#trickster!Stiles

[midnightwinterhawk]

Stop the presses! I'm doing the unthinkable and rearranging squares because I need this on my list and 'superpowers' just won't fit. It's sheer anarchy over here on my bingo card. (That's what you get when you hang out with a trickster.)

So! Square 12 (bumping the original holder up to gen fic): mythical creature au

Invoke Me by @isolatedinsolence

3.6k | NR | Steter

For Steter Week 2023

Day Four: Ancient Things

Stiles’ mother had always warned him to keep his name guarded. She had even given him a name so unpronounceable that the average American wouldn’t even bother trying to say it, much less remember it. Sure, a select few knew his name but even they couldn’t pronounce it, save for his dad.

He had only been 18 for a week when Peter started sniffing around. It wasn’t that Stiles wasn’t flattered or particularly receptive, but honestly, it was kinda cramping his style. He knows that sounds harsh, but Stiles had a secret and a birthright to try out, and though he didn’t think it would make any difference to Peter, it was just too dangerous for anyone to know.

After all, the truth is what got his mother killed. It was easy to pass her death off as frontotemporal dementia after that zmora ate her soul and left her body nothing more than an upright and confused corpse.

[cogentranting]

Stiles being possessed by the Nogitsune works perfectly because Stiles very much fits the trickster archetype. He's defined by his cleverness, his penchant for tricks and jokes, a general playful mischievousness. (His name is Mischief!)

But Stiles is a very different type of trickster. First of all because he's a trickster from a position of weakness. He doesn't have power or status, which makes him vulnerable, and he works around that vulnerability by being cleverer than everyone around him in order to protect himself. Secondly, he's a trickster but (generally speaking) his tricks are ultimately about uncovering truth. He's the one who solves mysteries, who sees through liars, who unmasks. He plays with half-truths and deception but it all ultimately trends toward revelations of truth.

The Nogitsune contrasts all that. It plays its tricks from a position of power. It's ancient and powerful and over time has become nearly unstoppable. So its tricks are not to protect itself but to toy with something/someone inherently weaker. And in accord with that, where Stiles tends toward revelation, the Nogitsune trends toward confusion. It intentionally obscures truth. While Stiles might use those lies and half-truths as a tool, it serves the ultimate task of illuminating what is real. The Nogitsune operates in the reverse, using bits of truth to convince people of lies, creating fear, strife, and confusion as its ultimate end.

So it works really well as an arc because it takes Stiles' basic character archetype and then pairs him with a darker version of it as a real threat of what, on some level, he might become if he were to lose himself. If he were to lose himself in his grief, or lose faith in the face of his own fears, then he might end up reveling more in deception than in truth (because he does not like the truth or for the sake of grasping the power he never had); he might end up feeling the need to get more and more power over people using tricks in order to feel safe.

Which is why it doesn't work to defeat the Nogitsune by trying to outfox the fox. Instead the key to defeating the Nogitsune is leaning into what makes Stiles and the Nogitsune different, which is the orientation toward truth. Which is why the divine move is seeing through the trick to see what's real, and why that revelation comes from Stiles.

[prince-aegon-targaryen]

I was remembering all my character hyperfixations and came to terms with myself that I have a type.

Annoying men

[purplepicklejuices]

The Nogitsune chose Stiles for a reason. He had his pick between a true Alpha, a strong Hunter, and “skinny, defenseless Stiles.” He picked him because he knew. Knew the second he got into Stiles’ head.

No one would suspect Stiles at first, allowing the Nogitsune the time to take over. Stiles observes everyone, knows way too much. Stiles’ knowledge, general intelligence and emotional connections made him the perfect choice.

And that fact haunts him.

sorry so sorry probably been said before but the nogitsune being this. self-assured, self-possessed, cunning little shit feels so fucking perfect for stiles. i don’t think it would’ve worked with anyone else in the way it did with him. because stiles is all of those things but shrouded in teenage (supernatural or otherwise) insecurities like!!! he’s overtly pessimistic and blunt and kind’ve an asshole whose Some Guy that talks shit to a bunch of people who aren’t Just Guys and could easily lay his ass out fucking cold. the nogitsune just tuned out this high-pitched, all over the place frequency that is stiles and mellowed it out to a low, melodic buzz that crawls under peoples skin in a way that stiles does but. quietly. and like. literally. and it feels so Not stiles but also enough of him in a way that makes your blood run fucking cold. idk. i feel insane

[casually-eat-my-soul]

There is no way that the body the nogistune spat out for stiles was human. Even though the nogistune possessed humans it has no idea what a human body needs or how it properly works. Maybe the body is just a little to human to the point it creepy (uncanny valley). Plus it’s a trickster and chaos demon, there is now way it gave stiles a perfect human body back. For one last trick against stiles, maybe it did something.

For like angst it probably made him sick

For other reason he can get pregnant

It’s not up to me 🤷🏻‍♀️

[magical-reid]

In the Shadow of a Trickster

Pairing: Stiles/ Void!Stiles x reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: When the Nogitsune possesses Stiles’ body and uses his hidden feelings for the reader to manipulate her, the pack must convince her of the supernatural world and her role in stopping the trickster. After helping to defeat the Nogitsune, the reader and Stiles work through the aftermath, rebuilding trust and turning his long-held crush into a genuine, heartfelt relationship.

Stiles’ POV

The worst part about losing control of your own body isn’t the fear, though that’s definitely there, gnawing at the edges of your mind like a rabid dog.

It’s the helplessness. The way you’re forced to sit in the passenger seat of your own life while someone else—something else—takes the wheel.

