#he doesn’t have a tail except for when he’s like full moon werewolf mode

[doctorsiren]

Do you think if Miles scratched behind werewolf!Phoenix's ear, his leg would start twitching and his tail wagging like mad?

Cmon Miles, Phoenix has ADHD, he already can’t control his leg bouncing

[carewyncromwell]

[[Previously on Lone Wolves...]]

[Carewyn couldn’t find Chiara the rest of the day. Even when she checked in with Penny, the Hufflepuff said that Chiara had seemed very withdrawn that evening, almost sicky pale, to the point that Penny had suggested to her dormmate to go to the Hospital Wing. Coming to the conclusion that the best way to help would be to finish getting to the bottom of what happened, Carewyn enlisted Penny to help her with a Memory Potion. Then the Slytherin rushed to track down Chiara.

Carewyn finally found her outside sitting on the perimeter of the training grounds with a stick discarded at her side. She was leaning her back against the wall of the castle, her knees up against her chest like she was trying to make herself smaller -- when she saw Carewyn, she immediately bolted up to her feet.]

Chiara: “...you were worried about me?”

[Her voice once again sounded guarded, almost unsure.]

Carewyn: “Is that really so hard to believe?”

Chiara: “(insecure) No, but...you shouldn’t be.”

Carewyn: “(Mini-Mama-Bear mode activate!) Well, I am worried about you, whether I ‘shouldn’t be’ or not.”

[Carewyn’s lips knit together tightly.]

She might not have even done what she thinks she’s done...if she means what I think she does...but...

[Looking into Chiara’s guarded expression settled the matter for her.]

...I can’t force her to tell me. It’s her secret -- if she doesn’t trust me, she’s more than within her rights. But how can I reassure her without making it clear I know?

[The sound of a rough bark startled Carewyn and Chiara completely from the conversation at hand.

Sitting right between them was a tiny little puppy, wagging his tail loosely as he blinked up at her.

Carewyn’s expression immediately softened, gaining a slightly girlier glint than before.]

Aww...he’s so cute!

Carewyn: “Well, hello there...where did you come from?”

[She immediately bent down and held out a hand for the puppy to sniff the way her mother Lane did with Carewyn’s cat familiar Mimi when they first adopted her from the Magical Menagerie. The puppy sniffed at her, surveying her curiously.

Chiara looked from Borf to Carewyn and back.]

Chiara: “...His name is Borf. He’s a werewolf pup who visits me from time to time.”

[Carewyn blinked at Chiara, surprised.]

Carewyn: “This is a werewolf? But I thought...”

Chiara: “When werewolves mate during the full moon, they can have regular-looking wolf cubs.”

Carewyn: “...Huh.”

[The puppy seemed to have gotten a good read on Carewyn, and he pushed his muzzle into her hand, as if trying to pressure her to pet him. Carewyn obliged, trailing a hand beside his muzzle and up along his ears, which she gave a scratch.]

Carewyn: “(charmed) Aww...aren’t you a friendly boy...”

[Borf barked again brightly. Chiara’s face softened noticeably as she bent down next to Borf too.]

Chiara: “...Borf likes you.”

Carewyn: “Well, I like him, so the feeling’s mutual.”

[The two girls exchanged a small smile before their gaze both drifted down to Borf sitting between them.]

Carewyn: “...I asked Penny to help me brew a Memory Potion.”

[Chiara looked up, startled. Carewyn, however, kept her focus solely on Borf as she spoke, giving him a scratch under his chin.]

Carewyn: “I thought it might help Pippa remember more details of the attack. There are some things that just don’t quite make sense, for my liking...for one, if it was a werewolf that attacked Pippa, what warded them off from chasing after her? She was too panicked to fight back or even take out her wand.”

Chiara: “(quietly) They could’ve not wanted to get too close to the castle. Or maybe there was something else in the woods that scared them off...”

Carewyn: “Or just as likely it was something else in the woods that attacked her, in the first place.”

[Chiara looked very uncomfortable.]

Chiara: “Carewyn...Pippa heard a howl, and she was attacked by something all white. It really does sound like she was attacked by a white werewolf...”

Carewyn: “Except for the placement of the wound.”

Chiara: “(confused) What do you mean?”

[Carewyn held out her arm to indicate the outside of her arm.]

Carewyn: “Pippa got scratched on the outside of her forearm, straight down, just above her wrist. Following the events of her original story, it would’ve had to have been when she threw it up to defend herself. But werewolves, if they’re going to use their front paws, they’d have to be standing upright on their back paws, right?”

Chiara: “(granting) Yes...”

Carewyn: “That would make a werewolf huge, in comparison to a person. But if you hold your arm up as if to defend yourself from something taller than you...here, get on your knees and try to hit me.”

[Chiara frowned.]

Chiara: “What?”

Carewyn: “(reassuringly) It’s okay. Let me show you.”

[Not understanding at all, Chiara nonetheless eased herself onto her knees and, looking very hesitant and pale, weakly mimed scratching the air above Carewyn’s head. Carewyn brought up her arm in a defensive posture -- with her forearm tilted out so that the inside of her arm was facing Chiara.]

Carewyn: “You see? When you’re defending yourself from someone taller than you, your arm isn’t facing inwards -- it’s facing outwards. I could turn my arm sideways -- ”

[She demonstrated.]

Carewyn: “ -- but for the outside of the arm to have gotten slashed like that, from that angle?”

[She demonstrated again -- it was an awkward posture, with her elbow pointed more outward toward Chiara.]

Carewyn: “It’s not natural, to bend your arm like this -- and even if Pippa did bend it that way, then the wound would probably be closer to her elbow, not her wrist...and the wounds would’ve probably been at a sharper angle, too.”

[Chiara’s eyebrows knit together in confusion.]

Chiara: “...So...you think whatever scratched Pippa had to be smaller than her?”

