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[sapphireginger]

Title: A Mattress for My Omega

Pairing: Steter [Stiles + Peter]

Rating: Teen & Up

Warning/Tags:

Slurs

Bigotry

Summary:

A roar was trying to escape from Peter's very pissed off wolf, but he snarled instead which was just as fear inducing. “How dare you!” the alpha snapped. “Do you always speak in such a way to your customers?”

“Only the special ones, sir. Now as I said you—”

“Watch yourself. I am well aware of what you think of my mate but if you can’t keep such vile things inside your head, I’d be happy to remove your tongue. How does that sound?”

The manager went pale and shook his head though he did not budge from his place, staring down the alpha. “Then I must ask you to leave. This kind of behavior is unacceptable in this establishment.”

@steter-stackson-bingo

Card Number: 107

Square: Omegaverse AU

Peter had decided that today was the day he would be taking Stiles to the mattress store to pick up the perfect mattress for their new bed. They had just finalized everything and wanted to settle fully into their new home. They could even call themselves homeowners now. Stiles hadn’t wanted to move from their small apartment in the city until they could afford to own a home. Then they wouldn’t have to move again and could start a family. 

As they drove to the store, Stiles was practically vibrating in his seat with excitement. It made Peter chuckle softly. He laced their fingers together and kissed the back of Stiles’s hand, loving the way Stiles’s cheeks turned pink and he stilled for a moment or two before fidgeting again. Peter didn’t mind a bit though as he was of the opinion that there were few things as adorable as an excited Stiles. 

It seemed, however, not everyone was as enamored with his omega’s adorableness as not even ten minutes after they entered the store, the manager was storming over with an annoyed expression on his face. The expression grew when Stiles insisted on curling up on every single mattress. 

Peter stood in front of the mattress the omega had just laid down on and let out a low warning growl at the hostile human manager. No one was going to step within a dozen feet of Peter’s omega acting like that. “Sir, you should get your omega under control. I hardly think he needs to test them all out. Perhaps, the speakeasy would be more to your liking if all he wants is to lay on his back and spread his legs.

A roar was trying to escape from Peter's very pissed off wolf, but he snarled instead which was just as fear inducing. “How dare you!” the alpha snapped. “Do you always speak in such a way to your customers?”

“Only the special ones, sir. Now as I said you—”

“Watch yourself. I am well aware of what you think of my mate but if you can’t keep such vile things inside your head, I’d be happy to remove your tongue. How does that sound?”

The manager went pale and shook his head though he did not budge from his place, staring down the alpha. “Then I must ask you to leave. I would be happy to point you to the speakeasy. It's just a few blocks over. This kind of behavior is unacceptable in this establishment.”

Peter’s gaze narrowed. “Is it? You see, I don't think that’s true at all. The mattresses all have coverings and there are signs that allow people to test them out.” He stepped closer, loving how the man seemed to flinch. “I think you are an archaist and prefer your idea of omegas. I assure you I won’t fall in line with such bigotry. You may be satisfied with your little housewife, having her all barefoot and pregnant, cleaning, cooking and pretending to be satisfied with your subpar fucking but that’s not for me. I love my mate. He’s a genius, kind, loyal and so fucking adorable. He loves with everything he has and when the time comes that he decides he's ready to have children, we’ll make the smartest and most beautiful babies to ever exist.”

With a clenched jaw, the manager sent a look to the alpha that said more than his vitriol ever could. Thankfully he said nothing else to his detriment regardless of the fact that Peter could tell he wanted to.

Satisfied the man had been put in his place for the time being, Peter flicked his gaze to his mate who had just gotten up. Stiles looked at Peter and shook his head. Apparently, that mattress wasn’t the one and the alpha chuckled when Stiles hurried to the next one. He was glad his omega hadn’t caught onto the tension just yet though Peter was sure he would soon. For now, the alpha was content to let him try and find the perfect mattress for nesting.

Just as the manager was gearing for another argument, a woman nearby let out a soft cooing sound.  “Aww. So cute! Such a sweet little omega.” She met Peter’s gaze. “Nesting time, is it? Such a special time for mates. Intimate too.”

Peter puffed out his chest in pride and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

She laughed softly and nodded her approval. “Such a lucky omega to have such a loving alpha.” She turned to her son who screamed alpha. “That man there with the blue eyes is the kind of alpha I want you to be, sweetheart.” She glared at the manager and shook her head. “Not like the one without a heart.”

