#violetfairydust

[renmackree]

Trick or treat!

How about a treat??

Hale Pack 2.0 alive and happy 🩵🩵🩵

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @violetfairydust!

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Just a little look in on the pack over the holidays, past and present, and a touch of romance in the air (though that could just be the pine sap).

Tags: canon!AU, fluff, pining, Hale Pack 2.0, Alpha Derek Hale, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Christmas, Sheriff Stilinski’s name is John, rebuilt Hale house, friends to lovers, domestic fluff

AN: Violetfairydust, greetings for a final time as your secret tumblr holiday stalker! I hope the holidays treat you well with visions of Sterek dancing in your head- or you know, standard sugar plum fairies, but Sterek sounds more fun.

Fair warning, this has got to be one of the fluffiest things I’ve ever written. I mean, this is fluffy with a bit of fluff, a smidge of pining, and more fluff, sprinkled with a finely ground powder of fluff. It’s like the written equivalent of a spool of fresh cotton candy. I hope it at least gives you a smile (and maybe some warm fuzzies). Happy Holidays! 

*****

Pine Needles and Pretty Thoughts

Stiles was exhausted. Travelling east to west always seemed harder than west to east, regardless of what his circadian rhythms were supposed to be telling him. He was so ready to be home, it was an itch, a thrum just below the surface, like when you ran your hand between powerful magnets and you could feel the push-pull of the energy against your skin. He wondered if it was his pack bonds, he might not be a were, but he was a spark who ran with wolves, their unofficial Emissary- Derek refused to officially name him as Emissary until he finished college. It was a continual bone of contention between them, especially since the land and the Nematon had already accepted him. It didn’t matter right now, he was just so ready to be home, but he still had the drive from the airport to Beacon Hills. Thankfully, there was a familiar and welcome figure waiting outside the baggage carousel cordon. Derek. As soon as Stiles crossed the barrier, he dropped his suitcase and jumped full force at the wolf, trusting strong arms to catch him.

“Good to see you, too,” Derek snickered at the rom-com greeting.

“Shut up, you need this as much as I do.” Stiles nuzzled against Derek’s close-cropped beard.

Feeling like a bit of a heel sinking into a contacted he wished meant more, Derek’s only acknowledgement was to nuzzle back. God, he missed Stiles. It was worse with him than the others, for one he was at school in D.C., the literal other side of the country. Admittedly, Lydia and Jackson were farther away in Boston, but at least they were together, and neither of them were Derek’s emissary or the man he was head over heels for. A fact the pack that stayed in or near Beacon Hills for college had all worked out.

After suffering through months of their alpha pining and moping, they had collectively demanded that Derek tell him before Stiles had to go back to D.C. at the end of Winter Break; that still gave him a good three weeks, and Stiles had just arrived and was aggressively scenting him, so he was just going to put that crisis on the back burner and for now he would soak up Stiles’ attention and let his presence calm his wolf.

“You going to let me go anytime soon?” Derek chuckled, rubbing his cheek against the exposed bit of Stiles’ neck unintentionally presented to him.

“Nope. Scenting. Deal.”

“Stiles, you do remember <i>I’m</i> the wolf.”

Finally pulling back, sliding off the werewolf carefully, “Yeah, but I still missed you. I missed my pack,” he said, pressing against his alpha for a quick moment.

Wrapping an arm around the young man, Derek grabbed Stiles’ bags and guided them towards the car, while Stiles launched into a tale about one of his professors and old school plaster of Paris.

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The drive to the Hale house passed in a blur of anecdotes and random facts that Derek happily let wash over him.

It didn’t matter that Stiles had helped with designing and warding the Hale homestead, it was still always an impressive sight to see. It wasn’t just the Hale house, or the pack house; it was everything they had survived to get to this place. Not exactly the halls of Valhalla or fields of Elysia, but it was theirs. The drive up was made of solid packed earth, allowing for a natural path without rocks or pebbles kicking up, or clouds of dirt billowing out everywhere. Willows, pines, maples, all mixed in a kaleidoscope of colour and foliage. The wild hodgepodge reminding Stiles (and Derek) of the pack.

Derek was quiet as they approached the house. This was the first time Stiles would see the house fully decorated and he was anxious for Stiles’ reaction. Slowly the house peaked out from behind the trees. Flickering electric candles lit every window, a soft glow pouring out into the night. Multi-coloured fairy lights ran along the edges of the house. Even the railings of the wide wrap-around porch were covered in a deep green garland.