Carewyn: “Or around her height. Either way, I think there’s still some room for questions.”

[Chiara stared at Carewyn, hardly daring to believe it. Then she stared down at Borf too.]

Chiara: “...I...I see.”

[She still looked a little uncertain, but at least some of the hopelessness seemed to be leaking off of her now. 

Carewyn gently picked Borf up and put him down in her lap the way she would for her cat Mimi. Borf didn’t quite know what to make of it at first, but soon found he liked it when Carewyn started scratching either side of his neck and along his ears.]

Carewyn: “...Chiara...I don’t want to make you talk about whatever you don’t feel comfortable talking about...but I can tell you’re upset. I reckon Borf can too...”

[She ruffled the fur between Borf’s ears.]

Carewyn: “I’d like to help you, if I can...and well, as much as I’d like to get to the bottom of what happened to Pippa, that can wait, until I can help with whatever’s troubling you.”

[Carewyn offered a wry smile.]

Carewyn: “...I'm not really an expert on dealing with other people’s health, though. Maybe you could give me some pointers, about what treatment you could use?”

[Chiara gave a tiny, weak laugh.]

Chiara: “...Maybe.”

[She looked down at Carewyn petting the werewolf pup and then up at her face, considering her carefully. Then, her eyes hardening with some kind of conviction, she tentatively spoke.]

Chiara: “...Carewyn...thank you.”

Carewyn: “For what?”

Chiara: “For checking on me. You’ve been really helpful, and...well, you’ve respected my boundaries all the way along...even though I’m sure you’re wondering what my motive for doing all this is in the first place...”

Carewyn: “(shrugs) Well, sure...but that’s your business, not mine. And like I said -- whatever your reason is, I know it’s a kind one. I don’t see someone who would stay up all night rubbing the back of somebody belching slugs in the Hospital Wing being the sort to want to investigate a werewolf attack for selfish reasons.”

[Chiara looked startled.]

Carewyn: “(smiling) Madam Pomfrey told me. She said you’re the best intern she has.”

[Chiara looked down, her face flushing with pride despite herself.]

Chiara: “Well, all I do is try...”

[She looked at Carewyn, tilting her head slightly to the left like a curious dog.]

Chiara: “...Carewyn...may I ask you something?”

Carewyn: “Sure.”

Chiara: “How were you so sure that my reasons for investigating the werewolf attack were kind? I mean, after what Madam Pomfrey said about me, it makes more sense for you to feel that way…but you never questioned my reasons, not even before that. Even though you’ve questioned whether or not it really was a werewolf attack from the beginning. Even though I remember how much you gave Barnaby Lee and Tulip Karasu the side eye last year, before you became their friend. So why did you trust me?”

[Carewyn was quiet for a moment, considering her answer.]

Carewyn: “…It wasn’t ‘trust,’ exactly. I guess you just…reminded me of me, a bit.”

[Chiara tilted her head to the side curiously.]

Carewyn: “(clarifying) Before I got to Hogwarts. I tended to sit a lot by myself, since I didn’t have anyone to sit with. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to sit with anyone…but I didn’t want to sit with someone just so I wouldn’t be lonely either. I love my brother and my mum — but they love me the way I am. And I didn’t want to be friends with someone if they weren’t willing to accept me the way I am…as the ‘freak’ that the Muggles in my class didn’t understand, or as the younger sister of ‘that delinquent Jacob Cromwell.’”

[Carewyn raised her head, but her eyes didn’t quite meet Chiara’s — instead they landed somewhere in her hair.]

Carewyn: “And…well, I don’t know why exactly — but I saw you, sitting there alone at the Hufflepuff table…and I felt like I’d been there myself, once. And I just had this feeling that...well, that we have some things in common. Maybe not everything — but enough that I felt like you want to be a good person, like I do. And from what I’ve seen, people who want to be good work hard to try to be.”

[Chiara considered this.]

Chiara: “...So you didn’t trust me...but you had faith that we were similar enough as people that you could give me the benefit of the doubt?”

Carewyn: “(shrugs) I guess you could put it that way.”

You just didn’t seem like a selfish person. And as much as I know I’ve been wrong about people before...Barnaby was the biggest surprise ever...I don’t think I am, here. 

[Chiara’s gray eyes seemed to deepen as she stared at Carewyn, gaining more conviction than ever even despite the paleness of her face as she eased herself up to her feet.]

Chiara: “...That’s a lot of faith to place in someone you barely know. But considering how much faith you placed in me...I think I should respect that, by being honest with you...”

[She swallowed.]

[Her voice had come out very shaky and quiet and her posture had become more guarded than ever, preparing for the worst reaction. 

Carewyn, however, looked remarkably unphased -- instead, she merely nodded.]

Carewyn: “I thought it might be something like that.”

[Chiara was completely blindsided.]

Chiara: “You did?”

[With another pat to the top of Borf’s head, Carewyn slid the werewolf pup out of her lap and got to her feet too.]

Carewyn: “I thought it had to either be that, or that you were close to someone who was a werewolf. It felt like your reasoning had to be something personal, for you to not want to talk about it.”

Chiara: “(confused) And you’re...you’re not surprised? Anxious?”

Carewyn: “Not particularly.”

Chiara: “(more confused than ever) ...You do realize what this means, right? I could be the one who attacked Pippa -- I could be the thing everyone’s terrified of -- ”

Carewyn: “Or you could be a werewolf who had nothing to do with what happened at all.”

Chiara: “(anxiously) Carewyn, I was transformed in the Forest the night Pippa was attacked!”

Chiara: “And that night, I wasn’t in control of myself -- it could’ve been me that attacked her!”

Carewyn: “(firmly) Not all the evidence points that way. I wouldn’t even say most of it does.”

Chiara: “(almost getting frustrated purely out of confusion) How are you so calm about this? I’m a werewolf. Every full moon, I turn into a giant, destructive, mindless monster. Are you really not even the slightest bit scared?”

