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And the last ship meme! Template once again here. (edit: I forgor to mention but mine is edited a little!)
This time it's ancient trio time~ ShB/Endwalker spoilers and lots of rambling under the cut
I'll start with mentioning that Eleos is Azem and Hawu'li is his shard. I think I've posted what he vaguely looks like in form of a picrew pic buuuut uh, this time you get a quick little scribble of his mask I drew instead.
Height and age - yeah no, I did not want to fuck with trying to choose anything for them since ancient world works weirdly. They are all of similar ages and fairly young, Hades has just aged a lot due to having to deal with his husbands lol. He's tallest of the three, with Eleos being just a tiny bit shorter than Hyth.
Jock - game keeps saying Emet is "the greatest mage" but honestly I could not mark him as nerd when he swings that huge drk sword so effortlessly in Ktisis. So to me he is also physically strong. Hyth is nerd on account of working basically a desk job and complaining how he doesn't usually fight, even if using a bow logically makes him somewhat buff too.
Affection - Hades is tsun so no pda. Hyth is used to this and knows not to tease him too much. Eleos does not care and teases both of them mercilessly with his affection, regardless of where they are or who is watching.
Confessions - Hyth and Hades were an item even before meeting Eleos, and their thing started from Hades managing to voice his feelings (Hyth had known about them already, but wanted to hear him say it). With Eleos, they kinda confessed together, with Hyth once again pushing Hades to admit his feelings out loud. By this point Eleos has been saying he loves them both for like, literal months but somehow also never initiated anything? Even Hyth was kinda confused if it was more plationical or not lol.
Kiss - Hades kisses both of them first: Hyth during a really sweet and romantic moment as teens, and Eleos to shut him up. Which surprisingly worked, as Eleos just kinda froze and was unable to process any thoughts for like half an hour. It has not worked ever since.
Propose - Hades is the most easily jealous one, so he really wanted something to seal the fact that they were all bound to eachother. All 3 have matching earring. Eleos also got a tiny magic circle drawn on his ringfinger - Emet's magic, made to contain both his and Hyth's essence to help calm Eleos down (he's strongly affected by feelings of others). It's usually invisible, but glows softly purple when touched.
Other stuff:
Hades and Eleos are both really stubborn so Hyth has to act as mediator between them
Hades first noticed Eleos from his soul (mix of orange and purple hues, like a really vibrant sunrise) which was so out of normal it got his attenttion in a big crowd (and Eleos did something really stupid right after so it really was unforgettable lol)
Eleos has a habit of just. Leaving in the middle of night if his wanderlust happens to hit. He's gotten really good at sneaking out and only leaving small "gone travelling, see you" note behind.
As a countermeasure, both Hyth and Hades sleep holding him really tight so he can't just dissappear to god knows where. Eleos doesn't seem to mind too much (but still manages to escape some nights)
All 3 spoil eachother so much but in completely different ways.
Emet overlooks so much of his husbands' mischief and no matter how busy, is always ready to give them his time if they want it
Hyth brings the other 2 interesting concepts from work as gifts
Eleos brings them whatever he find on his travels. He's especially good at picking things that pacify Hades' anger when he's done something stupid again.
#āwait what did eleos do when they met that was so unforgetable?ā#he tried to fight escaped creation alone and almost died bc he had no training lol#he wasn't the brightest teen out there#also uhhh fun fact i had eleos be basically entelechy before endwalker even released#his namesake is āspirit of compassion mercy and pityā so it felt fitting for him to be affected by emotions of people around him#then endwalker came and meteion stole his job lol#he also has really long hair lol he and hyth often braid each other's hair before bed#ohhh and another fun fact! drk sword from hades ex is also called eleos!#i had no idea when choosing that name lol#but decided it meant no random npc would later steal it so i kept it#(pouring one out for all who named their ancient athena before pandae dropped)#endwalker spoilers#just in case since even the pics have some spoilers#answered wolqotd#uhh wait does eleos have a tag already....?#ah yes had to do some magic to find it but he does!#wandering sun
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Datin teen Sheldon head canons
i'll try my hardest guys
Dating Teen Sheldon Hcs
if science wasn't your best subject, he would definitely try to help you on it. but you're not the brightest person in the world so he gets angry quite often
taking care of CeeCee when Georgie and Mandy are in public!!
you'll be setting her down for a nap and Sheldon would just be standing in the doorway like "are you done yet š§āāļø"
then when the two of you are watching star trek together (after various comments from you telling him you don't want to watch it) she starts crying and he gets super pissed
you try to help him pick out cute outfits but he refuses
you tell him to start wearing different shirts other than flannels all the time and he's like "i'm not taking any of YOUR opinions" and gave you the nastiest look ever
with that, arguments happen kinda often. he'll be way too focused on his studies in college and doesn't give you as much attention as you want
so you'll storm out of the room and hangout with Missy or something
but he doesn't realize you're gone until 2 hours later
and him being the stubborn ass he is won't apologize. he'll be like "why do i have to apologize for focusing on my studies" bc he just doesn't get it
and, knowing Sheldon, he doesn't show emotions a lot. that's also a pretty big argument starter
you go out of your way to show how much you love him and he's just like "ok thanks"
but at the end of the day, the two of you get over it.
#young sheldon x reader#sheldon cooper x reader#young sheldon#missy cooper#georgie cooper#george cooper#mary cooper#meemaw#mandy mcallister
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hello, platonic aventurine with an in-debt teen reader?
a debt repaid
synopsis - aventurine with an indebt teen
includes - aventurine
warnings - gn!teen!reader, fluff, slight angst??, wc - 528
āŖthe ipc had many partners and clients across the vast galaxy, they are responsible for the economy across the entire cosmo afterall. and sometimes that was quite the inconvenience to the workers who were sent halfway across the cosmo to sort out dealings and, mainly, minor issues.
āŖquite alot of those were to deal with debts. a common occurrence as sometimes people, or even entire planets, could no longer keep up the ipc's demands and quota's. as a result, the ipc would send a range of employees directly there to retrieve the payments or atleast strike a deal - one that always worked for the ipc.
āŖstonehearts weren't normally dispatched for such reasons but either the situation was too important or nobody else was available. aventurine would still see no reason for hom being sent all the way across the galaxy to deal with a single person in debt.
āŖ he'd excuse it of it had more importance - topaz was recently dispatched to solve an entire planets debt! however he wasn't exactly in the position to dispute with the ipc's demands and would begrudgingly make his way to deal with a single persons debt.
āŖaventurine knows the struggles people can face in the early years of their life, so he became rather conflicted when he learnt the person in debt was you.
āŖon one hand, he did have his job to do and not doing so would be a direct denial of orders and most likely would have consequences for him. but on the other, you were only a teenager trying your hardest.
āŖyou knew exactly what his appearance meant as soon as he told you he was from the ipc and all you could do was hope that he had atleast a little bit of sympathy for you. now normally you wouldn't resort to begging but you had heard of what happens to those in debt to the ipc.
āŖit wasn't really begging, just a desperate plea that you just needed more time and you could only do so much at this point in your life. you couldn't tell but it was working.
āŖyour words only tore into his heart and he really would prefer to face the ipc's punishment than do his job. especially because you were young, you didn't need the ipc breathing down your neck for repayment.
āŖaventurine would only make deals with people if it benefitted him, but right now he handed you a contract that worked for you and you only. he just really hoped that it'd pay of for the both of you in the future - a huge gamble that he wanted to work out for him and you.
āŖyou were incredibly grateful for the generous situation granted to you and couldn't thank him enough. although it scared you when aventurine showed up only a few days later, immediately assuming you were going to be placed into debt again.
āŖaventurine visited you often and would tell you that he was only there to make sure that you could eventually pay off your debt. while that was partially true, he also wanted to make sure the ipc didn't send someone else to take away all you owned.
āŖthe day you finally payed off your debt to the ipc, you thanked aventurine personally. and that was all he needed. one of the greatest gambles he ever took and all he won was a thank you and the brightest smile he'd ever seen. the greatest reward.
#x reader#x gender neutral reader#honkai star rail x gender neutral reader#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x you#hsr x gender neutral reader#hsr x you#hsr x reader#hsr aventurine#honkai star rail aventurine#aventurine x reader
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short writing practice one-shot, with rodydeku and erasercloud sprinkles. keep in mind this is only a hobby, and i am not an experienced writer.
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wind rustled through izuku's hair as he sipped at his lychee-flavored boba. the sky was a a breathtaking orange-to-pink, and the clouds were in the cumulus formation.
izuku's always liked clouds. it was his little thing. like how denki acts like he hates it, but he actually like being compared to pikachu. yaomomo likes feeling useful. izuku likes clouds. hitoshi likes hugs-but only if its cold.
contrary to popular belief, izuku wasn't actually oblivious. he could see the way momo and kyoka looked at eachother. the way tenya looked to ochako for praise whenever he makes a joke or pop-culture reference.
the way denki always made to include hitoshi in whatever he did. the way aizawa-sensei had a picture on his desk of a blue-haired boy with a smile to rival even the brightest stars, and constantly held onto a necklace that held a ring identical to the one on his finger.
in short, he wasn't oblivious.
he was burst out of his thought process by a shuffling of footsteps behind him. a hand gently placed itself on his shoulder, warm and familiar.
"are you alright, midoriya?" aizawa-sensei's voice, gruff yet full of concern, rang out from behind him. he'd been, admittedly, softer, ever since the war. izuku thinks he, tenya and yaomomo make for great co-parents.
izuku blinked sleepily, "yes, aizawa-sensei. just..thinking about something."
"on the roof?" izuku nodded simply. his teacher huffed in fond irritation.
"..aizawa-sensei?" he started, quietly, a few minutes later. he picks at the label around his boba.
aizawa-sensei grunted.
"have you ever..loved someone that- that you can't have?" izuku's voice quivered, trailing off at the end, nervous.
"..i have." izuku looked at his teacher, suprised.
"and how do you...deal with that?"
"other than drinking boba on roofs and staring at clouds?" he teased.
izuku tsked.
"this is about your othenan friend, isn't it?" aizawa-sensei deadpanned. izuku blushed and tilted his head in a shy 'yes'.
the black-haired man sighed and sat down next to him. the hand on izuku's shoulder moved to his head and ruffled his hair.
"..i had a friend. in my first year, when i moved to the hero course. i didn't want to be his friend, but i ended up hanging out with him and his group anyway." he could've sworn aizawa smiled. it was a wistful one, one that people would often have when reminiscing.
"he died in my second year."
"oh- i'm sorry ā "
"don't apologise, kid. " he buried the lower half of his face in his capture scarf and continued, " i admit, i came to love him. romantically, i mean. but it was too late for it to go anywhere farther than it already was."
"w- what was his name?" izuku asked, gently.
aizawa-sensei hesitated before answering.
"...oboro. his name was oboro. "
izuku's smile was small, but kind, "thank you for sharing this with me, aizawa-sensei." he says, honestly. his teacher blinks, and bashfully pulls up his capture scarf to cover his mouth once more.
"c'mon, kid. let's get you back to the dorms." the gruff man offers his hand. the teen grasps it, laughing as he pulls himself up.
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"..shota?" oboro had murmured, carding a hand through his boyfriend's hair as he dozed.
"mh?.. he hummed.
"do you think..we're together in every universe?" the blue-haired boy questioned softly. shota cracked an eye open to stare at him, confused.
"what brought this on?" he asks, voice hoarse from sleep. oboro blinks lazily, sky-blue eyelashes fluttering.
his face softened before he answered, "nothing, nothing! just..curious, i guess." he laughs quietly before pecking shota on the cheek.
the red-eyed boy gave a 'hmm' as he looked up at his partner. "i think, that any universe without you is a sad one." he muttered, sleepily. oboro smiled so wide his face must've hurt.
he rained kisses all over shota's face before tucking his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck, a smitten grin stretching his lips.
shota huffed contentedly and settled down to fall back asleep.
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#mha#my hero academia#rodydeku#erasercloud#aizawa shouta#eraserhead#izuku midoriya#oboro shirakumo#mention of rody soul#rody soul#i havent written anything in 4 years bear with me#i have been on tumblr for like. 3 months help#im aroace why am i writing romance#reveriesrequiem#edit : i didnt realise i posted this please forgive me#if i don't acknowledge it maybe itll go away#wait no that's for cats#or was it bullies?
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THE SHERIFF
rick grimes x fem reader
WARNINGS: age gap, reader is 22-23, mentions of cheating, still married rick, shane, season two era, soft smut, reader is able to consent, mentions of alcohol consumption
She had been a few years younger than the sheriff ,
by a few she meant there was just about 6 years difference between them, but in her eyes it wasnāt that much of a gap besides his wife was only a few years younger than him what would be the deal with adding on a few more years.
It was post apocalypse now and hadn't felt it ideal to judge people for their lively hood decisions because no matter what everyone around them had their secrets, they had their fetishes and they had their preferences whether big or small it didn't matter.
he had a wife and kid so of course it wasnāt ideal for her mind to even wander in that direction, it wasn't the brightest idea for her to develop a crush on him as the world was ending.
Yet again it wasnāt ideal that his wife had screwed his best friend just a few months after his supposed death. In y/nās eyes it was wrong and utterly embarrassing on Loris behalf for being so stupid.
she could practically feel the tension waving off the three, the way Lori was trying to cover her history with the somewhat clueless Rick who had just learned the world was ending.
she had her own set of fantasies about him, she loved to watch as he was out training shooting with the members at the farm, the way that he was forceful but yet calm with each person.
she liked the fact that he was the group leader, the way he was able to keep them safe and solve their problems with that mind of his.
It always seemed to bring a set of butterflies inside of her when she saw him, she felt like the universe was forcing her to cross her legs to hide the pressure that was building up in her.
Carol noticed the way she'd look at him she noticed the longed hazed out glances, the way y/n had seemed to lose her words around him whenever he started to show her something.
well Daryl did to he noticed everything so it wasn't a shock that he had picked up on the obvious tension that he was sure the others should've noticed by now, but he was so silent he hadnāt even mentioned the solid tension between Rick and her.
he kept to himself on the hill, hunting and doing whatever the hell he seemed to do when he had all the god damn time in the world.
Carol had fondly mentioned it before when she could see the glimmer in her eyes every time she looked at the man but y/n shook it off claiming that she was just nervous of screwing up.
that she was afraid of being kicked from the group for a small mistake which was partially the truth but not the reason she couldn't keep her eyes off of the sheriff.
y/n had practically passed out as she watched him step out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist at the CDC building, the way the water was resting on his chest and the way his hair had been slicked back ever so perfectly.
it made her melt inside like she was a teen girl.
Carol had noticed the way y/n seemed to get so damn flustered over everything he did, or anything he said to her even just a small glance from his eyes set her off.
she mostly kept to her own business and never spoke about the anticipation between the two to the others, besides what the did in the shadows was their own business.
Now it was them left at the campfire while the others had been invited to sleep inside for the night, besides they were on watch so it was easier for them to sleep outside anyways.
y/n looked up at Rick who had been staring softly with his pinkie finger in his mouth nibbling on the thinly growing nail while his eyes seemed to be laced on her like bees to a hive.
She took a sip from her cup that had been filled with tea as a courtesy from nice blonde girl herself who was resting up inside the farm house way aways from them.
she felt the warm liquid slip down her throat before she spoke,
āShouldnāt you keep an eye out for walkers? make sure we don't get another ambush?ā She asked bringing the mug back up to her lips gulping down another sip licking her lips clean.
āPlace is dead and itās quiet no walkers are gonna be out here unless itās stragglersā
rick spoke pulling his finger away from his mouth as he still seemed to stare at her, āwhy do you keep staring?ā She asked trying to ignore the fact she seemed to like the way his eyes were sinking into her.
āi'm not staringā he replied watching as her eyes widened and she took another sip of her tea, he licked his lips reaching out to pull the mug away from her resting it down on the log next to him.
ādon't you ever think about it? i mean the end of the worldā She asked as she looked up at the sky watching as the stars glimmered brighter than she had ever seen in the city pre-apocalypse.
"i think about it all day" he took a swig of the water and watched as she took in a deep breath trying to find the right way to start a conversation about the age gap between them,
"is our age gap weird?" she asked suddenly and she felt the feeling of the question start to rush to her cheeks, it started to fill her up with the embarrassment of the foolish question.
āwell no I donāt think so, itās well about six years, maybe five when you turn twenty three next monthā he smiled at her watching her place a smile on her face as she looked down trying to hide the raging blush that seemed to fill her entire face.
āYou know my birthday?ā She asked crossing her legs because she could feel the butterflies starting to churn back inside of her just from the subtle idea someone remembered something about her.
āI know pretty much everything, Iāve been asking the others about you to see how we can make you more welcome in the groupā he admitted fixing his posture while he looked at her, still with the lust lacing through his eyes while he stared at her.
āreally?ā She asked shyly, she hadnāt had anyone put in that much effort for her not even men older than him had seemed to care this much about how she felt or if she felt 'welcomed' enough
She couldnāt help but feel her thighs starting to force themselves together as she squirmed at the own demise as her panties started to soak, the cotton underneath her jeans had been pooling with her own juices from the way she was watching him stare at her,
her heart skipped with each flick from her eyes looking him up and down like he was just the best god damn thing she had ever seen.
he had taken a notice the way she squirmed at even just the small action he took, his eyes couldnāt linger away from her for more than a damn second, it was like she was mesmerizing.
Like a siren in the deep blue of the ocean that was calling to him, he could tell she was nervous or maybe even turned on from him, probably a mix of both if his mind was being honest.
"no one else really seemed to pay attention" she mumbled underneath her breath hoping that he hadn't heard her pity remark about the others and their lack of consciousness to each other.
"i'm just used to letting the others walk over me and boss me around i never really have a say like you do" she admitted to him watching as he cocked his head to the side softly.
she knew she was starting to ramble about, letting her thoughts spill from her brain and roll out on her tongue,
"usually i'm the one who's given the orders and i just do what i'm told" she admitted and watched as his expression changed, his jaw shifted a little like he was frustrated at what she said.
"don't let them get to you, you see the way they tried to trample all over Daryl about looking for Sophia? it's quite just the doing of the fact we're all trying tor survive"
rick spoke taking a sip of his water canteen letting his eyes flick back up at her, she smiled at him as she took the last sip of her tea and set down the empty tea cup on the log beside her.
she watched as he moved his seat so he could sit next to her, she felt the side of his holster digging into part of her thigh because of the way they were pressed against one another.
he turned to look at her with a dim expression, before his hand rested at the side of her cheek he watched a smile arise on her face as he kissed her gently so he could taste her.
she could taste whiskey and peppermint on his tongue, he smelt like the crisp woods around them, her hands wrapped around the back of his neck to take in more of the kiss.
without even a slight struggle she was pulled into his lap, he felt her thighs squeeze together as she tried to create some sort of friction through the denim of her jeans.
he had helped her by guiding her hips with his, she hummed out against his lips sending a soft vibration through both of their bodies.
She fiddled at the buttons of the dusty tan shirt he was wearing, she wanted to feel him pressed up against her and it was like she couldnāt wait.
he could feel the eagerness of each button that came undone in the shirt until it was left in the dirt behind him, his chest pressed against hers.
It was his turn to strip her shirt and he hadnāt even hesitated to pull off the matted black tank to leave it on the ground with his shirt.
he had lifted her up from the log, taking her into her personal tent, he placed her down against the floor of it and used a pillow to prop her head up.
āyou deserve more privacyā he remarked at her and watched as she smiled and ran one of her hands throughout his brown strands.
She tore off his pants feeling as he did the same to her, with nothing but undergarments on her body she couldnāt help but buck her hips up just so she could get more friction from him.
he kissed from in-between the valley of her breasts until he reached her navel, he peppered over her body and it made her hum.
it made her smile with each and every kiss that was ever so delicately placed on her skin.
ārickā she whispered aloud and she watched as he flicked his eyes up to look at her, his thumbs rubbing circles at the sides of her waist.
āNeed you so badā she mumbled out to him and watched as he gently tugged at the sides of her panties to pull them off.
He tossed them to the corner of the tent, his hands moved to her back and with one gentle sweep of a motion she felt her breasts fall free.
his own boxers were slipped down his thighs until they slipped off his legs and tossed away, she practically choked on her words when she saw just how large he was.
he rubbed at the sides of her cheeks before he had lined up with her, just to give her a little taste he had rubbed at it making her squirm.