Peter smirked and the manager turned around, his face flaming with mortification. It wasn’t until Peter scented fury that the alpha followed the manager’s gaze. There in the middle of the plushest and best mattress was Peter’s sweet little omega. Stiles was curled up and purring softly. It seemed they had found the right mattress. 

With a grin Peter made his way over to his mate, gently brushing his fingers against Stiles’s shoulder and then his cheek.

Stiles looked up at him, his eyes half-lidded and offered a sweet smile. 

> Is this the one my darling?

Peter signed.

Stiles smiled and nodded, but just as easily as the smile came it disappeared as the omega caught the scent of his alpha’s anger and whimpered softly in question.

> It's nothing dearheart. Just another bigot who has opinions on omegas. 

> You’re upset though. So, it’s not nothing. What happened?

It was only then that the manager realized the omega was deaf. He immediately felt ashamed of his behavior. His opinions about omegas had not changed but he did feel like an asshole for the inconsiderate way he had approached it. Of course, the omega needed to touch the mattresses to feel them out. After all, not having one of his senses made the comfortableness of the mattress even more important. 

When the mated pair approached the front, the manager attempted to offer them a discount. He only took beginning sign language but his attempts to save the situation meant he fumbled and ended up calling them both assholes.

Stiles snorted and signed to his mate. 

> Assholes? Really? Coming from him, that's hilarious.

> He’s not wrong.

Peter signed back. 

> True. Should we tell him or let it go?

> Let it go. 

> He may sign that to someone else.

Peter smirked.

> Exactly. Maybe he’ll learn. 

> Doubtful. It's more likely he’ll end up getting his ass handed to him.

> An alpha can dream.

Stiles silently guffawed, Peter snickering and the two of them were nearly in tears from laughing so hard. It made Peter preen to which Stiles playfully rolled his eyes. The two of them were taking great pleasure in the way the manager’s scent grew more and more thick with nerves.

“Sir?” the manager said when the two men didn’t say anything to him. “About the discount?”

Peter glanced at his mate and Stiles, who had tried to read the man’s lips just shook his head. 

> I don’t want to get it here. We weren’t doing anything wrong by testing the mattresses. He was rude. I could tell by the way our bond flared. He made you angry and called us assholes. So, we can go get one from that store you like.

Peter grinned, kissed his mate soundly and looked at the man making sure to sign at the same time.

> My mate has decided not to purchase a mattress here. Every person who comes through that door should be treated with respect and understanding. Your tune only changed when you found out he was deaf.  

Stiles scoffed.

> And because people saw how cute I was curled up on the mattress.

> You’re always cute darling.  

> Always? Am I the cutest you ever saw?

Peter fondly rolled his eyes at the way his mate dramatically fluttered his eyelashes.

> You know you are you little brat. 

> You love me.

With a grin, one reserved only for his mate, Peter traced Stiles’s bottom lip. 

> I do indeed.

> That and I make the best white chocolate chip waffles.

Peter chuckles.

> That too.

He turned his attention to the manager and sent the man a sharp smile. “Good day.”

With that, the alpha and omega mates left the store, leaving the manager to sigh and curse the loss of sale. 

One of the workers, a teen beta, approached him not even five minutes later. “Boss?” 

“What?!” the man snapped, not in the mood for the teen who he despised. Everyone knew betas were a dime a dozen and— 

“Did you know that was Peter Hale?”

“Who?”

“You don’t know? He’s only the most famous lawyer and former actor in America.”

Once again, the manager’s face paled, now nearly as white as a ghost. “WHAT?! That was—He’s the—Oh fuck!” 

“Not to mention the foundation he started to help at risk omegas, abandoned omegas and omegas with trauma. He also opened a daycare center just down the street from their new home. Apparently, his mate loves children and wants to renew his teaching certificate so he can work with them again.”

“Oh, kill me now. What have I done?!”

Another worker snorted, loving the trouble their manager had landed himself in. Served him right in her opinion. “Not to mention Mieczyslaw Hale, a world-renowned author and deaf rights activist among other things. Oh! His father is the FBI Director, and his sister is a Navy Seal, while his brother-in-law is a brain surgeon, and his cousin is a missionary who founded an orphanage in Ecuador.”

The beta teen grinned. “That’s right! Don't forget that his best friend won the Fields Medal in Mathematics and she’s an omega too!” The two workers looked right at their manager when they stated that fact.  

The manager leaned heavily against the front counter, feeling as though he might faint. “Why didn’t anyone say anything?” 

The two workers exchanged a look. “Well, Boss, they're right. This isn’t the first time you’ve acted that way. No offense but yeah.” The teen beta sure didn’t pull his punches.

