#teen wolf wrap party

[letthestorieslive]

(insp)

[bouncybongfairy]

All Around Me

Void Stiles x Fem Reader

Summary: After having a bit too much fun at a friend's birthday party, you go home and wind down with a bath and a Teen Wolf marathon. You start reading a steamy fanfic about Void Stiles, which causes you to have an acid-induced trip about hooking up with him.

Word Count: 2.5k+

(!This is a smut fanfic, proceed with caution!)

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It took you a couple of times to put the key in the door but you got there eventually. You were coming home from your friend’s birthday. It was almost 3am and you were cross-faded, starving and your heels were killing your feet. After dropping your purse on the kitchen island you started drunkenly wrestling the heels off your feet. The fridge was your next stop, pulling out leftover whatever and sticking it in the microwave. As you waited you pulled your food out of the microwave and headed to your bedroom. It was kind of nice having the entire house to yourself. Your parents were gone, visiting your aunt who’d just given birth. You sat on your mother’s bed and started shoving the leftovers into your mouth. The nightstand starts vibrating, prompting you to check your phone. 

Heyy, glad ur home safe <3 just reminding u we dropped acid like 30 mins before u ubered home just be careful! (we should have listened to Ashley when she said no more lmao)

You completely forgot about that, at first it made your heart drop but then you realized you would probably be asleep before the effects really kicked in. Your parent’s room was so luxurious and you always looked forward to stealing it when they left. The buzz from being drunk was still there but wasn’t as intense as before. You ran the warm water and started filling the bathtub, it was huge and made you feel so fancy. Bring your hand above the bath, you feel the steam coming off the water. The feeling of washing the makeup off your face was euphoric. It was like the hot water was loosening all your joints and muscles. You kept one of your hands dry to be able to hit your pen and change the music coming from the speaker. After enjoying the bath for a while, you got out and wrapped a towel around yourself. Out of nowhere, your heart starts racing. At first you thought it was from being in the steamy bathroom. You fought through it and did your nightly routine. By the time you made it to your room, you were rolling. You turned on Teen Wolf as background noise, the silence was starting to feel too heavy on your ears. You changed into a big tshirt but didn’t have much mental focus for anything else. 

You looked at the T.V and watched Void Stiles take the screen. You began to cry thinking about how sad this part of the plot was. The tears were flooding and you were feeling high off emotion. You pulled out your phone and started to read Void Stiles fanfics. The combination of hearing him through the TV and reading about him was making you feel a combination of scared and excitement. You weren’t really sure if you fell asleep or dissociated but you scared yourself awake. Your eyes immediately flew to what looked like a figure standing in the doorway. It scared the shit out of you, making you jolt and sit up. Your chest was rising and falling at an alarming rate. Its head tilted to the side in an ominous way. Part of you thought you were still drunk and high and that you were hallucinating this appreciation. You threw one of the pillows at it and when the figure turned his head to look at where it landed you gasped and began crying. 

“Why are you acting scared?” the man's voice asked. Your hand flew over your mouth and you brought your knees to your chest. 

He began walking closer, slowly yet confidently. When he stepped closer, he stopped where the moonlight was coming in from the window. It was Void Stile, part of you felt relief because you figured this had to be a dream. Another part of you was even more freaked out because what the fuck is happening. His skin was pale and had dark red bags underneath his eyes. His hair was disheveled, sticking up and out in several ways. Wearing all black which made him look so much more intimidating. He was walking closer but still had his head tilted to the side. At this point, he was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring you down. 

“I asked why are you acting so scared?” he asked again. 

“Because you’re scaring me,” you choked out, barely having the ability to form words. It was like your entire body was submerged in ice water, paralyzing you and taking your breath away. 

“Oh no, I know you don’t believe that. You were just reading about me. Imagining me doing unspeakable things to you. So again, why are you scared?” he asked again but in a rhetorical way. He stood up so fast that you flinched, he walked over to your desk and picked up the framed picture of your boyfriend. 

“Is this your little boyfriend?” he asked while full-on laughing, you could reply verbally and instead shook your head yes. 

“Why are you with him if he’s not satisfying you?” he asked. 

“He can sat-” you were interrupted by Void grabbing you by the jaw, not painfully but forcefully. 

“Why do you keep lying?” he growled. 

“H-how would you know if..” you couldn’t even finish your sentence because you were full-on sobbing. 

“Do you know what the four things the human brain naturally craves?” he asked. As you shook your head no, he brought his hands up and wiped the tears off your face with his thumb, then licked the tear off his finger.

“Food, water, sleep and sex. Somewhere in the deepest part of your mind, you’re craving sexual gratification that the little boys in your life clearly can’t give you. I mean, why else would you have manifested me? Searched for the most ravid and lascivious versions of me on the internet to gratify your needs? They’re scared to cross a line but that’s what’s different about them to me. I can’t be satisfied until I’ve crossed it,” he was now standing again, towering over you. He was so close that his torso almost touched your nose. You squinted your eyes and turn away without moving your body.

Your ears were burning and you were starting to feel faint. Part of you felt like you couldn’t hear everything he was saying because your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears. He walked over to your dresser, opened the second drawer and grabbed the unopened bottle of Everclear that you were saving for a party coming up. He then walked over to your purse and pulled out a joint, without missing a beat he then walked over to a pair of jeans on the ground and pulled out a lighter. The fact that he knew exactly where everything was truly shook you to your core. You were becoming paranoid, convinced that he could hear your thoughts. He came back on the bed and lit the joint, blowing the smoke right in your face. 

“You need to relax, take a drag,” he said, extending his arm and offering the joint. You tried to speak, even though you weren’t quite sure what to say. It was like your mouth physically couldn’t let the words out. He angrily ripped the blanket off your body and threw it across the room with such force it made a thump sound when hitting the wall. 

“Do you really want me to forcibly blow the smoke into your mouth? I wouldn’t be surprised but you can just ask,” he said mocking yet angrily. When you reached out to grab it your arms and hands were shaking so badly that you were struggling to get a hold of it. 

“You know..” he started as he sat down and brought the joint to your lips because your hands were too shaky to do so for yourself, “your fear is different than other people, there’s a purity to it, almost like an innocence. So much so that  I can almost taste its sweetness on my tongue. The havoc and panic that is radiating off your body because part of you knows that I’ll have you but is so confused and scared by my presence,” he said, taking a swig out of the bottle.

He wedged himself between your back and the headboard of the bed. His legs were long, when they were bent his knees were significantly higher than yours. At this point you felt completely drained, still scared but it was like the adrenaline high was coming down a bit. You pulled at one of the strings on the ripped part of his jeans and took the joint from his hand. At this point, you were high enough to convince yourself this was some weird dream because you fell asleep crossfaded. You looked up at the T.V and saw void Stiles, in the scene when he stabbed Scott. You looked back so that you could face him, almost like you were checking if he was still there. His eyes were black, similar to how they looked on stuffed animals. The bags under his eyes were so red that they looked like they might hurt when touched. He was just staring at you, smirking with his head tilted. You leaned back and melded your back to his front, as you did this he slid his hands up your bare thighs. His lips were now pressed against the back of your ear, your pulse quickened when you felt his steady breathing against your skin. The hands on his skin were rough from biting at his nail beds. His breath was slow and steady, you tried to match his pace with his but couldn’t slow your heart rate down. He moved his hands to your arms, running his fingertips from your shoulders to your hands. That was when you realized you’d been subconsciously gripping the towel that you fell asleep in. Unexpectedly he grabbed your wrists and ripped them away from your body causing your towel to fall. At first, you tried to fight against his grip but then realized you didn’t really want to. You moved your hands up slowly until they were at the sides of his head. Running your fingers through his hair gently and cautiously. He let go of your wrists and moved his hands to the sides of your hips. He pulled you against him causing your bare ass to rub against his erection under his jeans. He pressed his lips against your shoulder and let out a groan. He swiftly slides out from behind you and props himself up with his shoulders on top of you. Now on your back, you used your feet trying to push his jeans off. He dropped his head a bit on your shoulder so hard it took your breath away. You gasped and squirmed in pain and in reaction Void pressed his hips into you, keeping you from squirming away. 

“How are you ever gonna explain this to whatever the fuck this C stands for,” he said referring to the necklace you had around your neck. He tightens the grip on it and rips it off your neck, crushing it and letting the mangled piece of metal fall to the ground. This caused a change in the atmosphere, it was like the snap of the chain symbolized the breaking of your self-control. He sat up and pulled his pants and boxers down, they were barely past his thighs when you grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him to you. Connecting your lips for the first time, the kiss was more rough than sloppy. His shaft was now pressed against your clit, moving his hips back and forth against you as the kiss deepened. You moaned into his mouth and rocked your hips up to meet his bucks. He moves his elbows so that they are right next to your ears. His fingers running through your hair and gripping onto the strands tightly. He pulled his hips back and thrust himself into you, he moaned and dropped his forehead onto your shoulder. He kept himself still while you fully engulfed him in your heat. Continuously tightening and loosening the grip he had on the fists full of your hair. You were in pure pleasure, purposely tightening and loosening your walls, admiring the feeling of fullness. You knew he was into it because his head was still buried in your shoulder. His mouth open and his bottom lip pressed against your skin as he groaned and growled, a bit of saliva dripping onto your chest. Becoming impatient, you start trusting your hips upward. He jerks his head up so that you’re looking at each other face to face. 

“Your eyes are so glossed over, enjoying yourself I see,” he growled as he began rocking his hips back and forth. 

“Holy fucking shit,” you moaned out going to tilt your head back but being stopped by the grip he had on your hair. 

“Oh no, I wanna see your face. I like watching the raw reactions you have to me,” he snarled as he sped up. Your core felt like it was on fire, burning in a way you’d never felt before. You raked your fingernails down his back, digging in as hard as you can. Instead of wincing like most guys did, he moaned while smirking slightly. He was pounding into you so hard that his hip bones were starting to pierce you with every thrust. The burning feeling inside your stomach was building to a level, your blood felt like fire in the best possible way as you began to cum. 

“You have no idea how fucking good it feels to have you spasming around my cock,” he said swiving his hips in circles as he pressed himself as deep as he could into you, 

“Fuck I can’t get any closer,” he said while bucking and cumming into you. He was grunting and moaning to your neck, catching his breath for a second or two before continuing. As he started his thrusts up again you started to feel how sensitive you were. After you both had orgasmed there was a slickness that allowed Void to move faster and deeper into you. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and circled his tongue around the peak before biting down. 

“Void I’m- it feels so ahh- sensitive,” you said, running your fingers through his hair and bringing him closer but he pulled away so that he was sitting up on his knees. You moaned as he pulled his length out and started massaging your clit with his tip. 

“Should I stop? I mean if you’re too sensitive then maybe I shouldn’t make you cum again. Maybe feeling my cock pulse inside you while your wall spasm around me will be too much for you,” he said repeatedly sticking his tip in and out of your slit. You reacted by wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to bring him closer to you which made him chuckle. 

“Yeah that’s what I fucking thought,” he said dropping back on top of you and started furiously pounding away at you. You were yelping from pleasure after every thrust, pulling on his hair tightly. You were biting down on your lip so hard that you began to taste blood. When Void noticed, he grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you deeply while maintaining the same pace. Groaning and grunting into your mouth, you could tell he was getting close because his thrusts were becoming more sporadic and sloppy. You could no longer hold your second orgasm back and arched your back while practically screaming. Seeing you in complete ecstasy and submission caused Void to cum, the look in his eyes was feral and completely mesmerized you. It made you feel powerful to see him so tired and drained because of you. He pulled out and laid next to you, propping his head up with his elbow. A couple tears ran down your face simply because of how overstimulating the second orgasm was. He used his finger to wipe away the tears and gave you a kiss on each eyelid. 

“I don’t want you to leave,” you whispered, already half asleep.

“Rest now,” and as quickly as he said it, your eyes shot open to your fully lit bedroom. The room looked completely undisturbed which caused you to shoot up. You ran over to your dresser and started throwing the underwear everywhere. When you pulled out the still-sealed bottle of Everclear, you knew it must have been a dream. You sat on your bed and took a minute to think about how real and vivid the entire ordeal felt. After grabbing your pen from your purse, you plop down on your bed to check your socials. As you bring the pen to your lips, it drops out of your hand. You sigh in frustration and go to grab the pen from the ground without looking but end up feeling some type of necklace against your fingertips. When you take a better look at it and realize it’s the crushed necklace from last night.

