#werewolf dib

[dvtchie]

2 Instagram halloween doodle requests in one

[werewolfulrich]

You have to pet him. It's the law.

Drawn with my mouse.

[tinyriver-neonlights]

So, if Dib became a Werewolf, Zim would recognize him and it wouldn't be too different for how he sees him normaly

Thinking about Monsterfucker Zim.

Like, to him, Dib is a big hairy sapient primate with too many fingers, freaky teeth, and weird alien junk that hangs out all the time and base, primitive mating instincts that Irkens don't experience (except when they do). To him, Dib may as well be a werewolf.

[4ddi3addie2005]

Anyone wanna buy a dog?? For cheap?? (Shout-out to his YT channel… the dislikes R from Nat n Trencil)

Close-up of this cuz I like ittt

[cherry-pop-elf]

Oh yeah shit I forgot to tell you I finished the HP movies!

Rubs hands together

Time for some drum roll please

Random Bill Weasley Headcanons!

Bill Weasley, as a curse breaker, has built up an immunity to curses and extreme magic. This is why he and Fleur were able to get along so well. Her Veela blood didn’t cloud his vision. It’ll also be the reason why he wasn’t properly turned when attacked by Greyback

Speaking of Greyback I have a theory that Bill was specifically targeted by him. One idea is that Bill was possibly working on finding a cure/some kind of new medication for werewolves given he’s a curse breaker and close with Lupin. The other idea was that he possibly smelled like Remus and it Greyback wanted to hurt someone close to the man, or at least leave a message. Either way I have a strong theory there was a reason Greyback chose Bill

He is SOAKED in protection ruin tattoos. And I do mean soaked. Much of it of Arabic origin given his stay in Egypt.

The reason Ginny doesn’t seem to have any long term trauma from the Chamber Of Secrets incident was because Bill took care of her. Definitely not just a plot hole or forgotten detail. No way. Definitely not

Also we all know it would hardly reach the third book if Bill was involved because he would know about horcuxes and how to destroy them and probably even as far as how to save Harry with out AKing him. Just saying facts

Greyback isn’t a sweetheart. We all know his face is not gonna have that anime scar treatment. Like sir? Sir is scars are less visible than Lupins. Lupin has an excuse of being a child and growing up with them, and Greyback’s whole purpose was to infect than kill. Bill would 100% have a blind eye and face be hella fucked up. Like exposed teeth and cut into his hair line. LET DISABLE PEOPLE BE DISABLED

All the goblins at Gringotts are just a bunch of old men that took Bill in as the community kid. He canonically was taken in to be a curse breaker after he finished Hogwarts. Meaning he was under some kind of internship before then. Wouldn’t be a surprise if he would be classified as the world’s youngest curse breaker even. Not even eighteen and working as one at Gringotts of all places. Think about it

He’s a victim of third parent syndrome. So expect lots of him being more of a parent than a brother, and the emotional and mental fatigue that comes with it

His old patronus was a lion but I morphed into a wolf after he was attacked

Bill is the mostly ‘muggle’ out of all the Weasleys. You could drop him in the middle of a muggle city and he would blend in rather well, and actually function relatively well. He’s still a pureblood, but if for some reason he had to hide out in muggle society he can successfully do it. Blame it on all the rock bands he’s gone to listen play live

Given he had lived in Africa for a while he already knew some French, so when he and Fleur met he had impressed her with what he knew. Was a good ice breaker to explain his curse breaking career

Like every Weasley man he likes his women that can kick his ass

Definitely a massive perk of living on the beach was eating all the raw meat he wants. Fleur 100% planned that but don’t let Bill know that. He’s self conscious enough about it as he is

He used to be relatively tanned because of living in Egypt, but a side effect of having werewolf blood is getting sickly. He also returned to working at Gringotts when the war was over so he was trapped underground a lot. At least he can blame that for being pale

Definitely uses it as a excuse to check in on George and Ron at WWW

Ever since the attack chocolate never tasted the same to him. Also gave him a morbid realization on why Remus seemed to ‘love’ chocolate. Poor guy

Much like all kinks they stem from trauma. And that means someone here has a thing for pet play. Whoopsies.

As if Fleur could ever companion. Dommy mommy over there

Guard dog rights am I right?

Definitely has a bad habit of chewing.

Only got worse after the attack

Just look at Fleurs neck. HEYOOO!