“How dare you! You’re fi—”

“Actually,” the other teen cut in, “We both quit. We accepted job offers last week but our new boss offered to let us give you one more chance.” 

They handed in their name tags, shucked their vests and shrugged. The girl spoke up. “Also, we’re omegas too. We wore scent blockers to protect ourselves.”

“Protect yourselves? From what?!”

Both teens stared him down. “People like you.”

They walked out and the manager hung his head, massaging his temples. This day couldn’t get any worse. 

The woman from earlier who had praised the alpha and cooed at the omega, smiled at her phone as she headed to the door, her son’s hand in hers. The boy sent the manager such a disgusted and disappointed look that seemed so out of place on the face of one so young. 

Just as she reached the door, the woman paused and sighed softly. “Such an adorable omega. To think he found the mattress he needed for nesting and turned it down. I don’t blame him but he sure is cute.” She turned her phone and the manager saw that she had taken a picture. 

He had half a mind to ask her to send it to him so that he could use it for promotion but that would mean asking the omega for permission and he was not touching that with a ten foot pole. “Discount ma’am?”

With an incredulous look followed by a laugh, she shook her head. 

> Not interested.

She signed and left with her son in tow, the boy watching the manager as he signed. 

> Later asshole. 

[kuerie]

breaking news, little guy is in fact small

[goosesartblog]

this will be the basis for your revolution

[leafwateraddict]

Handful of sketches of sans inspired by @htsan’s sansnomaly (this post specifically)

Been having brainrot of the boi lately

[faunandfloraas]

fav skz // Canteen! Canteen! Canteen!

[soothsayerditty]

★I don’t know the reason why Running through this endless sky I can’t see the journey’s end Yet I swear I’ll try again Wish the world could always be Like the light that’s shining here with me★

★BNA - NIGHT RUNNING★

[lady-raziel]

hilarious that with each new day that passes a new bit of dirt from JD Vance's past gets discovered and plastered over the internet...it's almost as if this is why presidential campaigns have always announced their running mates well before the convention...so that if glaring issues with a candidate came to light quickly there would be time to replace them on the ticket before they were officially locked in...it's almost as if certain things in political campaigns were done for a reason, donald...because the very same critical failures had happened before...but no i'm sure you and your guys attempt to recreate a fantasy version of history while ignoring all the reasons that history was a disaster will work this time...because you are built different and the 10000th time trying fascism will work like a charm...

[lavenoon]

@naffeclipse he's getting some love (just no one pay attention to the totally no ulterior motives cigar bait-n-switch)

*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/ she) og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[kawoid]

[sapphireginger]

Title: Set Free by Curiosity & Bravery

Pairing: Steter [Stiles + Peter]

Rating: Mature

Warning/Tags:

Character Death (Off-Screen)

Attempted Murder

Stabbing

Poison

Summary:

As their king, it was Noah’s responsibility to see to the people's health, their well-being, their safety, their happiness and their love. Stiles vowed to save them all and take up the mantle Noah had tossed aside, the mantle he was no longer worthy of. In fact, it was the mantle he had never been worthy of. Noah had married into the Gajos Royal Family and without Stiles, without Claudia or any of her blood, the man had no claim to the throne.

The truth was immensely satisfying, and Stiles knew he’d be returning to his home. After all, he was the rightful ruler now sealed in blood that none could break. Not even his stepmother the witch bitch would stand a chance. Especially not after he had added extra layers of security to the blood binding oath once he became aware of who and what his stepmother was. 

@steter-stackson-bingo​

Card Number: 107

Square: It’s The Only Way

Stiles had always been curious, always devouring knowledge, burying his nose in a book and was always eager to learn anything and everything he could. He hoarded information and was the most observant person—the most observant merman—in the kingdom. Some had said he was the most observant and intelligent merman of the seven seas, and of the five oceans. 

He was hiding one day, not interested in the slightest about the wedding. His circlet was locked up and he was lucky he himself wasn’t as well. His stepmother’s words kept echoing in his mind. 

'You cannot escape. It's time for you to accept that your mother is dead. It's time you accept that your sister and your brother are dead. It's time for you to grow up, do your duty and marry for the good of the kingdom. You might as well, considering the fact that your mate is dead. You will either fall in line or you’ll end up wishing you’d never been born.'