[Carewyn stopped petting Borf at last and crossed her arms seriously.]

Carewyn: “Chiara...you asked me whether it mattered if the werewolf meant to hurt anyone or not, if somebody got hurt. I don’t think you would’ve said something like that, if the thought of hurting someone didn’t terrify you more than anything else in the world.”

[Her eyes narrowed as they bore solemnly into Chiara’s.]

Carewyn: “You want to help people, not scare them. You want to heal, not hurt. Therefore you cannot be a bad person, Chiara. And because I know that for a fact...I want to help you get to the truth, not jump to conclusions. Especially when Pippa herself isn’t even sure of what happened. And if it turns out that it really was you that scratched Pippa ...well, then I know you’ll work hard, to try to make things right. Because you’re not a monster -- you’re a Healer.”

[Chiara stared at Carewyn, looking almost speechless. She looked down at Borf, who gave a low whimper.

Chiara leaned down to rub Borf’s head and back for a moment, to soothe him. Then, watching Carewyn out the top right of her eye, she finally spoke again, hesitantly.]

Chiara: “...You...really are a very caring person, aren’t you? Everyone talks about you as this strong, fearless Cursebreaker...but you really do want to help me, don’t you? Not for any kind of favor or anything -- just because you care.”

[Carewyn frowned in confusion.]

Carewyn: “I really don’t get what’s so strange about that.”

[Chiara blushed a slightly darker pink as she looked down at her hands.]

Chiara: “I’m sorry. I guess I misjudged you a bit. You just seemed so calculating — like you were willing to do whatever it took to find out what happened…but it’s not ‘whatever it takes,’ in the sense that you’d hurt people, to get to the truth — it’s that you’ll do whatever you have to, in order to help. You’ll put your mind and effort toward helping those people you’ve decided to help. Even if you break rules and you intimidate everybody with your confidence…your motives are kind.”

[Chiara smiled a bit more fully, using Carewyn’s own sentiment against her.]

Chiara: “And well, if Borf trusts you, I reckon I can. He’s always been a good judge of character.”

[Carewyn bowed her head as she tried and failed to hold back a giggle. Chiara smiled, her gray eyes flitting down to Borf and then up to Carewyn’s face. The relief and reassurance in her expression transformed her whole face -- even just being able to share her secret with somebody and not being judged for it was a kind of peace she hadn’t known in ages. And yet there was still something so unsure there -- like she was convinced it wouldn’t last...]

Chiara: “(more seriously) ...Now that you know, though, I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak of it to anyone else.”

Carewyn: “(without hesitation) Of course.”

Chiara: “(nods) Thank you. That being said...as much as I appreciate your help, and your silence, it would still probably be a good idea if you don’t get too close. I don’t really have friends...and I don’t want you getting the wrong idea. Especially since we don’t even know if I was the one who attacked Pippa...”

[Despite saying this, Carewyn didn’t get any sort of huffy or arrogant vibes from Chiara like she did with people like Merula. Instead, once again, all she felt looking at Chiara was that weird sense of melancholy.]

It’s just like I thought. Chiara doesn’t want to be alone -- she just is. 

Carewyn: “Whether you were or weren’t, if you weren’t in control of yourself, you couldn’t be expected to be blamed for what happened. I remember Mum saying that werewolves don’t have control of their actions when they transform -- it’s only thanks to the Wolfsbane Potion that...”

[She stalled, getting an idea.]

Carewyn: “The Wolfsbane Potion! Maybe that might help! If you take it, you keep your mind, right? So whether you were the one who attacked Pippa or not...if you’re taking it, you’d be able to keep your mind enough that you wouldn’t attack anyone, going forward...”

[She frowned deeply in thought.]

Carewyn: “I’ve heard it’s really complicated, though...”

I don’t know if I’d want to rope Penny into something like this -- she’d know immediately what the potion was for, and I don’t know if she’d react as well to finding out what Chiara is...I mean, her Boggart was a werewolf...

Chiara: “(very quickly) It’s okay, Carewyn! I already get Wolfsbane Potions from Professor Snape -- he brews them for me. He says it’s because Professor Dumbledore asked him to, but I think it’s also because he’s just nicer than he looks.”

[She offered a slightly amused smile. Carewyn blinked in surprise.]

Carewyn: “Oh.”

Wait -- then...

Carewyn: “...If you get Wolfsbane Potions every month...why do you not remember whether you hurt Pippa or not? I know the Potion doesn’t stop the transformation, but it does at least keep your mind human, doesn’t it?”

[Chiara went completely silent and didn’t respond. 

Carewyn’s eyebrows knit together in concern.]

Did she...not take the Potion on purpose? Why would she...?

[Chiara seemed to have closed up like a clam, her shoulders coming up beside her neck as if she subconsciously felt the urge to hide. Seeing the anxiety in her body language, though, made Carewyn immediately back off.]

You have plenty of your own walls up, to protect yourself -- what place would you be in, to smash down others’?

Carewyn: “(putting on a pretty smile) ...Never mind. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is getting to the bottom of what happened. Would you like me to make the arrangements with Pippa, about taking the Memory Potion?”

[Chiara relaxed ever-so-slightly as she considered this, clearly glad for the change of subject.]

Chiara: "...All right.”

[Seeing the lingering uncertainty in her eyes, Carewyn slowly reached out a hand and lightly touched her shoulder. The contact made Chiara give a start like a cat, and Carewyn offered her a reassuring look.]

Carewyn: “(firmly) It’s going to be okay. Whatever happens...it’s going to be okay.”

[Chiara’s lips spread into a small, touched smile.

Carewyn Cromwell was way too overconfident, in how blasé she was about Chiara’s condition...but she truly was a very kind person, all the same.]