“Is it real?” Stiles asked as they pulled up.

Derek wanted to wallow in the giddy pleasure coming off his friend, confirming, “The garland is.”

Smiling cheekily, “Bet the ants love you- I always knew you were a secret sap,” he snickered softly at his, admittedly, lame joke.

“Stiles, you’ve pestered me about putting garland out ever since the house was finished. Stop being a little shit and get inside before Erica bowls the door down.”

“Aw, Catwoman, I’m coming,” he spoke conversationally as if she was standing with them and not waiting inside the house. Pulling his carry-on out of the SUV, Stiles turned to see Derek glaring at the house, emitting an almost subvocal growl. 

“Der, I don’t think Erica is really going to take the door off or come through the windows at least while they’re closed,” Stiles teased, complete misinterpreting the cause of Derek’s distress. It did, however, serve the purpose of snapping the wolf out of his quiet growl-a-thon.

“It’s Erica you never know <i>what</i> trouble she’s getting into,” Derek grumbled.

“I heard that, Alpha!” Erica yelled back for Stiles’ benefit.

Beside him, Stiles was letting out the happiest laugh. Derek had missed the sound. Hell, he just missed Stiles. Therein lay the problem. Apparently, according to his annoyingly observant and uninhibited beta, Derek wandered around like a lovesick puppy if he didn’t talk to Stiles every day, even just a simple text. It wasn’t like he could help it; Stiles brought that out in him. Even when he’d first returned to Beacon Hills Stiles was just there. Always, infuriatingly <i>there</i>. And damn-it all to hell, his wolf loved it. Derek tried to be aloof, untouchable, gruff, and downright mean. It was enough to cow his betas, whether he meant to or not. He even managed to bring Peter to heel with it. But not Stiles. Stiles just pushed back, even when he was afraid. What’s more, Stiles didn’t so much break his walls, as simply ignored them to offer their alpha comfort- no one else would dare come near him on the anniversary of Laura’s death, but there was Stiles storming in, making himself at home, reading or quietly watching mundane sitcoms, just letting Derek know he wasn’t alone.

Out of his betas, Erica was surprisingly the one who could read him best, even better than Cora, if only just. The vibrant young woman had spent so much of her life watching the world go on around her, she learnt to read the world she couldn’t be part of. Now, she put those skills to good use, at least she would call it good use; Derek called it being a meddling pain in his ass.

“Erica, since you’re hovering, can you get the door?”

A beat later, Derek shook his head and cracked a smile.

“She ‘as you wish’-ed you, didn’t she?”

“You bet I did,” the blonde affirmed, leaning against the doorframe.

Dropping his bag, Stiles grabbed Erica and lifted her off the ground in a swirling hug.

“Welcome home, Batman.”

“It’s good to be ho- oof,” he was cut off by a familiar head of dark hair barrelling into him. “Scotty, ribs!”

The wolf pulled back a little, “Sorry,” he offered bashfully.

“I missed you, too, bud.”

Walking past, Erica hip-checked their resident human, knocking him practically into Derek’s arms.

“Erica!” the both snapped- one in warning, the other indignation.

“Oops, ‘don’t know my own strength’,” the she-wolf attempting a Bullwinkle voice.

“You okay?” Derek checked with Stiles, just to be sure.

“Yeah, I know you always got me, big guy.”

Derek was <i>not</i> blushing. He was just still a little pink from what Erica made sure he heard while he and Stiles were outside, even though he knew that was much better.

“Come on, everybody wants to see you,” Scott bounced into the living room tugging his friend with him.

“Scotty, can I at least put my bags in my room?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take them up,” Derek offered.

“You sure?”

“Go see them before they riot.”

“You’re the best,” Stiles told him, relenting to Scott’s gentle tugging.

As soon as Scott got Stiles into the living room he was nearly knocked over by a blonde bullet.

“Uh, Erica?” Stiles looked worriedly between the wolf nuzzling and petting him and the others in the room. “I don’t think I lost that much scent between the hall and here.”

“I missed you- deal.”

A large dark-skinned hand pat Erica’s shoulder, “Babe, save some for the rest of us,” Boyd chided.

Pouting, Erica loosened her hold, allowing Boyd to slip a hand down Stiles’ arm. That seemed to break whatever damn of hesitation had held the others back. In a flash, Stiles was buried under a pile of bodies as the pack all tried to scent the man and welcome him home.

