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spunky-89 · 3 years

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All Power (Kol Mikaelson x Female Reader)

A/N: Woo a new fic! Cause updating or finishing old WIPs is apparently not as cool. Also, this fic is a bit of a crossover from Teen Wolf, not anything like major, just some references and such.

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Warnings: None that I can think of

The air was tense in the courtyard as Kol stood protectively in front of his lover, facing off against his pain-in-the-ass hybrid brother. Elijah stood between the two trying to keep them from tearing each other apart. Freya was off to the side holding herself, feeling guilty for starting this disagreement.

“You come anywhere near her Nik and I swear it will be the last thing you do.” Kol threatened.

“I don’t like liars, especially not in the house where my daughter sleeps,” Klaus growled.

“You really think I wouldn’t make sure that my girlfriend had no ill intent towards my niece? Do you think that low of me brother?”

“Enough, both of you,” Elijah spoke, turning slightly to look at his youngest brother and his lover. “Now, would you care to share what this ruckus is all about?”

“I don’t know, ask Nik.” Kol spat, rage in his eyes.

“You stand there and make me the bad guy when it is your pet human that is lying and has been her whole time with us.” Klaus proclaimed.

“And how do you know this Niklaus?” Elijah inquired.

“Because I sensed it,” Freya spoke up, moving closer to the brewing storm.

“Sensed what Freya?” Kol snapped, becoming more and more fed up with the current situation.

“Something… off,” She tried, struggling to find the words.

“You need to do better than that sister, or else this is a waste of time because you have no grounds to accuse my girlfriend of anything.”

“Enough.” The woman came out from her position behind Kol and came to stand next to him. “Please just stop, all of you.” She requested.

“Darling?” Kol gave her a questioning look and she gave a heavy sigh.

“She isn’t wrong, I’m not human,” She started, avoiding eye contact and staring at the ground. “Well, not entirely human I should say.” She then looked to Klaus, “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t sense it. I mean typically wolves have a sense for this sort of thing.” She remarked.

“Get to the point, my patients is waning fast,” Klaus warned. As he did so, Kol took a threatening step forward, only to be stopped by a hand on his arm.

“Okay, calm down. The short version is I’m a werewolf.” The woman stated plainly.

“You can’t be, you’ve never turned on a full moon,” Kol stated, looking to his girlfriend in confusion.

“That’s because I’m a different breed and I’ve learned to control it.” She then gave a bashful smile at him and said, “I also happen to have an amazing anchor that keeps me grounded.”

“That’s it,” Klaus growled and sped at the supposed werewolf and pinned her to the wall, his eyes glowing golden. “Who are you?”

She saw Kol move to intervene but she shot him a look to let her handle this. She smirked as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, opening them to reveal her eyes were glowing a vibrant purple, wolfish features taking over her face slightly. And before Klaus could make a comment or move, she dug her claws deep into his side and rake them upwards, causing him to release her in shock. She used that moment to roundhouse kick him away from her.

“Who am I? Well, I’m someone you really don’t want to piss off.” She huffed, fixing her clothes.

Kol was looking at her wide-eyed, never having seen her like that before. He watched in fascination as her face shifted back to the one he loved so much, though the claws on her hands didn’t disappear.

While Kol was focused on her, she was focused on Klaus. She knew she just poked the sleeping bear, or well in this case wolf. She acted casual, but she was ready for a full-fledged brawl. She heard him let out a chuckle, and her heart went icy cold. She knew that kind of chuckle. It was the kind that told her she’d just pissed him off and he was amused by her attempt to hurt him.

“That was a neat trick, love,” He said as he stood back up to his regular height. “But you’ll have to do a lot better than that if you want to hurt me.” He growled as his eyes flared and he started to rush towards the woman. Before he could even get close Kol threw him to the other side of the courtyard.

“I told you Nik, not a hair.” He seethed, standing protectively in front of his girlfriend, who was now minorly terrified and clutched onto the back of his jacket.

“Maybe I should just go,” She murmured to Kol.

“Nonsense, you are still welcome here,” Elijah promised.

Klaus had gotten up and was getting ready to argue when Elijah cut him off.

“Why don’t we give the lady the benefit of the doubt. As it stands, if she had wanted to harm any of us she’s had ample opportunities to do so and has not. We shall hear her out before we jump to any more conclusions.” He stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Everyone was slow to move, but eventually, all were gathered in the seating area.

“What do you want to know?” The woman asked, practically perched in Kol’s lap.

“First off, how is there another breed of werewolf?” Elijah asked.

“Well, there’s actually a few. I’m from the French line of werewolves, whereas your brother is of the North American breed. As far as I know, the only other breed is English wolves. But there are many different shifters out there from many cultures. Kitsune, for example, come from Japan.” She explained as best as she could.

“How is it we’ve never heard of any other wolves or shifters before?” Freya asked.

“That I am unsure of, but I’ve met loads of different shifters and other creatures. Where I come from, it’s practically a beacon for supernaturals.”

“And you can control your shifts?” Kol piped up.

“Well for the most part. The way French wolves and shifters work is that you can shift at any time, not just on the full moon. But the full moon makes us more susceptible to turning. But for older wolves, it becomes easier to control your shifts. Whereas baby wolves tend to be much more at risk of turning uncontrollably.”

She then spent the next hour or so explaining the differences between the different wolf breeds and other supernatural creatures, although she never really explained what she was. It was actually Kol that brought up the question.

“Me? Well, I’m kinda a special case. I’m a werewolf, but well, an extremely rare one. It’s why I didn’t tell you who or what I was.” She explained, clearly nervous to reveal who she was. But with one squeeze of the hand from Kol, she sighed and started speaking, “I am the twin sister of Scott McCall, the True Alpha. I am his opposite in most cases which makes us an elite team that is nearly unbeatable. So I am what is called a Compliment Alpha. Part alpha, part beta, all power. It’s why my eyes are purple. It combines the red of an alpha’s eyes and the blue of a beta’s.” She explained, once again flashing her eyes.

“Does that satisfy you Nik? Or does she have to go through her life story before you trust her?” Kol asked, seemingly done with his girlfriend being interrogated.

“I swear to you I am no threat to your family. I didn’t even know of your existence until Kol revealed who and what he was. Vampires are kinda new territory for me. This is not some evil plot to harm you or any Mikaelson. You all have become my new pack, and you don’t hurt your own pack.” She swore.

“I shall allow you to stay, but be warned little wolf, I see even the slightest hint of your inevitable betrayal and I will end you and your brother.” Klaus threatened, but instead of being scared she just gave him a smile.

“I would expect nothing less.” She teased as she stood from the couch. “But just so you know, my old pack and I are hard to kill. Trust me, many have tried, yet here I am.”

Kol stood as well and took her hand as they left for her apartment on the other end of town. He pulled her close by her shoulder and kissed her head as they walked out of the compound.

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When they finally made it back to her apartment, he could see her noticeably relax.

“I have to say, darling, I’ve never seen you kick ass before but I would love to see it again,” Kol murmured as he wrapped his arms around her waist and laid kisses on her neck. She giggled and tried to push him away.

“Stooop,” She whined as she tried to wiggle out of his grip.

Kol, unfortunately, refused to let her go and held her tighter as he relished in her laughter. Moments like this were his favorite because there was just joy in the air. All troubles forgotten and burdens lifted to make room for the contentment he felt when he was with her.

The two settled down on the couch and just sat cuddled up in silence for a while. Kol was the first to break it after about half an hour.

“Would you have ever told me?” He asked, looking down at his lover who suddenly seemed very interested in the couch.

She sighed and sat up. She hated this. She knew he would eventually ask this. And she dreaded it because she didn’t have a good answer. But she knew she had to give him something.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” She started, “My identity and my secret is the reason why I ran here in the first place. The danger became too great for my brother and me to stay together. We had to separate, at least for a little while. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” She paused as she recalled the day she had to say goodbye to her mother and brother. The physical pain she felt when she got on the plane without him. “I was scared.” she admitted, “I trust you, and I wanted to tell you so many times, but…”

“But what darling? Cm’on darling, I just want to know.”

“If my identity was found out, I would have had to leave again. Which would mean leaving you. And I couldn’t- I can’t lose you too. It would break me. Shatter me to a point that I would become volatile and dangerous to those who came across me. Because my heart’s been broken a few too many times for me to be able to come back from that.” She said quietly, not realizing that tears had begun to stream down her face.

Kol pulled her back into his arms and just held her.

“I swear to you my love, no one will keep me from you. Not even my brother.” He vowed.

#kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson oneshot #kol mikaelson x you #kol mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson #the originals #teen wolf #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #kinda au #werewolf

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bangtanmythology · 4 years

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In The Name Of Song. Witching Hour.

Part six: Witching Hour:

Jungkook is plagued with nightmares about a shiny emerald mermaid and maybe they aren’t going away any time soon, maybe, you’re having nightmares about a werewolf that wants to hurt you.

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It had been 3 days since their little conversation about you and Jungkook and Namjoon was adamant in finding you and bringing you back to their reality. Trouble would be how to find you and the fact that even though it had only been 4 days since you had left for them, it had been almost 6 months for you.

“Just, summon him?” Taehyung’s voice was bold, full of a statement that had Hobi rolling his eyes,

“don’t you think that if I could do that, I would have already done it by now?” Hobi’s eyes were trained on the ceiling, the games console controller heavy in his left hand that sagged off the sofa and hovered inches from the floor. Taehyung was holding a clear bag with the letters AB- written across the front, a deep red liquid disappearing from within, passing through his lips with the curly metallic straw he had shoved through the top of the bag.

“How does he reach out to you normally?” Namjoon sighed, his controller discarded by his feet, his eyes focused on the bright red ‘GAME OVER’ that had been flashing on the television screen for the last 7 minutes. Hobi sighed and Seokjin peered in from the kitchen,

“I don’t choose when he comes you know, he’ll send me a letter, they don’t have a postage address or anything, they just appear and then he gives me a meeting point, which by the way is different every time he needs me, and I just show up there at the date and time he gives me and then wow, he appears, except this time he didn’t send a letter, he just appeared at the allotment whilst I was collecting herbs for my medicines and well, he just begged me to come with him and I went,” Hobi was listing off useless information, falling on deaf ears. His eyes remained glassy and unblinking as he continued to find interest in the swirly patterns of their white ceiling.

“Well, he keeps the peace between supernatural, maybe we just need to have a big fight and he’ll come,” Seokjin was shrugging, one hand on his hip as he wiped the other across the cooking apron that tied around his waist that read ‘HOT MAMA’.

“You say that so seriously as if you weren’t dressed like that right now,” Taehyung was giggling, a red tint to his plump lips as he swiped his blood-stained tongue across it. Seokjin rolled his eyes,

“I’m making chicken casserole, we need Jungkook to eat something, I thought maybe he’d enjoy that,”

“He’s not home, and another thing, I think he’s a true alpha,” Namjoon hadn’t slept since he was told the youngest pack members eyes had ‘glowed red’, especially since it was only possible to become an alpha if your pack dies or you’re a beta and the alpha dies. Namjoon would never forget the day when he became an alpha. His brothers, his whole family had been killed, cut to pieces at the hands of a witch.

“what the hell is a true alpha?” Taehyung now had a blood bag with the letter ‘A+’ written across it, this had been his 4th one of the day.

“A true alpha is someone who doesn’t need to climb the ranks, they don’t need to lose their packs, they don’t need to kill their pack to become one, they are destined to be one, they are born as an alpha. It’s extremely rare and the alpha gene doesn’t take control of someone unless they kill someone who is innocent, that’s the only way that they can become their true alpha selves, they’re more powerful than any other alphas, it’s a 1 in 500 chance,”

Jungkook had been running for hours, panting, his body aching and wanting to give way, a feeling of fear embedded into his brain. He had left in his wolf form, sitting outside the pool house for 20 minutes or so, waiting for Y/N to come back. He had not remembered changing back to his human form, he had not remembered coming back to the forest, he had not remembered anything. He had woken up 40 minutes from the house, covered in blood and dirt, the blood smelt human to him, and he knew he had hurt someone, the feeling sinking into the lowest part of his heart.

For days he had been plagued by nightmares, green emerald eyes piercing holes into his face from the intensity they held as they stared at him, pain stricken and cold. Every night he would reach out for the person and he would be consumed by a wave of water, engulfing him and all he could see was a bright emerald tail with gold fins swimming away from him. He knew it was her, his mate, Y/N. Nightmares about your mate were not normal, they did not happen to any of the other werewolves he had spoken to who had found their mates. He knew something was wrong, the group of 4 women that chased him, shouting gibberish words that pierced through his ears and caused a vice like sensation to shoot pain through his head.

The world span, the leaves and trees blurred into his eyes, green and brown and then all black. His knees met the solid ground, cutting the exposed flesh and his hands came down to steady him, palms digging into the sticks and stones beneath then, his nude body collapsing onto the dirt.

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“So, what, you actually want us to have a full-on fist fight?” Hobi muttered, standing face to face with Taehyung whose eyes were glowing crimson and fangs were on full display, an unpleased look apparent on his beautiful features. Seokjin nodded eagerly, his face lighting up at the prospect of finally summoning the fallen angel.

“That won’t be necessary,”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“I’m not the devil, what childish things do you all come to just to get me here,” Yoongi was shaking his head, eyes glaring at Namjoon who just stared at the floor, embarrassed that his thoughts had been heard by the shorter male.

“Well, we were going to fight to bring you here but apparently you’re already here,” Hobi felt dejected, his shoulders slumping as he threw himself onto the dirt of their back garden.

“I’m here because your youngest pack member, who I have left on your living room floor by the way, is having some witch problems and soon enough he is going to lose all control, if I hadn’t stepped in today then he’d be dead,” Yoongi was glaring at the 4 men that stood in the garden, blank stares and creased brows on each of their faces.

“what ar-“

“A witch had gotten a hold of Jungkook’s dream sequences, she’s been plaguing him with the same dream for almost a week now, she’s a direct ancestor of the witches who cursed the ancestors of his mate, who I’m sure you already know is a mermaid called Y/N. Now, Y/N is a siren, you know what, I do not have time to explain everything again. The point is, said witch found him whilst he was out today and she brain washed him, she had him go inside of a house and kill an entire family, he has no memory of this, and I cleaned everything up so you don’t need to worry about anyone sniffing around. They were inside his head, killing him slowly from the inside out when he did not immediately become an alpha. The problem here, which is a problem for him but a great thing for all of us is that he cannot become a true alpha unless he has his mate by his side. So, for your own protection, I will not be bringing Y/N back, she’s going to act as an anchor to him however, we need him to be able to control the power he has before we can even consider such things,

He needs to train, his body won’t handle the power he has, however, with his mate sickness it’s going to get extremely hard for him, you need to do whatever you werewolves would usually do when it comes to training another one to be an alpha,”

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“Why is Yoongi always disappearing just when we need him?” Jimin groaned, legs swinging over the side of the cliff, the clear water 15 feet beneath him glistening in the bright sun. Y/N laughed and sat up, grass stains covering her hands and elbows and she pushed herself to stand and lean her knees on her brothers back.

“We don’t need him, he didn’t help me when I learned to swim using my tail, he didn’t help me when I first learned to use my voice to lure the men in, he didn’t help me when my siren took over and I almost killed the whole ship full of men. You and grandma were the ones who had done that,” Y/N was carding her hands through the top of Jimin’s hair, curling small strands through her fingers and he sighed.

