#oh that sounds like a Stiles ship only damn ;-;

[star-mum]

A little self ship for the soul 🙂‍↕️

Derek speaking spanish grants him special (though limited) access to whatever shit im saying when I talk to myself in portuguese AND even tho I swear A LOT in english already, he was genuinely SHOCKED AND APPALLED at how much that amount multiples when I'm using the native language

7 out of 10 words said by the average brazilian will be a swear and it's not always used to offended or insult people, we use them a lot like intensifiers or even as terms of endearment <33

[thotpuppy]

Untitled Swan Stiles by Definitively_Different_Drivel

Chapters: 5/5 Words: 18,592 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Danny Māhealani/Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Danny Māhealani, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd Additional Tags: POV Multiple, Comedy, Drama, Side ship central station, Swan Stiles, Sheriff Stilinski's first name not specified, Allusions to Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski Summary:

“Also! I don’t appreciate you entering the territory unannounced, magic tree stump be damned, and I sure as fuck don’t trust you with our territory, no matter what Derek says,” Stiles yelled, mid-rant, arms waving in not so silent fury. He breathed deep, winding up for another string of his aggressive tirade when he felt a shift. He stumbled, slightly, but continued, unphased, when it happened. His mouth opened and a god-awful sound poured out, angry and harsh, like a rubber chicken in an industrial press. ----- This fic started as Stiles + swan princess curse = untitled goose game shenanigans with a bigger, angrier bird. It then spawned side pairings/POVs galore. Note it's Sterek, but each side pairing has at least one POV scene and the Derek/Stiles pairing only occurs at the end of the fic. No worries though, there's plenty of Stiles' POV, a bit of Derek, and it's capped off with some Sterek. Enjoy!

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oh my gosh!!! this was SO fun!!! Drivel never disappoints. Love the ensemble treatment, lots of wonderful character interactions, and definitely a roaring good time. I meant to make an independent promo post for this ages ago but i am a fool and completely forgot but! ah well. it happens?

I'd wanted to do a cover for this from the start! I obviously had to do a callback to the video game that loosely inspired it, so of COURSE nothing more fitting than a video game cover haha

The AlliScIsaac is only one part of a greater whole, but the poses are all directly referenced from the official art from the game, and those three just fit the trio so well.

Anyways... make sure yall are properly identifying your local waterfowl before you go making any assumptions, yeah?

[beyourownanchor6]

I would be lost without my mom too. I've been ill with covid this week and my mom went out of her way to make me soup it was so cute

Yeah that was wild. Also, I love the actress, this is no shade on her at all, but she got some work done and somehow looked older than the rest of the cast? She died 17 and came back looking like a Real Housewife. It was great to have her back (shame Isaac didn't come back too, Scallisaac is one of my ot3 for the show) but yeah, it's just malia again - older body, younger mind, never explained.

Ooooh Stiles is youcoded?? That's good to know. I'm more theocoded myself. Who do you ship with Stiles? Do you multiship with Stiles?

It was such a trip. There was a war between hipsters and fandoms, a lot of harry potter headcanons (before jk rowling was cringe), at least once a week a post would circulate like "if we all get together and pool our money we can buy an island and then we all move to that island and declare it a sovereign country and just be our own country!!!", or the idea of someone opening up a Tumblr University with classes like Fandom Studies or Star Trek 101. And recaps! Various people would download the latest episodes of whatever shows or movies were popular at the time (think Glee, Supernatural, Les Miserables) and post frame-by-frame reviews with screenshots and comments written on top of each individual screenshot.

I'm glad you met lifelong friends here. That's really good.

And yay for a vacation! I hope you are having fun. It was a fun busy, thank you ❤️

hiiii sorry for the late response! i’m finally back from my vacation and got some beans to be social again lol 😂 

i kind of remembered her looking older but i think i just chalked it up to not seeing her for a few years like i had the others lol! i hadn’t thought of the malia thing being similar, but you’re right! they both just suddenly aged with zero explanation lol. teen wolf just makes it’s own rules for everything 🤣 i sooo wish they could’ve found a way to bring issac back!

oh yea, we’re unfortunately both himbos 😂 ig that’s why i always connected with him so much lol. i have to say that i was (am) a diehard stydia fan 🙈 but i also love sterek and stalia! teen wolf is one of the shows i do lots of multi shipping for!

damn, that sounds like a wild time for sure lol! harry potter was always cringe for me, so i can happily say i’ve never been apart of that fandom thankfully lol! oooh glee, that woulda been a wild time to be here if i’d known about tumblr back then…can only imagine lol 

the only thing that sucks about meeting friends on here is that they live so far away 🥲💔

glad it was a fun busy! hope all is well friend 🫶🏻

[clotpolesonly]

A Nightmare In Fuchsia

for the Stiles Shipping Central discord’s monthly ficlet exchange!! @illbeintheend i tried to go for more humor than fluff 😂 lemme know if i succeeded haha

| Stackson | 1k | Teen | Humor | Crack | Flamingos | Florida Man |

(also on AO3)

Stiles had never anything against flamingos. They were a little garish, sure, and they made any and all merchandise using their likeness positively reek of Florida vibes whether the product actually had anything to do with Florida or not, but Stiles had always had a certain amount of respect for flamingos. They had flair! They had a great gimmick with the whole one-foot-balancing thing! They could survive in weirdly extreme climates and conditions!

All in all, they were pretty cool birds. Stiles had never had any problem with flamingos. But apparently, today, they had a problem with him.

Or, more accurately, the sorcerer—yes, he was Floridian, go figure—had a problem with the whole pack and had decided to express this grievance in the form of a goddamn flock of fucking demon flamingos let loose to chase them through the Preserve. Stiles was no expert, but he was pretty sure normal flamingos didn’t have teeth like that. Crashing through the trees behind him, hot on his trail, they sounded just like the velociraptors from Jurassic Park. Maybe they were a hybrid or something.

Stiles didn’t turn around to look more closely. His only saving grace was that it was, for once, not the middle of the night and he could actually see where he was putting his feet this time. That was probably the only thing that had saved him from tripping and rolling face-first off a cliff by now, to be set upon and likely eaten.

Good god, he was really gonna be taken out by Florida Man’s life-sized snow globe decoration turned attack bird. This is not how he’d planned to die. He’d been hoping for something with a little more dignity to it, and, okay, maybe he spoke too soon about not tripping off a cliff.

He’d just grabbed hold of a tree branch to fling himself to one side—zigzagging was for alligators, but why shouldn’t it work here too?—when his foot found a slippery patch of leaves, and then he was falling. It was a hill he rolled down, not a cliff, but it still hurt like a bitch with every point of impact. His bones rattled and his breath was gone and the pterodactyl shrieks were suddenly a hell of a lot closer and there was nothing he could do but lie there and hope everything stopped spinning in time for him to start running again.

One second, there was a whole lot of pink encroaching on his blurry field of vision. The next, there was familiar green plaid and a roar that shook the ground. Stiles was too busy heaving an enormous sigh of relief to see if Jackson actually fought the damn things or if they just got spooked and booked it back to their master, but the next thing he knew, Jackson was on his knees beside him.

“Hey, dumbass,” Jackson said, worriedly. “You break an bones?”

“Love you too, sweetcheeks. And I don’t think so.”

With Jackson’s help, Stiles managed to force his battered body into an upright position, but there wasn’t much he could do about his dignity. The perfectly smooth, expressionless look on Jackson’s face spoke volumes.

“Go ahead and laugh,” Stiles told him.

Jackson’s mouth twitched. “I’m not laughing. There’s nothing to laugh at. You almost died.”

“I almost got eaten by evil magic flami—”

Stiles didn’t even finish that ludicrous statement before Jackson lost it. And he really lost it. Two years of dating the guy and Stiles had never seen Jackson laugh so hard, including that time Lydia had gotten lightly electrocuted and ended up with her hair a gigantic staticky orange cloud around her head. He even forsook his nice, high-quality clothes in favor of falling back into the dirt and rolling around in it.

“Oh, ha fucking ha,” Stiles yelled. “It’s not that funny!”

“You’ve got—” It took Jackson three tries to actually make words. “—a feather in your—” He reached out to paw at Stiles’ head. “—hair!”

Stiles swatted the offending feather, obnoxiously pink, out of his hand. “I’m never going to a zoo again. Fuck flamingos! Flamingos are canceled, you hear me? I’m gonna be having nightmares about this for years. You’re paying for my therapy bills.”

Jackson didn’t even protest that, too busy wiping at his streaming eyes and trying to figure out how to breathe again. Eventually, he noticed the intensity of Stiles’ pouting. He rolled himself upright again and kissed him.

“I’m glad you’re not bird food,” he said solemnly. “And I’ll make it up to you.”

Stiles pouted harder. “You better. I expect sexual favors. Many, many sexual favors. And pampering! Massages! Literally all of me is sore, and I’m officially making it your problem.”

“Fine by me.”

Jackson got to his feet first and offered Stiles his hand, levering him off the ground with the kind of ease that always made Stiles a tiny bit horny. He was too tired for it now, though. Also his ankle might have been twisted. Stupid fucking birds. With an aggravated huff, he leaned against Jackson and said, “No one can know about this. Ever. You hear me?”

“Oh, absolutely everybody is gonna hear about this,” Jackson said immediately. “Both because it’s important to study the enemy’s tactics and because it’s fucking hilarious and we could all use a laugh or two.”

“Oh my god, I hate you. I hate you so much.”

“Not as much as you hate flamingos.”

Stiles laughed against his will. “I don’t know, man. The flamingos at least have the excuse of being creatures of pure evil! You’re just a dick.”

“Yeah,” Jackson sighed, completely unrepentant. “But I also suck dick, so it all evens out in the end.”

That much was true, and he proved it as soon as they got back to the jeep. Twice. It was almost good enough to make up for the indignity of how hard the rest of the pack laughed when Jackson told them the tale.

[traashsmash]

Everything happens at a party

Warning: Knifes and guns

Word count: 1298

Summary: You and Stiles are dating and plans on going to a party, which Stiles is unsure about. But something unexpected happens when they are there.

"Hey Stiles! Are you ready for the party at Lydia's?" You said as you saw him in the doorway. "Well I was thinking of not going after everything that has happened at all the different parties." You grab his hands and dragged him in and up to your room. "Stiles, it’s a small party this time, only with friends you know. Plus nothing has happened in forever, so you don’t need to worry." You sit down next to each other at the bed. "Yeah you are probably right, so sure I will go to the party." Stiles said as he stood up. "And y/n?" You look up at his honey colored eyes, waiting for him to continue his sentence. "You are really red right now, it’s not that hot in here. Is it?" he says while smirking. You look down while kicking his ankle all flustered. "Ouch don’t kick, that's not very nice." he chuckled. "Stiles! Quit laughing at me! It’s not funny." "I’m only doing it because you are adorable." he said. "Agh! you gotta stop doing that!" you said has he dragged you up so you now were standing. "What?" he asked. He pulled you closer to him and you whispered "saying things making me want to kiss you.” “Well I don’t mind you kissing me.” He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead “I think we have to leave now if we are gonna go to that party you were talking about.” he said as he walked out of your room. With you still standing there not really ready for that party, but you walked down to him anyways.

Time jump-At the party

Everyone was there Liam, Scott, Malia, Lydia, Mason. “Wait, where is Corey?” you asked looking around for him. Mason pointed to the corner and he appeared out of thin air. “Sorry, I just thought you were someone else.” He said while he walked to an empty chair and slowly sat down. “What’s up with him, he’s not really the paranoid one in this group.” Malia asked looking from Corey to Stiles to you. “I understand it. A lot has happened in the past years.” Stiles mumbled while putting his arm around your shoulder, in an attempt to make you feel safe. “Well I’m not so sure that’s the only reason. I think someone else is actually coming.” Lydia said staring out in the air. “Oh please tell me your just joking. I’m so tired of all this.” Malia walked over to Lydia waiting for her to tell her she is joking. “I just have a bad feeling. Its not like I have seen anything. I just has this cold feeling. Like if all the doors were open.” She looked over to Scott to indicate that he had to say something, since he is after all the alpha. “mh yeah. Well we cant really do anything now if there is anything at all, since we don’t know what would happen.” He stood up and found some soda and ships. “So we might as well have a good time”

There was some uncertainty hanging in the air, but after a while and some good music, this conversation was forgotten about. Except Lydia who had to find a blanket because she just couldn’t shake off the feeling of the cold air. The same air that was filled with chatter and laughing, people falling over each other in a game of twister, warm yet so cold.

A sound of broken glass hitting the ground made everyone quiet, and someone turned of the music to hear what was going on. The cold air from outside washed over you and made you shiver. “Cold.” You said looking over to Lydia who now was standing ready to see what broke the window. The door slammed open while 3 guys ran in and one woman jumped through the broken window. “EVERYONE DOWN!” this one guy with blond hair yelled pointing a gun at them. “ON YOUR KNEES!” another guy yelled, trying to push you down. “Hey! Hands off!” Stiles yelled to the blue haired guy that was trying to push you down. “GIVE ME YOUR MONEY! TELL ME WHERE IT IS!” You look over to Scott and says “After all the supernatural we have been through. Lydia predicts a robbery. I though she was the Harbinger of Death, not a psychic.” The woman that jumped through the window looked at you like you were crazy. “The harbinger of death?” She said. “Wtf is that supposed to mean? Does she like predict death?! Because im ready to get that fulfilled for you.” She had a small knife, but big enough to kill someone if you hit them the right place. She threw it with all her power and it hit Scott in the chest. “Agh! That wasn’t really nice!” He said as he pulled the small knife out of his chest. Stiles walked over to you and sat down beside you “Hey! y/n, you ok?” he looked at the blue haired guy with an evil stare before meeting your eyes again. “Yeah, I’m ok! He just made me sit on the ground. So, its nothing.” The guy that had been quiet all this time started yelling “IM NOT KIDING WITH YOU! TELL US WHERE YOUR MONEY IS!” you looked at him tired of all this. “Ok, I’m done with this yelling.” Malia said looking at Liam and Scott. “Ah, same.” Liam said. The woman then bent down to you and asked “Are they ok? First I throw a knife at one of them, and no one really reacts, and now they talk as if this happens on a daily basis.” Stiles shrugged “well not really daily, but you are not wrong. Its usually just a little different.” You say to the woman trying to rob you. Malia’s, Scott’s and Liam’s eyes start glowing while they are looking at the men. “Oh holy shit!” the blue haired guy said running out of the house followed by the two other men. “What’s up with them? Agh! I guess I have to do everything by myself then.” She then stood up and walked over to the rest of the group. “ok sit down like those two do and tell me where your money is. Is that so god damn hard?” you looked over to Scott signaling that you are tired of the woman. You heard his roar breaking the silence and the woman turned around in fear. His eyes were glowing red and claws instead of nails. He roared again. “Finally!” you said annoyed at how long it had taken. The woman who now were terrified said “Ok. Keep your money. I don’t want it anyways.” And she ran just like the men did. “Wow. I’m just surprised none of them shot any of us when we showed them our eyes.” Scott giggled. “Scott, she threw a knife at you!” Lydia reminded him. “Yeah… but I healed didn’t I.”