A soft chuckle from the entry pulled everyone’s attention. Derek had gotten progressively more open and ‘human’ in the last couple years, but it still startled them when the man laughed so fondly.

From the depths of the pile, Stiles grumbled playfully, “Get down here or get your puppies off me.”

Moving into the room, Derek watched as the others not-so-subtly made space for the alpha, so he’d have to practically lay on top of Stiles. Settling down to nuzzle at Stiles’ neck, he muttered against his skin, “They’re your puppies, too, <i>Emissary</i> Stilinski.” He emphasized the ‘emissary’ more for his own solace than to remind Stiles of his position in the pack.

“You like saying that way too much,” Stiles worked an arm out from under Isaac, at least he thought it was Isaac, to run his fingers through the hair at the back of Derek’s head.

The wolf merely hummed contentedly, not bothering to argue.

And that’s how John and Peter found them. Stiles waving his hand above the bodies with a plaintive, “Save me.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Red, looks like you’re exactly where you should be. Don’t you agree, Derek?”

A barely audible growl from the alpha sent the older wolf cackling into the kitchen.

With a fond smile, John moved towards the chair closest to his son’s flailing hand. “I hate to say it, but your uncle has a point. Never-the-less, I would like to hug my son, who I haven’t seen in almost five months.”

That got the pack moving, untangling themselves from each other and Stiles, until Derek was the only one left.

“Der? Can I hug my dad?”

Shaking himself, Derek looked around at the others having obviously extracted themselves minutes before. “Missed you,” he mumbled as he got up, ears suddenly tipped in pink.

“‘Missed you’ he says,” Isaac scoffed from the kitchen, where the pack had gravitated to. “Just tell him for crying out loud,” voice pitched for werewolf ears.

“Now, now, let our alpha continue his campaign of procrastination like the mature leader he is,” Peter rebuked, simultaneously throwing sass at his nephew at the same time.

“Shut up,” Derek whispered from the living room, just loud enough for werewolf hearing, but too soft for the humans with him. Putting on what he hoped was an innocent smile, Derek greeted the sheriff.

“You gotta tell him, kid,” John smirked, offering the wolf a fatherly pat to his shoulder as he passed to join the others in the kitchen- sure he would be getting much worse from his troublesome pack.

As soon as the wolf passed, John found himself pulled in and wrapped up one of his son’s tight ‘Stilinski’ hugs, which he matched happily. “Welcome home, kiddo.” When they pulled away, John looked over Stiles cataloguing what changes he could see in his son. “College agrees with you,” he said with a smile. “Come on, let’s see what trouble the rest of the pack has gotten into. You know Peter and Derek are the only ones I trust in the kitchen.”

“What about me?” Stiles asked indignantly.

“Like I said, Peter and Derek.”

“Dad!”

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The next two weeks flew by. Christmas was split between the pack’s families and the Hale house, save for Stiles and his father, who simply spent Christmas together with the Hales. A new tradition Stiles had foist upon them three years ago with a <i>“Dad, I know he’s a sourwolf, but we can’t leave him alone with uncle creeper for Christmas!” to his father. Using a huff to hide his smile, John agreed on the condition that he passed the <u>Die Hard</u> test. Stiles practically beamed.</i>And a <i>“Derek, I know you like to be all stoic McBoody-wolf, but,” Stiles got right up in the wolf’s face, “I also know that you are not an emotionless robot <b>and</b> wouldn’t dare disappoint my father. And don’t even try and play the Peter card. I’ll just tell you to bring the zombiewolf with you- no brains! Turkey only!” It took half a beat for Stiles to realize what he’d said and by that point he was witnessing a true Christmas miracle- Derek Hale laughing a pure free laugh.</i>

The next year the pack was finally coming together, learning each other; no longer a group of strangers thrown together by chance or fate, but a pack that would soon be a family.

Stiles still didn’t want risk Derek being alone with Peter. That was another thing, Peter had mellowed with every step forward the pack made- finding Cora alive had triggered so much progress in him as well. Stiles still taunted the older wolf, but it had become a game of sass between them, not barbs of wolfsbane and steel. It had been hard on all of them when Cora decided to spend Christmas with her pack in South America; they all understood, Cora would be leaving the pack to rejoin the Hales, and that pack had been her family for years after the fire, neither Peter nor Derek could begrudge her this last Christmas with them as pack. They all knew Christmas with two could be worse than Christmas with one- at least when you’re alone you can pretend it’s just another day. Taking it all into consideration, the Stilinskis decreed that Derek and Peter were to spend Christmas with them.