āplease rick, need you so badā she pleaded aloud as her body practically arched up from the bed, with a simple motion of his hips he thrusted into her filling her entire cunt up with him.
Her nails clawed at his back with each and every thrust, first gentle and once she got the full feel of him she couldnāt seem to stop begging for him just to let her have it all.
she bit down on her lip to hide a scream that was going to rip from the deep pit of her throat from how well she felt him inside her.
He shushed her softly as he heard a struggled silenced whine come from between her lips,
with each and every whimper that came from her mouth he wished that he could hear the full thing because even just a sliver of her voice was driving him crazy.
he pressed his body even closer against her so that he could be able to thrust inside her easier, he felt her nails leave streaks on his shoulders.
he whispered sweet-nothings to her until he could feel her walls clench because she was on the verge of spilling over.
āfuck I think Iām gonna-ā she paused at the feeling of his thumb rubbing at her clit making her gasp and let out a croaked moan.
ācome on, come for me princessā he whispered to her feeling his cock twitch with each motion of her walls clenching against him.
Within a few seconds they both felt the peaceful and sudden bliss wash over them, her juices sputtered on his abdomen and he had spilt a top of the skin on her stomach.
He watched her breathing rise and she whined at the his gentle touch as he used a canteen to get rag in her tent damp and he wiped away the mess he made against her skin.
he slipped her bra and underwear back on along with the jeans he had taken off of her, leaving the button undone he tossed a blanket over her.
he kissed the top of her forehead before getting himself dressed and laying with her, his hands wrapped around her waist and she smiled.
she closed her eyes and let out a soft yawn,
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she woke up sitting up to see that the place next to her was cold, he mustāve gotten up hours ago.
she rubbed her eyes and looked for her t-shirt but it was no where to be found, she tossed her blanket off of her as she rustled through her bag.
she cursed softly as she realized that the mustāve left the shirts by the camp fire last night, she peaked her head out of the tent to see the group surrounded by a morning fire.
she smiled awkwardly before sticking her head back in the tent, she hadnāt seen the shirt by the log where they left it, and Rick wasnāt visible.
āfuckā she mumbled as she sat back in her tent, even if the shirt was there how could she explain how it even ended up there with his own son and best friend sitting there just a few feet away.
she tossed on her jacket and even though her bra was still visible through the gap she had almost made her way out of the tent but she stopped once she looked to the side of her tent.
there her shirt was strung up and she smiled as she slipped the tank back on and was finally able to make her way out of the tent.
he mustāve gotten their scattered clothes back together before she had woken up, she took a seat on the log next to Daryl and watched as he was cooking a snake over it.
he had even offered y/n some but she passed on the offer with a nice reply and smile watching as his eyes flicked back to his cooking breakfast.
ānext time could you two keep it down? you and Rick are going to draw coyotes or walkersā she felt the words whispered in her ear practically trickle down her neck sending her shivers.
she gulped and put back the smile on her face so no one would catch on, āyou know about that?ā she whispered back leaning closer so that she didnāt have to speak as loud.
āWhat donāt I know about this group?ā He remarked and pulled the snake away from the fire and began to start skinning it.
he placed a piece of the cut up meat on his knife in his mouth chewing it before he spoke again, āheās up in the house if you need himā
y/n placed a rub on the top of Darylās head before standing up from the log and making her way up the hill until she finally reached the house.
Even though they had been here for weeks out of respect she still knocked before she entered just to alert that she was entering the house.
Rick was sitting in the living room drinking a glass of whiskey that Hershel had poured for him, Hershel was speaking with his daughter in the other room while ricks eyes flicked up to look at y/n who felt like she was out of place in the house.
āmorning sunshineā
he spoke and watched as she took a seat next to him, he offered her a sip of the whiskey but she denied with a soft shake of her head.
āyou hung my shirt up in the tentā she chuckled and watched him smile as he set the finished glass onto the coffee table in front of them.
āI didā he replied feeling as their legs touch from the way he purposefully had spread his, she reached out for his hand and felt as he clenched her hand gently as he took a gaze at her.
They didnāt have any clue what was next, they didnāt know how his son would handle this even though he knew the tension between Shane and them was belligerently obvious.
āwhatever happens you donāt let them walk all over you, even if Iām not hereā he spoke and peppered a kiss a top of her head.
āunderstood sheriffā
#the walking dead#the walking dead fic#twd#twd smut#twd spoilers#rickgrimes#Rick#rick grimes twd#rickgrimesmut#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes#the walking dead fanfiction#twd daryl#daryl dixon#the walking dead daryl#carol twd#Lori twd
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Transformers prime story request.
The vehicons are the decepticons storm troopers, treated like nobodies and abused by their commanders every so often.
So... How about a story where one seeks to leave the decepticon life. Posing as a regular car at a car sale. This vehicon figures some time among Humans will be just what he needs. Having changed paint jobs and removing any trackers in him. He hopes to just... Enjoy "human watching", seeing what their lives are like.
He ends up bought by Jacks' mother sometime before she and her son knows about the transformers. And slowly ends up caring about her as he poses as her car. Enjoying the little things of his new life.
... And then her son brings home Arcee and the series ticks off from there.
A "normal" life
T-34B watched as humans mingled around him. Idle chatter filled the parking lot as different fleshy servos brushed along his alt-mode. Grumbled words of distaste and disinterest bounced around in his helm.
Had he picked a bad color? He thought the light blue was good but maybe he was wrong.
Did he look too worn down? He thought if he looked too new that he'd have less options but maybe he was wrong.
Was his model wrong? His research said that VW Beetles were decent cars but maybe he was wrong.
Should he have gone flashier? Sleeker? Been red? Maybe if he-
"How bout this one?" A voice interrupted his thoughts. There was a female human standing in front of his hood. Looking at him. Judging him. As subtly as he could he tried to push out his plating, air up his tires, and catch the sun just right so he looked as presentable as possible.
And it seemed to be working until a shorter and what seemed to be younger human butted in.
"Looks like an old man." The boy stated which was hurtful, he thinks. T-34B knew he wasn't the best or the brightest or even that standout but he didn't look that bad right?
Right?
"Don't be mean Jack I think that gives it character." T-34B was full of character, the lady gets it. Jack rolled his weird organic optics but shrugged.
Which T-34B would later learn was a seal of approval. Sort of.
Being driven through the streets of Jasper was weird. It felt wrong not to be in control of himself. He had to stifle every little desire to take the wheel or change the radio station.
He liked Earth's music but he wasn't a fan of the genre of 'Country'. It sounded too similar to him. As the songs blurred together into one noise it just reminded him of staring at the countless versions of his face. He did not like it. But he did not change it because cars didn't do that.
Pulling into what would be his new home he tried not to feel cramped inside the garage. He told himself that it was cozy and really far better than what he had back on the Nemesis. Because it was, anything was better than the Decepticon ship. Even a tiny garage and fleshy organics who weren't careful with sugary fluids were better than what he came from.
He'd have thousands of drinks spilled in his cab before he ever regretted leaving.
.
.
Life with the Darby's was simple. He learned the woman's name was June and that she was Jacks carrier or mom as the teen called her. He learned what a teenager was too.
He discovered that June was a nurse and that Earth's hospitals were not that different to the ones that once operated on Cybertron. At least from the outside looking in.
They didn't drive him many places. Mostly June's job, Jack's educational center, a place called WinCo Foods, and building with a bright neon sign that read Jasper Bowlarama. He did not know what a "Bowlarama" was but the Darby's always seemed happy after coming and he got to see lots of humans doing human things so everything was good
T-34B was staring to like when the unit he drove around were happy. He liked the talks he got to overhear. Like how Jack was doing in chemistry and that he was thinking of trying out for football. Which his mother didn't seem fond of and countered with going for band instead. He liked when June had a long shift and could barely drive, it gave him the chance to repay her by getting her home safely.
He liked that randomly June decided to give him a name. Apparently naming cars what just a thing humans did. She suggested Nancy because that had been the last vehicles name and the one before that so it just made sense.
T-34B dreaded being named after another.
But Jack interjected unknowing on his behalf. Said he didn't look like a Nancy.
He agreed.
Instead sighting that he looked more like a Buggy or Ozzy.
June picked Ozzy.
.
.
When Jack came back with a motorcycle June had lost her mind but gradually came around.
Ozzy had also lost his mind and was still currently losing it. For one he had to share his garage now. For two he felt like he was losing Jack. The teen didn't need him now because of that death machine. And for three and technically most important that was a FRAGGIN Autobot!
Oh Primus he was slagged. He was so slagged. His only saving grace was that the Bot hadn't realized he wasn't just a beetle and that almost immediately after June left Jack and the Bot began arguing.
He learned the Bot was Arcee. He's never encountered the Femme before but he's heard about her. Quick tempered and a 'shot first ask questions later' type. She's offlined hundreds of vehicons and now he was stuck sharing space with her.
Oh Ozzy was so slagged.
#transformers prime#vehicons#defection#june darby#jack brings home trigger happy arcee and everything gets real awkward#i hope i did june and jack okay#i don't actually like them all that much and i hope it didn't show
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ā¹ā ā CUT & SEWN JUST FOR: @ladyinbl00d
āĖź°šź±ā§ BABYDOLL DRESSES : dallas winston, 'enchanted' by taylor swift, meeting for the first time.
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ā all i can say is i was enchanted to meet you. ā
warnings ā movie dallas (matt dillon), mention of armed robbery, smoking, fluff, love at first sight vibes, dallas being dallas
dallas winston had never set foot inside a bookstore ā that is unless you count the one time in new york before he was arrested. at that time though, he was brought along by these guys he would hang around in the subway. he watched as they pulled a gun on the old lady running the shop, the woman cowering as she handed them the money.
dallas thought about that often, he wasn't sure why they decided it had to be a bookstore of all places ā did they even make money worth taking?
he hadn't exactly planned to go into that kind of store ever again, he wasn't the kind of guy that enjoyed literature of any kind and he couldn't be caught in a place like that; it would ruin his reputation. on one particular day though, he found himself being dragged to 'the book garden' ā ponyboy's favourite store.
unfortunately for dallas, today he was tasked with accompanying johnny and pony as everyone else was busy. it's not that he didn't like them, because he did, he'd just rather spend his saturday doing anything else.
the three of them walked into the store where you just so happened to be working today. you glanced up at the ring of the bell when the door opened, seeing the trio of greasers. you gave a small smile to ponyboy, recognising him as he was a frequent customer. johnny you knew from school when he came and dallas ā well, everyone knew dallas ā but you didn't know him.
you kept yourself busy where you were, stocking the shelf with new additions. there were lots of interesting copies in there of old fairytales, you picked up a stack of seven rather thick books and walked slowly towards the fantasy section.
you could barely see over the stack but you knew your way around the store well so you felt confident enough to walk through blind. you did feel confident walking through blind, at least, that was until somebody bumped into you and made you and your stack of books fall to the floor.
you frowned, wincing as your knees came into contact with the hard wood.
you started gathering your books hurriedly, hearing a huff from above you. "you should watch where you're goin', huh? people are tryin' to walk here."
you swallowed hard and got up, balancing the pile of books in your arms once again and coming face-to-face with dallas winston.
"i'mā i'm sorry..." you sputtered out in apology, feeling embarrassment creep its way into your gut. you really should've known something like this had to happen at some point ā you just didn't expect it to be dallas in particular.
the roughed up teen chewed the inside of his cheek, his eyes noticeably looking you up and down as if examing you before he looked away for a moment. he licked his teeth in a smile as he turned back to you.
"soā so what are you? uh, aā a librarian?" he asked with a little chuckle. "kinda cute."
you blinked slowly, his words catching up with you. "no... librarians work in libraries," you told him as you chewed your lip, "hence the name."
dallas tilted his head to the side and back into place in a shrug, letting out a low hum in acknowledgement. he wasn't the brightest, okay? how was he supposed to know that?
"you work here then?" he asked, despite it being obvious due to your attire and the fact you were cleary putting new stock away.
"mhm, yeah," you told him as you slid the books you were holding into their correct places on the shelf. "been working here for two years or so."
dallas nodded and sucked his cheeks in, rolling his eyes as ponyboy called him over to the exit.
"well," dallas leant down slightly as he got closer to your face, "i s'pose you might be seein' be around here more often," he claimed with a wonky grin.
"what?" you questioned with a furrowed brow, "you like reading?"
"no," dallas shook his head, "i seem to be growing quite fond of you though, darlin'."
you were flattered despite the fact that this was your first proper meeting ā you understand why so many girls from your school would talk about him now. you were definitely falling for his charm, that's for sure.
"oā okay... bye," you told him quickly before hurrying back over to the staff room and closing the door. you leant against the wall and cupped your face in your hands, letting out a little screech of embarrassment and gently smacking yourself.
dallas winston had never set foot in a bookstore ā and now he would make sure he did at least weekly.
RIVER'S BLURB: DAVI listen. i know this is kinda short i am sorry š but i hope you like it and sorry it literally took me a gazillion years ok byebye
#ā riv's fashion school: event į°.į#ā river's sticky notes ā©Ėļ½”ā#dallas winston#dallas winston x reader#the outsiders#fanfiction#matt dillon#s.e hinton#writers on tumblr#someone shut me up#dallas winston x reader fluff#fluff#first meeting#meet cute#love at first sight
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why you must have faith in KoHii/HiiKoha
gonna go on a little ramble, my mind can't stop thinking about this duo specifically (all the time, but this time, i have the power to gush on people about it)
So a little bit of spoiler warning before you go on ahead :3
If you want to add more onto this, don't be shy, I'd love to discuss this with someone
This will be very long i think, so yeah.. ;3
Gonna put a basic symbol line-break everytime i change topics in this post so...
Table of contents on this post's analysis:
Amagi Hiiro
Oukawa Kohaku
In-context HiiKoha/KoHii
Shameless fic promotion
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Both of them are seen as pure and precious (by their closest family members, at the very least) who were born and raised in the most fucked up scenario
Hiiro was seen and raised as nothing but an aide (for his brother, the future monarch) in his hometown, so much so that he wasn't even taught common sense or self-worth. He was raised to specifically only act on instinct and to do as instructed, aka he wasn't treated humanly, which he thought was normal. It still shook me when Hiiro said something that basically implied "if I weren't apart of the Amagi family, I might have died when I was little" i forgot which episode it's in but i specifically remember Hiiro saying that fondly after Aira asking him how he can be this annoying without dropping dead (chapter 1).
Maybe that's why Mayoi specifically said something along the lines of "he has a scent similar to mine, how interesting" when alkaloid was made. They have that similarity in which the both of them were treated as less of a human, so they believed it. They just reacted and lower themselves differently. Mayoi trying to avoid people so they don't have to be burdened by him to the point of believing he's nothing but filth and Hiiro, who, as I said, thought it was normal and think of it as basic etiquette to be treated like a stepping stone. (I shall stop myself here before this post digresses to a HiiMayo post lol)
He was even taught on to be a shield for his brother and he definitely knows how to kill someone using his bare hands with that martial art he always trained for. His pure, innocent, and kind mind never saw any of those as wrong. He thought it was right since everyone (the adults specifically) around him acts like it's normal. To put it simply: he was brainwashed since he was little and he's trying his best to think for himself ever since he got out of his homwtown.
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The other one, Kohaku, grew up in a family branch specifically treated as a beating stick to the main family tree. A disposable bloody stick, tainting a glorious garden to be precise. A garden called the Suou family. Hell, he wasn't even supposed to be alive. His humanity was denied of him so much so that his family had to hid him for years to keep him alive. His only friend being his cousin Tsukasa and his SNS buddy "Love." He grew up fairly "normal", he worked his dream job for COS PRO, a rising idol agency and even have a place in the Reimei dormitory, a school affiliated to COS PRO.
Maybe he was trained to and have assassinated some people and know the most painful way to effectively torture someone. But he's still most definitely an adolescent. Yknow, the kind to have sweet tooth, getting scared of zombies, and being a sassy teen who roasts people without fail.
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These two barely have interactions which is so so painful because of how well their dynamic is between every rare interaction they have. And Kohaku's newest idol story with Hiiro have shed the brightest light of a possibility that they'll add on some more story with them <-me being hopeful.
Now i shall enlighten you with how these two see each other in the story.
Hiiro sees Kohaku as Aira's friend and his brother's unitmate. Despite being older than him, he always tries to be polite with him (as he does to almost everyone) and refers to him by his family name and even put an honorific on it (which would no doubt make him sound a little distant). They barely talked or interact with one another, but it was Hiiro's friendliness that made them to be good enough acquaintances. Being the low-SQ guy he is, of course he doesn't see that as awkward. He simply thought of Kohaku as a friend since he's also Aira's friend. (Please HappyEle i need more Hiiro's POV of their relationship :"v)
Kohaku is pretty much in a similar situation as Hiiro but he thought of it through more (as much as he could at least). He refers to Hiiro like how the rest of crazy: b call him: "Otouto-han" / "Rinne's little brother." He started calling him "Hiiro-Han" after a couple of meet-ups which I can only assume is a result of hearing Aira's stories about him and how he isn't used to be treated with the kind of respect Hiiro gives out to people (Hiiro keeps finding ways to feel inferior to people in a logical way that icks him but Kohaku can't really tell what it is that he feels bad about, do you understand what I'm saying).
To put it simply, he thought that Hiiro was the total opposite of Rinne: way too innocent and naive for his own good. He considered Hiiro as a simple acquaintance until he began to realise that Hiiro seems to be friendlier than other acquaintances he knew (dude the crumbs HappyEle give on Kohaku's POV makes me go insane)
This made Kohaku became more confused about their relationship status (lol) especially after the events in Matrix (will talk about soon) where Kohaku sees for the first time how the Amagi(s) aren't so different from one another in terms of their stubbornness. He saw with his own eyes how Hiiro would go all out to do what he believes to be right, so much so that it scares him how Hiiro can still look so innocent despite of his capabilities. That fear got him thinking "are we friends or not?" Because of how Hiiro seems to be even friendlier after that event. And eventually the two losers (affectionately) finally start to be actually friends and not a mere acquaintance.
(I need more of them please)
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P.s. if you haven't caught onto it yet, both of them are idiots (in their own way) and i believe they'll both be perfect for each other once the two actually opens up about how fucked up their upbringing is.
Can you just imagine how Hiiro would casually talk about what happened to him in his childhood and Kohaku just looked at him with mixed feelings between pity and judgement and surprise? I can and shall use it to the best of my ability :3
Coming soon to AO3 (as soon as my account got approved) it'll focus more on the slices of life for these two + aira because aihiiko is perfection. I shall anounce and post the fic there as immediately as I can. If you're interested, I'm planning to name it as "Estranged Youths" so.. :3
#enstars textpost#ensemble stars#enstars#hiiro amagi#amagi hiiro#kohaku oukawa#oukawa kohaku#random rambles#character analysis#ship analysis#ensemble stars music#hiikoha#kohii#aira shiratori#shiratori aira#mayoi ayase#ayase mayoi#(mentioned)
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coming out of my cage to post for robstar week (@robxstar) because i recently rewatched teen titans and i love robstar so bad. wasn't feeling very creative and they just helped me write some lil fun self-indulgent things š now i can share with all of you
day 1 - friends to lovers
she's the tear in my heart
It wasnāt long after the completion of the Tower that the roof became their spot.
Robin loved to watch the sunset over the bay and Starfire found freedom in the star speckled sky.
The first few nights, when they were just beginning to understand how to coexist with each other heād always find her staring up at the sky late into the night. He wondered if she missed being part of the greater universe, flying past galaxies and spinning through the vastness that both terrified and humbled him.
He didnāt have to ask if she was missing home.
There was a deep longing, a sadness that shimmered in the shadows of her eyes, one that even the brightest smile couldnāt chase away.
These days she calls Earth her home and Robinās never been more thankful to exist in the same place as someone else.
āHey,ā he smiles, finding her knees tucked up to her chest right on the edge where she always is.
āHi.ā She returns the smile, warm and soft and something that is just for him.
It makes his heart beat harder, a traitorous pitter patter heās long given up the fight to stop. Batman taught him a lot of things, but never how to defeat a hunger that runs so deep that he feels the ache in his bones. How to unwant someone because being with them isnāt something youāre allowed to have.
He takes his place next to her, touching as much as possible; a searing line of heat from shoulder to hip bone.
Thereās a steady hum beneath his skin that wants and wants and wants.
Itās late or, really, just very early. Dawn will be breaking over the city soon, their horizon one of the last to see the sun rising in the sky.