[ascottywrites]

The Sterek List --Heads

I have a guilty pleasure in enjoying Sterek (Heads) and Steter (Tails) fanfiction, if you could not tell by the last post, it's crazy outta control like woah. I hope you enjoy this list of fics that make my day while keeping me up during all hours of the night and tossing my free daylight moments down a swirling time vortex.

 ...don't be like me. It's probably for the best.

           --Sterek a.k.a Stiles Stilinski/ Derek Hale--

  *a.k.a the inappropriate light of my life 

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw (Complete: 9/9| 69,008) --Sterek/ --Biker!Derek 

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

Racing With The Wind by lowlifetheory (Complete: 3/3| 26,478) --Sterek/ --Biker!Derek

'Sure thing Scott, I'll give him a ride,' Derek practically leered. Stiles faltered, the sudden image of Derek pinning him down, his muscular torso rippling with movement. Derek's smile spread into a smirk as Stiles got closer.

'I'm not really comfortable with this particular mode of transport.' Stiles said clutching the helmet. He wondered what it was made of, how secure it was, would it save his life if he fell off?

'Don’t worry, I know how to handle her,' Derek said resting a warm palm on Stiles's shoulder, fingers squeezing slightly as he guided Stiles closer to the massive hulking black bike.

'I should hope so,' Stiles muttered glaring at the motorbike.

The Feeling That I’m Under by wearing_tearing (Complete: 20/20| 289,584) -- Sterek/ --Biker!Derek Bunnysuit/Paramedic!Stiles

Stiles is a paramedic and Derek gets into a bike accident. It’s kind of love at first sight.

Part of the Pack by JusteAmusant (Complete: 7/7| 13,035) --Sterek 

Season one of Teen Wolf, seen through Sterek-colored glasses. Canon Divergence after season 1 idk there's slow burn Sterek and a puppy, and way more Derek sneaking in through Stiles' window

“He could have shifted in front of them,” Derek hisses. “That means they find out about him, and in turn find out about me.” He pauses. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s a washing machine, what the hell does it look like? It’s a puppy.”

In which Derek is a struggling Alpha, but still the Pack Dad, and oh god, does that mean Stiles is the pack mom?

(There's) Sulphur in Our Blood by WonderWolf (wip: 18/20| 178,650) --Sterek 

"Harris put you on a recon mission with Derek. You. Alone with Derek. On a mission. Together,” Scott says, slowly. “Does Harris want you dead?”

“I believe so," Stiles says gravely.

(Secret Agent AU where Derek blames Stiles for his sister’s death and Stiles is pretty sure that Derek’s going to murder him. As if that weren’t enough to deal with, Stiles’ familiar keeps having public breakdowns. Oh, and there’s a mole in the agency, so there’s that too).

Prince Among Wolves by Rawren (Deshonanana) (Complete: 20/20| 101,000) --Sterek 

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

Pretty Human Virgin Boy Comes to the Pond- Feed Him All the Best Heads by Delta_Immortal (Complete: 8/8| 49,771) --Sterek/ --Dark!Derek 

Stiles knew it was a bad idea to go into the woods, but little did he know his actions would cause the death of everyone around him. Running from the thing that killed Danny, Scott and Stiles stumble upon a pond, which happens to hold a strange man named Derek who floats around in the middle of it. Derek assures them they're safe now.

What appears to be salvation is nothing more than the start of the death of everyone Stiles cares about. The being known as Derek haunts him at every turn, unsatisfied until Stiles succumbs to Derek's whims. Stiles isn't sure if that involves sexing him or eating him, and he really doesn't want to find out.

*This had me like Holy Crap

It Was a Wednesday by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (Complete: 2/2| 80,119) --Sterek

What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?” Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping. Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death. “Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least. “Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?” “Yes.” “Why?” “How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”

*Looking for that Stiles whump? 

I'll Be With You Through The Dark by the_misfortune_teller (Complete: 61/61| 138,101) --Sterek

"Me and Scott talk about everything, about all my poor decisions.” “So I’m a poor decision?” “Probably, yes. Considering how you rudely threw me out of your apartment the other day after convincing me to kiss you and admit that I like you." ~ Set post Season 2 finale. Stiles is having a rough time at home and finds himself going to Derek for help in Scott's absence. He doesn't expect for Derek to end up turning to him for support, leading to something more than just friendship between them. Slow, slow, fluffy slow build!

*Based on the spoilers that just keep on coming, this is very likely to be canon divergent for s3!*

I Think the Problem Here is There's Nothing Wrong by wait_for_it (Complete: 1/1| 5,156) --Sterek 

"Stiles wasn’t really sure what was going on, but if he had to guess, he’d say Derek Hale was losing his touch. The amount of times he’d been called out with the guy, presumably to stake out some new supernatural baddie only to have it be a false alarm, was starting to inch into the double digits."

In which Stiles and Derek are dating and everyone knows it. Except Stiles.

The One You Choose by Livinginfictions (Complete: 7/7| 13,440) --Sterek 

Stiles hadn’t seen Scott in over a week, except for glances he caught during school hours.

How I Long For Yesterday by sweetbutterbliss (Complete: 1/1| 6,017) --Sterek

Stiles blinks, his throat going dry, and he moves his thumb without thinking - liking the post. He feels a surge of petty satisfaction. At least the fucker will know he knows now. He stands up, his body feeling too heavy, and he blows out the already guttering candles. He lets out a sob of frustration when the last one won't fucking blow out. But he sucks it back in and bites down on his tongue, using his thumb and forefinger instead.

He throws himself into their empty bed without undressing. He lies there repeating the words 'Derek blew me off for Isaac' over and over. He tells himself to shut up while rearranging his pillow violently, but he goes to sleep with the refrain continuing its painful loop.