[ladykailitha]

The Harrington Pattern Part 10

The first of two chapters today. Next week will finish up this story, so yay!!

Steve has a rough day, Jeff comes to the rescue and deserves hazard pay for dealing with the two idiots (Steve and Eddie). And Nancy and Jonathan cameo.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9

TAG LIST IS CLOSED FOR THIS STORY

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Steve put on his chain shirt and tunic admiring himself in the mirror. Yesterday it was sort of haphazardly thrown on. Today he took careful consideration to make sure everything was in place.

He grabbed his wallet and keys and then picked up the little dice bag. It just hoped it wouldn’t be too big or two small. He stuck the first two items in his right pocket and the bag in his left.

Now all he had to do is get up the courage to give it to him. He picked up Lucas and Max first.

When Lucas came out the house wearing the pirate outfit which had been his backup, Steve had been surprised. Then Lucas explained that he had wanted to match Max.

While Steve could appreciate the sentiment, Saturday was the biggest day. The one where everyone would see it. So to say he was a bit crestfallen when Lucas came out of his house would have been an understatement. If they had wanted to do that, why not yesterday?

But he bit his tongue and let them do what they wanted.

Lucas and Max wolf whistled when Robin came out all decked out in her beautiful blue dress and matching corset. She was still wearing her pirate boots, but mostly because she didn’t want dirt on the hem of her new dress.

She did a cute little spin and then bowed at their applause.

It was only when they were in the car that Steve realized that now they looked like a couple. And on the day he was supposed to be confessing to Eddie.

He knew Eddie was aware of Robin proclivities toward her own sex and that Robin was only wearing to look pretty at the jousting tournament, but that feeling gnawed in his chest that everyone else would think Robin and he was a couple.

Well not the Party.

And it did it really matter what strangers thought?

More than Steve would ever admit out loud.

****

They arrived to see only Gareth and Brian waiting for them.

“They wanted us to rely their apologies,” Brian said grandly. “But they fucked up the schedules again.”

“What schedules?” Dustin finally snapped. “No one has told us anything.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at them.

Gareth tapped the side of his nose. “That’s because it’s a surprise. But let’s just say that the people running the Ren Fair are trying to have two events at the same time and in the same place.”

“That’s lame,” Mike hissed. “I hate stupid adults.”

Gareth wrapped his arm around him. “No truer words have ever been uttered.”

Steve then got to watch as all the kids paired off and the older teens wander off in directions Steve wasn’t interested in going. Even Robin had abandoned him to take Max and El to see the ax throwers.

He didn’t have anything he had wanted to do until just before lunch so he went to Damsel in This Dress. He couldn’t wait to show off his little pouch for her to see if it was something that would sell.

But when he got there, the place was slammed. Steve could even see a large, burly man with a long thick black beard with a single white stripe on the left side of his chin was scampering around trying to take people’s money while Katie answered questions.

Steve took out the pouch he had made for Eddie and then looked up at the tangle of people in front of him. He would have to come back later. But he knew when she would be the least busy, and Steve wanted to go to the joust, too.

He let out a shuddering breath and turned around. He figured he could kill sometime wandering around the marketplace and browse.

He still had some money leftover and it was the last day. Maybe he should buy something for himself. He spent so much time and effort and money on everyone else he had forgotten to get something for himself.

But now, everything had been picked through. He still had his little dagger he thought sadly. Maybe he would come back after the joust when the crowds had thinned a bit.

The last lunch was a horrid affair with everyone fighting over the food, trying to get someone to try the haggis. Finally Steve just picked it up and threw it away.

Five bucks down the drain because these kids were assholes.

He still hadn’t seen Eddie.

Steve let out a pained sigh and went to go grab the pouch to rub it between his fingers for comfort when he realized it was gone.

“Shit!” he swore.

“What is it?” Will asked, the first zero in on Steve’s obvious distress.

“I had a small black pouch I–” he stopped. He didn’t want to tell them he had made it for Eddie. “I bought earlier,” he finished lamely. “And it’s not in my pocket.”

All the kids stood up and started looking around.

“Where did you last have it?” Robin asked, rubbing Steve’s arm soothingly.

“The dresses place,” he muttered. He couldn’t remember the name just then.

“I didn’t see that they were selling that sort of thing there,” Lucas said. “Why did you have it out?”

“I was going to show the owner, Katie,” Steve groused. “She liked my tunic yesterday and wanted me to give her stuff for her to sell for me and I was going to show the pouch to see if that was something she might want from me.”

He picked at the sleeve of his white undershirt. The cuff had the Harrington Pattern and his lip began to wobble at the sight of it. He wanted to take his seam ripper to it and just tear it all it out. He was too stupid to hold onto such a simple thing as pouch, he didn’t deserve to sell his pieces.

“We don’t have time to go look for it now,” Max said gently. “We’ll all head over there after the joust.”

Steve nodded and allowed Robin to lead him to the arena where the jousting would be held.

He was trudging up the stairs to bench seating when he heard a voice call out behind him.

“Steve!”

He turned around and saw Jeff waving something in the air. Hope lit a small fire in his chest. It couldn’t be.

He went thundering down the steps.

“Katie said you left this at her shop,” Jeff said a little breathless.

Steve gently took the pouch from him. “Thank you so much. I thought I had dropped it somewhere.”

Jeff grinned. “It’s for Eddie, isn’t it?”

He ducked his head and nodded.

“How do I thank you?” he breathed, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Just be sure to root for the black knight,” Jeff said with a wink.

“I will I promise.”

He turned around and searched the stands to see where they had all gone and to his surprise Jonathan and Nancy were waving at him sandwiched between a grinning Will and a pleased Mike.

Steve’s day was starting to look up. He sat down in the empty spot next to Robin at the end of the bench.

He showed her the pouch.

“Yay!” she squealed, throwing her arms around him. “I’m so glad you found it.”

Steve leaned forward and told them. “Jeff said to root for the black knight.”

Dustin leaned over too. “Aren’t black knights the bad guys?”

“Nope!” Steve said with a grin. “The black just means that he isn’t loyal to a specific lord. He’s a traveling mercenary looking for work in the only profession he knows. War.”

Everyone nodded.

Steve started explaining the history of the sport and what the different points were and how to win. Even what they won.

They were all hanging off his every word.

Steve felt a tap on his shoulder and he looked up. Callahan waved at him shyly.

“This is Sheila, my girlfriend,” he said. “She had a question about the joust.”

Next to the police officer was a pretty brunette in her early thirties. She wore bright red lipstick and was blushing.

She swatted at Callahan’s arm. “He doesn’t want to hear my dumb question.”

Steve grinned up her. “I’m happy to talk anyone’s ear off. Wha’cha got?”

She asked about if the lances were sharp and Steve explained that they weren’t. They even had wide tips to make the shock of the hit go over a wider area so the lancers didn’t get hurt.

****

In the cover of the stable where Eddie was helping Jeff, Jeff turned to him.

“That boy has got it bad for you,” he said pushing Eddie’s shoulder playfully.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” He straightened up and popped his back. “You remember Louis?”

Jeff winced. He did in fact remember Louis. “Me and Bri still maintain he had a crush on you, he just wasn’t out yet and freaked on you.”

“Well,” Eddie huffed. “Steve ain’t out either, so I’m not touching that...” he made motions with his hands, “all that mess with a ten and a half foot pole, man.”

Jeff rolled eyes. “Look, I’m not saying I know for sure, but according to Gareth, who is the densest motherfucker on God’s green earth, said Steve was really sad when we weren’t there this morning.”

Eddie picked a pimple on his jaw nervously and Jeff swatted his hand away.

“I don’t want to ruin my friendship with Steve,” Eddie murmured. “If it goes badly I’m going to lose some of the kids in the divorce. Dustin and Red are the two biggest ones. They like me, but they love Steve.”

Jeff had to concede that one. “So make sure it doesn’t go south. Woo the bastard. You know how. And don’t give that bullshit about it being ‘only’ pretend at DND because I’ve seen you turn on the charm to get cheaper product from Reefer Rick or to let Gareth who isn’t even close to being twenty-one to perform at a bar.”

Eddie blushed. “Yeah, all right. You win.”

Jeff threw his arm around him and kissed his cheek. “Yes!”

Eddie pushed him off him. “Go on, your squire awaits!”

Jeff laughed but wandered off to finish getting ready.

Eddie shook his head fondly. But Jeff had a point. He couldn't wallow forever.

He had a Harrington to woo.

****

Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

And lo! There is the wild Callahan everyone expected to spot when he came to Steve's door all the way back in chapter 3.

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Femslash February Day 11

Day 11: Alternate Timeline

Word Count: 1.7k

Enid stumbled out of the forest, holding her jacket tightly around her. She saw a crowd of students ahead of her and started making her way towards them.

Yoko turned around and saw Enid, pointing towards her. Her mouth moved, but Enid couldn’t make out what she was saying. Before she knew it, Ajax was running towards her. She stopped walking as he jogged towards her.

After she wolfed out, everything changed. Now that she had risked her life for Wednesday, her feelings for Ajax felt… lesser. Not as important as they had been to her recently. She no longer felt the need to beg for his attention, no longer felt the need to seek his validation.

She wondered if he could sense the change, because he stopped too. They both stared at each other for a few moments. He eventually began walking towards her, closing the distance between them. He wrapped a comforting arm around her, pulling her into a side embrace.

Enid appreciated the gesture, but her focus was no longer on him. Instead, she was scanning the crowd for one person and one person only. As they walked through the students, Enid felt hope slowly begin to die out. Wednesday clearly wasn’t here. Had she been injured at the school?

Enid could barely walk. Her legs were shaking. But if it meant seeing Wednesday again, she would run to the ends of the Earth even in her condition. She could make it to the school.

“Where’s Wednesday?” She asked, looking around at her friends. Their faces were grim. Xavier shook his head slightly. Enid began to panic, her breath catching as she pulled away from Ajax.

Something caught her eye. Something coming through the gates of the school. Three figures appeared through the mist, and she recognized one of them from a mile away. Not only from seeing her so often, but also from her scent, the scent of fresh paper and ink.

Enid ran towards the silhouette in the middle, her legs burning. She couldn’t care less as she enveloped Wednesday in a tight hug, the impact sending both of them backwards. Wednesday almost immediately pushed her away.

Enid began crying, the tears flowing down her cheeks. She would have been perfectly content with that short hug, but then an unbelievable thing happened.

Wednesday hugged her back.

In another timeline, a knight and a princess rode on horseback together. The princess, a determined young girl, was studying magic in hopes of defeating a great evil. And the knight, a quiet and stoic girl, was assigned to watch over and protect the princess.

They had argued often, with Enid being the instigator for the majority of it. She simply couldn’t stand how quiet her knight was. She was jealous that her knight was good at what she did, that all of the training had paid off. Because it hadn’t paid off for Enid.

But now, after seeing the knight put herself in danger for Enid many times, after finally getting the knight, Wednesday, to open up about her past and about her feelings, after finally seeing Wednesday’s sarcastic but loyal personality shine through, Enid found herself falling for the knight.

And here they were, cornered. As they ran through the forest, Enid’s hand in Wednesday’s, the two of them paused after losing their breath. They panted, Enid leaning against a tree while Wednesday rested her hands on her knees.

“We’ll never outrun them.” Enid mumbled. “This is all my fault. If only I’d harnessed my magic-”

She made eye contact with Wednesday, who was looking at her with a hint of emotion in her eyes, though Enid couldn’t be sure which emotion it was. Enid felt tears start to well in her eyes. Before she could begin crying, Wednesday closed the distance between them and took Enid into her arms, embracing the princess as she began to sob softly.

Much earlier, two girls in olden times were being accused of witchcraft. The two had been caught together in the woods after a party had occurred between the teens of the town. They had been locked in a house together, where they had spent their last few moments of freedom in each other’s arms.

They stood at the tree where they would be hanged, ready to accept their fates, until one of them, a girl with dark hair done into braids, spoke up. “I confess.” She whispered.