Stiles hated his new stepmother and stepsister and his instincts screamed at him that this was all wrong. As far as Stiles was concerned, he had a mother, a brother and a baby sister. It didn’t matter that no one else seemed to believe him. What mattered was that he believed it. He hated the words and looks of pity and sympathy people gave him. They kept saying his family was dead, but Stiles knew that wasn’t true. It was the same as him knowing it wasn’t true that his mate had died. No. None of that was true. 

When people continued trying to get him to admit that they were dead, especially his mate, Stiles tried to tell them why it wasn’t true. If his mate had died then some of Stiles’s scales would have turned black, but they hadn’t. Therefore, his mate was still alive. No matter how much evidence he gave, they pitied him. There were a few mermaids and even mermen who wanted his affection or attention. Stiles held no desire for anyone but his mate. 

There was no point in trying to convince anyone of the truth he knew down to his soul. So, he gave up after that. There were other things he needed to deal with, especially when he realized he was in even more danger. His father, stepmother and stepsister had started poking around and sending guards to bring him to the throne room now that he had come into his abilities. Stiles evaded the guards every time.

Stiles didn’t call Noah father anymore. He supposed the only thing going for him was that he was the crown prince and would soon rule after his coronation on the eve of his 21st birthday. 

He heard his stepmother crooning into Noah’s ear and seductively drawing him in. Stiles realized one night after overhearing a conversation between the servants, that his stepmother had convinced Noah of yet another lie. He now believed that Claudia must have cheated on him, now questioned her fidelity. His new wife played her part well and insisted it had to be true, otherwise the royal bloodline would not have been spoiled and resulted in an abomination like Stiles. Stiles knew it was a lie, but his father would not listen. It had been like talking to a wall for the past two years. So, here Stiles was, overlooking the kingdom with a pang of longing around his chest, pulled taught making him struggle to breathe. "Where are you?" he whispered.

Suddenly, Stiles felt icy shivers wrack his body and urged his little companion, a blue baby sea turtle, to hide and for once she didn't argue. As soon as Nova was out of sight, Stiles spun around, coming face to face with his stepsister, Marguerite, who was wearing a sinister smirk. 

“Good evening, your highness!” she purred but though it may have looked sweet to anyone else, Stiles saw the hatred behind her eyes, the disgust she never concealed. Since the moment Stiles met Marguerite, he had seen right through her. In fact, had there not been a servant swimming by, he doubts she would have addressed him formally.

“What do you want?” he demanded, knowing she hated him just as much as he hated her. 

She leaned forward and grabbed his hair tugging hard in order to bring him closer so she could whisper in his ear. “Your daddy belongs to us now. There is simply no place for you now and it was so…easy!” With a smirk and a hiss, she plunged a dagger into his stomach. The manipulation of Stiles’s stepmother and Noah’s now wife, allowed for Stiles’s stepsister to stab him in an attempt to rid them of the abomination. 

Stiles watched his stepsister’s eyes gleaming as she swam away, leaving Stiles to clutch his stomach and wince in pain. “Poison!” Stiles gasped. His vision began to blur but in a rare moment of clarity, he forced himself to focus his thoughts. If Noah truly had been compromised, then Stiles was in danger. Stiles knew he had to leave, and he had to leave now. 

With his body growing weaker by the second, he swam to his best friend Isaac’s grotto and gasped out his name. “I-Izzy?!?!”

Isaac came darting out and quickly assessed the wound. “You’re lucky, Stiles. This could’ve killed you if not for…” he trailed off, but Stiles knew what he was referring to. It had been hard to ignore the bond with Ivy as she called to him in concern. He hated hearing her call for him, but Isaac would look after her.

Stiles nodded and croaked out a reply. “I know. Listen, I have to leave, and I need you to look after Ivy.”

“I'll always watch out for her just as I always watch out for you." Isaac's brain then caught up to the rest of Stiles's words. "Wait! Leave?! You—Are you sure you have to?!” Isaac asked in a small voice. 

With a heavy heart, Stiles nodded and pulled his friend into a hug. “I’m sorry. It’s the only way, Izzy. I’ll be back.”

“Promise?” Isaac’s embrace was fiercely protective. Stiles took comfort in that. After all, Isaac was the most loyal merman, the most protective merman, in the seven seas and of the five oceans. 

“I promise but there are a few things you need to know before I leave.” There was no one Stiles trusted more than Isaac. So, he revealed everything to his best friend, taking him into his confidence, informing him of his departure and what all that would entail. 

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Stiles wasn’t surprised when, after slipping into the darkness, he learned that Noah didn’t care. If anything, the man seemed relieved. Stiles however was not hurt by the man’s indifference, not really. He sought refuge with the only person he felt safe enough to let his guard down around and that was his mate’s sister, Talia Hale. 