And You Say You're Alone by taelynhawker (Complete: 1/1| 30,314) --Sterek

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

Can't Take the Heat? by Ilovesocks_24 (Complete: 15/15| 55,425) --Sterek/ --Chef!Stiles Chef!Derek 

Hi, I’m Stiles, and what I have for you today is…”

“Stop, just stop.” Grumpy Eyebrows interrupted. “That is honestly the worst looking Pasta Primavera I have ever seen. I don’t even want to eat it, it looks so bad.”

Stiles narrowed his eyes. No one insulted his creamy bacon carbonara without even trying it. And no one insulted his creamy bacon carbonara after they tried it either. “It’s actually a Creamy Bacon Carbonara, asshole,” Stiles snapped. “And for the record, it’s supposed to look like that.”

Or the one where Stiles is a new sous chef at Full Moon Steakhouse and Derek is the Gordon Ramsay of all head chefs. So of course they fall in love.

*This is one of my favorites

Love Runs Wild by DevilDoll for neptunepirate (Complete: 1/1| 9,494) --Sterek/ Neckz 'n' Throats

"You've got a hickey on the back of your neck!" A Neckz 'n Throats story.

If I Could Trade Mistakes For Sheep, Count Me Away Before You Sleep by alisaj (Complete: 1/1| 33,383) --Sterek

"Thing is, Stiles," Derek says, his voice hard and unfaltering. "I didn't sign up for you. You just hung around until we got used to you being here."

That stings. He hadn't realised how Derek feels about him. They've been getting on quite well, teaming up on little missions and bantering back and forth without malice. Stiles sometimes lets Derek crash in his room after a big fight, trying not to let on how intriguing he finds the werewolf.

"Well now we can get used to you not being here. You're a liability, Stilinski. You can't protect yourself and we always end up having to help you when we've got more important things to do. You're out of the pack."

or

The one where Derek is a terrible Alpha and Stiles ends up walking into a big pile of shit.

Teach Me How Love Goes by RoseByAnyOtherName17 (Complete: 1/1| 9,482) --Sterek 

Derek asks Stiles to have sex with him. Stiles says no, because he doesn't want to get his heart broken again. Somehow it happens anyways, but really, it's his own fault. He's the one who fell in love with Derek against despite knowing how bad an idea it was.

a taste for the forbidden by demonicweirdo (Complete: 1/1| 5,982) --Sterek 

Stiles narrows his eyes. “I haven’t been doing anything to you.”

“Bullshit,” Derek snaps.

The air in the room grows colder. “I swear it. The only magic I’ve used around you is to make your crops grow!” Stiles takes a step away. “How could you think that I would… You know what? Screw you, buddy. I’m sick of walking in circles around you.” His words are sharp and annoyed, and his shoulders are tense, as though he’s preparing for a fight. “You feel something for me? Wow, it must be sorcery! Because - what? I’m not good enough for your feelings, Derek?” he snarls.

Hello, Heartbreaker by astoryaboutwar (Complete: 1/1| 18,472) --Sterek

It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.

Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone's a werewolf, and everyone's alive.)

Bruises and Bitemarks by orphan_account (Complete: 27/27| 121,566) --Sterek 

Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he's attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years. *Now includes an extended chapter featuring Nate/Jupiter*

I know that you love me, even when I lose my head by LunaCanisLupus_22 (Complete: 13/13| 135,577) --Sterek 

“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible. Or the one where Derek gets attacked by hunters, ends up with amnesia and forgets Stiles is his mate

[larksinging]

guess what it’s @transrobro ‘s birthday!! hx asked for one of our bioshock aus so i was happy to do a werewolf au. you gotta

jay you are easily my best friend and i cannot tell you how much its meant to me to have you in my life. i know things have been hard but i am constantly proud of you for doing what you can to take care of yourself in the face of... everything. you have such a distinctive style and everything that so many things i see are just jay energy. im trying to be meaningful and sappy but i cant think of words to express how important you are and how much you deserve. so i hope you have a good birthday because you absolutely deserve it 

“It’s nowhere near the full moon,” Elizabeth replies carefully. What? They don’t need to--

Oh. “You’ve never shifted without it, have you.”

“Well--” Elizabeth fusses with her fingers and Booker realizes he might just have to talk her through it.

The sharp sting of Elizabeth’s wake-up cocktail in his arm drags Booker back to consciousness. He groans and waves her off from where she’s still tugging on her arm.

“How many are left?” Booker asks as he slowly sits up. Elizabeth peers out of the window of the little abandoned shop she’d apparently dragged him into.

“I don’t see any,” She says, “Maybe they retreated?” 

“Or they’re falling back to gather their strength for a second push,” He grumbles. Elizabeth frowns but gives him a medkit, which he gratefully uses. After cleaning up, he takes a look out the window again. “Well, we can’t go that way.” 

“Really? What makes you say that?”. 

“Look at you, making a joke,” He shoots right back. As much as he’s joking, there’s a touch of pride in his voice, even if he doesn’t mean it. Ever since her accidental reveal that she’s also a wolf, he’s been stuck with a bit of a protective streak. The wolf instinct won’t change anything, but still. 

“There’s another way,” He says, pointing to some rubble at the other edge of the store. He’d scoped it out while they were fighting -- a bit of a narrow passage under a half collapsed building, but still. “But we won’t fit.” 

“Then what’s the point?” 

“A wolf might. So c’mon.” 

Elizabeth freezes, and Booker just frowns at her. The girl has all sorts of odd habits -- most of which he quietly notes but says nothing about -- but this seems especially odd. Surely he isn’t asking that much. 

“It’s nowhere near the full moon,” Elizabeth replies carefully. What? They don’t need to--

Oh. “You’ve never shifted without it, have you.” 

“Well--” Elizabeth fusses with her fingers and Booker realizes he might just have to talk her through it. How hard can that be? Not that he’s ever thought too hard about it. Okay, Booker, breath. 

“Alright,” He says after letting her stew in her embarrassment for a bit. “Close your eyes and focus.”