The second girl, a blonde with short hair, stared at the dark-haired girl. “No.” She whispered softly.

The first girl stared directly into the second’s eyes, an expression of longing, guilt, and despair making itself clear as she repeated herself with more volume. “I confess. I cursed the town. I bewitched the priest. And his daughter.” Her voice broke at the end of her sentence.

“No! She’s lying!” The blonde screamed, before her mouth was covered and she was dragged away from the tree. She sobbed violently as she watched her lover list out her sins, then was forced to watch as she was hung.

Everyone left except for her. As she fell to the ground, sitting on her knees, the girl wondered if they were doomed to the same fate in every universe.

A girl who had the ability to reverse time stood at the edge of a cliff, looking over the mess she had made. A tornado was approaching her hometown, and fast, and there was no way for her to stop it. She had ruined her timeline, used her power time and time again, starting with saving her best friend, who was standing next to her.

Enid turned to her, a bittersweet smile on her face. “Wednesday.” Wednesday turned to Enid, her demeanor stoic, as if she was trying to keep a tough face in light of the disaster that was about to happen. “I appreciate you so much, you know that? These past few days, being back with you, doing impulsive things together, spending time with one another. They’ve been the best few days I’ve had for a while. You know that the only way to stop this is letting me go.”

Wednesday shook her head. “You know I can’t make that decision, Enid.”

Enid smiled. “You’re the only one who can.”

Wednesday stared up at Enid, her tough exterior cracking to show a hint of vulnerability as the girl brought Enid into a tight hug. She still wasn’t sure what she was going to do. Either she sacrificed Enid, or she sacrificed her hometown. But as she felt Enid wrap her arms around her and clench her shirt tightly, as she breathed deeply and melted into the embrace, she knew exactly what the right decision was.

The Games had been brutal. Wednesday had been forced to kill multiple kids, which she had no qualms with doing if it meant her survival, but the deaths had taken quite a toll on Enid. Her district partner was much less ruthless, and had been an embodiment of everything kind and bubbly.

About halfway through, they had announced that two people would be allowed to win, as long as they were from the same district. So Wednesday and Enid had found each other by some miracle, and had been sticking together ever since.

They had taken out the competition together, Wednesday brutally killing anyone who stood in their way, and Enid finding more indirect ways to do it. But at some point, Enid had been forced to kill someone with her own hand. And the side effects of it still hadn’t left her.

Wednesday tried to help Enid best she could, but as someone who had no qualms with killing, she was unsure how to comfort someone who had such an issue with it.

As they chased down the last tribute, as Enid plunged her knife into his chest, Wednesday could tell by the way the girl’s hands were shaking that it was a strenuous task for her. After she had examined the boy she had just murdered for a few seconds, it seemed that Enid had realized what exactly this meant. She had won the Games for both of them.

Enid turned towards Wednesday, a smile forming on her face as she ran over to the girl and embraced her. Wednesday returned the hug, wrapping her arms around Enid’s shoulders and burying her face into Enid’s neck.

They had done it. They would be going home. Together.

In a coffee shop in New York, a dark-haired author and a blonde journalist bumped into each other. They had both been looking at their phones as they got up to retrieve their coffee at the same time.

“Watch where you’re going.” Wednesday hissed, only to look up to see one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen staring back at her, her eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” The blonde girl fussed, steadying Wednesday with a strong but gentle hand on her arm.

It was all Wednesday could do to just nod and glance over at where their coffees were waiting for them.

The girl grabbed the two coffees, glancing at the tag on one of the cups. “Quad espresso? Someone has a busy day.” She giggled softly, holding the cup out towards Wednesday. 

“I do, actually. What’s your name?” Wednesday was never one for beating around the bush. When she saw something she wanted, she knew that she wanted it and she’d do anything to get it. And there was something about this girl, some kind of pull that she could feel.

“Enid.” Enid responded, her bright smile lighting up the room around them. “And yours?”

“Wednesday.”

Enid gasped slightly, her eyes widening. “Wednesday? As in the author, Wednesday Addams? I’m totally obsessed with your books.”

Wednesday felt a hint of pride swirl up in her as Enid rambled on about how much she liked her books, until Enid described the single criticism she had for the books. “Only thing. I would include more romance.”

Now, if anyone else had told Wednesday that, she would have scoffed and gone off on a tangent about how tasteless romance was. But it was Enid, this fascinating girl that she felt something for deep in her chest, that was telling her this.

Maybe romance wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

[a-roguish-gambit]

More turn of the century thoughts

Morph being an elder gay to the kids. Xavier is a big fan of Dr Hershfeild in germany and is thus fostering a queer positive space in his institute.

Despite being early 20th century Catholic, Kurt's early 20th century German background also makes him more progressive than a lot of people in his family's little Iowa German community. (Early 20th century Germany pre 3rd Reich had a brief but hella important queer progressive era) his parents paid for publications from Germany to come to America so he could study without attending a school for a while, and he got quite an eclectic collection of scientific info that way, including sexology papers as he reached adolescence.

And being part of the underground of New Orleans+just the general mardigras culture has made remy very chill with queerness and relatively comfortable with his own for the time period.

Ororo herself also is very open about things coming from a very non western perspective on queerness and Forge never accepted a lot of the white standards of gender and sexuality.

And well, Logan is Morph's wolf so he's absolutely chill with all this. (Wolf was a term in the early 20th century for a gay man or bi man who passed for cishet. Usually it was used in reference to gender conforming bi men as it was most often applied to those who had sex with both men and women as "bisexual" was actually a term to describe someone who was trans at the time.)

So now that all that's been established, onto my plot idea:

Kurt overhears morph talking about the various queer clubs of nyc, which has its own thriving queer community at the time. He asks them if he can see it some time out of curiosity. Mentions how much he's read from queer people but hasn't gotten to meet many and wants to learn more about them. morph and Remy come up with a plan to take whoever wants to to their first fairy ball, licensed drag balls the police couldn't mess with.

Kitty and jean are immediately onboard for the excuse to wear men's clothing for fun. Scott gets dragged along (pun intended) with his girlfriend. Remy convinces rogue with a dapper Gothic suit, and Kurt jumps headlong into the idea having morph fit him for a hoop skirt so he doesn't have to tuck his tail in anywhere. Evan comes but isn't crossdressing, mostly just casually curious. Plus his aunt and Logan promised to tag along too so it doesn't feel like he's doing something he's not supposed to like he might have otherwise.

The kids enjoy the night mostly keeping to themselves but also chatting with couples there, even finding some gay teens that snuck out for the party. They meet some old friends of morph's from Broadway, enjoy some snacks, and is forced to promise to get the kids tickets for their friend's next show. Scott and Kurt get complements on their dresses, a queen giving Kurt her feather boa when she is informed it's his first event. The kid cries feeling like he's the star of a debutante's ball. He's never had this much positive attention from strangers. He feels like he's at home. They all do.

They end up leaving at 2 am as the party wraps up. Most of them passing out on the buggy ride back home. Having had a great evening out, they silently agree, even in their slumber this wasn't going to be the last fairy ball they attend.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, December 11

Joyce and Buffy are sitting on their porch. JOYCE: Do you wanna rent a movie tonight? BUFFY: Sounds like fun. JOYCE: Just nothing with horror in it. Or romance. Or men. BUFFY: I guess we're 'Thelma and Louise'ing it again.

~~Ted~~

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[takaraphoenix]

You’re thinking of Steter… I’m thinking of Steter.. I’m sure everyone else is too lol. Any Steter WIPs or ideas or just ramblings you wanna share?

🤠 <—- a cowboy for Ian/Peter 🥰

THANKS FOR ASKING!! I love talking about my WIPs :D

Okay so the majority of my upcoming Monday and Wednesday oneshots aaare Stetopher and Stalion right now, but I do have four Steter oneshots in the upcoming roster:

The Alpha's Claim

Two Left Hands

He Should (Not) Be at the Club

the very secret can't talk about it Steter Christmas Exchange fic

The Alpha's Claim is a Mischief Monday coming up on December 16th. This is actually gonna be a PWP. And stay a PWP. The whole point of this story is that the Hale Pack moved to London, established itself there, Stiles is Peter's Emissary, they're hosting a party for all the other London Packs... and Peter really does not like how the other Alphas are all over his Emissary. Cue heated, possessive "I gotta cover my Stiles in my scent so these bastards back the fuck off" get-together-sex! I just want jealous, possessive Peter and Stiles really being into it.

I already talked about He Should (Not) Be at the Club before, but let's recap that while I'm here! It's an ABOverse AU where Peter and his pack own a club and Stiles and his pack frequent said club. Stiles is crushing hard on the owner but doesn't really think he stands a chance with Peter. Until a sleazy alpha hits on Stiles a little too insistently and Peter gets very possessive and protective.

Two Left Hands I already know is gonna be longer than a Mischief Monday, because world building. It's gonna be a Wednesday Oneshot, but I don't know which Wednesday yet, it is not in the determined schedule yet (I have over 30 Teen Wolf files in my folder right now. They are fully not sorted into a neat weekly lineup).

Basically, the premise is that Laura and Derek didn't abandon Peter after the fire but didn't stay in Beacon Hills either (also they get to keep Cora so Laura has a proper pack with three betas), they move one town over to Silver Lake for a new start but still within the preserve that spans their territory. With pack, Peter gets to heal faster and becomes his niece's Left Hand. For the purpose of this, we pretend Isaac, Boyd and Erica live in Silver Lake.

Meanwhile, plot happens in Beacon Hills more or less the way it did in canon, just without them. Scott still becomes a wolf, becomes an Alpha, builds his own pack. And Stiles is his Left Hand. Not that Scotty, bless his heart, knows that. His no killing and giving second chances policy is nice in theory, but Stiles saw it escalate too often to stand by so he made himself Scott's Left Hand.

Peter is not a fan of the McCall Pack due to the instances where Scott's mercy escalated into a disaster that in those cases Peter had to clean up, since their territories border each other and the threat tended to escape into Hale territory.

Until Stiles ends up chasing a monster of the week, all the way into Hale territory. Heavily injured, he's saved by Peter stepping in.

That's it for Steter oneshots in the plans right now!

But seeing as I will finally be wrapping up one of my multichapter fics today... I actually have an upcoming Steter multichapter fic in the making. But since this answer is already so long, I'll keep it on the oneshots. Do feel free to ask about the multichapter fic though if you're curious, and you may even get an actual sneak peek into that because I already wrote most of the first chapter ;)

[chloe-skywalker]

Leprechaun Traps - Stiles Stilinski

Stiles x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 266

Summary: With it being St. Patrick's day Y/n realizes just how much she misses the activities they use to do in Elementary school.

Authors Note: Just 4 fun and I miss those days. The fun crafts you got to do in school when you were younger.

Masterlist

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Holiday Masterlist

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“How come we don’t do any fun holiday crafts in class anymore?” Y/n asked her boyfriend as they lazed around in his room.

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked turning around in his desk chair to look at her expecting an explanation.

“I mean it’s St. Patrick's Day and what did we do? The same old crap! Back in elementary school, we use to have a party and do crafts. Whatever happened to all that? What we move up a grade and that means fun activities have to stop? That's not fair.” Y/n ranted truly missing the fun activities from back in middle school.

“I get what you mean. An no its not fair.” Stiles smiled at her.

“No, its not.” Y/n sighed frustrated. She got up to sit on Stiles lap before continuing. “Remember when we got to make those leprechaun traps that one year?”

“Yeah, that was a lot of fun.” he stated while wrapping his arms around her waist.

“That was a blast!” she laughed

“You really miss it don’t you?” Stiles asked Y/n seeing the look in her eyes.

“Yeah.” Y/n sighed a little sad but also happy at the memories. Leaning in to hug him.

“Hey! Lets make a leprechaun trap and sit it up ourselves.” Stiles suggested hopping to cheer her up and being honest he misses those fun activities as well.

“Really?” she asked with excitement obvious in her voice.

“Yes, really.” Stiles smiled at her excitement.

“Your the best Stiles.” Y/n stated with a big smile leaning down to kiss him happily.