Only allows his family, and the goblins, to give him any kind of dog or wolf nickname. If anyone else calls him such he WILL bite you

That also means he loves scritches

Give him all the scritches. He’s earned them

He also will chill out at Dobby’s grave to do paper work or just enjoy the sun. A means to keep him company. If anyone has intense respect for the dead it’s the guy who’s dealt with mummies

And that’s enough from me for not because I’m tired, busy with college shit, and period is around the corner so I’m very depressed. Don’t ask how many drafts I have. It’s alot. Hope you enjoy/share your own headcanons!

Rolls away

[hazbincalifornia]

Can’t believe it, Dib brings his daughters friends dad who is a DEMON to the Swollen eyeballs meetup unintentionally but worst, fear turns to annoyance because oh my gosh bathinee gosztfuker I’m a big fan, big fan!!!

The fact that I headcanon the DOHRKS and the Swollen Eyeballs are partnered organizations (with DOHRKS focusing more on demons while the Swollen Eyeballs are more generalized paranormal creatures, although the DOHRKS have actual funding and the Eyeballs are mostly normal people pooing a budget together) makes this even funnier, tbh. This dude massacred god knows how many people they knew, but they don't even pick up on it!

They take a selfie with him and only realize like five years later '……Wait a second…..'

[ellecdc]

i have a small idea! (this totes bounced off that one poly!marauders pregnancy post)

sirius would absolutely find comfort laying on readers belly later on in her pregnancy animagus style🐾

I loved this! you must've read my mind; yesterday I was considering sending out a request for any pregnant!reader or dad!marauders prompts!

poly!marauders x pregnant!reader who Padfoot is obsessed with [1.4k words]

CW: fem afab!reader, pregnancy, discourse regarding shower temperatures

“Wait, so, explain to me why you can’t both just take a shower together?” Remus asked as he followed Sirius and James into the flat, the two boys having argued nearly the whole way home from the shops over who was going to get to shower first.

Sirius made a derisive scoffing sound as if Remus had asked something particularly ridiculous. 

“Remus.” He muttered like he was talking to a troublesome toddler. “My hair and skin are only as beautiful as they are because I don’t scald myself under water heated by hellfire.” 

“My showers are not that hot, Pads.” James argued, though Remus could hear the smile in his voice. 

“My gods.” Sirius breathed out. “It’s starting to affect your brain cells too.” 

James made an offended sound and swatted at Sirius. “Fine, out with you then; go take your freezing shower, but don’t come looking for me for cuddles when you can’t stop shivering.” 

“I’d sooner find Moons for warm cuddles.” Sirius responded haughtily. “Those werewolf genes keep him nice and warm.”

Remus hummed in acknowledgement. “Dove may just have me beat there soon.” 

All three boys took a moment to sigh lovingly at the thought of you; growing and stretching and likely more than a little uncomfortable but doing it so gracefully nonetheless. 

“Sirius if you’re just going to sit here with hearts in your eyes…” James started, though he didn’t need to finish his threat when Sirius turned and took off in the direction of the shower.

“You do come out of the shower a little pink, love.” Remus murmured into the side of James’ face once he knew Sirius was out of earshot. 

James scoffed but leaned into Remus’ embrace. “How does he know that hot showers aren’t how I get my hair and skin so beautiful?” 

“Fair enough.” Remus laughed before he moved to put the groceries away. “But I don’t want Y/N getting into any showers with you; we don’t want her blood pressure rising.” 

James hummed in agreement. “But you may have to tell her that; her showers are equally steamy.” 

“Okay,” Remus agreed, “family meeting tonight about appropriate shower temperatures.” 

The two worked through the kitchen in relative silence before James slowed in his movements; dark brows furrowing behind his wire frames. “Speaking of showers, I don’t hear one running.” 

“Did he seriously fight you for dibs over the shower and then not get into the shower?” Remus laughed, causing James to stalk down the hall muttering something under his breath along the lines of “stupid no good sodding handsome boyfriend, going to be the death of me”. 

Remus waited for the inevitable yelp when James startled Sirius from behind, digging his fingers into his ribs in punishment.

He waited for the two of them to start trading insults - far louder than necessary - that quickly divulged into heated kisses where they pressed each other up against various solid surfaces.

Except no yelps, no tickles, no insults, and no passion could be heard.

In fact, it was quiet…too quiet. 

“Is there some weird portal in the flat that my partners keep disappearing through or something?” Remus called as he moved in the direction of the bedroom. “And where’s dovey?” 