To her credit, she only looks skeptical for a moment before she does as he says. 

“You just need to… think of something positive you associate with the wolf.” Yeah, that’ll do. He always taps into the freedom of it, the lack of worry for a little while. But her? “Think about all the running out under the… uh…. That is…” 

“I get what you mean,” She interrupts to spare him from stammering. She takes a deep breath. “Okay. Okay.” 

There’s not much else he can do to help at this point, so he takes a step back and focuses on his own transformation. After so many years of practice, it’s smooth and effortless, not like the inevitable pain of the full-moon transition. So he sits on his paws and waits. 

Maybe it's that he’s never seen anyone else shift in such close proximity, but the air around her shimmers strange and fragile while she goes wolf. Strange, he thinks, and then leaves it at that. She has the good sense to shake herself off. 

Her wolf is a little smaller than his, understandably. Her fur’s a bit darker, except for her pale underbelly. Funny. Then again, he hasn’t met too many other wolves. Maybe they all just look alike. 

He turns his head to the way he found while she follows on unsteady paws. It is quieter going this way, under rubble and through narrow tunnels, even if he hears Elizabeth behind him sneezing at the smoke. She’ll adjust. 

Eventually they come out the other side, into an open courtyard. He lifts his head to try and check for any lingering enemies (meanwhile, in the corner of his eye, Elizabeth sniffs around the trash cans for anything useful). 

When he decides everything’s all clear, he grumbles lowly to try and summon her back. Elizabeth trots over to him again, her ears twitching wildly every which direction. As they set off again, he spots a raven lingering a little too close and snaps at it. The thing flies off, but Elizabeth -- well, she takes this as an invitation.

Booker watches as Elizabeth takes off after the rest of the flock, snapping at the air and spinning in circles to try and catch them. He barks at her once, and Elizabeth slinks back over to him with her ears pinned and tail low. 

...But he remembers. Learning how to shift, running out in the woods and along the river. He’d seen that tower: spacey for a girl, confined for a wolf. So he huffs and nods to the birds again. Elizabeth takes this permission and literally runs with it, going fully puppy-mode to chase the birds again.

As he watches, Booker thinks: maybe it’s good she’s not so alone. Maybe it’s good for him, too.

[blueplanettrash]

Alternate Realities

This is a story for @abigailthemystic-vld who was the first to complete the puzzle based on my stories. They requested a story about the team going into some of the alternate realities in my stories! I hope you enjoy! 💙

Also, I’m just realizing that apparently line breaks aren’t available to use anymore so I’m gonna be using this little moon for line breaks. I hope most people can see it...

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Lance threw himself to the ground, rolling behind a log the steps thundered closer. He glanced up just as a giant wolf leapt over the log.

God, why couldn’t they have just left those Altean artifacts alone? It wasn’t his fault that they looked so cool. At least they can’t blame it all on him, Pidge and Hunk were the ones that handled them first, he was just you know…giving into peer pressure.

The ground shook as the beast landed in front of him, knocking him from his thoughts. Letting out a harsh breath as it stood tall. It stuck it’s nose in the area, sniffing loudly as it slowly turned toward him. Lance held his breath in fear as it came to face him. He froze, barely taking a breath as it stalked closer to him.

He turned away, unable to watch as the beast attacked him.

Instead, it grabbed the hood of his jacket and lifted him off the ground. He shrieked as it bolted, his feet just barely dragging the dirt beneath them. He couldn’t think through his terror, he didn’t know if it was bringing him back to his den or just trying to make his final minutes a living hell. He didn’t even realize that he was screaming until he ran out of air and started to hyperventilate. He couldn’t help but be grateful when he passed out and everything went dark.

☽

Meanwhile, his teammates were having slightly better luck. Instead of being transported outside in a weird forest they didn’t know, they fell right into their counterpart’s laps.

They leapt apart from each other in a panic, frantically yelling and pointing their weapons and each other before they got a good look at who they were facing.

“What did you do?” The other Shiro asked, somehow knowing that they did something they shouldn’t have done. Their Keith and Shiro looked back at Hunk and Pidge and they rightfully looked ashamed.

“Uh, we might have touched some stuff in the Castle when we probably shouldn’t have?” Pidge said sheepishly while Hunk nodded along.

“What do you mean? What did you touch?” Allura asked.

“You sent us to get training modules and there were these things. They kind of looked like gems, kind of like your tiara. We’re sorry, we didn’t mean to!” Hunk explained tearfully.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she replied after a moment. “Coran?”

“I’m afraid I can’t shed any light on the subject either,”

“Well whatever happened, it’s obvious that we’re in some sort of an alternate reality,” Shiro stated.

“It could be time travel,” Pidge piped up brightly.

“But we’d remember something like that happening,” the other Pidge pointed out. “Whether we go into the past or present, at least one version of us would remember it happening,”

“But if it’s an alternate reality, why doesn’t it look like anything is different?” Keith asked. He looked around for a second before letting out a sigh. “Except for the fact that Lance isn’t here,”

“Coran, you got eyes on him?” The other Shiro asked, turning towards the man.

“Give me a moment,” he said, turning around to type on the system. “Ahh yes, it appears that he just boarded the Castle again. Perhaps he can help us with our search for the other one,”

They didn’t have time to question why Lance was spending time away from the team before the doors to the bridge hissed open and a massive wolf trotted in, the unconscious form of their team in his jaws. He carefully laid the boy down and over to Shiro who draped a sheet over it. Within a few seconds, it looked to be changing. The team watched transfixed as the creature writhed under the blanket.

“What the hell is going on?”

Lance’s head popped out from under the blanket and he wrapped the material around his shoulders; his stare was focused on the team that came from the portal.

“And who are you?” He continued, stepping closer to them.

“Wha?” Pidge drawled out, staring at him in disbelief. Lance cocked his head, partly in worry but mostly confusion.