He recovered slower as his bond with Noah began to strain and weaken. Perhaps that had been what his stepmother and stepsister were hoping for, but Talia cultivated a bond with him. The night his bond that he’d had with Noah since his birth snapped, there was hardly any pain and instead, Stiles felt Talia’s bond with him burning bright and unbreakable. 

He got regular updates from Isaac, and correspondence through his familiar, a Beluga Whale named Eivhir, though he called her Ivy. Yes. The moment that Stiles had learned he was a mer-spark was the moment Noah became Noah and not father. 

Stiles’s powers were what called to him, urging him towards a deep cavern much farther down into the depths of the ocean. He couldn’t see a thing in the pure blackness as the sun could no longer reach this deep, but he trusted his power. 

Slowly, Stiles dove down into the darkness, his lithe body slinking through smaller crevices as he went deeper and deeper and deeper. He then resurfaced so far under coming face to face with thousands of glowing sea stars, almost mimicking the natural sky and its constellations. 

He marveled at the stillness, the serenity and almost peaceful atmosphere around him but then felt a powerful tug towards his left. 

Unafraid, he followed it and was presented with four small sea slugs. When his gaze alighted on them, Stiles knew deep in his soul, the knowledge settling in his bones, that he was looking at his mother, his younger brother, his baby sister and his mate. 

It didn’t take long to realize that his stepmother was an evil witch who knew she couldn’t take on Stiles alone and therefore began unraveling those around him until they got to Noah. 

Stiles teared up and a shaky hand hovered over the four sea slugs. “Fy nheulu. Rydych chi wedi cael eich colli. Fy nghalonnau. Dewch yn ôl ataf.” (My family. You have been missed. My hearts. Come back to me.) 

Slowly they rippled and shimmered. Then the light faded, and he could see Claudia. “Mwynglawdd Mam.” (Mother Mine.) She hadn't seemed to age a day. Her lavender scales set with a silver and gold gradient still brought tears to his eyes. Stiles embraced her, not realizing how desperately he had needed his mother.

When he pulled back, she cupped his jaw with one hand, tears in her own eyes and pressed their foreheads together. "Roeddwn i'n gwybod y byddech chi'n dod i ni, fy seren fach i." (I knew you would come for us, my little starfish.)

Stiles chuckled wetly, nodding his head. He slowly turned to where the second sea slug had been but now his eyes settled on his brother who was two years his junior, Tristanen. “Brawd Mwyn!” (Brother Mine!) The two boys embraced each other, their grips tighter than even the hug between mother and son had been.

Over his brother's shoulder, Stiles then caught sight of his baby sister, who was only ten and therefore eleven years his junior, Anemone. “Siarc Bach!” (Little Shark!) 

Anemone was shaking from how hard she was sobbing, the water crackling with Stiles's magic as he began to soothe her. Her hair never lost its shine nor it's curls. She looked just like their mother. In fact, hardly any of them looked like Noah except for Tristanen, who had their father's eyes and hair, though his was darker than Noah's.

"Fy nghalon?" (My Heart?) said a voice behind him. Stiles's breath hitched and he let out a mournful but joyful song as he turned to the final mer. Last but not least was Peter, last but not least his cymar. (his mate.)

“Fy enaid!” (My Soul!) he whispered, choking up. “Oh, Peter.” 

The two came together in a kiss so tender, so soft, so passionate all at once that everyone within the cavern felt their love, felt their fated love.

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Stiles didn't move from his mate's side but met the gazes of his family with a confused expression on his face. "Sut?" (How?) he whispered. "How?!"

Claudia watched her son with sad eyes as she began to explain what had happened nearly three years ago.

That was how Stiles learned exactly what his stepmother had done. Ursyluva, his stepmother, had been capturing and turning their people one by one. When it didn’t seem to be enough to sway the ki—to sway Noah, she then went after Stiles's family one by one. First was Anemone who was alone for a year until Tristanen was taken along with Peter. Lastly came Claudia who was stolen the night before Ursyluva slipped into Noah's bed for the first time.

Stiles was furious that he had missed what was right in front of him and didn't meet their gazes, couldn't meet their gazes now. How could they ever forgive him? It wasn't until he felt four anchors through touch on his skin that he dared to look up. Instead of anger, hurt or blame in their eyes, he saw nothing but love, acceptance and belief. They had never stopped believing in him.