Stiles drove you back home and followed you to your door. “Well i think you are right.” You said before turning to him. “right about what?” he asked. “Everything happens at the parties. Maybe we should stop going to them.” You looked him in his beautiful eyes, and you could see him smile. “Yes, you are right. Everything does happen at parties. Like our first kiss, our first fight as a couple, and us making a lot of good memories. I don’t really want to stop making those memories. At least not memories like we made at your birthday party last year.” You felt a warm feeling in your cheeks by the thought of that day. “y/n I don’t want to stop making those memories with you. As you said, something always happens at parties."

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A Baby Spark

Imagine it being almost two years since you've seen your family. You've been through some changes since you've been gone and you're surprised at how well your family just seems to roll with the punches. Then again your little sister is exactly how you remember her either.

Words: 8.7K Author's Note: I'm a weakass bitch who loves a good crossover. Hopefully I did these two fandoms some justice. I'm warning you right now there's a little violence in here.

Pacing in front of the couch out back in the studio, Julie opens her mouth to say something but snaps it shut and shakes her head as she mumbles to herself. For about ten minutes now she's been like this and Luke, Reggie, and Alex can only stare at her with dread slowly creeping in.

"Is she having a breakdown or something?" Reggie asks quietly, eyes following her back and forth. "I've never seen her like this."

"I don't know, but I'm starting to feel queasy," Alex says.

Luke rolls his eyes. "It's Julie. It's nothing bad," he says. "We all know she works herself up over nothing."

"Okay!" All three boys startle, jumping in their seats and practically clinging to one another. When they realize what they've done, they quickly let go and attempt to act cool. "So my sister is coming down for a visit and dad thinks we should ease her into the secret of you guys being ghosts."

"Your sister?" Alex wonders, intrigued. "She finally got in touch?"

"Yeah." Julie slowly smiles. "She, uh, she sounded weird on the phone. Really emotional. But she said she's ready to be home for a bit."

"Well you said you haven't seen each other face to face in almost two years," Reggie says. "It's understandable that she'd be emotional."

"True." Julie shrugs. "Anyway, you guys need to remember no vanishing into thin air or appearing from thin air while in the same room as her. We can't have her asking questions until we're ready to tell her."

"I think we can handle that." Luke nods, looking at the boys. "At least I'm pretty sure we can."

Alex nudges him, scoffing. "Of course we can."

"Okay. Good. Because she's going to be here any minute now."

"WHAT?!"

"I thought we had more time!"

"Aw man," Reggie whines. "What do I wear?"

          - - - - - - - - - - 

You pull up to your childhood home about twenty minutes after the sun has set, excited to see your family and the boys who had reintroduced your baby sister to music after your mom had passed. You'd been keeping up with her via social media and was shocked to see her performing with holograms. Something about the holograms didn't quite add up, but you didn't question it seeing as your sister was thriving with her newfound friendships.

You've barely shut the door to your rented vehicle when the front door swings open, and your baby brother and baby sister are barreling down the porch. You laugh at their enthusiasm, opening your arms wide and bracing yourself for the impact. The moment they hit you, you bring your arms down around them. "Oh my god. You guys have grown so much!"

"Well that's what happens when you don't visit. We grow up."

"Carlos!" Julie quickly reprimands him. She then glances up at you, chuckling nervously. "He didn't mean that."

"Of course he did," you muse. "He's a Molina. And it's not like he's wrong."

But your sister isn't having it. "You had valid excuses- school and then you were really sick that one time. It's okay."

Sick, you mentally scoff, if only it were that simple.

"Right. Well I'm home now and I plan to visit whenever I can in the future," you say. Carlos and Julie beam at you. "So come on. I'm starving and I really want to see dad and meet these phantoms."

Carlos releases you and immediately turns to run back inside, and Julie latches onto your arm as she walks side-by-side with you. The closer you get to the porch, the more a faint scent on the air tickles your nose. Then once on the porch, it's a little bit stronger and it has you tensing.

Julie notices as she continues to walk, only to be pulled back from where she's still connected to you. "What's wrong?"

Staring off the side where you know the gate is for the backyard, your nostrils slightly flare, but at the sound of Julie's voice you close your eyes and shake your head to clear it. "Nothing. I'm fine," you mumble. "I just- I thought I smelled burning wire or something." Looking forward and then towards your sister, you chuckle. "My roommate started a fire a couple weeks back. It's made me paranoid ever since."

The lie comes a little too easily and you feel guilty. But then Julie snorts, you breathe a little easier, and then the two of you make the rest of the way inside the house. The smell of home makes your shoulders sag and feel like a weight's been lifted off of you. You glance around the living room, smiling softly at various touches you knew your mother added and the fact that your dad's kept them as reminders of the love of his life. There are three familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time, faces sitting together on the couch. They stare at you, hesitant expressions on their faces until you smile and wave at them. The boy in a leather jacket is the first to smile back, waving, followed by the blonde and the shaggy haired brunette.

"That's Reggie, Alex, and Luke," Julie introduces them to you. "Guys, this is my older sister Y/N."

"Hey guys, it's nice to finally meet you face to face."

"Likewise," Alex says. "Julie's told us so much about you."

"Aw." You let go of Julie's arm just to wrap it around her head, she immediately struggling to get out of the headlock you put her in. You laugh, tugging on her curls. "You talk about me? Am I the cool older sister? You love me that much?" You tease her.

"Get. Off." Julie tries to shove you off, but the two of you just end up falling to the floor.

"Alright. Girl fight!" Reggie cheers. "I got money on the older Molina."

"I don't know," Alex muses. "Jules can be pretty feisty."

"Pft. No way." Carlos scoffs. "Y/N has this in the bag."

"How are you so freakishly strong?" Julie complains. "Did you start working out or something?"

"Or something," you laugh.

There's a sigh that has you looking up instantly. "You would think that my college-aged daughter would be adult enough to not wrestle her younger siblings on the floor."

"Dad!" Immediately you abandon your sister, flicking her forehead once for good measure, before launching yourself at your dad. "You're lookin' healthy, old man. The younger crotch goblins keeping you in line?"

"Hey!"

The boys laugh at Julie and Carlos' simultaneous shouts, and you wink at them before squeezing your dad a little bit longer. "How was the drive, mija?"

"It was fine," you say. "Long. And now I'm just ready to chow down."

"You have perfect timing then. The stew is ready, but now we're just waiting on Reggie's rolls to come out of the oven."

You dramatically gasp as you look towards the boy in question. "Not only is he cute, but he bakes too? Julie, you better husband that one up."

Two out of the three boys laugh as the other one frowns, and Julie rolls her eyes. "Shut up." Then looking out towards the group, she says, "Someone come help me set the table."

Your dad and Carlos head into the kitchen behind Julie, and you walk over towards the couch to sit on the armrest nearest Luke. Putting a hand on his shoulder, you squeeze. "Don't frown, biceps. I totally ship you and my sister. The two of you just ooze chemistry and I find it utterly adorable."

Alex groans. "Please don't say ooze again."

"Ooze," you deadpan. You look Alex in the eye. "Ooze. Ooze."

His nose wrinkles. "So you're the evil Molina. I know who Carlos takes after now."

All four of you chuckle and fall into a comfortable silence. However, as you sit there, you realize something odd. Everyone, human or not, has a scent. But these three boys next to you? There's no hint of B.O or cologne. Nothing. You frown as you stare at each one, at how human they appear to be, but before you can notice anything else your dad's calling out.

"Dinner's ready!"

You quickly paste on a smile as Luke and Reggie rush towards the kitchen. Alex sighs. "I would say sorry on their behalf, but then I'd be saying sorry the entire duration you're here because it's just how they are."

"I get it," you chuckle softly. "I have a friend like that. Stiles. He's- he's a lot to handle sometimes."

Dinner is quite the affair and you can't help but be in awe with how these three boys have brought life back into your home. When your mom passed, it was like the life was sucked out of everyone. There were no smiles, there was no laughing, and everyone seemed to lose interest in something. You almost didn't go back to school, instead choosing to look after Julie and Carlos, but from one day to the next it was like your dad snapped out of his grief and started looking after the kids again. So you went back to school, kept up with your schoolwork, got.. sick, and finally had enough strength to visit your family. You wanted it to be a happy family reunion, so you'll be damned if three charming boys took advantage of your family.

The following day is spent with just your family and a brief visit made by Flynn, but throughout the entire day you can't help but notice something is off. Every now and then it feels like the temperature drops or you have an overwhelming feeling of being watched or you catch Julie mumbling towards nothing but thin air. Your little sister acts highly suspicious, but she plays it off every time you call attention to it.

On your third day home, however, your family's been out grocery shopping when you decide to visit your mom's studio. It's the first time you've gone out back since you've been home, so of course the scent that first put you on edge hits you full force. Annoyance immediately sets in and you follow the musky scent which leads you to the studio. Hearing voices inside makes you freeze and you tilt your head to get a better listen.

The three voices are Luke, Reggie, and Alex, and while that should be weird since no one is home.. it's not the oddest thing. The oddest thing is that while you can hear them talking and the hum of their amps, that's all you hear. No heartbeats.

Pulling open the door, all three boys look like deer caught in headlights. "Hey, boys." You quirk an eyebrow at them, walking in and taking a little pleasure in watching them squirm. "Whatcha up to out here?"

"Oh, um," Alex stammers, "R-Ray lets us practice out here whenever we want."

"Mhm." You glance at Reggie, his demeanor entirely too soft to threaten. Instead you glance at Luke and realize he'll be the one revving for a fight if you go after the other two. So you set your sights on him. "I'm sure my mom would have adored you boys." Walking around Luke, you step close and trail a finger along the strap of his guitar. "Well at least she would have adored whatever it is you boys are." The boys all seem to cease breathing and quick as lightning you grab a fistful of Luke's shirt and bring his face close to yours. "So tell me, Luke, what are you?"

His eyes blow wide. "W-What? I'm a d-dude. Human!"

"Wrong answer." Eyes flash gold and you can feel the teeth in your mouth shifting. Luke seems to lose what little color he had left in his cheeks. "You have no scent. You have no heartbeat! So tell me what you are."

Luke gapes at you until all of a sudden he completely vanishes out of your grip. You growl, eyes darting all over the place.

"What am I? What the hell are you?!"

You whirl around, snarling, and startling all three boys. All three are gaping, staring wide-eyed as they take in the full picture of what you are. Of what you had to become. "Why are you messing with my family?"

You're so caught up with the boys that you're not listening to your senses and completely miss the fact that your family has gotten home. You're caught off guard as Julie walks through the studio door and you take a step back as Julie's erratic heart nearly makes you whine.

"I- what?" She mutters. You exhale shakily and you can feel your face shifting back to normal. "Y/N?"

"I can explain," you tell her softly. She stares at you, fear wafting off of her and making your nose itch. "But first your boys need to come clean. They're not exactly what they look like." All four- FOUR!- suddenly fidget nervously and your eyes narrow. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

She numbly nods her head. "Yes. Dad and Carlos too. B-But it's nothing as crazy as whatever is going on with you." She gulps. "Which, by the way, what- what even are you?"

You sigh, backing up until you're plopping down onto an armchair. You gesture to the couch across from you and watch as the three boys keep themselves between you and Julie until they're all on the couch. "Remember when I was sick? And the doctor said I had a fifty-fifty chance of surviving?"

She frowns. "Yeah. But what-"

"He was lying to you. I didn't have a fifty-fifty chance. I was going to die. No ifs, ands, or buts about it."

"How would you know that?"

"Because my roommate could smell death on me," you say. Julie, Luke, Reggie, and Alex all blink at you. "The thing you need to know, Jules, is that pretty much every supernatural creature we grew up reading about is real."

Alex gulps. "Witches?" You nod.

"Vampires?" Luke starts to grin. You nod again.

"Werewolves?" Reggie wonders, awe already filling his features.

You glance at him and flash your eyes. "What do you think I am?" You muse. His eyes widen, but then a smile breaks out and you breathe a little easier. At least he won't be running from you. "Anyway, she literally smelled me rotting from the inside out. So when she really grew concerned, she went to one of her alphas and told him what was going on with me."

"Wait. One of her alphas?"

"Yeah." You shrug. "It's a whole pack, the Hale-McCall pack. There's two alphas within the ranks and instead of protecting one little town they decided to spread out. Scott protects Beacon Hills since that's where he lives and Derek came down south to expand our territory. We're kind of all spread out in California with two ally packs further up north."

"Okay so this is all interesting, but how does that explain how or why you changed?" Julie asks.

"Oh. Right." You sigh. "Well Cora- my roommate- didn't want me to die. She came to me and asked me that if there was a cure of sorts, a way that only granted me a fifty-fifty chance of survival rather than a hundred percent death, if I would take it. I asked for more of an explanation and she showed me what she was while explaining more about the supernatural world. So I said I wanted the cure. And then I met her brother Derek."

"Who and what is Derek?" Your sister asks.

"A werewolf. An alpha werewolf to be exact," you tell your audience. "Only the bite of an alpha werewolf can turn someone, but at that it's only a fifty-fifty chance. So I took it since it was more of a chance than I originally had and I became a beta werewolf."

"Is this why you stayed away?"

"I had to. Turning isn't as simple as it sounds. I had to learn control and I had to learn to protect myself. I might be stronger and faster and not entirely human, but there are people out there who train to kill people like me. It wasn't safe for any of us if I were to come so soon after becoming a werewolf."

Julie nervously shifts. "And it's safe now?"

"Yeah. We have some friends in the Hunter community, and Scott and Derek have been working hard to mend bridges between everyone. Since Derek approves of my control, he said it was okay for me to come."

Luke huffs. "You call this control? You attacked me."

"Can you blame me?" You raise an eyebrow at him. "I came home to find three individuals with no scent or no heartbeat practically living with my family, and the scent of another werewolf around my childhood home where my very human family still lives. What was I supposed to do?"

"Wait, what?" Julie's eyes blow wide. "There's been a werewolf around us?"

"Yeah. And speaking of," you say, "since these three appear to not be the culprits, has there been anyone hanging around? Staring longingly or just giving off the creepiest of vibes? The scent was maybe a few days old, but it's definitely werewolf."

Your sister shivers and crosses her arms over her chest as if to hug herself. "Not that I noticed."