Taglist: @padawancat97

[sterekbros]

@sterekbingo trip to the zoo, @sterekfests week 1, @warmandfluffybingocards keepsake

keepsakes by Winchesterek

Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Original Hale-Stilinski Child(ren) Additional Tags: Fluff, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale is a Softie,cStiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Kid Fic, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, Parents Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Zoo, Summer, Summer Vacation

Elijah came darting and squealing out of the building, which had Stiles laughing when his son collided with his legs.

“Hey kiddo,” he said, carefully picking Elijah up and giving him a hug and kiss. Ava protested where she was tucked in the sling on Stiles’ chest, but Elijah giggled and looked down at her, giving his sister a kiss and a hug too.

“It’s summer!” Elijah squeaked, both at Stiles and Ava.

“It sure is,” Stiles replied rubbing a hand down Ava’s back as she fussed again. “Let’s get you into your car seat and head home. I think your Dad had something he wanted to share with us about summer.”

Elijah gasped, “A surprise?!”

“Maybe. Well, at least for you. Eva won't really know much better since she’s a baby still.” Stiles gave Elijah a squeeze when he tucked himself against Stiles’ neck and nuzzled him, scenting him in that way only wolves did.

It comforted Stiles as he thought about Elijah growing up so fast. He’d just finished his first year of kindergarten and soon enough, in five years, Ava would be starting her first year of school. Time flew by so fast.

He still remembered the day Elijah was born. He’d been born a baby, then within the next few hours he’d turned into a pup and it was something Stiles hadn't exactly been prepared for. He knew it could happen, but not so soon. Caring for Elijah as a pup was much different than caring for him as a baby.

When they got to the Jeep, Stiles helped Elijah into his car seat and buckled him in, then carefully took Ava out of her wrap and put her into her car seat as well.

“Alright, baby girl. We’re gonna feed you as soon as we get home and Elijah too. Then we’ve got a surprise for you guys.” Ava gurgled and Elijah was promptly distracted by something outside the Jeep, as if he’d already forgotten about the surprise at home.

Stiles climbed into the Jeep and closed the door, buckling up and revving the engine to life as he started back toward the house. When he got there, Derek was packing up the SUV as Stiles pulled into the driveway.

“Dad!” Elijah squirmed in his car seat, trying to get out as Derek approached the Jeep and opened the driver’s door when Stiles parked. He gave Stiles a kiss and looked at Elijah.

“Hey, bud.” Derek helped Stiles out of the Jeep before going around to get Elijah out of the back as Stiles got Ava. “How was school?”

“It was great! We had a party and I had cupcakes and—” Elijah clung to Derek as he started chatting away about his day at school, which made Stiles chuckle. Elijah never tired of talking, especially when it came to school. Thankfully, Derek always loved to hear everything about Elijah’s day. Which let Stiles care for Ava as Derek spent time with Elijah.

They headed inside and Derek made them all sandwiches as Stiles nursed Ava. She always ate like she was starving and Stiles was surprised how much she could eat. He walked around the kitchen, rubbing Ava’s back, and watching his family.

“And then we all signed the book!” Elijah said with a square of his sandwich in his hand. “It’s in my bag!”

Of course, Elijah was talking about his yearbook. Stiles would tuck it away on their keepsake bookcase later. His collection of yearbooks and what little they had left of Derek’s were on the same shelf, where they kept most of their family keepsakes together.

“You’ll have to show it to me later, bud,” Derek replied as he put a plate of sandwiches and chips in front of Stiles. Stiles picked at the chips, the barbecue flavor only making him hungrier as he snacked on them.

“So,” Derek started, looking at Stiles and then Elijah. “I was thinking we should make a trip to the zoo to celebrate finishing your first year of school. What do you think, Eli?”

Elijah gasped, almost dropping his sandwich as he looked between Stiles and Derek. “We can see the tigers!”

“I know you want to see the big white one,” Stiles chimed in, eating some of his sandwich and then chips, giving soft, happy little sounds as he ate. It always made him chuckle when Elijah did the same thing as he ate because he took after Stiles in that way.

“They have the new penguin exhibit open.” Derek grinned. “I was hoping we could see the penguins too.”

“Like the ones in the movie! The surfing one!” Elijah was practically vibrating in his seat with excitement.

“Surfs Up,” Stiles supplied around a bite of sandwich, shoving more chips into his mouth as Ava continued to nurse. “The one with the surfing penguins.”

“Yeah, that one!”

Stiles and Derek laughed.

“Alright, finish your sandwich so we can get going to the zoo.” Stiles finished his sandwich just as Ava eased up nursing.

He looked down at her and she was already fast asleep, looking what Stiles thought of as milk drunk. Just like people went into food comas after eating.

Stiles washed his hand and dried it on his jeans. “I’m going to go change Ava and refresh her bag while you get Eli into the car. Meet you in ten?”

“Sure thing.” Derek kissed Stiles’ temple when he walked by, running a hand along both Stiles and Ava in the way Derek did when he was marking them with his scent. It grounded Stiles and warmed him all at the same time.

Elijah started chattering right away when Derek returned his attention to their son, listening to them talk about the zoo and what animals they had there that they could see. Stiles, personally, wanted to see the meerkats. It always reminded him of watching The Lion King when he was a kid with his mom.

Today, he missed her. He sighed and changed Ava in a flash, then grabbed her baby bag and restocked it before hefting it onto his shoulder and meeting Derek at the SUV.

It didn't take them long to settle the kids and head off to the zoo. It was a couple of cities over and the kids napped on the way, but when they got there, Elijah was buzzing with energy.

Stiles tucked Ava into her baby wrap as Derek took Elijah out of his car seat, their son practically climbing on top of Derek before Derek had a chance to settle Elijah on his shoulders. Stiles might’ve been worried if Elijah wasn't a werewolf, but he’d never had to worry about him staying injured because he healed so quickly the few times he did.

Plus, Derek had a firm grip on him, which Stiles was confident would keep their son on his father’s shoulders, no matter how much Elijah wiggled and tried to escape into an animal pen.

Derek walked ahead of him, Elijah talked animatedly, just like Stiles usually did, all hands and motions. He rubbed a hand over Ava’s back as she slept and they easily bought tickets and headed into the zoo.

“We have to see the tigers! And penguins! And, and—” They stopped near the elephant exhibit, Elijah focused more on the elephants than his tangent of what he wanted to see at the zoo.

Derek held onto Elijah’s legs as he peered over the edge, down at the elephants bathing in the pools. Stiles noticed a baby elephant, which must have been born not too long ago and he rubbed Ava’s back again as he absent-mindedly jiggled her.

They moved on to the Giraffs, which Elijah fed and giggled the whole time when their large purple tongues stole the food they’d purchased from the appropriate food vendor. Thankfully, none of the animals seemed to be afraid of Derek or Elijah, even though Stiles was pretty sure they could tell they were predators.

When they stopped by the Meerkat pen, Stiles told his family about his mom and why he always thought of her when they saw the Meerkats. It was moments like this that he wished his mom was still here so his children could know their grandmother.

They took pictures with the Siberian tigers through the windows and when they got to the penguins, Elijah looked enamored with them as they dove into the water, spun around, and hopped back onto the docking area near the glass.

The penguins were very interested in Elijah as he pressed his face against the glass, hands next to his cheeks. The penguins hopped back into the water, darting and zooming around as if they were trying to play with him. Stiles took several pictures and a video and before long, they were heading off to another exhibit in the zoo.

Something caught Stiles’ eye as they walked along a shaded path, the trees swaying above them as the canopy made him almost feel like he was in the forest. He stopped next to it, reaching out to run his hand over the warm metal, eyes fixed on the pictures displayed at the front.

“Do you have any pennies?” Stiles asked, looking over at Derek where he and Elijah were watching flamingos.

“Pennies?” Derek asked, glancing in Stiles’ direction and then at the machine. “Yeah, of course.”

Derek fished a few coins out of his pocket and handed them to Stiles.

“Elijah, come check this out!” Stiles waited until Derek put Elijah down and they both joined him next to the machine. “This thing makes cool pennies. It’s called a penny press.”

Elijah looked at the picture on the front of the machine quizzically. “Like that?”

“Yeah… it looks like this one will have a picture of a tiger on it. We can probably find one with a penguin on it too.” Stiles put a few coins into the machine and twisted the knob.

It started to whir and click as it worked while he twisted the knob. After a few turns, a penny dropped into the dispenser and he fished it out. “Look!”

Elijah gasped and took the penny as Stiles handed it to him, his eyes big and full of wonder. “That’s so cool! We need to find a penguin!”

Stiles laughed and Derek tousled Elijah’s hair before picking Elijah up. Elijah laughed as Derek tucked him under his arm and took off running at a normal human jog, which amused Stiles to no end because that took more effort than running normally for Derek.

“Off to find the penguin penny!” Derek shouted as he zoomed Elijah around.

“Not too fast! You’ll leave me in the dust!” Stiles teased.

“No promises!” Derek replied and cast a grin at him.

If it was the last thing they did, it would be finding the penguin penny today. And Stiles knew Elijah would soon have a collection of penny keepsakes to add to their family shelf in no time.

It may be just a penny, but it was a memory that none of them would ever forget.

[houseofperfecttaste]

Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun(2)

Outer Banks x Teen Wolf PT.2

WARNINGS: Fighting scars, , R@pe talk.

*This isn't going to follow the Teen Wolf movie plot exactly because I wanna get right to the point in some areas. For the sake of the story pretend Dereks loft was in the middle of the woods :)*

It's been about five years since you left Beacon Hills and you and Rafe have been together for those five years. Your life has been quiet thank god, not having to deal with the supernatural for years. You've of course talked to Scott, your mom, and some of the others on occasion. No one in Outer Banks knows your secret but they're definitely starting to be suspicious of some of the scars on your body, wounds that your super healing couldn't fully heal. The group including Rafe also noticed your eyes glowing when you got insanely pissed at a guy one night. Rafe was always the one to comment on the scars that ran across your back.

It was after a 10-hour shift at The Wreck and you had been sleeping over Rafes for the past couple of days so you headed over after work hopping in his shower. You knew he would be home soon after a long day at the course. You were letting the water cascade down your body and you heard the door open knowing it was Rafe. "Hey ba-" His sentence was cut short when seeing the laceration scars across your back. "What are these?" Rafe whispered running his finger across them.

"I don't want to talk about it. Bad memories." You whispered back leaning back into him his arms wrapping around your waist kissing your shoulder. "Okay, baby. I'm all ears if you ever wanna talk." He reassured smiling against my neck and running his hands over my stomach. "You wouldn't understand Rafe. Very few can understand." He didn't know what to say knowing that if you said he wouldn't understand you meant it and he didn't want to push it. He didn't let him stop from wondering what happened to you. He wasn't stupid he knew they were whip lacerations and the thought of that happening to you made him sick. He would probably have a heart attack if he found out everything.

You were at Rafes end of summer party and everyone was wasted out of their minds. You were drunk as hell due to the wolfs-bane in your drink. During the summer you made friends with a girl at your job and you became very good friends and you guys knew each other's secrets (most of them.) One thing you knew is that she had a restraining order against her r@pist. You were standing in the kitchen sipping on your mixed drink looking around the party. Your eyes landed on the drunken girl and the same guy she told you about. You slammed your drink down marching over and pushing him away from her.

"Get the fuck away from her." Your voice was stern and hard glaring at him. "It's fine, she's my girlfriend." He tried making your face turn in disgust and your glare turning even harsher. "I'll call the cops right fucking now." He put his hands up in defense a smile on his ugly ass face knowing I knew. "I'm innocent, the bitch is just fucking crazy." You cocked your head to the side your tongue poking your cheek. "What the fuck did you just say? I'm gonna give you a chance to walk away." He crossed his arms thinking he would win just because he was bigger than me. I could fucking kill him in a second if I wanted to.

When he realized I wasn't to back down he scoffed turning to walk away. "It's not r@pe if she liked it." He said under his breath and you grabbed his shoulder turning him around and punching him right in the middle of his face. A whole circle formed around you guys including Kie, Rafe, JJ, Pope, and so on and so forth. You threw multiple punches at him your face stone cold as the pogues and Rafe were watching in shock and terror. They've never seen you angry and this went from 0 to 100 real quick. Since they were all relatively in front of you they all could've sworn they saw your eyes glow red. They never said anything they just blamed it on the strobe lights.