After settling down, Stiles saw Anemone watching him, chewing her lip hard enough that her freshly formed fangs split her lip. Stiles ushered her over and tucked her hair behind her ear. "What is it little shark?"

The most devastating truth was then uttered into the open, hurting even more that it came from his baby sister. Stiles hated that she had to be the one to carry the burden. Her tail swished as she curled up in his arms. 

“Roedd nhad yn gwybod. Roedd yn gwybod beth oedd hi. Mae'n ddrwg gen i, Trident.” (Father knew. He knew what she was. I'm sorry, Trident.) 

Apparently, Noah made a deal with the witch to rid them of Peter when he deemed the merman unworthy of his son. It was met with a satisfying smirk from Ursyluva who then tried to use Stiles for his abilities after, making sure Noah was after them as well. Stiles knew Noah’s sudden interest in him, and his powers, in his spark was suspicious but when his stepmother went a step further and said that Claudia, Anemone and Tristanen were threats, Noah had permitted their capture. 

Stiles grew livid, his anger burning white hot. His eyes turned pure white like the hottest fire. He looked around the cavern at all the people Noah was responsible for, those who watched their prince and felt his pain as if it was their own. They hadn't wanted to interrupt the family's reunion and had waited patiently for their prince, the true prince, to address them.

As their king, it was Noah’s responsibility to see to the people's health, their well-being, their safety, their happiness and their love. Stiles vowed to save them all and take up the mantle Noah had tossed aside, the mantle he was no longer worthy of. In fact, it was the mantle Noah had never been worthy of. Noah had married into the Gajos Royal Family and without Stiles, without Claudia or any of her blood, the man had no claim to the throne.

The truth was immensely satisfying, and Stiles knew he’d be returning to his home. After all, he was the rightful ruler now sealed in blood that none could break. Not even his stepmother the witch bitch would stand a chance. Especially not after he had added extra layers of security to the blood binding oath once he became aware of who and what his stepmother was. 

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He took his mother, brother, baby sister and mate to Talia’s house to plan their next move. However, he also took them there to breathe and rest. He and Peter did not wander far from each other and at night their tails curled around each other. They were afraid to let go for fear the other would disappear. No one objected like Stiles knew Noah would have and every night that they stayed at Talia’s, the two mates easily slipped into a deep and peaceful sleep. 

Noah, Stiles’s stepmother and Stiles’s stepsister never saw it coming. When Stiles showed up wearing his circlet with Talia and his mate, Peter on his right, Tristanen and his mother, Claudia on his left and his baby sister, Anemone behind them, the look on Noah’s face was priceless. His stepmother laughed and his stepsister joined in. 

Noah, however, was frozen in disbelief. “ ʻslefrod môr?” (Jellyfish?) 

Claudia didn’t even look at him, instead focusing on her son. Stiles was her prince, was the prince and soon to be king. They were quickly joined by every single person Stiles had saved. The people of this kingdom deserved to stare down the man who had approved their imprisonment, some of them for years.

Stiles stared Noah down, his eyes flashing pure white like the hottest fire, making Noah's face pale. "I, Trident Gajos, Heir of Poseidon, True Prince of the Seven Seas, Heart of the Ocean, Keeper of Truth, Knowledge and Wisdom, hereby challenge you. You are an unfit king. You are unfit to rule. You have slept with the serpent, let her and her ilk slither in and I have been informed you did so, fully knowing just who and what she was. This means you have committed treason of the highest order and you will be executed along with your witch and her spawn. Guards!"

It was over quickly and with Noah, Ursyluva, and Marguerite subdued and then killed, Stiles accepted the mantle of king. No one objected to this, and no one cared that he had ordered the deaths of Noah, Ursyluva and Marguerite. They all vibrated with joy as he accepted the mantle, and rejoiced as he lowered his head to accept the crown of the True King. That he was doing so in front of the goddess, her creatures and his people, speaking volumes more about the kind of ruler he would be. Stiles caught the various gazes of his family as the scales on his tail turned from fiery orange and sapphire blue to ruby red and molten gold. Stiles now bore the gradient of a True Ruler and Heart of the Ocean. Peter's scales shifted to the same gradient though lighter in shade and he prostrated before the True King to accept his own circlet as the True King's Consort. Everyone prostrated and pledged themselves to the new king of the seven seas, ruler of the five oceans and Poseidon’s heir. 

The people then threw a huge celebration in his honor. From that day forth Stiles vowed to use his powers to protect them, love them and cherish them. 