āYou know,ā Starfire says quietly, āit has been a year since we all met.ā
Robin knows and not just because they all agreed to celebrate the anniversary of forming the Titans and their friendship. He will never forget that fateful day. As much as he hates to admit it, he was a little lost in the shadow of Batman, needing to set off on his own. New town and a new start.
He wasn't expecting to find his family.
Or the love of his life.
But he keeps that close to his chest; locked up tight with no chance of seeing daylight.
āBest day of my life.ā Robin admits.
He can hardly stop himself from admitting deeper truths when Starfire is by his side. She tilts her head, hair falling over her shoulder as she eyes him curiously.
āOkay.ā Robin laughs, āmaybe best is a weird way to describe it, but I got to meet all of you, and Iām honestly not sure where I would be if we hadnāt.ā
Probably in the depths of Sladeās clutches, destroying a city instead of saving it.
āI have also thought about that.ā Starfire says, her gaze back on the sky.
A coil white hot and wicked slithers through Robinās ribcage. He doesnāt have to ask to know what sheās imagining. The Citadel. Heāll never forget the way she said prize as if her agency didnāt matter.
As if Starfire didnāt matter.
A royal princess that paid the ultimate price; sacrificing her freedom for her planet and people. She was starved and restrained, terrified out of her mind because of the horrors that awaited her. It still makes Robin sick to his stomach.
Without thinking he presses closer and Starfire unwinds, letting her legs dangle off the edge of the tower as she takes up the space Robin offers her.
āI do not often have nightmares anymore of what could have been,ā she says quietly, ābut I suppose on such occasions it is not a surprise.ā
Robin takes her hand, the need to touch and comfort too great. Something in his skin settles when her fingers lace between his own.
āYouāre safe,ā he reminds her. āYouāre here, with us, and I wonāt ever let anything happen to you.ā
āI know.ā
Robin can see the depths of green in her eyes, like an old growth forest with flecks of gold. Her gaze is heavy ā honest ā and Robinās breath catches in his throat. Heās never known someone to have so much faith in him, despite his flaws and limitations and everything heās done, Starfire believes in him.
He imagines sliding his hand to cup her cheek, slotting their mouths together like they were made to fit, because Robin knows they were.
Not yet
Starfireās knowing smile relieves some of the guilt and ache in his chest. He owes her so much and maybe one day he can return the favor.
āI believe we saved each other that day,ā she squeezes his hand, thumb brushing gently over Robinās skin.
I love you, Robin thinks unbidden.
āYeah,ā he swallows, choking back the swell of emotions, like the waves of a tsunami being sucked back out to sea, āwe did.ā
The sun catches over the tower, the water shimmering with the promise of a new day.
āIf I recall,ā Starfire says lightly, āI promised Cyborg that I would help make his famous three layer cake for our celebration today.ā
āStarting at dawn?ā Robin laughs as they stand up, hands still clasped together.
Starfire starts to say something, but a loud crashing sound from the kitchen answers Robinās question. Itās followed by a string of curses causing Robin and Starfire to fall into each other laughing.
āCome,ā Starfire says as she tugs him towards the door, āI believe Cyborg is in need of rescuing.ā
Robin just smiles fondly as she leads him back into the tower, counting down the seconds to when he never has to let go.
#robstar#robstarweek#teen titans#starfire x robin#starfire#robin#listen...they've really had me in a chokehold recently#and ive been writing little codas post episodes and fillers and it's been so freeing and fun#i honestly wasn't planning on posting these but i feel like it would be cool to share for robstar week even if this is like a 2 note post#anyway something something make the content you want to read amirite
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what have the easter lilies whispered about us?
rating: teen
pairing: wally darling/gn! reader
author's note: it's on ao3 too (and much better formatted over there)!
Julie is not helpful.
You love her, and she's sweet and bubbly, but her advice? Useless, irrelevant, terrible. She is sitting across from you, feet propped up in your lap as she lies on her back and flips through a magazine. She'd been happy to come over at your very sudden request (is always happy to get some extra time with you), but you're beginning to think that you perhaps should have sought out a different resident for the topic that has been plaguing your mind.
"Look, it isn't hard," she says, peering over the magazine to beam at you. "Wally is very receptive to criticism! Just tell him that he sucks at kissing and that you want him to improve."
"What? NoāJulie." You shove her legs off of your lap. "He doesn't suck at kissing. He's really cute! His kisses are sweet! He does the muah thing, you know? It's super endearing."
She sits up, grabs you by the shoulders, and gives you a little shake. "I get it! Wally has been my friend practically forever. Everyone knows he's cute! But," she waggles her eyebrows at you, "you don't want him to just do the muah thing anymore, right?"
Yeah, she definitely wasn't the right resident for this. You should've asked Frank, or Eddieāhell, even Barnaby might have better advice. You have no qualms about your relationship with Wally. It is still new; that's true, and he's still learning many different things in many different ways. He asks a lot of questions, and he tries really, really hard. He's constantly pestering Barnaby for romantic advice (or so you hear), and the amount of care that he puts into being better for you is more than you ever could've asked for.
"I don't want to push him," you say. The last thing you want is to drive him away when you've only just gotten him so close. But, "I justā¦want more from him. I want to try more with him."
Julie hums, considering your words carefully. "Well, have you ever thought that maybe he'd be willing to try if you were honest with him about what you want?"
You sigh, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. "I'm worried that he'd say yes to anything just to appease me."
"Ah, I see," Julie nods. "He is a people-pleaser. Well! You know what that means," she grins at you, and you shake your head because no, you don't. "I've got to play the middle party! I'll take matters into my own hands."
Your eyes go wide, and you begin stuttering out, "What? NoāJulie, you can't-"
"Don't worry," she squishes your face between her tiny hands. "I won't say anything to him directly. I'll justā¦have Barnaby ask him a few pointed questions, and I'll get his answers from the flowers!"
Mouth puckered as she holds onto you, you mumble, "You shouldn't use your connection with the flowers to eavesdrop, Julie."
She gasps, hand flying to touch her chest dramatically. "Eavesdrop? I'm simply helping your relationship blossom!"
You know that she's not likely to take no for an answer, so you merely purse your lips and stare her down. "Justāmake sure Barns doesn't push him too hard, alright? I don't want him getting overwhelmed and shutting down."
She gives you a little salute and hops up to her feet. "Your wish is my command!" Her dress flops up and down as she skips towards your front door. She stops, one hand on the knob, and turns to give you her brightest, warmest smile. "I know Wally very well, neighbor. Sometimes, he just needs a little push."
"Okay," you try and return her smile, but the one tugging at your own lips feels forced. "I trust you, Julie."
She blows you a kiss, and leaves your home as quickly as she'd come. Your heart pitter-patters in your chest, and nervousness seeps into your bones, causing your hands to shake. You and Wally have been, pointedly, taking it slow. You're happy to go at his pace. But, you find yourself wondering often if what you see for your relationship as it progresses is what Wally sees. Do your visions line up? Has he even thought about the long-term? Are you more invested than you should be?
You are trying hard not to discredit his feelings. He says he loves you, and you want to believe that he knows what that means. So, maybe Julie is right. The only thing left to do is be honest.
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The rapid knocking at your front door startles you out of your almost-sleep. You've been tired as of late, staying up throughout the night to plan Home's very first group painting session-slash-picnic that is taking place next week. Plus, your concerns about you and Wally's relationship haven't exactly been lulling you to sleep, either. You need cat-naps just to get you through the day.
"I know you're home!" comes Julie's voice, slightly muffled by the door, but still as chipper as always. "Open up! We have urgent matters to discuss."
You yawn, rubbing at your eyes as you go to let her inside. She marches straight into your living room the moment you open the door and plops down on your sofa.
"I had a very interesting conversation with the flowers today," she says by way of greeting.
Your heart does a great big jump in your chest. You almost don't want to know what she heard, but curiosity gets the best of you. "Go on."
"Alright! So," she smooths down her pretty, pink dress, and folds her hands in her lap. "The other day, after our little conversation, I gave Barnaby a list of questions to casually ask Wally. You know, basic stuff! Like, how's your relationship going? And, are you happy?"
"Okay," you say slowly, nodding.
"I told him the goal was to get Wally to open up a bit," she continues. She's speaking quickly now, clearly eager to get all of her newly-learned information out. "And, oh boy, open up he did! The flowers were very detailed when I asked them what he said."
She reaches out to take your hand. "Firstly, Wally is trying to plan a date for you! I nearly squealed when I heard that, seriously! I don't know the details, but the marigold told me that he asked Barnaby what dates are like, what people usually do on them. He was taking notes on his notepad and everything. Isn't that just the sweetest?"
A lump forms in your throat, making it near impossible to speak. You manage to get out a strangled, "Yes. So sweet."
A date. A date. How did he even learn about dates? From Julie's silly novels, no doubt, or perhaps Frank and Eddie. You're not sure he understands the concept (he has only just learned what 'hanging out' means), but he's got the spirit. He is trying to be romantic, for you.
If you think about it for too long you know you'll end up in tears, so you squeeze Julie's hand and ask, "What else did he say?"
"Well, Barnaby started to pry a bit more," she says. A big grin splits her face in two, and her eyes go slightly hooded and foggy with a dreamy sort of look. "He asked Wally,'what's your favorite part about being in a relationship?' And, naturally, Wally gave the cutest, sweetest little answer ever, which was: 'I just like being able to hold hands with my dearest friend.' But, the violets told me he blushed after that, got all embarrassed, and said, 'I also like it when they play with my hair. No one ever really did that, before them.'"
"Oh," your heart gives an abhorrent kick from inside your chest. He likes it when you play with his hair? It doesnāt happen often; his hair is almost always styled to perfection, and when the two of you spend time together, it is typically in a public space. However, there are tiny blips in time, moments in which the sun has made you tired, and the two of you head back to your place together, arm in arm. Youāll sit on the couch, head propped up against the back of it, and Wally will sprawl out like a cat in your lap. His hair, curled nice and tight, unfurls as you gently run your fingers through it. The motion tends to lull you to sleep, and Wally has never said anything about itāhas never asked you not to do itā but you werenāt aware that he liked it, either. You werenāt aware that there were any elements of physical affection that he enjoyed. Had always just presumed that he didnāt mind one way or the other.
Julie is practically vibrating with excitement, perched on the edge of the sofa cushion. She says, āWally has always been open to physical affection. He didnāt really understand it before we taught him what we know, thatās true, butāsince he started going out with you, heās gone from being indifferent, to liking it. Thatās a good sign, neighbor.ā
āI know,ā you agree.
āAnd,ā she goes on, āthereās one more thing that I simply must tell you. I heard it from the Easter lilies, and itās too juicy to skip over.ā She leans forward as if sheās preparing to spill her deepest, darkest secret. Her voice drops down to a whisper, and she says, āWally said, and the lilies quote, āIām going to ask them for a kiss. A real kiss; like the ones Iāve read about in books. I want to know what it feels like. I want to try, but only with them.ā Isnāt that just the bees knees?ā
Your mouth pops open, and your eyes go a little wide. You can feel warmth gradually creep into your cheeks, and the tips of your ears. Youāve got a flush going all the way down your neck that disappears beneath the collar of your sweater. A real kiss? Your mind is spinning with a dozen different questions. You werenāt even aware that Wally knew the difference between the types of kisses the two of you usually share, and a āreal kiss.ā You have got to confiscate Julieās novel collection from him.
āBarnaby told him that being blunt was perhaps not the best way to go about it,ā Julie says. āSo, Barns suggested that Wally take you on a date, and work his way up to asking you for one! I have no idea what kind of date heās planning, but Iām sure it will be uniquely him!ā
āA date,ā you repeat. āA real kiss. This is allāoh my, what if itās happening too fast? I mean, Wally and I have only truly been a couple for a few months, now. I donāt know if Iāllāwell, I mean. Oh, Julie,ā you bury your face in your hands, huffing out a long sigh. āThis is all so scary.ā
She frowns, and tugs your hands away from your face. āI thought this is what you wanted, though.ā
āIt is,ā you say quickly. āI mean, obviously, it is. But, Iām nervous too. I want it to be good for him. If Iām his first real kiss, I should make it special. I donāt want to disappoint him.ā
āHey,ā she gently nudges her shoulder against yours. āHe loves you. I think you could probably pour all of his paint down the sink, and heād still think you hang the sun in the sky every morning.ā
Though you know there is truth to her words, your hands still tremble at the thought of what is to come. Wally, when he has something on his mind and is able to fully conceptualize it, is blunt. If heās been thinking about the progression of your relationship, he is going to bring it up. He doesnāt understand nuance very well; canāt read the mood of a room, or pick apart the vibe of a specific conversation. And, if you donāt choose your words correctly, he may think that youāre not interested.
āYouāve got to get ready,ā she says. āHeās coming over to ask you on that date in just a few hours. Thereās no time to waste!ā
āWhat?ā You nearly choke on your own breath, heart jack-hammering behind your ribcage. āHe wants to take me on a date today? Why didnāt you lead with that, Julie?ā
She giggles, whistle-clean and sheepish, and brushes her hair over her shoulder. āSlipped my mind, I suppose. I was too excited to relay the flowersā messages! Now,ā she stands up, tugging you up from the couch with her. āGo put on something terribly cute! If I know Wallyās schedule as well as I think I do, heās probably just finished up tormenting Howdy at the bodega. That means heās headed to the post office next, and youāve got approximately one hundred and two minutes to look your best!ā
She gently shoves at your back to get you moving, and you shuffle down the hallway towards your bedroom. She heads to the door, and calls out an airy, āHave fun tonight! I know itās going to be love-o-ly!ā You hear the door shut behind her as she leaves, and you stand in the middle of your bedroom, tension so tight in your shoulders that it almost hurts.
Right, okay. You know Wally. He is your friend, first and foremost. Thereās no need to overthink this. He is nice, and sweet, and silly, and youāre going to have a great time. Itāll be just like any other day with him, only slightly more pointed. You just need to put the whole kissing thing out of your mind for the time being. You want to progress the intimacy aspect of your relationship, and it seems that Wally does, too. Best to let it happen naturally.
You shower, and then rummage through your closet in search of something to wear. Itās nice and warm outside, so you opt for something light and breezy. You get dressed, and take the time to style your hair in your vanity mirror. You think it might be smart to apply some lip balm just to be safe (you never know where the afternoon might lead), so you do that quickly, and then step back to take a look at yourself. Casual, but chic. Julie would be pleased.
Youāre dawdling around your living room, wondering if you have time to run to the bodega and get him a gift (What would you even buy him? New paint? Brushes?), when thereās a rhythmic knock on your door.
āOkay,ā you mumble to yourself, taking a deep breath. āNo need to be nervous. Itās just Wally. You see him every day. Relax.ā
You carefully school your features, and then pull the front door open.
And itās likeāyou knew heād be here, standing in front of you, ready to take you on a date. Julie had prepared you. But actually seeing him is so, so much more than youād anticipated. He is wearing a rainbow button-down, red ascot, and navy slacks. His hair is styled as it usually is, but heās left a few strands out to frame his face. He is smiling at you, a smile youāve seen probably a thousand times by now, but it leaves you winded, anyway, and he is clutching a bouquet of paper flowers in his hands.
āHi,ā he greets you. He doesnāt look nervous, but then, heās never been very easy to read. He holds out the paper flowers. āI made these for you.ā
You gingerly take them from him, and bring them closer to your face. They smell of paint and cardboard, and the tiniest bit of strawberry, and you quirk a brow at him.
āSpritzed them with some fragrance that Howdy made,ā he shrugs.
āTheyāre my favorite color,ā you say.
He grins. āI know.ā
You carefully set them on the coffee table inside your home, step out into the fresh air, and close the door behind you. Wally is standing in front of you, hands neatly clasped in front of himself like he doesnāt quite know what to do with them. His face is carefully blank sans a little smile, and you clear your throat, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Youāve never struggled for words in front of him before, and itās difficult to keep your breathing even as you meet his gentle gaze.
He asks, easy and warm, āWould you like to go on a date with me, neighbor?ā
Your lips twitch, tiny smile finding its way to your face. āA date?ā You question. āWhat exactly does that mean to you?ā
He mulls it over for a moment, and replies, āA date can be a lot of different things. I asked Eddie, and he said thereās no right way to go on a date. Howdy says itās just about doing something special with the person you care about.ā
āTheyāre very insightful,ā you muse. You hold your hand out to him, and he takes it with ease. The act of twining your fingers together is still new to him, so he does it a bit slowly. Clumsy. āYes, Iād love to go on a date with you, Wally.ā
He seems content with basking in comfortable silence as he leads you to the dateās location. He has never understood the implication of what too much quiet means, and you like that he possesses no stigma towards it. Itās nice to be with someone who isnāt pressured to be anything more or less than he is. Youāve always liked Wally because is, unapologetically, himself. The more he learns about feelings and relationships, the more him he seems to become.
āOkay,ā Wally comes to a stop at the edge of Homeās main walking path. āYou have to close your eyes. I want you to be surprised.ā
You do ask he requests, eyes shut tight, and Wally continues leading you forward by your hand. He must forget that you canāt actually see, because he doesnāt so much as guide you as he does catch you when you trip and stumble over things. The terrain has become uneven, rocky, and you spend the next five minutes trying not to faceplant over what you think are massive tree routes.
He stops walking again. āOkay, neighbor. When youāre ready, open your eyes.ā
You square your shoulders, and take a deep, steadying breath.
He has taken you to the beginnings of the forest. Youāve never come out this far before, had no real reason to, but it is just as beautiful as you mightāve imagined. The trees are green, green with spring, and wildflowers sprout beneath your feet. Underneath a giant maple tree rests a table and two little stools, all made out of old stumps and logs. In the center of the table is an array of different foods, and one tiny daisy in a jar. Away from the hustle and bustle of Home, youāre able to hear nature in all of its fullness. Birds sing dozens of branches overhead, and the wind whistles wispy tunes between the leaves.
āOh,ā you exhale, eyes impossibly wide. āThis is amazing, Wally. You put this together yourself?ā
āMostly,ā he tells you. āHowdy provided the food, and Barnaby helped carry the logs. I came up with the idea, though. I wanted to see what youād look like surrounded by all this green.ā
You donāt have the words. Donāt know what you could say, when he has clearly put so much thought into this. Youāre reminded of what Julie had said to you earlier, little tidbits of information she learned from the flowers. That Wally likes you, and he likes physical affection from you. That he is trying to learn so much about relationships for you. It makes your chest ache with fondness, and the only thing youāre able to do is turn to him and pull him into a tight hug.
His reaction speed is still slow no matter how many hugs you give him. When you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him close, he goes limp against you for half a second. But then his arms sneak up, and wrap tight around your waist. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and stands there with you, still as the dirt beneath the soles of your shoes. His hands smooth along the curve of your shoulders, and then the small of your back, and you shudder against him before pulling away.
āThis is very sweet, Wally,ā you say. āThank you for planning this for me.ā
āNo need to thank me,ā he says, the soft yellow of his cheeks turning just the slightest bit pink. āCome on, letās sit. You should eat, and I want to draw you.ā
You take a seat on one of the stools, and Wally sits on the other. He carefully unpacks the food for you, and urges you to dig in. Between your chat with Julie and getting ready for the date, youād forgotten to eat all day. Youāre all too happy to eat the fruits and bowls of snacks in front of you. Wally watches you with a big smile, eyes catching light from the sun. He pulls out his sketchbook and a brand new red crayon, and begins sketching you.
This certainly isnāt the first time heās drawn you, but itās the first time you feel so aware of it. You try to focus on your food, but you can feel the way his eyes follow every single minute movement that you make. Your belly is swimming with nerves by the time heās finished, and you know that you must be blushing because your face feels incredibly warm.
āAh, sorry it took so long,ā he says, holding the drawing close to his chest. āI wanted to get your features just right. Your lips are awfully hard to draw.ā
You set down the bowl of fruit youāve been eating, and quirk an inquisitive brow at him. āMy lips?ā
He nods. āTheyāre just soā¦soft looking. Delicate, like flower petals, almost. Hard to get just right.ā
Something about the thought of him studying your lips with unperturbed concentration makes your heart race.
āCan I see?ā You ask, nodding towards his sketchbook.