“I know that but you heard what people are saying about the witches, do you think we can take them on with just swimming powers and the ability to manipulate water?” Jimin groaned as he leaned back, pushing Y/N onto the heels of her feet. She quickly lost her balance and fell back, head landing on a pile of daisies Jimin had pulled from the ground, as Jimin quickly leaned back and rested his head on her thigh.

“Okay, they’re powerful but we are so strong when we work together, we can do it Jimin, we’re not weak, we sunk two whole ships last night with a huge tsunami, I’m sure if we have to we can kill 3 witches.” Y/N was staring at the sky, something that had mesmerised her since she had arrived her almost 8 months ago, the sky was always a hue of purple, pink and blue throughout the day and became a dark crimson, evil red at night.

“How have your nightmares been lately?” Jimin asked, eyes trained on the pink cloud that passed slowly over their calm bodies.

“They’ve been getting worse, I keep getting scared Yoongi will find out about it, I don’t want him to worry about me, I keep just seeing this same werewolf that I always saw near my pool house, except in my dream he turns into this boy with red eyes and he has the snarling teeth, they’re not fangs, they’re just like the teeth of a wolf but he’s so angry and out of control and he charges toward me and just attacks me, it’s so scary,” Y/n was mumbling, a shiver raking through her body as she remembered the saliva coated teeth that were bloody and on full show as they charged towards her.

“Why do you keep dreaming about it, I mean from what you told me it was clearly after you, it wanted you because it would sit there and watch you, what do you think it wants?” Jimin was now turning his up to look at Y/N’s face, despite only being able to see the underside of her chin and jaw.

“Clearly it wants me Jimin, but someone else is causing these nightmares and I want to know who it is,”

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sparkwhorunswithwolves · 4 years

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Talking about having no shame, editing out the scenes that contradict your delusional Fanon bullshit AND giving weight to characters’ words and actions in accordance not with the plot, but with your own biased agenda https://princeescaluswords.tumblr.com/post/625072293073321984/one-of-fandoms-oldest-lies-has-to-be-stiles#notes “As early as Pack Mentality (1x03), Scott is beginning to listen to Derek and seek his advice, while Stiles tries his best to stop Scott from doing so” Stiles trusted Derek before Scott. It’s literally canon *shrugs* In fact, Stiles trusted Derek until Scott McWhinyCall told him not to. Meanwhile, Scott lied to Stiles and fabricated evidence to frame Derek for Laura’s murder just because “There’s no way I’m not playing!” “Stiles outright fights with Scott to stop him from working with, let alone trusting, Derek” That’s literally never happens in the actual show. When Scott threw Derek under the bus and framed him for murder just because he wanted to be few to play lacrosse and stalk Allison, Stiles was mad and offended on Derek’s behalf. “Stiles pleads with Scott (while concealing information that could lead to Derek’s death) to let Derek die in Formality” Except that Stiles didn’t conceal any information that could lead to Derek’s death in canon (unlike Scott.) He simply said that he THOUGHT Derek took Scott’s phone while they were fighting. Which is a brilliant and correct assumption/intuition, but an assumption and intuition nonetheless. (I do find it telling that Stiles believes Derek to be just as cunning as he would be though.) What @/princeescaluswords conveniently edited out was the part in which Scott replies to Stiles and explicitly says that the only reason he won’t let Derek die by the hands of the Argents is because he needs Derek’s help to protect Allison: SCOTT: Call it again! STILES: It's not here. Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one? SCOTT: I can't afford a new one! And I can't do this alone! We have to find Derek! STILES: Well, "A", you're not alone. You have me. And "B", didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead. SCOTT: Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha. They're not gonna kill him. STILES: All right, so then just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter. Problem solved. SCOTT: Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek! I can't protect her on my own! Which means we either find Derek first - just - just help me! “How many times have they said ‘Scott hated Derek’ or ‘Scott was obsessed with Allison.’ We absolutely know that neither is true” Scott hated Derek and was creepily and unhealthily obsessed with Allison in canon. In fact, Scott hated Derek so much that he told him the hunters had a valid reason to slaughter his pack and family (including humans and children), and he’s so obsessed with Allison that his worst fear was Allison having sex with his rival, Jackson. Or did you miss Scott hallucinating Allison and Jackson having sex TWICE as well, Pew? “If Scott’s sole motivation was his obsession with Allison, why didn’t he sit out the Hale/Argent war like Allison asked him to or sold Derek out to Gerard?” Scott DID sell Derek and his pack out to Gerard though. That’s literally the entire plot of Teen Wolf Season 2. “as season after season passed, Stiles’ focus was on Scott or Malia or Lydia and not Derek” Lmfao wishful thinking much, Pew? Scott was never Stiles’ focus nor Stiles’ main priority. Which is also the source of Scott Stans’ butthurt (oops)

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Short version: both relationships started with little to no trust, Scott was mostly "forced" to trust Derek as the only source of information, and considering that Lydia had even less agency than Scott, the fact that Derek's more pissed at her than Scott in 3a is fucking bullshit.

Scott trusts Derek. When he has no other option. As soon as he has other options, he immediately questions everything Derek does, the betas, Lydia. (which I'm not saying is wrong it's just fact.) Hell, I'm pretty sure, however "forced to do it" it was, Scott deliberately keeping very important information from Derek that got him violated is maybe not the relationship you want to argue about trust with.

That entire relationship is built on mistrust, threats and spite. But sure, *spongebob meme* Scott trusted him first.

Meanwhile, Derek chose Stiles house, you know, where the sheriff lives? to hide in. Meanwhile Stiles had no reason to believe that Scott was coming for them and still chose to go back for Derek and risk drowning both of them. (also: "I'm totally down to get my ass kicked by an alpha pack" vs the alley thing, Boyd's death, the anchor scene.)

Scott and Derek's entire relationship is built on werewolf drama and being forced to work together because of a mutual enemy/it's the right thing to do, but, correct me if I'm wrong, they never really went past friendly/allies.

While Stiles and Derek's goes from mutual snark and lifesaving to an actual friendship. Until all my faves got yeeted off the show but—

As for the summer, tangentially related to the Stiles' life outside of Scott ask, because it's none of his business? Scott has made it absolutely clear that Derek isn't his alpha and he doesn't care.

Also, because of perspective. At the end of s2, Scott and Derek's relationship was pretty much done with, until it's swept under the rug in 3a for? Reasons? And it has no impact on Scott who Stiles spends his time with. Donovan had nothing to do with Scott.

But Scott's lies of omission always, always, affect other people. Allison and werewolves, Victoria, Derek and Gerard, Kira's fox in s5.

It's not that neither of them lies, or that both of them weren't responsible for Lydia, Malia, I think there was another one, but when only one of them keeps a secret, Stiles' tends to be to keep him or his safe from perceived threats, while Scott's more often than not are to keep important information from his people.

Allison is— annoying and complicated and just so unnecessarily werewolves made him do it.

The "not a stalker" tattoo was all Scott, his insistence to spend time with Allison/play lacrosse is partially trauma based, but still his decision. Listening in on her conversations is creepy and he has no right to be upset about it. And then it gets complicated and uncomfortable.

Because most of his creepy stalker shit was triggered by werewolves/wolfsbane/magic fuckery, but no matter who was behind it/how much control they had, they always chose Allison.

It always painted Allison very firmly as the victim, and victimized Scott because "it wasn't really him". But with the above, and tw's general consent issues, it becomes hard to tell where exactly that line was, how much of it was put in his head, or how much it just enhanced it/lowered his "this is wrong don't do it".

We just don't know how much of that was first love drama/trauma response, and how far he got influenced by magical fuckery.

#teen wolf #anti scott mccall #anti scallison #I just woke up I hope this is coherent #If anyone has any good faith thoughts about Scallison and where that line is come talk to me #submission

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voidedfae · 4 years

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↘[ charlie hunnam, cis male, he/him, 99 ] Whenever I hear MY MISTAKE by GABRIELLE APLIN it always makes me think of ARLO NICHOLS. They have been so DISCIPLINED & HONOURABLE, but occasionally they have gotten a little bit QUIRKY & INDULGENT during their THIRTY FIVE YEARS on The Salvation. Back before everything went to shit, they were an MAILMAN, a strangely fitting job for a WEREWOLF. A DOMINANT, they never tried to hide that they were BISEXUAL, and they have always been really into HAIR PULLING & TYING UP. OVERSIZED HOODIES, BLOOD SOAKED CLOTHES, EYES LIKE DAGGERS & BRUISED KNEES are pretty much their calling card, and that fits perfectly with their role as a SPONSOR on the ship, where they are a SCOUT.

PINTEREST BOARD !

NAME. arlo nichols. AGE. ninety nine. SPECIES. werewolf. GENDER. cis male. PRONOUNS. he/him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. biromantic. PLACE OF BIRTH. boston, ma. DATE OF BIRTH. september 05.

ZODIAC. virgo. POSITIVE TRAITS. disciplined, honourable & trustworthy. NEGATIVE TRAITS. quirky, indulgent & irresponsible. LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, italian, swedish.

ABILITIES. superhuman strength, superhuman speed, superhuman durability, superhuman agility, heightened senses, enhanced empathy, memory transference, pain transference, accelerated healing.

WEAKNESSES. silver, wolfsbane, mountain ash, intense pain, broken neck, decapitation, dismemberment, lunar cycle, magic.

HEIGHT. 6′4. EYE COLOR. green. HAIR COLOR. blond. TATTOOS. can be found on the pinterest board ! - he has the anchor tattooed on the inside of his right wrist.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. a large bite mark on the back of his left thigh, small scars littered across his forehead and nose, a birthmark shaped like a daisy on the inside of his right forearm.

QUICK INFO.

triggers ; animal attack,

arlo nichols was born to marisol and spencer nichols, a rather well off couple who had deemed themselves worthy of starting a family at the ripe age of nineteen and twenty. arlo would be their first child and they would go on to have three more boys and then two girls over the course of seven years. their journey was not an easy one, but they were blessed with children who cared and listened and acted the way they asked. the nichols family were like royalty in boston. everybody knew who they were and looked up to them. they seemed like the perfect family.

fast forward sixteen years and arlo is living his best life. he’s top of all his classes, on the track team, participates in every extra-curricular activity he can without bringing his average down. his life is good and he adores every moment he gets to spend on this earth. he runs every morning and every night and one night, he’s attacked. he didn’t see by what or by who, but he imagined it to be an animal of some description. a wolf, perhaps, from the scale of the bite on his leg. it looks huge and he can’t imagine anything smaller than a wolf doing it, though he’s sure it would have to be a pretty fucking big wolf to leave a bite that large. nothing seems to happen over the next few days and he isn’t in a lot of pain from it, so he just continues on as if nothing happened. the full moon comes and arlo experiences the worst pain he has ever felt whilst out on a run. he doesn’t remember much, except that he wakes up in the woods, naked and cold and alone.

he will not find out until the next month what is happening to him. he is a werewolf, left to turn alone and cope by himself. the alpha that bit him was killed a few days later, though arlo is unsure of his intentions to come and find him and tell him how to control himself. a pack, something that arlo longs for but can never seem to find. he chases after it for years, never once letting his family even have an inkling of a suggestion of what had become of him. it takes him a while before he realises that he is an omega, alone and capable and free. being alone is something that arlo is surprisingly okay with, even with being a part of such a large family. he grew up surrounded by people, but he preferred to be by himself and live as one.

he takes a job as a mailman as he grows older, finding it far easier than anything else to get his true business into fruition. there is a system in place, he posts the drugs and people leave the money for him on their doorstep, under the mat, under fake rocks, settled into their post box. the system is good because it works and arlo is trusted, smart, dedicated. he has a good head on his shoulders and he has the potential to start a business, a legitimate one, at that. but where would the fun have been in that? going legitimate was for boring people, humans, at that. arlo was far more content with dealing drugs and selling guns and weapons to the people that needed them. of course, that would eventually come back to bite him.

it takes him a while, but he finally realises he does not want to be alone, but life had simply shown him that path. by the time he met his soon to be husband, he was convinced that he had signed his own fate to be alone forever and he would never find love. life had a path for him and coyne was the end goal, it had seemed. there was nobody like him. there was nothing like loving him. he was his everything and when he wasn’t around, arlo missed him so dearly. when they found themselves married, arlo vowed to never leave his side. and, he was proud to say, he never broke that promise.

no, coyne was the one to break that promise. arlo had bared his heart and soul to coyne, telling him things that nobody had ever known about him and he had left him. arlo had refused to sign the papers and then, of course, the awakening took place. not a day had gone by that he did not think of coyne and hope he was still alive somehow, recovering, saving himself. the plain band was now worn around his neck on a simple gold chain, close to his heart.

#eodintro #( arlo nichols / about. )#this sucks im sorry

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in-the-illusion · 4 years

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Part two of : The anchor-Mercy

KlausxOC fanfiction

Warnings : hurt/comfort, rated T just in case ( the link of part one is added)

Unfamiliar but still comfortable and peaceful in away he never managed to feel in the thousand years he lived on this earth.

A beautiful smell coming from the candles she placed on the table beside him, the fireplace made did its role perfectly and the temperature for him was more than fine. He felt her all the night , placing that towel over his forehead and chest. The sound of music she chose mixed with the sound of hummingbird in her chest called heart..

It was heaven. Or maybe just an illusion of it

He never thought of something like that, he never felt that he deserved such kind of care. And again he started to question

*Why*

-“ Who are you ?! “ he asked. His voice faint and weak like it came from the other side of the world.

She looked at him putting the towel away, her hands are numb and bones ached from the continuous movement she had been doing since the night fall.

-“ It is dawn already and you didn’t seem like you have slept.”

This time his voice was soft, maybe it was because of the poison and maybe he just wanted to show her that side of himself.

-“ you opened your eyes seconds ago and you have a lot of objections already ?! “ Mercy said with a smile and her eyes showed affection and concern

-“ Who are you ? Why are you helping a monster ?! “

He tried to get up , she placed her hand gently on his chest getting him back to the rest mode and the strangest thing was that he obeyed. He didn’t fight her actions and for once he gave up the * Alpha Male * role

-“ My dearest king , I am afraid to tell you that all monsters are just humans. I have my own eyes and my own heart, to be telling the truth I don’t care about what you see in the mirror and I don’t care about what people say.

I do what I am good at and I will keep doing it no matter what.At this particular moment you can assume that all your sins are laying in the past.

Think of me as you wish. A slave , a stupid girl or even a monster in a suit of saint..”

Mercy talked about herself with a cracked and broken tone, he could feel how much she hated herself and how many times she had been fails - by those called lovers- so that she reached that stage.

The way she called him king and the way she called herself a slave. Every detail in that place left him a headache caused by overthinking and yet he wasn’t able to define a clear thought or feeling that he might take an action upon it.

-“ All monsters are humans..” he whispered and repeated softly after her and then he made clear and deep eye connection with her

-“ What’s your name? “

he needed to know. For him she felt like an outstanding artwork that he never dreamt of having it. She has something more than a pretty face, she has a tortured - shattered- broken soul and she did a great work gathering its pieces up to be whatever creature kneeling beside him.

-“Mercy..”

she broke the eye connection with him. Her voice is vivid like she was ashamed of herself, like the name was too great to be hers. She never felt enough and she never believed the goodness in her and it was a normal thing since she only got the blames no matter how hard she tried to do the right thing.