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The True King, Descendent of Poseidon, Savior of the Seven Seas, Heart of the Five Oceans, Sovereign Ruler of the Southern Ocean, Almighty Authority of the Atlantic Ocean, Ambassador of the Arctic Ocean, Prince of the Pacific Ocean, Interim God of the Indian Ocean, and Soul of the Deep ruled with his heart. He did everything for his family, for his people, and for his kingdom becoming ten times the king Noah had ever been.

A year after being reunited with his mate, the two of them married. Stiles had taken his mother’s surname of Gajos instead of Stilinski which had been his father’s surname. Peter offered to do the same and take Stiles’s surname when they married, as was custom but Stiles chose to hyphenate their name instead. The day they became one, they became Stiles and Peter Gajos-Hale.

Then, a year later, they had two perfect babies, a pair of beautiful twins. They were two little girls that the king and his consort named Melaina and Myrcella. A year after that, they had a little boy named Titus and yet another year after that they had another set of twins. This time they had a boy and a girl that they named, Kyro and Kiara respectively. 

The kingdom rejoiced and all five little tadpoles were as mischievous, loyal and loving as their daddy. Not to mention as loyal, fierce and fond as their father. 

Tristanen married a woman named Oksana a year after Peter and Stiles married. Then a year later he and his wife had a baby girl that they named Kalista. She was then followed two years later by a baby boy that they named Lakyn. 

Anemone started dating a young merman named Leonidas a few years later after her sixteenth birthday and unsurprisingly, her brothers were fiercely protective of her. She didn’t mind and neither did Leo. It was understandable and they both knew it was because her brothers loved her so much. 

Claudia loved her children and her grandchildren with all of her heart. She had missed out on so much. Eventually, five years after being reunited with her eldest son, she met Christopher Argent. She quickly fell in love with and married him. Chris then became a loyal advisor to King Trident. Chris had a daughter from his previous relationship, a girl that was only a couple of years younger than Tristanen and her name was Allison.

Together, Claudia and Chris had two baby girls that they named Athena and Artemis.

Stiles watched as Allison grew to adore her sisters, watching over them like Stiles had his own siblings.  Allison blossomed under Claudia’s guidance and love. It made the young king smile as he knew his new stepsister, whom he fondly called Ally, was nothing like Marguerite. She would also never know a stepmother like he had. Claudia was a mother to all, her love as infinite as the drops of water in all the world’s oceans. 

Talia did not marry or bear children, but she became an aunt and a grandmother to the children, all of the little ones adoring her and her coral crystal candied treats. Stiles decided to repay her kindness with the position of his right hand. Though Chris advised him on many things, Talia advised him on all things. Chris was the left hand of viciousness to Talia's clear headed, right hand of wisdom.

Isaac had kept his promise and looked after Ivy. Isaac like Talia never took a mate, but he was given the role and title of Royal High Guard Elite. He was the one in charge of looking after the children, keeping them safe and protecting them like he had Stiles since they were tadpoles themselves.

Peter took on the role of King Consort like he was born for it and considering they were fated, it didn't surprise Stiles one bit. He loved retiring from his day of ruling to find his mate and children cozied up with just enough room for him to join. He was happy and he could feel the happiness like a blanket coating the kingdom, not a single person untouched by joy.

They all celebrated the changing colors of their children’s scales as they grew older and rejoiced in the prosperous decades that followed. Claudia often told her son that his great great great great and so on, grandfather would be proud of him. Stiles hadn't met the man, who was also known as the myth and the legend, but he was told every day that his power was passed down from said man. Stiles was always humbled and honored by that knowledge as he never felt as though he was worthy of Poseidon's power, but he did his best every single sun and moon to rule as a fair, just and kind king.

There was now no corner of the ocean that had not heard of them. All those who dwelt in the oceans and seas knew of the ferocity, loyalty and strength, the True Ruler possessed. There was not a soul on land or sea who hadn't heard of the curiosity, bravery and love of the Heart of the Ocean.

[daddy-long-legssss]

Don't Sit Down 'Cause I've Moved Your Chair

"I couldn’t think of a worse dance to in the devil's lair, you know what I mean? It was going to be the Congo for a minute. Hokey Kokey - it would have been. Might be that live sometimes. Macarena - I dunno, it just feels like it just flows better ... If you can’t sit down 'cause I moved your chair, then what sort of ridiculous list of things can you do? That were a lot like that Brick By Brick, [we] just spent the next few weeks like thinking of things you shouldn't do."

