#you can already see me going self indulgent with the purple one aka him writing me a tattoo at suondcheck x'D

[mitamicah]

As a birthday gift to myself I am on my way redrawing memorable Bojan moments from the Malmö gig and this is what I got so far (still wip hence no signature yet :'D)

If you guys have any suggestions for moments I can draw (it has to be Bojan and has to be from Malmö) feel free to tap in ^V^ otherwise I'll probably continue tonight with more and more self indulgent sketches x'D

[psychedelic-ink]

A/N: Hello all! This is the first of the “A gift for you” xmas event requested by @nakunakunomi aka Hazel! She requested herself with Shanks, hopefully you’ll enjoy this Hazel because this is the first time I’m writing for Shanks xD also wishing you an early merry Christmas! 

Genre: Fluff / Romance

Word Count: 1808k 

Prompt: Decorations

Hazel’s eyes widened, her insides felt all warm and tingly as she took in the sight that fell before her. A goofy smile spread across her lips, she was blinded by the colorful fairy lights that seemed to shine across the entire island. Millions of Christmas trees stood in the center of the island, she could see children with their parents decorating them with silver tinsel and colorful shiny bulbs. 

The snow crunched underneath her boots as she started to make her way down. The rest of the crew, much to her annoyance, had fallen asleep as soon as they docked. But curiosity brew inside of her and taking Shanks black long coat Hazel head off into the unknown. 

Now seeing the view, she was so glad that she did. 

When Hazel reached the center of this decorated island her senses were invaded with the smell of gingerbread cookies and the sound of festive music playing. Some part inside of her was telling her to be alert and that this could be a trap to lure poor sailors but then again...who could resist the smell of gingerbread cookies?

She walked towards the nearest food stand, giggles came from every direction, the environment was truly intoxicating. Hazel stood in front of one stand that seemed to be the main source of the delicious scent. Pulling out her pouch she glanced up at the seller who had a thick black mustache. 

“How much for a cookie?”

“Three beri!” the man exclaimed joyfully. 

“I’ll take one.” 

Hazel smiled as she pulled out three beri from her pouch, the man wrapped the gingerbread man’s bottom with a napkin, which made her giggle like a child, and gave it to her. She gasped noticing that it was way bigger than she anticipated. Hazel could easily share this with Shanks, she wouldn’t want to of course, but she could if he really begged her. 

The treat felt warm in her hand, she thanked the man and left. Taking a bite, Hazel walked towards the center of the city. She hummed happily as the soft cookie melted in her mouth, it made her feel happy and giddy. Continuing to munch on it she walked towards the trees, examining each one. 

They all looked beautiful and shiny, Hazel felt like she was in the middle of a forest. How did they even bring all of the trees here? she thought noticing that they were, indeed, real trees. Continuing her strolling, she noticed a small boy with a red sweater. He was holding a big sparkly silver orb, he reached out on his toes but then huffed with frustration. He looked around only to find Hazel shoving the last parts of the gingerbread man into her mouth. 

“Hey lady!” he shouted waving towards her. “Can you help me please?” 

“Um…sure?” Hazel replied as her eyes scanned the area in hopes of seeing this boy’s parents. 

She sighed and walked towards the boy. His eyes sparkling he extended the silver ornament towards Hazel after she took it the boy pointed up. 

“I want it to be on the top branch.” 

Hazel’s eyebrow twitched at that, she wasn’t the tallest of the bunch and she didn’t want to disappoint this sparkly eyed boy. The tree was probably about two meters tall, so maybe they could put it on the top branch if the boy stood on her shoulders? 

“Here take this back.” she pushed the ornament towards the boys chest and kneeled down. “Get on.” 

The boy tilted his head to the side. 

“Really?”

“Do it before I change my mind,” Hazel replied, grinning at the boy. “There’s no way I can reach there on my own.” 

The boy was quick to climb on top of Hazel’s shoulders, he gasped when she stood up but it was quickly followed by a gleeful giggle. Hazel had a smile of her own as she stepped closer to the tree, the boy reached out and placed his ornament. Hazel giggled when the boy extended his tiny arms into the air and shouted a yay. When she put him back to the ground he quickly thanked her and ran off to find his parents to show them. 

Hazel waved him off with a smile, when the boy vanished her gaze landed back onto the tree. Raising an eyebrow a mischievous smile spread across her lips, an idea was in her mind and it was going to be spectacular. 