On seeing her name, the gaze he gave her betrayed no emotion and he kept his deep looks at her for couple of minutes until her voice broke the wall of his amazement.

-“ By the night fall I promise everything will be better..”

Again, the soft - broken - tone in her voice was like a dagger going deeper in his heart every time she talked , a dagger he has no intent to take it out anytime sooner.

-“ Your heart..” his phrase stopped her and then she cut his words

-“ I am sorry ! I know it is too loud for you and as you are sick all your highlights senses are becoming very painful at particular moment, but I really have no choice. I promise, by the night fall I will fix all things up..”

With a desolation tone she had in her voice for being herself, he decided to cut the carp for good and to follow his heart for one - maybe last- time.

-“ Why is it like that ?! If you aren’t afraid of me, then why?

Sometimes there is a beat missing , normal hearts don’t do that..”

he showed concern as well and it was one of his ways to love and to pay back.

-“ I have a small problem, for now it is not dangerous. But in the long run we don’t know what surprises life is hiding for us. At night it will temporarily fixed and I will be able to give you my blood with my safety concerned.”

Mercy reassured him and she was going to continue her path to the kitchen thinking that he got enough of this controversial talk.

-“ I am a thousand years old hybrid. I have a sense of control”

He objected again. He only needed to show her that he meant no harm, that he is worthy of the trust she gave him.

She knelt down beside him again, looking at him in such deep and fathomless way that he felt electricity going through his own heart.

-“ I see the manners you showed me. You didn’t hurt me and I trust you. Stop thinking, it is just I did what I needed to do. If there is a price , I will be the one paying it. There are things in my life that you don’t need to know, it will only cause you to suffer and you are already suffering enough. You can think of this as fate , coincidence or just a simple choice. I am going to be fine..

For now, what about me telling you a story?! You need to get your mind off the pain so you can get back to sleep..”

She offered kindly, her handed hanged in the air for a moment before she gathered her courage and placed it on his hair stroking it softly. A moan skipped his lips announcing how much he loved her touch..

-“ Your hands are so cold…” he mumbled. On feeling her hands making its way to his neck massaging and placing it on her knee, he closed his eyes surrendering to her touch.

-“ I will tell you a story of the Dark paradise: where monsters reach there safe heaven. “

He cut her again with another objection of his that started to be such an annoying thing.

-“ There is no such a thing , love. It is just your imagination.”

He smiles for the first time and god only knows how much she loved his smile. She would just refuse to say that out loud..

-“ Once upon time , in era that you have never lived in and a place that vanished before you were born. There was a man who was born sick, a black sheep as they always said.

He had no choice becoming a monster and he never liked it.

His days passed while he was asking for forgiveness, while he was searching for away to take his life with his own hands. The game of life was just a sarcastic thing, in order to find a proper way of death he learned how to survive and live.

Adapting to what he was led him to the darkest core of himself, but whatever remained human was still buried inside of him. That was when he found love, when he knew that he needs to come back to the person he once was.

She was so pure and innocent , yet she wasn’t normal like she seemed to be.

She was his salvation and only thing required for them to be together was just his true and honest well to seek forgiveness for whatever sins he had done.

The power of love purificate the soul and they were so deeply involved in that miracle called love..

This time he was going to live, he died once and she was going to fix the error happened back then.

It required a holly wooden stick , long enough to held their hearts on it at the same time. Being on the promised land, praying for the last time and dying together. Where blood was mixed together , the wound is replaced upon the wound, hands refusing to let go of each other and eyes looking with mixed emotions..

That was the way for them to get salvation, to find their path to the truly after life, to the paradise where there is no goodbye, where he is an angel with dark wings and not called a monster anymore..”

Mercy’s tears started to fall at the last part , but Klaus was deeply asleep since he heard his warm voice whispering like that spreading please and joy to his tortured soul.

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The sun placed one of its rays on his eyes causing him discomfort which led him to wake up. For the first time - since he got there, three days ago- something wasn’t normal.

The perfection he felt was no gone even everything was in its place , except one thing!! She wasn’t there!!

No matter how hard he tried he wasn’t able to hear her hummingbird heart anymore and again the fear of lose took the control over him.

-“Gahhh..” he screamed loudly as he got himself in his feet. His wounds hurt and burned him like hell.

-“Mercy..” he yelled with her name as a groan of pain

Taking few - painful- steps in order to make it up stairs, he got closer and all his dark thoughts were scaring the hell out of him.

His wounds started to bleed again, before he managed to collapse he heard the door gets open and finally she was in.

-“ Where the hell did you go ?! “ he screamed all of his pain and anger - he never felt before- out.

She reached out to him quickly, holding his hand tightly and letting the weight of his body to be lent on her.

Those looks in her eyes left him speechless. His anger was vanishing away like he has no choice on keeping it.

Angst, fear, concern and affection that was honest and true emotions she showed him in every action and every look.

-“ Hey, Hey!! Easy , My king. It is too early for you to get up. I needed to get things done so you can feed, I needed shopping as well. It is a remote place as you see and it took me time. I am sorry, I should have told you.

You were just sleeping peacefully and I didn’t want to get you up so you would face this horrible pain alone, I didn’t think you would wake before I come and I didn’t know you were going to worry. May I ask for forgiveness?! “

She soothed him down.Holding his hands tightly like no one on this earth did before, not his mother, not one of his siblings and none of his lovers.

He looked at her with tears in his eyes wondering to himself what kind of magic such a young and normal girl like her has to make him fall for her that quick ?!

-“ Mercy..” he called in agony like he wasn’t able to recover from the pain left in his heart on the thought of losing her, losing his Dark paradise.

Slowly she helped him to see on the one of the stairs,rubbing

his face softly with her soft hand.

-“ Everything is fine now. You can get all blood you need..”

She whispered to closed eyes hybrid, offering him her wrist.

Looking at her with hesitation, unconcern but at the same time with lust. He didn’t wish for her body nor her blood , he just wanted a bond with her..to make sure that he is capable of control and he won’t hurt her.

His demons for the first time in centuries were silent and his true self started to talk up , telling him what he truly wanted to get. He needed unbreakable bond with some innocent soul that would believe in him..

He needed the love which would purify him and leads him to the promise land she talked about it. He wasn’t able to fight his urge anymore..

Her hands on his neck, getting him closer to her wrist. Grabbing his shirt tightly and hugging him while he did it.

It hurts, she won’t lie. But every salvation is started by pain and when it was coming to the end , she can admit to herself that - at some point or another- she liked it.

Now it was over and he was hugging her back as well, with his chin resting on her shoulders and his hands surrounding her waist..

-“ I got your phone a charger. You will need to call your siblings for help..” she thought that tired whisper of her will break the moment, but it only caused him to lock and engulf her deeply in his arms..

-“ It tastes different, I mean your blood. No matter how much this is going to cost me , but I need to know the truth you are hiding deep down. The truth you are going to whip yourself over and over by it because you have a stupid-wrong- thought about what you truly deserve.

I trust you, you will never hurt me. Tell me, what is your secret. “

He was pushing her on the edge with his sweat talk and he was so good at it, so good that she admitted it.

-“ I chose to become your anchor, you are my chosen for now and for good.”

#the originals x reader #klaus mikaelson #supernatural #klaus!father x daughter!reader #klaus x oc #supernatural imagine #dean winchester #the originals fluff #the originals angst #supernatural fandom #tvd one shots #tvd imagine #tvd fanfiction #klaus mikealson x oc #klaus mikealson imagine

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larissaloki · 5 years

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pleasure to meet you 5: Home

here it is, the final chapter of pleasure to meet you. @fangirlfannning i hope you have enjoyed this and so sorry it took so long to write out!

any new readers you can find the other chapters on my blog under the pleasure to met you tag or on ao3 :) come scream at me you favourite parts!

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Themyscira is a beautiful place. An island in the middle of a ring of smaller rocks with clear blue crystalline waters lapping at soft white sandy beaches, and rocky cliffs that make up the edges of the island. From the view at the prow, Tony can see a massive town like settlement that goes up the side of one mountain like hill, with white buildings built into the rocks, and roads that wind down to the pier at the bottom. Around the town and even more in the outskirts, Tony can see that the island is covered in trees and greenery. He spots the occasional house peeking out of areas that look like gardens and orchards. Tony cannot wait to explore the entire island.

As the boat draws closer, Tony can see how bustling this place is; beautiful, tall women everywhere. All dressed in elegant and beautiful linen clothes as they go about their days; hauling fish from nets and moving carts of apples and other items about the city. The steep, winding hill seeming to not hinder them in the least. Horses are led to a water trough to rest and eat while their owners go about their business.

As they pull up to the pier, the crew began throwing ropes down to those waiting on the gangway to anchor the boat in place, where many of the citizens seem to pause in their work to come and greet the arrivals. Tony can hear the happy calls and shouted welcome backs before he even exits the boat, safely tucked in between Rhodey and Pepper. Diana and her mother are just in-front, waving and calling out to friends as they go. As they walk Tony notices just how friendly everyone is as food and water are exchanged for gifts that those on the boat had brought back for their friends.

“Amazing…Pep look at this place…”

Murmuring to his friends, Tony can’t help it as he looks this way and that as their lead to a group of awaiting horses, his eyes trying to take in everything that’s around them.

“It’s certainly beautiful Tony, oh my god look at that fountain!”

Excitedly, Pepper looks at a large circular fountain that she spots further back, the marble fountain had been sculpted to look like massive mythical creatures surrounding the bottom, with a mermaid like centrepiece holding a vase which water flows from.

“Anthony, please allow me to help you up?”

Turning around confused, Tony notices that they are besides the horses, Diana is standing near him looking amused at his wandering gaze and thoughts. In front of them is a beautiful chestnut brown horse with black stocking like markings on its legs and a small black blob on its nose.

Gulping, Tony looks up at the tall creature, his head barely skimming the horse’s shoulder.

“Er, I’ve never actually ridden a horse before…”

Smiling warmly, though her eyes glint with a bit of mischievousness, Diana offers Tony her hand.

“Would you like to ride with me? I promise to not let you fall Pretty Omega,”

Flashing her fangs at him when she grins at him as his face pinks at the nickname, her words coming out in a low soothing purr that has Tony wanting to cling to her, a bolt of arousal shooting through him when he sees her alpha fangs. Lately, as he has gotten to know Diana, he has had many dreams of those fangs biting into his neck, forming a permanent bonding mark.

Hearing a few giggles and coos from the nearby crowd, Tony nods at Diana as he takes her hand to accept her help to get up onto the horse. Once he’s comfortably seated, Diana gracefully swings up her own leg to settle behind him; her strong arms coming around either side of him to gently take the reigns as she urges the horse to move.

Glancing over his shoulder, Tony sees Rhodey on a white and grey mottled horse looking a little nervous but manages to direct the docile creature. Pepper on the other hand seems perfectly at ease atop her sandy red/yellow horse, clicking her tongue as she trots along and following the others.

Soon their group started their long walk up the hill, allowing Tony to see all the amazing architecture that’s spread across the island, how the people have used the natural rock beds to make arches and bridges overflowing streams and waterfalls here and there. He notices many species of plants along the walk that he does not know and is pretty sure only exist here, in Themyscira. In his new home.

“This is amazing, how many species of plants do you have here? What animals are native to here? Does this island have an active or dormant volcano or not?”

Questions just spill from Tony’s tongue, the small genius unable to stop the flow of his thoughts as they trot along the path. Behind him, Tony can feel Diana laugh lightly at his curiosity at the island around him. Delighted by it in-fact.

“Patience sweet one, I shall show you the entire island and what she has to offer soon enough, now please sit still omega”

Pausing, Tony listens to that last bit that was purred quietly into his ear, Diana’s breath tickling his ear and the hairs on the back of his neck. His face heating a little bit at how intimately the words were spoken.

Shivering as a curl of heat coils in his belly, trying not to squirm as he feels slick start to form a bit, now more aware of how much of their bodies are pressed together, Tony tries to stay still for the rest of the journey to the top. At the top of the hill, is Diana’s home which she shares with her family. Where Tony could possibly be living full time in the future but is staying for now as a guest.

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Tony adored life in Themyscira, he was quick to somehow win the hearts of the locals of the island, many spoiling him when he ventures through town. Many people stop him just to chat or to tell him many hilarious stories of his alpha’s youth; stories which he greatly enjoys and listens to with rapt attention.

Over the course of the weeks Tony has spent there, Diana spent every waking moment she could, showing Tony around the island. Showing him all her secret hideaways, the natural pools within the cliffs, teaching him the many plant types and animals that live on and around the island. Tony’s favourite part of the island is the artifact tower, that houses all the powerful relics on the island. Where Diana’s own outfit, lasso and the god killer sword had come from.

The scientist within Tony had wanted to work out how each and every item worked, the lasso of truth had deeply intrigued him. Was it some scent rubbed into the lasso that made the person held within it become truthful? How could it discern what was truth and what was lies?

So many questions and yet most of answers was, magic or science yet still beyond Tony’s realm of understanding.

Of course, that only made the Omega more determined to learn more.

One of Tony’s favourite lessons though, was when the warriors started to teach the new trio their ways of fighting. The first day, Tony, Pepper and Rhodey had watched instead of taking part, letting them get a feel of how the training sessions would go.

Safe to say the trio had been deeply impressed.

“Tones…”

“y-yeah Honey Bear?”

“They shot that arrow…from what should have been an impossible distance…”

“yup”

Dumbly, Tony and Rhodey stared with their mouths falling open just a bit. So many were moving at the same time it was hard for them to keep track who was where. The moves were fast, without hesitation, and yet done with so much grace that they shouldn’t be possible. These warriors made fighting seem like art.

“Did you two see that horse manoeuvre?”

Meanwhile, Pepper had her attention caught by an Alpha atop a horse, the alpha has dark brown skin, dark hair done in long dreadlocks and pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of the way. A long bow rests in her hands that she aims with deadly accuracy, no matter how fast the horse is going,

As she watches, Pepper could feel her heart begin to race and her palms become clammy. The alpha notices Pepper watching and winks at her without breaking her stride or concentration, her aim still true despite her momentary distraction.

Pepper felt her face heat up as she swallows thickly, unable to look away as her eyes lock with the alpha’s. Even when the alpha finally looks away, Pepper’s gaze is still locked on her. Besides her, Tony and Rhodey are watching her with bemused looks.

“You ok there Pep?” Tony grins at her, eyes glancing between Pepper and the Alpha she is watching.

Rhodey takes a more direct approach. “Why don’t you go and say hello?”

Head snapping around to face him, Pepper’s face gets a little bit redder as she fidgets. Something Tony has rarely (if ever), seen her do.

“What if she doesn’t like me? I mean, she could already have a mate…”

“Come on Pep,” Tony cajoles her, his tone soft and quiet as he tries to soothe her, “she may be single and free. Where’s my fearless and chance taking friend who would not hesitate to ask? Hmm?”

Biting her lip gently, Pepper glances back out at the Women training, her gaze practically zeroing in on the alpha she has been watching. The alpha appears to now be done with training and is leading her horse away from the others and towards a trough. Pepper catches the alpha glancing over at her a few times, a daring smile curling her lips when their eyes connect.

There can be no doubt that this alpha has interest in Pepper.