You were sleeping in Rafes' bed on your side of the bed the same dream occurring the past few months. It was Allison well a form of Allison and she was in distress screaming for help and it's all that would happen before the dream ended. This time she seemed so real, the screams sounded real and you were there with her trying to save her but she kept getting farther away. "Allison! Allison! Allison!" You chanted in your dream. Rafe woke up to you screaming a name in fear and hyperventilating in your sleep. "Baby! Y/N! Y/N!" He shook you until you woke up and your eyes shot open tears rolling down your face as you were sweating and your chest heaving.

"You're safe baby. You're okay I'm here." He moved the blankets off of you to cool you down and turned his fan on sitting in front of you on the bed. "Are you okay love?" He rubbed his hands up and down your arms as you nodded even though you weren't. "Can I ask something?" He knew not to ask about your past but it was worth a shot. "Of course." You whispered grabbing the water from the nightstand. "Who's Allison?" You took a gulp of your water slowly putting the cap back on deciding on whether to say anything or not.

"Uh, she was my best friend. My brother's first love. She died for me. She pushed me out of the way. We couldn't save her." You whispered closing your eyes as you relived one of the worst nights of your life. "I'm so sorry baby. But that's not your fault, she loved you and you can't blame yourself for not being able to save her." He tried to reassure. The thing was you would've been able to save her but she wasn't in pain, you can't take away pain if there's none. "Goodnight baby." You kissed him laying back down with Rafe wrapping his arms around you from behind. When you woke up you informed Rafe that you were going to go back home(new home) for a few days to clear your mind.

You were chilling in your room watching tv when all of a sudden you got a text from Liam only saying 'We got a problem.' You sat up in bed abruptly. You called Liam chewing your lip. "What kind of fucking problem?" You immediately asked when he picked up the phone. "I'm good Y/N, how are you." You laughed at his sassiness pinching the bridge of your nose. "Yeah, I'm great Dunbar. What is the problem?" "Uh, the Nogistune escaped. Onis are back. You know same old same old." You knew he was nervous and you gulped hard. "How'd he escape?" "A hooded figure freed him. I don't know who it is." "Okay, I'll be back in Beacon Hills as soon as possible." You hung up calling Scott immediately after.

"Liam text you?" He immediately asked. "Yeah with no explanation at all." You laughed as did he agreeing Liam did the same thing to him. "Dunbar hasn't changed. So are you going back to Beacon Hills?" "I don't think I have a choice, Scott. I'm packing now and I'll be back home the first chance I get. It's going to come back after us and we'll get killed if we don't fight." The conversation continued as you grabbed your bag and keys leaving the house and heading to the airport texting your aunt and uncle saying you were going back home for a few. Kie hid behind the bathroom door so she wouldn't be caught eavesdropping on your conversation. Kiara heard you leave the house but you were already long gone. Kie rushed out of the house heading to the Chateau texting Sarah to have Rafe head there too.

"Guys! Guys!" She yelled sprinting up to the porch and flinging the door open. "You good Kie?" JJ asked standing up and heading over to her and she shook her head. "It's Y/N, she's going back home and she was on the phone with her brother talking about how something is after them and they might get killed." She rushed out in one breath and everyone was confused telling her to slow down. "What the fuck do you mean she'll get killed?" Rafe asked standing up and running his hands over his buzzcut. "I don't know Rafe! All I heard was that if they don't fight they get killed! It's all I heard!" The whole group started stressing and worrying sitting down and putting their heads in their hands.

"Okay well, the only option is to go to Beacon Hills after her," Cleo said with a shrug acting like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Alright, let's go." JJ piped up not about to sit around while his friend is in danger. "How the hell are we going to get there?" Pope asked the reasonable question. Rafe and Sarah looked at each other smirking. "Ward's private jet." They all went their separate ways packing and Sarah was of course able to get Ward to give her the plane. They all met up at the plane and loaded their things before starting their journey to California.

You had arrived at Beacon Hills four hours later texting Scott saying he was back at home and that Mom was at work. You entered the house, and Scott instantly wrapped you in his arms. "I've missed you." You whispered into his shoulder hugging him tightly. "I've missed you too." You felt him smile against your head. You guys pulled away and you saw Argent, Lydia, and Derek standing in the kitchen. You hugged all of them then all sat around discovering that you, Scott, Lydia, and Argent have been having the same nightmare/vision about Allison.

"We gotta save Allison," Scott said and you all agreed and found the ritual that you all had to do to help her. You, Scott, Lydia, and Malia made your way into the forest during the night heading to the Nemeton to perform the ritual to break her free. You guys started walking away when nothing started to happen but as you started walking you heard the tree start crackling and when you turned around the stump was glowing and soon enough a naked Allison was laying on the tree stump unconscious. You rushed her to the hospital, your mom getting her into a room.

When Allison woke up she snuck out of her room and you all split up to try and find her but she kicked your asses each time someone got a hold of her. She left the hospital while you and Scott ran into Argent and Deacon. You all looked at each other and ran after Allison but she was already gone. "She didn't recognize me," Argent said and Scott agreed. "She was expecting me to say my last name was.." "Hale." Scott and Argent said at the same time. "We need to find Derek." You said looking at Scott and both of you got in his truck using your senses to find him.

"We need to find Derek. Now." You and Scott were able to track him to the high school to see Liam and Hikari standing over Derek ready to fight Allison who was holding her crossbow but ran.

"Go after her, I got Derek." You said heading over to him ripping off a part of your shirt to place on his neck trying to slow and stop the blood. "Eli- find Eli." Derek choked out and you looked up at Liam. "Find him." You told Liam and him and his girlfriend ran off leaving you with Derek. "Stop talking. I got you." You were able to drag him to the car but as soon as you got him in arrows were shot into the tires. You turned around to see Allison walking towards you her crossbow raised at you.

You put your hands up in defense not wanting to have to fight Allison. The Pogues and Rafe tracked your location to the high school and hid in the bushes when seeing you exit the building but to their surprise, you weren't alone. "What the fuck?" Kie gasped when seeing you were carrying someone who was missing a piece of their throat. They watched as you loaded the mystery man into a truck and as a brunette shot the tires and was stalking toward you. "I just want Derek Hale," Allison stated holding her crossbow at your head and you shook your head. "You're not getting him." "Looks like I'll just have to kill you for him."

You knew if Derek didn't get help soon his chance of surviving was low. Allison shot an arrow at you and you caught it throwing it on the ground. She throws her crossbow on the ground grabs her knives and runs toward you swinging at you but you duck and dodge every swing she took at you trying not to fight her. Sheriff Stilinski pulled up and you yelled at him to get Derek in the back of the cop car and take him to the old loft. "Why does that look exactly like Allison?" Sheriff yelled as he and Mason dragged Derek out of the truck and you kept Allison away. "Because it is Allison!" Sheriff's mouth dropped but he knew he didn't have time to talk to you about it at the moment.

Rafe's mouth dropped when hearing you say that because just two days ago you told him that Allison was dead. That she died for you and here he was witnessing you fighting her. Allison cut your knee making you fall and she was about to stab you until Scott ran over and tackled her. "Go with Derek. I got this." You nodded climbing into the car and speeding off. The Pogues left when you left and found a little motel to stay at for the time being. "Okay, so there's a lot to unpack from what we just saw." John B said and everyone nodded never being so confused in their lives.

"T-That girl is supposed to be dead," Rafe said sitting on the bed and running his hands over his buzzcut. "How do you know?" JJ looked at him suspiciously. "The other night Y/N had a nightmare and was screaming 'Allison' in her sleep. When I woke her up she said Allison was her best friend and that she died for Y/N. She pushed Y/N out of the way of something and she got killed." "Well, she looked pretty alive to me," Cleo said making Rafe roll his eyes, he didn't know how that girl was alive but he knew she was supposed to be dead.

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[sunnyie-eve]

19 | Vault

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring:  (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: None

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

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"Get everything done last night?" Stiles takes his seat behind Julia in class.

"Yeah, I did. Then I went to bed." She lies to him.

"So your night went better than mine. My friend disappeared on me last night during her birthday party." He tells her.

"Have you heard from her yet?" She asks so he shakes his head no as coach starts class.

"The stock market is based on two principles. What are they?" Scott raises his had no coach says he can go to the bathroom.

"Uh, no. Coach, I know the answer." Scott makes him laugh.

"Oh, you're serious?"

"Yeah, it's risk and reward." Scott answers him.

"Wow, who are you and what have you done to McCall? Don't answer that. I like you better. I like you better. Does anybody have a quarter? A quarter?" Coach asks so Stiles pulls out one but the condom he took last night falls out.

Julia looks down at the floor shocked but tries to hold her laughter as coach congratulates him. Julia looks back at him, "Was that part of your bad night or?" She eyes him before turning back around spacing out drawing in her book.

"Martin, Risk or Reward? Or don't play?" Coach brings her back.

"Why not." She gets up taking the quarter and makes it making him applaud her as she goes back to drawing.

After school Scott, Stiles, Julia, Derek, and Isaac go to Deaton in hope he can help Isaac remember things.

"Why aren't you helping pour the ice?" Stiles asks Julia as she stood to the side with her arms crossed watching him, Scott, and Derek.

"The bags are cold and I don't want to touch them."

"Isaac is literally getting in the ice bath and you don't want to touch a bag because it's cold?" Stiles crosses his arms.

"Yeah. That's Isaac not me." She smiles as he grabs another ice bag. "How slow does his heart rate have to be?" She asks Deaton.

"Very slow."

"Yeah, well, how slow is very slow?" Derek asks him.

"Nearly dead."

"It's safe though?" Isaac touches the ice cold water.

"Do you want me to answer honestly?"

"No. No, not really." Isaac whispers but Stiles playing with rubber gloves makes everyone look at him.

"What?" He looks at them confused.

"Take that off." Julia walks over taking it off him.

"Julia," Isaac takes his shirt off tossing it to her to hold so she catches it.

"There's a table right there but okay..." She mumbles as she watches.

When the three have trouble holding Isaac down, Julia backs away as water splashes.

"Remember, only I talk to him. Too many voices may confuse him and draw him out. I want you to remember it for me. In vivid detail as much as possible. Like you're actually there again" Deaton tells Isaac making him start to move around.

"I-I don't wanna do that. I don't- I don't wanna do that." He repeats making the guys hold him down a little again.

Isaac jolts up in the ice bath, "I saw it! I saw the name!" He repeats as the guys help him out and Julia quickly wrap the towel around him. "It's um, Beacon Hills first National Bank. It's um, abandoned bank. And, and and they're keeping them locked inside, inside the vault." He was freezing so Julia wraps her arms around him. "What?" Isaac asks confused as everyone was quiet.

"You don't remember what you said right before you come out of it, do you?" Julia says so he looks at her saying no.

"Or how you said when they captured you that they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it?"

"What body?"

"Erica, you said it was Erica." Stiles tells him.

Derek says it's not Erica because then who was with Boyd. Then saying how he has to break in so Julia watched Stiles look up about a guy who has broke in in the past.

"How long?" Derek asks.

"It's the internet, Derek. Okay, minutes." Stiles chuckles just for him, Scott, and Julia to spend all night researching.

"Julia, you're falling asleep." Scott says exhausted waking her up some.

"Huh, no. I'm reading." She brings the paper closer to her face closing her eyes as she cuddles one of Stiles' pillows.

"She's not reading is she?" Stiles says as his eyelids were heavy.

"Nope, she went straight back to sleep." Scott closes his eyes for a few seconds.

"I can still hear you idiots." Julia mumbles, slapping Stiles' leg next to her before falling back to sleep.

-

Noah walks into Stiles' room to tell them to get to school but the three were still passed out asleep. "Guys. Hey, time to wake up. Guys! Guys!" Noah raises his voice and the boys wake up but not Julia. "I got to get to work. You three, get to school." Noah walks off but Stiles asks about Heather and gets nothing.

"Ten hours and nothing."

"We're gonna find something." Scott tells him.

"Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead. Or Boyd any less about to be dead."

"Well, we still have time." Scott adds.

"Is this whole, like, remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster thing a part of the be a better Scott McCall program?" Stiles asks him.

"Uh, not if it doesn't works."

"No, it works. Julia, it's time to get up." Stiles goes over waking her up.