You glance at the boys and all three shake their heads. "Keep an eye out then. That's kind of suspicious." Everyone nods. You inhale and then exhale deeply, looking at each individual. But as no one says anything, you lightly clear your throat. "So is anyone going to tell me what you three are or..?"

"Oh!" Julie leans forward, smiling softly. "Ghosts."

"Ghosts?"

"Ghosts!" Reggie disappears from his spot on the couch and reappears at your side. You faintly startle, but he still sees it and chuckles. "We kind of kicked the bucket about twenty six years ago now."

Luke sighs. "Street dogs, man. We can never look at them the same way ever again."

You snort and then slap a hand over your mouth as you stare at the boys with wide eyes. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to laugh."

"Don't even worry about it," Alex says. "We've had some time to get over it and well now we have this cool gig with Julie so it's fine."

"Well either way I'm sorry you guys died, but I'm stoked you came into my family's life when you did."

The three boys beam, but Julie leans forward. "You know you have to tell dad, right? This is something dad needs to know."

"I know." You frown. "I just- how do I tell dad I'm not exactly human anymore?"

"Together." Julie smiles sadly at you. "We'll tell him together."

After calling an emergency family meeting the previous night, telling your dad and baby brother that werewolves existed was possibly the hardest thing you had to do. Out of the two of them, Carlos was most excited about all the new information you were offering up. But your dad, however, had a brief breakdown when you explained that you were literally going to die unless you had taken the bite from a werewolf. It had taken you almost ten minutes to calm him down, but you only made it a little bit worse when you told him there were rules now that the family knew the supernatural world existed.

Your dad and Carlos had tons of questions, and by the time dinner rolled around Ray just called in several pizzas so they could continue to grill you. Eventually things had settled and everyone went their separate ways to shower and get some sleep.

Then the day after that, you spend the day watching Julie and the boys rehearse because they got a last minute gig this coming Friday night. Even when they're goofing off they play amazingly and you praise them every moment you can. You're so caught up with your family and the boys that everything else is pushed to the back of your mind. And that's where it stays until after Julie and the Phantoms' performance three days later.

It's approaching midnight when you get home, you having rode with your family to and back from the club. It was the most fun you had in awhile, standing directly in front of the stage and screaming the lyrics back at your sister and Luke as they performed. And when you get home you and Julie are still singing along to one of her songs as you walk towards the front door, only to stumble to a halt when the scent of werewolf hits you full force.

"Mija, what's going on?"

"Shh!" You push Julie towards your dad and walk closer to the front door, eyes narrowing at the fact that it's cracked open when it should be locked. You put your nose close to the gap of the opened door and inhale deeply, eyes glowing gold in anger. There's a loud thump from inside and you whirl around to face your dad. He tenses as he eyes the fangs peeking from between your lips. "Get back in the car," you growl. "Do not get out until I come get you."

"Mija-"

"Do you understand?" You growl again, cutting him off. Your dad gulps and quickly nods, grabbing ahold of Carlos and Julie's hands to rush them away.

When you hear the car doors slam shut, the rummaging from inside your house stops. So before whoever is inside can flee, you brace yourself and walk inside. Slamming the door behind you, you open up your senses to tell you who or what is inside with you.

There's a warning growl from up above you and you snarl in response, not taking kindly to being warned off in your own home. Suddenly there are footsteps rushing towards the staircase and you lunge for them, bounding up the steps a few at a time. You meet the werewolf on the stairs, roaring at the sight of electric blue eyes glaring at you. He tries to leap over you, but you catch him by the ankle and tug him down with all your strength.

He's taller than you and more solid than you originally thought, so you mentally curse yourself when you can hear the staircase creak and crack as you fall down the stairs with him. Taking a boot to the gut, you swing out to claw him down his thigh. You draw first blood, but then the werewolf rounds on you with his teeth and claws bared. He lunges, catching you around the waist and slams your back down on the stairs. You grunt in pain, punching and clawing, but only earn a set of claws being dragged down the side of your face in return.

You hear him grunt, followed by a large crack, and your eyes fly open wide when you feel a thin pole from the wooden bannister be shoved into your gut. You roar out, completely shocked at this wolf's aggressiveness, and your saving grace comes in the form of three ghosts.

Alex, Luke, and Reggie pop in, startling the werewolf hovering above you. Their exclamations of pure joy quickly turn to ones of surprise and fear, and you use this brief reprieve to summon all your rage and push back. Once your feet are back beneath you, you shove the wolf back and against a wall. One hand goes around his throat and you use the other to shove your claws into his gut.

"What.. do you want.. with my family?" You ask, shoving your claws in deeper with each pause. The werewolf growls and easily overpowers you, shoving you back and fleeing through the back door.

When you get back to your feet, you attempt to run after him but Reggie rushes in front of you. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where do you think you're going?!"

"Reg, get out of my way," you seethe.

"Nope. No way. In case you haven't noticed, you've been impaled!" His hands flail in the direction of your abdomen. "Shouldn't you like go to the hospital or something?"

"I'll heal." You grab the wooden pole protruding from your body, grasping it tightly and yanking it free.

Reggie gags and you let it drop, only to then be approached by Luke." Y/N, where's Jules? And Carlos and your dad?"

At the mention of your family, the haze of rage starts to fade. You breathe deeply, letting the aches and pain take over as your features shift back to normal. "They're in the car," you say. "Can you go get them? I need to check upstairs to see what that asshole was doing."

"For sure."

As Luke poofs away, you turn back towards the stairs and make your way up them. You follow the scent of werewolf and when you find where it leads your rage comes back ten-fold. Shoving your way in Julie's room, you snarl when you find the strange scent by her dresser, in her closet, and on her bed. You catch whiffs of his scent on random items and you tense when there's a shout of your name from downstairs.

Realizing it's only your dad, you give yourself a moment to make sure you have yourself under control before making your way downstairs. "I'm sorry about the staircase," you say. "I'll call someone in the morning to come estimate the damages and fix it." Everyone is oddly quiet and when you meet their gazes, you see half are on your face and the other are on your stomach. "Relax. It'll heal."

"Will it?" Ray asks. He walks forward, gently cupping your face and angling it so he can get a better look.

"Yeah. It's already stopped bleeding. Now all they gotta do is close up."

"Okay." Your dad gulps. "Did you- did you figure out what was going on?"

"Some rogue werewolf," you tell him. "Normally I wouldn't worry because it's normal for a werewolf to scope out another werewolf in their territory, but this one was only in Julie's room. He didn't go near mine. Something's up."

Luke wraps an arm around Julie's shoulder as she gasps and Ray worriedly glances at his daughter. Carlos steps up on Julie's other side, grabbing her hand and looking every bit determined to keep her safe.

"What can we do?" Luke asks.

"Well for starters," you sigh, "everyone can take a chill pill. Go change, go shower, and go to sleep. I'll clean up and I'll call in reinforcements. I hope you guys are ready to meet my alpha."

"Are you sure, mija?" Your dad asks.

"Yeah. I'm too amped up to do anything other than keep watch and my alpha is necessary since this rogue werewolf easily overpowered me. I'm still new to this whole supernatural business, so it's better if someone more experienced comes in."

Ray and Carlos hesitantly make their way towards the stairs, but as Julie moves she makes a lunge for you. Her arms wrap around you and yours her, and you rub the side of your jaw along her temple. "You're going to be okay," you mumble. "Trust me."

"I do."

Luke and Reggie readily follow your family upstairs, but Alex lingers. You look at him, smiling softly. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asks. "You literally had a pole sticking out of your stomach."

"I'm fine, Al." You lift up your shirt, showing him the barely there hole. "See? It's closing. The healing process is just a little slow for me because I'm a bitten werewolf, not born."

"Oh. Okay. Cool." His hands go into his pockets as he glances around the room nervously. "So do you want some company?"

"Sure." You chuckle softly. "But first, I have a call to make."

Alex follows you into the kitchen where you lean tiredly against the island counter, putting your phone down on the counter top as you look for a specific contact and then put your phone on speaker as to not be rude to your guest. It rings a couple of times before the line clicks open.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" Derek's gruff voice makes you smile and Alex's eyes widen.

"Why would you think something is wrong, Der?"

"Because you told us not to contact you until your two weeks with your family were up. You still have another week with them and you're calling me. In the middle of the night. So again I'll ask, what's wrong?"

You sigh and this time it's Alex's turn to grin at you. "So I might have a problem."

Derek groans. "What did you do this time?"

You open your mouth to play off the seriousness of the situation, but after the night you had you're just not feeling. So you snap your mouth shut and sigh once more. "When I first got here, I smelled a werewolf around the house," you say. "I didn't think anything of it because it was faint, but tonight I found the werewolf in my little sister's room. We fought and he fled. I have an uncomfortable feeling about this, Der."

A moment passes in silence before Derek says, "We're on the way."

"Okay, but before you come to the rescue there's something you need to know." He doesn't say anything, but the line is still connected so you know he's waiting. "So you know how we always said something was odd about my sister's holograms?"

"Yeah?"

"Well funnily enough, they're ghosts! But don't worry," you're quick to cut off an inevitable rant, "there's nothing fishy or any ulterior motives. These guys are good, pure, and goofy. Please don't start anything."

There's a heavy exhale and then, "We'll see."

"Bring food!" You're quick to toss in, grinning that you got that in before the call ended. Alex stares at you and you roll your eyes playfully at him. "Relax. It's going to be fine."

Derek and the others could have been there within a few hours, but they didn't want to be rude and show up while your family was sleeping. You texted back and forth with Cora after Derek spilled the ghost secret, and you laughed when she mentioned she was excited to meet them because your little sister's music was quite catchy.

When you hear your family starting to stir awake, you send off a quick text to Derek to let him know that it was okay for them to finally come over. And to bring food because there's not enough to feed three werewolves, three ghosts, and three humans in the house.

Carlos is the only one who looks well rested, Ray and Julie looking like they tossed and turned all night. Luke, Reggie, and Alex poof into the room and you tiredly nod at them.

"Did you get any sleep?" Your dad asks.

"Nah. I've been keeping watch and keeping in contact with the pack," you say. "Derek and Cora are on the way, and Scott said to let him know if we needed him. The rest of the pack would come if needed."

"Mhm. Is there anything we need to know about this Derek and Cora?"

You glance around at your family and ghosts, and sigh when they're waiting for some sort of answer. "Just that they had a really traumatic event happen when they were younger, so if they're not exactly warm in the beginning don't take it personal."

Reggie leans forward in his seat. "Mhm. How traumatic are we talking?"

"Like their entire family was trapped in their home and burned alive traumatic." Everyone's eyes widen and you wince. "Yeah. A bunch of other stuff happened, but it's confusing and not everything is black and white as you may think. I just rather not delve too deep into their personal business moments before you meet them."

After a few lingering moments, Carlos is the first to mention he's hungry. Your dad says he'll get started on breakfast, but you stop them before they can even make it to the kitchen. Then before you can explain why making food isn't necessary, the doorbell rings and everyone freezes.

"I'll, um, I'll just get that."

Hurrying to the door, you open it up and smile in relief at the sight of your two favorite Hales.

"We come bearing McDonald's," Cora says. "We also might have pissed off a long line of cars because we bought out all their sausage biscuits and hash browns."

You laugh. "And I bet you cackled as you drove off."

"She did," Derek deadpans.

You shake your head and then step out of the way, gesturing the two Hales inside. You shut the door behind them and when you turn around to follow them you find that you don't have to go far. Everyone is just standing around, staring at the two newcomers and you shake your head. "What are you all doing out here? Get into the kitchen! I want to eat."

Carlos steps forward, staring up at Derek and Cora with a curious expression. "So werewolves, huh? And you're the one who bit my sister?" Derek tenses, but nods nonetheless. "Well thanks for saving her, but now I'll never beat her in a wrestling match. Can someone biscuit me so I can eat my feelings?"

You snort just as Cora cracks a grin and she walks forward while gesturing for Carlos to follow her into the kitchen. Derek stays put and you step up to his side, nodding up at him before looking out. "So," you start, looking at everyone else, "I'd like you guys to meet alpha Derek Hale. Der, this is my dad, my sister Julie, Carlos followed after Cora, and then we have Alex, Reggie, and Luke."

Everyone gave some form of acknowledgement as they were introduced and Derek sticks his hand out for your dad. "It's nice to finally meet you, sir. I'm just sorry it's under these circumstances."

Ray grasps onto his hand and shakes it. "Ditto."

"Okay," you drawl. "Now that the awkward introductions are over with, can we eat?"

Everyone walks into the kitchen then, you nudging your sister and chuckling at her wariness. Then once in the kitchen, you introduce everyone to Cora as well. The food is passed out and it feels like you're smiling encouragingly at everyone because they're intimidated by Derek's mere presence.

When everyone appears to be done with their food, it's Derek who clears his throat. "So do you wanna know why there's a werewolf interested in Julie now or later?"

The table falls silent and it's Julie who finally addresses him. "Wait. You already know? Without snooping around?"

Derek looks at her and smiles kindly which sets your heart a flutter. You're not stupid, you're well aware just how attractive your alpha is, but you never let yourself cross that line. Cora, however, has no problems teasing you about it, nudging you and smirking. You glare at her and return your attention to Derek. "I do. I'm not surprised Y/N didn't pick up on it, but I am surprised my sister hasn't mentioned anything."

Cora stops her teasing them, brows furrowed as she looks at her brother. "What?"

Derek pushes back from the table and offers his hand for Julie. "I'm sorry this might be uncomfortable for you, but will you join us over here?" she quickly glances at you and your dad, and your dad nods at her. She gets up and joins Derek at his side, and he gently grabs her arm to hold between you and Cora. "Focus on Julie's scent. Who does she remind you of?"

Cora's more in tune with her senses, so it doesn't take her long to pick up on what her brother is suggesting. It takes you a minute and when her scent has fully engulfed you, your eyes fly open. "How did I miss that?"

"M-Miss what?" Your sister stammers, pulling her arm back.

Cora glances between Julie and her brother, and you shake your head. "It's impossible. Stiles is a.." you trail off and Derek quirks an eyebrow at you, grinning.

"Excuse me," Luke pipes up, "but who and what the hell is a Stiles?"

Derek and Cora snort, and your gaze darts between Luke, Reggie, Alex, and your sister.

"Mija, what's going on?" Ray asks.

You gulp as realization slowly settles in. Looking at Julie, you ask, "They used to be invisible, right?"

"Yeah."

"But then they were cursed by another ghost, almost jolted out of existence, and you pulled them to you at the Orpheum. You wanted them and they appeared, and then by some weird happenstance you didn't want them to go and the curse was lifted. You were finally able to touch and everyone could see them."

Julie frowns at you. "You knew this already. What does that have to do with-"

"You're a Spark."

"What?"