But the answer only came when Remus rounded the corner into their bedroom - nearly colliding with James who had paused just inside the doorway - to find you asleep, curled up on your side in bed with a placid looking Padfoot curled up behind you and his head resting on your waist; your ever growing bump (that you’ve insisted cannot possibly grow anymore) dutifully under his chin.

Remus made an affectionate tsking sound as he took in the sight. “Did you get distracted, Pads?” And the dog’s tail began thumping loudly against the bed, though Remus could tell Padfoot was working very hard to not move his body in any other way lest he disturb you. 

The three of you always joked that whatever Sacred 28 gene allowed Pureblood's to appear impassive, bored, and to expertly save face was absent in Sirius, who never bothered hiding a single one of his emotions; the way he was feeling always displayed loudly and proudly on his face, though he claimed that was by choice rather than design.

But for as expressive or closed off as Sirius could or couldn’t be, Padfoot didn’t have a poker face to save his life.  

An almost embarrassing coo left James’ lips as he made his way to the bed, kneeling carefully on the edge of the bed so as to not disturb you, before reaching over to place a hand on your bump.

Padfoot, for his part, snapped his jaw playfully at James, pretending to bite his wrist only to then lick his arm aggressively when James diverted his loving caress to the top of his head instead. 

“She’s been so tired lately.” James murmured to no one in particular once Padfoot seemed appeased and he moved his hand to push some hair back from your forehead. 

“You try building an entire new person from scratch.” Remus chuckled quietly, moving to stand behind James but pausing when Padfoot’s head shot up.

The canine stared down at your midsection with his ears standing straight up in the air before tilting his head comically at a nearly 90 degree angle.

James laughed, making a breathy ‘wha-’ sound when Padfoot’s head snapped in the other direction, snout still pointed dutifully at your stomach. 

The dog let out a quiet whimper and pressed his wet nose into your side, causing James to laugh and Remus to tsk chidingly at him for risking waking you up.

“Is he kicking, Pads?” James asked then, moving his hand to the now damp spot on your shirt from where Padfoot poked you so rudely as the dog’s tail thumped excitedly on the bed. 

“Please.” Remus scoffed playfully as he reached forward to place his hand next to James’. “Don’t you mean she?”

“They” you corrected suddenly - though your eyes remained closed - as your boyfriends (two human and one currently canine) hovered around your midsection “are lucky they’re so loved when they’re currently using my ribs as a kick drum.” Your breath hitching in time with James and Remus’ hands feeling a strong thump and Padfoot’s head tilting the other direction. 

“Awe, I’m sorry, angel.” James cooed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You should be.” You grumbled, though Remus could see the faint upturn in the corner of your lips. “It’s your fault.”

“My fault?” James shrilled. 

You hummed in agreement. “They were very well behaved before you showed up.”

“How do you know it’s not Moony’s fault?”

You cracked one eye open to look at Remus who simply winked at you. 

“Just do.” 

“Pads?” James tried then.

“If it was Sirius, I would say the chances were equal.” You admitted as you settled back into the pillow. “But baby is well behaved for Padfoot.” 

“Well…” James started, looking helplessly between his partners. “Well this is just not fair.”

You let out a groan and shoved your face into the pillow at the interruption of your nap when Remus finally took pity on you.

“Wasn’t someone supposed to be showering?” 

James looked over at Padfoot who simply stared back at him before letting out a long sigh and resting his head back down on your belly. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Looks like there’s been a change of plans, Jamie.” Remus translated. 

“Fine.” James grumbled, though Remus could tell his ire was only for show. “Do you wanna join me, Moons?” 

“I showered this morning.” Remus declined as he took James’ spot next to you on the bed.

“I’ll shower with you, Jamie.” You offered as you went to rise, pausing when all three boys protested. 

Well, James and Remus protested. Padfoot let out a bark. 

“You should rest, angel.”

“Leave Jamie to his hellfire showers.” Remus agreed. “I’ll run you a bath after dinner, how does that sound?” 

Apparently that sounded lovely, because you easily fell back into your pillows with a smile on your face, a dog resting its head on your stomach, and Remus rubbing his thumb lovingly against your temple.

[pasteltraitor]

Artfight time!! Join me on artfight here! Hopefully, I can find the time and energy to draw a lot this month!