āNot yet,ā he smiles at you. āI want to take it home and paint it first. But,ā he stands from his place at the log table, and holds a hand out to you. āDo you want to look at the clouds with me?ā
This has been one of Wallyās favorite things, recently. Heās learned that, by cloud gazing, heās able to truly let his imagination run wild as he looks up at the sky. You often partake with him, but half the time youāre not even looking at the clouds, too focused on him. He is charming enough as it is, but when he gets that little spark of inspiration in his eyes, you canāt take your gaze off of him. You take his hand and let him lead you away from the table, right beneath a tall, oak tree. There is just enough shade to ensure that the sun doesnāt sting your eyes while still leaving the clouds visible.
You lie on your back, and turn your head to the side to glance at him. He is looking at you, too.
āYou know,ā he begins, āI was nervous to ask you out, today.ā
This surprises you a little. āReally?ā He hadnāt looked nervous, not really, but perhaps he just doesnāt know how to express it.
He nods, and sighs as he turns his gaze towards the sky. āBeing in a relationship is more confusing than I thought it would be. I just want to do right by you.ā
You frown, propping yourself up on one elbow to look down at him. His face is carefully blank, smile gone. Reaching out, you rest your other hand atop his chest.
āWally,ā you flash him a small, sincere smile, ābeing with you is enough. You donāt have to try and be someone youāre not. Andā¦I donāt want this to be confusing for you. It should be easy, happy, and fun.ā
āItās all of those things,ā he assures you, ābut I sometimes have theseā¦feelings that I donāt know what to do with. I try to ask the others for advice, but they mostly just tease me.ā
Your curiosity has peaked, now. āWhat kind of feelings?ā You ask.
He mimics you, propping himself up on an elbow too. Lying like this, his face dangerously close to yours, you have to remind yourself not to get distracted by how pretty he is. You keep your eyes on his as he continues.
āHere,ā he rests a hand on his stomach, āand here,ā he touches his chest. āI feel like Iām overflowing, sometimes. Like, there is something inside of me that really wants out. Iāve been thinking about things that I never thought about before I met you. And before you say anything, itās not because of Julieās romance novels! I mean, yes, Iāve gotten some ideas from them, but I donāt think theyāre fully responsible for the way that I just canāt stop thinking about kissing you.ā
He has always been blunt, but his words give you no time to prepare for the swooping heat that flutters through your belly, and renders your face hot. Your mouth pops open in shock, and you have to close your eyes for a moment to gather your thoughts. He sounds sincere; wouldnāt be talking about this at all if he weren't, and the idea of him lounging around, thinking about what itād be like to kiss you for real is justāitās enough to have your mind going fuzzy.
āYou can,ā you manage to get out, voice slightly raspy. āKiss me, I mean. Anytime you want.ā
āWhat if I want to all the time?ā He glances at you. āWhat if you donāt want to?ā
āI always want to,ā you assure him.
He looks at you for a long moment, the air stretched thin between the two of you. He studies your face, gaze moving from your eyes to your brows to the curve of your lips. His own face is painted neutral, no sign of anything that he's feeling visible to you. You wonder if you'll ever learn to read him.
"You really want to?" He asks, reaching out to cup your cheek with his hand.
You lean into his touch and nod. "Yes. I really want to."
"Okay," he says, and leans forward to kiss you promptly.
Slowly, you drop the elbow that has been keeping you upright. You lie back, and Wally follows fluidly, half overtop of you as he shades you from the sun. His mouth is pressed to yours firmly, entirely still for a couple of seconds, and then he pulls back to blink at you. You see his eyes cloud briefly, like he's turning over the kiss in his mind. He must gather his confidence because he leans down again, his hand sliding into your hair, and kisses you so swift you lose your breath.
You're stunned at first, body locking up. This is it. You've been thinking about this for so long, dreaming about it, and he wants this too. He doesn't feel pressured, or obligated. He is kissing you, and kissing you, and you part your mouth so that the two of you can properly slot together. He is just the tiniest bit tentative, unsure of what to do. His hand is still in your hair and you feel him beginning to pull away, but you don't want him to be nervous about this. Not with you.
You press up into him, kissing him fierce and sharp and hot. His mouth is soft the way it always is, oddly shaped but easy to adjust to. You press your palm against his neck, the curve of his jaw, and use your tongue to gently coax his mouth open. He is so careful to follow your lead; loves learning, and loves it even more with you. You slide your tongue past his lips, curling it against the roof of his mouth. He shudders full-body and wanton against you when his own tongue twines with yours.
You try to focus on the kiss, on making it good for him and meeting him move for move. But he is nearly on top of you, body pressed to yours from shoulder to hip, and the weight of him thereāso presentā has you losing yourself, mind fuzzy and limbs getting heavy and jelly-like. His fingers tighten in your hair and tug so that your head falls back, neck curved. The leverage allows him to kiss you deeper, to swipe his tongue along your bottom lip until your belly swoops hot with want.
You yank yourself away from him with a choked off gasp, cheeks burning up. His own, covered in a soft pink color, must match yours.
He says, voice raspy like his throat has been scraped raw with a fork, "I'm sorry. Was that too much?"
"No," you shake your head quickly. "It was good, justāI needed to breathe."
You don't want to give him the wrong idea; the kiss really was good. Better than any you've ever had, and certainly more involved than anything you've done with him previously. You smile at him, soft and sweet, and kiss the apple of his cheek.
"Thanks," you say. "For this date, and for trusting me enough to want to try new things with me, and justā¦for everything."
"Don't thank me," he tells you. He shimmies down a little, head resting on your stomach. "I just want to spend my days making you happy. If I'm able to do that, thenāwow. Life is good, you know?"
You sweep your fingers through his hair, unfurling it. "I know what you mean."
The two of you lie together for an unfathomable amount of time. You drift off here and there, your hands carding through Wally's hair. You almost feel as if you've stepped into some sort of dream world where the only inhabitants are you and him and the butterflies and birds. He's happy to let you snooze beneath him until the sun begins to go down, and then walks you home, your hand in his.
And when he kisses you goodnight on your front porch, all sweet, sweet confidence and pink cheeks, you can't help but feel pleased as punch.
That night, when you dream, it is of blue jays and paper flowers and the warmest smile you have ever seen.
#wally darling#wally darling x reader#wally darling x y/n#wally darling x you#welcome home#welcome home arg#wh#wally darling fanfic
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Teen fem reader x yandere.
They are both in highschool maybes sheās a year below him or just a little younger anyway- sheās know around school for really just having her shit together. She authentic, sheās smart, she knows what she wants to do with her life, she NEVER fights. Sheās the type of girl to be nice nasty like of someone tries something she throws out some āIāll pray for you,ā or just something classy yk?
So it is a major surprise when she walks into the front office when yan is there being escorted in by a teacher or what not with looks like disheveled hair and when the person in the office questions her she admits she got into a fight. Everyone in the office is surprised because everyone knows sheās a good girl.
Yan canāt even believe it now wait till he finds out the reason we got into our first fight!
We got into a fight because of him actually. We were sitting minding our own business when these bitches started talking about him saying stuff like: āHeās so weird and shy, heās fine as fuck though I would totally smash.ā āI would let him fuck my throat is he werenāt such a loser.ā
We hear that shit and trying to be as kind and put together as we can say: āDonāt talk about him like that.ā They got offended and next thing we know we won a fight and are in the office with him.
note; this bad boy grew a whole ass storyline as i was writing it damn
Unlike a certain someone, she was better at hiding her feelings. However, when she heard her classmates speaking like that about him she couldn't help herself. When she was younger her dad got her to take up martial arts for a short while so she knew where to hit. It was easy really, to just hurt someone like that.
The assistant to the principal barely had their hand hovering over her back as she made her way into the office. The instant shocked looks she got wasn't something she really expected to happen but it is what it is.
"If you could just wait here for a moment miss, I'm sure this will all be figured out soon." The assistant said as they motioned her over to a chair, right next to him. He had been looking at her the whole time she was being escorted in, his eyes never leaving her figure. He seemed to be shocked, not even the thin line of blood dripping from his hairline seemed to interest him more than she did.
She sat down next to him, her legs crossed over each other as she fought the want to look at him. He had moved here not too long ago, an ex-private school kid. Rumours had already spread about him and from what she had seen him do they seemed to be true. He had been placed at this school because he was a delinquent that didn't fit the private scene. He beat up other kids and disrespected property.
He was the exact opposite of herself and yet that's what drew her to him. She was a fierce believer in opposites attract. Or maybe she just wanted a reason behind her casual infatuation. Being the best and the brightest got boring sometimes so maybe he was the perfect distraction?
It wasn't even as if her classmates were spewing lies about him either. He was rather cute, hot even. She wouldn't mind kissing him, or lying with him or maybe even letting her choke on his dick. It's just that she would prefer that only she be allowed the privilege.
No one seemed to understand him like she did.
"Why are you here?" Her head turned as he spoke up, his voice harsh and gruff. She blinked at him, behind his cold exterior she could see that small glint in his eye. That glint told her he was just as interested in her as she was in him. It was no secret that he was interested in her, rumours had spread about that as well.
That he would pummel anyone who talked down about her, using their blood as a reminder that she was untouchable even more than she already was. Sometimes she even thought the teachers encouraged it, so long as he wasn't breaking school property he could tail her as much as he liked. Act like her secret protector...
"There was just a little misunderstanding." She mumbled, he had been close to her many times before but she rarely had the chance to get close to him without him moving away from her, as if he was scared to even be seen next to her. She found it stupid... and selfish.
"Bullshit!" He yelled, his hand slamming down on the chair arm. The receptionist at the front desk flinched a little, keeping his head down.
"Who." Was all he said as he looked at her, his eyes ablaze. The intensity drifting off of him was stifling, overwhelming almost. She felt a small shiver run down her back.
"Just some girls, I dealt with it." She hummed nonchalantly as she shrugged her shoulder, ignoring the receptionist who looked like he was watching his own private teen drama.
He went to stand up only to be grabbed by her. He seemed to look down at his wrist in alarm, his cheeks lightly blushing before he managed to remain calm.
"I said I dealt with it, can't you be near me for a few moments?" She looked at him, her eyes shimmering in false tears. He seemed to sputter something before he sat back down, his eyes refusing to meet with hers.
"Why don't you want to be near me?" She hummed as she looked at him, her fingers still wrapped around his wrist. His skin was heating up like a furnace. He got like this from one little touch?
"I.... can't control myself." He mumbled as he looked down at his shoes, unwanting to show her his expression. She tutted as she let her eyes close.
"Then don't." That was all she said.
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Was wondering how Josuke's near-50 days of Stand Fever would be altered to fit the Beaststars AU; gonna be hard having him at a hospital since he'll have to shift at least once. (And that's assuming he's not in beastform 24/7 out of illness-induced stress.) And another thing: (and I totally stole this idea from Wolf Children) would human medicine have an adverse effect on someone who's occasionally a peacat?
w e l l
(I'll be honest I haven't thought too hard about this so all of this is going to be stuff I thought of right now this second)
Josuke would've been sick from roughly November 28th to January 16th, and between that stretch of time there was one full moon, being on December 22nd (since January's full moon wouldn't have been until the 21st)
of course, there is also what you mentioned about how Josuke might be stuck shifting back and forth with somewhat regularity because of the stress and main, and he might even be stuck in his beast form permanently throughout the illness
as such........ Tomoko kinda can't bring him to a hospital
or at least....... not a human one, anyways
now, this is COMPLETELY off the walls of an idea but also at the same time I've done crazier with shakier connection so like....... *makes the teen who saved Josuke a veterinary student*
I KNOW IT'S A STRETCH BUT LISTEN JOSUKE'S NOT GOTTEN A WHOLE LOT OF ATTENTION IN THIS AU SO MIGHT AS WELL
now, Tomoko is desperate. Her son is sick and can't switch back. She can't take him to a human hospital because he's not one right now, so her best (and only) bet is taking him to a veterinary clinic and praying they keep it secret
and the one who treats him is a young college student. There was a huge blizzard so he was the only one in the small, two person clinic at the time, because who in their right mind would be out right now but the owner didn't technically want to close up like this. Maybe he's an intern, maybe he's just gotten the job, but bottom line he's young and inexperienced and wasn't at ALL prepared for a woman to run inside with a bundle of blankets making sounds he can't believe he's hearing
he's never seen or even heard of anything like this. This small creature the size of a house cat that has both fur and feathers and is the brightest green and blue he's ever seen, that has the plumage of a peacock but the paws of a feline
the best word he can think to describe it is griffin, but even still it's not quite right. This animal isn't half something half other thing, it's one solid, beautiful, dying creature
but much to his dismay, there's....... not a lot he can do. He can't find the cause or diagnose the issues, hell he can't even prescribe her many medicines on account of not knowing enough about Josuke's biology. But he does what he can to keep his fever down and keep Josuke hidden
and it's thanks to his efforts Josuke lasts long enough for his fever to break
(and maybe there were some nights that Tomoko didn't notice, where fur and feathers gave way to flesh and hair in short bursts. Maybe the young man heard the faintest calls that sounded a bit too much like "mom" and "help" to be written off as coincidence.
he didn't say anything of course. But maybe some nights, when Tomoko was passed out in a chair, that this young man would comfort Josuke and through the haze of his fever make out a pompadour)
#beaststars#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#diamond is unbreakable#jjba part 4#jjba josuke#josuke higashikata#jjba tomoko#tomoko higashikata#sb answers#continui
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in a heartbeat (ao3) - plinth_of_life
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let's just be (ao3) - quesalpha (ummonique)
Summary: teenage Dan and Phil always joke about getting married
Limerence (ao3) - cherryheartz
Summary: Dan Howell likes Phil Lester's raven colored hair and ice blue eyes. But so does someone elseā¦
Sea of Love (ao3) - troyiesivanie
Summary: Dan and Phil grew up together in Australia and took frequent late night outings, now that Dan has his licence a trip to the beach ends in a way they never could have imagined.
The Boy With The Animal Facts (ao3) - tol_but_smol
Summary: High School AU where Dan has a major crush on Phil, the boy in his art class that is super sweet and gives him daily animal facts
The Fault in Our Education System (ao3) - ticklishpickle
Summary: In which Dan pines over the two things he canāt have; contentment with his grades and Phil Lester, before he realises they might not be as unattainable as they seem.
Or
Something you need to read if you can't stop defining yourself by grades (like me).
Unexpected Moments (ao3) - PhancyPhandom
Summary: A self indulgent Teenage AU oneshot for my first fic posted here!
Dan meets Phil at a house party, and while he usually doesn't look for anything more than a quick hookup, Phil might be making him feel things he hasn't felt, ever.
What Is Love? (ao3) - thescienceofphan
Summary: Dan is paired up with the new student, Phil Lester, and is assigned to write a thousand word essay on the topic āWhat is love?ā within a week. As they venture deeper into the topic, they slowly found themselves questioning each other the same thing: āHow would you know if you love someone? How do you fall in love? How would you know if you have fallen in love?ā
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5. bridges & bonfires
summary: you attend the back-to-school bonfire with your friends and wonder if there's more to stefan than meets the eye.
pairings: stefan salvatore x reader
warnings: alcohol, matt being a simp (terrifying)
word count: 2.5k
EVERY YEAR, the back-to-school bonfire took place in the woods, only about half a mile from the waterfalls. And every year, something bad happened. Last year, Theadora Blake was caught cheating on her boyfriend of three years, Christian Suzel. Enraged, Christian picked a fight with the homewrecker, and both boys ended up getting checked into the hospital that night. It turned out fighting and drinking near a fire wasn't the brightest idea.
But new year, new drama.
"Just admit it, Y/N," Bonnie was saying as they stood in the center of the party, each holding a plastic red cup of fruit punch that tasted suspiciously strong. "You think he's drop-dead gorgeous."
You shook your head. "No, it's just that because of you, the title Sexy Back Guy is burned into my brain, and that's all I can think of when I see him."
"So you think he's sexy?"
"What?"
"I never said sexy, I said hot."
"Fine, you got me!" You exclaimed defeatedly,
"Knew it," Bonnie said in a sing-song voice.
You playfully rolled your eyes. "But it's not like I'm professing my love or anything, I just think he's cute. And he has this...romance novel stare."
"Stefan looked deep into her eyes, piercing her very soul," Bonnie said mockingly, and the two of you burst into laughter. "So where is he?"
You shrugged. "You're the psychic oneāyou tell me."
"Right, okay," Bonne said, playing along. "Give me a sec. Grams says I have to concentrate."
"Wait! You need a crystal ball. Uh..." Your eyes darted around the forest and lit up when you noticed a beer bottle on a nearby table. Smiling, you put down your cup and picked it up, showcasing it to your friend. "Ta da!"
Bonnie grinned, shaking her head with mild disbelief as she reached out to grab it, shutting her eyes. You watched her with a teasing smile, but it quickly vanished when Bonnie's eyes suddenly snapped open and she spaced out, terror-stricken as she snatched her hand away.
"What happened?"
"That was weird," Bonnie said. Frowning, she met your concerned gaze. "When I touched you, I saw a crow."
Oh no.
Your heart skipped a beat. "What did you just say?"
"A crow," She repeated, the deep frown still etched on her face. "There was fog, a man...I'm drunk. It's the drinking, there's nothing psychic about it."
"No, I-I actually think you might be onto something," You said, shaking your head. "Yesterday I was at the cemetery and there was this crowāI think it was the same one that crashed into your car yesterday morningāand it wouldn't go away. Then all this fog started coming so I ran, but when I turned I could've sworn there was a man standing there and..."
Bonnie blinked, not believing her ears. "You're messing with me," She reasoned.
"I'm not," You replied and held out your pinky. "Promise."
Bonnie looked down at your finger and back into your eyes. Your serious eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment, shaking her head out of denial. When she opened them again, she could see you still watching her, your lips stretched into a thin line and an intense crease in your forehead.
"Right," Bonnie breathed out, wide-eyed and appearing to be in a slightly traumatic daze. "Okay, well this is getting weird, I'm gonna go get a refill. Be right back."
"Wait- Bonnie!" You called out to your friend who was already walking away. "Are you-"
"I'm fine!" She called out, not turning around. Soon, she disappeared in the scrummage of intoxicated teens, and you sighed.
Now there you were standing alone at a party. No Bonnie. No Caroline. No Stefan. No one. It felt too painfully similar to where you were just a few months ago, but you hadn't had the luxury to drown in alcohol and pretend your pain didn't exist. Now you did.
So as you gulped your spiked punch carelessly, you turned around to find yourself face to face with Stefan, who casually muttered "Hi." You nearly splurt your drink. You quickly swallowed it before it spilled out of your mouth, but the coughing fit had begun.
Stefan pat you on the back. When you finally recovered, you looked up to see him resisting his laughter, differing from his previously concerned reaction.
"Hi," You said blandly, trying to sound upset, but couldn't quite fight the smile growing on your face.
"I did it again, didn't I?"
"If by it you mean standing there like a stalker and totally scaring the shit out of me, then yes."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," You said dismissively with a soft chuckle.
He nodded, but his grin was quickly replaced with a frown as he surveyed your face. "You're upset about something," He observed.
"What are you, an FBI profiler?"
"Only when I have to be."
You snickered, shaking your head. "I'm glad you could make it."
"Me too," He said, showing off his lustrous eyes to match his smile. They stood there for a brief moment in a comfortable silence that was disrupted by a peer bumping into you. The drink spilled out of your cup. You jumped back before the punch hit you and glared at the boy who collided with you, but he was too occupied with his disastrous dance moves to care, likely not even hearing the swear you shouted at him.
"Do you wanna maybe go somewhere private?" Stefan asked.
"That depends. Are you going to murder me with an axe and then dump my body in the woods?"
Stefan cocked his head to the side, pretending to ponder on the subject. "Well I wouldn't use an axe."
"Alright but just so you know, I have pepper spray on me." Which wasn't a lie. He laughed and nodded.
The further you and Stefan moved from the party, the more peaceful it became. But when they reached the bridge, your breath hitched in your throat. Your mouth dried like sandpaper. Stefan quickly realized the tension in your body and reluctance to pass. He carefully grabbed your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
You looked at him and smiled gratefully before taking a deep breath and starting to cross. With each step, you got the terrifying feeling that the ground beneath your feet would crumble and you'd plummet into the icy lake. So to get your mind off of the overwhelming fear, you did what you did bestāyou talked.
"You know you're the talk of the town?"
"I am?" Stefan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," You continued. "I mean believe it or not, mysterious, brooding bad boys in leather moving to a small town like thisāpresumably to get a fresh start from his bad past that he never speaks aboutātends to capture a lot of people's attention."
"Well I can't be the only one."
"What do you mean?"
"Well you're mysterious, brooding, you look like you also have a bad past and you tend to wear a lot of leather," He explained. You looked down at your leather jacket. "You're also, um...twinged in sadness."