Ray glances between both his daughters. "What's a Spark and how bad is this?"

You're left blinking at your sister in awe, so Derek takes over once more. "A Spark is someone with magical abilities, sir. When trained properly, they're a force to be reckoned with. They're highly sought after because they're not as neutral as a pack Emissary and can offer a hell of a lot more protection than an Emissary."

"Mhm. And what's an Emissary?"

"It's someone who offers advice and keeps peace during pack meetings," you say. "They're limited in their knowledge and magical abilities, but a Spark.. a Spark is so much more."

"So that's why this werewolf was sniffing around the house?" Ray asks. "Because he could smell the magic coming off Julie?"

"Yes." Derek tells him honestly. You can hear Julie's heartbeat pick up speed and you're quick to stand and wrap her in a hug. "If he's an Omega, which I believe he is since no one else came back when he faced off against Y/N, I think he wants to grow his own pack."

"And having a Spark within his pack would look good when recruiting others," Cora says.

Ray sighs. "What do we do?"

"Honestly? Julie needs to harness her power and learn how to use it."

"What? No!"

"Dad." You look towards him, frowning. "Derek's right. Julie is full of untapped potential and you do not want the wrong person training her. We can help."

Your dad sighs some more, rubbing his hand down his face. Finally he looks at Julie. "What do you want to do, mija? This is your life we're talking about here."

Everyone seems to hold their breath as Julie glances at every person she's come to love. But before she can say anything, Cora speaks up. "Before any decisions are made, I think we need to make sure Julie is a Spark." She then looks at your little sister. "Would you be willing to complete a test? There's no pain, no questions, just simple concentration."

You sister shrugs. "I guess so."

Julie is still apprehensive as Cora exits the room, so you rub her arm up and down. "It's going to be okay." You smile reassuringly at her. "If you truly are what we think you are, I think you might enjoy this. I know Carlos will."

Your baby brother perks up and you grin at him. You're quick to clear away the trash and are done just as Cora re-enters the room. She drops a duffel bag atop the table and Derek opens it up, pulling on a pair of gloves before he removes a vial full of black powder.

"What's that?" Luke asks.

"Mountain ash." Derek explains. "Create a closed barrier with this and no supernatural creature can cross it."

"And the rest?" Reggie wonders, peeking into the bag. Several vials clink together and he's quick to back off.

"Wolfsbane," you tell him. "It's lethal to us, but if we're shot or nicked with a weapon that holds a certain strain of this stuff, we figure out which strain it is and burn the ash that we have on hand to press into our wounds. For some reason it counteracts the effects."

"But in order to see if Julie truly is a Spark," Derek says, pulling everyone's attention back to the main topic, "we need her to create a barrier of mountain ash around Cora."

Julie quickly glances at you and you give her a nod. She walks towards Derek and Cora, and Derek opens up the vial to pour a small mound of black ash in the center of her palm. Julie glances up at him in surprise and then at the space around Cora's feet. "That's all you're giving me?"

"That's all you get."

Julie glances at you again and the panic is clear in her eyes. "Relax," you say. She gulps. "Relax," you say again, softer. "Inhale and exhale, Jules." She does as you say and after a couple of deep breaths, you say, "Now close your eyes. Form a loose fist and believe that you have all the ash you need there in the center of your hand as it tips out while walking a circle around Cora."

Julie's eyes fly open as she scoffs. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." You grin. "Magic is all about belief. Now close your eyes and concentrate. You have to want to close this circle. Do it."

Again everyone seems to hold their breath as Julie closes her eyes and shakes herself out. She takes a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly. You can practically see the moment her mind clears, her expression going slack right before she tips her fist and the ash starts to fall. She walks in an unsteady circle, her brow furrowing halfway around. She unknowingly walks the entire circle, her eyes flying open as she groans. "This is dumb."

"Is it?" Cora wonders. She raises her hand and goes to touch Julie, but her hand hits an invisible wall that shimmers a faint blue before fading.

Julie glances down, her eyes widening before she looks at you. "It worked?"

"It worked," you assure her. Everyone seems to scramble up from their seats then, gathering around Julie and Cora. You snort as Carlos and Reggie easily put their hands inside the circle, but Cora has no such luck of reaching out of it. You raise your eyebrow at that. "Well at least we know mountain ash doesn't work on ghosts."

"Um, how do we get her out now?" Julie nervously wonders.

"You or any other human can just drag the toe of your shoe through it. It'll break the circle."

"Cool!" Carlos readily drags his socked toe through the ash and Cora laughs as she steps out of the circle.

"So what happens now?" Alex asks, glancing between his newfound family a bit nervously.

"Now we find her a mentor," Derek says. "And a pack because without one-" he says, cutting off your dad, "it'll just be a matter of time before another werewolf comes looking. Or something worse."

"We, uh, we know a Spark," you say, glancing at Derek who gives you a nod to continue. "Stiles. He's obnoxiously smart and powerful, and unfortunately he refuses to leave alpha McCall's side long term. But since we're basically in the same pack, he'll visit and help mentor Julie if we ask."

"What about a pack?" She frowns. "I don't want to join a bunch of strangers."

"Then join the Hale pack," Derek says after a beat. You and Cora look at him in surprise, but he only has eyes for your baby sister and dad. "We can locate further south so Julie doesn't have to leave anyone behind."

"Der, are you serious?" You shakily ask.

He glances at you and smirks. "Of course. We'll start house hunting if your sister agrees."

You glance at Julie and her eyes are wide. A moment passes and then she looks at you, a relieved smile taking over. "Yeah. Uh, yeah. I'll join if it's okay with my dad?"

Everyone looks at Ray. "Why do I get the feeling my grocery bill just got a whole lot higher?"

You, Cora, and Derek laugh. "Don't worry, dad. As alpha, it's Derek's job to provide for the pack."

Over the next couple of days, Derek and Ray spend a lot of time in Ray's office- the alpha filling in your dad about pack politics since Julie was still so young. Stiles has already been called, but he had a few things to take care of before he could make the trip down south. So until then, you, Derek, and Cora were going to be staying with your family. Derek took to searching for a new pack house while you and Cora happily told the younger generation about your favorite pack stories.

Julie, Ray, and Carlos have a chaperone everywhere they go, but surprisingly no one complains. You and Cora had to take a brief leave from school, citing family emergencies, and you spend the newfound time protecting your family.

Unfortunately, before Stiles can show up and lay protection wards around the house, the omega werewolf strikes again. Fortunately, however, your dad is with Carlos at one of his baseball games so they're not there to witness the brief brawl.

You and Cora are sitting on the back balcony, listening to Julie and the boys rehearse. Derek had gone for a quick jog around a few blocks, most likely scenting the area for anything out of the norm, and you were in charge of holding down the fort. But the comfort of your house and the fact that nothing had recently happened made you let your guard down, and the opposing werewolf was smart enough to stay down wind.

But then there's glass shattering, the music suddenly cuts out, and Julie's shout pierces through her still live microphone. Without second guessing yourselves, you and Cora get up and jump over the balcony railing. You both land in a crouch, faces immediately transformed, growling. You're quick to straighten up, running towards the studio and throwing open the door.

Julie is huddled into Alex's side with Reggie and Luke brandishing their guitars as weapons in front of them. The werewolf in question is nearly six feet tall with electric blue eyes and a lean build. He's more clean-cut than you remember, but it's the same wolf you saw inside your house. It's a quiet stare-off, but the moment your eyes track to the completely shattered bay windows at the back of the studio a snarl rips free.

"Walk towards us," Cora says. "Do not turn your back on him."

The moment Julie takes a step back, the other werewolf growls and shifts in agitation.

"Try it and you're dead," you seethe.

There's a moment of hesitation and then he's lunging. Cora lunges for the male werewolf while you lunge for your sister, you shoving her and Alex aside. Luke and Reggie are quick to poof out of the way, and then reappear at the couch where Alex and Julie are huddled together. The snarling of Cora and the other werewolf keeps you on edge, and you join your packmate in clawing and shoving, and making sure you do not damage your mom's beloved studio too much.

You and Cora receive a few blows and gashes of your own, but Julie's frantic heartbeat has the two of you fighting for her. You try to fight with all your might, but you know you're in trouble when you and Cora both show obvious signs of tiring whereas the male werewolf still looks as anxious as ever to get his hands on your sister.

A mistake on your part has the male werewolf taking the upper hand, he kicking Cora away and grabbing you by your throat. The sudden action startles you and your lack of air makes you panic. So instead of using your full strength to break his hold, you claw at the hand squeezing your throat.

"Stop. Stop!" Julie pleads.

But her cries fall on deaf ears and it takes the roar of an alpha to startle the male werewolf into dropping you. 

As you gasp for air and scramble towards your sister, you look towards the studio doors to see Derek standing there with glowing red eyes. Derek, half transformed, is completely more terrifying than either you or Cora, and even though you're part of Derek's pack you can't help the uptick of your heartbeat at the power radiating off him.

"The girl is under protection of the McCall-Hale pack," Derek growls. "In fact, this entire territory is now ours. You have until sunrise to be gone or I'll rip your throat out with my teeth if any of us ever see you again."

The werewolf has the audacity to growl at Derek, but you and Cora are quick to flank your alpha. The two of you growl threateningly behind his back and as the opposing werewolf glances between the three of you, he grunts and slowly backs away towards the window he'd thrown himself through.

The second he's gone, Derek leans towards Cora. "Follow him. Make sure he leaves." A growl rumbles from her chest to show she understands and a moment later she's disappearing out the same damaged window. Derek takes a deep breath and let's it out before looking over at your sister. "You okay?"

Reggie blinks and then huffs softly. "Well I think I ghost peed a little, but I'm fine."

"Same, dude," Luke nods. "That was intense."

Your werewolf features fade as you fail to contain your laugh, Alex then glancing over at his friends. "You guys are so lucky you can play instruments and sing."

Julie giggles and you step forward to lean against Derek's arm. "I'm pretty sure Der was talking to my sister."

"Oh."

"Oh."

"I'm fine," Julie says. "But he's not- he won't come back, will he?"

"Not unless he wants an alpha to rip him to shreds," you tell her.

"I'm gonna follow after Cora and make sure the rogue is gone. You good here?"

You glance up at Derek and nod. "Yeah. We're good." Derek smirks at you and you roll your eyes, nudging him to go. After a moment he jogs out of the studio, no doubt following Cora's scent. Someone clears their throat and you glance back at your far too amused sister. "What?"

"So.." she drawls, "care to explain what that just was?"

"What what was?" You ask.

Luke starts to smile. "You totally have a thing for the scary wolf." Alex and Reggie eagerly nod in agreement.

"What? I do not."

"You totally do," Julie says.

"Oh whatever." You roll your eyes, willing yourself not to blush or smile. You'd be damned if you let them in on that particular secret crush, even though you were pretty sure it was mutual. "We have more important things to discuss like fixing the window and informing dad of what went on without freaking him out."

Julie's smile slowly fades. "Are things always going to be intense like what we just saw?"

"I hate to break it to you, baby girl, but yes. Sometimes worse."

"Oh great."

"But you're going to be a total badass," you assure her as you walk towards her. You kneel in front of her, taking her hands in your own. "Stiles is the best and he will make sure you know everything to protect yourself and those close to you. And besides, you'll have three badass werewolves just a few blocks over. You won't be alone."

"Are you sure? I'm still kind of young. I don't want to put your pack in any danger."

You shake your head. "You won't. I don't mean to brag, but the Hale name carries some weight. Scott kind of made a name for himself as well, so when everyone finds out you're under our protection it'll be okay. Trust me, sis. It won't always be this scary."

"Well as long as you're positive."

"I am. Now come on." You let go of her hands and pat the tops of her thighs as you stand. "Let's go find something to eat and call Stiles. We'll see if he can speed up his trip out here."

[readythefanons]

Ouroboros: fics you read over and over and over

Happy Writers Appreciation Month (event info link). For today I am tackling the prompt, "Ouroboros: you just finished reading, and you're already starting it again, and again, and again..."

To be candid, when I saw this prompt nothing for FE3H came to mind, so today I'm doing a few beloved fics from other fandoms. This is by no means a comprehensive list--I am always rereading something, but these have stuck with me even as I've changed fandoms

1. "It's Insanity, but..." by rosepetals42.

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rating: M

Ships: Derek/Stiles

Approximate Length: 79K*

The doorbell interrupts what had turned out to be quite the epic shoe hunt but, really, he’s grateful for the break. Or at least, he is until he heads down the stairs to grab the door, trips over a stuff animal of some kind, bashes his head on the wall and barely manages to catch himself from falling down the entire flight of stairs. As with all things, Stiles would like to state, for the record, that this is Scott’s fault.

Or: Scott and Stiles are raising seven children. Derek is the entertainer they hire for a birthday party (not a clown though, he's very specific on that fact.)

*This is one of those fics that is marked as complete, and it's totally satisfying as-is, but you should subscribe anyway juuuuust in case the author comes back and adds another chapter :)

This is maybe my favorite "we adopted a bunch of kids" fic of all time. In theory, the main narrative is how Derek meets Stiles, and they start to date, but in practice it's about how Derek meets Stiles-and-his-whole-pack-family and gets folded into the pack.

Stiles and Scott are co-parents, they have seven kids they adopted. It started with an orphaned kid they found who was a werewolf, and once they adopted the first one the others... happened. Their family is a mix of humans and werewolves, multiple ages and ethnicities.

I really admire how the author manages to give all the kids their own personality and their own relationship with Stiles and Scott (and Derek) and each other without them feeling flat or like caricatures. Seriously, give this fic a read, it's like a masterwork if you're into foundfamily kidfic.

Also despite the premise, and despite the fact that this fic is on the lighter-and-softer end of the spectrum, the emotional weight and complexity of the characters' situations--the kids' traumas, the stress of being an untraditional family and living in a society, trying to have a relationship with someone who really has their own family already--is still there, but it's handled gently and kindly and I just LOVE THIS FIC. Ahem. Go read it :)

(Bonus fanfic rec: literally any of the teenwolf fics by KouriArashi. Like, damn. I love all their stuff. "Adult Wolf" and "Divided We Stand" get special shout-outs. In Adult Wolf, Sheriff Stilinski gets bitten instead of Scott, so the whole series unfolds very differently. "Divided We Stand" is excellently written in every way. It has plot and adventure, and there is romance and feels, and there's character growth, AND it's the first in a series. 11/10, always recommend).

2. "Love is for Children" by Ysabetwordsmith.

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) / Avengers

Rating: Gen

Ships: none/gen, but plenty of strong non-romantic relationships

Approximate length: 16.5K*

Phil Coulson is SHIELD's best handler for a reason: he can deal with the broken people that nobody else can manage but desperately need anyway. So he comes up with an unusual teambuilding technique to shore up the Avengers.