It had been strange, yet not, as the pack slowly trickled into the Stilinski house. First Scott and his mom, who were obviously expected. Then a hesitant knock heralded Isaac, followed by Erica and Boyd. Even Lydia and Jackson showed up. But probably the most surprising was Allison. She stood on the porch, shy in a way she seldom was. Stiles merely stepped aside to let the huntress in. They’d all been through a lot and been through it together, so it was only Allison who was caught off guard when Derek walked by offering a gentle squeeze to the back of her neck, an alpha claiming one of his own.

Which brought him to this year and the sword of Damocles that was his feelings for Stiles. The man was headed back to D.C. in a matter of days and the pack were growing anxious and impatient- he didn’t want to be reminded of the ‘talk’ Lydia had <b>at</b> him the night before.

Currently, Stiles was out in the Preserve checking the wards around the Nematon. He really loved it out in the Preserve at least when he wasn’t running for his life or fighting the MotW. Since he’d embraced his spark and agreed to become Derek’s emissary the land felt different, like it physically wanted him there. It wasn’t some mystical pull or tether. It was more the way a house became a home based on the people who lived there. A warmth and welcome that got stronger the more he was there. He was just finishing his circuit, when he felt another, but every bit as warm and welcoming aura, for lack of a better word, and smiled. “You taking up your creeper ways again?”

Derek grunted in acknowledgement.

“Monosyllabic, too? Should I be worried?” the young man teased. 

“No.”

A sharp, happy laugh filtered through the air as Stiles moved to meet Derek, where he was leaned un against a large redwood.

Derek took a moment to watch his emissary as he walked towards him, tall and proud, oozing magic and power to anyone who saw him. It was the same Stiles who’d dive into research, the determined, focused man that people ignored for his more spastic, frenetic self. Too many only saw that side of him. Derek was fairly certain Lydia and Peter were the only others that recognized that part of him- his father might, but he wasn’t going to guess.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Stiles playful words interrupted Derek’s musings.

“You’re beautiful,” he found himself saying.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Stiles started pressing a hand to the wolf’s forehead as if checking for a fever and looking Derek’s face and eyes over for any odd sheens or suspicious discharge.

Batting the hands away, Derek scowled. “I’m fine, Stiles,” he growled.

Stiles’ look turned to one of confusion as he seemed to deflate, losing a chunk of that quiet power from a moment ago. “Why’d you say that then? It’s a little early for April Fool’s.”

Pushing off the tree, Derek pressed into Stiles personal space.

It had been years since Stiles had been intimidated by any of Derek’s posturing, even when he was, he never backed down; this time was no different. “What’s going on, Big Guy?” he asked softly.

Reaching out, Derek brushed an escaped lock of Stiles’ dark chocolate hair back into place.

“Der,” Stiles’ throat worked hard to keep his mouth from drying up and making him choke on his words. “You know I’m usually really good at speaking Hale, probably better than my Spanish, definitely better than my Polish, but I’m… I’m not at all sure I’m translating right.”

“You are.” Derek let out a little huff of a laugh. “You always are. You know me better than anyone outside my dad and Laura.” Derek’s eyes darted from Stiles’ to his lips and back again- God, he wanted to taste them and know what they felt like against his own- they always seemed so soft compared to the vitriol that could come out of them. Just one of the many, ever-growing questions he had about the man before him.

“Don’t tease. I can’t take it if you’re not serious or it’s some sort of pity, one-off thing.”

“Stiles.” It was more than just a name. It was denial that this could ever be pity or only one time. It was incredulousness and disbelief that Stiles truly didn’t realize Derek’s feelings. It was fascination and awe. It was a promise. It was love. “Never.” He looked down as he admitted, “Ask the others, they all know. They threatened to lace my sheets with wolfsbane if I didn’t tell you before you went back to D.C.”

Stiles fell forward, pressing their foreheads together as he snickered at their pack, their family.

Derek couldn’t help the chuckle that came out to match Stiles’. “If it wasn’t clear, I’m kinda in love with you.” A sliver of fear shot through him as Stiles pulled back. 