"Okay first of all that's different because while my past is dark, it's no secret," You pointed out. At least some of it is no secret. "Second, how am I twinged in sadness? I'm a happy person! Do you know how many times I smiled today?"
"Yeah but how many of those smiles were real?"
Your smile faded. Had you really been that easy to see through? "Yeah I guess you're right. But after your parents dive off a bridge with you in the backseat, recovery isn't exactly easy."
"It never is," Stefan replied. You stopped, facing each other. He placed his beer bottle on the bridge parapet and reached for your hands. "You won't be sad forever, Y/N."
You glanced at his hands intertwined with yours. Stefan was...sweet. Aside from Matt, you'd never met a boy as sweet as him. His mere presence was so soothing. You cleared your throat. "You know, I believe in balance."
"Really?
"Mhm. For every loss, there's a gain. Things can't always be just good but they can't all be bad either. It's just important to recognize that nothing in life, including situations and...feelings, are permanent."
"I like that," He remarked, releasing one of your hands to grab his bottle and raise it." To balance."
"To balance," You repeated energetically, lifting your own cup. You clinked their drinks together and grinned. "Cheers."
As you drank, you stepped off the bridge, your heart rate elevating slightly as you did so. Stefan followed you. He lowered his bottle, and you narrowed your eyes at him, wondering if the lighting was somehow playing tricks on you.
"Are you okay?" You asked, stepping forward to get a better look. Black veins protruded around his eyes. It looked like...well, it looked kind of like Ryder, except more tame. But you couldn't get afraid. Maybe you were overthinking this. It was dark. You weren't seeing things clearly. There wasn't...there couldn't be. Not in Mystic Falls.
"Yeah, why?"
"Uh, maybe I'm a little tired but I swear it looks like your eyes are doing this freaky thing and it.." You shook your head. "I don't know."
"Oh, um..." He looked away, letting go of your hand to rub his eyes. "Yeah, it's nothing. Are you thirsty? I'm gonna go get us more drinks."
Before he even finished talking, he was rushing away. Anxiety practically radiated off of him. He was clearly lying. But you weren't just confused...you were worried.
What if he was sick and needed help? What if he was on some kind of strange drugs that induced darkened eyes and changed blood color? It could be a number of things...you couldn't go immediately to...Ryder's kind.
A few minutes passed and Stefan still hadn't returned. You didn't want to stay in the woods, especially by yourself, so you decided to head back. You walked over the bridge with heedful steps. When you finally crossed, it felt like an hour went by. And for a moment, you worried that Stefan just absentmindedly left you standing alone on a creaky bridge with no intention of coming back, assuming he didn't have anything wrong with him.
What if he really is on drugs? You thought as you joined your peers, searching for Bonnie or Caroline or anyone you knew really. Even running into Jeremy or Tyler Lockwood would give you something to do. You couldn't believe itāall these students in one place, and not a single one you actually knew?
"Looking for someone?" Matt's voice called out to her. Okay...so maybe not anyone you knew. You looked around for a respectful way to escape, but by the time he reached her, there was nothing you could do but sigh. "Hey."
You forced a smile. "Hey."
"Can we talk?"
I don't think that's a good idea. "Um...sure."
"When you broke up with me," He began and you winced. Oh shit, here we go. "You said it was because you needed some time alone. You don't look so alone to me."
You took a deep breath. "Matt...ever since I got back, I've tried reaching out to you, and all you've done is ignore me. But because I'm friends with the new kid, now I'm a priority?"
"Look, Y/N, I'm not here to fight you."
"Then why are you here?"
"I just want you to know that...no matter who comes along, I still believe in us. And I'm not giving up on that."
"What if I am?" You asked. You could see the confusion in his eyes and sighed. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, but you needed to tell him the hard truth, something you'd failed to do before.
"Matt, we're...we're not a good fit," You confessed. "You're a great guy, but...I'm not in love with you. I don't think I ever was, I just...I don't know, you were the only guy to see me. And everyone wanted us to be together and it seemed like the right thing to do.
But when everything happened, you were so loyal, even though I could see my distance was tearing you apart. I realized that I wasn't being fair to you but I was too...I didn't want to admit it. Because you deserve so much better than me, and I knew the moment I accepted that, we were done for good. I'm sorry."
Seeing the light dim in his eyes was brutal. You hated hurting him...he'd always been so kind to you. But he ignored every flaw you had to keep the relationship, and it had been killing you both. You had been too afraid to let him go because you loved him so much. But your love was selfish and destructive. He deserved love that was as generous and peaceful as him. And you deserved to grow and become someone you were proud of. Someone your parents would be proud of. You'd made many mistakes, and you'd hurt nearly every person you were close with, but this was your time to make amends.
Matt smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes. "It's okay. I'm glad we could be honest with each other. I'll, um...see you around."
You watched him go...wanting to reach for his arm and comfort him, but you knew that would do him no good. If you'd been honest before, he wouldn't be in so much pain right now.
To think there were more secrets....but if he knew what you did, he wouldn't even look at her. Maybe you should tell him. But if you told him, he'd tell Bonnie and Caroline. But didn't he deserve to know? Didn't he deserve to know that the girl he was pining over was a monster? Would that help the healing process? To cement in his mind that you weren't worth the trouble or grief?
You turned around to see Stefan approaching you and smiled warmly, but all traces of joy were vanquished as you heard a bottle smash into pieces. Your head whipped in the direction of the noise. Far off, an intoxicated Jeremy staggered into the woods.
"You have got to be kidding me," You muttered, shaking your head and already starting to follow him.
"What is it?"
"My brother is a junkie," You said under your breath. You didn't like the idea of him coming to a high school party and getting drunk or high like you did. This coping mechanism would do more harm than good.
You'd failed to protect him when your parents died. But it was a new year, new you. So you set out to make things right and go after him. If only you knew what was waiting for you in those woods.
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What Keeps Me Going
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, Post-Nogitsune, PTSD, trauma, hurt/comfort, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Isaac/Allison (past)
Teen Wolf Characters: MieczysÅaw 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Noah Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Derek Hale, Cora Hale
@writersmonth Prompts: dark + bakery
Summary: After the Nogitsune, Peter picks up the pieces. He takes care of his lover, until Chris finds something to keep going on. Stiles. Allison died to save Stiles, they saved Stiles. As long as Stiles was alive, was safe, then Allison didn't die for nothing. Peter, who'd been in love with Stiles for a long time now, approves, so they take care of the boy together.
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What Keeps Me Going
Stiles Summer Stories 2024
For the first two weeks after Allison's death, Chris was pretty much catatonic. He was completely checked out, disassociating from anything. He'd lost his sister, his wife, his father and now his daughter ā his entire family had died within the span of just a little over a year. And while he had come to terms with most of those deaths and the fact that the one he'd lost had brought that fate upon themselves, Allison was different. Allison was his daughter. His little girl. Too young to die. Too good to die. She should still be here. How could he keep going without her?
Those first two weeks, Chris had no idea what happened. He'd later learn from Peter that his lover had been taking care of him. Bathing him, feeding him, keeping him hydrated. It made Chris' heart ache that he had caused his lover this much trouble, and that Peter cared enough to go through all of that for him. He'd kissed Peter fiercely for that and it earned him probably the brightest smile he'd ever seen on Peter's face. He wasn't good, far from it, but he was present again.
"Hey, kid," Chris' voice was rough as he walked into the kitchen.
Isaac sat at the table, poking at his cereals like they'd offended him. The kid had been handed around so much in this past year, from his abusive father to Derek, to the McCalls and, apparently, now to Peter and Chris. When Chris first noticed the boy sleeping curled together on Allison's bed, he'd frozen and had just a moment of thinking it was Allison, before recognizing that the shape didn't match. Peter had gently taken him aside and explained. Explained that between Scott and Isaac both not taking it well, things were a little too much for Melissa, explained that Isaac sought Allison's scent, explained that Peter couldn't turn the former Hale Pack beta away. So there was now a broken, hurting blonde werewolf pup living with them.
"Morning," Isaac looked up at him tentatively.
There was a sense of solace between the two of them though. Like Chris, Isaac had lost everyone. His brother, his mother, his father, now his lover. But Isaac was so young. Chris was already breaking and he had years of life experience, but Isaac? He was just a kid. A kid shouldn't have to go through that. So Chris accepted him, even let him continue staying in Allison's room.
"Anything interesting happening in school today?"
Chris was trying. He was trying really hard. Trying to keep going even though he'd lost so much. So far, he was mostly forcing it for Peter's sake. He'd troubled his lover so much, he couldn't keep letting Peter feel the brunt force of it and take care of him. So Chris went through the motions of sleeping, eating, showering, shaving. Forcing it. Isaac was a good kid, Chris thought he deserved better than a man going through the motions, going through the routine of parenting. Chris wished he could be a parent, but being a parent had been taken away from him when Allison had been taken away from him, so how could he possibly ever get back to it properly?
"No," Isaac got a far off look on his face, troubled. "I just hopeā¦ Never mind."
"What is it?" Chris frowned at the kid.
He got himself a coffee and sat down opposite Isaac. Moments later and Peter joined them, finished with his shower. The wolf went to get breakfast started in what was a heartachingly domestic routine. Chris couldn't tell if that helped or made things worse.
"I hope Stiles shows up today," Isaac whispered, averting his gaze.
"Whatā¦ do you mean?" Chris' frown deepened and he felt himself tense.
He also felt Peter's eyes on himself. Careful. Isaac ducked his head a little.
"He hasn't been to school sinceā¦" Isaac trailed off, unable to say her name.
But that had been five weeks ago. For the past three weeks, Chris had slowly, gradually come to himself again, had been working on mimicking a semblance of normalcy. His head snapped over to Peter, near instinctively. Because his mate usually held the answers ā information was power and Peter loved only few things more than power; coincidentally, Stiles was one of those few things he loved more than power, which meant there was no way Peter didn't have the answer.
"You'll have to use your words, Christopher," Peter said nonchalantly.
But Chris could see the tense line of his shoulders. Peter was fiercely protective of the boy and right now, he couldn't tell what Chris was feeling or thinking. Hell, Chris couldn't tell what he was feeling or thinking. If he was being honest, he hadn't even thought about Stiles in these past three weeks. He hadn't thought about anyone outside this apartment in these weeks. He couldn't. For the first week, the only person he thought of was Allison, then, slowly, Peter and Isaac joined.
"Is heā¦" Chris swallowed hard, swallowed the word 'alright'. "Jesus, just tell me, Peter."
With a sigh did Peter put the spatula down and turn around to face both Chris and Isaac, who now perked up with wide eyes and stared at Peter too. "He hasn't left his bedroom sinceā¦ since we got him back. The dear sheriff is trying his best, but Stiles has been pretty much non-responsive and non-verbal since. Quite frankly, if Eichen House hadn't been its own whole trauma for Stiles, the sheriff would probably consider checking Stiles into a mental facility at this point."
It hit Chris like lightning, all of a sudden. Stiles needed to be alright. Chris nearly got whiplash from the intensity of that thought and he didn't know what to do with it. So he simply grunted and returned his attention to his coffee. He was well-aware of Peter's obsession with Stiles, Peter had never made a secret of it, had point-blank told Chris that he was also in love with Stiles and that he planned on courting the boy once he turned seventeen ā and then the possession had happened. Chris had never minded it, he appreciated the honesty, and if he was being honest, he'd never quite seen Peter stand too much of a chance with Stiles. Not that he ever told Peter that. But sure, in the unlikely event that Stiles returned Peter's feelings, Chris would be willing to share his wolf, because Peter's happiness was all that mattered and if having both Chris and Stiles made him happy, so be it. Still, Chris had never looked at Stiles as more than Peter's infatuation and Allison's friend.
/break\
They were cleaning up the plates from dinner ā Chris had eaten half a plate, which was an improvement and his wolf had preened at him proudly ā when Chris realized what had bothered him that morning. The realization came as sudden as that feeling had this morning. He'd been halfway to the sink with Isaac's plate in hand when his eyes landed on one of the many pictures on the fridge. It was from their earliest days in Beacon Hills. Stiles, Scott and Allison, all squished together and smiling at the camera. Allison was in the middle, Scott half kissing her cheek while smiling, Stiles' arm around her neck, with that lopsided, impish grin of his. Chris was so startled by the realization, he dropped the plate, letting it shatter on the floor.
"Chris?" Peter sounded alarmed, coming to stand in front of him and gently cupping his face. "Darling? What's wrong? Are you alright?"
"I need to see Stiles," Chris whispered in a raspy voice.
Peter froze, his eyes more guarded now. "...Why?"
"She died to protect him," Chris' voice cracked a little and he could see Peter tense further. "She died when we were all trying to save him. And we did. We saved him. Sheā¦ She didn't just die. She wasn't just attacked by something, or fell in a fight. She died to protect someone she loved. And she succeeded, Peter. We succeeded. I need to see Stiles, I need to see that he's still alive and that she didn't die for nothing. That we did whatā¦ what she died for."
Tension seeped out of Peter and the wolf took a shaky breath. "Okay. We can do that, darling."
For a moment, Chris wondered what had made Peter tense so much to begin with, but his thoughts and feelings were far too mangled for him to concentrate on it. All he could think about was the startling realization that Allison hadn't just fallen in a fight, he had died for someone and that someone was still alive and Chris needed toā¦ needed to see so for himself.
"Come," Peter spoke gently as he picked up his car keys. "Isaac! We'll be out for a bit!"
Chris paused for only a moment as he stood in the doorway, realizing that for the past three weeks, he hadn't left the apartment once. Peter did all the grocery shopping, brought Isaac to school and picked him up again. Swallowing hard, Chris took another step, crossing the threshold. Once again, he was rewarded for the smallest progress with a blinding smile. Peter slipped his hand into Chris' and pulled him along toward their parking garage. They drove in silence, Chris' mind distracted.
He only focused again when they pulled up in front of the Stilinski home. Taking a deep breath, Chris raised his hand to knock on the door, Peter next to him, holding his hand once again. When the sheriff opened the door, Chris recognized himself in the man. The tiredness, the lines on his face, the disheveled state. He looked a lot like Chris had during his first week of awareness.
"Hale," Noah's voice was flat. "Didn't know you knew how to use a door."
Chris frowned, observing how Peter first tensed and then smiled. "Ah. Youā¦ noticed."
Noah snorted, crossed his arms and blocked the doorway, not letting them in. "I'd be a lousy sheriff if I didn't notice the grown man breaking into my underage son's bedroom every night, for weeks."
The frown on Chris' face deepened. He'd sometimes noticed Peter not being there when he woke up at night, but he had attributed it to Peter needing some time to himself too. He used to go on morning runs, when Chris had still been able to be an actual damn help in the house. So Chris had assumed Peter had moved his morning runs to the night. It hadn't crossed his mind that Peter might spend his nights in Stiles' bedroom and Chris didn't know what to make of it.
"If you knewā¦ why did you let me?" Peter's voice was curious, but his eyes were guarded.
A deep, tired sigh escaped the sheriff and in that moment, he seemed to age another decade. "Because he's been having less nightmares when you're over. I tried. I tried my damn hardest to comfort him and to make him feel safe but he doesn't. The first night you sneaked into his room was the first night he actually slept through. I'm notā¦"
Noah swallowed, looking down at the ground. "I don't get why you do it, or why you make him feel a semblance of safety, butā¦ I'm at my wit's end, Hale. I just want my boy to get better. I'm not going to take something that helps away from him, even if I don't understand it."
Peter nodded, stiffly, but Chris could see the way his chest swelled with pride at being able to provide his chosen mate with comfort. Chris gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
"My question is what brings you to my door, though," Noah raised an eyebrow, and then turned to look at Chris. "And what brings you here, Argent."
"Iā¦" Chris swallowed hard. "I think I need to see him."
The sheriff just raised his eyebrows, silently urging him on to give more information. And Chris supposed that was fair. The two didn't know each other and Chris was the partner of the man who had, apparently, been breaking into his son's bedroom for weeks.
"She died to save him and I need to see for myself that we did save him. That sheā¦ That she didn't die for nothing," Chris forced himself to continue. "I need to see that he'sā¦ safe."
The sheriff's face twisted into understanding, grief and pain. With a short nod did he step aside and allow both Peter and Chris into the house. Chris followed Peter inside.
"I trust you know where his room is, Hale."
Peter gave a nod and led the way upstairs, Chris clinging tightly onto his hand. Without knocking, Peter opened a door and led them into what was so clearly a teenage boy's bedroom, it made Chris huff just a little. Until his eyes landed on the bed. Stiles lookedā¦ small. Curled together in the middle of his bed, facing the center of the room. Tense, not relaxed in sleep. He had dark bags beneath his eyes, his skin much paler than Chris remembered, hair messy and greasy, face much thinner than it used to be too. It made Chris' heart ache to realize something horrific.
They hadn't saved Stiles. They'd exorcised the Nogitsune, but they clearly hadn't saved Stiles.
Without thinking on it, Chris walked over to the bed and sat down next to the boy. Resting a tentative, shaky hand on Stiles' cheek, then running it through his hair. He'd been so wrapped up in his own grief, he hadn't spared a thought to anybody else and how they were dealing with things. Because, selfishly, Chris didn't care. That was their grief, theirs to deal with, he had enough to deal with himself. He still didn't care. Not about others. About Isaac, yes, because somehow, Isaac had become a part of his life and though Chris was still struggling with Isaac's place in it, he undoubtedly had a place. But nobody outside of their apartment had mattered, until now.
"You've been coming here? Every night?"
"No," Peter sighed, though he looked tense. "I only started coming by after youā¦ came back to me. I couldn't leave my mate unprotected and vulnerable."
Chris swallowed hard, swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue. But you consider him your mate too. It didn't need to be said. He could see the pain on Peter's face, could see that this had not been a choice made lightly, but that he had trusted Stiles to have his father, while Chris had no one.
"What do you do?" Chris asked softly, still caressing Stiles' hair. "When you're here?"
"Usually, I read a book," Peter offered, pointing at Stiles' book-shelf. "Or I continue his work. Our work. We hadā¦ before the possessionā¦ we'd started working on a unified bestiary."
This time, he motioned at Stiles' laptop on the desk. Chris grunted, frowning a little. Peter shrugged, understanding the unasked question even so.
"I just sit here and watch over him," Peter confirmed. "Nothing more. He doesn'tā¦ take too kindly to touch, when he's aware."
Chris realized that Peter was sharply watching the way Chris was running his fingers through Stiles' hair. After a moment, Chris pulled his hand back. A small whine escaped the sleeping boy, startling them both. They paused, looking at him, watching. But Stiles didn't wake, he simply curled together even tighter. It made Chris' heart clench.
"Okay," Chris nodded, determination filling him in a way he hadn't felt in too long.
Peter raised one curious eyebrow, but when Chris left the room, he followed. Noah was standing at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed. Waiting for them. The man looked so tired. He might not have lost his child the same way Chris had, but if Stiles truly hadn't talked or left his room in weeks? He had lost his son in a way too.
"Hold on," Noah grunted before they could reach the door. "Go to the kitchen and take your damn Tupperware with you, Hale."
Peter actually froze at that, eyes widening in surprise. "So you figured that out too, huh."
"I am starting to feel insulted by what you think of my deductive skills."
"I had hoped you'd think the food was from Melissa," Peter offered a charming smile.
Something twisted on the sheriff's face. "Melissa has both her hands full with Scott. She doesn't have time to take care of me. She shouldn't have to, either."
Chris frowned surprised. So Peter hadn't just been taking care of him, Isaac and Stiles? He'd also been taking care of the sheriff? His eyes were intense as they bore into Peter and were ignored.
Noah sighed, soft and in defeat. "Thank you, Hale. For watching out for him. Andā¦ me. I still don't know why you do it, but I know we wouldn'tā¦ I appreciate it."
There was something calculating in Peter's gaze as he regarded the sheriff. "I love your son."
The other two men in the room froze. Chris hadn't seen that coming, neither had Noah.
"He doesn't know," Peter continued, before he could be interrupted. "It's not like we are having a secret affair. I was planning to tell him and to start courting him after his seventeenth birthday, to work our way up toā¦ moreā¦ by the time he'd turn eighteen. And then theā¦ Nogitsune happened. I love your son, whether he knows it or reciprocates it doesn't matter, I'm going to help him as best as I can. And taking care of you, dear sheriff, is a part of that. If Stiles had actually left his room and seen the state of this place that first week I came over, it would break his heart."