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[nucksaid]

would anyone be interested in my hughesbowl bingo card

[thevelaryons]

Am I the only one who doesn’t get why Corlys is acting foolishly in Hotd? He’s supposed to be a really intelligent political figure in this story (F&B) but the decisions he makes (Hotd) are the opposite of intelligently sound. Ngl I hate how he bends over backwards to go to war for Rhaenyra when he was complaining about her just before.

This is actually one of my criticisms of how Corlys has been portrayed in the show. I’m on mobile right now (and Tumblr search function sucks on the app) so I can’t link them, but I actually have a couple of old posts about this. The show has changed several key aspects of Corlys’ characterization so now a lot of his actions make him appear politically inconsistent, especially with actions he’s supposed to take later on in the story.

Like you said, it makes no sense for show!Corlys to be supporting Rhaenyra. He DIRECTLY blames her for his son’s death and yet despite his complaints, he prepared his fleet and even helps make war plans for her. This is all without Rhaenyra offering him anything in return, like making him Hand. Meanwhile, when book!Corlys INDIRECTLY blamed Rhaenyra for his wife’s death, several concessions have to be made to appease him and get him back on her side. Nor does Corlys tolerate any harm done to his family: he wants vengeance for Laenor’s death, he commits treason against Rhaenyra to protect Addam, he commits treason against Aegon II to protect Baela.

In terms of show!Corlys’ political intelligence, he doesn’t really display much. Moments he has in the book were removed in season 1 (and based on the leaks I’ve read for season 2, other aspects of Corlys’ story that show him as a political power won’t be in the show). In the bts material for the show, it’s actually said that Corlys doesn’t really understand politics much but he fares better on the battlefield. And that is where the problem lies.

You can also see a similar sort of change with other Velaryon characters. Laenor’s entire characterization was changed. Show version of Laenor is depicted as someone who goes as far as to abandon his family and dragon because he craves the violence of the battlefield more. Some of the things he says on the show are very reminiscent of a display of toxic masculinity + him having internalized homophobia which his book counterpart was not even implied to have. Show version of Addam and Alyn are unnecessarily aged up and might already be battle hardened soldiers from the Stepstones, instead of being innocent young boys who know nothing of war (and that’s actually quite relevant to their story arcs).

HOTD showrunners have made many changes to characterizations. But in the case of certain characters, those changes seem to be based on racist stereotypes. Similarly to how show!Laena got reduced to a fast black girl/unwanted wife who’s violent death is meant to serve the story of Rhaenyra (a white character) there are actually several aspects of Corlys and Laenor’s stories that were changed to uplift the white characters around them. The essence of their characterization in the show is altered. As I’ve mentioned before in another post, the black male characters in House of the Dragon are depicted as more hypermasculine, violent figures than their white book counterparts in Fire & Blood.

So yes, Corlys is meant to be an intelligent character but the show reduces that aspect greatly to depict him as more violent than his book counterpart. Show version of Corlys participates in the Stepstones through engaging in physical battles. Book version of Corlys does so through tactical command of his ships. Show version of Corlys returns back to the Stepstones to participate in more battles. Book version of Corlys does not (it’s actually Daemon that sticks around in the Stepstones). Based on leaks for season 2, if those leaks turn out to be true, then show version of the character will continue to be portrayed as more a soldier used to commit acts of violence than a politician who can act very intelligently to outmaneuver his opposition.

[laatmaar]

Trying to move on (and failing miserably)

Or Matt’s second escape! Also entirely black and white under the cut

[autistic-danieljackson]

Was bored tonight so SG-1 Bingo Card 2: Electric Boogaloo

Haven't had the energy to make single season cards yet but this one is more focused on the second half of SG-1. Have an Atlantis one about half-way done so once I start that watch-through I bet I'll get one of those out pretty quick! :)

[caffreyburke]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: White Collar (TV 2009) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Burke & Neal Caffrey Characters: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke (White Collar) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Hurt Neal Caffrey, Whump, Caffrey-Burke Day 2024, #WhiteCollarBingo Summary:

“You fell,” Peter said after a pause, surprise evident in his voice. It wasn’t even a question. “Damn it, Neal, are you hurt? Tell me the truth.”

Or, Neal has to stay with Peter and Elizabeth for a few days after an incident at June's. An easy beginning turns out too good to be true when Neal manages to injure himself. --- Happy Caffrey-Burke Day everyone! This fic is me finally breaking out of a long writing slump. I’m so, so happy I managed to get something in for Caffrey-Burke Day this year :) @operationmorewhitecollar