He needn’t have worried; Stiles smiled, a gentle curve of lips and a blinding sparkle in his eyes, before leaning back in for a soft, yet indulgent kiss. “I’m kinda in love with you, too.”

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It was nearing midnight when Derek heard, first Boyd, then Cora closing in on he and Stiles. Derek knew he should’ve answered one of the calls from the pack, but that would’ve meant his lips leaving Stiles’ skin or Stiles’ lips leaving him- neither was acceptable. At least now they were almost kissed out. And no longer fighting the urge to strip each other then and there.

Stiles had his back against the same tree Derek had been leaning on earlier, Derek was settled between the v of Stiles’ legs, fingers intertwined, trading lazy kisses between smiles.

“Oh, god, my eyes!”

The pair laughed at the loud outburst. “Was that Cora?”

Nodding, Derek called back, “Get used to it!” as he stood graceful as ever, offering Stiles a hand up.

As soon as Stiles was up the wolf ducked his head with a soft snicker.

“Do I want to know?”

“Boyd just called the others.”

“Okay?” his eyebrows raised in question, though not as expressive as Derek’s, they got the point across.

“Erica just screamed “Fucking finally” from somewhere over to the east.”

Shaking his head, Boyd turned to follow Cora back to the house.

“Can’t we stay here?” Derek almost pouted.

Taking his hand, Stiles tugged the alpha after him, “Come on, Big Bad, we have a pack waiting for us.”

Grumbling, “That’s the problem.”

Shrugging, Stiles offered a rather enjoyable solution, “We’ll just make out until they get disgusted and leave.”

“Good plan,” the wolf agreed with a smirk.

Snapping indignantly, “My plans are always good.”

Derek playfully gave the expected answer, “Shut up; let’s get back and implement your ingenious plan.”

With sad resignation, Stiles bemoaned, “The romance never lasts.”

“You want romance?” the wolf asked with a playful smirk, before sweeping Stiles up bridal style and taking off to the Hale house- he had a lover to romance; the pack would just have to deal.

[nixie-deangel]

send this to all your favourite moots and roll a snowball! KEEP THE SNOWBALL ROLLING!❄️🤍❄️🤍❄️

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[sterekcollabang]

Sterek Collabang 2024 Round Up!

Thank you to all of our participants for giving us a try!

This round we had 21 teams of 2 or more complete their collaborative projects, and considering the initial ~43 signups, that feels pretty good!

Here are the completed projects:

A Hydrographic Map to Home - @noxnthea and @wolfspurr

UNLESS - @artaxlivs and @eviscer-8

A Kitsune's Ablution - @lalaithquetzallicaresi and @eevylynn

I've Met You Before - @fogsy-feel and @anaxandria-writes

Two Little Sailor Boys - @violetfairydust and @idkmyartwork

The Future is Looking Sanguine - @rosieposiepuddingnpie and @eevylynn

Plant Your Hope With Good Seeds - @1989dreamer and @lokicorey

Hale of a Proposal - @one-fandom-became-all-fandoms and @renmackree

Finding Home - @mindofmim and @renmackree

Falling Together on Purpose - @adeceasedtulip and @escharis

Paw's Rewind - @definitively-different-drivel and @lalaithquetzallicaresi

The Distance Between Us - @elisela and @thotpuppy

Reckless Hunger - @okdeannawrites

The Feral Wind That Lit Him Ablaze - @quackquackcey and @triskhellion

Forever Fated - @darquedeath4444 and @timeless329 (ao3)

The Devil in the Next Room - @outtoshatter and @noxnthea

Golden Life or Gutter - @geekmom13 and @cubpaws

Which Con at Witch-Con? - @thotpuppy and @quackquackcey and @uinuvien

A Book By Its Cover (Model) - @renmackree and @tarantula-teeth and @anaxandria-writes

The Den - @sinnabon-cosplay and @jojorice

Crossing the Line (Part 1) - @triskhellion and @escharis

These links direct to the individual tumblr promo posts for each project which includes samples of the art featured in each story and links to read on ao3.

Here is the [LINK] directly to the Collection of works on AO3.

Happy reading!

[endwersed]

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 ❤

Tagged by the wonderful @hedwig221b 💘

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another name for love - 37k

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as dear as a brother - 10k

Stiles and Scott become best friends at college. Derek is Scott's hot older brother.