Hazel sighed as she hoisted yet another bag filled with decorations up the ship. It’d been a chaotic week but in the and she knew it would be worth it. Pretty much the whole crew knew what she was up to and they were all happy to help, they also enjoyed watching Shanks whine like a child because he had no idea what was going on. The crew could be quite tortuous towards their captain. 

But today was the day. Hazel had successfully stolen three trees worth of decorations, cookies, hot chocolate and many many colorful fairy lights. She promised the crew to do their laundry for a week if they would stall Shanks until the sun went down. They were more than happy to help.  

With butterflies in her stomach she started to decorate the hall leading up to his cabin. A million scenarios flew through her head as she started putting up the lights. What would Shank’s reaction be? He was already suspicious of her, what if he didn’t like that she turned the ship into basically a mini version of the island?

Hazel let out a shaky breath and placed two reindeers in front of the door. She had named them Buggy one and Buggy two, the red nose the three of them had in common had everything to do with it. 

She opened the door leading to Shanks cabin and immediately rolled her eyes, ofcourse it was a mess, she didn’t expect anything less of him. Hazel quickly scooped up the mess and stuffed everything into a nearby closet. She hung the yellow fairy lights, placed the miniature christmas trees, lit the cinnamon and marshmallow scented candles. Lastly she brought the many fluffy blankets, soft pillows and placed them on the bed. 

Taking a step back Hazel gazed at the masterpiece she had bestowed upon this once upon a time messy bedroom. The fairy lights illuminated a soft light along with the scented candles, she had lit them before so the room would smell nice before Shank’s arrival. 

Hazel took in a deep breath of it, the smell made her hungry for gingerbread cookies. She was just about to self indulge herself and relax before the surprise but then her eye caught a glimpse of the window, the sun was almost completely gone, the sky now a mix between blue and purple. 

“Shit.” she whispered and ran to the kitchen. 

Quickly Hazel made the hot chocolates and dumped the cookies on to a big plate, there was no time to arrange them, placing all of them on a tray she speed walked back to to the room. Placing the tray, she held her breath as muffled talking reached her ears. 

“What is this?” he heard a surprised Shanks asking. “Benn did you do this?”

“I...I was with you all day?”

“I’m on to you…” 

Hazel’s stomach churned as she hurriedly sat on the bed, she crossed and uncrossed her legs not knowing how to sit. Finally she decided to cross them and listened to the steps that got closer and closer to Shank’s cabin. 

Even knowing that they were coming Hazel still flinched when the door burst open. Shanks, followed by Benn, both gazed at the decorated room with mouths agape. A smile spread across Hazel’s lips as Shanks eyes took in the sight with awe, finally after examining each decoration his dark eyes landed on her. 

Benn patted Shanks on the shoulder. 

“I’ll leave you two at it then.” and with that he left. 

Hazel could hear her heart beating in her ears, she swallowed as Shanks took a step inside and closed the door. His eyes got bigger with every new detail he noticed. Hazel’s palms started to sweat, she wished that he would just say something already. 

“Merry christmas!” Hazel said with both hands in the air, finally breaking the silence. 

“Christmas?” Shanks replied, snorting. “Since when do we celebrate that?” 

“I honestly just thought that the decorations looked cool.” her eyes shifted to the floor. “Do...do you like it?”

Shanks chuckled as he walked towards her, placing his hand gingerly on top of her head he caressed her red locks. Sitting down the bed dipped underneath his weight. 

“I love it.” he said and continued to play with her hair. “How did you manage to do so much and so little time?”

“With a concept that is unfamiliar to you.” 

“And what might that be?”

“Hardwork.” 

Shanks rolled his eyes but laughed with her. With her mission a success, Hazel wrapping her arms around his broad chest tackled him to the bed and buried her face into his neck. Shanks arm came around her waist as a reflex, he placed a kiss on top of her head as he continued to chuckle. 

“Hey,” he said softly against her soft hair. “I have a surprise for you too.” 

With that Hazel propped herself up on her elbow, with wide eyes she grinned at her. 

“Really?” she asked excitedly. 

“Yes really,” with one hand he dug into his jacket. He pulled out two hats. “Well not just you, I bought one for myself as well.” 

Hazel took the hat, it was like the ones she saw before. Red with a white bobble on top, the only difference being there was something written on it with green glitter. Hazel raised an eyebrow as she read it outloud. 

“Naughty?” she squinted her eyes and looked at Shanks. “What does yours say?”

Shanks smirked as he turned his hat, it read “nice”. 

“Really?” Hazel asked, amused. “I’m the naughty one in this relationship?” 