“Ok. I’m going over,” nodding to herself as if it will install some confidence in herself, Pepper pulls herself up, quickly patting of any grass before making her way over. Ignoring the shouts of encouragement from Rhodey and Tony.

Sighing in contentment, Tony leans back on his elbows as he continues to watch the others, trying to commit some of the moves to memory. Besides him, Rhodey is doing the same, he even seems to be taking some notes in a leather-bound notebook Tony gave him last Christmas.

“Say Rhodes, think you’ll find someone here?”

Looking up from his notes, Rhodey scoffs lightly at that.

“Possibly? I mean, I’m not exactly looking actively but I’m not against the idea?” he chuckles lightly to himself, “I’m just glad that you seem to really like this place Tones. And that the locals seem to like you in return”

Going back to his notebook, Rhodey pauses for a second as he deliberates on something.

“That is until you make something blow up that is, or they could surprise us and love you all the more for it. Seems like the type of place to find joy in experimental explosions” Rhodey grins at Tony teasingly as he resumes writing.

Laughing lightly at the friendly jab, Tony sees Diana come away from the others, smiling warmly in his direction as she walks over.

Since boarding the ship, Diana has done nothing but be friendly and kind towards Tony. Perhaps even seems to be subtly wooing him in round about way. Teaching him and expanding his freedom rather than restricting it. Not once has she assumed anything nor expected anything in return, she respects his space and boundaries and that more than anything, has won his heart and endeared her to him.

Stopping just a few feet away from them, Diana holds out a hand to Tony, a cheeky smile growing on her face.

“Want to learn a few wrestling moves?”

Taking her hand eagerly, matching her grin with one of his own, eyes alight with mischievous delight, “Absolutely,”

#pleasure to meet you #pleasure to meet you 5 #Alpha Diana #omega tony stark #omega tony #diana/tony #sweet ending #marvel #dc #crossover au

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slothgiirl · 5 years

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Crushed Little Stars (a sceo fic)

Sceo Secret Santa 2018 for @princeescaluswords

went with prompt #1. hope you like how it came out :) and happy holidays!

ao3

Theo already knows what he's supposed to say next as Scott tells him, trusts him with the newest development in his pack, soon to be his pack. This dumb caring boy with all the power at the tips of his hand, the line of his broad shoulders loosening as he confides in Theo.

I came to find a pack not watch one fall apart.

It's not hard to figure out what to say. People are predictable. Yet Theo can't bring himself to utter those words as they walk across campus, sun shining like teenagers aren't being turned into-failures.

He's been curious to find out how Scott will react when he loses everything. In those last moments, will he turn around and cling to life, not caring who he hurts in order to survive-in order to live, or will he accept his death, eyes heavy when he realizes the depth of his incompetence?

Stiles, his best friend, has warned him a thousand times over, and yet Scott's all too willing to trust Theo off the memories they'd had in fourth grade.

Scott has it coming. It's not his fault for not catching on, Theo thinks. He’s supposed to be the alpha. If he can’t protect his pack from Theo then he doesn’t deserve to be an alpha. He doesn’t deserve to have a pack.

And Stiles, who's supposed to be the smart one, who is as smart and clever as Theo knew he would be, all the intelligence turned against him. The more he goes around insisting that Theo is lying, the more the pack grows to ignore him. That’s some fucking poetic shit if Theo ever knew it.

Scott looks at him, waiting for his response. Lies spoken with just the right amount of care and sincerity to hurt. To dig into all the doubt that must be swirling in Scott's head as things spiral further out of control. The pack on the edge of collapse. It takes practice to lie as well as he can, his heart beat steady. It's all in the small micro expressions, a certain openness in the eyes.

The hardest part was killing the urge to smirk when he lied, right after he said all the right things and knew he had them, when he knew he had what he wanted, self satisfaction running high. It had given him away as a child, too eager and no patience, they’d always known when he'd gone out no matter what he said or did.

Later Theo had learned to be careful, that covering your tracks was just as important as knowing how to lie, cameras didn't lie after all. So he'd spent hours in front of the mirror, suppressing any ticks, any lingering smirk at the edges of his lips-

“They're your pack Scott,” he says instead, his lying tongue at a loss on how to comfort the other boy, how could he when the boy known as Theo Raeken is just claws and fangs dripping with blood, “your bond is stronger than this.”

It's stupid and cheesy and does nothing to comfort Scott.

But it doesn't hurt him.

He isn't just the first chimera, he's also the only chimera that's lived this long he might as well be a success.

Theo isn’t sure when lying about wanting to join the pack becomes true. They say the best lies are close to home and Theo’s never outright lied. It’s easier when dealing with supernatural creatures who can hear every beat of your heart, smell the stress when you should be sad.

His partnership with the Dread Doctors has always been tenuous, that of need and sheer familiarity. His lack of say in anything hounding at his thoughts, bitterness flooding into his throat as he bit back his sharp tongue before they decided he was more use to them dead and dissected than alive. Theo thinks to himself, biding his time, it won’t always be like this, groveling in the dirt for a scrape of power. All he needs is a chance.

Red alpha eyes and sharp claws.

But as the Surgeon rebukes him, after all the trouble he’s gone through for them, all the errands and dead bodies, Theo realizes this is less a bone they’re throwing him than a simple distraction so he doesn’t get in the way.

His claws sink into his palms and he takes a deep breath, not wanting to risk getting thrown against the wall again, he backs down. Theo has never lacked a healthy dose of self preservation and now is not the time to make a wrong move.

He’s been playing both sides to his own advantage, but the time is coming for him to figure out what he wants, what will keep him alive before the same edge of the blade he’s been dancing on slits his throat the same way scalpels have cut through his muscles and tendons over and over again over the years until he didn’t even flinch from the bittersweet sting, scent of metallic tang heavy in the air.

Theo’s hands are slick with sweat, dampening the pages as he reads. Everyone lapses into silence, even Stiles who can’t even sit still, fingers tapping against his knees in class.

With everyone on edge, his own nervousness goes unnoticed, or maybe he's been playing his part that well.

No, he thinks, if he’d played his part perfectly Stiles wouldn’t have suspected a thing. Everything was much simpler when he was following orders, acting within the margins of what the Dread Doctors set, even if their crackling clicks a poor substitution for a wolf’s howl, calling him to them, a mockery of what a werewolf really is.

They made him into a perfect copy, but a copy nonetheless.

His eyes skim over the same sentence once more and he has to force himself to turn the page every now and then. Theo’s supposed to be reading, but his eyes keep flickering to Scott’s broad shoulders, hand on his chin as he delves into his own copy of the book, jaw clenched.

Kira winces, the kitsune in her unable to read, and Theo almost sighs in relief when Scott breaks the silence.

“Anyone feeling anything yet?” Scott glances around everyone, his face lined with wariness after having spent all day reading but hopeful as he looks at his friends, at his pack.

He looks at Theo the same way, like he’s already pack despite Stiles’ reluctance.

It’s all Theo can do to keep from blurting everything out here and now, words tumbling out of his mouth like a man confessing on his deathbed. Scott will never look a him the same way again, with trust and warmth and the casual way Scott would lean into him as the walked, when they sat next to each other on the couch, warmth spreading throughout Theo’s chest at the contact.

His name would be said with the same resigned disdain as Peter Hale’s was spoken within the McCall pack.

Theo was a boy hanging on by a thread and he wasn’t sure what more he could stand to lose. He’d once thought that there wasn’t anything more left, that he was as hollowed out as the taxidermied specimens freak shows had used to convince audiences of hybrid animals, or mermaids and other oddities. Funny how no matter what happened, Theo could always dig himself in deeper.

There was always something left to lose.

An untouched childhood, his life cut through before Tara and after Tara.

He couldn’t lose Scott. He couldn’t lose his nerve or he would lose Scott.

Scott was never his to lose.

“Tired,” Kira muttered.

Lydia’s lips pursed up in complaint, “hungry.”

“Think he meant the book,” Theo easily says, keeping up appearances. He needs to find a way to corner Scott-to kill-to tell Scott everything.

Scott who took him in without any doubt, stupid, and became an alpha out of the sheer force of his will and righteousness like something out of a fairytale, when the ugly frog turns out to have been a prince all along.

He wants to believe that Scott will forgive him, will still want Theo around after he-but Theo knows better. Trust, once broken, can’t be fixed. They’ll always think of him as a murderer, as a monster, even if he spends the rest of his life atoning for all the blood his hands have spilled.

Theo doesn’t go sleep at the cozy house he’s made up for himself like the real boy that he pretends to be for the pack, for Scott. Instead, he drives to the edge of the preserve, the only teenager in Beacon Hills with nothing to fear from the latest thing to go bump in the night and runs, runs himself ragged, senses tightened at full shift and thoughts streamlined in alignment with his baser instincts.

Maybe he could just stay like this forever.

Forget Theo the boy, Theo the chimera, Theo who could be Scott McCall’s. . .friend. Forget Theo.

A werewolf is defined as a man who changes for periods of time into a wolf. Nothing was stopping him from taking that to its logical end and losing himself in the animal. It would be easy and no one would look for him.

That wasn’t true.

His body slumped to the ground, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted, the early morning sun painting the leaves red and orange with a fiery glow. The Pathologist would find him easily enough, and there would be nothing keeping the biologist from stuffing him into a jar like all the other specimens who didn’t cooperate ended up in.

There was nothing he could do but hope that Scott really was as good as everyone said, that Theo was wrong about people. That they could be good to their core, that they couldn’t be broken.

Cornering Scott when the whole pack is on high alert waiting for the shoe to drop after reading the book proves harder than it should. It’s annoying because they’re always making stupid mistakes, leaving Liam unchained even without an anchor, trusting Malia to keep her penchant for violence in check, relying on Lydia to the point of weakness with no alternative, and now that Theo needs them to mess up and let Scott out of their sights they’ve decided to take things seriously.

Even teetering on the edge, Kira shadows Scott, the two friends looking out for each other. And Stiles is going wall eyed from keeping one eye on Malia and another of him, gaze burning into his back like Stiles is imagining stabbing him over and over again.

He’d make a good Dread Doctor. Clever, curious, and toeing the line of sadism. He could be the psychiatrist or the chemist.

Theo almost gives up, takes the cowards way out and figures he tried. Half heartedly, but he tried, when for the first time in his pathetic excuse for a life opportunity appears.

His senses keyed to Scott the way a compass always points true north, the panic and distress wash over him faint as they are from halfway across the school, already making his way to his car. Panic surges through his veins.

The Dread Doctors. Instinctual fear and knowledge borne from experience. Theo runs. His legs carry him to Scott before he can even wonder where he’s going, what his plan is.

It’s not the Dread Doctors.

His relief is short lived when he see’s Scott proper up against a desk, lips blue, wheezing as he chokes down air through his lungs, eyes unfocused. An asthma attack.

They had bonded over their shitty respiratory system once.

Theo has nothing to help Scott with, all his machinations and strength useless.

“Scott,” he whispers, crouching down next to him and shielding the boy from the students crowded at the door, “Scott look at me.” His hand reaches for Scott’s cheekbone before he can help himself, tilting the boys gaze towards him, but he looks right past Theo.

He must be relieving some memory he’d pushed down.

“Scott,” he tries again, “please,” voice breaking as the veins on his hand turn black, taking the alpha’s pain. It’s the only thing Theo had never mastered despite numerous sessions with he pathologist.

“I’ve got it,” Liam yells, bursting into the room, “I’ve got the inhaler.”

Still shaken and shocked, Theo silently moves out of the way, stepping back to give Liam room. After all Liam is Scott’s beta and Theo is just some the memory of a boy stitched together in hopes that he might-

He disappears into the crowd before Liam even realizes he was there.

In the end it’s Scott who comes to him, “Can we talk?” he asks subdued after his asthma attack earlier, leading them both to the empty lacrosse locker rooms.

“Are you going to be okay,” Theo says, his concern genuine for once as he watches Scott run his fingers over the inhaler. He’s not sure he could say no to Scott at this point. Which is a huge problem when Scott regularly risks his life, rushing in head first to help every person who so much as stubs a toe, and Theo is still working on not murdering the only person who might help him.

“Yeah,” Scott says, shoving the inhaler in pocket, “I think it was just a memory. A psychosomatic thing.” His voice wavers to much to be convincing.

“Scott,” Theo says carefully, leaning against the lockers and studying the ground.

“Yeah?”

He swallows, closing his eyes and savoring the last moments that Scott will look at him the same way he did when they were kids. “I-,” Theo falters, choking on the truth, glass lodged into his throat.

“It’s okay,” Scott says softly, their gazes finally meeting when Theo decides to look up. “What’s up?”

“I know about the Dread Doctors.”

Scott snorts, his brows wrinkling with confusion.

“No, I mean, Stiles was right about me. I mean, I’m-I’m not a good person Scott. I came here with them, to help them, to hurt-to kill you Scott,” Theo finally manages, confessions tumbling out of his mouth, hands shaking so hard he feels he might shatter into a million pieces. “I’ve been working against you this whole time, helping them. Hurting you and your pack. I set Donavon on Stiles, and I’ve been helping them get away with making more chimeras, more chimeras like me.”

Hurt washes over Scott’s features along with betrayal, the image ten times worse in reality then anything Theo could have conjured up in his head. Scott draws away from him, lips opened slightly as he takes it all in.

“I’m not a werewolf,” Theo manages, “I’m a chimera, the first chimera. I’m not the Theo you knew. I haven’t been that kid for a long time Scott.” His voice breaks on Scott’s name. He shouldn’t even be allowed to say it after what he’s been doing, after what he’s done. “Scott I-I’ve been helping them for a long time. Since Tara-,” he can’t finish that thought.

Theo has learned to live with the blood on his hands and the bodies buried in the dark of the night, but his sister’s slow and agonizing death is a wound that won’t heal, won’t even scar over despite the time that’s passed since he watched her call out to him, voice weaker with every moment that passed that night s long ago.

The impending silence is heavy.

Theo expected Scott to lash out, to want to hurt him the same way he’s been playing and hurting his pack, the same way he’s been sliding a knife in-between Scott’s ribs so he can take his power. He can take that, he could take any pain so long as Scott did something.

But he just stares up at Theo, broken.

“Scott,” he utters, aware of the tears burning in his eyes but he refuses to cry, “please say something. Please. Tell me to go to hell, anything, and I’ll do it.”

“Why?” Scott asks, brow heavy as he thinks, dragging his gaze away from Theo which is just so stupid after everything Theo just told him and - why did it have to be him!

“I-I-I don’t know.”

Scott rises and Theo swallows hard, ready to be hurt and rejected and sent crawling back to hide in some hole and hope that the Dread Doctors don’t find him, because if they do, he isn’t sure he’s strong enough to go against them.

Not a second time.

It’s not like they would hurt him without provocation.

“Theo,” Scott says, wrapping his arms around him, “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. You don’t have to explain everything right now if you don’t want to. You’re alive and you’re here and that’s enough. Okay Theo, it’s enough that you’re here doing the right thing despite everything. I can’t imagine how scared you must be but you’re here now, telling me the truth Theo, when you know better than anyone what they can do,” his gaze soft and steady as he looks at Theo, anchoring him to the world. It’s the closest he’s felt to okay in a long time. “I won’t let them hurt you ever again.”

Theo feels Scott’s warm breath against his neck and eases into the embrace, trembling.