And when that something decides to spend its time being everything you’ve ever wanted to be for the girl you can’t stop thinking about? That’s a special kind of torture.

I could see everything the Nogitsune did. I could feel it, too, like I was a puppet being yanked around on invisible strings. When he smiled at her, it was my face she saw. When he opened the door for her or brushed his fingers against hers, it was my hands doing it. When she leaned into him on the couch, trusting and warm and so perfectly hers, I felt the weight of her against me like it was some kind of cruel joke.

But it wasn’t me.

It wasn’t me leaning in to kiss her forehead as she laughed at something stupid on the TV. It wasn’t me running my fingers through her hair or pulling her closer during a quiet moment in the movie. It wasn’t me whispering little compliments that made her blush and smile like I was her whole world.

And yet, it was my voice saying those things. My lips pressing to her temple. My heart pounding as if it was my own reaction.

I’d wanted this for so long. Years, maybe. I’d imagined what it would be like to finally tell her how I felt, to pull her close and hold her the way he was doing now. But I never thought it would happen like this.

I’d always been too afraid. Too awkward, too unsure of myself. I thought there was no way she’d ever see me as anything more than her weird, slightly neurotic best friend.

But now, here she was, thinking it was me. Thinking I’d finally gotten over my insecurities and stepped up to be the guy she deserved.

And the way she smiled at him—at me—like I’d somehow become everything she’d ever wanted… God, it hurt.

It hurt because it wasn’t real.

Not for me, anyway. For her, it was everything she’d probably dreamed about. She had no idea that the man she thought was falling for her wasn’t a man at all. Just a parasite wearing my skin and weaponizing my feelings against me.

But how could I blame her? How could I be angry at her when all she saw was me? The confidence, the charm, the easy affection—that was what she thought I was capable of if I’d just let myself try.

I could almost hear the Nogitsune laughing inside my head, relishing in my misery. He wasn’t just doing this to her; he was doing it to me. He was rubbing my nose in all the things I’d never had the courage to do myself.

And I couldn’t stop him.

All I could do was sit there in the back of my own mind, helpless, and watch as the Nogitsune did all the things I’d spent years dreaming about but never thought I could have. Watch as he curled his arm around her shoulders on the couch, his fingers lazily tracing circles on her arm while she leaned into him like he was the safest place in the world.

I’d spent my entire life wanting to be that for her. And now, the thing inside me was using her to destroy me.

And it was working.

Reader’s POV

I’d always known there was more to Stiles Stilinski than he let on.

Beneath all the rambling, the awkward hand gestures, and the nervous humor, there was someone… different. Someone thoughtful, protective, and incredibly sweet. I’d seen glimpses of that side of him over the years, but I never thought he’d actually let me see all of it.

Until now.

I didn’t know what had changed, but something had shifted between us recently. He wasn’t just the same dorky Stiles I’d always known. He was more. Confident. Smooth. Almost… magnetic.

At first, I’d been a little surprised. Stiles had always been sweet, but he’d never been the type to hold my hand without overthinking it or press a kiss to my forehead like it was second nature. But lately, he’d been doing those things without hesitation, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And I couldn’t lie—it was nice.

It was more than nice.

It was everything I’d been too scared to admit I wanted from him.

Tonight, he’d shown up at my door with takeout from my favorite Thai place, flashing that grin that made my stomach flip. “Thought we could do a movie night,” he’d said, holding up the bag. “Your pick.”

“Did you steal my dream boyfriend checklist or something?” I teased, stepping aside to let him in.

He chuckled, the sound deeper and smoother than I remembered. “Just trying to keep you happy.”

And he did. God, he did.

We settled on the couch, his arm sliding around me like it belonged there. He was warm and steady, his fingers lightly tracing my arm as we watched the movie. Every so often, he’d lean in and say something just loud enough for me to hear, his breath brushing against my ear.

I wasn’t sure what had changed to make him act this way, but I wasn’t going to question it.

Stiles Stilinski had finally stepped out of his own way, and I was falling for him faster than I could stop myself.

Reader’s POV

“You’re joking, right?”

The diner felt too bright, too loud, even though it was mostly empty. My hands were wrapped tightly around my coffee cup, its heat grounding me as I stared at Scott, Lydia, and Kira in disbelief.

Scott shook his head, his expression earnest. “I wish we were. But everything we’re telling you is the truth.”

“That’s… insane.” I leaned back in the booth, my heart pounding. “You’re saying Stiles isn’t Stiles because he’s been taken over by some… spirit?”

“A Nogitsune,” Lydia said matter-of-factly. She was calm, but her eyes betrayed the worry she was trying to hide.

I glanced at Kira, hoping for some kind of explanation that would make this all make sense. Instead, she nodded solemnly.

“And all of you know about this? About… supernatural stuff?” I gestured vaguely at them.

“Yes,” Scott said, his voice soft but firm. “This isn’t just about Stiles. It’s about the whole town. There’s been werewolves, banshees, kitsune—things you wouldn’t believe if you didn’t see them yourself.”

I stared at him, trying to process his words, but they felt like they were bouncing off some mental wall I’d built to protect myself from losing my mind.

“And you’re saying the Stiles I’ve been…” My throat tightened as I struggled to find the right words. “The one I’ve been spending all this time with isn’t really him?”

“It’s his body,” Lydia said carefully, her voice gentler now. “But it’s not his mind. Not his heart.”

“Then why does he…” I swallowed hard, the words feeling too raw to say aloud. “Why does he act like he… cares about me?”