"Look." She hands him the paper she held all night making him rush after his dad.

"Huh?" Scott asks.

"His dad arrested the guy." Julia sits up pulling off her shirt so she was in her tank top. "What?" She laughs at him going over to Stiles clothes taking a flannel to put on. "I'm not going to school being seen wearing the same thing I did yesterday."

"But who pays attention to you to realize?" Scott jokes with her which earns him a glare.

"For one Lydia would." She walks over slapping him playfully so they play around laughing.

"You know I never mentioned it yesterday but you had Isaac's scent all over you." Scott leans down to whisper into her ear as he held her arms down from hitting him.

"Why were you taking in my scent?" She turns her head to the side then looks back at him.

"Hey, your vanilla cupcake is nice to take in and I mostly got Isaac. Wanna explain?" He lets go of her so she turns to face him.

"That's not any of your business... is it?" She smiles leaving the room passing Stiles.

"That's my shirt..." He turns to watch her walk downstairs.

"Said she's not going to school being seen wearing the same thing she did yesterday." Scott explains to her so Stiles changes for school.

At school during English, Scott kept looking over at Julia, who sat in front of Stiles, wondering about her and Isaac. He didn't even know they were even a little bit close.

"Dude, you're gonna burn holes into the back of her head." Stiles notices as Julia was zoned in on reading. "Why are you staring at her?"

"Huh? She's keeping a secret. And I want to know more." He says as the bell rings.

"A secret?" Stiles walks with him as Julia went to her next class without them.

"Yeah."

"Wanna give me some context or?" Stiles waits for more.

"Her and Isaac." Scott looks at his best friend.

"Julia and Isaac? Ha! No." Stiles shakes his head not seeing it.

"Yesterday I could smell him all over her." Scott sees the look in Stiles' eyes, "I asked her about it this morning and she said it's not my business." Stiles takes off heading towards her class confusing Scott, "Dude, where are you going?"

Stiles sees Julia sitting in the back corner so he rushes over to her making Scott rush to grab him, "So you-," Scott covers Stiles' mouth.

"Sorry." Scott drags him out.

"Don't bring it up. So obvious. Hint towards it. Catch her slip." Scott tells him as they head to their class.

For the rest of the day, Julia was confused on how the boys were acting and even when they got to Derek's place. Stiles goes over the plans while Julia just sat and watched them.

"You gonna punch through the wall?" Stiles asks Derek.

"Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall."

"Okay, big guy let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it. Come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big bad wolf. Yeah, look at that. Okay, see this? That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch though solid co-," Derek punches Stiles' hand. "Ah! Ah! He can do it." Stiles whimpers out in pain walking off so Julia goes after him.

"Don't push him next time." She passes him to get ice to put on his hand for a bit.

"Could someone kill him again, please?" Stiles talks about Peter as Julia give him the ice. "Oh, thank you."

"Seriously, Derek. It's not worth the risk." Peter tells him.

"What about you?" Derek asks.

"Yeah, if you want me to come-," Stiles starts.

"Not you."

"Got it." Stiles points at Scott.

"I don't know about Erica. But if Boyd's still alive. We have to do something. We have to try. But? Who's the other girl? The one locked in there with Boyd?" Scott says.

When Scott and Derek leave Stiles walks around while Peter and Julia sat around. "Where's Isaac?" Stiles asks Peter looking over at Julia to see if she reacts to his name.

"I don't know. I don't pay attention to him." Peter answers while Julia sat on Derek's bed messing with her fingers.

"Julia, do you know?" Stiles asks making her look over at him.

"Nope." She shakes her head not really caring where he was before going outside to look out at at the view while Stiles and Peter realize why the alpha pack kept Boyd and the girl in the vault.

"Hey, we have a problem." Stiles goes outside to tell Julia so he catches her up on what's happening.

They head to his jeep to go help but while they were driving Julia let's out an unconsciously scream causing Stiles to slam on his breaks pulling over.

"You said that means someone died, right?" He asks her.

"Go straight." Julia tells him directions as she closes her eyes following a instinct.

As they were driving Julia's phone goes off so Stiles answers it for her as she still tells him where to go. "Hello?"

"Stiles?" Lydia says confused.

"Yeah, um Julia is busy giving me directions. What did you need?"

"There's a dead guy at the pool. I just found him." She tells him.

"Okay, I think that's where she's telling me to go. We'll be there." He hangs up. "Lydia found the body." Stiles lets Julia know.

"Well, hurry up."

When they get to the pool they rush to Lydia and Stiles says he'll call his dad. "I already called 911."

"You called the police before you called us?"

"I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?" Lydia asks him.

"Yes!" Stiles shouts so he calls Scott while Julia gets closer to the dead guy.

"Julia!" Stiles pulls her back.

"I'm just looking. I don't think Boyd or Derek's sister did this. Look, at it closer. That's not from claws." She tells him.

"I just want to go home." Lydia tells the two so they head out once the police show up.

Stiles ended up following the two home then going into the house with them up to Lydia's room. "Stiles? Why did you follow us inside?" Julia looks up at him.

"Oh, yeah. Umm..." He turns to leave.

"Are neither of you really going to ask me how I knew to go there finding him." Lydia looks at them. "Because I don't know how I did. I didn't know where I was until I got out of the car." She tells them.

"Let me guess. Before you left you screamed?" Julia asks her. "Told you. She's the same." Julia looks at Stiles.

"Same?" Lydia asks confused.

"I'll leave you to talk. I'm gonna go." Stiles leaves them alone.

"We are called a Banshee. We have the supernatural power to sense and predict when someone is about to die. I still don't really know the ways but since my accident when we were younger I found out through research. Our power got activated by our bites. So I officially welcomed you to the weird random screaming club." Julia smiles.

"I just want to apologize again for everything in the past. At least I have you unlike how you had no one." Lydia pulls Julia into a hug.

"Well, like I said, I still don't understand it, but yeah, you have me." Julia hugs her back.

[themultifandomgal]

Tyler Hoechlin- Our Love

Comic Con 2011 Panel Interview

July 2011

After doing press interviews I stand nervously next to Tyler waiting to be introduced for our comic con panel. Not only am I nervous for my first ever interview/panel, we also are a fairly new TV show so there may not be many people here. We only have a few episodes left for season 1 to air now

"You ok?" Tyler asks giving me a little smile wrapping one arm around my waist and giving me a hug

"Just nervous"

"You'll be fine. Your sat next to me so if you are asked something and your unsure just give me a nudge"

"Thanks"

"I'd like to get started and introduce the moderator for the panel Deborah Birnbaum the editor in-chief for TV Guid Magazine" Justin Levy announces through the microphone. Deborah walks on the stage to the microphone. She then starts introducing us all

"Creator and executive producer Jeff Davis, director and co executive producer Russell Mulcahy, my favourite shirtless wonder Tyler Hoechlin, the girl with the comebacks YN YLN..." I sit next to Tyler while Deborah calls out everyone else's names "you guys bought Teen Wolf to comic con last year how is it different this year?"

"Well last year no one knew us" Posey says into his mic he's sharing with Crystal

"I feel like last time people were mad we were remaking the movie" Tyler says "and now it's like Teen Wolf!"

"YN this is your first comic con, you didn't come last year so how are you finding it?" Deborah asks me. I lean over to Tyler who moves the mic a little closer to me

"Errm it's crazy. These guys have been so excited while I've been a nervous wreck not knowing what to expect, but everyone has just been so lovely and it's been great to meet everyone who's supporting the show"

"Love you!" someone in the crowd shouts

"We love you" Posey shouts back

"It's just on huge love fest" Holland chuckles

"Ok let's go down the line. Favourite episode, favourite scene"

"It's upcoming. I can't say my favourite scene yet but err I think episode 10 is my favourite” Jeff says

“Errm I think show just accelerates and episodes 11 will send tingles up your spine”

“My favourite episode so far was episode 3, the fight scene with me and Tyler, I do also like episode 9” Tyler says

“YN?”

“Ooo I did like that episode, mainly the err no fit scene that just cracked me up, but my favourite so far hasn’t aired yet so I can’t say to much, but it’s episode 12. It’s just jam packed in that episode it’s a rollercoaster” the others start to tell there favourite episodes and scenes, while I mainly listen but every time Tyler moves next to me I can feel his body touching mine in some way, wether that’s his arm touching mine or his thigh touching mine which keeps distracting me.

Jeff talks a bit about the knowledge of werewolves. Deborah asks some more questions that the others answer then it’s back to me

“YN what’s going on between Stella and Derek?”

“Errr” I laugh trying to think of an answer where it doesn’t give anything away “you know, Derek and Stella are best friends, they’ve been through a lot and will carry on to do so”

“We can see the tension between the pair, so will we be getting any Derella kiss scenes? The fans want to know if Derek and Stella will date” I look at Tyler to answer this question

“I guess you’ll have to watch more episodes to find out”

“You know it’s so hard to not give away spoilers because we all know what’s coming up. We know how the season ends and it’s so hard to sit here and answer the questions without giving anything away” I say laughing

“We want the spoilers” Deborah says

“I don’t want to loose my job” I reply looking at Jeff and Russel

“Ok but surely you can talk about off set. What’s that like for you guys?”

“We’re like a huge family” Colten says “we all genuinely like each other and hang out”

“Normally we are over at YN’s place. Especially for watch parties” Dylan looks over at me

“Me, YN and Crystal take turns in buying coffee in the morning for each other. Like Colten said we really are just a big family” since we can hold hands or act in a relationship Tyler subtly places his pinkie over mine behind our name cards.

“Alright Mr Hoechlin, Miss YLN, are your characters bad guys? We see Derek doing some not so great things and Estella just goes along with it”

“Kinda” Tyler replies but looks at me I shrug smiling at him

“Do they want to protect Scott or have they got their own agenda”

“Erm Derek is definitely trying to protect Scott but does have his own motivation”

“For me I don’t see them as the quote on quote enemy’s or anything. Derek wants something and Stella being his friend wants to help. Both have their reasons for why they do what they do but I do think they both want to help Scott”

“Derek doesn’t seem to like Stiles very much, yet Stella and Stiles get on so well”

“I think part of the reason that Derek doesn’t like Stiles is because he and Stella are so alike with the witty banter, I think Derek just has enough of them sometimes” I laugh “and I think Stiles isn’t a fan of Derek for the same reason”

“So it’s Stella’s fault?”

“Kinda I guess”

“Ok I have 1 more Derek and Stella question. Derek seems to have a past with Alison’s aunt Kate and Stella probably hates Kate the most out of everyone. What can you tell us about that?” I look at Tyler and give him a nudge to tell him to answer the question because I’m scared I might spoil it

“Errm I can tell you that you’ll learn about all of that in the next couple of episodes”

We finish up the panel and go for food before heading to more interviews that we have to do. I sit down on the couch with Tyler, both of us eating our food

“So when are you guys going to tell the public?” Holland asks sitting opposite

“Why?”

“Well your not very subtle in the way you look at each other”

“Or the sneaky touches” Colten joins Holland

“Are we really that obvious?” I ask earning a nod from both Holland and Colten

“I guess we will have to tell them eventually but right now I think we’re fine in our little bubble” Tyler says placing an arm over my shoulders

“Well you may want to look on Twitter. Fans are speculating and shipping you guys” Holland holds out her phone, Tyler just shrugs his shoulders

“Let them. Creates some buzz for the show” I roll my eyes taking Hollands phone

“Ok they aren’t that bad. Maybe we just need to be more careful”

[roseofithaca]

A Slip Through Worlds (Part 12)

With the truth finally out, Amy ( @idiotwithanipad 's oc) and Co. focus on getting both Silver's back to where they belong.

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"What do you mean, Fizzy? Hehehe, of course I'm your Silver! Your best friend and fellow dragon rider, hehehe!" The bleeding girl grinned.

Robin also scoffed; "Yeah, what she say! Almost, not dragon bit. Who you think she be? Julian in mask and dress?"

"Ew, no, and fuck you for putting that image in my head." Amy seethed. "I mean she's obviously not our Silver! She must have got swapped with some Silver from another dimension!"

"What?"

The teen pinched the bridge of her nose; "Seriously, mate, I thought you were more into Sci Fi than me. You must have seen that Star Trek film! The one from nearly twenty years ago, with the two Spocks?"