The sheriff actually flinched at that and Chris made a mental note to inquire further, later.
"I love him and I will take care of him, as best as I can, and as much as heā¦ or youā¦ allow."
When it looked like the sheriff wasn't going to reply, Chris and Peter headed toward the door. Just before they could close it behind them though, they heard Noah call out softly one last time.
"I hate spinach," Noah muttered. "But I like your salmon. And use the damn door from now on."
Peter looked utterly pleased with himself as they closed the door behind themselves and headed toward the car. Chris waited until they were buckled in and driving away from the house.
"What state," was all Chris asked.
The pleased look made room for a grim one. "There were empty bottles ofā¦ various alcoholic beverages all over the house, empty take-out containers, leftovers rotting in them. Clearly, the sheriff had been coping with Stiles' state in the only way he could. Drowning himself in alcohol. And I'm aware Stiles does all the cooking in this household, so I suppose I could be glad that the sheriff was eating anything at all. Still, Stiles wouldn't want his father to live from take-out. So I have beenā¦ cooking more, when preparing our meals, and leaving a container in their fridge whenever I came to watch over Stiles."
Chris shook his head, regarding his lover's side-profile. "How. How are you taking care of me, of Isaac, of Stiles and of Sheriff Stilinski. How do youā¦"
"I know grief, Christopher," Peter kept his eyes on the road. "You're my mate. Of course do I take care of you. Stiles isā¦ Of course do I take care of him. And taking care of him means taking care of his father while he can't do it. The pup, I admit, was a surprise. But the first time I found him breaking into our apartment and curling together on Allison's bed, there wasā¦ a stirring."
"I need you to explain what that means."
"He was part of the Hale Pack," Peter whispered. "When there still was a Hale Pack. I felt the stirring of a pack-bond. I've neverā¦ cared for Scott's puppy pack. I still don't. I only stick around for you and Stiles, otherwise I would have followed Derek and Cora to London already. This was the first time I felt a pack-bond since they left."
Chris hummed, regarding his lover. Nobody knew loss better than Peter Hale. The loss of his family had been devastating, but Chris knew that the loss of pack had hit him even harder. A wolf needed pack, otherwise they went insane. The way Peter had gone, after his coma, after his pack had died or abandoned him. Only when he became an Alpha and started forming a pack of his own had he very gradually regained some grasp on his mind, but it didn't come back fully until he came back from the dead to join a proper pack ā Derek, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, Chris knew that Scott and Stiles had been part of the Hale Pack back then too. Pack had helped him recover.
Chris had known he'd kept Peter here, he knew that when Derek and Cora had declared, after Derek had lost his Alpha spark ā lost the Hale Alpha Spark ā that they'd leave Beacon Hills, leave the bad memories behind, Peter wanted to follow his pack, his only living family. But he had stayed. And Chris thought that, maybe, he would have been ready to leave with Peter, together with Allison, but he hadn't wanted to tear her away from the first real friends she'd ever made, from the boys she loved ā she might have been with Isaac and might have loved him, but Chris knew that a part of her had also still loved Scott, had never stopped loving Scott. All of that was something he couldn't take away from his daughter. Now he wished he had. She'd still be alive, she might have resented him for a while but they'd started a new life in London and she would have been fine.
But she wasn't. She was dead. And he needed to live in the now, not in the what-ifs.
"What do you want to do now, darling?" Peter asked softly.
"Help him," Chris frowned. "I don't know how, butā¦ but he needs to live, because she can't."
Peter refrained from commenting and Chris was grateful. He was aware how it sounded, how unfair it was to put this burden on Stiles, but he also couldn't find it in himself to care, right now.
/break\
Over the following three weeks, they started a strange, new routine. They got Noah's number, and his work-schedule. When the sheriff was working, Chris, Peter and Isaac ate at home and the two men only left for the Stilinski house after, leaving Isaac to do his homework and head to bed. Whenever the sheriff was home in the evening though, Chris, Peter and Isaac would eat dinner at the Stilinski house, together with Noah. It was stilted at first, they didn't know each other, they had no connection, this was an unusual situation. That eased, with time.
There was a guest-room at the end of the hall, a dusty place that, according to the sheriff, hadn't been used since his wife passed. Before, her family would regularly visit, especially during her stay in the hospital. Now, it hadn't seen usage in years. Chris and Peter didn't take him up on the offer, the whole point was for them to watch over Stiles, after all. After two weeks though, Isaac took the guest room for the first time. Because they'd talked long, after dinner, and when Chris and Peter headed upstairs to Stiles' room, Isaac had remained at the kitchen table with Noah, doing his homework with the sheriff's help. They'd run so late with it, Noah had insisted the boy stay over too, go to the guest bedroom that had been waiting for usage for two weeks now and sleep there.
At this point, Isaac also stayed the night whenever he was over with them. It seemed to help the kid too. It seemed to help the sheriff too. Chris felt like it was helping all of them, even Peter, because he didn't have to split his time between the two households like he had before, he got to watch over both his mates at the same time. It was good. Strange, but good.
After the first week, Peter bought a sleeping couch for Stiles' room. They rearrange furniture under the near vacant gaze of the boy, putting the couch up right opposite his bed. Chris wasn't a damn wolf, he couldn't spend all sleeping in a seated position, after all. It frightened him that Stiles didn't comment, didn't react. Was that what Peter had dealt with with him, in the beginning?
That day, he kissed Peter, with more fierce passion than he had mustered since Allison's death, trying to convey how sorry he was for what he had put his lover through.
The routine was good. The routine worked. Well. It worked for the sheriff ā Noah, the three men started being on a first-name base after two weeks of their new routine ā and for Chris and Peter and even Isaac. Only Stiles, the whole damn reason they were there, didn't seem affected.
Or so they all thought, until after roughly three weeks had passed. Peter was laying behind Stiles, holding him close. Stiles had had another nightmare that had left him screaming his lungs out. The only thing that calmed him was tight physical contact. Being restrained, essentially. It eased him back to a fitful sleep. Usually, Peter would then simply stay in Stiles' bed. After all, it was the only time someone was allowed to touch the boy. Even when he stared vacantly ahead during the day, if someone touched him, he'd violently flinch away from it.
Chris woke up, that morning, and rolled over to look at Peter and Stiles, just to find Stiles staring straight at him. It startled Chris. He'd always assumed that Stiles remained asleep until after they left, he'd always lay still, breath evenly, eyes closed.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Chris offered gruffly.
And when had he started adapting Peter's damn nickname for the kid. He didn't expect a reply. They kept talking to Stiles, greeting him, wishing him a good night in the evening, whispering reassurances during his nightmares. Isaac would sometimes sit with him during the day and tell him about school, about how the rest of the pack was doing (never about how they were doing in regards of Allison. Never bringing up her death. They didn't want to make him retreat further).
"Morning."
Chris froze at that single word. The voice was rough and cracked, disused for too long, but it was Stiles' voice alright. Behind Stiles, Peter visibly tensed too, clearly also awake. Ice-blue eyes snapped open and stared at Chris in marvelous surprise.
"Do youā¦" Chris swallowed hard, not wanting to say the wrong thing. "Do you want some food?"
Stiles shook his head in a jerky motion. He didn't look away from Chris though.
"Doā¦" Chris didn't want to ask, but he had to. "Do you know how much time has passed?"
Because he remembered coming back to himself, disoriented, feeling like Allison had only just died that day even though it had been two weeks and that realization had been jarring. Something twisted on Stiles' face, something that Chris couldn't identify, and then Stiles looked away.
"Fifty-eight days," Stiles muttered.
Three weeks. And two days. Chris' own face contorted into a pained grimace as he realized that Stiles was acutely aware of the passage of time and had been counting the days since the possession had ended. Fifty-eight days. Chris nodded slowly, taking a breath and smoothing out his face.
"How muchā¦ of what's happened since then, are youā¦ aware of, sweetheart?"
No verbal answer but the look in Stiles' eyes changed. Sharpened. Everything, was the unspoken answer. Chris didn't know what to do with that, either. He looked at Peter for guidance, but his wolf looked as lost as he felt, and too overwhelmed by the fact that Stiles was speaking again.
"Do you want me to get your father?"
A quick jerk of his head. No. Not ready for the emotions and the guilt, Chris guessed.
"That's okay," Chris reassured him. "We're just glad you're back with us."
Stiles' face screwed up again, a look of confusion. "Why?"
Chris huffed out a hollow laugh at that. "Because we were worried about you, kid."
The surprise sharpened. Mh. What had Stiles thought they were doing here, then?
"Stiles," Chris made sure to keep his voice very soft. "Why do you think we're here?"
Silence. The question would require too many words, for now. Chris sighed. They accepted the silence and allowed Stiles to just lay there, staring at Chris with too much intensity. At breakfast, they didn't tell the sheriff about this just yet. No need to get his hopes up if this was just a blip.
/break\
Five days later, Chris got his answer. He hadn't expected it. Him and Peter were curled together on the couch, watching Stiles sleep, or so they thought. It was dark in the room, they couldn't even see their boy, so maybe the darkness helped Stiles find his words.
"To make sure I don't hurt anyone."
The words were whispered and small and they broke Chris' heart. Peter behind him whined. Actually whined. A sound the proud wolf would never willingly make.
"Sweetheart," Peter's voice cracked. "Is that why you let me stay here every night? Becauseā¦ Because you thought I was protecting others from you?"
A stretch of silence and when Chris started to believe they wouldn't get an answer anymore, Stiles spoke again. "Dad's safe when you're here."
"Your father is perfectly safe whether I am here or not-"
"No," the word was sharp, forceful, startling Chris. "What if it comes back. It'd use me to hurt him. He's safe when you're here. You'll stop me."
Peter got off the couch and walked toward the bed, sitting down next to Stiles. Chris followed him, regarding the boy with sad eyes. Thatā¦ Chris hadn't considered this yet. He'd thought it was grief and PTSD, not that Stiles was afraid of the Nogitsune returning, of him being used to hurt others.
"I'm here to protect you, Stiles," Peter spoke forcefully. "And your father. But not from you."
Stiles frowned up at them, confusion clear in his eyes. It should be a victory to see emotions in those big, brown eyes again, but not this. Not like this. Chris sighed and reached out to run a hand through his hair, just to have the boy flinch away. Right.
/break\
The next day, they told the sheriff, and Isaac, about the fact that Stiles talked. Both were overjoyed by the news. They also, very gently, explained to Noah why Stiles was okay with Chris and Peter being in their room. Chris could see the way the man's heart broke and when Noah headed upstairs, Chris couldn't help but follow. Concerned. He didn't want it to escalate.
"Hey, kiddo," Noah's voice cracked. "Chris and Peter told me you're feeling more talkative now, mh? Theyā¦ They also told me thatā¦ that you think they need to protect me from you?"
There was a pause and Chris could only imagine the wrecked look on Noah's face. "Kiddo, you don'tā¦ I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you the way I should have when we lost your mom, I'm sorry you ever started to think that you need to take care of me. I'm your father, I'm supposed to protect you. I'm trying, I promise I'm trying, I promise I'll do better, but please, please don'tā¦ don't retreat again, don't shut me out. I can't lose you too, Mietek."
A small, broken noise came from Stiles at the name and Chris briefly wondered if that was Stiles' actual name, or if it was a private pet-name between father and son. Whatever it was, it must hold significance, because the next moment, there was sobbing. Broken, wrecked sobs from Stiles. Emotions. Letting himself cry, finally, after all these weeks. Chris sagged against the wall in relief.
"It's going to be okay, kiddo," Noah whispered as he finally got to hold his boy close again, for the first time in months. "We're going to get through this, together, okay. We're not alone this time, Stiles. There areā¦ There are people who care about us, who are helping us."
Chris was startled by the warmth he felt in his chest at these words. It started to feel too intrusive to listen in, so he returned back downstairs to the kitchen, where he found Isaac with his head hanging low and a sad smile on his lips. Peter was staring out the window, a far-off look on his face. Right. Werewolf hearing. Approaching his mate, Chris wrapped his arms around Peter's waist and pulled him close against his chest, kissing the back of his neck.
/break\
"Just move in already."
Noah sounded long-suffering as he said these words the next morning at breakfast. It was a Saturday, one of the rare ones where all of them had gotten to sleep in. Isaac stared up from his cereals with a startled expression, eyes flitting between the three adults. Peter stood frozen.
"You lot haven't left my house in over a week," Noah raised his eyebrows. "And even before that, you have come to spend more days here than not, for weeks. It would be significantly easier if you just moved into the house for good. The kid needs a stable home, not a tug 'o war."
He motioned at Isaac at these words, making the blonde blush a little. Chris turned to exchange a startled look with Peter. His wolf was radiating eagerness in a rare manner. Chris was stunned to find his own heart fill with a warm sense of eagerness. The apartment had stopped feeling like home when Allison had died. It had become a shrine. Too many things hadn't been moved since she died ā her toothbrush, her papers on the living room table, all things in her room that Isaac didn't need to disturb to sleep in her bed, even her favorite cup still stood upside down at the sink where she had put it to dry off after rinsing it, the day they'd left, the day she hadā¦
"Where do you suppose we are going to stay?" Chris raised his eyebrows.
Noah shrugged and turned away from them. "I still don't know what to make of whatever kind of relationship the two of you have with my son and if we were inā¦ any kind of normal situationā¦ I would disapprove. But this isn't normal. Nothing about it is. I'm aware you sleep in his bed more often than not at this point, because he lets you touch him. So. Buy a bigger bed."
"Youā¦" Peter trailed off and shut up at the sharp look from Noah.
No need to poke him. They knew Noah allowed them to stay, knew he allowed them to comfort Stiles. But between them sleeping on a couch in Stiles' room and buying a bigger bed so they could sleep in the same bed as him? There was a difference there.
"He's talking again, Peter," Noah's voice cracked. "I thought I'd never hear my boy's voice again. I don't understand this, but it's working for him and I justā¦ need him to get better. But you are paying for the bed, we absolutely do not have the money to spare for that."
"Naturally," Peter said smoothly, perking up even more.
Getting to provide for his chosen mate. Chris snorted softly. He remembered all the ridiculous gifts his wolf had left him during their courting phase. A soft smile spread over Chris' lips at that. At Peter being allowed this. And he realized, the smile was not just for Peter's sake.
"What do you say, kid?" Chris asked, turning to Isaac. "You've been moved around with little say for a while now. If you don't want toā¦"
"I like it here," Isaac blurted out, eyes wide and hopeful as he stared at the sheriff. "I like being here. And I thinkā¦ I think what I was doing wasn'tā¦ wasn't healthy. Living in her room. I was clinging ontoā¦ I need toā¦ It's time to move on. I think. Notā¦ Not forget, butā¦"
"Move on," Noah repeated kindly. "I know what you mean, kid. Feel free to make the guest-room yours, mh? If you want anything moved out of it, just say so."
Isaac perked up at those words and nodded enthusiastically. Well, now they at least knew what they were going to do with their weekend. Chris took a sip from his coffee, feeling oddly okay. Like he was going to be okay. For the first time since her death, Chris had the feeling that things could be okay again. He blinked, startled by that realization, unsure how to feel about it.
/break\
They started out with buying a bed large enough for three. Ridiculously expensive, in Chris' opinion, but nothing was good enough for Peter Hale, at least not when he bought it for his mates. This was the first thing he got to buy for both his mates, so Chris indulged him. Besides, it was a damn comfortable bed. They managed to coax Stiles onto the couch while dismantling his old bed and putting up the new one. While Peter and Chris did that, Isaac sat with Stiles and talked to him.
The rest of the day, and all of Sunday, were spent packing up the Argent apartment. Noah came along to help them too. This was the hard part. The hardest was Allison's room. Chris stared down at the boxes with her name on them, with her things in them, and he didn't know what to do.
"We can put them in the basement," Noah suggested gently. "With Claudia's things."
The reminder of the sheriff's loss made Chris nod jerkily. The basement sounded good. With the very last of the boxes in their hands did they leave the apartment for the last time, heading to the Stilinski house. Heading home. The thought filled Chris' chest with warmth.
Because it was the truth. He had come to think of the Stilinski household as home a while ago. It was warm, it was filled with the people he cared about. He saw Isaac and Noah doing homework at the dining table, Peter and Noah watching some crime show and bickering about who the culprit was, himself and Noah in the man's office, bending over whatever current case Noah was working on, himself and Peter curled together on the couch after a long day. This was home.
The couch went out again, so they had room for another closet, for Chris and Peter's clothes. Stiles just laid on their new bed, watching the two men put away their clothes like they owned the place.
"Why," Stiles asked softly, halfway though.
"Because we care about you, doll," Chris offered after a moment.
And when had he found his own pet-name for Stiles? The boy curled tighter together but didn't comment otherwise. Yet both Peter and Chris were acutely aware of his thoughts. They shared a look and a sigh. It would take some longer to convince Stiles that he was worth being cared for.
/break\
When Peter and Chris woke up in their new bed for the first time, they woke up alone. A cold fear gripped Chris and he stared around wide-eyed. Peter's eyes flashed blue and he inhaled deeply. He relaxed some, which meant Stiles was still in the house, so Chris also relaxed. The two of them went downstairs together. What they found was a surprise.
Stiles stood in the kitchen, wearing just his boxers and one of Chris' shirts ā he'd gone to bed wearing a Batman graphic tee, which meant he'd gotten changed on his own ā and he was holding a cup in his hand. When Chris entered the kitchen, Stiles thrust it out at him. Coffee.
"Didā¦ Did you make coffee, doll?" Chris asked, looking from the coffee to Stiles.
Stiles nodded sharply and returned to the coffee maker to pour another cup, handing this one to Peter, who smiled delighted at Stiles and thanked him like he'd just been handed the Hope Diamond. Both men sat down at the table together, their eyes not leaving Stiles, even as their hands found each other, linking on top of the kitchen table. Stiles remained by the coffee maker, filling two more cups. He seemed nervous, tense. But he stayed.
"Good morning," Noah yawned and scratched his stomach as he scratched his stomach. "Isaac is still asleep. He claims 'five more minutes' but he did that ten minutes ago alrea-"
He stopped in the middle of the word when his eyes landed on his son. Upright, outside his own bedroom. Holding a coffee cup in his hands and holding it out to his dead with an unreadable expression on his face. It took Noah some moments to process.
"Tā¦ Thank you, kiddo," Noah smiled warmly. "Did you make that?"
Again, Stiles nodded, buzzing with nerves. The smile on Noah's lips widened as he took a sip. After a moment, Peter got up and walked over to start breakfast. Stiles stayed standing in the corner, watching Peter. Like he wanted to help, but couldn't bring himself to interact that much yet.
"It's quite alright, sweetheart," Peter assured him gently, also picking up on it. "I got it covered."
With a nod did Stiles go and sit down with his dad and Chris. When Isaac walked into the kitchen, he paused surprised for only a moment before recovering and thankfully enough acting as normal as possible. Chris smiled proudly at Stiles, earning the faintest flush from the boy.
/break\
Chris was sitting at the desk in their room, at his laptop. Working. He'd started consulting the sheriff's office in a more official capacity, after the first couple cases that Noah had asked him to take a look at. The supernatural was still a danger to this town and the sheriff's station not being in the know had cost many of them their lives already.
While Chris worked, Isaac and Stiles were sitting on the bed together. Isaac was talking about the last date Kira and Malia had gone on and how they accidentally ran into an actual ghoul, which had majorly ruined date-night, of course. And while Stiles still wasn't talkative, he would ask the occasional, short question. Showing interest. Interacting. It filled Chris' heart with pride.
"Soā¦" Isaac trailed off, awkwardly, fidgeting.
Chris raised an eyebrow, watching the boy from the corner of his eyes. Stiles tensed and hummed inquisitively. Both of them waiting for what had Isaac nervous.
"Boyd and Erica asked about you," Isaac was still fidgeting with his phone. "I told them you'reā¦ you're doing better. Not good, but better. And theyā¦ they asked if you would be okay if they came over? They're currently in California and they'd love to swing by, see you."
Now it was Chris' turn to tense. Stiles had only barely started leaving his room last week and he was only talking in short sentences and still avoiding to speak as much as possible. He hadn't seen anyone outside of this household yet, not even Scott, even though the rest of the pack kept asking about him, apparently. Chris could see the way Stiles was holding his breath. Chris could also see Peter just outside, gripping the doorknob hard. Ready to come in and help in case this caused Stiles to have a panic-attack. Even though both Chris and Isaac had gotten pretty good at dealing with those too, Peter's instincts didn't let him leave his mate suffering alone.