The three of them exchanged a glance, and I felt a flicker of unease.

“That’s the thing,” Scott said, leaning forward, his elbows on the table. “The Nogitsune is using Stiles’ feelings for you. It knows how he feels, and it’s manipulating you both. That’s what it does. It feeds off pain, chaos, and destruction.”

The air left my lungs in a rush. “You’re saying… Stiles—real Stiles—has feelings for me?”

“Yes,” Lydia said, her voice firm and certain.

“And the Nogitsune knows that,” Scott added. “That’s why it’s been so… attentive. It’s pretending to be everything Stiles has always wanted to be for you, because it knows it’ll hurt him.”

I shook my head, my mind spinning. “This is… insane. I can’t—”

“We’re telling you this because we need your help,” Lydia interrupted. Her eyes locked onto mine, steady and unyielding. “We can’t stop the Nogitsune without you.”

“Why me?” My voice cracked.

“Because he—it—has a soft spot for you,” Kira said. “It won’t see you as a threat. You’re the only one who can get close enough to distract it while we set the trap.”

“You want me to be bait?”

“No,” Scott said quickly. “We’ll be right there with you. We just need you to keep it focused long enough for us to contain it. You won’t be in danger. I promise.”

I wanted to scream, to laugh, to cry. None of this felt real. Stiles couldn’t be… possessed by some ancient spirit. Supernatural creatures couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be my life.

But then I thought about the way he’d been acting lately. The confidence, the ease, the way he seemed to know exactly how to pull me in. It had felt too good to be true because it was.

And if there was even a chance they were right… if Stiles was still in there somewhere, trapped and helpless, how could I say no?

“Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll help.”

Stiles’ POV

It felt like drowning.

I could see everything, feel everything, but I couldn’t do anything. I was trapped, watching as the Nogitsune paced back and forth in the school gym, a smug smirk on my face—on his face.

Then she walked in.

“(Y/N),” the Nogitsune said smoothly, his voice dripping with false warmth. My voice. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

She hesitated at the door, her arms crossed over her chest. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her eyes darted around the room, but she stepped closer anyway.

“I wanted to talk to you,” she said, her voice steady despite the obvious fear in her eyes. “You’ve been… different lately.”

The Nogitsune laughed, tilting my head to the side as he looked at her. “Different? How so?”

“You know how,” she said softly. “You’ve been confident. Sure of yourself. Sweet. But it doesn’t feel real.”

For the first time, the Nogitsune faltered.

“It’s like you’re trying to be someone you’re not,” she continued, taking another cautious step forward. “The Stiles I know isn’t like that. And that’s okay. I like him the way he is.”

Something inside me cracked.

The Nogitsune’s smirk slipped, and for a moment, I felt the faintest flicker of control, like her words were enough to shake his hold on me. But it wasn’t enough.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said sharply, stepping closer to her. “This is who I am. This is who I’ve always been.”

“Then why does it feel like a lie?” she asked, her voice trembling but resolute.

Before he could respond, the trap sprung.

Scott and Kira charged out of the shadows, Kira’s sword glowing with electricity as she slashed at the Nogitsune. He roared, spinning to face them, but before he could attack, Lydia’s banshee scream filled the gym, stunning him just long enough for Scott to pin him down.

I felt the Nogitsune’s grip on me waver, and suddenly, I was there again—really there—my mind my own for the first time in what felt like weeks.

“(Y/N)!” I gasped, my voice hoarse.

She ran to me, her hands grabbing mine as Scott and Kira finished binding the Nogitsune.

“It’s me,” I whispered, my eyes desperate as I looked at her. “It’s really me.”

For a moment, she just stared at me, her eyes filled with tears. Then she threw her arms around me, holding me so tightly I thought I might break.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself breathe.

Reader’s POV

It had been two weeks since the Nogitsune was defeated, and Stiles still hadn’t quite met my eyes.

We sat in my living room, the air between us thick with everything we hadn’t said yet.

“Stiles,” I said softly, breaking the silence.

He looked up at me, his expression full of guilt. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice trembling. “For what it did. For everything it made you think.”

“It wasn’t you,” I said firmly. “I know that now.”

“But it was me,” he insisted. “It used my feelings for you, and now you probably think I’m some pathetic—”

“I don’t,” I interrupted, reaching for his hand. He froze, his eyes wide as he looked at me. “I don’t think you’re pathetic, Stiles. I think you’re brave. And kind. And… everything I’ve been looking for.”

His breath hitched. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

The silence stretched between us, and then, slowly, he smiled—a real, unguarded smile that made my heart skip a beat.

“Okay,” he said, his voice soft. “Maybe we could… start over?”

I smiled back. “I’d like that.”

And this time, it was real.

[ultram0th]

Derek/Chad

@writer-ofstuff Thank you so much! ❤

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“Of all the places to search for a trickster,” Derek annoyedly huffed, “we have to scope out some crappy reunion?”

His boyfriend, Stiles, shrugged his thin shoulders. “I guess even tricksters had to go to school, too.”

The alpha werewolf rolled his eyes as he stomped up the steps to the gymnasium where music blasted out of. Wanting to go incognito, Derek had begrudgingly dressed up in a suit so that he could look like he was attending his own high school reunion, despite the fact that he loathed the thought of ever stepping foot into a school at all. Meanwhile, Stiles was all smiles, dressed up too and ready to look like it was date night.

The two walked inside and were instantly greeted by someone standing by a table. “Welcome to the tenth year reunion!” he warmly smiled at the two before scrunching up his face in confusion. “Oh, I don’t think I recognize you, sorry!”