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@like-lazarus @lucky-bishop @renmackree @violetfairydust

[watermeezersweaponry]

One of the first daggers in my collection!

made a new blog for all my weapons.

@whatwedointhecraft And let me know if you see one Cain might use?

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[eevylynn]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the lovely @whimsicalmeerkat <3 <3 <3

Here's a bit from chapter 2 of WolfTok, my booktoker!Derek au. This has been so much fun to write.

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Stiles shifted in his seat, trying to force his mind back to the meeting, but it was hard when Derek was just so... Derek. Every subtle movement—the flex of his arm as he adjusted his phone, the way his jeans hugged his round ass so nicely, the stretch of his neck as he looked down at his screen—sent a rush of heat through Stiles’s body.

Derek’s soft voice broke through his betas rising voices. “Peter found signs of disturbance near the riverbank—ripples in the water, maybe something moving upstream. He thinks it could be heading toward the woods.”

Before Stiles could even process that, his phone went off loudly, the notification tone echoing in the room. He winced, realizing too late that he had forgotten to silence it after doing homework earlier. Everyone turned to look at him, including Derek, whose thick eyebrows were raised, silently asking if Stiles was going to check that.

Flustered, Stiles fumbled for his phone, hoping and praying that it wasn’t what he thought it was.

It was exactly what he thought it was.

His face burned red as he saw the notification that Derek had just posted a new TikTok.

Stiles blinked at the screen, heart racing. Now? Here? How?

Wait.

Derek had uploaded a TikTok right in the middle of a pack meeting, while everyone was here.

While Stiles was here.

How did Derek find the time to do this? When did he film it? Did he do it just before they showed up? Maybe he’d filmed a bunch a while back and was just getting around to posting now? Was he even texting Peter earlier? His mind raced as he continued to stare at his phone, wondering if Derek had ever filmed any while the pack was around.

As his brain spiraled into a thousand questions, Stiles suddenly felt Derek’s gaze on him, heavier than before.

“Is everything okay?” Derek asked softly.

They stared at each other. Derek’s face was inscrutable. Did he know what Stiles had just gotten the notification of? Was this a coincidence or on purpose? Stiles willed his heart rate to remain calm.

Stiles swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away from Derek's. “Uh, yeah, just... a notification. Nothing important,” he mumbled, slipping the phone back into his pocket as nonchalantly as he could manage.

But the question lingered in his mind long after the meeting moved on: How many times had Derek posted those sexy, shirtless TikTok videos just before or after the pack had been around?

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I don't know who did it today, lol. Low pressure tags to @endwersed, @hedwig221b, @violetfairydust, and @rosieposiepuddingnpie

Also, anyone that wants to participate: consider this your tag

[watermeezersworldofkaldria]

Hey, guys I’m actually getting somewhere on my world of Kaldria original writing. So I decided to have my original writing on a separate blog.

@watermeezersworldofkaldria

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I was tagged by the gorgeous @liabegins diolch yn fawr cariad!! The emojis are super cute too!! 🩵

I had fun being brutally honest with this!

🎧 last song: She Sells Sanctuary - The Cult

🖍️ favorite color: Deep midnight blue

📚 last book: The narcissist in your life - Julie L Hall (half for work CPD, half for personal)

🎥 last movie: The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim

📺 last tv show: Shaun the Sheep

🍜 sweet/spicy/savory: Savoury!!

👧 relationship status: Married

🌐 last thing I googled: Estate agent regulatory body

💓 current obsession: tracking down old Green Roads and public footpaths

🔮 looking forward to: Trip to France

No pressure whatsoever to some of the usual suspects: @oldefashioned @gege-wondering-around @greyhavenisback @patolemus @seaweed-water

@hellameyers @novasillies @violetfairydust @tisthefairy11-blog

and ANYONE else who wants too!

[renmackree]

Send this to all your favorite moots and pass the pumpkin around! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤

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[stereksecretsanta]

The Sterek Secret Santa 2024 Reveal Post 

Ho Ho Ho!

Thus concludes the twelfth edition of the Sterek Secret Santa!

I hope you all have had a fantastic Christmas and that you’ve enjoyed all the Sterek-y goodness created by all the lovely secret santas!

If you’d like, you can still add your works to the AO3 Collection! You can also repost your gift(s) to your own Tumblrs now, of course! Just poke me and I’ll also add the link to the Tumblr gift post.