“What? Is there something on my face?” He asked, pausing in his steps to wipe at his cheeks. He waited for a reply but nothing was forthcoming. He turned instead to his own team. “Shiro?”

“Nope. I don’t know what up with them either,” he replied. He looked down at the unconscious Lance on the ground and grinning fondly. “Maybe we should take care of this first though,” he commented, kneeling down to pick him up. The rest of the team followed after him dutifully while the other was still frozen trying to understand what they’d just seen.

“Um… are you coming?” Hunk called from the door.

“Uh, yeah. Let’s go team,” Shiro said, shaking his head.

☽

They laid him on the bed and Coran got to work looking over his vitals. Thankfully, everything looked pretty normal and he concluded that it was the shock from warping that caused him to pass out. For now, they’d have to wait for him to regain consciousness.

They didn’t have to wait long before Lance gasped and shot up from the table. He folded over his knees and panted. He belatedly realized that someone was rubbing his back and telling him to breathe.

“Oh, Coran. W-what happened?” He asked, grasping his arm.

“We believe you fainted my boy. Whatever brought you here must have given you quite a fright,” he explained cheerfully, not pausing in his ministrations.

“Brought me here?” He trailed off in confusion before it all rushed back to him and he jolted. “No! What scared me was the giant fucking wolf that snatched me!” He cried out. “How did I even get here? I thought that thing was gonna tear me open!”

“Wait… you’re not…” he looked over, seeing Pidge. He must his head or something because was actually seeing two Pidges.

“How bad did I hit my head? Cuz, I’m seeing double,” he asked, looking back at Coran.

“You didn’t hit your head, there are two Pidges right now!” Coran happily explained. “Now back to the matter at hand, you don’t know that wolf?”

“What? No, I don’t know that wolf. Why would I know a wolf? How do you even know what a wolf is?” Lance spouted out, his thoughts blending together.

“We know because our Lance can transform into one,” Allura swiftly stepped in.

“Wha- your Lance?” Everything was becoming too much, he pressed his face into his hands. “Wait! He can transform into what!?”

“A wolf,” he turned to the side and saw his own face peering back at him. Everyone watched in apprehension as he processed. His team certainly still hadn’t recovered from the revelation.

“That is so… COOL!” He yelled with a wide grin.

“It is?”

“Are you kidding me!? That’s awesome!” He crowed, leaping off the bed. “Can you transform whenever you want? Or like, with the moon? Wait, are you a werewolf?” He asked, pushing into his double’s space.

“I can transform whenever I want but I forcibly transform whenever there's a full moon, so yeah I am a werewolf,” he said.

“Werewolves are real!” Yelled from behind him. “Wait does this mean that werewolves are real in our reality or is that the difference?”

“Or we could be in a reality that cryptids are real and Lance just isn’t a werewolf,” Keith theorized. “Are other cryptids real here?” He asked Lance, who couldn’t help but laugh at the serious expressions on their faces.

“Yeah, most of the ones that I’ve heard you talk about are real and I’ve met them,” he told them.

“Does that mean-” Keith started, his eyes lighting up.

“Yes, Mothman is real,” he interrupted with a smirk.

“I KNEW IT!” Keith screamed, jumping into the air. He spun around and jabbed a finger in Shiro’s chest. “SUCK IT SHIRO!”

“At least in this reality,” he continued, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“Doesn’t matter, as long as he’s confirmed real somewhere,” he waved, still smirking victoriously at Shiro who was pouting and rubbing his chest.

“Anyway…” Allura drawled, pulling the attention to her. “There isn’t much we can do about it right now. We’ll have to look into the records and see if we have any information on these crystals that you told us about. For now, perhaps we could eat and relax for a little bit? I can imagine that your bodies must be going through quite a shock right now,”

“That would be great Princess, thank you,” Shiro said gratefully. They walked away from the infirmary and into the kitchen. The two Hunks immediately went into cooking mode and starting pulling stuff from the cupboards and fridge.

“At least our organizing habits stayed the same,” he commented. They danced around each other, expertly putting dishes together for their friends, barely having to talk to each other.

“Alright guys, soups on!” Hunk said, setting the plates on the table. Their stomachs grumbled in hungry and Lance reached out to serve himself a portion.

One moment, they were together making merry and having fun and the next they were gone in a flash of light.

☽

This time, it didn’t look like they warped near their counterparts. They were simply spat from whatever vortex they’ve been travelling through and rolling across marble flooring. It took a second for them to get their bearings and attempt to get up.

“Are we back yet?” Pidge asked, rubbing her head. Hunk cracked his eyes open and stared up at the stained glass ceiling, which was definitely not part of the Castle.

“Nope,” he sighed, closing his eyes again. The rest of them groaned in disappointment. It was cool at first to see where they would end up, but at this point, they just wanted to get home.

“Man, I really wanted some of that food. It smelled so good,” Lance whined.

“Um, are you okay?” A familiar voice asked them. Familiar but one that they hadn’t heard in quite a while. Pidge launched up.

“Matt?”

“Yeah…wait, what happened to your wings?” He asked, eyeing her up and down. “And your guy’s ears and tails?”

“Oh god, are we furries in this reality?” Lance breathed out with a wince. The rest of them gasped and looked to Matt with desperation.

“Please no,” Shiro said his eyes wide.

“Uhh, I mean, you guys are a little furry?” Matt answered in confusion. “Well me and Pidge have feathers but Lance, Keith, and Hunk are furry?”

“Wait about me?” Shiro asked, pointing to himself.

“Um, you’re human. You’re an exorcist,” he explained. “Wait, who are you guys?” He finally asked.

“We’re from a different reality. We were looking for training modules and ended up touching some magic gemstones or whatever and starting hopping realities,” Keith explained quickly.

“Wow, that’s crazy!” Matt exclaimed, his eyes shining in wonder.