Stiles paled as he tried to come up with a lie, and Derek could hear his heart speed up. 

The werewolf looked down at the table in front of them, seeing the array of name tags on it. He spotted one and snatched it up, peeling the back off of it.

“You don’t recognize… Gilbert?” he asked, slapping the name tag onto Stiles’s chest, trying to hold back a chuckle.

Stiles just narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.

The guy behind the table perked up. “Oh Gilbert!” he beamed. “Wow, you look great…” He trailed off, his gaze fixating on Derek for a moment before perking up. “And oh, I didn’t know that you were coming too. Let me make you a name tag.”

Before Derek could ask, the guy scribbled down a name on a blank sticker and placed it on the front of Derek’s suit.

Chad.

“Welcome, Chad,” the guy smirked at the werewolf before turning his attention to the other couples who entered.

Derek and Stiles walked away from the table and towards the gymnasium entrance.

“Damn it,” Stiles frowned. “Why do I have to be ‘Gilbert’, and you get a manly name like ‘Chad’? Let’s switch!” He tried to grab the name tag off of Derek’s suit, but he couldn’t get it to peel off. “It’s really stuck on there…”

"Damn it,” Derek muttered, annoyed that his suit was probably destroyed thanks to some crappy sticker. However, something else caught his attention and he cleared his throat. “Um, hey Stiles, does my voice sound… deeper?”

Perhaps it was due to the blaring music over the speakers, but Derek could’ve sworn that his voice had more baritone to it. Due to his status as an alpha, his voice was regularly deep and commanding, but now it had a certain quality to it that made it sound like it had a much more masculine bass.

“I don’t think so?” Stiles wondered, having trouble hearing clearly with his human ears. “Should we leave?” He briefly worried that his boyfriend wasn’t feeling well.

Derek shook his head. “No, let’s split up and search for this trickster,” he said in his deeper voice. “Call me if you see anything… Gilbert.” He smirked at the way Stiles frowned.

“Yeah, yeah, Chad.” Stiles disappeared in the crowd of people dancing and drinking in the packed gymnasium.

As Derek walked Stiles walk away, his eyes couldn’t resist honing in on his boyfriend’s firm butt. The way the cheeks shifted as he walked away caused a stirring deep in Derek’s loins, and the werewolf blushed as he grew hard in the middle of the crowd of people. Luckily, his tight pants kept his boner shielded, so Derek stayed determine to hunt down this trickster and kick him out of his territory.

Derek shoved his way through the crowd of people, sniffing at the air as he tried to catch a scent.

“Move!” he growled at one guy as he shoved his way past, no longer able to doubt that his voice was indeed deeper. It had much more bass than it should’ve, making him sound almost like a stereotype of a superhero.

He rubbed at his throat, as if he could fix his voice, but his eyes widened at what he felt.

Derek had shaved before leaving his place, all to play the part. Therefore, his throat and lower jaw shouldn’t have been covered in thick stubble. Even more was that Derek couldn’t help but gasp when his fingers ran over his jaw. It felt wider than it should’ve been, like it had even squared off a bit too.

“What the hell…?” Derek trailed off, trying to wrap his head around what was going on.

He continued to push his way through the thick crowd of people, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. As he moved, Derek felt as if his clothes were getting tighter by the second. He knew that thought was ridiculous, so he tried his best to ignore it. However, with every step he took, his pants constricted his legs, and his shirt was unbearably tight. His arms felt as if they were being squeezed by his sleeves, and he feared that if he took a deep breath, his shirt would rip to shreds.

Pop!

The top few buttons of his shirt gave way, flying off.

Derek looked down in confusion, his eyes widening when he saw that his chest somehow jutted further away from his torso than it should’ve. As impossible as it seemed, it was as if Derek’s pecs had somehow inflated, increasing their rigid roundness; and he could make out two bumps where his nubby nipples pressed noticeably against his straining shirt which struggled to remain intact.

“What the fuck?” Derek wondered aloud, noting that his voice was definitely deeper now.

The werewolf shoved his way past the crowd of people, having to adjust his stance due to the increased weight at his chest. He was forced to draw his shoulders back, which only shoved his inflated pecs out into the air even more. And the more he moved, the more he noted how his thighs seemed to roll over one another in a manner they never had before. 

Derek stumbled a little, feeling like his gait was entirely thrown off. The room spun for a brief second, and when he regained his composure, he couldn’t help but feel like something was really off.

He was on the taller side of the spectrum; but when he’d first entered the gymnasium, he’d been able to see the tops of the other patrons’ heads, but now he felt as if he completely towered over them. The coolness he felt over his ankles alerted him to the fact that his previously fitted pants now felt more like tight capris, and his shirt had become untucked. The bottom of his skintight shirt now stopped above his belly button, looking like it was a cut-off.

Derek quickened his pace and bolted into the bathroom, which was thankfully vacant. After locking the door being him, he looked into the mirror and couldn’t hold back the loud gasp at his altered reflection.

Derek was huge! He must’ve grown at least a foot taller, based on how short his clothes looked. And speaking of his clothes, they barely fit over his inflated muscles. It looked as if he’d gained well over fifty pounds of pure muscle. His arms bulged in a way they never had before, splitting his sleeves at the seam as they flexed with power. His already broad shoulders were much, much wider than they should’ve been, looking like the werewolf would have to go through any standard-sized door sideways now. His pecs were enormous, looking like large slabs of meat that jutted off his chest. They tore his shirt apart, his nubby nipples exposed out in the open for all to see. His legs had even gained some serious size, his thighs pressed tightly together as his quads inflated. His butt even looked bigger too— not like a power bottom’s, but more so like he didn’t neglect Leg Day.