Sadly I'd like to announce that this has been the last Sterek Secret Santa. RL doesn't allow me much time to spend on hosting gift exchanges anymore.

It's been an amazing twelve year run, and I'd like to thank each and everyone of you that's participated over the years. Sterek is and always will be eternal <3

-x- Leonie (leetje)

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Now it's time to find out who your secret santa was!

@1989dreamer made a gift for heavensenthale - gift here

@alaidiem made a gift for negativenorth - gift here

@always-mimits made a gift for sivan325 - gift here

@comedicdrama made a gift for in-over-my-head - gift here

@eevylynn made a gift for sugareey-makes-stuff - gift here

@geekmom13 made a gift for wolfspurr - gift here

@goddess47 made a gift for nightlight9 - gift here

@greenleaf1316 made a gift for theydraggedmein - gift here

@heavensenthale made a gift for mintonarel - gift here

@in-over-my-head made a gift for serenelystrange - gift here

@mintonarel made a gift for alaidiem - gift here

@myulalie made a gift for comedicdrama - gift here

@negativenorth made a gift for 1989dreamer - gift here

@nightlight9 made a gift for always-mimiTs - gift here

@quackquackcey made a gift for greenleaf1316 - gift here

@renmackree made a gift for thotpuppy - gift here

@serenelystrange made a gift for geekmom13 - gift here

@silverloveless made a gift for stacinadia - gift here

@sivan325 made a gift for eevylynn - gift here

@stacinadia made a gift for goddess47 - gift here

@sugareey-makes-stuff made a gift for renmackree - gift here

@thefrailtyofgenius made a gift for violetfairydust - gift here

@theydraggedmein made a gift for thefrailtyofgenius - gift here

@thotpuppy made a gift for myulalie - gift here

@violetfairydust made a gift for quackquackcey - gift here

@wolfspurr made a gift for silverloveless - gift here

That’s it! Go and shower your no-longer-secret-santa with love and virtual tackle hugs!

[nixie-deangel]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡

🧡🧡🧡

1, My kids!

2, Coffee!

3, Crochet!

4, Writing!

5, Music!

[sterekcollabang]

Two Little Sailor Boys

Writer: @violetfairydust

Artist: @idkmyartwork

Rating: E

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Braeden (Teen Wolf), Theo Raeken, Kate Argent, Tracy Stewart, Adrian Harris

Additional Tags: Horror, Blood and Gore, Character Death, Murder, Nightmares, Head Injury, Graphic Description of Corpses, Not all of them, E just to be safe, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Human AU, some psychological horror

Summary:

Derek Hale plans to spend the weekend with an old family friend at his house on Shipwreck Island. He is joined by nine strangers - including the handsome Stiles Stilinski - where they are each accused of murder by their mysterious host. One by one, the guests are killed, and Derek and Stiles grow closer as they try to stay alive.

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[endwersed]

several sentence sunday

I feel like it's been forever since I shared an excerpt from something I'm writing - so! Here is a little snippet from my current Sterek ABO AU WIP, the poets are right 🤗

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“You’re such a moron,” Stiles says, its bite flawed a little by the breathlessness to his voice, the way his hands are clutching helplessly at Derek’s shoulders. “We could have been doing this for weeks.”

“We have been doing this for weeks,” Derek points out, dropping his mouth to bite kisses along the extended length of Stiles’ throat. “You were there for most of it, I’m pretty sure.”

“Oh, shut up, asshole, you know what I mean.” Stiles tilts back to let Derek’s mouth slide lower, pausing to suck a quick mark at his collarbone, skimming hotly even further down until the tip of Derek’s tongue can lave a tight, wet circle around his nipple. “Oh god, yeah, that’s nice, that’s good, more of that, please.”

Derek huffs a short laugh against his sensitive skin, pebbling slightly in the night air.

“See, you call me all these names – moron, asshole.” Derek pauses, nose nuzzling through the thick of hair just over Stiles’ sternum. “And you still think I should give you what you want?”

“Well, duh,” Stiles says, tipping his bright smile up to the dark sky above. “I have it on good authority that you like your omegas feisty. Just doing my bit to keep you interested.”

A low growl rumbles from Derek’s chest. His blunt teeth graze over Stiles’ nipple.

“Trust me,” he says, low and throaty. “You do not have to try hard to keep me interested.”