“I-I don’t know why-,”

“Shhh,” Scott mummers, one of his hands running through Theo’s hair, “You were just a kid. It’s okay. We can figure everything out later. You’re going to be okay. We’re all going to be okay. Because of you.”

And somehow this stupid boy who can’t put two and two together understands without Theo having to spell anything out for him. Scott’s more observant than anyone gives him credit for.

It’s smart to downplay it, to get lost in Lydia’s genius and Stiles obsessive curiosity.

Theo closes his eyes and stops shaking.

@sceoweek2018

#theo raeken #Scott McCall #sceo #scott mccall x theo raeken #teen wolf #sceosecretsanta #sceo secret santa #mine

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bakudekuficlibrary · 6 years

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Hello, I'm looking for a bakudeku fantasy au the fantasy au thats based off "datte atashi no hero". Thank you so much for all your hard work!!!! This page is amazing, I LOVE IT!

Hi! Here are a couple where Bakugo is a Barbarian or Dragon Shifter/Tamer/Rider/King and Midoriya is a Adventurer/Traveler and/or Alchemist!!

-Ellie

2 Series. 25 Works.

Remember Me by Blue_Writer

( M | 55,462+ | 21/? )

It had been years since Bakugou was exiled from his home and became the savage dragon king, but one good thing finally came to his life when he met Izuku again. The only issue, is that he doesn’t remember him.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

The Bonds that Bind Us by DMMegsie ( M | 28,298+ | 5/? )

Travelling with his trading caravan, Izuku is on his way home when they stumble across an already heated battle in the middle of an open field in the dead of night. Being mistaken as part of attacking party, Izuku finds himself fighting off the fabled Demon King of the Mountains of Fire.

However, during the battle, Izuku breaks a necklace on the Demon King that held an unspoken promise from his mother from long ago, which changes everything.

Nothing ever as it seems, nor is it simple. As an omega of elven descent, Izuku has a lot to learn about the greater world and himself. The same could be said of the half dragon lord of the mountain.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con]

Fate Be Damned! by the_sukekiyo_vandal ( M | 39,976+ | 5/? )

The Tribe located in the Valley of Midoriya was a green paradise for all. Well, except for Deku, one of the few Omegas in the village. His life was cursed the moment his mother gave birth to him. Fate dictated that Deku lead a life of submission to inevitably become an Alpha’s possession. So-called fate be damned! Deku decides to forge his own path in life leading him to a volatile dragon king with a fiery temper and a penchant for unnecessary arguments.

[Series] Captive AU by pandoras_thomg ( E | 8,740+ | 2 Works | WIP )

Unseemly Beasts by MissLightBright ( T | 19,262+ | 9/? )

Dragons. Destructive beasts tearing through everything in their path and deadly to anyone who opposes them. Midoriya has never seen a dragon, never planned to, but now he needs the help of one. He just… didn’t want to kill one. Not if he could help it.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

How To Live With A Dragon by chancellorxofxtrash (PhoebeMurdivine) ( T | 2,324 | 1/1 )

“Come with me, then. If you can keep up with me, that is, stupid boy. I bet you will die halfway before we even get there!”They were about the same age, but the cocky voice and the challenge in the red eyes spurred the young boy of the castle to act.

(Note: The author tagged this was “ED Inspired” specifically!)

be my good luck charm by writedeku ( T | 6,785 | 1/1 )

See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. It’s not a curse that’s particularly visible. He doesn’t have horns, or a tortured face, and it’s not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.

(Or the AU in which Izuku’s the world’s unluckiest travelling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)

As You Wish by Kira_Elric ( E | 16,087+ | 9/? )

Fantasy AU based on the second popularity poll outfits. Started out as small drabbles for art on tumblr.

-Lost in his work and in need of supplies Alchemist, Izuku Midoriya, enters the Forest of Fire. It is said that any who enter never return, but Izuku is stubborn and a mere rumor isn’t about to stop him, but an unexpected encounter might end up changing his life forever.

Dragon’s Pearl by AsmodeusDenizen ( M | 14,820+ | 9/? )

Midoriya is the only one in his village, and probably kingdom, who hasn’t been born with magic. Because of this, he is shunned by all but his master Toshinori. Right up until Toshinori dies and his village is struck by a disaster that could wipe them out.

Under the Savage Dragon King by SeaSaltFreckles ( E | 3,460 | 1/1 )

Izuku was just a humble traveler until he found himself stepping into the wrong kingdom. Would this be his death? Or would this be the wises time of his life to succumb to his mutual status?

[Rape/Non-Con | Underage]

How to Fulfill a Promise That Nobody Wanted but Pretended They Did by Seatrix ( T | 14,747+ | 6/? )

Midoriya Izuku stumbled upon an unwanted discovery one day, and to fulfill a promise he’d made to a certain red-eyes tamer years ago, he embarks on a journey to find his childhood friend.

It would’ve been easy, you know, if the land wasn’t swarming with demons and if his childhood friend didn’t live in the part where the friggin Demon King took over.

Oh yeah, he’s also clumsy.

Izuku really doesn’t think he’ll survive this.

You Stink, Kacchan by swagosaki15 ( M | 2,597 | 1/1 )

Based on a fanart I saw by @crispyfrites on Instagram

Bakugou’s a barbarian, so he doesn’t take too many baths. He doesn’t have time for cleanliness and good hygeine.

Midoriya’s put up with it since he’s stuck traveling with him. But now, he can’t take it anymore.

Broccoli boi takes action!

[Work by @keithyyboy]

Wild by BloodRoseKnight ( G | 2,424 | 1/1 )

This was not what Izuku was expecting when they said the kingdom would be forming a treaty with the Dragon Clan.

The Knight of Roses by Mikalua ( G | 1,608 | 1/1 )

Bakugou was about four when he meets the green haired dork with the fluffiest hair he has ever seen, and that was the moment he realized that he was in love.Bakugou was about eight years old when he punched the idiot that spilled his crushes ice cream into the floor and stomped on it to make him cry. Standing up, he walks off with a knowing smirk, without a word as Izuku watches in silent admiration.Bakugou was about nine when Izuku throws white daisies onto his face and starts avoiding him.

Ride Me Like Your Dragon, Love Me Like Your Horde by a_genderfluid_otter ( T | 2,366+ | ½ )

“Just… Just never mind.” Katsuki moved to get up and Izuku immediately anchored a firm grip on his bicep. It wasn’t like when they were kids, when Izuku would have been hailed across the room by Katsuki without a thought. Instead, Katsuki jerked against Izuku’s hold before falling back against Izuku’s chest.“Come on.” It was a soft plea. “Talk to me.”Katsuki’s eyes darted to the side, narrowed at the bureau like it had personally offended him.“Thought you would be smart enough to recognise a damn marriage proposal when you heard it.”

(Note: This one is tagged as “Alternate Universe - 2nd Popularity Poll | 3rd Anime End”!)

Dandelion Snapdragon by SilverOrange ( T | 8,228+ | 3/? )

The story of a boy who went looking for flowers, and found a dragon instead.

Day 3: Swap/Fantasy AU – Come Fly With Me by a_genderfluid_otter ( T | 5,075 | 1/1 )

“And go where and do what?” Ochako pursed her lips slightly. “As much as I despise this town, and I do, It’s not like we’re going to be any better in another town. What do we have to offer?”

True, their formal training was limited, since both of them had stopped going to school as soon as they were old enough to help water and weed and plant. And, alright, neither of them had the training to be anything more. Ochako’s family, just like Izuku’s family, were all farmers and farming wasn’t exactly in hot demand closer to the capital.

“I think that I’d honestly rather be homeless in a large city than comfy here.” Ochako stared at Izuku like he had three heads and he shrugged. “At least things happen there. Nothing happens here.”

SeriesPart 3 of KatsuDekuWeek 2017

(Note: This one is also tagged as “Alternate Universe - 2nd Popularity Poll | 3rd Anime End”!)

[Series] Into the Dragon Lands by ChestnutPatronus14 ( T&M | 13,630+ | 2 Works | WIP )

*record scratch* *freeze frame* you’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation by Ennoshita ( T | 2,531+ | 2/? )

Katsuki’s dragon senses an intruder, but this man is… peculiar.

Dreams of Dragons by Eerei ( G | 3,448+ | 2/? )

Izuku Midoryia has dreamed of being a knight since he was a child, listening to the legends of All Might and his battles with the Northern monsters since he was born. However, countless knights have told him and his family that they are not rich enough, that they don’t have enough talent, to let Izuku become a knight. Not as easily discouraged as that, when he turns 16, Izuku sets out from his valley-town of Kilead to find a master to show him the ways of chivalry. He’s accompanied by a knight, an aspiring magician, and a runaway prince on his journey.Yet, things go wrong, and the four are lost in the Dark Forest in the middle of winter, which borders the Dragon’s Spine mountain range. The Spines are the most dangerous place in their world. With Wildings and Dragons and other monstrous creatures lurk in the dark, will the four be able to survive? Even when a handsome stranger (who rides a dragon), comes to “take them prisoner”? Wait, does Izuku know him?!_________Hello! Chapter names will change, as well as probably the name of this work. Stay tuned for it!

Catchy Title Here by acidfemme ( T | 448+ | 1/? )

Bakugou Katsuki is a human living among dragons. One day, he finds another human out of the blue. Let’s see how that goes.

(Note: The end note says “inspired by the season 3 ending, and this picture: https://baconmacandcheese.tumblr.com/post/164474003447/bakugou-spent-most-of-his-life-among-weird-dragon”.)

Imminent Nightfall by DuskEverlasting ( T | 14,580+ | 4/? )

The gods of old are fading. The hero king is dying. The once vanquished darkness is returning.Only a few can hope to stop the approaching darkness: a young man armed with a legendary sword and an ancient book with new friends gained on his travels, or the last dragon rider at war with his own demons as he tries to find his place in the world.Fate has already bound them together once before. It won’t be long before fate comes calling again.

fantasy au by hoedogg ( T | 2,987+ | 2/? )

What do you do when you and your dragon friend find a group of losers wandering the woods? Mug them, obviously.

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl ask #w:rape #w:underage #w:violence #g:au #au:rpg #kawaiibae #curator ellie

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fantasticworldoffanfics · 6 years

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DEREK/STILES

——— (part 8) ——–

Fandom: TeenWolf

Even a longer list of fanfics :)….

top favourites, more top favourites, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Whatever He Wants, Part Two

Author: GentlyWithAChainsaw, orphan_account

Summary: Stiles just adores being Derek's new omega.

Hey There Little Red...

Author: 1lostone

Summary: Stiles knew that agreeing to meet Lydia in the middle of the damn woods, in the middle of the damn night wasn't one of his best ideas. Really. He did.

Betting Body Part Series

Author: Therefore_dubious (orphan_account)

Part 1: A Bet's a Bet

Summary: Stiles loses a bet against Derek, which means he has to do everything Derek wants for 24 hours.

Part 2: A Bet’s a Bet’s a Bet

Summary: This time around Derek loses the bet.

A Ship Without a Mate

Author: sarcasmandirony

Summary: Stiles persuades Scott into checking out the old ship anchored by the docks, of which Derek is captain.

Settle Down

Author: wearing_tearing, whatthehale

Summary: Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking. Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.

Hello, Heartbreaker

Author: astoryaboutwar

Summary: It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident.

Just Act Normal

Author: zosofi

Summary: If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right.Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.

From the Wreckage

Author: SuperfluousEmi, Winchesterek

Summary: The only thing Stiles wanted was a little freedom. He wanted to be able to walk where he wanted in the forest, wanted to be able to do what he wanted when he wanted and most of all he wanted to be an adult, especially because he was one. The last thing he wanted was to feel trapped by the Argent's rules about curfew. He understood that there were werewolves and getting too close to the were-border was dangerous, but hell if he was going to let that stop him from having a little fun.Needless to say, fun was overrated and all Stiles wanted was to go home to his friends and father now.

Ain’t Nothing So Good As The Cake And Eating It

Author: sofonisba_found

Summary: Derek thinks he's doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family's concerns he remains adamant that he doesn't need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.

Patterns of Intention

Author: drunktuesdays

Summary: Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes—his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been—like Stiles had—“No,” Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. “God, no.”

Its Gotta Be A Teenage Love Story

Author: Niallerandhazzagirl89

Summary: Derek Hale is new to school, on his first day Stiles shows him around on his first day of school, they develop a fast friendship but as time goes on stiles finds him falling for his new best friend. Will the feelings be mutual?

Golden Boy

Author: trilliath

Summary: Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can't really complain about Peter's 'gifts'. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It's just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He's spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.It's enough that Derek hesitates.

Owned

Author: KattsEyeDemon, seekeronthepath

Summary: Derek raised his eyebrows as the man stumbled into the tent. Definitely not broken. “Kneel,” he ordered.

Lap Magnet

Author: Prairie_Grass

Summary: Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.orFive times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...

TOSKA

Author: DarkInsanity (Stereklenidus)

Summary: “Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness.This is what Stiles feels when he wakes up with Amnesia in a resistant camp. There are no zombies like we read in books or watch in movies. But A brute who calls himself the True Alpha and his followers have taken over Beacon Hills Dome usurping the mighty Demon Wolf.

Heathens

Author: haleinskibro

Summary: He began to drift off, eyes drooping down farther and staying closed for longer each time. He was almost asleep when he started to hear a noise, a voice saying something to faint for him to decipher. But, slowly, the voice got louder, more defined, words coming through clearer to his ears.“Wake up. It is time. Wake up.”He turned, his body trying to move up and forward toward the voice while his eyes stayed closed..“Wake up. You are safe, it is time. Wake up.”He turned again. The wolf beside him began to whine, butting its head into his hip. His eyes were moving quickly under his lids. He was straining to get up, to see something and move. He can’t.He’s on the verge of giving up despite the urgent yelling of the voice and the wet nose pressing into his hip when he hears a different voice, stronger and more powerful than the one before.“Szczęsny. Wake up.” And he did.

The Music (Howls) of the Night

Author: tumtatumtum

Summary: The Phantom of the Opera AU where Omega!Stiles plays Christine to Alpha!Derek's Phantom. Except in this version, people hit high notes for completely different reasons.

Into Something New

Author: marguerite_26

Summary: Something is happening to Stiles. He’s losing time. Something is messing with his head, with his body. Maybe if he felt better he’d think to be worried.

Worth Your Weight in Gold

Author: mourninghope (orphan_account)

Summary: Sheriff Stilinski gives his omega son Stiles to wolf Derek Hale in exchange for a sizeable dowry just after the teen's first heat.

Dangerous Liasons

Author: eeyore9990

Summary: “Stiles is in heat! Did you hear me?” Scott practically screamed, but it was too late. Somewhere in the panicked rush of Scott’s warning, Stiles had gotten to the door, yanking it open and then just standing there, letting the doorway frame him to maximum effect.

Stupid Derek Series

Author: the_diggler

Part 1: Stupid Derek

Summary: Stiles should’ve known better. Stupid werewolves with their stupid werewolf hearing. He should’ve known better than to moan Derek’s name, no matter how quietly. But stupid Derek, with his stupid face, and beard, and abs… And okay, Stiles should’ve known better than to leave his bedroom window open while getting off. Because yeah, stupid Derek with his stupid lurking ways...