"Oooh, pointy ear guy, long live prosper."

"Yeah, that, that's what she is!" Amy jabbed a finger towards the confused Silver.

Robin frowned; "Vulcan?"

"No! An alternate version! From a world like ours but where things happened different! A world where...our Silver turned blind and crazy when she died, apparently."

"Hey! Hehehe, I'm blind but not deaf, hehehe. 'Crazy' is an offensive term, I am mentally impaired and stuck in a permanant high, haha!"

"Sorry." Amy groaned with a roll of her eyes.

Robin looked at the girl he still had his arm around, peering at her up and down before he shook his head.

"No, no, that not be it. Me know Moonah Girl, would know if she not-."

"Have you smelled her since she woke up?" Amy challenged, "Dude, I'm half the bloodhound you are, and I could smell she weren't our Silv the first moment she glomped me."

"I..." He doesn't look too sure; "Well. No. Maybe not. Been told it rude."

Amy bit her lip and had to restrain herself from throttling the furry idiot.

"This ONE time you have permission!" She told him, tersely.

Robin continued to look uncertain. He moved his head near the base of Weird Silver's neck and sniffed. The blind girl didn't seem offended, merely giggled again as if she were being tickled. Another confirmation for Amy. Their Silver would have swatted the caveman on his nose with the whole of her palm..

When he raised his head back up, he looked as though his world had just collapsed.

"Believe me now?" Amy stressed.

Robin let go of the imposter and stepped back toward her old bed before flopping down to sit on the edge of the mattress.

"But...if she not..." He breathed, wind knocked out of his ancient chest, then looked up at Amy; "Where our Moonah Girl?!"

-

Crackle. Snap. No pop.

Not rice krispies, she thinks upon 'waking' (though she doubts that's what it truly is) in this new place. There are no fae lights floating around her, no Regency style orchestra playing nostalgic melodies. No sky above, just rock. Orange light illuminates the primitive drawings that decorate nearly every inch of the walls. Stick figures wielding spears, defeating mammoths and bears, dancing with smaller stick figures beneath a large circle hanging above.

All the images are freshly drawn, either carved or painted with blood or some crude 'ink'.

She sits up, taking a breath, relieved to hear no laughter or gossip of artificial party guests around her. Only the crackle of a large fire pit beside her, that's as warm and comfy as the furs wrapped around her. Silver runs her fingers along them, not missing the dresses she'd been gifted at all. Was this fox? Or wolf? Maybe both. Maybe something long extinct.

The only other sound is the rain outside. The mouth of the cave is far down on a slope. No risk of her getting damp. This was a home well chosen by whoever set up camp here.

Near the opening, barely visible against the dark of the forest outside, is the silhouette of a ragged man, sat on guard.

"Robin?" She calls, hopefully.

He turns his head. The light of the fire reveals his wounds and tree-like scars from the lightning strike.

Silver deflates a little. Of course.

"You're not him." She sits back, hugging the pelts around her.

He grunts.

Sorry to disappoint.

Silver looks up, blinking; "...Did you just speak?"

Another grunt.

No. No speak. Me think. You hear. Like Big Eyed Girl do.

Right. Silver nodded, understanding; "So...this is another of the witch's tricks?"

Not Robin shook his mane.

Not quite. She not bring you here. Me did. Not sure how.

He shrugged again.

Fell asleep. Saw Strange Girl trapped in loud party. Brought here. More quiet. Where I come when nap to get away from Noisy Cub.

Silver looked back at the walls, to the drawings. She ran her finger over one depicting a taller stick figure holding the hands of two smaller ones at his sides.

"This is your dream?"

With a nod, he grunted.

Yes. No mess anything up.

She smiled. There wasn't much in the way of 'furniture'. Bedrolls, ceremonial altars with skulls and other offerings, toys made from sticks and long grass, other stone tools. Still miles preferable to any fantasy luxury the witch could summon for her.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked.

Another grunt as he looked away.

Strange Girl not stop crying. Thought quiet help. Did. Strange Girl no cry now. Me no have headache.

She smiled; "Thank you. That was sweet."

When he turned his head to growl at her, she flinched, shuffling closer to the fire.

Me not sweet! Me dangerous! Strange Girl no forget!

He snarled at her, curling his lips back.

Silver felt the smile creep back; "My bad. I was clearly right about you from the start. You have no heart. No feelings."

Another grunt as he nodded, content for that to be the agreement.

She tucked her knees in close before stretching her hand to soak in some of the fire's warmth. It would be a comfort, if not for the smell, that reminded her of what she might never see again. She sniffed.

Not Robin grunted.

Strange Girl start cry again?!

"No. I'm tired of crying." She sighed; "I'm just sad, okay. I dunno if I'll ever see my home again. My friends. My mum....my real mum..."

A rumble sounded from the caveman's throat.

After a long pause, he spoke again, to her mind.

Mistress ask if me want to see babies when visit here. She say she make seem real. Many time tempted. But say no. Not real. Not want.

Her heart panged for him. As she looked over, she saw he carried that same pain of loss that her own Robin did in his eyes.

Silver got up, tugging the pelts around her like a giant shawl and sitting closer to him.

"Did these belong to your kids?" She asked.

A grizzle. At first she was afraid that the question upset him too much to answer. Then he turned and poked the grey fur.

That Pin favorite. Always like wolf.

He then moved his finger to the spotted print.

Sol, he like leopard. Hard to find, harder to kill. Worth it to see smile. And fox...Kya love fox.

"Kya. Your second daughter." She spoke.

He met her eyes.

How Strange Girl know?

Silver smiled; "I told you. We're friends in that other world. You don't....find it easy to talk about your kids and I try not to push but...Kya was pretty special, right?"

All babies special. Kya just...most like me. Little idiot.

A twitch appeared in the corner of that crooked mouth, and for a second he looked like her Robin.

She wanted to hug him but....given all those wounds close to his neck, she doubted that would be comfy for him.

"Thank you, Rogh. For sharing their furs with me." She said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

He flinched at first, looking ready to push her away or growl in defense, but then surprised when she pulled back so quick.

Looking adorably confused, he reached up to stroke his own cheek.

Strange Girl welcome. Sorry....Mistress make cry. She no mean to.

Silver cringed as she turned away, looking towards the trees.

"Excuse me if I don't forgive her for trapping me."

She only do what she think right. She not monster. She Mum.

"Not my mum. And she never will be." Silver gulps, "I don't care if she keeps me here for a thousand years. I'll never stop trying to get home."

The caveman dips his head before rubbing at his own chest. Is that remorse that she spots on his face?

"Do you think they'd be happy with you? If they saw you now? Scratch that, I can confirm they are watching, if the after-afterlife here is anything like my world." Silver presses.

She reaches for his paw and presses it against the fox pelt.

"D'you think they'd be proud of their dad? Helping keep a girl away from her real family?"

The haggard face winces and Not Robin pulls his hand away. With a growl, he gets up and moves on his knuckles further from her.

Go back to fire, Strange Girl. Rest. Enjoy quiet before Sister arrives.

-

"Okay...me think I get it now." Robin sighed once Stompy had finished her explanation.

Moonah Girl raised her hand.

"I'm still a bit lost, hehehe. How many Spider-Mans are there again?" She asked.

"Too many, but that wasn't the point!" Amy groaned, feeling like a school teacher stuck with the two most dense students to deal with; "To sum up, there are infinite universes and infinite versions of us all. The Silvers obviously got switched at the big freaky wall."

"Ooh, you mean the window? Hahaha, where I had a dance with that funny girl and then she disappeared."

Both Amy and Robin stared at her.

"Funny girl? What funny girl?" The hoodie wearing teen asked.

"The one who knocked on the window, hehehe. I pushed and found her hands, we twirled around, then she was gone! Poof! Haha. And then I woke up and Robin found me!"

He tried not to flinch as the girl reached for his hand. Her touch made him feel ill now, where moments ago he'd welcomed it, relieved to be someone that Moonah Girl trusted again. Back when she was Moonah Girl.

Amy frowned as she seemed to put all the pieces together quicker than he could. It was still a shock for him to realise the girl he'd been devoting every minute of care to for the past three nights hadn't been who he thought.

"Right....so that must have been how it happened. Two Silvers touched each other and that, for some reason, let them go through the wall? Weird. But at least we know how to fix all this."

"We do?" Robin asked.

"Keep up, dummy! We just need to get this Silver back to the wall, hope our Silver can be there at the same time and swap them back." She said, making it sound so easy.

The bleeding girl holding onto him gasped.

"Wait! You're saying, hehehe, that I can go home? I can see Mummy and my Amy? They're not gone forever?!" She bounced in her seat on the duvet.

Amy nodded; "That's what I'm hoping, yeah."

"Oh that is wonderful!" She squealed and then threw her arms around Robin's neck; "Did you hear that, fluffy friend?! I can have Mummy back!"

"Uh, yeah...Sorry me told you she gone. That just Mu...This world Silver's mum." He said, looking to Amy for a nod of clarification that he got that right.

Not Silver just giggled more; "Oh that's okay! It's always good news to hear your mum isn't gone forever, hehehe. Oh but....Wait. The Silver who lived here has no Mummy? Or Fizzy Girl? That's so sad! Hahaha."

"Yeah, you really sound broken up about it." Amy frowned, impatient.

"Sorry, hehehe, I can't help it! Hahaha, I laugh even when I'm sad or bored or even screaming, hahaha."

"Oh." Amy looked horrified at that thought; "Okay, that...does sound awful."

"It sucks balls, hahaha!" The girl wiped a tear from her eyes as she cackled, ceaselessly; "Oh, poor other Silver. She must be so lonely."

"Well don't feel that sorry for her." Amy frowned, a little defensive; "She still has me, I ain't chopped liver! I visit her dreams when I can and bring messages from her mum. And she'll see her again, someday."

"Oh, that's nice." The teen calmed. "And I guess she has all the nice ghosts here like your daddy, Mr Patrick, Kitty and Sweet Robin, of course! Hehehe. She's so lucky to have you as a friend." Silver hugged his furry sleeve.

Robin gulped, avoiding Amy's knowing gaze. Yeah. So lucky.

"You still have mum in your world? She no go up to stars?" He said, looking at her, then to Stompy; "That good then! Moonah Girl safe with other Mary. She take care of her." That was some relief, surely.

Amy frowned; "She didn't look safe to me. If that dream we both had was Silver then she looked like she was in deep shit!"

"But that's silly, hehehe." Other Silver kicked her boots; "Mummy is the nicest, most magical and beautiful woman ever! She'd never hurt anyone...who was innocent..."

The twitch in the teen's neck as she finished that sentence made them both go cold.

"Innocent? What d'you mean?" Asked Amy.

"Oh nothing, hahaha. Just that Mummy can sometimes be a teensy winsy bit overprotective when it comes to me, haha."

"Overprotective how?"

"The usual stuff! Giving me a strict curfew, not wanting me to leave the forest alone...." Silver listed off her fingers, casually; "Burns anyone to a crisp who looks at me funny, all that stuff!"

Robin's eyes widened, as did Amy's. He suddenly remembered some of the other things about 'Mummy' that the girl had mentioned over the past few days that sounded like a very extreme version of their Mary.

"You sure she wouldn't harm our Silver then? Even if maybe she thought she might be to blame for you being gone?" Amy pressed further, clenching her jaw.

"Well....Hehehe...She might be a little bit tense..." Even the girl didn't seem as though she could fully convince herself the other Silver might not be in danger.

Amy and Robin exchanged looks again. His chest tightened as he recalled the image that had flashed in his mind from that awful nightmare.

Moonah Girl's eyes so big. So scared.

"Right. We have to fix this." Amy stated, resolute; "I should be able to take that Silver with me while she's asleep and follow the trace back to the wall."

"Then what? Just wait? How long for?" Robin asked.

"Ooh, I'll call for Mummy! She'll come find me and bring the other me, I'm sure of it." The Pagan bounced again.

"The mad hippie might be right." Said Amy, surprised; "Our Silver called my name in that dream. She sent it out all the way to me and I was able to follow it back. This one might be able to do the same but to her Mary."

Robin got to his feet; "Then me come too!"