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Low pressure tags 💖 @crownofstardustandbone @dear-massacre @eevylynn @hedwig221b @like-lazarus

@lucky-bishop @nerdherderette @renmackree @thotpuppy @violetfairydust

[beaconfeels]

My Top Ten Movies (that I can think of at this moment)

The delightful @kikiroo tagged me in this. Just gonna go with the first ten movies I can think of off the top of my head that I’ve seen a minimum of four times (probably many more for some of them. I’m a big rewatcher)

1. Night at the Museum

2. Emma (2020)

3. Knives Out

4. You’ve Got Mail

5. The Fast and the Furious

6. Outbreak

7. Jurassic Park

8. While You Were Sleeping

9. Timeline

10. That Darn Cat (1965)

No pressure tags to @derpylittlenico @mirrorthoughts @nickcharleswife @stilesdemonbaby @violetfairydust @holyangelstudentuniverse @nogitzune

[eevylynn]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @endwersed and @violetfairydust

This is from my fic for the Sterek Reverse Bang

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Eventually, they found themselves way in the middle of a clearing, a cliff rising high on one side, providing at least one wall of protection from anyone stumbling upon them. A stream flowed along the opposite side, adding a peaceful ambiance to the area.

“Well, this is pretty,” Stiles said, turning in place to observe the clearing around him. “How did you find this place?”

“I used to come out here with my Cora, Laura, and our cousins,” Derek replied softly.

Stiles turned to give him a soft look, but he didn’t say anything because he knew Derek wouldn’t want to dwell on it.

“So, what’s the plan?” Stiles asked, swinging his arms nervously but trying not to look like he was actually nervous.

“First things first,” Derek began, “we need to find out how strong you actually are.”

“Yeah, obviously,” Stiles said.

“So, we know that when the Nogitsune had full control of your body, it was stronger than me.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Stiles winced, memories of the Nogitsune tossing Derek like a ragdoll flashing in his mind.

“Don’t worry about it,” Derek said firmly, dismissing Stiles’ concerns with a wave of his hand. “It wasn’t you.”

“We’re going to start with a warm up. What I want you to do first is climb that,” Derek said, pointing to the cliff that rose next to them. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m going to time you to see how fast you can climb up and then get back down.”

“What about you?” Stiles said. 

“I know how long it takes me,” Derek said simply.

“Well, I think you should climb with me,” Stiles said with a sly grin. “We’ll be able to compare better.”

“Stiles...”

“You just don’t want to face humiliating defeat if I beat you at this already,” Stiles taunted, his grin widening

Derek fought a smile, obviously debating internally whether or not he should give in. He shook his head with a sigh. “Fine,” he conceded, returning his phone back to his pocket. “Let’s get on with this.”

“And no jumping?” Stiles added quickly. “Just pure climbing, right?” He had seen how much the werewolves in his life took advantage of their ability to jump high and far.

“Just climbing,” Derek confirmed, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “We’ll test your jumping later.”

They walked over to the cliff and discussed the best spots for both to climb, ensuring the challenge was as fair as possible. Once they were in position, Derek counted down.

“Ready. Set. Go!”

At Derek’s signal, they both grabbed a hold of the cliff wall and began climbing. Stiles was thrilled by how quickly he could identify the best handholds and footholds, his muscles working in perfect coordination to propel him upward. Glancing quickly to his left, he saw that he and Derek were neck and neck. The surge of confidence pushed him to climb faster, and before he knew it, he was pulling himself over the top.

Mere seconds later, Derek joined him at the top, and Stiles couldn’t help but cheer.

“Nice work,” Derek said, a hint of pride in his voice.

Stiles grinned widely, soaking in the rare praise. “So, what’s next?”

“Next, jump down,” Derek instructed calmly.

Stiles’ grin faltered. “Wait, jump?”

“Yes.”

“Jump…off the cliff?” Stiles asked, staring over the edge in disbelief.

“Yes, Stiles. Jump off of the cliff.”

“But…” Stiles hesitated, his brain short-circuiting as he looked down at the fifty-foot drop. “That’s over 50 feet.”

“Yes,” Derek confirmed, his tone unwavering. “And you can handle it.”

Stiles swallowed hard, nerves tingling in his gut. However, he trusted Derek, so he took a deep breath in and jumped, feeling the wind rush past him as he plummeted towards the ground.

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Idk who hasn't done this yet, so I'm going to tag @hedwig221b @thotpuppy @rosieposiepuddingnpie and anyone else that wants to do it