[juleteinthrum]

Alder must have had a #WerewolfMoment that me and Dib are working on uncovering. Unfortunately Alder in headspace is a lot more covert and weird about stuff than he was in our past life together, as well as being unable to remember a lot of details.

Source memory stuff is so hard!!!! We're so fascinated though!!! And Clarence (working title for the new cheetah guy) is spending time in and near our cabin trying to find answers to his own questions.

[craziechwiv]

RWBY Monster girls vs ...Jaune Pt. 2

(Continuation of this post)

When we last left off with Jaune, he was on a journey to continue his family's tradition on becoming, a Monster Hunter! And so far, his journey has been...unsuccessful to say the least. Albeit, he has faced two types of monsters, but has not slain them. More like, tamed them in a way?

Jaune: LIKE I HAD A CHOICE!

Right...anywho~! Let's see if Jaune's luck with any other monsters prove to be fruitful towards his goal of making his ancestors proud! Now, with two companions, a wraith girl and a female werewolf, his band of allies can't possibly fail against further foes!

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In a snowy and frozen ridden forest, our hero (and co) was fighting for their lives against a group of ghouls that have sprung from beneath the cold layer of white. Jaune managed to slice through a couple however was in a intense sword fighting session with another, who had their own weapon for a fair fight.

Meanwhile, Ruby and Yang we're busy trying not to be surrounded by a horde of the undead, with Yang using her claws to dig deep in their weak spots, hoping they stayed dead. As for Ruby, she used her ghostly appearance to get behind a few and forcibly snap their necks or dig out their entrails and brains.

As seemed lost for the three as the ghouls didn't let up the assault, until a harsh wind blew through the forest, with Yang, Ruby, and Jaune taking its random occurrence to flee from the fight and hide behind a large boulder. Surprisingly, none of the ghouls followed them, with Jaune peeking from behind their cover, seeing them all frozen solid. As Jaune was perplexed before he saw a figure come from beyond the snow, it was a woman, with dirty white hair and...bare above her waist. Her fingernails were like claws as she showed a row of razor-sharp teeth. She took a look at Jaune, and a look at the bodies of the frozen ghouls, with some being dismembered still on the snow bed, blood staining it red. She took a nice whiff of the stench of foul meat and then ran up to Jaune, sniffing him.

Mahaha!Weiss: Mmm~. You're strong~.

Jaune: S-Stay back! I won't hesitate to take another one of you ou-

Mahaha!Weiss: I shall claim you as mine!

Jaune: I WILL NOT BE YOUR NEXT MEAL! Mahaha!Weiss: My new husband!

Jaune: Wait What?

Mahaha!Weiss: Eh?!

Wraith!Ruby: Oh, she's pretty! I take dibs on her~!

Werewolf!Yang: The that leaves me and the monster 'layer', ey Jaune~?

Jaune: Y'know what, I would rather die...

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Werewolf MC

~ as requested by @fox-daddy and anon :) ~

Julian: just a little bit too into the "dangerous" aspect of it. keeps asking you to bite him, "for science"

Asra: the least impressed by it overall (they've known you forever, it isn't new) but gives the best scritches

Nadia: regularly takes a day off to thoroughly shampoo, condition, detangle, groom, and perfume your coat

Muriel: likes knowing that you can be a friend to him and to Inanna. though he will silently call dibs on snuggles

Portia: thinks it's awesome but really wants to know if she can ride on your back like a horse. please. pretty please

Lucio: starts to ask why he can't transform into an intimidating animal figure and then remembers goatcio. sulks

[werewolfulrich]

Have you created any Invader Zim AUs?

Oh yes! I have a Dibwolf AU. It's an AU where Dib is a werewolf, and he's like Gretchen's pet at night. lol He loves to eat treats, play with chew toys, and attack Zim until he bleeds.

[gabessquishytum]

Hi Gabe and welcome back 💖💖 I’ve got a particularly delicious ask for you hehe

So TJ-Dragonblade and Delta-Pavonis both wrote incredible fics on the concept of immortal gigolo to the supernatural, Hob Gadling, and Dream finding out about said occupation in modern day.

But what if Hob had the opportunity to service Dream in 1389? Then 1489, and 1589…you get the gist. 

Maybe Hob is the token mortal at the agency who happens to become immortal because Dream just finds him so irresistible and he wants to fuck this mortal way past his normal lifespan. Or maybe Hob’s already met Death and gotten immortality another way from her, and now he’s heard all about Dream and is eager to please.  