She nodded; "Good. Was gonna drag you along anyway. In case I need backup."

Fear thrummed through his body along with a surge of territorial protectiveness. He hadn't felt anything like that since the time men from a rival tribe attempted to steal some of their babies. Not even his, he hadn't had any at then, only eleven himself. But even then, he had the instinct to do whatever it took to keep Tribe safe.

"Yay! I'm going home! I'm gonna see Mummy and Fizzy and Floof and all my dragons again! Haha!" The other Silver began to skip and dance around.

Amy lunged to grab the girl's wrist; "Hey! Harley Quinn! This isn't a game, okay?! All of this is mostly your fault, so you need to do your part and make sure this goes to plan!"

The blind girl's bottom lip stuck out, like a child being told off.

Robin tried to part the two.

"Go easy, Stompy, she not know what she do." He said, unable to stop feeling a sense of care for this Moonah Girl too, after all the time he'd spent with her.

"I don't give a flying fuck. You didn't see or hear her as clearly as I did!" Amy said, referring back to the dream; "My friend is trapped and she called out to me to save her! Nothing else matters except getting our Silver home! Got it?!"

He nodded. Of course, he agreed, guilt burning in his throat like poison again.

Amy stepped back; "Wait here. Don't wake up, not if you wanna come with us."

"Where you go?"

"To see Mary." She said, heading towards the door; "If we mess this up, then she at least needs to know where her daughter really is. Once I'm back, we'll head for the wall."

-

The words sound too fantastical for Mary at first, once young Amy has finished explaining it all to her. References to various movies and books flew over her head and so Amy used mirrors as an analogy instead.

They sat in the kitchen of her and Annie's cottage, two untouched cups of tea and three empty bright blue cans of Monster on the wooden table.

"So....Mirror Me has my little'en...and our Robin has the mirror Silver?" The larger woman frowned.

Amy cracked open her fourth can.

"That's the gist of it. Except the mirror seems to be all...broken and smudged like someone took a cricket bat to it." She swigged down a load of the fruity liquid; "It's why the mirror version of you that you saw in the dream weren't your best side, Mary."

Mary's hand flung up to her mouth as she recalled the expression on her darling girl's face. Those bony hands wrapped tight around her wrist.

Annie rubbed her back.

"Don't ye think yous had enough there, child?" She said to Amy as she swallowed her drink.

"Trust me. I'm gonna need another three or four to get me to that wall. Especially if that flaming bitch shows her face. No offence." The girl's eyes met Mary's.

"None be taken, little'en." She said, quietly; "If I could get my hands on that shadow o' mine, she be....Oh, is there no way wes can come join you and Robin?!"

Amy shook her head and got to her feet.

"Not unless you both learn how to astral project really fucking fast."

The married women exchanged dubious looks. Both seemed regretful they hadn't attempted to practice the skill during their time here. It was hardly something to be acquired overnight.

And they had to act now. Enough time had been wasted. But Mary understood why Amy had taken the opportunity to tell her the truth. Silver would have wanted her to know, rather than for the other one to arrive and believe wrongly that it was her daughter.

Fighting back tears, Mary wasn't sure what was worse. Her daughter having a self-destructive mental breakdown or still being sane but trapped with some demon version of herself?

Either way, her baby was lost. And there was sod all she could do to help bring her home.

"Don't worry." Amy squeezed Mary's hand on the table. "I'll get her back. Or fucking obliterate myself trying."

[disneyprincemuke]

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

Werewolf!Josh Washington X Werewolf!Reader Cute and Fluffy Prompt with angst

!TW: Swearing (‘crap’), hint of bullying/bullying, anxiety, supernatural themes(?) (mention of werewolves)!

“Are you mad at me?” You whined - Josh had been ignoring you for most of the day, and hadn’t spoken a word to you yet.

Josh looked up at you, surprised; he hadn’t been mad at you, he had just been busy with the homework he’d been procrastinating over. “No-! Why would I be mad at you?” Josh inquired, frowning when he noticed that you seemed sad. “You seem down,” he mused, standing up from his chair, “let me help you with that. Is there anything you wanna do that you think will cheer you up?”

“We could watch a Disney movie,” you answered, and Josh groaned, moving away from you as he sank back into his seat.

“That’s so lame,” he remarked, and you began to sulk, amusing him as he began to chuckle softly.

“Fine, we don’t have to watch a Disney film, just - stop ignoring me,” you practically pleaded, and Josh nodded, holding your hand to comfort you as you seemed sad again.

“You can stay in here with me whilst I try and finish this crap math homework,” he suggested, and you nodded, sitting on the edge of his bed, and feeling much better.

~-~

“Take that back!” You cried after Josh had called you a monster during an argument, and he immediately felt guilty for what he’d said.

Josh wrapped his arms around you as you began to cry, and tried to comfort you by rubbing your back. “I’m so sorry, Y/n, I - I didn’t mean that; I was just angry,” he stated, before he held you at arm’s length. “I love you so much,” he added gently, “what - what can I do to make it up to you? T-Tell me and I’ll do it.”

You smiled weakly up at him, your eyes glinting. “Wanna go see a movie with me?” You inquired, your voice close to a whisper, and a soft smile began to play on Josh’s lips, before he nodded slowly. You then hugged him tightly, glad that the fight had finally ended; you hated to fight with him. “I love you,” you expressed, your voice partially muffled against his neck.

“I love you, too,” he returned, lifting his hand to stroke your hair.

~-~

“Let’s blow this joint,” Josh uttered after Mike had started making fun of you openly; he, alongside you and Josh had been invited by Matt to the secret birthday party he’d hosted whilst his parents were away.

“No,” you replied, prying your arm from his grasp. “It - It isn’t bothering me, Josh,” you claimed, forcing a smile up at him, “besides - We can’t just leave; it’s Matt’s birthday today, remember?”

Josh grunted, annoyed as he nodded gravely. “Then - May I borrow that book of your’s?” Josh requested, and you lifted an eyebrow, suspicious of him.

“Why?” You questioned, not wanting him to use your high school notepad as a weapon.

“I just wanna read up on the wonders of English literature,” he lied, but you immediately stopped believing him when you noticed the mischievous glint in his brilliant green eyes.

“No, you don’t,” you contradicted, sliding the notepad back into your bag, “you just want to hit Mike with it.” Josh rolled his eyes, deciding to give in as he knew you wouldn’t give him the notepad now.

~-~

Josh was still struggling to trust Embry, the teen who’d recently joined the pack, because he was still ‘getting too close to you’. “I love that show, too!” Embry remarked, and Josh grimaced; he’d been watching the both of you in his wolf form, and was trying to hide behind the closest bush to the bench you were both sat at in the woods surrounding you and Alice’s cabin.

“Cool,” you replied simply, “I’m sure Josh wouldn’t mind watching it with us again.” Embry tried not to feel disappointed when you mentioned Josh, and you picked up on his change of mood, but wouldn’t say anything. “Speaking of,” you continued awkwardly, “we should get back; I don’t want Josh to worry about me getting hurt out here. Especially after Alice said she saw an Outcast near here.” Embry nodded gravely, standing up from the bench once you had, before he dragged himself after you. Josh loped away as fast as he could, and luckily went unseen by you and Embry.

~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

Further information: The Outcasts are the enemy pack of werewolves.

[cybercookiepainteralmond]

CHAPTER 1 meet Harry O'shaughnessy

Harry O'shaughnessy was exhausted, he woke up on the couch of his family's apartment in a bit of a daze. The previous night was exhausting and he is a little out of sorts upon waking up. He smells good and sighs upon seeing his pajamas were destroyed in the night. Once he changes into a pair of jeans, a black metal band tee shirt and a leather jacket with a pan pride pin on the lapel, Harry is a skinny kid, not unhealthy so but still, he has a pair of round glasses on his face in front of his emerald green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his head, his unruly mess of black hair is styled into a side shave with the tips dyed a golden yellow he heads over to the kitchen and sees his dad, Jawbone O'shaughnessy a werewolf in his hybrid form with lightish brown fur, wearing khakis and a metal tee, making oatmeal, his cousin Tracker, a lightish brown skinned girl with deep brown hair in an undercut, wearing a sleeveless wolf themed top and jean shorts sitting and giving him a smirk as she says

"Happy birthday little man!"

And giving him a hug, harry fakes embarrassment as he says

"Tracker, don't get hair on my jacket!"

All while Jawbone chuckles, handing out bowls.

"Now you don't get to complain about that Harry, you shed more than her" he says before saying "And for the birthday boy I've got this" and pulls a cake out of the fridge with the text TO THE COOLEST ROGUE THERE'LL EVER BE "You won't believe how far up the chain I had to suck off to get that done"

"DAD!"

"JAWBONE!"

the two teens blush with embarrassment as harry says "Can we please not have the stories this early in the morning?" As he clutches his head from the monthly migraine and Jawbone says "No problem kid, figured I should tell ya, you got into Augefort, that's part'a why I splurged on the cake" as he wipes a tear from his eye while Tracker smiles and says "That's right, my cousin is gonna be an adventurer!" While shaking Harry with a lot of enthusiasm and cheer, a feeling Harry can't help but share as he breaks out into a huge grin, eager to tell his friends as he quickly runs to his room to grab his crystal and text his friends, coming back and saying "Ragh is on his way over right now to celebrate!" While shaking with excitement and accidentally setting himself up for Tracker to say "You sound REALLY happy about that?" Causing Harry to blush and say "S-Shut up, at least I don't tie myself to a wall every month!" As a knock is heard at the door, Harry rushes over to answer and it's a huge half orc wearing a black shirt and jeans, carrying a present with him saying "Happy Birthday bro!" Harry smiles and says "RAGH!" and wraps him in a hug saying "When school starts, you and I are joining the blood rush team." And Ragh instantly nods saying "Hell yeah dude, I already ordered the jackets! Go Owlbears!" And he and Harry both in perfect sync shout "HOOT GROWL!". As the friends celebrate and party the hours away with the O'shaughnessy family, a brief moment of time passes that would make all the difference, a letter sent, a choice made. Who could have predicted this, if not for an Oracle not yet discovered.

In the minutes after the party harry is walking down the hall to talk to a Ms Sklonda Gukgak, when he arrives at the apartment the door is opened by a goblin woman who says "Harry, I'm sorry we couldn't make it by, Riz got himself hurt when spying on the neighbors and I had to get him to the hospital" Harry smiles and says "It's not a problem MS Gukgak, actually I was wanting to tell you something really quick, see I got into Augefort, so I'm probably gonna be breaking a lotta laws as part of class projects and homework" to which Sklonda gives an exasperated sigh before saying "At least it's school related, thanks for the heads up kid." Harry quickly calls to Riz through the apartment saying "Hey man, heard you got into some trouble without me?" And starts trading pointed but lighthearted barbs to keep up with his friend. Afterwards he puts on his headphones listens to the song "broken things" on his crystal while he walks down to the convenience store to pick up some milk that isn't expired, pickpocketing a guy's coin purse to get the gold to pay for it with barely a faint feeling from the person he just stole from.

At the convenience store he uses mage hand to successfully grab the milk from the back of the fridge without issues as he checks the time to see when his support group meets. After paying for the milk with his stolen gold he returns home, puts it up and listens to rock music at the bus stop to try and ignore the anxiousness building inside him, he meets with this group every week, he knows how things go and he understands why he needs it. He messes around with the bracelet his cousin had gotten him for his birthday the year she had found her faith with Galiciaea, the moon goddess, it was a deep blue braided material clasped with a silver crescent moon, Harry understands the sentiment but he can't truly appreciate it, not really.

Once the bus arrives Harry steps on and texts Tracker and his dad [Off to my support group, should be home by 6:00] to which he gets the expect response of [Good luck] from his dad and a smile emoji from Tracker, he absent mindedly watches the buildings pass by as he arrives at the future sight of his education, the Augefort adventuring academy. He steps through the familiar halls and enters the gym to find a group of people all together, he sits down and the organizer of the group, a kindly but haggard looking man in equally haggard looking clothes with claw marks on his face says "Alright, I'm sure there's some stories to tell about how we've been doing so we'll start with the sharing, Harry would you like to go first?" To which Harry sighs and says sadly"My name is Harry O'shaughnessy, and I have Lycanthropy "

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