And Derek couldn’t help but stare at his altered face in awe, noting how much wider and bigger his jaw looked. It was comically squared off, and covered in thick, manly stubble. A dimple had even appeared on his chin, and Derek ran a disbelieving hand over his jaw in wonder.

“What the fuck’s happening to me?” he asked, noting his deep baritone.

Derek felt his larger chest itch and as he scratched it, the werewolf felt little hairs start to sprout over his skin. He watched in the mirror in wonder as his chest hair grew in, thickening as it covered his larger pecs and chiseled abs.

And despite the panic he felt over what was happening to him, Derek was extremely horny.

The longer he stared at his warped reflection, the more turned on he felt. Despite himself, Derek couldn’t resist bending over and forming a most muscular pose that he’d seen bodybuilders do during competitions. His massive muscles flexing in unison caused audible rips to echo out in the small bathroom, and what was left of his shirt split down the middle, exposing his inflated, hairy chest. He could feel his cock harden in his tight pants, snaking down one pant leg, looking much longer and thicker than it should’ve been.

A knock at the locked bathroom door jolted Derek out of his daze.

“Derek!” Sitles called out, sounding concerned. “I saw you run in here. Are you okay?”

Out of instinct, Derek immediately rushed over to the door and unlocked it just so he could yank the small human inside, before slamming the door and re-locking it.

After regaining his bearings, Stiles looked up in awe at his warped boyfriend. “Chad?” he asked in disbelief before flinching. He cleared his throat and tried again. “De— Chad? What the hell? Why can’t I call you ‘Chad’? I mean, your name is Chad. What…?” His face grew red as he tried to call Derek by his name, seemingly unable to do so.

The way his boyfriend looked flustered made Derek’s heart race in his beefy chest, and he cleared his own throat.

“Um,” he bellowed out in his masculine bass, “my name is D— er, Chad.” His eyes widened as he stared back into the mirror, honing in on the name tag affixed to his destroyed suit.

Derek envisioned himself going through Beacon Hills, his massive muscles and over-exaggerated masculinity on display for all to see. He looked like a caricature of some kind of superhero, with a large jaw and hairy muscles— and he was so incredibly turned on.

His gigantic, lengthened cock sprung out of his tight pants, hardening to its new length of eleven inches, looking as thick as a beer can, with balls the size of oranges. It rose in front of the stunned werewolf, throbbing with intense want, a horny cloud shrouding over his panicked brain, making it impossible to think of anything else but his cute boyfriend.

“It must be the trickster!” Stiles gasped loudly as he put the pieces together. He grabbed onto Derek’s large arm and tried to lead him towards the door so that they could leave this cursed reunion and figure out a way to fix him. “C’mon Chad!”

Derek/Chad didn’t budge, only one thing on his mind. Instead, he reached out with a muscled arm, easily picking up Stiles and tossing him over a broadened shoulder.

“Calm down, Little Man,” Chad bellowed in his deep voice, puffing his hairy chest muscles out with power, “just let Daddy here take care of things.” With his hard cock bobbing in front of him and his bare, hairy muscles on full display, Chad exited the bathroom with his boyfriend in his clutches.

As the two exited the gymnasium, Chad noticed the guy at the table in front flash him a thumb’s up. For a brief second, he thought it was odd, but he quickly ignored it and focused his mind on fucking his boyfriend senseless tonight.

[fuji09]

Void Stiles is a thousand years old nogitsune.

Theo is a teenaged chimera.

I'm gonna have to go with Void Stiles on this one.

[christinesficrecs]

Do you remember a story where stiles was Derek’s person it was like role reversal or something it was on a rec list but tumblr lost it to the eather. Ty it’s driving me crazy trying to find it. I need to start screen shotting rec lists so this won’t happen again 🙄

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Stiles doesn’t like going to the antiques store so much as he recognizes that it’s something he needs to do periodically. Every once in awhile, though, he’ll find something interesting. A Scientific Study of the Metaphysical Properties of Common Herbs was particularly useful, which he’d found tucked behind another copy of The Lord Of The Rings and some Nora Roberts junk.

Right now, he’s thumbing through a brown and cracked copy of The Werwolfe, or, The Baleful Beast.

In Your Shoes by  yodasyoyo | 3.8K

Sure, Derek’s apartment is kind of spartan and lacking in essentials, like nutritious food, and a decent mattress, and primary colors, but the Camaro more than makes up for it.

Trust Fall by Stoney | 144.2K | Explicit

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it’s pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.

Great. Wait…does this mean he’s the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit.

[sterekcollabang]

A Kitsune's Absolution

Writer: @lalaithquetzallicaresi Artist: @eevylynn / @eevylynnart

Rating: T Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski & Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski & Everyone, Nogitsune & Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Non-Evil Nogitsune (Teen Wolf), Justice, vengeance, Rituals, Forgiveness, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Angst, + click through for more

Summary:

Kitsune are tricksters, they don’t care for right or wrong, don’t even understand it. They’re neither good nor evil. For a nogitsune, vengeance and justice are the same thing, less about righting wrongs, and more about making offenders pay. Only forgiveness, true forgiveness, will ever stop a kitsune’s rampage. And as Stiles, and many others in Beacon Hills are about to find out, getting a kitsune’s pardon is not an easy thing to do.