*This is the first fic in a series, and it works as a standalone too.

Alright, so: the Avengers basically all had some kind of terrible childhood, yes? In this fic, Phil Coulson (handler extraordinaire and admirably competent caretaker) manages to convince the Avengers to try nonsexual ageplay as a way to sort of... go back and fix the things they wish had been different. He doesn't call it that to their faces, but that's what they're doing.

I've never really read any other fic like this. I've read other nonsexual ageplay fics, but this one is The One for me.

There is something very comforting and pleasant about reading about people who have been through difficult, traumatic events getting cared for, and the fact that this takes place outside of a romantic or sexual relationship makes it special (at least, compared to the sort of fics I generally read).

The author's notes are also a treat, with lots of links and information.

3. Promstuck: A homestuck adventure (with prom) by shelby, urbananchorite, and cephied_variable

fandom: homestuck

rating: T

ships: multi. John/Karkat, Terezi/Dave, Rose/Kanaya

Approximate length: ??? upwards of 22K.

This is a story about love. This is a story about betrayal. Of heterosexuality, Heee Haw, and growing up.

This is a story about prom.

OH MY GOD, Promstuck. *ascends to the heavens*

This fic is just so fun. You can just tell, sometimes, when the creator(s) of a thing had fun making the thing. The enthusiasm and joy is infectious.

Alright. Ahem. This piece features art as well as the narrative itself. It is silly, but it also wraps up in a satisfying way. The art is just great, the writing is unhinged-fun, and the narrative voice is fantastic. (Note about the narrative voice: it's not trying to sound like Homestuck, it's its own thing, and it's awesome)

I only hope that someday, I can write something as joyously unhinged as promstuck :D Even writing up this description is making me smile

[lettersofwrittencollective]

After the Last City (3)

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Word Count: 1352

Warnings: Angst

Summary:  The most beautiful sound in the world

Prompt: How about a death cure fic where Thomas and everyone else thought y/n died amid the chaos of the city falling. The last time anyone saw her was when Thomas ran off after having killed Newt and she never made it back to the Berg. They get a sos radio call about a month latter where it’s her contacting them letting them know that she survived. She was injured and has no way of making it to the safe haven. Now they have to travel back to the fallen city to rescuer her from the cranks and what is left of civilization. - Courtesy of @fox-in-a-mousetrap-8​

A/N: I tried something new, hope you guys enjoy this! Gif credit to the oh so wonderful @dylinski​ Thank you so much for letting me use it babe! I normally

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It didn’t take long to find Vince. 

He had been in the gardens with Newt earlier but had apparently gone to check on what some of the builders were doing in the local forest. 

When they found the older man, Thomas quickly explained what he wanted to do and why he wanted to do it. Surprisingly, Vince had agreed, almost instantly, Y/N being one of the people he’d always had a soft spot for. The reality was that she had that effect on everyone and Thomas had never been so grateful for it before. 

Plans were quickly made. He would go with Newt, Gally, Minho, Vince, Frypan, Sarah, Michael, Ruben, Brenda and Jorge. They would leave Aris and Harriett in charge here. 

Then it came time to sit down and actually make the plan. 

The group that was going, Aris and Harriet got together and started to work on what the plan would get you back in his arms. 

“I say we sail here,” Vince pointed out a very familiar spot on the map. 

It was the inlet for the compound they’d used to hide the kids from WICKED last time. When they had planned to save Minho but failed… 

“We can’t be sure that WICKED hasn’t taken over,” Gally pointed out.

“Then we’ll find somewhere else,” Thomas grit out, turning to glare at the man, “but we are not giving up on Y/N.”

“Relax Greenie,” Gally surrendered with a raise of his hands, “No one’s saying that we do that. I’m just pointing out we need to be sure that we can even land We won’t do her any good if we manage to get caught ourselves.”

Glaring at the other boy, Thomas looked over to the map. He hated that he knew that Gally was right. Looking over the map, he traced the shores of where it was that Vince had proposed they land. 

There really wasn’t a better place to land. They would have to find a way to make this work. 

He could hear  Vince, Gally and Newt talking about different options they could try. 

Vince was trying to figure out if maybe there would be a better time to go. He’d tried to suggest waiting a few months butThomas had immediately shot the idea down. There was no way that he was going to hold off on getting back to you. 

As they talked, he realized he knew where they needed to land. 

Quickly, he told them his idea and the group of them moved back and forth, refining the idea until they came up with something that everyone seemed to agree on. 

It took them a few hours, but eventually they came up with something solid. They would sail out and drop anchor about 12 miles offshore, enough to ensure that if anyone was in the camp, they wouldn’t be able to see the ship. At that point, Thomas, Vince, and Newt would wait for dark before taking one of the smaller boats and they would make their way to shore.. 

Once the three of them made sure that the area wasn’t run over by Wicked or Cranks, that it was safe, Thomas and Newt would stay while VInce went back to grab the others and bring them in leaving Sarah, Michael, and Ruben on the larger ship to keep it safe. 

It was a solid plan that Thomas was looking forward to and the sooner that they got to it, the better. 

The problem came with the ship itself… apparently while working on the ships radio, Thomas had failed to notice that the ship itself was in desperate need of repairs.

 Barnacles had managed to overgrow on the hull of the ship and they had to take the time to not only kill the arthropods but also scrape them off. Something they could only do during the low tide. 

In addition to that, some of the gearing had needed to be greased. 

The good thing? The ship had everything they needed to get it back in working order. It was just a matter of doing the manual work. 

Thomas had gone at it alone at first. A habit from days past. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t think that he wouldn’t get help if he asked for it. It was that it never occurred to him to actually ask the others for help. 

Newt and Frypan had joined him in the first hour, helping him carry freshwater from one of the inland rivers. 

Gally had brought some of the builders and they all took turns rotating between who would scrape the barnacles. Gally was always working on the hull, along with two other builders. 

Frustrated with the pace at which things were moving, he had wanted to snap at Gally but had to remind himself that the Haven still needed to be put together. That they were building something for the future. 

It did nothing for his mood though. 

He found himself getting more and more anxious. The few times that he would join the others for chow, he couldn’t help the feeling of restlessness. 

His leg would bounce, his hands couldn’t stay still, no matter what he did, it was like his body knew that the sooner he got this done, the sooner he would get you back. 

Working with the others, thankfully, it had taken less than a month to get the ship back up and running. Still, the month had felt like it had dragged on longer than he liked. 

But, eventually, they were on their way. 

He lost track of time while they were on the ship. Sitting on the roof above the helm, his eyes kept searching the horizon for the first sign that they’d arrived.  

The trip back to the inlet had felt like it had taken months longer than the trip to the safe haven. He’s sure it’s because he’s anxious to have her back, but it doesn’t stop the frustration. 

He pulls out a letter, one that he had written just in case things went bad. The letter bore the deepest parts of him, at least, as far as he knew how to express them.  In it he’d told her about how he felt… How he was sorry that he wasn’t there with her. 

He told her of the day he realized just how much he loved her and he listed off just some of the few things about her that never failed to take his breath away. 

Like the way she bit her lip when she was concentrating. 

The way her eyes lit up like the night sky when she learned something new. 

Or how your body would practically vibrate with whatever emotion you felt. 

As the days pass, he finds himself either on the roof of the helm, reading the letter over and over again or in the radio room. Each time he reads the note, he begs whatever diety may be listening to bring you back to him. Eventually, he spends most of his time in the radio room, making calls for his girl. The closer they get, the more he makes calls out. 

The calls are made for Marina. 

He hadn’t understood it when the name first occurred to him and to this day he isn’t sure what caused it but the first time he’d called her Duchess it had felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

As they continued, Thomas tried time and time again but each time received no response. 

He couldn’t even remember how many times he’d called but nothing was heard back. No one was responding. 

Groaning, he tossed the the mouthpiece down and began to storm out of the small room. 

A crackling sound caught his attention, however, and he turned around. It was the first time that  he had gotten anything out of the damned contraption.

He waited a moment when the static became more intense. 

Making his way back towards the radio, his heart stops as he hears the most beautiful sound in the world. 

“Tommy… Please tell me you can hear me?”

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Posted21January 2020

[raksh-writes]

Healthy eating habits

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Nogitsune/Stiles Stilinski

Word count: ~2000

Read on AO3 here

Guys, I don't even know.

I've been writing a long, multi-chaptered Voiles fic for weeks now and wanted to share something so badly - it's probably the reason for this thing. It came to me while I was eating spaghetti and reading other fics, so, go figure. I laughed my ass off, then wrote it in one sitting.

Now, finally, I could contribute something to this lovely ship that took over my life. No beta, this is barely edited, all mistakes are my own, swearing up ahead, etc. Let me know if I should tag something more!

Enjoy, hope you'll like it!

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His dad was not getting away with it. Not now, not ever. Sneaking fries behind Stiles’ back, roping his deputies - side Parrish, because he was firmly with Stiles’ on this, thank you very much - into bringing him burgers, and even fried himself bacon when he thought Stiles wouldn’t notice. But the sheriff must’ve forgotten just who his son was, and who he had by his side, mind you, to think Stiles wouldn’t find out and do something about it. Because he would and he’ll be damned if he won’t see it through.

Which is why right now he’s standing in the sheriff’s office, staring him down into eating that kale salad. The whole thing.

„I’ll get every single deputy here on this getting-my-dad-healthy-food-because-he-has-heart-problems if you won’t eat it now,” he threatened, arms crossed, the picture of meaning-serious-business, as his dad looked doubtfully into his bowl. „It’s not that bad, for Christ’s sake! There’s even chicken there!”

„But kale’s not real food, son, it’s for rabbits, not humans.”

Stiles only stared harder - or rather - glared harder, jaw working tightly not to start yelling at his dad. It was serious, goddammit! But his dad still refused to touch the kale, spoiled as he was these past weeks with burgers and fries - and oh, was Stiles getting a talk with those deputies, oh they were getting it for sure, he’ll even rope Parrish into it, hell, he’ll even-

„Eat it, dad, or I will get Void to make you.”

Noah looked up at this, absolutely horrified and betrayed, which only made for the irritation in Stiles’ chest to grow, with just a little side of glee. Which may be what tipped his shadow off.

„Get me to what?”

They both startled, even though Stiles should’ve been used to Void appearing from out of nowhere, all easy nonchalance and amusement, always, without a fault, looking at Stiles like he wanted to eat him. And, okay, maybe he didn’t appear from nowhere but the shadows in the corners, but still - he wasn’t there, then a blink later he was. How one could even get used to that? Stiles also promptly ignored the fact that he was just too occupied with being frustrated at his dad to notice the tale tell sign of Void coming, a small, shivery tingle along their connection that never really got old.

„Make my dad eat healthy,” he finally answered after gathering his wits and shooing away the little thrill in his gut at seeing the look in Void’s dark eyes. That, too, never really got old.

The demon made a barely there, little sound in the back of his throat, something close to thoughtful, as he stepped right into Stiles’ personal space and got all up into his neck, nose and cheek rubbing against him, absolutely not caring about the abomination of an expression going on the sheriff’s face. So of course that’s the reason why Stiles has flushed bright red and hot, not the way he needed to fight delighted shivers with his whole body - he just about hated how much he loved Void doing that, scenting him, marking, reaffirming the highway of a bond, thrumming with want and content. But he was doing it this intimately exactly because of his dad’s torment at the sight, so after few seconds Stiles had to nudge Void in the side, fighting both embarrassment creeping up his face and arousal stirring in his gut. Not a good combination, not at all. And although Void got the message, thank fuck, the cheeky bastard just had to go and nip at his skin, right under the ear, teeth too sharp, cool lips and hot breath, before retreating to a more safe distance. It was, in fact, nowhere near safe. Stiles was just about ready to drag Void out, give him the lecture that would get cut in half for a much different purpose, but he was on a mission, goddammit, and he was seeing it through no matter what.

„I could make kale taste like fries,” Void suggested, though, and Stiles’ mind screeched to a halt.

„You can do that?”

„Of course I can, darling, you’d still doubt me now?”

It was downright dirty teasing, using that raspy, amused tone, but Stiles refrained from taking the bait, pursed his lips and then turned to his dad. Anything he wanted to say died on his lips at the sight of the sheriff, his face contorted in something hard to name. It was both hilarious and a little guilt-inducing, because Stiles knew exactly what was going through his dad’s head.

First, the I should’ve killed the thing long ago, then the astonished, confused realization the thing wasn’t that bad, then acceptance that it lived among them now, somewhat peacefully, attached to his son, which prompted the thought of Stiles essentially dating the demon - at which point the sheriff’s mind short-circuited, most of the times, deciding he was too old for that and his son could make his own damn choices. And Stiles really couldn’t blame him, his own mind sometimes still shut down at that thought, especially when Void’s hand pointedly rested at his hip, light, but firm, in a way too fucking hot and possessive, more than it had any right to be. The bastard just knew too well how to work Stiles up. Fuck.

After about half a minute of the sheriff staring at them with that long-suffering, what did I do wrong to deserve this punishment, kinda look, he let out the longest sigh, then slumped at his desk.

„You could do that?” he asked finally, all the fight gone.

Oh, okay, Stiles could get behind that. Catching the little smirk on Void’s lips only made the small ball of glee in his chest to grow.

„Try it out and see, Sheriff,” his shadow said, easily, nonchalant, forgoing the smug undertone usually there - and Stiles was thankful for that. This wasn’t about railing his dad up, but keeping him healthy.

So, with breath held back, Stiles watched him eye the kale for a second, dubious, then taking a bite - and promptly staring at the kale with something close to wonder. And, okay, now Void was smirking, but that was totally warranted, the ball of glee just about exploded in his own chest.

„Yes, great, this is great! Now, eat it all, dad, from now on kale is your best friend,” he flaunted, victorious despite not contributing to it that much, but the somehow resigned smile on the sheriff’s face and him reaching for more was quite enough reason for it to feel like an absolute win. „Wait. Can you make veggie burgers taste like meat, then?” That wouldn’t be asking too much, wasn’t it?

Void hummed, low in his throat, the glee coming down the connection not just Stiles’ now.

„Done.”

He could just about kiss him for that, and by the look in those black eyes, Void would like nothing less, but still - his dad’s there. No kissing in front of the sheriff, that was the one rule. So, later.

All raised brows and full on grin, Stiles turned to his dad and waited for that tell tale sigh to cut through the air.

„Alright, you win,” the sheriff relented, getting more on his fork, there you go. „I’m okay with that.”

„Good answer.” Stiles was possibly beaming at this point, wholly not caring about it too. „Now eat, I’ll see you later.”