Part 2: Stupid Scott

Summary: “Did he what now?” Stiles stops in his tracks. “Is that even a thing werewolves do?” “Well… sometimes?” Scott fidgets, unable to meet his eyes.“Sometimes,” Stiles echoes.“When there are… feelings… involved?” “Feelings,” Stiles echoes again, his gut sinking. “Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things?” he tries not to shriek.“It’s kind of private,” Scott shrugs. “And besides, I’m telling you now!” he adds as an afterthought. Stiles rolls his eyes and huffs, stalking off to class. Stupid Scott.

The Demands of Duty

Author: Reiya_Wakayama

Summary: With the threat of war hanging over them, Stiles and his people are caught in the middle and must chose a side before they get smashed between both and with the threat of winter and a bad harvest weighing them down, he must chose quickly.

Under a Pitch Black Sky

Author: vampireisthenewblack

Summary: Stiles is standing naked in the middle of the woods on a new moon because the pack needs to forge a union between werewolf and human.

Here Be Dragons

Author: Coragyps

Summary: Once a generation, the beast in the forest demands the sacrifice of a virgin … but not to eat.Stiles just woke up chained to a rock.

The Kings's Pet Series

Author: TheGirlWithNoIQ

Part 1: The King’s Pet

Summary: It was all over the news; Derek Hale will be the new king, and will soon pick a Pet. When Stiles Stilinski hears the announcement he can only believe that the young Hale will leave him alone, and that soon the horrible encounter years earlier won't keep him up at night anymore.Oh, how wrong he took...

Part 2: The Pet’s King

Summary: Derek's POV of the happenings of 'The King's Pet'.

Blood Moon Run

Author: soowrites

Summary: Stiles wasn't really sure why everyone insisted that he participate in the Blood Moon Run.Or the one where Stiles doesn't want to run but has to, and it ends up being a very good thing.

Fire Beneath My Skin

Author: happyevraftr

Summary: Omegaverse of sorts. Stiles is a rare find- one of the few Omega males left in the world. It’s never been a problem before, but now there’s werewolves around and he’s about to go into Heat. Chaos ensues when Derek shows up at his window unexpected.

Fighting and Fucking On The Full Moon

Author: myriadofnothing

Summary: Derek finds something interesting on the annual hunt for fresh mates.

Summer Contest

Author: kits_lightning

Summary: The moment Derek stepped into the fighting ring and faced Stiles he remembered why he was doing all of this.The omega gawked at him and barely paid attention to the other competitors Talia was mentioning and Derek smiled at the thought of having all of his attention. Stiles blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck and began to run his fingers through his hair while looking away.Derek began to wonder how far down that blush traveled when he shook his head and tried to focus on the imminent battle. He caught the last of what his mother was saying. “—have a good fight and good luck.” More clapping and the horn that signaled the beginning of the fight sounded.

Silver Bullet

Author: nothing_left_sacred

Summary: Stiles hadn’t meant for it to become a thing. He’d just been interested in helping out his fellow man. He certainly hadn't meant for anyone to find out about it.Or the one where Stiles makes amateur porn, and of course, a certain alpha finds out about it.

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renegadesrpg · 3 years

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Dark Angels: Creation. Part 40. Anchors and Allies. Declan

Solo. *I’d watched as Sin made his preparations to enter the Aether. I’d watched him cast the spell, watched the flames burst upward at the addition of each ingredient, and watched as his soul left this plane. And now I stood guard, both against intruder and as his anchor to this world. His image was still here, sitting on the floor, cross-legged and barefooted in front of the brazier, translucent and flickering. A tiny bit of his soul left behind as he walked the paths of power. For all his power and strength, Sin was not a god and only gods fully entered the heart of the Aether. Sin had told me it was a place where he could lose his way and become trapped if he didn’t have something to help him pull free. After all, he technically was only a disembodied soul. Being Death’s First gave him tremendous power, but not enough to go there and back without a tether. The Creator had made that plane for gods and angels alone. Oh, Sean and the others had risked meeting together at the edge of it when they needed privacy from the Horseman. Even as a dead angel, Zav’s grace and ethereal magick still had allowed them access to the misty edges, but that was as far as they could go and no one else, supernatural or mortal, was getting even that far. Except for Sin. Sin’s unique. He’s not mortal, or angel, or god, but he has tremendous power that owes nothing to either earth or ethereal magick. Death has its own power. The magick he wove to enter the Aether had been taught to him by the Fates, the sisters of the Creator, after he’d rebelled against the Horseman. The Fates had watched Sin from his human childhood some 35,000 years ago. I don’t know it for fact, but I’d bet they’d had a party when he accepted the Horseman’s gig and an even bigger one when Sin rebelled against him. Apparently they hadn’t ever had faith in the Horseman’s deal with the Creator, but had always had great belief in Sin’s ability correct things. Even thousands of years ago they could see the Horseman’s growing corruption through the choices he made. When Sin finally rebelled a thousand or so years ago Clothos, the eldest Fate, had walked in his dreams and given him the spell that enabled him to meet with them on the Aetheric plane and taught him how to use Death magick to power it. There was a risk, she’d warned him, but if Sin remained anchored to another plane, he would be able to return to it. Through the centuries the plane and the anchor had varied. At the moment he was stuck with a ghost wolfen whose soul he owned. Not that I’m complaining. Having my soul belong to him was a better gig than anything else I’d been offered after death. My soul wasn’t ready for ascension and being born into a new life didn’t guarantee I’d find Celia again. Sin had been out of the business of creating reapers and regularly escorting souls by then, but he’d been alerted by the Fates that a bonded pair of wolfen was fighting with our reaper about going to Alyssia for our souls pre-rebirth R&R. He’d warned off the reaper and made us an offer, explaining that staying on earth as unattached souls would result in our eventual descent into insanity. Before his split with the Horseman he could have enlisted us in the reaper corps, our souls belonging to the big boss, he’d said, but now being his servants and companions was the best he could offer us. He would hold our souls, yes, because that was the only way it could work, but his needs were few and he wasn’t demanding. That part had been both true and not true. He didn’t really need us, so the tasks we were assigned were easy enough and generally things we’d enjoyed doing as humans. But when he wanted something, he wanted it NOW. So Celia cooked gourmet meals for a being that didn’t NEED to eat but enjoyed it. I’d started as his man-of-all-work, maintaining his various warded refuges, but that had taken a backseat when he discovered my talent at making weapons. He’d discreetly contacted Aiden and had him teach me the art of making supernatural weapons and, with those weapons I’d covered Sin’s ass when he needed extra security.

Not often, but often enough. And Celia and I’d had the free time to enjoy each other, indulge our fondness for fast bikes without worrying about cracking them up, and do things we loved for someone we’d come to love. He became more than the holder of our souls. He became our Alpha and his inner circle our pack. The only thing missing in our post-death existence were pups. I think Celia regretted that more than I did, but, well, you can’t have everything, and I was just happy to have her. Ripples run through the wavy image seated at the brazier. For a sec I felt a moment of panic. He’s never told me how this anchor stuff worked, but my blood pressure dropped back to normal – well, if I’d HAD blood pressure it would have dropped back to normal – when my heightened senses detected the link binding us. Was this what he felt all the time? I wondered. In over 40 years, I’d never felt the connection until that moment. There was a steadiness to it now but when his image had rippled and I’d felt a strong tug, it was like a current was trying sweep him away. Not gonna say it didn’t’ get the adrenaline runnin’. But as I’d calmed down, I’d realized this was probably normal. He held my soul, but not literally. Hell, a ghost is nothing but a soul. No special powers, no magick, just soul. When we’re strong enough we can project a physical image like reapers can, but that’s it. Can’t literally be “held”. So the link between us was like a cord…a, what’s the word... a metaphysical cord that connects me to him. And when he’s in the Aether communing with the Fates or whatever, it connects him to this plane so long as I’m on it. The ‘tug’ was just me doing what I was supposed to. Being an anchor. The hairs on the back of my neck rise and my hand goes to the .48 at my back as I swiftly turn and crouch, two-handing the gun at the entity stepping through a portal at the ocean’s edge. The beach is the hardest area to keep warded, the constant ebb and flow of the salty water eroding the wards even in the half-world and even Sin can’t ward the ocean. It’s where he’s most vulnerable to attack, and, ironically, his favorite place in this world. As I recognize the being stepping through the portal, I lower the gun and drop to one knee on the wooden lanai, head bowed in acknowledgement. There’s not many I bow to, not even in Sin’s world, but she’s one of them. Lifting my head as she approaches, I stand, looking down from the steps to the sand.* You nearly got yourself shot Lady Freya. It’s not like you to just show up here. Is there a problem? *Freya stops a few feet from the stairs and tilts her head up to look at me, blonde hair streaming down her back, tiny warrior braids framing her face.* “It is just ‘Freya’ these days Declan. I think with all that’s happening you’ve gotten beyond the ‘worshipful obeisance’ phase of knowing me. If you ever had it.” *Offering me her hand as she climbs the steps, she gently chides me.* “Sin’s wards are very thorough and he maintains them even more meticulously in these times I’m sure. You should have known it must be one whom he allows past them. There are only a few of us and only Danu and I travel by portal. It’s good to see you’re vigilant, but you must be very edgy to draw a weapon at the opening of one.” *Taking the offered hand, I give her unneeded help up the stairs. A courtesy I’d learned from Sin.* Edgy is one way to put it, *I admit.* We’re near the time and we’ve had trouble both with the Horseman’s bully boys and demons that we think Lucifer is lending him. Sin’s in the Aether at the moment, La… Freya, looking for some answers. “Ah, and you’re his anchor as well as his guard. I understand your reaction now. But you must not feel you alone are responsible for his safety. Sin is never alone on the Aetheric plane. When he invokes the magick, he calls on help from the gods he trusts. Often it is Danu or I, occasionally Kali or Bastet, but this time I suspect he went higher. We do not have the answers he seeks, only the ability to keep him from losing himself in the eddies and shifts of the

plane. The Fates must be in play, and be assured, they have no wish to see him lost in the currents either.” *As she talks we turn to face Sin’s shimmering image.* That’s kind of relieving to hear. *Grimacing* You know he only tells us, any of us, what he thinks we need to know. He’s been in there a while now. I was beginning to worry I’d need to pull him out but he’s never told me how. *Remembering the courtesies now that I’ve been reassured everything’s going the way it should,* Will you wait for him out here or would you rather go inside? “You would not be able to “pull him out” on your own. Whoever is shepherding him on the other side would lend their power to strengthen your connection from their side. It would help him re-orient and find his way back. You would not find the jolt pleasant, but it would not cause lasting harm. However, it is unlikely that will ever be needed. Sin is stronger than even he knows and he has the Creator’s favor.” Her gaze lingers on the boss for a little longer, like she’s tryin’ to see what he sees, but then she turns back to me. “I did not come to see him. At least not yet. I came to see you. I need you to make some weapons. Weapons that can slay rogue reapers and demons.” *A lesser ghost’s jaw would have dropped. Freya had weapons aplenty, but none that would kill reapers. Only an angel’s blade or a reaper’s steel would kill a reaper and we kept a tight lid on who had them. There were reasons for that, Lucifer’s current fondness for killing reapers being one of them. As for demons…* Your blades can’t kill a demon? *She tosses her hair angrily.* “They should be able to. But we’ve had our own run in’s with Lucifer’s boys lately. He’s getting bolder. I can only assume he thinks the Horseman will be taking over the Creator’s role in the near future. I’m glad to hear from you that the end is near. Sin must challenge him very soon. But until then,” she smiles cagily enough that I know I’m not hearing everything – like Sin, I only get to know what she thinks I need to, “we need to be able to protect the realms. Our weapons have become less effective. I believe Lucifer has found some kind of charm or spell that prevents the weapons of Valhalla from doing lasting damage to his demons. We can wound, but, but short of cutting off their heads, they do not die and they heal incredibly quickly. Even cutting off their heads doesn’t actually kill them,” she snorts indelicately in disgust* Their bodies fall, unable to continue, but the heads live on, spewing venom, both literally and figurative.” At my skeptical look she answers my unspoken question, “Demons on the other plains do not adopt human form. We usually see them in their more natural state. Fangs, claws and all. The bodies of these monsters we can burn, but I must have 20 of the bloody heads locked up in the dungeon.” *My brow furrows in a frown as she talks. Unlike reapers, demons have physical bodies. Cutting off the damned heads should kill the fuckers.* So you need something that can kill demons, but why reapers? *She arches her eyebrow at me* Do you believe that the rogues are far behind? Especially if Sin fails. *She’s not wrong, but I know she’s not telling me everything. Still…* What kind of weapons did you have in mind? And know, I won’t give you anything without Sin’s OK on it. *Her beautiful face smooths back into a smile as she assumes she’s gained my cooperation.* “Swords, daggers, spearheads and arrowheads. We will bind the spearheads and arrowheads to shafts of rowan.” *Dubiously, I answer* The swords and daggers I’ve got. Arrowheads and spearheads I’ll have to cast and that’s going to take a little time. The forge is cold and it will take hours to heat it up enough. Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer metal shafts for them? I have some put back. Or how about just good-old bullets made from melted down reaper weapons? *She laughs at that.* “Guns are such ugly, inelegant weapons. Loud and they stink like demons after they’ve been fired.” Shaking her head* “Thank you, but no. I would not have time to

learn how to use one or to teach my people. And yes, I am sure about the shafts. The rowan will add to the magick. The Rowan tree is sacred to us and runes to make sure they fly true and harm only those with malice towards us will be carved into them. We will add our magick to yours in hopes that the unexpected combination will give us another edge. And do not worry about the forge,” she bows her head and closes her eyes for a moment before raising it and looking into mine. “It is now at precisely the temperature you need and the trough you use to temper the metal is filled with cold water.” *I could argue the “ugly and inelegant” part. Nothin’ prettier than a 9 mil when you’re surprised in an alley, but then, guns hadn’t saved me and Celia or our pack, now had they? Maybe she’s got a point. Quietly nodding at Sin,* Freya, I can’t leave him while he’s like that. I’m his anchor, his guard. “I will stay here to guard him while you work. As for being anchor… you will still be that regardless of where you are. Physical proximity isn’t the determiner of the bond’s strength.” She smiles, “Your commitment to him is. And that is very strong, indeed.” *For a few seconds I just stand there, eyes narrowed as I look into hers. There are secrets there, but no malice. Sin trusts her. But still…*I’ll get to it then, but you don’t get them until he’s back and okays it. I mean it Freya. And the forge is warded against everyone except for Sin and his inner circle. Not even Celia comes in, so you won’t be able to get to them. *She frowns, but there’s amusement in her eyes* Still you do not trust me? *A laugh follows* Well, you would be a poor bodyguard if you did. A good one trusts no one. It’s not a matter of trust, Freya, *shaking my head.* It’s a matter of Pack. I let down my mortal pack once. I won’t let down my immortal one. *The amusement dies from her eyes, replaced with empathy. She understands that this isn’t about trusting anyone. It’s about honor and the Goddess of War knows something about honor.* “I understand. Now go. I will take your place here.” *I watch as she turns from me, taking up a guardian’s stance. All the softness fades from her clean, defined features and her eyes become impassive. No one or thing will get past this warrior. With a nod, I turn and fade out, still feeling the cord that bound me to Sin firmly attached. An ally was standing guard and the anchor was holding firm. #TBC

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if you could only see the beast you’ve made of me