“That didn’t take much convincing,” Pidge commented with a snort of amusement.

“We live in a world where people summon demons to fight for them, it’s not that hard to believe,” he said. “Except the part where there aren’t any familiars, I guess,” he hummed. He thought for a moment before he shook his head. “There aren’t familiars where you’re from right?”

“Not that I’ve heard of, in our reality a lot of people don’t even believe that demons exist,” Lance said, finally getting up from the floor.

“You don’t say. Anyway, I’m guessing that you want to meet yourselves?” Matt asked, looking down at his watch. “They went out on a mission earlier but they should be back soon,”

“Ooh, what kind of missions do we do?” Pidge asked curiously, walking beside her brother.

“This city is a hot spot for ghouls and it’s constantly under attack, whenever that happens you guys and your exorcists are sent out to take care of the threat,” Matt explained.

“Whoa! That’s so cool!” Lance cheered as Matt lead them into a high ceilinged room, filled with equipment.

“What is this place?” Lance asked, looking around the training room. It kind of reminded him of the training room from Kung Fu Panda. Did they have Kung Fu Panda here? Would that be degrading for familiars? Maybe they replaced the animals with familiars? That’d be pretty coo-

“They come here after missions to cool off before they head home. To make sure that they get all their energy out,” he explained. “You don’t want a hyped up familiar in a contained room if you can help it,”

“Can they be that reckless?” Shiro asked.

“I wouldn’t call it reckless. It’s like if you give too much sugar to a child, they don’t know what to do with all of their energy,”

They looked over when they heard the doors opening again and Hunk, Pidge, Keith, Lance, Shay, and Coran walked in. They looked exhausted, but as soon as they saw the other group, they were immediately on guard. The other Keith let out a chilling growl, stepping forward protectively in front of his team.

“Calm down Keith, it’s all good,” Matt said teasingly.

“Who are they?” Keith retorted, his ears perked straight up in alert.

“I’m getting tired of someone having to explain our situation. We’re from an alternate reality,” Lance groaned, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. At the sound of Lance’s voice, the fox seemed to calm slightly.

“I for one, am too tired to care about this right now,” The other Lance said, stepping away from his own group and walking over to stand in front of their Lance. “Aww, I’m missing all the things that stand out,” he pouted after a moment.

“Hey! I stand out plenty!” Lance declared, stomping his foot. The cat let out a happy laugh and took his hand.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you,” he said, inspecting Lance’s hand. “Wow, you don’t even have claws,”

“It’s fine and of course I don’t have claws! I’m human,” Lance said, letting himself be handled.

“That’s so weird, I couldn’t imagine myself without all this,” he said, gesturing to his marks and feline traits.

“Yeah, we just came from a reality where I was a werewolf. How’s that for weird?” He said with a snort.

“What! That’s crazy!” He said, his ears at attention.

“What’s crazy?” The fox Keith asked coming to join the two of them.

“What the fuck?” Lance choked out as the fox Keith wrapped an arm around his double’s waist. He thought that he’d hiss and smack it away but instead he leaned into his side with a purr. He heard a choke from beside him and glanced over at Keith. His eyes were wide and his mouth gaped open, he imagined that he didn’t look that much different.

Pidge on the other hand, wheezed loudly and kept glancing between the two pairs.

“HAHAHA HOLY SHIT!” She bent over, struggling to contain her mirth. Looking at the other members of his team, he saw that they were in a similar state and while they were containing it better than Pidge, even Shiro was struggling to keep face.

“Uh, is something wrong?” Shay asked, concern written on her face. At that, a new round of laughs erupted from their group. Meanwhile, Lance’s face kept getting redder and redder.

“Yes! What is going on with that?” He demanded, gesturing to the two familiars.

“Lance and Keith?” She asked in confusion.

“YES!” The two of them yelled, glaring at each other after.

“Um, they are married. Is that not the same for you two?” Their eyes widened in shock.

“WHAT!?” They yelled, again in sync. Apparently, the revelation of their relationship was enough to keep them from each other’s throats for the moment. Meanwhile, behind them, everyone lost all sense of composure and were laughing alongside Pidge.

“I think I’m gonna rupture something,” she rasped, clutching at her stomach.

“STOP! IT’S NOT FUNNY!” Lance roared, his face was alarming red at that point and Keith’s hair was covering his eyes.

“Shiro!” Lance shouted suddenly interrupting the moment. He jumped away from Keith’s hold and jumped onto the gym equipment, vaulting over the other side toward the exorcists that walked in. Apparently, the two of them were used to this and weren’t fazed in the least when Lance jumped at them. Shiro even caught him with a smile, still caught up in his conversation with Allura.

“Good job out there today Lance,” Shiro said happily as Lance curled his arms around his neck and nuzzled his cheek against the crown of Shiro’s head.

“Thanks, Shiro,” he beamed. The two of them walked over to the group, surprisingly unsurprised with the others being there.

“This is so fucking weird,” Lance whispered to himself. First, he was married to Keith, now he was all cuddly with Shiro. This was a culture shock if he’d ever felt one.

“We heard about your presence from the head priest,” Allura told the group. “He sent us with this,” she pulled the bag hanging over her shoulder off and opened it carefully.

“Hey! Those look like the gemstones from the Castle,” Hunk commented.

“He just said to handle them and they should take you back to where you belong,” Shiro said helpfully from what was basically a chokehold his familiar had on him.

“Oh thank god,” Lance said, eagerly sticking his hand into the bag. Unlike before, he felt a whirlwind pick him up before he was blinded by a bright flash of light and like nothing even happened they were back in the storage room, scattered through the room. They groaned in relief, relaxing onto the floor.

“Alright kids, what did we learn from this experience?” Shiro asked, his arms covering his face.

“Mothman is real,”

“Keith, no,”

“Keith, yes,”