"It's okay if you're not ready," Isaac said softly. "I could go and meet them at a diner or something. But I didn't want them to come to Beacon Hills and you not knowing about it, I know you threeā¦"
Had been very close ever since they'd been kidnapped and tortured by Gerard Argent. That part remained unspoken but known by everyone in the room. Chris couldn't help the guilt twisting his cut, his hands shaking slightly. But yes, he'd known from Isaac about the fact that though Boyd and Erica had left Beacon Hills a year ago, before the Alpha Pack had attacked, that the two teens stayed in contact with both Isaac and Stiles, separately.
"They'd like to see you, but they also understand if that's too much for you just yet."
"I want," Stiles' voice broke at how forceful his words were. "I want to see them."
Chris' head snapped over, staring at him in surprise. Isaac beamed at Stiles, nodding.
"Okay, awesome. I'll text them, let them know to come over. They'll be really happy."
Chris couldn't help but smile, pleased. Progress. Their boy was making progress.
/break\
When Boyd and Erica arrived, they first hugged and scent-marked Isaac excessively. Chris hung as far back as he could, still remembering the two teens strung up on electricity in his basement, remembered letting them go and watching them leave town. They looked good. Healthy, happy, grown up. Erica was wearing flannel over a too tight top, leather pants that quite frankly looked uncomfortable, and her hair in shoulder-long curls. Boyd had grown his hair out some though, not overly long but in twists that fell around his chin, a shade of beard on his face.
"I missed you so much," Erica gasped, nipping at Isaac's jaw.
"I see you got more in tune with your wolves since we last met."
Both betas turned to look at Peter at his words, all three of them flashing their eyes. Chris smiled amused. He wondered if Peter felt a bond with them too, the way he had with Isaac. There was a certain tension in the air. He'd ask later. When they were alone.
"Okay," Erica straightened up and took a deep breath. "Where is he? How is he? What do we need to do when we meet him, like, what's a big no-no?"
"He's in the shower right now," Peter replied, noticing that Chris was uncomfortable with this interaction. "He'll be another moment, so why don't you come inside? Something to drink?"
Both teens nodded, though they did look wary. Chris couldn't fault them. They didn't know Peter, they only know of Peter, and there was a damn lot of reputation there. The five of them headed to the kitchen together, Peter getting glasses and sodas out for the teens.
"He doesn't like to be touched," Isaac answered her question after a moment. "He only lets Peter touch him, otherwise, he needs to be to initiate contact. Soā¦ don't just jump him? And don't expect him to talk. At all, or a lot. He still only speaks rarely, so don't take it personal."
Boyd and Erica both nodded and listened attentively. Chris appreciated that. He came to stand next to Peter, taking his mate's hand for reassurance. This was a big step for their boy and they were both nervous about it. Peter gently ran his thumb over the backside of Chris' hand.
"We suggest the living room for this," Peter tagged on after a moment. "I am not comfortable letting you into my den, but the living room should suffice."
Neither of the two reacted to that, which meant Isaac had told them about their current living arrangements. Chris wondered what they thought about it. When they went to head into the living room did both Boyd and Erica pause in front of Chris for a long moment.
"Thank you," Boyd spoke softly. "We neverā¦ got around to saying that, back then, before we left."
Chris' eyes widened in surprise, but he gave a jerky nod. He hadn't known what to expect. Gratitude wasn't it. Even if he had gotten them out of the basement, ultimately it had been his fault that they ended up in there. If he'd been stronger, against his father, ifāPeter squeezed his hand, pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. They headed into the living room together. It didn't take much longer for Stiles to come downstairs. He was wearing one of Isaac's shirts and Peter's sweat-pants. He'd taken to wearing their clothes, all four of their clothes. Covering himself in their scent. The two wolves in the house appreciated it immensely.
"Hey, Batman," Erica offered him the broadest grin.
While Isaac, Peter and Chris had sat down on one of the couches ā there were now two couches, since the sleeping couch from Stiles' room needed a new home ā Erica and Boyd had remained standing. Tense and filled with suspense. They had only been texting and calling with Stiles, ever since they left. Hadn't been able to come back when they all thought Stiles was dying, having been too far away without means of getting back. Stiles' eyes lit up when he looked at them, actually lit up. There were small sparks of emotions at times, but overall, they remained dull.
"Hey, Catwoman," Stiles even mustered a crooked grin. "Hey, big guy."
"Stiles," Boyd smiled at him. "It's good to see you."
For a few moments, the teens just stood there. Until there was a shaking in Stiles' hands. He was pressing his thumbs against the pads of his other fingers, one by one, forcefully, deliberately. Counting his fingers. It was a habit they'd noticed ever since Stiles left his bed. He'd probably been doing it even before, beneath his sheets. Counting his fingers to make sure he was awake, to make sure this was real and not a dream. Still doubting reality. After counting his fingers three times, Stiles took a slow, calming breath and walked over to them with certain steps. And then he threw himself at them, forceful and desperate, clinging onto them both. The betas were startled at first, but quickly wrapped their arms around him too, pulling him closer against them.
"Hey, Batman," Erica's voice was much softer this time. "You're still here."
Stiles laughed, a wet and hiccuping sound. "You're still here."
"I'm sorry, we wanted to be here whenā¦" Boyd wisely trailed off. "But we couldn't."
"No. No, it's okay. It's okay," Stiles' voice dropped. "It's okay. I never expected anyone to drop their lives for me. Iā¦ I know why you left. You shouldn't have to come back for me-"
"We came back because we wanted to see you, and Isaac," Erica interrupted him fiercely. "Besides, we got better, in the past year. Weā¦ Leaving helped. It really did. We needed it. This place doesn'tā¦ scare us the same way it did when we left. We're okay being here."
Stiles nodded and he slowly removed himself from them, shaking. Too much physical contact still overwhelmed him. Honestly, Chris was surprised he'd hugged them to begin with. But then he guessed he wasn't privy to what kind of relationship they had. He hadn't really known Stiles all that much before the possession. Now, he regretted that.
"Tell me," Stiles requested as he sat down. "Everything."
Erica laughed as they sat down. She leaned into Boyd, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Both looking at Stiles before they launched into their tale. True to his request, they did tell him everything, even the parts Chris assumed they'd already told him through texts and phone calls.
Apparently, after leaving Beacon Hills, the teens settled two towns over and got jobs. Erica as a waitress, Boyd helping out at a mechanic who didn't ask questions. They lived in a cheap motel and made money, only staying a few months before continuing, after they could afford a good enough car. Ever since, they'd been on a road trip through the states, essentially. Every town they stayed in for a couple weeks or so, they would first introduce themselves to the local Alpha, ask permission and by staying under their protection, avoided becoming omegas.
Stiles frowned, concerned. "So you still haven't found a permanent pack?"
Erica shrugged, resting her head on Boyd's shoulder. "We're a pack of two. That's all that matters."
"That's not going to last you forever," Peter growled softly, in warning. "Having your mate to anchor you helps, but it only delays the inevitable if you don't find a pack."
"Speaking from experience there," Boyd raised his eyebrows in challenge.
Much to Chris' surprise did Peter not lash out, he rather just huffed out a laugh. "I do have a pack of more than two, but you areā¦ not wrong. There are contingencies for when it becomes pressing."
More than Chris had expected for Peter to reveal. He reached for his mate's hand, giving it a supportive squeeze yet again, his eyes on Peter, soft and concerned. A soft hum from Stiles drew their attention. Big, brown eyes were narrowed, focusing on Peter. It sent a thrill through Chris. That kind of focus, he hadn't seen it on Stiles since the possession, but he remembered it. Remembered the problem solver of the pack zooming in on an issue to solve.
"Tell me," Stiles ordered. "When you do. Tell me."
Peter tilted his head, curious and intrigued. "When it does become pressing?"
"No, when you go and kill an Alpha."
The room froze and tensed, all eyes darting between Peter and Stiles. Isaac made a slightly distressed noise at the prospect of his pack-mate doing something dangerous and potentially deadly. Chris pressed his lips together. He knew of Peter's plan, of course. He didn't know if he approved, but he knew Peter wasn't a part of the McCall Pack and Peter was never going to submit to a foreign Alpha. Killing an Alpha and regaining the status himself was the only thing that Peter would allow to happen. Still, Chris knew he hadn't wanted to tell Stiles, not to worry Stiles. The plan was for Chris and Peter to track down a rogue Alpha, hopefully not too many hours away, go and hunt them down together and then return to Stiles and only tell him once Peter was an Alpha again.
Chris sat tensely, waiting for Peter's reaction, but his wolf simply laughed, loud and genuine.
"I missed that clever mind of yours, sweetheart," Peter's voice was a delighted purr. "Very well. I promise me and Chris will tell you before we leave."
"No," Stiles frowned. "I'm coming."
Again, the people in the room froze. Peter's laughter died and his hand tightened its grip on Chris'.
"Sweetheart, with all due respect, youā¦ haven't left the house in months. You're not going to leave the town, much less to hunt down a feral werewolf," Peter raised an eyebrow.
Stiles narrowed his eyes at Peter. "I killed more feral Alphas than you did."
A strangled laugh escaped Peter at the way Stiles just threw his own murder at Peter. "God, I missed you. But that is still beside the point, sweetheart."
He was challenging Stiles to give him one good reason, a smug smirk on Peter's lips, convinced that he had the upper hand here. And he did. Stiles had barely made it to the living room three days ago for the first time, it had only been his room, the bathroom and the kitchen so far. But he wanted to leave town? To hunt down a feral Alpha? Chris agreed with Peter on that one. Not only was Stiles not ready to do this, Chris and Peter were not going to put him in danger.
"I will not lose you," Stiles' voice was more forceful and certain than they'd all heard it in months. "I can not lose you. If you go and justā¦ never come back, if you die, I'm notā¦ going to come back from that. I will come and I will do everything I can to make sure I don't lose you."
Peter choked and nodded, helpless in the face of Stiles' conviction and the implications here. That his life meant so much to Stiles that Stiles was convinced he wouldn't be able to overcome his death. Stiles took a small breath at the nod, relaxing. He sagged down some, running his hands over his face, suddenly looking extremely exhausted. This was more than he'd ever spoken, it was emotional, and social gatherings in general could be very draining.
"I'm tired," Stiles turned to Boyd and Erica with furrowed brows.
Like he wanted to go to bed, but was afraid they'd be gone if he woke up in the morning. The sheriff, who had gotten home about half an hour earlier and headed to the kitchen to heat up leftover dinner and eat in peace, rounded the corner and entered the room.
"We're gonna stay in a motel downtown," Boyd smiled reassuringly. "We're staying a couple days."
"Like hell you are," Noah frowned at the two. "You kids aren't staying in a motel. The couch you're sitting on is pull-out and apparently comfortable enough, ask Peter and Chris. You're staying."
"We wouldn't want to impose, sir," Boyd was quick to argue.
He also got slapped on the chest by his mate when Erica saw the way Stiles' face lit up at the prospect of them staying here. Boyd ducked his head when he noticed, looking at the sheriff with a short, grateful nod. Noah grunted, pleased with that, and returned to the kitchen.
"Gonna rename this house 'Stilinski's Home For Wayward Wolves and Hunters'," Noah muttered.
Chris huffed out a laugh and shook his head fondly. Stiles got up and waved at everyone goodnight, but before heading upstairs, he walked into the kitchen to join his dad. Silence stretched on. Chris had to strain to hear and he was acutely aware of the wolves listening in too.
"Iā¦ I will," Stiles spoke softly, aware that his dad had heard their conversation. "I will go with them. Please don'tā¦ don't fight me on thisā¦"
"Kiddo, I haven't been able get between whatever this is so far, I'm not going to start now," Noah heaved a tired and exhausted sigh. "I wish I could shield you from any danger, I wish you wouldn't want to go out and hunt down a feral Alpha werewolf, butā¦ but if there is anyone I trust to bring you home to me safely, it's Peter and Chris. And I do understand why you feel like you have to go."
Chris felt warm at that level of trust and he could see the wondrous and proud look on Peter's face.
/break\
That night, when they went to bed, Stiles clung onto Chris' shirt, curled against his chest, while Peter was once again spooning their boy from behind. Sandwiching Stiles in safety. Peter kept staring down at their boy with awe-filled eyes.
"I didn't expect that," Peter whispered once they thought Stiles was asleep. "Heā¦"
"At one point, we will have to talk to him about what this is," Chris replied.
Peter tore his eyes away from Stiles to instead look at Chris, curious. "What is this, then? You've known how I feel about him from the beginning. You were always willing to share me, butā¦ something has changed, hasn't it, Christopher?"
All Chris could do was hum while staring down at Stiles. "I don't know. But I know that I need him. Not the way I thought when this started, when I thought I needed to know he's safe because of Allison, for Allison, because she died to save him. Thisā¦ This is about him. I need him safe because I need him. Iā¦ don't know anything beyond that though."
"That's okay, darling," Peter smiled at him. "That'sā¦ already more than I asked for. And I think it's also more than Stiles would have ever asked for."
Stiles made a small, affirmative noise, drawing their attention down to him. He didn't open his eyes though or react otherwise, so he clearly wasn't ready to be a part of this conversation. He just wanted Chris to know that Peter was right. Following an impulse, Chris pressed a gentle kiss to Stiles' head. The boy tensed for a moment, before relaxing fully.
/break\
Boyd and Erica had been staying with them for four days when Chris walked into their bedroom to find Stiles on his computer, on a zoom call with someone. Chris froze when he recognized the boy.
"Jackson," Chris blinked repeatedly. "Hello."
"Hello, Mister Argent," Jackson greeted, waving. "Stiles mentioned you'reā¦ living with him? Not judging, since I'm living with the Hales."
Chris pursed his lips at that. After Derek and Cora had moved to London, they'd connected with Jackson and the three had been forming pack-bonds with each other. Peter kept Chris updated on the Hales. Chris knew how much Peter craved to be with them too.
"I'm sorry for interrupting," Chris looked down at Stiles. "I'll just get my book."
Chris' eyes lingered on Stiles and Jackson though, wondering. With his book in hand, he returned back downstairs, where Peter was watching TV with Boyd, Erica and Isaac. Erica and Peter were actually gossiping about the reality TV show they were watching. Something they'd been doing since the couple arrived here, watching trash TV in the evening. Erica and Peter matched each other in bitchy commentary to a degree that scared Chris as much as it made him happy. Because Stiles wasn't the only one who only existed in this house. Chris and Peter had reduced their life to this house too, to watching out for Stiles, Isaac and Noah. For their pack.
"I thought you wanted to go upstairs and read there because we were getting on your nerves, darling," Peter raised an eyebrow at him while stealing popcorn from Boyd.
"Stiles isā¦ having a video call with Jackson Whittemore," Chris replied. "I didn't want to intrude."
"Video call?" Isaac perked up and smiled a little. "Progress."
"Progress?" Erica echoed, one eyebrow raised. "Whittemore? Talking to Whittemore is progress?"
Isaac shrugged and returned his attention to the TV. "After Derek got back to London and told Jackson about what had happened, Jackson reached out to Stiles. And when Stilesā¦ you know, started interacting with people again, he checked his messages. The two have beenā¦ trauma-bonding? Over the Nogitsune and the kanima. Killing people because someone else controlled your body. I think this is really helping Stiles, becauseā¦ we, we're trying, butā¦ we won't actually understand what he's been through? And he now has someone to talk to who does get it. But it's only been texts so far, since he hasn't been very verbal. That he's ready to talk to Jackson, and even be seen like that, it'sā¦ it is progress."
Chris sat down next to Isaac and opened his book, while everyone fell quiet. He'd suspected something like this, but he was relieved to hear it. He read for about an hour before Stiles came downstairs to join them, squeezing in between Peter and Erica, much to both their delight. He didn't speak, all talked out after his conversation with Jackson, but he was with them. That mattered.
/break\
Chris smiled amused to himself as he walked downstairs early in the morning about a week later, finding Erica and Boyd still asleep on the couch, curled together in an uncomfortable looking entanglement. Erica was wearing a hoodie she'd stolen from Stiles.
Walking into the kitchen, Chris found Peter making breakfast, and Stiles helping him. He'd been tentative and he only helped, never took over ā even though, according to Noah, cooking used to be his passion, he'd pretty much taken over the household after Claudia died (something Noah was still very ashamed of and feeling guilty about), but cooking was something he had come to love.
"Stop that, you heathen," Stiles glared and smacked Peter on the hand with a spatula.
"I'm the heathen? You're the one who put cinnamon in the pancake batter," Peter hissed.
Chris couldn't help it, he started laughing. It startled them both, causing them to jump and turn around to look at him. The look on Peter's face was filled with so much love and awe and it took Chris a moment to realize why. This wasā¦ the first time he'd laughed, loud and genuine and out of happiness, since Allison had died. He blinked surprised at that realization too.
"What do I have to do to make you laugh like that again, darling?"
Peter walked over to him, wrapping his arms around Chris' neck to pull him into a kiss. Chris grunted, laying his own arms around Peter's waist to pull his wolf closer, smiling at him.
"You two," Chris whispered roughly. "Bickering. It'sā¦ charming."
He turned to look at Stiles. There was an unreadable expression on Stiles' face as he watched them. Guarded. Not giving away what he was thinking or feeling. It started to make Chris feel uneasy to not know where they were standing, but then he couldn't ask Stiles either, since he didn't have an answer yet himself. Mostly because he wasn't ready to face his own feelings yet.
/break\
Boyd, Chris and Noah had outvoted Erica and Peter on the TV for once, because there was a football game on this Saturday and they were not watching that toxic romance competition when there was football. Isaac simply shrugged, not caring either way. It had been close to three weeks now, since Boyd and Erica arrived and they hadn't brought up leaving yet.
When Stiles stalked into the room with purpose and with his laptop under his arm, the game suddenly became less interesting. Stiles came to sit on the living room table, right in front of them all, and opened his laptop to show them. He had maps open, a place two towns over blinking as a marked location. Chris furrowed his brows, looking at the boy expectantly.
"There have been an uptake of 'animal attacks' in Silver Lake," Stiles spoke after a moment. "I've been tracking them. Jackson reached out to Danny for me to make a program that tracks news about weird animal attacks. And yes, I'm sure it's a rogue Alpha and not an omega, because the news articles also warn about people illegally hunting the animals, based on 'red laser dots' spotted in the woods. Which, I am assuming are not precision lasers but rather Alpha eyes."
That were more words in one go than he had said so far and more passion and excitement in his voice than they were used to. Noah frowned deeply and crossed his arms over his chest. The betas exchanged wary looks. Peter was staring at Stiles as though he hung the sun and moon.
"It's a contingency plan. For when something needs to change," Chris argued. "When we can't go on like this anymore. Nothing about Peter's behavior indicates that so far."
Stiles had the audacity to roll his eyes at Chris, which would infuriate him if he wasn't so happy to see a spark of sass return to the teen. "Right, because rogue Alphas just grow on trees and will be readily available when we need to hurry the fuck up, Christopher."
Peter snorted out a delighted laugh at that. Though he too looked reluctant. Peter loved power, he craved being an Alpha ever since he'd lost it. But there were reasons why he hadn't gone on the hunt himself yet. Part of it was the uncertainty of their survival; feral Alphas were dangerous and him and Chris alone could have easily ended with at least one of them dead. The other reason was the fact that Beacon Hills was no longer Hale territory, it was McCall territory. And it was too small a town for two packs, especially two with as loaded a history as Peter and Scott. Which meant he'd have to leave, he'd have to leave Stiles. Chris, after Allison's death, had nothing else to tie him to this damned place and recently, he'd been thinking more and more that maybe leaving would be for the best, starting new, somewhere else. But leaving meant leaving the Stilinskis and Isaac behind.
"Sweetheartā¦" Peter trailed off and sighed.
"Our pack needs an Alpha," Stiles glared Peter down. "Man up, Hale."
It was the way he said 'our' that had Peter audibly purr, his eyes flashing blue at Stiles. The reaction put a blush on Stiles' cheeks that everyone in the room had the decency to not comment on.
"I'm not so sure about this," Chris frowned. "It's been working so far."
"It's been working so far because you, me and dad are human andā¦ humans factor into packs differently. Isaac still mostly had his ties to the McCall Pack, keeping him from being an omega. And Peter has, quite frankly, just been doing the same that Boyd and Erica have been doing. Staying here and having the bare minimum contact with the local Alpha to keep him from being an omega and putting the brunt force of keeping his sanity onto our mate-bonds, Chris."