Maybe they both think at first this is just a nice arrangement, a good way to get a mindblowing orgasm once a century but oops, Hob’s caught feels! And Dream has too but he’ll be the last to admit that.

Anyways, how do you think their 1789 meeting REALLY went in this scenario? 😏😏😏

Hey beloved seiya!!! Thank you for this ask - I have been thinking about immortal gigolo Hob SO MUCH. My brain immediately went to 'Hob started the agency and is like the brothel madame and only very occasionally takes on special clients'. The idea of Hob as a somewhat morally grey person who takes in supernatural waifs and strays and kind of grooms them into the perfect escorts really tickles my brain. Of course when he sees Dream, Hob immediately calls dibs on him because he's so fucking pretty no one else is allowed to have him.

As for their 1789 meeting, I have so many thoughts about Hob getting dressed up beforehand. I mean it in the nicest possible way but he looks like such a tart at that meeting (in all fairness so does Dream) so I can't help but imagine all the other employees helping Hob get ready for his big date - he's got a selkie coiffuring his hair, a couple of ghouls helping him with his garters, a werewolf giving him a manicure. It's like cinderella getting ready for the ball. Hob books the private room for them to have their little tete a tete... and of course he doesn't forget to specify that he wants a bedroom.

How can Dream resist this particularly tasty morsel? Hob looks better than ever in 1789, he's really made a go of it in the business world... Dream may disapprove, but he appreciates the results. Add the fact that Hob is so eager for him, so clearly prepared and thrilled to be fucked by his mysterious stranger... well, Dream has an ego. He's only too happy to sprawl back against the mattress and allow Hob to suck him off - not once, but twice. His hair comes lose from his pretty ribbon and Hob doesn't look so different from 1389, long haired and dishevelled and grinning. Dream is about 30 seconds from taking him off to the dreaming forever. Why limit himself to once a century, when he could have this every night?

Alas, they are interrupted.

Instead of accusing Hob of being the Wandering Jew, Lady Constantine calls him the Devil's Whore. She's not exactly far off. Lucifer is a client of the agency, but Hob never serves them personally. In fact, Hob only serves Dream. But Dream doesn't need to know that. He believes that Hob spends his immortal days in the debauched company of many, many beings. Believing anything else would be admission of something special between them, and Dream can't allow that...

Not for another 250 years or so, anyway!

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n: I'm sorry…but also not sorry this man has been rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken and I just need to get these thoughts and ideas done and out because hnngg. It’s gonna start off with normal relationship headcanons and then some added nsfw stuff further down the list. There will be a header for when the nsfw stuff starts.

Content Warning: mentions of sexually explicit content (genitalia, sex positions/habits)

Bigby Wolf - Relationship Headcanons (w/ some NSFW HCS)

- Congratulations! After much perseverance and patience…you've acquired a sheriff werewolf partner! 

- Once Bigby finally comes to terms with his feelings, it will still take time to adjust. 

- He's not used to being vulnerable and open, but if he was going to start…there was no better person than you.

- Bigby trusts you with pretty much everything he is and it means the world to him that you trust him tenfold with your own heart.

- Bigby can be very, very protective of you. He tries not to come off suffocating or controlling, it's just in his nature to protect those he loves. 

- He's not a huge fan of PDA. The most he will do is hold your hand or shoulder and/or maybe kiss your forehead if you guilt trip him enough to do it (poke out your bottom lip and do your best puppy eyes and he'll cave)

- There are many instances where Bigby would have liked to kiss you, but you'll likely have to be the one to initiate it and commit to it in order for it to happen.

- Sarcasm is one of your own love languages you share between each other. 

- Bigby may not be the best at remembering dates for certain things but he does remember the things you like/dislike especially if it has a distinct scent. 

- Speaking of his heightened senses, he's got them practically tuned into you most if not practically all the time. (Albeit again he isn't weird about it. It's just something that naturally occurs)

- If you're someone that has menstrual cycles he picks up on it earlier than you do and tries what he can to make the time of the month less dreadful. 

- Bigby is definitely hot blooded both figuratively and literally. Which makes him great for winter nights and a nightmare for summer nights.

- Speaking of which, he'll always have dibs on being the bigger spoon, you can try but not without Bigby being a smart-ass about it. 