And he was dragging Void out of the office with the answering goodbye following them out - some weeks before it’d be accompanied by a suspicious glare, but now the sheriff resigned himself to ignoring that particular thing all together. Which suited Stiles just fine, he’d rather die than have his dad know anything of those kind of... things. There was a reason why his room had all the sealing off and silencing runes he could manage to put up.

No one paid them any attention as they walked through the station, Void invisible - for obvious reasons, looking too much like Stiles for it to not be suspicious - to anyone not Stiles or Parrish, who only nodded at them shortly in acknowledgment, receiving same nods back, even from the demon. There was nothing close to friendship there, Stiles wasn’t even sure if Void could form those, but there was at least something close to respect there, which thank fuck for, he didn’t need his friends fighting him on that one. Just, no. They wouldn’t win. A losing battle from the beginning if there ever was one. And Stiles wasn’t afraid to admit it anymore. The fact that Void seemed content enough to just exist beside his friends, only tormenting them with some non-harmful pranks and his overall smug-bastardness, ‘cause chaos and strife and what-not, helped immensely. What a life Stiles led, honestly.

Getting into his jeep, ignoring just how eager he was to get home, Stiles couldn’t help but notice that the smirk was still present - and it was just a tad bit more vicious than normal, which-

„Okay, why are you smiling like that? What more did you do?”

Because that, that made him suspicious right away. And the clear amusement in Void’s tone was doing nothing to soothe it.

„Your dad’s going to order fries now, to compare the taste, isn’t he?”

Stiles blinked, the thought not occurring to him before just now, but-

„Yeah, probably, so what of it?”

The way Void looked at him then, all smugness and sharp smirk, did something really funny and squirmy hot to Stiles’ insides.

„Well, little fox, I’m afraid he may find that, for some reason, the fries started to taste like kale.”

And Stiles’ brain, just, blue-screened for a second, watching the utter glee on his shadow’s face. The absolute-

„Fucking genius.” How did he never thought of that? „Oh my god, this is so evil. Fucking brilliant.”

Still in wonder, Stiles started up the jeep and pulled away from the station, head shaking a bit at the possibly best prank ever - and it would make his dad eat healthy, fucking finally! Maybe he could ask Void to-

„Don’t even dare trying that on me.”

He’d kill him, he would, especially because the bastard just started to chuckle at him, that low, raspy sound that was too fucking nice to hear.

„I’ll think about it.”

Then the demon was right up in his personal space, sharp teeth tracing up along his neck to stop just under his ear, nibble, just a little, lick it over, make a too-hot shiver travel all over Stiles’ body, then he fucking smiled and bit down, hard-

Stiles just barely managed not to swerve off the road, a startled sound choked somewhere in his lungs.

„Or you could try and persuade me otherwise,” Void downright purred in his ear, nipping at the skin, teeth just on the edge of too sharp, and Stiles had to wrestle him into the passenger seat with one hand to avoid crashing.

„Fucking, don’t distract me while I’m driving!”

Void chuckled yet again, as he spread himself comfortably, all amused smirks and lazy content with the way Stiles was squirming in his seat. The absolute audacity.

„I hate you sometimes,” he grumbled half-heartedly, glaring at his shadow from the corner of his eyes, pointedly ignoring that little thrill along his spine.

„Of course you do, little fox.” Void leaned closer, spread his arm over the back of the seats until he could thread cool fingers through Stiles’ hair, curling in the strands in that same gentle-yet-firm, downright possessive gesture. „You can show me all about how much you love me at home, kitten.”

The ramrod-hot shiver that run down Stiles’ spine in that second just about tore the groan out from his lips.

And the demon only smirked further, but didn’t take his hand away, brushing his thumb behind Stiles’ ear. So Stiles shut his jaw, tightened his hold on the steering wheel, and went straight home. Crossing one or two too many speed limits, but-

No one had to know.

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[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi you amazing people! I'm in a mighty need of fics where stiles have a pet, preferably a dog, wolf, fox or the likes but any kind of pet. I adore the thought of pet!dad!Stiles. Shipping wise I prefer Sterek or Steter. Thank you in advance!

Here you go @cosenangel! And we have a tag!- Anastasia

BunBun the Destroyer by DomesticatedChaos

(1/1 I 554 I General I Sterek)

Derek gets a pet. It's not what anyone expects.

Running With Cats by HaleHole (SweetFanfics)

(1/1 I 3,644 I General I Sterek)

“I am not mad about the cats not liking me."

Waving the words away like he was trying to get some irritating fly out of his face, Stiles replied. “Yeah right. I saw you when you tried to pick one of em up and it hissed at you. The only time you make that face is when you wake up, come down for breakfast and the Fruit Loops box is empty."

Derek wanted to deny it, it was written all over his face. Stiles wanted to bounce in glee, (oh hell screw it, he bounced on his heels anyways), wondering just how far he would manage to push his luck with the Alpha this time. ‘Let him crack, let him crack, let him crack like an egg for brownies.’ He chanted inside his head, keeping a wary eye on the hands that seemed two seconds away from sprouting claws.

The Heart May Be A Lonely Hunter, But the Cat Isn't Anymore by BarlowGirl

(1/1 I 4,611 I Teen I Sterek)

“Kind of an ugly thing, isn’t it?” Stiles asks.

Derek turns a glare on him. “Why are you even here?”

Stiles grins. “Because you plus a kitten is hilarious, Danny Zuko,” he says, reaching over and scratching the kitten’s neck.

The thing takes a swipe at him and takes a chunk of his arm with it. Stiles jolts backwards, trips over his own feet, and ends up on his ass on the floor.

Derek looks back at Deaton. “How would I go about keeping her?”

Or: The one where Derek gets a kitten because of reasons.

Hale's Home for Strays by Sourwolf and Stilinski (Kitsune_Moonstar)

(1/1 I 6,254 I Teen I Sterek)

In which adopting a puppy sets off a chain of events in Derek Hale's life that he's not going to complain about.

Puppy Love by Jerakeen

(1/1 I 7,185 I Teen I Sterek)

"You stole half the dogs in town," his dad says, hands on his hips. "I should arrest you."

"They're in protective custody," Stiles corrects him. He's trying to sound serious, but it's almost impossible when you have a Pomeranian eating your hair.

Rudimentary Care of the B. Splendens for the Uninitiated by suburbanmotel

(1/1 I 8,086 I Mature I Sterek)

I don’t know what to do with you.

Or:

Stiles has a pet fish. Who knew.

Best in Show by thegirlgrey

(1/1 I 8,911 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek adopts a cat. Or a cat adopts Derek. It all depends on who’s telling the story really.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

(31/31 I 203,776 I Mature I Sterek)

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

*

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

[cinematicnomad]

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001. how long ago did you start reading fanfiction? writing fanfiction? oh man. i’m not sure exactly but my memory is that i started reading fanfic in 8th grade when i was 13 and living in south florida. and i started writing my own fanfic that summer (2005) that i turned 14. sooo...i’ve been reading and writing fanfic for 15+ years??? oh damn. 

007. do you prefer to read short fics or long fics? LONG FICS!! literally the first thing i do when i discover a new fandom or ship is to search through ao3 by word count. i just really love to settle in and read something long (and i’m talking...crazy long. i have read fics that are over 1,000,000 words before and i fucking love it). 

011. how do you come up with your fic titles? oh basically all of my fic titles are from songs. so show me (family) is from the song ho hey by the lumineers. take my hand (take my everything) is from slip away by perfume genius. taste my beating heart is from howl by florence +the machine. some of my older fic titles are just grabbed from the body of the story. 

the only interesting story is from: hands split and bless on curving man. that title comes from this outdoor book festival i stumbled across in london? and they had this archway that you could walk through and people were taping together pieces of paper with different words on them and hanging the chains from the ceiling of the archway. which meant that when you walked through it you were literally walking through poetry. “hands split and bless on curving man” was the poem i strung together and hung, and then eventually i used it for a supernatural fic framed around the winchester family and their hands. 

032. copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. what fics do they come from?

But now, the apartment dark as the sun has set outside, the only noise the sound of Chris’ movie filtering up into the loft, Eddie feels like he’s intruding on something. Like he shouldn’t be here, in this moment, in this space, where Buck is at his most vulnerable.  —so show me (family)

[Claudia] died the same way Stiles was born. Swaddled in hospital blankets, in the arms of the two people who loved her most in the world. —a little better

[Mary]’s never there. Hasn’t been since Dean’s world went up in flames and his sense of self disappeared into the night sky to be replaced with the baby in his arms.  —gentle caress

034. how much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? what do you think your readers’ image of you is? sometimes it depends. in my most recent fic so show me (family) i put A LOT of my own experiences into the story. specifically most of buck’s injuries and childhood experiences (check: i’ve fallen down a flight of stairs multiple times, once drunkenly at a party trying to lean against a wall that wasn’t there and once stone cold sober carrying a vacuum cleaner that resulted in a broken face. in high school my friends and i got caught drinking in the woods on private property and escaped the cops by running into the trees. i broke my elbow as a kid and (unlike buck) i told my parents immediately but we waited a night before taking me to a hospital. and i chose to start going by my nickname in 9th grade and didn’t give my parents a heads up before they went to a back to school event). 

in taste your beating heart there’s a throwaway line about how stiles “brought home a dead raccoon when he was six and asked if he could keep it” which is kIND OF GNARLY but based on a story of me when i was 5 petting a dead opposum in our backyard because i thought it was a sleeping dog and asked my dad if it could be our pet. SO. 

i’m sure there’s more out there but those are the examples that stick out in my head right now.

039. what’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on? i think i’ve got an ear for dialogue. growing up i always liked to kind of daydream fake conversations between me and my crushes or celebrities i liked or whoever. and i donno, i just feel like over time i’ve gotten to know the rhythm of conversations and such? sometimes i’ll read fics and the conversation can feel stilted or overly written and i’m sure my dialogue isn’t perfect but it’s something i don’t have a hard time with. sometimes when i’m writing a scene the dialogue will come to me so fast i’ll end up just writing down all the dialogue in a rush and then go back and fill the prose in later. (that’s what happened with the eddie+maddie scene in take my hand (take my everything)). 

fic writer ask game

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Fanfiction Questions meme

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Oh, geez... I’ve been involved in so many fandoms, LOL. I don’t really know if I can/should name them all. I’ll give you the ones (ONLY OTPs - doesn’t mean I don’t ship other things, too) I can think of off the top of my head.

Kiba/Hinata (Naruto), Fakir/Ahiru (Princess Tutu), Stiles/Derek (Teen Wolf), Kirito/Lisbeth (Sword Art Online), Harry/Hermione (Harry Potter), Goku/Bulma (Dragon Ball), Yusuke/Botan (Yu Yu Hakusho), Todoroki/Izuku (BNHA), (better!)Bakugo/Uraraka (BNHA), Toph/Aang (ATLA), and Adrien/Marinette (Miraculous Ladybug)!

7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in.

(This isn’t meant to be hate on the ships I name! I just don’t ship them, that’s all! Ship and let ship! ;))

Naruto/Sasuke (Naruto), Kirito/Asuna (Sword Art Online), Ron/Hermione (Harry Potter), Harry/Ginny (Harry Potter), Goku/Chichi (Dragon Ball), Yusuke/Keiko (Yu Yu Hakusho), Bakugo/Izuku (BNHA), and Aang/Katara (ATLA).

19. Is there a ship (in your current fandom) which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

I’m not sure I have a ‘current fandom’ since I live for, like, everything at once, but maybe technically Naruto would be it?

In that case (again, no offense to anyone - and removing the ‘I wish I could get behind’ part ‘cause I do not), NaruSasu. I just...don’t get it? At all? Maybe it’s the ‘what could have been’s or whatever, but when you just take the series at face value, that relationship is...really icky, at least to me, and that’s putting it lightly. It’s so damn unhealthy, especially for poor Naruto. They were never even friends, Sasuke always treated him like shit, and yet...?! *throws hands at half+ of OG series and virtually all of Shippuden* IDK, man. Something’s weird there, and I don’t like it. Can’t support that. Naruto deserves better, damn it. (*casually links her Naruto AU fic where he DOES get better (in more ways than one), TYVM*)

20. Any ships (in your current fandom) which you surprised yourself by liking?

Going with Naruto again, so. Hmm... I guess maybe Kankuro/Tenten? I didn’t even know that was a ship until a friend showed me a really good fic, and I was hooked! lol.

Another might be KakaObi, but only in AUs where Obito survives the cave in and gets out with Kakashi and Rin and recovers, continuing to be the sweetheart he is instead of the ass he turned out to be in canon. Because he, too, deserved better, damn it!

Another is one I might have made up, not sure (mostly in the context of my Naruto AU, NGL), lol: Karin/Shikamaru! It makes sense and there are lots of compelling reasons when you break it down! You know, 'cause Shikamaru would need (or probs at least prefer) someone on his smarts level, and she's a genius, too, just in a different way. And once she mellows out, Karin's really cool, and (in my AU) she grows to eventually adore Naruto (actually fights to defend/protect him in the Pein arc!), and anyone who loves Naruto is good in Shikamaru's book! lol. Plus, she can tell him when he has his genius brain twisted in too many directions, tell him he's being an idiot and help him figure things out in her different way. lol. IDK, I like it!

30. What inspires you to write?

I just...love writing?? I’ve wanted to be an author since I was 8-9 years old, started writing when I was 11, and I’ve been writing ever since! I’m 27 now! I’ve had a few dry spells, ofc, but I always end up coming back! I just feel like writing is in my blood (partly because, I like to joke, my last name is the title of one of Shakespeare’s plays, haha)!

Pretty much anything can inspire me to write, though. I’ll see a pretty flower and be like “OOH, that flower could feature perfectly in this chapter in this way!” and then write 1k about that! lol. Or I could read a review of one of my new chapters and end up thinking of something I’d never considered before and then write almost 3k on that alone (looking at you, middle section of Ch 6 of my Naruto AU, lol)!

Basically, if it sparks joy, I’m gonna write something! X’D

31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

Nicest?? Hmm... I mean, I’ve had a lot of things said about my writing... Not sure I can really narrow it down? lol.

I guess the nicest things I’ve ever been told are when I make people cry (espec multiple times!) and actually feel the emotions the characters are feeling, that the characters and their development feel so real that it’s like they’re real people instead of fictional/they’re written so much better than the creator himself wrote them. (Been getting those a lot on my Naruto AU, actually. lol.)

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

I tend to prefer silence while I write, but sometimes, my house is loud and people keep breaking my concentration (house of 5, lots of animals, not the quietest, lol), I sometimes listen to music. I usually prefer instrumental, and then usually Naruto or Wolf’s Rain (sometimes Princess Tutu, too) instrumental tracks. The Naruto one I like best also has rain sounds mixed in, which is great because I love the sound of rain! Woo! (Here’s a link to that one if anyone else wants in on this! ;))

39. What is your greatest strength as a writer?

Emotions and getting into the nitty-gritty stuff therein. As an extremely visual, emotional writer, I’ve always been able to feel the emotions of the characters pretty much exactly how they’re feeling it in the moment and then put it on paper. I also make people cry a lot with my writing and get them to feel what the characters do, so that’s awesome! It’s always my goal to get my readers to feel things because then I feel like they’ve really connected with the story and characters I’ve written!