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[usermischief]

Void Stiles in Insatiable (3x23)

The Trickster stories are all about food, Lydia. The Coyote, the Raven, the Fox. They're all hungry. I'm the same. I just crave something a little different. I eat what you feel. And I am insatiable.

[asexualannoyance]

interesting how Noshiko says that Stiles is more himself than the Nogitsune when the Oni test him—after he and the Nogitsune separate—like she thinks that there are still traces of the Nogitsune left 👀

personally, i don't think that this 1000+-year-old fox spirit just left Stiles's mind and didn't leave anything behind, he is a trickster, and even if he was forced out, i believe that he already left traces of himself that would stay behind—and i don't mean in the sense that Stiles isn't himself or anything but that there is something that was left behind, however one wants to interpret that

[cephalog0d]

Drabble - "Gingerbread House"

((Day 6 of @fluff-cember, one more entry in the DC fusion AU for @outtoshatter! Teen Wolf/DC fusion where Derek is Batman and Stiles is Constantine and that's really all you need to know. It's also the extent of my TW knowledge. XD))

“What did I tell you about making wishes?” Stiles demanded as he stormed out of the portal.

“I didn’t,” Derek said, tilting his head to indicate the crying child behind him.

Stiles blinked, taking in the kid clinging to his mom and their very lovely but very dessert based house. “Ah,” he said.

“Be nice,” Derek warned.

“I’m always nice,” Stiles said dismissively, but he did noticeably soften his tone as he crouched to address the child. “Hey, buddy. I heard you had a magic wish go a little bad?”

The kid nodded miserably.

“I’m guessing you asked for a gingerbread house?” Stiles ventured, getting another nod. “Yeah, magic wishes can be-” Derek nudged him to remind him to be child appropriate, “-overly literal,” he said instead. “Do you still have whatever you used to make the wish?”

The kid nodded again and held out a nondescript plastic snowglobe. Stiles took it gingerly and stood, tilting it back and forth and squinting hard.

“Right,” he said finally. “Bats, I need something to cut this open with.” Stiles made a grabby gesture with his free hand.

Safely behind the cowl, Derek rolled his eyes. “I’d ask for the magic word, but I think we’ve had enough of that for tonight.”

Stiles gave him a dirty look and grabbed the razorblade Derek offered. He carefully cut a hole in the top of the globe, then reached in to pluck out the little plastic snowman inside. He curled his fingers tightly around it, murmured something inaudible, and held his hand out away from everyone as it burst into green flames for a few seconds.

As it burned, the building’s gingerbread facade melted along with the snowman, sliding off and fading away to reveal perfectly normal brick and mortar once again.

“Is this gonna be a thing? Christmas wishes gone awry?” Stiles asked after he had awkwardly accepted effusive thanks from the family and they had gone back into their newly restored house. He brandished the now-empty snowglobe in Derek’s face.

“I’ll look into it,” Derek said. He reached to take it, but Stiles yanked it back.

“With all your extensive magic knowledge? Nuh-uh. Come on, let’s go stop whatever evil wizard or trickster god you’ve managed to piss off this time.”

“Why do you assume it was me?”

“I’ve met you!” Stiles called over his shoulder.

Derek couldn’t even really argue with that.

((Crossposted to AO3))

[rowinablacks-moodboardsandstims]

You really should learn to never trust a fox. They're tricksters y'know

Teen Wolf + Villains

Void Stiles aka The Nogitsune for @axelwolf8109

[lalaithquetzallicaresi]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Okay so... never done this, but absolutely love the idea. Thanks for the ask @renmackree!

In no particular order:

A Kitsune's Absolution (Sterek) (Rated T). (One-Shot).

Kitsune are tricksters, they don’t care for right or wrong, don’t even understand it. They’re neither good nor evil. For a nogitsune, vengeance and justice are the same thing, less about righting wrongs, and more about making offenders pay. Only forgiveness, true forgiveness, will ever stop a kitsune’s rampage. And as Stiles, and many others in Beacon Hills are about to find out, getting a kitsune’s pardon is not an easy thing to do.

Endless Courting (Dreamling) (Rated T) (Two-Shot)

In Ancient Times, everyone knew how to court an Endless. Those creatures, born at the beginning of time, with powers greater than any god’s; they could only be courted in very specific ways. Through demonstrations of commitment, loyalty and devotion, through the passing of near-impossible tests. Suffice it to say, it rarely happened. But what happens when, after time has passed, and some things have turned into myth, while others have been fully forgotten, a Suitor rises (one who doesn’t even know he’s one?!)? Or, like I called it in the Sadman Discord, "the one with the surprise wedding in the rain"

Death's Seneschal (Sterek) (Various Ratings) (Series/Collection) Yes, a series, because people cannot possibly expect me to pic a single one of these. I love them all!

It is said that Justice is the right of all living creatures, but who do those persecuted go to for justice? Those misunderstood, hunted, those believed by many to be monsters? And when it is those in power that commit the injustice, by means of money or luck of birth, who is there that would be willing to stand against them? Who will do right by all those that have been wronged? Mieczyslaw ‘Stiles’ Stilinski is the only son of Claudia Gajos, formerly Klaudia Wójcik, only daughter of the leader of an ancient order known as the Servants of Death. His whole life he’s been content to stay away from the Order, like his mother wanted. Until werewolves and hunters turn his life upside down, and then Stiles realizes the time for staying in the shadows has passed. It’s time he becomes who he was born to be… For Justice and Death...