Sansa’s vision blurred to the scene before her in the Great Hall of Winterfell, her pupils icing over as she was presented with the merciless strike to the face that was the silver-haired woman who shamelessly demanded her attention, her impudence affronting and unapologetic.

i held it in but now it seems you’ve set it running free

Another man of the Stark family had travelled South, the same man being the one who stood in front of her while accompanied by the jarringly out of place stranger he announced as his queen. He had returned home to the North despite what history’s misfortunes had led Sansa’s nightmares to foreshadow. He ought to have followed the pattern of his kin, as the honor of his character would have at least remained intact.

screaming in the dark, i howl when we’re apart

No, the same man hadn’t returned home to the North, and the man was not a Stark. His betrayal to her, to his loyalties, and to his people had stripped him the right to wear such a proud name, proving himself to be the bastard she had apologized for formerly seeing him as. She had apologized only to be proven foolish for ever seeing anything but, foolish for trusting him to aid her in restoring the agonizing hole that those guilty of mutilating her family had left her with. The hole that had stolen the songs from her spirit and the pink from her cheeks, butchering the very essence of her.

drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

And he had, had made her feel whole again, had made her feel alive. She had lost all memory of the comforts that came with feeling safe, but he had given her remembrance. She would never again be as innocent as the naive young girl she once was, never again be as hopeful as the eager child that had had her head stubbornly stuck in her dreams, but still he had somehow managed to coax the warmth back into her flesh and encouraged the lyrics of her abandoned melodies that she hadn’t known since she was so innocent and hopeful.

my fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in

He had gifted her an abundance of hope and had drank in her love, reveling in her acceptance of him. He had greedily welcomed how she honored him with the respect she had honored her father and her true older brother with, the older brother he wasn’t even worthy of being compared to. He had swaddled her in his care while thieving her trust, only to shatter every affectionate illusion of him, them, that he had so cruelly instilled in her.

you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl

Not only had he made the choice to slaughter her happiness, but he had made the choice to come and practically laugh at her, mock her by placing his more beautiful queen in front of her face. A white, unflawed rose to please his eyes away from Sansa’s tattered petals. She was defiled, used. She couldn’t offer him what his unburnt could, for she had been burned more times than she cared to ponder, and her previously unmarred beauty now held unattractive scars that forever ruined the only tasteful quality she ever had.

now there’s no holding back, i’m making to attack

Upon their arrival, merely the body language of the foreign woman had silently, intentionally communicated that the man beside her no longer belonged to any person of Winterfell, but instead to her and her alone. Sansa could nearly smell the way the woman’s touch had soiled his skin, the skin that she had come to memorize the texture of. Abruptly, the frost that had spread over her thawed as hot, branding anger seared through her. The tempo of her breaths stuttered before halting as an overwhelming blanket of possessiveness smothered her, immobilizing her.

my blood is singing with your voice, i want to pour it out

A resonant snarl reached her pounding ears and reflexively her eyes flashed in support of the warning noise. For the smallest of moments Sansa believed the territorial threat to be her own, as the sound had manifested her raw emotion immaculately. Her boiling fury dropped to a simmer at the aid the dire wolf by her side offered. The animal had proven to her his loyalty, the loyalty his owner had abandoned.

the saints can’t help me now, the ropes have been unbound

A small victory to be had over the stranger that had sunken her claws into what was hers, the small victory to have the beast belonging to the man the woman had stolen show her her place in his home. The wolf embodied the dominant fierceness of Sansa’s pure loathing as she was unable to properly express it fully as only a woman.

i hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground

Mentally she sunk even further away from the Great Hall as she began to feel the phantom caresses that his careful hands left when he had touched her, when he had acted as hers. Haunted, she felt the light brush of his lips on her temple, lingering on the bone of her cheek, pressing into the inside of her wrist, anywhere he could pretend chaste as he sweetly placed his innocent kisses upon her at various times and situations. He had marked every part of her face but her mouth, which his had once found the corner of in an attempt to reach her cheek. Frozen they had both instantly been at his mistake, frozen until she had trembled once in her shameful desire for more, mourning the loss of the real kiss they had almost shared. His sigh answered her unacceptable cravings for him, for her brother. Her head had dropped as her gaze fell to her lap for many moments before he ruthlessly encouraged her temptations with the damp, open mouthed kiss to the spot between her shoulder and neck, the kiss that still tore at her sanity. He had made her starve for him.

like some child, possessed, the beast howls in my veins

She didn’t realize she had bitten into her tongue until she tasted the weeping of her wound drain down her throat, coating it as her jaw clenched and unclenched while her mind left her memories and went on to pure imagination, pure imagination of them. She watched the stunning woman’s glinting, falsely coy eyes hold his as her head was yanked back by the silver hair that was tangled in his hand. The returning stare the man in her mind offered his prized lover held a sinister passion, the need for the other woman shining in his eyes as he dipped down to run his lips along her bare shoulder and nip at her neck. Sansa filled her head with screams in an attempt to shut out the ideas of his mouth sucking on and sinking his teeth into the skin of another, claiming her as his own.

i want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness

The final horrors of her imagination dissolved with aching slowness, leaving behind the picture of the victorious female nestled in his protective embrace with his body curled possessively around hers to etch itself forever into the back of Sansa’s eyes. Left breathless, her senses returned to the present, bringing along a bruising lump of hurt which lodged itself into her air passage, properly manifesting the way he practically had her neck in his fist. Did he feel the jealousy that she was green with? Taste it in the air and suck it into his lungs? Did her unreasonable envy please the sadistic nature he held towards her, a nature she formerly would have never imagined existing? Perhaps she deserved such a jest made out of her wrong, twisted attraction for a man of her blood. Ah, how Cersei would be proud of her little dove.

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers

The questions she only shared with herself would remain unanswered as she no longer knew what to expect. The man she had believed him to be was absent and only the shell remained, the shell along with the anchor beside her with lips curled back and hackles raised. Ghost, what an appropriate name.

starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

Managing to swallow the feral cry that battled her efforts to prevail as untroubled, she was left with the sinking realization of what she was livid with more so than the future of her kingdom. The intensity of her furious despair was disgracefully driven by much more than house loyalty, much more than a platonic love that had been betrayed. She was in love with him, miserably and corruptly wanting him in every way. Again, she found herself in love with a lie, or perhaps a delusion formed by her own stupidity would be a more accurate description.

the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress

Such a fact was known to him, of course it was, was known to herself despite her attempts to brush aside her wicked desires and depraved fantasies. He knew and had teased her with it, encouraged her with his sincere, soul seizing gazes that were feigned as brotherly. His mere presence dominated her world, the alpha of her existence. He had a power over the most primal pieces of her, and he had relished in it before moving on as soon as he found a sweeter prize, selfishly taking the ground under Sansa’s feet along with him.

until i wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest

She tamed her tormented thoughts as she blinked clarity back into her sight. Her expression was stony and unreadable despite the ruins that had become of her feelings, for she no longer wore her heart on her sleeve as she had as a child. She held her regal posture, her shoulders as straight as the exemplary lady she had always aimed to be. Offering others her vulnerability had only ever earned her scorn and humiliation, and she would never give any of her offenders the triumph that was held in seeing her broken again.

a man who’s pure of heart and says his prayers by night

“Sansa.”

A ringing in her ears responded to his voice, shrill and deafening. She recoiled from the instinctive desire to fall into docility at her name vocalized by the male she belonged to, formerly belonged to. Mutterings of resentment and outrage sounded around them for both him and Sansa, warning sounds indicating that she was not to acknowledge the silver-haired woman’s claim to the throne, not to agree to her help attached to many strings. A king no longer he surely knew he would be after what he had done, so why had he thought his newly claimed bitch would be successful in the North?

may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

The sound of his voice around her name, hoarse and pleading, served her confirmation. He knew what he was doing to her, he knew and had decided to do it anyway. He had the audacity to warp the sounds that he pushed out of his treacherous mouth into something remorseful as if begging her to understand him, as if begging her to forgive him like he wasn’t already irrevocably dead to her. She pushed her shoulders back even further, sitting tall in her rightful place as a Stark as she refused to falter and offer the conquering offspring of the Mad King her pride. She would not surrender a shred of the North’s cooperation, would not disgrace her home by inadequately serving her people as the Lady of Winterfell.

if you could only see the beast you’ve made of me

She recognized what was in the eyes of the Targaryen woman as she returned her stare, having met many who had mirrored such a demeanor while knowing none that had earned the esteem they held for themselves. Dropping her eyes down the opposer’s form, her eyebrow quirked the smallest amount. The corner of her mouth twitched, threatening a smirk before she flicked her eyes back up while tilting her head ever so slightly, portraying just how much of a queen Winterfell saw the woman as. Sansa did not look his way even as he took a step in her direction, his bitch still her focus, but instead the degenerate did after tensing at his advancement towards Sansa. Very suddenly it was clear the concerns of power, queens, and houses had fallen away as the man became the greatest source of their hostility. What a fool she was to challenge Sansa’s dominance as a trespasser to the territory that belonged to her, a threat to the pack that belonged to her, and an infiltrator that thought she had any claim to the man that belonged to her.

i held it in but now it seems you’ve set it free

Sansa lightly rested her hand on the wolf’s pelt and the dangerous animal slowly took a step forward, revealing the teeth that a low snarl slipped through. Loudly her name was repeated, commanding and reprimanding. She felt the blood in her veins freeze over in loathing as she was doused again with the cold truth that she had lost. The dragon whore’s chest rose with a gloating puff and her chin tilted up to cast her eyes upon her, looking down at her. Sansa almost laughed, never feeling more confident in her claim as her territorial instincts were only provoked further.

screaming in the dark, i howl when we’re apart

Finally she looked to him, confronting his gaze with the vicious determination to feel nothing for him in the same way he must feel nothing for her. As her Lord no more, his own delusions must have led him to expect her obedience at the sound of her name on his ordering lips.

the saints can’t help me now, the ropes have been unbound

Mimicking her mother, her features fell into the cold and resentful expression Catelyn had always worn for him. Sansa’s intentions were purely vindictive in her pain. Bloodthirsty, she wanted to hurt him as he had hurt her by stealing the home he finally felt he had, just as he had stolen the same from her. She would take back the sense of belonging he had always yearned for that she had given to him so warmly. She would humiliate him in front of the people of Winterfell as he had humiliated their family by bringing the unwanted queen in front of Sansa and expecting her to comply to her, to bow to her. Her voice was clear and harshly hollow as she stretched it over the Great Hall to correct him, only to realize too late that the crumbling of Jon Snow’s face and violent flinch of his body as his eyes seemed to splinter like glass did not bring her the satisfaction she had expected.

“’My lady’ is what bastard half-brothers are to address me with.”

i hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground

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THIAM FIC part 9

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Theo and Liam were sitting on the hood of the pick-up, cautiously parked at the forest boundaries, when Theo's phone rang. It was Scott.

“What do you want?” asked Theo. Liam was relieved he came back to his normal self, after a few, softer days.

“I think we found something.” said Scott, on the other side. Liam did not even have to strain to hear what the Alpha was saying. It had been a while since his hearing had further refined, and often it was more annoying than anything else was.

"Do you think you’ll tell me what it is or should we come to your house again?" Theo asked. From the other side came a suffocate growl, but both Theo and Liam ignored it; it was Malia, as always trying to restore the honor of her boyfriend.

"In the notes of the Dread Doctors there’s something about how to get back some of those beasts to the human form." Scott began, but Theo stopped him before he could go on.

"We have already talked about it." Theo said, crossing Liam's gaze. "Those things deserve to die, and furthermore we cannot take responsibility for all the lives they could reap once the control is loosened."

"It's not about saving them, but rather about knowing why they came here, why they chose Beacon Hills, and then how to get rid of them. The notes say that when an individual's mind is broken, in the body of a chimera, only a few memories of little importance remains, but on which the chimera becomes obsessed. "

"So you're convinced that the thing that attacked me and Liam was just a failed experiment?" Theo asked, but something in his voice seemed to have broken. He too had been defined as such by the Dread Doctors; it was one of the first things he had revealed to him after a nightmare. Liam stretched out his hand, waiting for Theo to leave his cell phone: he was the one who had to communicate his intentions, and those of those who followed him, to Scott, and would not allow Theo to still take his place.

"I'm not going to replicate the desperate move we made with the Anuk-Ite: during the investigation Mason was injured and only thanks to the help of the other Hellhound we did have the necessary information. Now there is no one willing to tell us what we want to know, and as on that occasion we must guard against the supernatural and hunters, so either find a less risky alternative that do not involve giving a face, and therefore a past, to beasts of which we know nothing at all, or we will have to continue to search through what we found in those archives. "

Liam relaxed, finally satisfied with being able to say everything without letting out a bruise of anger. He knew that even his words had hurt Theo, who still felt guilty for his total inability to take Mason’s pain, and felt guilty, because he knew that although he seemed his old self, something had changed in him and Liam was not sure he could ever get totally back. They had not spoken of what had happened that day, and not only of his reaction, of the panic, or of the tears, but also of that kiss, of how, by now, Liam had understood he had become Theo’s anchor. In reality, it was from his mother's death that they had not been able to talk a lot.

"I do not want to put a face on those who attacked you, I just want to find a way to control them." said Scott, surprising Liam.

"The easiest way would be to kill their Alpha." Liam pointed out to him.

"You managed to kill the one who attacked you just out of pure luck, and whoever kills the Alpha will acquire the powers and..." Scott began, but Theo tore the phone from Liam's hands.

"Do not worry; if we get to a direct fight, I'll stay very far from the Alpha, I'm sure there will be other chimeras to take care of."

Liam saw the pain in Theo's eyes. How could Scott question whether Theo had not given up his selfish plans after all he had done for them?

"So what do you propose?" Scott asked, probably hoping that the call would end quickly.

"You, Malia, Peter and Alec continue to study those notes, while Lydia, the Deputy, Mason and Corey will check in the police archives where other creatures such as the one who attacked us could be seen, and they will divide the attacks organized by random sightings, and if what you say is true, perhaps we will approach the possibility of discovering where the whole pack is hiding. In the meantime, Liam and I continue to act as bait. “Theo explained. It was not a decision he was making on his own, but he made Scott believe the plan had not been orchestrated long before. When the Alpha agreed, just before hanging up, Liam was extremely relieved. The choice to leave Alec with them and not to bring him in the woods had been Theo’s suggestion and Liam had considered it a decidedly subtle choice: Alec had openly expressed, with Theo and Liam, his intention to stay by their side, if the pack had officially split, but he had never said anything before Scott or Malia, which made him the perfect candidate for the controller’s task.

"Everything will be fine, is not it?" Theo asked. Liam understood his need to be reassured, but he himself was the first to need someone to tell him that everything would be all right, that no other innocent would die, that, in the end, they would be able to stay in peace, even in Beacon Hills. So he just nodded and leaned his head on Theo's shoulder, waiting for someone to come to destroy even that small parenthesis of peace.