It was the way he said our mate-bonds that had everyone in the room freeze, not that Stiles noticed, he simply barreled on. "Mate-bonds aren't supposed to replace pack-bonds. Even less so because we're both human. Besides, this whole situation got more complicated now that there's more wolves, and that Isaac has beenā¦ spending less and less time with the McCall Pack too. There's been a gradual shift. And four beta wolves and three humans can't be Alpha-less."
It took him a moment to realize Stiles was counting Boyd and Erica to their pack. The two betas looked as surprised as Chris felt at that. They had been staying here for weeks now, without wanting to leave, have been strengthening their bonds with Isaac and Stiles, but also growing new bonds with Peter, Chris and Noah. And Isaac really had been spending less and less time with the McCall Pack and more time here, particularly since Boyd and Erica arrived. Theyā¦ had, somehow, become a pack. And An actual pack, not just Peter at the fringe of a pack.
"We're not staying in Beacon Hills," Erica exchanged a look with Boyd before turning to Stiles. "Iā¦ you are right, we have beenā¦ reviving our pack-bonds with you and Isaac. And we like staying here, in your home, but we can't just stay in this house forever, and I'm absolutely not ready to face this hell-town and see whatever tries to kill us next."
"Erica is right," Boyd took his mate's hand, squeezing it gently. "Thisā¦ This is the most like a pack that we've felt since we left butā¦ this town isā¦ bad news."
Stiles frowned at them and Chris held his breath. He didn't want their boy to lose anyone else, even if it was 'just' through them leaving town, especially now that Stiles considered them pack. This could be a major set-back for Stiles and Chris found himself reaching out for Peter for support.
"We're not staying in Beacon Hills," Stiles declared, like it was a done deal.
"I'm sorry," Noah grunted and stared at his son.
Tilting his head, Stiles regarded his dad. "This town keeps taking things from us. The reason I haven't left this house yet is because everything in this town reminds me of things I lost. I can't go to school, because all I can think about is how things used to be, when Jackson was still here, Boyd and Erica were still here, when Derek and Cora were still here, when Aā¦ when Allison was alive. The thought of ever entering the sheriff station again terrifies me, because I tried to blow it up, I killed so many people on the force, people I've known all my life, and even before that, when Matt attacked the station? Peopleā¦ People keep dying in this damn town."
Stiles paused, breathing labored, thumbs forcefully tapping against his fingers. "I found your application for early retirement a month ago, dad. You're tired too. I thinkā¦ I think it's time to leave. Before this town kills us all."
Turning his head, Stiles looked at Peter and Chris with breathtakingly soft eyes. "I know I'm the only reason you're both still here. I know Peter wanted to leave when Derek and Cora did. But he couldn't, because of me and Chris, and Chris couldn't because ofā¦ ofā¦ Allison. And I know Chris has been ready to leave this town for a while now, but now he can't because of me either. And now Boyd and Erica are here and they keep not leaving because of me, even though they don't want to be here and I don'tā¦ I don't want to be the reason why the people I love are stuck in this town that's killing everyone. And I don't want to be here anymore either."
"Where do you want to go, kiddo?" Noah asked, sounding both excited and defeated somehow.
Tilting his head to the side, Stiles offered the smallest grin. "Well, there's three other wayward Hale Pack members across the ocean and Jackson says they got some spare-rooms left."
"London," Isaac raised his eyebrows high. "You want us to move to London. All of us?"
He sounded tentative at that last question, nearly small. Stiles reached out for him, resting a hand on Isaac's knee and giving it a gentle squeeze while smiling at him.
"You and me both have beenā¦ shifting alliances for a while now," Stiles whispered. "And that isn't about Scott. Or his pack. It's about us, and what we need to heal. And I thinkā¦ we need this. We need something that makes us happy and feel like living again. Our pack does that. Right?"
Isaac blinked away tears as he nodded in a jerky motion. "This is the first time I feel like part of a family sinceā¦ since my mom and brother diedā¦ I don'tā¦ want to lose this."
Chris couldn't help but wrap an arm around Isaac's shoulders, pulling him close. The kid took a shuttering breath and relaxed against him. Weird-ass family, but he was right. That was what they were. Silence stretched on as everyone digested what Stiles had said. Stiles took the time to calm himself down. Speaking a lot still took a toll on him, left him shaky.
"Christopher," Peter spoke evenly as he got up. "Get your gun. We have work to do."
Stiles straightened up and smiled at Peter so blindingly, it took Chris' breath away. And then the boy jumped up to follow, because he'd made them promise to take him along. What did surprise Chris though was the way Isaac, Boyd and Erica also got up.
"What?" Boyd grunted. "If we're going to be a proper pack, you gotta get used to us not letting you run off into danger alone. Pack's supposed to stick together, right?"
"Besides, four wolves seem more effective at hunting down and weakening one Alpha," Erica offered with a wicked grin, flexing her claws and flashing her eyes. "Sounds safer."
"And someone has to keep Stiles safe," Isaac tagged on with a concerned look. "No offense, but-"
"Some offense taken," Stiles glowered at him. "The best way to take out a rogue Alpha is to trap them in mountain ash so they can't escape before you get them."
"That's true," Peter hummed appreciatively. "So we're going to rob the vet first?"
The grin on Stiles' lip was dangerous and strangely thrilling as he lifted one hand and curled his fingers together into a fist. When he opened his fist, there was a gray powder in his hand.
"No, we're good," Stiles actually giggled. "Oh. Oh, I forgot. It tickles."
"It tickles? What tickles? Howā¦ How did youā¦?" Chris stared stunned.
Shrugging, Stiles pushed his hands in his pants. "Magic. I don't have a lot of it, but some. Enough to summon mountain ash at will. Butā¦ Iā¦ haven't really used my magic sinceā¦ I forgot that it tickles in my soul to use my magic."
"Aren't you full of surprises, doll," Chris shook his head baffled.
"Bring more wolfsbane bullets," Noah called out with a heavy sigh. "I am not letting you lot drive to Silver Lake to hunt a feral Alpha on your own. Besides, someone has to drive a second car, unless you want to take a clown-car there."
Once Chris and Noah were sufficiently armed, they packed water bottles and some sandwiches ā it was a two hour drive and they'd have to get back after too, plus, werewolves tended to be hungry after a kill ā and then filed out into the cars. Chris was surprised to see Boyd, Erica and Isaac all get into the Jeep with Noah, like there was no question about it. Stiles and Chris got into Peter's car, sitting in the back together. After a while, Stiles started to lean into Chris.
"I think it's time we talk about this," Peter announced half an hour into the drive. "And now, without curious werewolf ears perked in another room of the house, is as good a time as any."
"Mh," Stiles hummed but didn't speak, waiting.
"You said our mate-bonds," Chris whispered, tightening his arm around Stiles' waist.
"Mh," Stiles tilted his head enough to look at him. "I do have enough magic to feel bonds. Pack-bonds and mate-bonds. That's kind of the main reason why Iā¦ made these plans. Because I can feel the thrumming magic of the pack-bonds we all have been forming and I know what'll happen if we don't find an Alpha to balance them out."
"How did I not know that you had magic," Peter shook his head.
"Never advertised it," Stiles shrugged. "But now it's needed, so."
"Howā¦ How long have youā¦ felt this mate-bond with Peter?" Chris asked gently.
"Bonds," Stiles corrected with a frown, looking at him pointed. "With you both."
"Oh," Chris' voice broke, unsure what to do with this.
"I don'tā¦ know," Stiles sighed. "Honestly, at first I didn't know what it was, since I never felt something like this. I figured it might be the pack-bonds, justā¦ strengthening? But ever since Boyd and Erica joined, Iā¦ the difference in the bonds I have with you and Peter, compared to the bonds with all three, Isaac, Erica and Boyd, is too strong to dismiss. When there was just Isaac, I thought it may be because of all you two have been doing for me and that's it. Butā¦ they are mate-bonds."
He looked at Peter at that, like he was looking for confirmation. "They are. Though, I'll admit, I am surprised the two of you have one. Again, did not know you had magic."
A lazy grin spread over Stiles' lips. "Gotta keep you on your toes, Zombiewolf."
Peter gave a startled laugh at that, shaking his head. "Damn, I love you, sweetheart."
Both Stiles and Chris stilled at the confession. Stiles buried himself a little more in Chris.
"I love you too," Stiles whispered, before looking at Chris. "Both of you."
"Iā¦" Chris cleared his throat. "Yeah. Yeah, I love you too, doll."
"I don'tā¦ know if I'd still be here without you," Stiles admitted after a moment, frowning. "I didn't know how to come back fromā¦ this. All of it. The possession, losing Aā¦ Allison, being the one who killed herā¦ that was justā¦ too muchā¦ Iā¦ I thought you'd hate me for it, Chris. The first time you came to my room, Iā¦ was sure you came to kill me, make sure the Nogitsune can never take me over again, and Iā¦ was hoping you wouldā¦"
Chris sucked in a breath, hugging Stiles even tighter, but not interrupting. There was no point to argue. Stiles was telling him how he had felt in the past, there was no changing past feelings.
"I didn't understand why you cared," Stiles continued after a moment. "When you first said that you had to keep me safe because Allison died for me, I was kind of relieved, becauseā¦ because I understood that? You caring by proxy of her having cared for me. Aā¦ And itā¦ it helped me start caring again too, bā¦ because I started thinking about the things she would never get to do and how I wasā¦ wasting this second chance that she helped give me. It helped me push myself and keep going when I didn't know what else could, before Iā¦ started caring againā¦"
"It was a crutch," Chris supplied with a short nod.
"It was a crutch," Stiles echoed with a small smile. "Thanks for giving me a crutch until I could walk on my own again. Though I wouldā¦ prefer to not walk on my own."
"Sweetheart, if we get any say in the matter, you will never be alone again," Peter promised.
/break\
Killing the Alpha was easier than anticipated, but then they had two expert shots, four werewolves and a magic-user who could provide an endless supply of mountain ash. The Alpha stood no chance. Chris was not ashamed of the arousal that the betas could smell from him the first time Peter flashed his Alpha red eyes at them with a wicked grin. The way Stiles gripped his hand told him he wasn't alone in that, at least.
The sheriff filed for early retirement. They sold the Stilinski house. Packed up all their belongings. Had the Jeep shipped to London. There were some tearful goodbyes between Stiles, Isaac and the McCall Pack, Stiles and Scott hugged for nearly half an hour, apologizing to each other. It hurt, but Scott understood that it was the right thing for the both of them. And then they were on the next flight to London, leaving this cursed town behind them for good.
"Welcome home," Derek greeted them with a small smile as he opened the door to the Hale Estate in London. "Took you long enough to get here."
He looked at his uncle, both Hales flashing their eyes at each other before Derek bared his throat in submission. Peter made a pleased noise as he officially accepted his nephew into his pack. There was even hugging. More hugging once Cora and Jackson came running downstairs.
"I'm glad you're here, Stilinski," Jackson muttered into Stiles' shoulder, hugging him tight.
"Yeah," Stiles' voice cracked as he clung onto the other boy. "Me too, Jacks."
"So, this is it, then," Cora looked around ā looked at Derek, Jackson, Stiles, Peter, Chris, Noah, Erica, Boyd and Isaac. "This is the new Hale Pack?"
There was something like awe in her voice at getting something back that she thought she had lost forever. Peter stepped up to his niece and laid an arm around her, pulling her into a half-hug, with Derek on his other side. The three of them had lost everything and clawed their way back. No. Chris' own eyes wandered. To Isaac, who'd lost his entire family and been abused by his father before the man's death. To Boyd, who'd lost his little sister too young and had run away from home because it hadn't felt like home since her death because it hung over the family like a Damocles sword. To Erica whose medical condition had isolated her for so long and left her parents so overbearingly protective that she had felt suffocated enough to run away. To Noah, who had lost his wife and then lost himself in alcohol for years and nearly had lost his son now. And in the end, his eyes settled on Stiles. He pulled his mate close enough to kiss the top of his head.
"Yeah," Chris whispered. "This is the new Hale Pack. And it's a damn good pack."
/break\
They'd been living in London for about a month when Peter, Chris and Stiles went out to a little bakery around the corner that Peter had discovered in their first week here and was absolutely smitten with. It was Stiles' eighteenth birthday and though the pack was already decorating for the big party, Peter and Chris wanted some time alone with their mate. It was easier for Stiles, leaving the house, here in London. Because there were no memories haunting him here. No, every corner of this city only held the possibility for new memories, happy memories.
Stiles blew out the candle on the birthday cake they'd ordered, grinning at them. Looking genuinely carefree for the first time in too many months. He leaned over to Chris after, and before Chris could wonder what their boy was doing, soft lips pressed against his own. Chris didn't get a chance to react before they retreated though, Stiles moving to lean in and also kiss Peter.
"Happy birthday to me," Stiles grinned cheekily.
Oh. Right. Stiles had just turned eighteen, hadn't he? Chris exchanged a look with Peter, who looked absolutely smitten and delighted. Chris smiled amused. They were on the right track.
~*~ The End ~*~
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Chapter 7
Third POV
"Fucking...hell.." Jeff curses under his breath as he limps slowly through the woods, clenching the stab wound on his abdomen.
Normally, the killer would be piss. He hates when his victims fight back a bit too much. Sure, he enjoys the chase, but when they get that sudden 'will to live', it sets him off. But that girl... she caught his eye the moment the news went around about a new family moving into his old home.
Ben is always the one to keep taps on everyone's past lives. He was the first to tell Jeff the news. The two found it funny. Who in their right minds would move into a serial killer's old home? Idiots. Idiots would. So jeff took it upon himself to keep his eyes on the new family. Slenderman didn't mind. The creature needed more offerings anyway.
He had watched as the family unloaded the van, though it was mostly a teenage girl being ordered to. The killer couldn't help but click his tongue. It's not shocking that the killer hates a lot of things- one of them being people with no backbone. Like hell he'd ever let anyone boss him around like that, slenderman still doesn't have a tight enough leash on the infamous killer.
What did catch his eye was that voided look in her eyes. That deep emptiness, fading to a darkness hidden behind them. Jeff knew that look, Jane had the same. The only difference between the girls are their upbringing. Jane was raised with loving parents. This girl, however, wasn't.
To be honest, Jeff could tell the teen wasn't even related to them. She stood out completely with her skin being so dark. What he doesn't get were the white spots on her knuckles. Maybe that's why she's treated so poorly, her skin.
As the days flew by, he found himself wanting to watch her 24/7. He couldn't understand why. Maybe he was waiting for her to break. That did happen during school. He had watched the fight from a cafeteria window, everyone being too focused on the fight to notice him. He was right. That girl's life has always been a shitty one.
Then to hear that bitch of a foster mother talk down to her in such a way, really irked him. So much so he decided to make himself known to her. The smiling killer stood outside her window, the look on her face bringing a sick twisted feeling in his chest.
She enjoyed it. This bitch enjoyed being watched. It would make sense after being deprived of attention most of her life. Though the killer honestly excepted her to scream, maybe even shake in terror- she stared back while biting those fucking lips.
He couldn't believe it. The teen seemed more interested than afraid. Jeff couldn't help himself and moved to get a closer look. He wondered what sounds would come from those juicy plum lips of hers. As he was crossing the street however he paused, seeing her flash her own knife at him. The look on her face clearly stated, 'fuck around and find out'.
He wanted to laugh. He really, really, wanted to fuck around. This random chick dared to threaten Jeff of all people, a killer who could end your life in seconds without batting an eye. Though he found it amusing and couldn't help but grin. Another day. He could wait another day.
It was finally the end of the week. He couldn't hold back any longer. He had lingered around the woods just watching the house for any sign of the teenage girl. Once she was out of the house, he trailed her to every store she went into - taking note of everything she brought. What surprised him was her little trip to the back of Spencer's.
From what the killer watched, the teen is single and never once touched herself. Odd. As he continued watching her shop, he became more and more curious. The girl dresses in all black but only brought the brightest shades of pink and white. He couldn't be more confused. One thing he longed to know was her name.
He found out once the girl's foster mother made it home and discovered the amount spent on her credit card. Watching the fight through the window... Jeff couldn't be more frustrated. She didn't fight back. Why wouldn't she fight back!? Watching that bitch lay her filthy hands on the teen nearly made the killer lose his composer. But he had to be patient. That night was the perfect night.
"Eboni..." he whispers, enjoying the way her name rolls off his tongue.
It was her birthday. No one else got her anything, so of course he had to give Eboni something. Killing that shitty foster family would be perfect. When Jeff was about to break into the home, he heard the teen sneak out the house through the front door, so he followed her. Jeff knew that the girl realized he was stalking her. It just confirmed that Eboni was enjoying it way too much so much so she did a little performance for him on her rollerblades.
He wanted to shove his knife so far down her throat for teasing him like this. He didn't like how she somehow knew he wasn't going to attack her, not yet anyway. With those thoughts in mind, he rushes back to her home- walking through the front door that Eboni forgot to lock. The smiling killer found the creepy twins sitting in the living room watching tv.
He killed them quickly, the sound of their screams alerting the mother and older son. Both rushed downstairs, the son shouting at the mother to call 911 while he fought Jeff. The killer managed to overpower the jock, stabbing him senselessly to death. Lastly was the mother. He knew she was upstairs, but he wanted to wait until Eboni returned - so he beat the woman to past some time.
When Jeff heard the front door open, he dragged the woman to the top of the stairs. The look in Eboni's eyes was priceless. That sick, twisted joy. He kicked the woman down the stairs, walking down so he could finally show his face to the teen. The shock in her eyes brought so much satisfaction, so he held the knife to the mother's throat, waiting for the girl to finally give in, even if it's just a bit.
When given the yes, he went mad - nearly slicing the woman's head off. Jeff allowed his bloodlust to rule him, now wanting to kill Eboni. It was eventually going to happen, just not in the way Jeff thought. His bloodlust only grew once he realized just how strong and crazed this girl was while fighting her. Eboni wouldn't kill her family, but she was prepared to off him? It didn't make sense - it made him angry.
Unfortunately, the cops were getting closer and closer to the house, so Jeff had to let the girl live for now, at least. Thinking back, he couldn't help the sick grin, taking over his features. Fierce and Feisty were the only words he could use to describe Eboni. Not only is she his only survivor, but she did quite a number on him - so much so he has to ask slenderman for healing.
Once Jeff pushes open the doors to the mansion, he's met with shock and very surprising faces. The first to help Jeff is BEN, Eyelessjack following afterward.
"Well shit man! When was the last time you've been beat up like this!?" Ben exclaims.
"When he pissed slenderman off that one time." Jack explains with a chuckle.
"When is the fucker never pissing faceless off?" Masky jokes.
"Y-Your one to talk, M-Masky." Toby said, raising a brow at Jeff's condition.
"Oh dont you fucking start Tobias!"
"Shut. Up." Hoodie grumbles, eyeing masky threatenly.
"All of you just shut the fuck up!" Jeff finally snaps, pulling himself away from BEN and Jack but curses under his breath as he nearly fell to the floor.
"I-I'll go get slenderman..." Toby sighs, leaving the living room and walking up the stairs.
BEN looks up at Jeff, tilting his head. "Ooooooh! You finally made your move, huh?"
"Move on who?" Jack asks, moving to sit back down on the couch.
"Some idiot family moved into his old place. Jeff's been scooping out the place this past week." BEN explains.
"This....this is why I don't tell you shit link wannabe." Jeff grumbles, pushing BEN. Though the killer has little strength, it was enough to knock the elf looking creature to the ground.
"Really? That's surprising." Jack commented, staring blankly at the tv.
"So which one of those fuckers rocked your shit?" Masky asked, leaning back into the couch with a cigarette in between his fingers.
"A...fucking bitch." Jeff grumbles, not bothering to say the girl's name. They all would just assume she put up a good fight before Jeff took her life - though that is a lie.
"Jeffery....she's still alive." Slenderman spoke as he approached the smiling killer. "You know to never leave any witnesses."
"Don't lecture me marshmallow face and just heal me already!" The killer snaps, now frustrated.
Everyone raised a brow at Jeff but was more surprised at slenderman for not throwing the male across the room. Slenderman didn't bother to entertain Jeff as he began healing him. Once done, the tall radioactive creature gives the Cheshire smiling killer only one warning.
"Fix your mess before I do, Jeffery."
With a slow nod, Jeff answers gruffly, "Whatever you say, faceless freak."
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