NSFW Relationships Headcanons: 

- His favorite ideas for dates are: going for long walks to nowhere in particular (bonus if it's in the woods) and/or nights in at your place  (or his, but…considering the state it's in he feels more comfortable spending time in your home) with some take out food. 

- At the end of the day, Bigby may still screw up and make things messier than they were at his job but as long as he has you to love him unconditionally and smiling at him...he really couldn't ask for anything more.

- Bigby will primarily be the dominant one in your relationship.

- Even if he lets you take the reins every now and then, in the end he always reminds you he's always in control. 

- I hope you love a hairy man, cause with Bigby it's basically a given. Especially down there.

- Moderate length but very girthy dick that stretches and fills you perfectly to make you see stars.

- Not much of a tease at first but as you grow more comfortable in the newfound relationship he can be a bit of an asshole about teasing you.

- Especially when you know that he knows you're turned on from your scent alone and he does nothing about it. 

- Some encounters can get pretty intense and his eyes have glowed yellow and his claws have come out but he's never scared you or hurt you drastically. (Likely just turned you on more)

- He won't admit to many kinks outright but by all means please praise and validate this man, let him know he's doing something right. 

- Nothing motivates him more than hearing you moan, beg, and scream his name and how good he feels.

- Bigby has a preference for sex positions that have him above you in some capacity, he wants to have full access to all of you. 

- He can go slow and steady or fast and passionate, given his job it's more likely you guys have to learn to settle for a quickie. 

- Sex has also become a way for Bigby to relieve his stress and of course being the doting partner you are, you're more than willing to help him. 

- He's fairly caring in after care. He'll ask if you're okay (especially during your first encounters, he'll worry about being too rough or carried away please reassure this man) and/or if you need anything.

- He has no qualms about you cuddling up into his side or resting your head on his chest as he likely wraps his arm around you in return as he nods off to sleep soon after the moment is over. 

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you have any recs where Derek is absolutely in love with stiles but, stiles is completely oblivious? If you know any other fics like that but a different ship I'll take those too!

Yeeeesss!

Hindsight (Ok yeah, it all makes sense now) by Eternalsterek24

(1/1 I 3,269 I Teen)

In hindsight, Stiles should have recognized that the pack was keeping something from him. The problem, though, was that when you have weird friends, you don’t think anything of it when they act weird. 

Game On by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 6,391 I Teen)

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

Show Me The Way Back Home Baby by stilinskisparkles 

(1/1 I 14,968 I Teen)

In which Lydia and Jackson produce the world's cutest baby, and the pack goes crazy-- the good kind of crazy. Except for Derek, who is afraid of tiny cute babies and Stiles who plans to be the best Uncle ever. Even if Danny called dibs on Godfather.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell

(5/5 I 35,458 I Mature)

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

To Build a Pack by Arieanna

(9/? I 53,294 I Mature)

Derek feels a pull in his chest, and it's a pack bond to Stiles. He thought the young man had betrayed him along with Scott, but finding out the truth, he makes Stiles a part of his pack. Now, with the pack coming together in a healthy way, they help Stiles discover that he's not just a sidekick, but a major player, and more important than Scott had ever given him credit for.

The more Derek pulls Stiles into the pack as his second, though, the harder it is to ignore the feelings that he's been having for the boy since they met. Stiles, on the other hand, has fallen out of love with Lydia, and can't figure out just why that happen

All the Weird Kids (Know How to Take it Slow) by Ionaonie

(26/26 I 112,477 I General)

Stiles never thought being part of a werewolf Pack would end up being so normal. Even being around Derek had a degree of normality about it. Even if he was still an overbearing jerk most of the time.

run and hide by whiry

(36/36 I 174,966 I Teen)

"Unlike Derek, Stiles still remembers the first time they met. He remembers the confusion at the pull in his chest, tugging him to the boy with big ears and light eyes. He’d been in the grocery store with his mother and Derek with his, and they had all been minding their business, but Stiles had a niggling in the back of his head directing him toward Derek. And when their eyes met for the first time? Stiles’ heart about exploded. He remembers grabbing his chest and gasping and his mother running over and Derek’s mother running over. The boys didn’t even say anything, and poor Derek looked so confused, and Talia and Claudia simply looked at their boys, looked at each other, and immediately set up a time to meet. And that was how it started."

or, stiles and derek suck at being mates, a new threat comes to town, and stiles has to desperately try to save everything he's ever loved from total destruction all while trying to get through his sophomore year unscathed.