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

Transitions are dicks. Sometimes I struggle ‘cause it’s been, like, two seconds or five hours, and I don’t know how to show that, lol. If I can, espec with the last one, I just fade to black. lol.

Also, sometimes I feel like I use the same sentence structure a lot, mostly the ‘..., but...’ format (at least lately). It’s really annoying, and I worry my readers notice and get annoyed/think I suck because of it. lol.

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

“All the ways I say ‘I love you’” by Leonardo_Charles_BlueWood_21 (Fandom: Ninjago)

“Paradise Lost” by AnchoredTether (Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender (Zootopia-esque dark AU))

“where my armor ends” by dalniente (Fandom: She-Ra Princesses of Power)

“of cats and curses” by faerialchemist (Fandom: She-Ra Princesses of Power x Fruits Basket crossover)

“Mischief is its Own Reward” by dalniente (Fandom: Megamind)

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

I don’t really read Naruto fanfic too much anymore, so like...I guess, technically, another main fandom of mine right now is Fruits Basket, so: without a doubt, @kyosohmastan ! They’re my absolute favorite Fruits Basket fanfic author! Everyone’s so in character, the writing is so sweet and feelsy, steamy when it needs to be, and I really love the writing itself - it’s just so well done and beautiful and I die happily when they post a new fic or chapter? Ahhh! Plus, they’re just so nice and talented in so many ways, we have the same opinions on certain things (like Kakeru Manabe is Too Much(TM) for us, haha, no offense to those who like him! lol.), and I just really, really feel blessed to know and read their fics! Love them so! <3

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

I’m not sure which ship this is talking about? Hmm... But a ship I definitely think (have always thought) needs more attention is Kirito/Lisbeth from Sword Art Online! It’s so slept on, and that is a damn fucking shame because they’re so healthy and sweet and have so much more amazing potential than they’re given credit for (way freaking more than the actual canon couple, just sayin’, no offense to anyone who likes the pairing)! I have written a good few metas (and a fanfic) on the subject (some/most of which are on my Lisbeth RP blog, actually, lol)! If anyone wants to discuss/RP/anything involving this ship, please let me know! Would love it!

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

I’m not sure I have a favorite fic. But one that I always come back to (all of her (mostly G1) My Little Pony fics, actually - first found them when I was, like, 12, and have kept rereading over and over through the years, haha) is A Mother in Her Eyes by LoveLikeElena on FFN. It takes place in the author’s own MLP universe, but I love said universe so much, and her takes on the characters are amazing and so sweet! I love her look at the serious subjects that follow the characters through her ongong MLP series! <3

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Fanfic readers have become really, really lazy. No one reviews anymore, maybe leave a kudos here and there if you’re lucky (I have a major love-hate (more hate) relationship with kudos...), and it’s so, so, so discouraging to us writers! I wish they knew how it felt, to be honest, espec the ones you know are reading, but just...don’t comment. It’s ridiculously disheartening to work so hard on something for days, weeks, even months or years on something, only to get basically nothing in return. It’s like posting into the void, and it sucks ass. It’s part of what made me quit writing for a good few years, actually, and I’m so sad to see that it’s still a thing. I comment on everything I read because I know how it feels and how much it hurt! It hurts like hell, especially because I remember how it used to be just 6-8 years ago when everyone commented! I desperately pray the fanfic/content consuming world fixes that really soon or we might lose some really amazing writers! Please, even an emoji or keyboard smash! I don’t care, I’ll take anything (and I know I’m not the only one)! <3

[elysiumwaits]

Hey! If you’re still taking prompts, how about no. 71 - “I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” As for pairing, well, I don’t know about you, but that just positively screams Sterek at me! Thank you.😊

Did you want around 1k words of domestic, established relationship, feel-good fluffy nonsense? Cause that’s what you got. It’s officially part of my happy pack-as-family universe, so. Please enjoy.

Thursday Night Feature

On AO3

Stiles’ Thursday nights are sacred, especially now that he’s officially finished with high school and no longer required to be awake before ten on Friday mornings. They are reserved specifically for time with Derek - time that the pack is not to interrupt, barring life-threatening injuries, supernatural attacks they can’t handle on their own, kidnappings, and other extenuating circumstances. Sometimes, Derek and Stiles go out. Most of the time, though, they each put on their most comfortable sets of never-wear-in-front-of-people clothes and sit together on the couch to watch tv until they can’t keep their eyes open.

The pack has, between them: 

Four Hulu accounts (Isaac absolutely must have the latest SNL as soon as possible, or he gets cranky) 

Five Netflix accounts (Stiles has had one since they sent DVDs by mail)

Six Amazon Prime accounts (for the free shipping, primarily, but the streaming is a bonus - in addition, no one wants anyone else to see what they’re buying on Amazon, so everyone gets cranky about sharing)

Two CBS All Access accounts (Jackson and Stiles both have an unhealthy addiction to Star Trek: Discovery, but apparently can’t share an account like adults)

Two Crunchyroll accounts (Scott’s anime phase never ended, and, to the shock of everyone, neither did Peter’s)

And one Youtube Red account (It’s Scott’s, and though they laughed when he got it, they do use it on occasion).

All of these are completely accessible on Derek’s Roku, as well as Stiles’ XBox One, the pack Playstation 4, and Erica’s Apple TV - which are all hooked up to or can easily be hooked up to the not-obscene-but-pretty-damn-big television in Derek’s living room. 

Which is why it makes no sense that Stiles can’t find one single stupid thing to watch.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters to himself, clicking through yet another menu. “Did Netflix get rid of Moana?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m not watching it again.” Derek plops down next to Stiles, sets the cold sodas on the table and throws his arm over the back of the couch. “I still have ‘You’re Welcome’ stuck in my head.”

“It’s the best of the Revival Era Disney movies, Derek,” Stiles says, flipping through the animated movies. “I think they did! Those bastards. Now if I want to watch it, I have to put the DVD in instead of just pushing a button, and I think we both know that I’m way too lazy to be satisfied with that.”

If Stiles were to glance over, he would see the exasperated fondness written all over Derek’s face. It’s a pretty common expression, one that’s been nicknamed by the pack as the “Stiles Face,” and is apparently the most obvious indication of just how smitten Derek actually is over Stiles. Somehow, though, Stiles never seems to catch it - probably because it becomes less exasperated and more fond when Stiles actually looks at Derek. 

“Ugh, what’s on the list to watch later?” Stiles finally clicks away from the animation, dissatisfied with the offering. “I guess we could just watch Brooklyn 99?” 

Derek shakes his head, drops his arm off the back of the couch to curl around Stiles’ shoulder and nestle in a little closer. “You’re a full season ahead of me. We could keep going with Great British Baking Show.” 

The disgusted sound Stiles makes is obviously exaggerated, and completely offset by the way that he shamelessly tucks himself into Derek’s side. “Derek!” he cries dramatically. “If I watch Mary Berry critique a soggy-bottomed technical challenge, I will eat everything in your kitchen. And then, when I get home tomorrow, I’ll eat everything in my kitchen too!”

“Okay, then, what about Nailed It?” 

Stiles grins, then, all pretense of negativity gone. “Have I ever told you that your addiction to baking shows is adorable?”

Derek knocks his head back against the sofa, fighting a smile of his own. “You tell me every single Thursday.”

“It just really amuses me considering how much of a challenge baking is for you.” Stiles’ grin goes from enamored to shit-eating. “You could probably actually be on Nailed It, if you wanted.”

“Alright, no baking,” Derek says with a faux-annoyed growl and a grin he can’t quite hide. “Move over to Prime, we can watch the Star Trek movie with Zachary Quinto again.”

“Oh, now, that’s not fair,” Stiles snorts, clicking the buttons to lead him away from Netflix and over to the other streaming app. “You’re using my weaknesses against me. Just because I have a thing for his eyebrows - which, by the way, aren’t even really in the film - doesn’t mean that you get to use my love for this masterpiece of a reboot movie as foreplay.”

“I would never, Stiles,” Derek says, indulgently, as the movie starts up. “It doesn’t mean anything that we can’t even get through to the end without making out. Probably just a coincidence.”

“You’re damn right, it’s a coincidence.” The feeling of Derek’s shirt under his cheek is a familiar, comforting one. Stiles settles in, and knows for a fact that he won’t make it all the way through the movie this time either. Derek’s fingertips on the skin of his arm below the t-shirt sleeve are already far too distracting. “You know, I just like Zachary Quinto because his eyebrows remind me of yours. Hey, does that mean you’d make a good Vulcan?” Stiles rolls his head to shoot a winning grin at his boyfriend.

Derek looks at him, arching an eyebrow in a very unimpressed manner. “Well, Captain Stiles, I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” 

The fingertips that had so nicely been skating across Stiles’ arm descend very suddenly on Stiles’ ribs, and if there is one thing that Stiles has learned in the course of dating a werewolf, it is that supernatural strength and supernatural speed combine to make sure that he will never win a tickle fight. His only hope is to beg for mercy or distract, and so Stiles clambers onto Derek’s lap with a shriek of laughter and plants as big and sloppy of a kiss that he’s capable of on Derek’s lips (and actually also gets some of Derek’s nose, if he’s being honest). 

Derek’s hands curl around Stiles’ waist, fingers flexing in the threadbare fabric of his pizza slice pajama pants in a way that clearly says he will mightily object if Stiles tries to move now. Stiles bites back laughter as he lifts the hem of his t-shirt to wipe at Derek’s face and nose before giving in and dissolving into what could probably aptly be described as giggles. The werewolf tilts his face with a grin, and Stiles obliges, leaning forward and pressing a much more civil kiss to his mouth.

“We didn’t even make it through the destruction of the Kelvin,” Derek murmurs when Stiles pulls away, just far enough that Stiles can still feel the breath of Derek’s words against his own lips.

“I told you this movie was foreplay,” Stiles says, and kisses him again.

[revalis-flap]

for the ask thing: F, H, U, W, and/or X? whatever you're feeling up to answering! wishing you well xx

Thank you so very much for asking me these questions! It makes me really happy~! -^^- Let’s see,

F - What’s the longest you’ve been in a fandom?

I think the longest I’ve been in a fandom would be....almost 8 years. The Sterek fandom (yes, I’m counting Sterek as a fandom and not Teen Wolf, so sue me. They’re different, they really are!) I’ve been active in it since late 2012 and I still read fic, look at pictures, and follow Sterek blogs.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff?

I actually don’t have a preference for this at all. I’m not picky about where my source text comes from, if I like it I like it. My current obsession is a K-Drama, but I’ve been highly (maybe unhealthily?) obsessed with fandoms from American tv shows, Movies, Books, Manga, Western animation, Anime, all of it. When I was younger my favorite source text was definitely Anime/Manga, but as I’ve gotten older I’ve branched out (;

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms and why they’re your favorites.

Stiles (Teen Wolf) - I love Stiles because he’s witty, he makes me laugh, he’s a sarcastic little shit, but he’s also very loyal and caring. He may break the law on numerous occasions (and with your dad being the Sheriff, damn son!) but he does it for all the right reasons. He was always there for Scott, putting the needs of his best friend before his own on many occasions. He also fights with inner demons, especially regarding his mom, and I tend to gravitate towards characters who have something dark working behind the scenes due to either past events or something else going on in their inner workings. To me he really added the heart that was necessary for the show.

Shirogane Takashi (VLD) - I could write an entire essay about why I love this guy. He was diagnosed at a young age with a life threatening illness but he didn’t let that stop him from achieving his dreams, and even though life handed him shitty hands after shitty hands, he remained a positive and strong leader. Poor guy was having to deal with massive PTSD and still he was there for the younger Paladins, and Allura, and he never faltered in his vision of making the universe a better place. He has an adorable sense of humor (BLAM BLAM!) and is really just a big kid at heart. I mean, he is only 6 after all, we shouldn’t expect more from him (Sorry, had to make the leap year joke). As ridiculous as it might sound to some, he really truly makes me want to strive every day to be a better person. And I will NEVER not be salty about how dreamworks did him dirty. Never. #MyBlackPaladin

The Reaper (Goblin: The Lonely and Great God) - OH MAN I loved him from the moment my niece showed my wife and I a fan video even though we had never seen the show before. Watching the show only made me love him more. He’s so frickin’ awkward it’s adorable, he’s funny, his competitive nature over stupid little things makes me smile, he makes the best pout face on the planet, and even though he made some big mistakes in his past life due to a REALLY shitty situation (not giving spoilers, but seriously, anyone who thinks he was fully to blame either didn’t watch the same show as me, or they don’t understand how people and psychology work at all) he’s a very good person at heart. He’s empathetic and caring, and he’s loyal too. The fact that he’s apparently addicted to hokey K-Drama’s is amazing. Plus, I find him to be so hot it hurts.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom

Gender swapping. I don’t know why, it just doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest. I wouldn’t say I hate it, but I definitely don’t like it.

X - A trope which you are virtually certain to love in any fandom

Fake dating/relationship, coffee shop au (yes yes I know), mutal pining idiots, a setting in which all of the characters are living a normal modern life but have still all managed to meet in some way or another, a magical setting of some sort (Hogwarts AU, they’re just witches? whatever it is I love it), and mermaids. I will always love all these tropes.

I’m sorry if I didn’t answer the last two correctly, I was trying to think of fandom tropes and all I could think of were ship tropes? Are they different? The same? I’m so sorry! I hope that was what you were looking for. But thanks again for asking, I had a lot of fun answering these, the character question really made me think because I don’t usually think of WHY I love a character as much as I love them, I just accept that fact that I do. I hope you have a lovely weekend Anon~! <3

[sourwolfstories]

hogwarts/harry potter fic rec list

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble by pandacowhipster

When potions prodigy Stiles blows up one cauldron too many during one of his ‘experiments’, he gets assigned to making Wolfsbane Potion for the new groundskeeper. Which wouldn’t be so bad if the guy wasn’t you know, terrifying.

Save a Broom, Ride a Quidditch Player by 42hrb

Derek and Stiles have been mutually pining for each other for years, Cora and Lydia are sick of it.

apparecium by bleep0bleep

Derek is an Auror investigating a cult that hangs out at this new restaurant in Diagon Alley, Roscoe's, when he runs into someone he thought he'd never see again.

Will he be able to stop a rising threat to the wizarding world-- and more importantly, will he be able to make amends with the one who got away?