“Okay fine,” he sighed. “You give me the naughty hat.” 

With a toothy grin Hazel placed the hat on top of her head, happy that apparently both of them were thinking about each other. 

“I love it,” you whispered. “Thank you.”

“Of course love.” 

Shanks suddenly hoisted himself up with one arm, taking you by surprise he placed a soft kiss on your lips. Your shocked impression quickly melted into a smile as he parted away. 

“Come on,” you said gesturing towards the, probably now cold, hot chocolates. “Let’s drink before they get even colder.”

Shanks followed your gesture and his face lit up further when he saw the tray. Then his gaze landed back to her. 

“How did I end up being so lucky?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”    

[deliberatemisspelling]

So I've been mentally writing this sterek fic (I am literally always mentally writing a fic, it's the actual writing part that I struggle with) and it's SUPER frustrating because I'm realizing that I totally do not know the sequence of plot events in TW at ALL after the whole nogitsune shenanigan.

Like okay so it starts with The Summer Fling, which is canon fight me. And Derek angsting about Stiles age and Stiles low-key panicking about Scott finding out and the usual stuff there. And then comes the Unofficial Breakup that has to be Unofficial because they were never Official but after the vault and Erica and Boyd, it's all a little too Real for Stiles and he's like whoa pump the brakes.

So that's chill, and then the no-tell motel, Derek is Dead drama whereafter Stiles goes to the loft to like, mourn or whatever. Turns out Derek's not dead, that's great! Not great? The pair of delicate feet and slim ankles appearing at the top of the Sexy Spiral Staircase over Derek's shoulder. Obvs Stiles just like bolts at this point because Derek isn't his boyfriend, he has no right to be there, Derek's not dead and moved on it's all SO wonderful.

In all the running away, Stiles misses that A. The ankles belong to his English teacher and B. Derek's been magically seduced! Tragic. Rapey. All very much part of Derek's general milieu. Where's Cora? Honestly who cares like I hate to say that about a female character but she's so obviously a stand in for Erica that they murdered for no reason that I just Cannot with the interchangeable women. Miss me. She's running around the woods grieving Boyd. Maybe burying him.

Anyway. There's drama! Alphas! Ice bathes! Root cellars! The canon nonsense. Derek gives up the alpha powers still because that matters later for my plot so i guess Cora is around somewhere. Being vaguely poisoned.

Except that after it's all over Derek turns up in Stiles room to uuuuuh dance around an apology/explanation for the whole Ms. Blake misunderstanding and of course Stiles tells him that it's not his fault and there's uuuuuh... comforting. Where's the sheriff? Fuckin sleeping, dude had a rough night.

And then of course Stiles ruins the afterglow. Because he and Allison and Scott, they did something. And you don't get to fuck around with death magic without consequences. And for Stiles, lovely hella extra Stiles, who cares too much about everything it's that now he doesn't care at all. Not personally. He knows he should, he used to, that he can fake it for his dad and for Scott but he doesn't want to Have To fake it for Derek so he tells the truth.

Which naturally for Derek is a Big No. He's not gonna be with somebody who isn't with him, not really. It all touches on some weird consent and trauma issues and it's just bad news all around and everyone (really just Derek, cuz stiles isn't big on emotions RN) is real sad. Super sad. Pack up with my magically healed sister and ditch town sad.

And then of course comes stiles spiraling deterioration, because he wants to get mad about the whole thing but he can't and that just makes him want to get madder and things aren't going well and then nightmares hallucinations nemeton etc etc Possession. Cool. Literally do not talk to me about the creepy asylum sex or the coyote girl. Stiles' possessed, sleep deprived and drugged up to his eyeballs. It's problematic at best and I'm not about it. Too bad, not sad, don't care. Didn't happen.

Anyway. That's a whole rigamorole. Derek pops back into town, there are some tragedies, again canon nonsense not too caught up in the details here kids. And then! Since you can't be a wolf and a fox at the same time, the nogitsune is defeated and it turns out that when it puked stiles new body out in a pile of bandages, it kept his pretty little darkness all for itself. Convenient! Stiles has Feelings again y'all I could shed a tear.

Except that I WON'T because this is where I basically don't know the plot anymore. I just had to read Wiki plot summaries of the last 3 seasons, which are, ohmilordy, absolute fucking nonsense.