Third Time's the Charm (Sterek) (Rated T) (One Shot)

When the choice was Lydia’s to make, she chose to give him up. Stiles, he’s not the kind to give up, not ever, especially not on the one he loves… Some people might be willing to sacrifice him, or to sacrifice Derek, but Stiles? He refuses. They’ve fought, and lost, and sacrificed enough! This time… this time they’re gonna win! It’s time that a fox learns not to mess with one Stiles Stilinski-… Hale!

Never Say Goodbye (Dreamling) (Rated T) (4 part Mini-series)

Hob Gadling never intended to have a child again, couldn’t imagine doing it, having them, and losing them. When little Jo comes into his life though, he couldn’t regret her. He also could have never imagined how insane his life would get, once she’s in it. Then again, it’s not like he was exactly normal from the start, was he?

I could add more, so many more (like my recent Shadowhunters trilogy, or the one Sailor Moon fic I finally wrote), but since we were asked for five, and these are from my two favorite fandoms, I'll leave it at that.

Will be sending the ask to others now. See ya everyone!

[takaraphoenix]

A Midsummer Night's Mischief

Tags: m/m, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Jackson Doesn't Leave, magic, curses, fluff, m/f

Main Pairing: Derek/Stiles

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Lydia

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Allison Argent

@writersmonth Prompts: fairy + stage

Summary: A traveling production of A Midsummer Night's Dream comes to town. Only that it's all fairies and they leave the town, and the pack, cursed to only tell the truth.

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A Midsummer Night's Mischief

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

It was supposed to be a fun night out for the pack. A traveling production of A Midsummer Night's Dream had come to visit a few days ago and Stiles was eager to see the premiere. When he noticed that Lydia, Allison and Boyd were just as on board with it as him, he decided this should be a whole pack outing. Scott was on board when he saw how much Stiles and Allison were looking forward to it. Isaac seemed indifferent but okay with going. Erica and Jackson were the ones fighting him the most on it, until Stiles used his secret super power – somehow, inexplicably, being able to convince their Alpha to do most reasonable things (not everything, but somehow Stiles was the best at convincing Derek) – and once Derek put his foot down and gave that commanding Alpha growl, Erica and Jackson gave in. And so, that Friday, the pack prettied themselves up to go to the theater.

Stiles loved that, wearing a suit, seeing his pack look all fancy too. Lydia had taken everyone shopping so they would have appropriate attire – even though this wasn't some big theater, it still felt nice, sophisticated in a way they never got to be. Allison looked stunning in her silver dress and Scott had actually run into the entrance door because he had failed to take his eyes off his girlfriend. Lydia wore green, coordinated with Jackson whose dress-shirt matched her dress. Erica's dress was tight, purple and sparkly, while Boyd had a purple handkerchief in his breast pocket to match his girlfriend. Looking at the three couples, Stiles tried not to think about the fact that him and Derek were both wearing red. It wasn't a secret that red was Stiles' favorite color, and of course did the Alpha wear red. Just a coincident. A coincident that made Stiles blush.

It was supposed to be a great night, them just having fun with something different for a change – instead of training or running or fighting monsters or just sitting in the Hale House to watch movies together. Naturally, Stiles didn't get a fun, fancy night with his pack. No, the actors on stage turned out to all be fairies. Seelies and pixies and trickster sprites. The night ended in a magic prank.

By the time the pack was filing back into the Hale House, they were all arguing. The fairy curse was one that made people speak the truth, but not just the truth, an unfiltered truth, because normally, people still had the option to not speak instead of saying the truth. Ironically enough, Stiles was the one the least affected by that curse. He generally didn't lie around the pack anyway because what was the point of lying with a bunch of living lie detectors, and he's never had a brain-to-mouth-filter to begin with. It was his pack who were really suffering.

It had started innocent and funny enough because Scott just started listing every single thing he loved about Allison, like literally every single thing. Which, admittedly, did get annoying by the time they got back home. Then Erica and Boyd started fighting, because Boyd admitted he hated her new shampoo, it made his nose itch, and Erica got upset that he never just said things like this he just smiled and wanted to please his girlfriend. Lydia and Jackson were in a full on discussion about The Notebook, why, Stiles had no idea, those two had a really weird relationship with that movie. Things stopped being funny with Isaac though, because the blonde puppy blurted out that he thought of Derek as a father and that he was so afraid that he shouldn't, that that wasn't how he should look at his Alpha even though Derek was his guardian but Derek was only his guardian because he was his Alpha – and it really hurt Stiles to hear the panic in Isaac's voice.

They were all forced to be brutally honest, even about things they weren't ready to admit. Because on its own, it was nice to hear Isaac admit that, Stiles could even see the pride on Derek's face and it made Stiles feel all fuzzy and warm. Isaac's panic about it had the opposite effect.

"Okay, so we have to figure out what kind of curse this is," Stiles cut through the bickering. "If we do, we can break it. Fairy magic is usually a type of bargain."

And with that, Stiles fell into a rambling rant about fairy magic, culture and bargains. Fascinating topic, he had hyperfixated on it during the summer. He was glad it paid off, as most of his supernatural related hyperfixations did. Yay, his ADHD. He got about two minutes into his rant.

"Stiles," Derek growled. "Shut up."

That didn't just shut Stiles up, it also shut the pack up. They all looked at their Alpha startled. It had been months since Derek last told Stiles to shut up, not since Stiles had joined the pack officially. Because Derek actually valued Stiles' opinions, knew that Stiles usually had the solution to whatever problem there was, heck, the Alpha had even learned how to filter through the rambling for the important information. It wasn't that Stiles was insecure, necessarily, but… he had been told to shut up all his life, he was so used to people being annoyed by his rambling, he was used to it… and now he'd kind of gotten used to the pack actually valuing his opinions and letting him ramble on, even when it was completely random and unrelated, just because they knew he needed to ramble, just because they knew he cared. That was what pack meant. So it hurt, a lot, to hear Derek growl at him again to shut up, like he used to before they were pack.