Lepidopterophobia by hazelandglasz

From a list of prompts : "you walked in on me practicing for datda in an empty classroom, and have now inadvertently discovered that my boggart takes the form of a butterfly, please stop laughing"

Untamed by rosepetals42

Of course, the transfer kid gets mentioned because transfers are rare, but the news isn’t that exciting. In fact, according to Laura, no one even seems to know his first name. The only thing anyone has really figured out about him is that he’s American. And that’s not exactly hard because he obviously has an accent.

The only thing Derek really knows is that, despite other reports, he seems quiet enough, prefers to work alone, and has the most amazing shade of amber eyes that Derek has ever seen.

Not that he’s looking. Obviously.

OR: A Harry Potter AU where Stiles is a Slytherin transfer student and Derek is the grumpy Gryffindor who falls in love with him.

There are also potions, elves, and falcons involved. Oh, and illegal use of magic. Obviously.

chantes une nouvelle chanson pour moi by pr1nc3ssp34ch (dallisons)

Stiles Stilinski has been at Hogwarts since his first year, okay. That's six years of experience. He knows how Hogwarts works, how it operates. He's not quite an expert or anything, but he's pretty damn sure he knows this school.

So why the hell have they waited like a million years to start taking transfer students?

And why is he the only one who can't get a French date?

Confrontation and Confession by literaryoblivion

After the third owl from his son detailing how his Transfiguration teacher has given him detention and the reasons why, Stiles starts to get suspicious of this professor.

He Blinded Me With Library Science by mklutz

Stiles blinks. “Right, the reading room. Do you have your, uh ...library card?” he asks. He’s never been able to make that sound normal and not vaguely dirty when he actually means wand.

Green and Gold by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

Derek had a lot to consider going into his fifth year of Hogwarts. His parents were pressuring him to make good grades and to preform well on his O.W.L.'s. They were a family that worked in the Ministry after all. But he was more concerned with Quidditch. And his grades showed. Well, Transfiguration did anyway. So, he was going to get a tutor. That was okay. He just wasn't expecting it to be one Stiles Stilinski.

Or, the Harry Potter AU that popped into my head that refused to leave. It's random and messy and weird. And that's okay.

Mother of Dragons by Lissadiane

Since Hogwarts had opened its doors to werewolves, many Hale children had apparently come through, wary and angry, refusing to socialize with the other students. And one by one, they’d been sorted into Slytherin, obviously, with the odd Ravenclaw to mix things up.

And then along came little Derek Hale, who’d barely gotten his ass on the stool before the hat was calling out Gryffindor.

Everyone thought it was funny, even now, when Derek was in his seventh year. Stiles, though, found it fascinating.

It helped, of course, that Derek was two years older and hotter than the sun.

Get Me In Trouble by scottmcniceass

Stiles is in his seventh and finale year at Hogwarts. Things were supposed to go smoothly-- he'd work hard, hang out with his friends, the usual. Unfortunately for him, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has it out for him. To make matters worse, he happens to be the most attractive person Stiles had ever laid eyes on.

Pink Is For Pining (You, You, Nothing But You) by clotpolesonly

“You know you could just ask him out, right?” Scott asked.

Stiles stuffed the toast in his mouth and hoped he wasn’t blushing. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you have a ginormous crush on him.”

“I do not, shut up,” Stiles hissed as well as he could around a mouthful of toast.

“Your pink hair says differently,” Scott sing-songed at him.

***

In which Stiles is a supremely socially awkward metamorphmagus with a crush, Derek is a quietly pining werewolf, and Scott and Lydia are done with their stubbornness and stupidity.

Starting Now I’m Starting Over by skoosiepants

Stiles is surprised, when he accidentally tumbles into Professor Hale’s legs on a mad dash down the halls, that Derek leans down and scoops him up and…cuddles him into his arms.

Or-

Stiles may or may not have gotten his professorship at Hogwarts because he can turn into a cat.

derek’s magic ships it by trilliastra

It starts with a bang. A bang and then someone cursing and Stiles is up in less than a second.

He just wanted to have a peaceful night of sleep after having to deal with stupid Fifth Years pulling a prank on Madam Morell and she snapping at everyone and everything that moved.

It was a fucking horrible day and he’s so not in the mood to deal with someone breaking into his house.

Especially not this someone. “Derek?” Okay, Stiles had dreams like this before, he admits it. Derek Hale apparating into his house and kissing him breathless and then taking him to bed and fucking him until Stiles couldn’t remember his name? Fuck yeah. But he never really thought it was going to happen.

Love Potion Number Stiles by Menacherie

Genim is eleven, and still Genim, but he's eleven and all his dreams are coming true

Genim is eleven and his eyes are covered by a big hat that talks and all he wants is to be just like his mom, follow her footsteps.

Instead the hat calls out Hufflepuff, but it makes Genim happy because he still has a huge family now, a family that isn’t his by blood, but through loyalty.

Call It Magic by teenwolf-lit

Hogwarts AU in which Stiles is the school's Healer, and Derek is the DADA professor/Quidditch Coach

Hot Summer in Diagon Alley by LadyDrace

Derek pays his usual pre-term visit to Stiles' stationary shop in Diagon Alley, but this year things turn out a little differently than normal.

Veils and Moonbeams by kaistrex (weishen)

The fox scampers towards him and now Derek can make out a scatter of black speckles dotted in its fur, most notably in a distinct pattern across its fluffy white cheeks. The same distinct pattern Derek has spent most of his Hufflepuff/Slytherin classes tracing with his eyes.

Derek stares. Memories from his third-year Transfiguration lessons are coming back to him, about Animagi and identifying marks. But Stiles isn't an Animagus. He can’t be. Stiles is the class clown and there’s no way he would have been able to keep this quiet, not to mention to be an unregistered Animagus would result in time in Azkaban. Stiles may be smart-mouthed and headstrong but he’s not stupid.

Is he?

*

Because if anyone would become an (illegal) Animagus to surprise the boy they liked, it would be Stiles Stilinski.

climbing up the walls with you by trilliastra

It’s pretty much a friends with benefits thing, except Stiles is not sure they are friends. Sure, Derek stopped being a jerk to Scott, he even lets Stiles copy his Potions homework sometimes, but aside from some chit-chat while getting dressed, they don’t really talk much.

Still, sex with Derek?

Brilliant.

A Lion’s Guide To Getting The Badger by whatthefuck

There is no way he, Stiles Stilinski, is going over to the Hufflepuff table to ask Derek Hale to the Yule Ball. Not only is he a glorious seventh year to Stiles' measly fifth, but he could have any member of the student population of Hogwarts on his wonderfully toned arms in three weeks time, so why would he pick Stiles?

The Boy Who Pined by lupus

"That will be your legacy, ‘Derek Hale: The Boy Who Pined’, I like it, it suits you.” “Laura I don’t care if we’re related if you say that out loud ever again, I will shank you.”

Hogwarts AU in which Derek likes Stiles but is too emotionally constipated to actually do anything about it.

it does not do to dwell on dreams (and forget to live) by HaleyElizabeth

After years spent abroad, Derek Hale is called back to the United Kingdom, and offered a job at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as the new Care of Magical Creatures professor. After begrudgingly accepting, Derek quickly realizes that his students are a lot more than he signed up for- one of them in particular.

[lacrossepapi]

6+17 mit Danny/Stiles? Pleeease. I love Danny/Stiles and i feel like having read all of it already.

Hi! So first thing you gotta know is I don’t actively ship Danny and Stiles and I’ve never actually even written Danny before! This was really exciting and a great opportunity to broaden my writing horizons. the second thing you gotta know is I don’t write sex scenes. so I’m sorry if that was something you were looking forward to! but I hope you like what I wrote despite all that! Friends to lovers + Sex then love

ao3: Link

Stiles knew he was bisexual, but he’d only dated and messed around with girls. Every time he thought he wanted to date a guy he would psych himself out. He’d never even kissed a man outside of drinking games, how was he going to enter a mlm relationship when he wasn’t even confident in himself? He needed a gay jesus to be his savior. Someone he trusted and loved had to introduce him to the other side of his sexuality. Jackson was a bastard on a good day, and would only laugh at Stiles like he was a freak if he asked. Isaac was in a relationship, but Stiles didn’t think he could look at Isaac’s dick anyways they were too close for that. Ethan was gone for the summer, studying abroad in Spain, not that he would’ve even kissed Stiles. He was definitely not Ethan’s type. That left only one person Stiles was friends with that also liked men. Danny was actually perfect. The more Stiles thought about how to approach the man the more he realized how easy it was to talk to Danny about anything and everything. He and Danny had always had an easy, flowing friendship, able to riff off each other even in the worst of times. Danny was whip smart, beautiful and attractive, and best of all was that Stiles knew his relationship with him wouldn’t suffer if he asked. 

Just because it made sense in his head did not mean Stiles wasn’t nervous. He sat outside Danny’s dorm for at least ten minutes before the other man heard him mumbling to himself the pros and cons of asking. “Stiles. I really shouldn’t be surprised that it’s you out here muttering to yourself like a serial killer.” Danny’s patented Serious while Joking face was a blessing. Stiles jumped up and pushed passed his friend and into the dorm room, “You know you love when I act like a serial killer.” “Certainly not.” Came Danny’s reply as he shut the door behind them. And just like that Stiles was nervous again. He was alone with Danny in his dorm room, no roommate to worry about interrupting since he had a single. Danny was looking at him and Stiles was starting to freak out again. “I don’t know why you look like you’re about to word vomit, but sit down and take a breath.” Stiles nodded and sat down quietly as Danny went to the little kitchenette and started to make them hot chocolate. “Just like when we were teenagers.” Stiles smiled. “It was the only thing that would get you to stop talking so fast and gesturing all over the place.” Danny’s response was coupled with a smile of his own. “Pleasehavesexwithme!” Stiles blurted out. Danny froze, the heated milk in his hand hovering over a mug, though his face remained impassive. “No.” And then he resumed pouring the milk into the mugs like it never even happened. “What do you mean ‘No.’? You don’t have any follow up questions?” Stiles was less panicky now that he passed the main hurtle. Danny looked at him for a moment before turning to get the chocolate syrup, “You want someone to have sex with you so you can figure out if you really want to have sex with men.” Stiles flailed, his mind stuttering over the fact that Danny had seen right through him. “How did you know that’s why I asked?” Danny sighed, grabbing both of the mugs and coming back into the living room, “I believe I told you when we graduated and you told me you were bi that I couldn’t be your gay yoda.” “Gay jesus was my thought process.” Stiles mumbled into his mug. “You know that you don’t have to be actively having sex with men to be bi, right?” “Yes. I know that, but I want to try being with a man. You know me. I research everything. I have to try everything safely before I can put myself out there. It’s why Lydia has my virginity.” Stiles shrugged, feeling self conscious. “That, and she wanted an excuse to have that V-card made for you to give to her.” They shared another fond smile. “The more I thought about who I would ask the more it made perfect sense to ask you. You never judge me or make me feel weird about who I am. You are always there for me when I need you, and we aren’t so close that seeing your dick would be weird.” Stiles looked at Danny, then back down at his mug before saying one final damning piece of information, “And I’m kind of excited and intrigued to know what your dick is like.” There, he said it. No going back now. All he could do was stare into his hot chocolate and wait for Danny to kick him out or tell him ‘No’ again. “Stiles look at me.” Danny’s voice didn’t sound offended, which was good, so Stiles did as he was told. “Are you attracted to me?” “Yes.” “Okay.” Stiles blinked. And then blinked again, “Okay?” “Okay let’s have sex. I want your first time to be good, and I know I can give you that.” Danny’s face was calm and collected while Stiles thought his was going to burn off of him at this rate. “I promise I won’t be a pillow princess. I can’t promise I’ll be good, but I will try.” Stiles said earnestly, his free hand coming to rest on Danny’s wrist. “If there’s one thing I’d bet my life on it’s that Stiles Stilinski will always try his best to do something.” Danny smiled at him again.-The first few times they had sex Stiles would sneak into Danny’s dormhall late at night and then leave early in the morning to get ready for his own classes. Eventually Danny noticed how tired Stiles was the next day and decided to change things. Stiles answered his phone of the second ring.“Hey man, what’s up?” “Wanna come do your homework here and stay the night?” Stiles’ mouth dropped in surprise, “You mean like right now?” “No. I mean next Tuesday.” “Oh! Yeah sure, but you’ll have to remind me.” “Stiles?” “Hmm?” “I meant right now.” “Oh! Oh shit, yeah, okay. I’ll be over in ten.” Which is how another month passed, Stiles coming over after class and staying all evening. Sometimes he left after both men were satisfied, but most of the time he left in the morning on his way to class. The next change that over took their friendship turned friends with benefits was due to the fact that Danny always ate dinner right as Stiles got out of class, which left one man hungry. The solution was simple in Danny’s eyes. He just needed to start feeding Stiles. He did it in the typical casual manner in which Danny did everything. Stiles had just entered the dorm room when Danny had him shoved up against the door, their mouths locked in a fiery battle of wills. Finally Stiles’ lips parted with a soft sigh and Danny claimed his mouth with a skilled tongue. “You’re excited to see me today.” Stiles gasped as Danny kissed down his throat. “Mmm. I’m hungry and you took longer than usual to get here.” Danny finished his sentence with a bite to Stiles’ collarbone. “Ah! I got caught up talking to Professor Whitt again.” Danny stepped back and examined his handy work, Stiles was leaning against the door flushed and panting. His chest rising and falling rapidly from his sudden arousal, his cheeks red and his pupils blown wide. He kissed him again, this time softer, “Let’s go.” “Let’s? Go? Wait. You’re actually hungry? Don’t you normally eat dinner before now?” Stiles flailed his hands, knocking their wrists together. Danny gently held the wrist he’d captured for a moment before using it to pull the other man off the door. “I didn’t have time today. Come on. I’m starving and I know you are too.” Their routine had went from late night secretive booty calls to Stiles practically living in Danny’s dorm, and eating dinner together every night. It only took Stiles three months to notice. “Hey babe?” Danny poked his head out of the shower with an inquisitive sound. “How long have we been in a relationship?” Stiles asked, leaning against the bathroom doorframe. “Oh I’d say about two or three months now. Ever since you started staying here more than your own dorm. But we started dating the night we started getting dinner together. Why?” Danny tilted his head as if he was actually curious, even though they both knew Danny was fully aware that Stiles didn’t know they were actually together. “No real reason, guess I just didn’t realize how easily I fell in love with you.” It was Danny’s turn to flail, one of the only times Stiles had ever seen him truly shocked. “What? You didn’t know I love you? What a shame.” Stiles stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower. “I guess you’ll just have to show me.” Was Danny’s reply as his boyfriend dropped to his knees in front of him.