All the shit with the Calveras and Kate being a purple leopard and Derek being both de-aged and human, the Desert Wolf and Kira leaving and the benefactor and the mute and the Beserkers and Liam being introduced and Lydia figuring out the Banshee thing and whatever dumb Peter shit goes on ALL HAPPENS IN SEASON 4? MY GOD. Plus there's extra nonsense with bonfires and magical werewolf viruses and tea leaves that I didn't even KNOW about?

I feel like I deserve a medal for a 5 minute perusal. Anybody that watched all that shit deserves a fucking National Holiday named after them. And that's before all the nonsense with Theo and the Dread Doctors and the Nazi alpha that is apparently NEVER dealt with because of the Ghost Riders and Kate AND Gerard SOME MORE and then some dude named Monroe like Y'ALL.

Y'all.

The plots of this show are a fucking Rat King and Jeff Davis be shot.

Anyway.

Now I know that after Stiles gets his Feelings back, he keeps that shit to himself. Derek's got a lot going on. He's kidnapped! And then is a fetus! And he picks up a hot mercenary girlfriend somewhere and she teaches him how to use guns cuz he's a wooby human for a while. Basically all the plot anybody cares about picks up again in the van on the way to Mexico Part Duex.

Because that's the first time Stiles spends any real time alone (isnt liam passed out for most of it?) with Derek, and he got the feels, but Derek doesn't seem to be doing the weird chemosignal sniffing. (Does stiles know about the humanity in canon? Idc.)

So Derek doesn't appear to like... know. So stiles keeps keeping that shit to himself because it's Too Late anyway. Anything they might have had is long dead.

Speaking of dead! Derek gets gutted! Again y'all. And so of course Stiles is really missing the times when he didn't feel stuff because he loves Derek, fuck does he, and Derek is always a friggin martyr so instead of staying he lets braeden handle it and goes to save scott. With long seconds of forlorn staring and several glances back beforehand, of course. Aka what happened in canon.

So then Derek evolves like a Pokemon, as one does, and when stiles (hauling scott) comes out of the church he's just standing there in the moonlight in all his naked glory.

Stiles drops Scott. There's an affronted sounding 'oof' when he hits the ground, but it doesn't even register for Stiles because Derek's head whips around, nostrils flaring and Stiles knows that Derek Knows.

Stiles blinks and Derek is just there, right in front of him, one filthy hand cradling Stiles jaw.

"Why didn't you say something?" Derek asks and there's more than a little accusation in his voice. Stiles scoffs as dismissively as he can manage.

"What was I supposed to say? 'Hey Derek, surprise! I'm capable of loving you again, so you should break up with your hot, age appropriate girlfriend to go back to sneaking around with a teenage moron who may or may not ever actually tell anyone about you!'"

"Yes," Derek shrugs, and now there's definitely some affronted noises, both from Scott and from Braeden.

"Your girlfriend has a gun," Stiles points out, but it sounds weak to his own ears and Derek doesn't acknowledge it. Stiles is very focused on the rough pad of Derek's thumb tracing the thin skin under his eye. Derek's other hand clenches in the fabric of his shirt, hauling him closer. His own hands come up to curl around Derek's neck and tangle in his hair. It's gritty and greasy and Stiles couldn't care less; Derek's naked and throwing heat like a sauna pressed down the length of him. It's intoxicating against the freezing desert night and Stiles huddles closer.

"So kiss me already," he huffs, and Derek's answering grin is blinding for the split second he can see it before Derek jerks him in the final few inches. Stiles makes an embarrassing noise against Derek's mouth and can't bring himself to care.

Derek's hand slides down his back, settles in the curve of his spine and his fingers dig in. Stiles moans into his mouth again. He can't stop running his hands through Derek's hair, down his neck and shoulders, thinks vaguely he might be trying to climb him but it doesn't matter.

It's probably a long time, longer than Stiles would like to admit, but Lydia finally does interrupt them.

"As lovely as this reunion is, do you think we can go now?" She asks finally, voice strained. Stiles breaks away from Derek just enough to glance over and find her heaving slightly under Scott's weight. Scott, who looks extremely bemused and unhappy, but not terribly angry. Braeden, when he thinks to look for her, is straight up gone.

"Uh, yeah. Hang on," he turns back to Derek, "Do you have like, pants?"

There's more, with like feelings and stuff where Derek says he wants to be with Stiles more than he wants to leave beacon hills, and Stiles is like, deeply moved. And then physically moved because he still does the FBI internship program, Derek just goes with him and stays off the FBI most wanted list.

And that's that on this week's self indulgent bed time story. Now that I've done this I'll have to think of another one for tonight. Oh well.