"Right," Stiles cleared his throat. "Sorry. Focus. I know it's annoying-"

"No," Derek growled again, this time in frustration. "It's not annoying! You're not annoying."

Stiles stared at him in confusion. "Then… why would you tell me to shut up?"

"Because it makes me want to kiss you," Derek ground his teeth together, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the floor, away from Stiles. "You're so passionate and enthusiastic and I love the way your interests make your eyes sparkle, it makes them look like liquid amber instead of their warm brown, and when you figure something out and smile I just want to kiss you."

"Oh, finally," Lydia groaned, leaning her head back. "I thought we would have to watch the sad, mutual pining until we graduate high school, this was getting painful to watch."

"Ma—aybe we should leave them to it," Boyd suggested when their Alpha growled. "Let's go, everybody, give our Alphas a little privacy."

"Privacy is overrated I want to see them kiss, babe," Erica pouted.

She still let her boyfriend pull her along though. The pack left the room, Boyd dragging both Erica and Isaac along, while Allison herded Scott and Lydia ustairs, Jackson being the only one who very eagerly fled all on his own muttering about how he so did not need to see this, all of them heading upstairs, until just Derek and Stiles were left. The curse should make Stiles blurt out all kinds of things too, but his brain wasn't working yet, it had come to a full stop. He just stared at Derek.

"Say something," Derek's voice was near pleading. "Anything at all. You're never quiet. You being quiet is unsettling, it… it makes my wolf snarl and want to tear apart whatever made you quiet."

"Right, yeah," Stiles cleared his throat, laughing a little nervously. "I… don't know what to say. You did it, you left me speechless, the impossible feat, I guess…"

"I know," Derek sighed, looking dejected. "You don't feel the same. How could you. You are so amazing, so strong, all the things you went through, as a human, and still you chose the pack, without having any obligations, you chose my pack, and I'm just grateful to have you in it, I don't need more, even if I want it, I understand that you don't… feel that way about me. I threatened you too often, I growl too much, I… half the time, I don't know what I'm doing still, even though I try."

"What," Stiles blinked up at the wolf. "Are you crazy. You try so hard and you improved so much, you became a great Alpha who actually respects his pack and helps them, and if you're lost, you at least learned to ask for help and I'll always be there to help you, Derek, our pack means everything to me. There was never a choice for me, I'm ride or die, you must have noticed that."

"Thank you," Derek whispered, visibly relaxing some. "I don't need you to love me, but I need you in my pack, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Hi, yeah, wait, can we rewind to the bit with the love? What. Wait, there was also a bit about kissing what did that mean, what do you mean?"

"I love you, Stiles," Derek looked at him, unusually vulnerable. "I love you more than I ever thought I could. When you start talking, all I want to do is pull you into a kiss and never let you go again, I want to listen to you for hours just because I love how passionate you are about the topics you're interested in. I love your little fidgeting because it's so cute. I want to run my fingers through your hair, ever since you grew it out, my fingers itch to feel if it's as soft as it looks. I could get lost in your beautiful eyes and count all the shades of Earth and whiskey in them. I want to hold you close and never let you go, I want to lead our pack together, with you."

"That's like… the most words I ever heard you speak in one go," Stiles whispered in awe. "And I am struggling with computing any of them. I mean, you love me?"

"I know," Derek heaved another sad sigh. "You could have someone better, should have someone better. Someone your own age with whom you can be without the fear of your father arresting them. Someone who can… communicate their feelings better…"

"Yeah, no, shut up," Stiles threw his hands up. "First of all, my dad would absolutely not arrest my boyfriend, like, damn mom was seventeen and he was twenty-two when they got together, it would be a total hypocrite move to do that, and it's not like you are a decade older than me or anything. Besides, he absolutely would never arrest someone I love and I love you so much, Derek. I mean, the growling is actually kind of hot if you're not threatening me, but also even the threatening was kind of hot when it involved you pinning me against a wall. I love you, I love how much you're working on yourself, and on the pack, you… you suffered so much, and you lost so much, and you deserve to be happy and I'm so glad that you're actually rebuilding the Hale Pack, rebuilt the Hale House, reclaiming what others took from you. I'm so proud of you and I'm so in love with you."

Derek stared at him warily, like he expected this to be a lie of sorts, before the wolf remembered that what had started this conversation was their inability to lie right now. Stiles swallowed hard, staring at the man he'd been in love with ever since Derek had come running into the hospital to protect Stiles from Peter after the two figured out who the Alpha was.

"I want to kiss you, right now," Derek whispered, yearning in his voice.

Stiles nodded jerkily and walked over to Derek. He rested a hand on the Alpha's cheek before pulling him down into a slow, soft kiss. He gasped at the feeling of Derek's stubble against his skin, the softness and warmth of his lips, the way Derek's tongue slipped into his mouth.

"I love you," Stiles repeated once more, as soon as their kiss broke. "I love you, Derek. Hear me and believe me, okay? You deserve me, if you want me. You deserve to be happy."

Derek made a small, wondrous noise, as though he couldn't understand that this was real. His arms wound around Stiles' waist and for a moment they could enjoy peace. Until the bickering from upstairs got loud enough to remind them that they still had a curse to break and fairies to fight.

~*~ The End ~*~