Theo and Liam walked quickly, but they were not actually running, not to draw too much attention but mainly to be able to pay more attention to what surrounded them. Alec had left Scott's house several hours ago, with some of the notes with him, to explain to them what seemed to be the best discovery of all time. Both Theo and Liam had tried to convince Scott that it would have been better if they had gone to his house and not vice versa, but the boy had seemed irremovable, saying that they had to behave as if everything were normal, otherwise they would not have been good baits. The two boys had begun to worry when the sun had already fallen, and Alec had not yet arrived at the car: he knew where they parked, when they were forced to sleep in the woods, because forced to drive away from all service areas and parking, and yet they didn’t saw even the boy’s shadow. They tried to call Scott, but he did not answer the phone either. They had to decide quickly if they wanted to go home to the Alpha first, which still had two more wolves at his side, or first to look for Alec, who, as far as they knew, could only be in the woods, and maybe even in danger. Therefore, without even needing to consult, they began to plumb the woods. It was a scream of pain that made them quicken their pace, but Theo suddenly stopped, calling Liam, his voice full of terror. When Liam turned, Theo was practically trembling. He had put a foot on a trap, which an inexpensive eye could have mistaken for a normal hare, or foxes, trap, but which was actually the perfect size for a human foot. Or for the paw of a wolf. Theo was also quite sure that the metal teeth were covered with aconite: he could smell the smell distinctly, acrid to his nostrils. Another scream pierced the silence of the forest, and this time, both Theo and Liam, distinctly recognized Alec's voice. Theo jumped, and the trap moved with him.

"Stand still." Liam hissed.

"Go look for Alec." Theo told him. "I'll be fine, at least until this thing decides to close."

"I will not leave you here," Liam replied, slowly approaching. Theo did not try to argue: he knew that look, and when Liam looked at him like that, there was no reason that can change his mind.

"Then look for the damn instructions!" Theo exclaimed.

"What instructions?" Liam asked, perplexed, and if Theo could move, he would punch him on that beautiful angelic face.

"The instructions to disarm it!" Theo growled. He hated that kind of situation. When he was stuck, when he was trapped, it felt like when the Dread Doctors controlled him: he had a choice, but every option would hurt him, one way or another. Moreover, he had already experienced aconite poisoning and did not want to replicate. He had really believed he was dying that time.

"And where the fuck do I find the instructions to disarm it?" asked Liam, worried.

“On internet!” replied Theo, exasperated.

Once freed from the trap it was not difficult to find Alec. Liam roared, and the call seemed to resound throughout the forest. Alec could not help but reply. They found him intent on trying to free himself from the trap that had grabbed his ankle, his hands soiled with blood and his tibia with a strange angle. Liam disarmed the trap, and Alec trudged to free himself.

"Who put these traps?" Alec asked, looking around hysterically. It must have been difficult for him to be trapped for so long.

"I do not know." Theo answered. “But I think I can suggest a name.”

#thiam fic #thiam shipper #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #scott mccall #malia tate #malia hale #peter hale #lydia martin #jordan parrish #mason hewitt #corey bryant #alec #dread doctors #anuk-ite #tw

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Below the cut are 91 fics that feature Jonny and Patrick as creatures that lurk and prey (and snuggle) in the night. From wolfverses to fluffy animal transformations to love/sex magic. I've had such a great time re-reading all of these, as this pairing has been graced by so many amazing authors. Happy reading and happy Halloween!

★ are personal faves

Demons

a dainty dish to set before the king by mockturtletale ★ - demon!Kaner

But then the clocks strike midnight - clocks plural - and that’s weird as fuck, because the year is 2013 and Jonathan Toews doesn’t own any clocks that make that noise. He doesn’t own any clocks that make noise period.

Crossroad Blues by activevirtues- demon!Kaner

In which the demon Patrick Kane gives Jonathan Toews everything he's ever wanted.

Feathers by MJBadger - demon!Kaner, angel!Jonny

Not that Patrick has been snagging many souls or causing much in the way of mischief, lately. He supposes he should go out at some point and play a bit of catch-up. He assumes Jonny's been hanging out on park benches and saving jackasses left and right.

In which Jonny is an angel, and Patrick is a lazy demon.

Sweet and Tender Hooligan (or the post-apocalyptic au) by jezziejay - demon!Kaner

In which Kaner is a daemon of chaos, and Jonny is just trying to hold onto his city. Dystopian universe. Dark. Dark characterisation. A little TW, a litte GoT, and a little Patrick Ness.

Together Burning Bright - demon!Jonny

Four times Jonny tried to eat Patrick's soul, and the one time he couldn't.

The Creek by mullsandmutts - demon!Kaner, angel!Jonny

Jonathan is a literal angel. Patrick is a literal demon (but with a sweet and kind heart -- it's complicated, okay?). They meet where their worlds are divided and existence might never be the same

Going West - not gonna spoil it but i love it

Jonathan finds the boy along the outskirts of a town market, chained to a post. There's a bronze armband clasped tightly on his forearm, winding around it like a snake, and he stares sullenly at the ground, heedless of Jonathan's gaze, while his toe traces patterns in the dust.

"I want him," Jonathan says to the vendor, pointing.

That's a lie.

Constant as a Northern Star - demon-hunter!Jonny, Pat is his safekeeper

The term "preux" was first used in the scripture that would become known as the Treaty of Avignon [signed in 1156, copies of the original - which was destroyed in the Siege of Harfleur in 1418 - are stored in Prague and Trondheim], marking not only the beginning of the working relationship between vampires and preux but also the use of a term to distinguish the preux from ordinary hunters.

(Or: Jonathan is a good fighter (it doesn't get more AU than this), Patrick waits for him,hates it and is a BAMF no matter the circumstances. Sharpy knows everything but doesn'tbetray anyone's secrets. He's a vampire, he has morals.)

Soulless by ice_hot_13 - demon!Jonny

Jonny used to have a soul.

Vampires

where the wild things are series by liketheroad - twilight AU

Seeing Johnny skate, Patrick realizes two things at the same time. One, Johnny is an incredibly gifted, terrifying hockey player, and two, Patrick is completely and irredeemably gay for him. Also, he’s definitely a vampire, but whatever, Patrick doesn’t really give a shit about that part. (Twilight AU)

Provenance by fourfreedoms ★ - vampire!Jonny | sorta sequel here

“I uh, didn’t think it would be done so fast,” Patrick said when he arrived. Jonathan stared at him. “Done? You insult me. A good suit, at a lackluster slapdash minimum, needs three-fittings. You’ll be in here for four, I assure you.”

true blood chatfic by doctor_denmark - vampire!Jonny | not fic but still cute

So, sometimes hockey blogs say that Jonathan Toews's playoff fail-beard makes him look like a "victorian era vampire" (repeatedly), and when this happens, I start telling myself about the True Blood au, where Toews is the first vampire to play in the NHL, and Patrick Kane is the deeply closeted hockey player who falls in love with him. Then horrible enablers let me chat-fic at them for hours, and I end up with about 8,000 words, which is 9 times more than i managed on my thesis today.

I'm putting it here, because the world needs to witness my folly.

nature of the immortal being by Mayhem10 - vampire!Kaner

“Wait,” interrupts Jonathan, finally registering Patrick’s rant. “What exactly are you allergic to?”

Patrick waves dismissively. “You know, the usual.”

(In which Patrick is the worst vampire ever and Jonathan grows his own garlic.)

Sealed With A Kiss - (butt)vampire!Kaner

Five minutes after Coach Q explains to his new team that Patrick is indeed a supernatural creature of the night, he’s hustled into the corridor by his cute as hell new captain.

“An ass-eating vampire?” Jonathan asks.

“It’s not like I had a choice,” Patrick says, defensively.

bloodlust - vampire!Kaner

One Time Patrick Kane Didn’t Drink From Jonathan Toews and Five Times He Did (also known as Vampire Kaner)

so say, what are you waiting for? by nuuclears - vamp!Jonny

“But are you even into this?” Patrick asks, biting his lip at how vulnerable it comes out.

Jonny straightens up fully and stares at him, hands full of gatorade bottles forgotten at his sides. “Kaner, it’s blood,” Jonny tells him incredulously, and ok, a valid point, Patrick does have some idea of how vampires get about blood, but still. It’s not like they’re just drinking from everyone either.

“And,” Jonny says, and blows out a harsh breath of air that he doesn’t even need. “And it’s you,” he admits, like it costs him something.

vampire!kaner AU by allthebros

He comes back to himself with Jonny’s blood in his mouth.

Werewolves

All Practise and No Play by james - were!Kaner

Sometimes Tazer thinks it's like herding puppies. Actually, no, he thinks that all the time.

by the throat by liketheroad

The one where they're werewolves growing up in Manitoba.

Catalyst - were!Jonny

Full moon’s coming.

It’s about a week out, but even if they didn’t all keep a careful calendar of it, Patrick would know it just by looking at Johnny. Patrick’s known a few werewolves before, some distant family, and Johnny’s got all the hypervigilant aggression he’s used to seeing from them, but what they direct at others—bristling when people get too close, snapping when they’re provoked, showing teeth—Johnny turns inward.

fight or run, you're just getting older (podfic available by AshesandGhost) - were!Kaner

Contrary to popular belief, weres don't actually need alphas. Patrick never had one, since he's the only person in his family with the gene, and his parents didn't push him into finding one. Alphas make their betas better; they keep them calm and level, they support them, they guide them. Without an alpha, betas are perfectly fine. They're just better with one.

Instincts (podfic available by exmanhater)

They don’t talk about what happens during the moon; and they don’t talk about how Patrick drives over sometimes to curl up on the couch and put his head in Johnny’s lap, jittery all over until he gets the anchoring weight of Johnny’s hand on the back of his neck; and they don’t talk about how Johnny calls him some nights and says, “Come over,” and Patrick does, because Johnny’s head is pounding with the need to get Patrick where he can see him, breathe in the scent of him, know he’s there and well. If they don’t talk about it they can just keep having whatever they need from each other; and that’s what they’ll do, because Johnny is Patrick’s alpha and Patrick needs him to be that for him.

For Johnny, it’s always been more.

I've Got A Feeling (I Hope You're Feeling It Too) by aohatsu - highschool werewolves AU!

When Patrick met Jonny for the first time, it was because they'd both just been picked for the same hockey team. When Patrick netted his first goal during practice, Jonny skated over to give him a congratulatory hug and, well, it's not like he didn't sometimes shift on accident, when he was excited or happy, but it hadn't happened at practice in ages.

Not Passive but Aggressive by reserve

Patrick Kane is a shitty werewolf; Jonathan Toews loves him anyway.

sun sweet berries of the earth series by gasmsinc - were!jonny, forest spirit!kaner

There is a spirit living in Patrick State Park.

“Listen,” says Jonny. “I didn’t mean to step on your crown.”

The spirit’s bottom lip wobbles.

What If The Storm Ends ★

Here’s how it goes: Pat was out at a club, got bitten by a wolf—wtf?—got yelled at by Abby Sharp, woke up naked on her kitchen table, spent the day hiding in an IHOP, played the most aggressive game of hockey in his career and got mob-bossed off the ice by Sidney Crosby who, for the record, was surprisingly terrifying.

That was Tuesday.

wolf like me by gasmsinc ★ - were!Jonny

When Patrick had imagined his eighteenth birth year celebrations, he hadn’t imagined them taking place in a fortress a thousand miles away from home, surrounded by a people who were only his by marriage, while sitting next to a husband he barely knew.

He had imagined celebrating in Paelford Castle, right there in the great hall where his family had held every celebration, surrounded by the servants and nobles he had known his entire life, his parents and sisters on either side of him. He hadn’t imagined celebrating his eighteenth birth year on his wedding day, either.

Wolfverse by linsky - were!Patrick

Patrick has two goals for himself when he comes to Chicago: Win the Stanley Cup. And don’t let anyone find out he’s a wolf.

Ghost

Transcendence by ice_hot_13 - ghost!Jonny

Jonny shows up at midnight to play at the rink, and Patrick doesn't know who he is, what he's doing, or how the hell he even gets into the building, but Patrick still can't stay away.

If You Like It, Then You Should've Put A Ring On It - stepquietly

Tazer haunts Patrick through his TV and keeps threatening to kill him. And Kaner makes jokes about how Tazer lives at the bottom of a well and still uses a VCR. (The Ring AU crack!fic)

feel your heart beating as clearly as my own - ghost!Jonny

[He still doesn't get enough sleep most nights, and even though Jonny's there, he's notreally there, and he spends a lot of time sitting on the couch staring out the window,Jonny's hand clenched around his, like he's not sure what else to do.]

Jonny dies. Then he starts bothering Patrick.

the ghost & mr. kane - ghost!Jonny

"Uh," he starts. "You--if you're robbing me, you're not doing a great job of it."

"I'm not--I live here!"

"No you don't," says Patrick, dumb. "I live here."

"Yeah, I'm--I'm--I do too."

It snaps together for Patrick, suddenly--the guy's weird muttonchops, his suit, the way he disappeared and reappeared. "You're my ghost?" he asks. Just for confirmation, you know.

"Yes," his ghost says, glowering and still rusty-voiced.

as the ominous others

defrost, debauch, destroy by psocoptera (podfic by exmanhater) ★ - ???

Beneath the ice, dread things lie dreaming. Or listening to One Direction, whatever.

thy hair soft-lifed by the winnowng wind by forochel ★ - leprechaun!Kaner

He made sure to lay out two saucers, one of spiked milk and one of pure whisky, that night; it was the closest to an apology he could think of.

Anatomy of a Hybrid series by maccabird_23 (abandoned WIP) - magical hybrid AU

Professional sports were chock-full of wolf and dragon hybrids; littered with adept humans but lean on the fairer hybrid. Most elves stayed to the more delicate athletics. Ballet and figure skating being the few sports they excelled at. Elves definitely didn’t play hockey. + Pat was many things but dumb wasn’t one of them. He knew how his teammates looked at him when he got worked up or even worst, turned on. He felt it deep in his gut and couldn’t control as the excitement, anger or arousal blossomed on his skin. Sparks of red and blue taking off from the tips of his pointy ears when he was happy. Deep reds gathering like coal along his scales when he was upset. His lips turning blistering silver before settling on frostbite red whenever he looked at Jonny.

bare those teeth to me please, man-eater - selkie!Jonny

the one where johnny is a selkie, and patrick is the fisherman's son who loves him.

1988 selkie AU by allthebros - selkie!Jonny

They never give their skin willingly, his grandpa told him. You gotta either steal it and hide it away where they can’t find it, cause, believe it, first chance they got, they’re gone–doesn’t matter if they love you or if they have kids, they love and want the sea more. Or you gotta let them have their skin and let them go once the tryst is over. They don’t stay land-locked by choice, though they can still be happy and love like we do.

Patrick’s grandpa was a wise man, which is why it takes him more than a moment to understand what Jonathan is saying. “Take it, Patrick,” he repeats, his seal-skin all folded up between his strong hands. “I wanna stay.”

But You're So Magnetic by forochel - veela!Kaner

Kaner comes into his veela heritage on his 24th birthday. Shenanigans and surprise feelings ensue.

call it magic by thundersquall ★ - faerie!Patrick

“It’s the faerie blood in me,” Patrick explains.

Jonny is just not equipped to deal with this shit.

OR, on March 17, Patrick turns into a faerie.

(Can't Help) Faun'in in Love by Miss_Psychotic - faun!Kaner

When Jonathan is 12, he meets a boy named Kaner.

Crest and Break by hatrickane - mer!Kaner

Kaner’s life in the deep is more than fulfilling - even despite his fascination with the fisherman who floats on the surface. He knows he has to keep his obsession a secret from the other Merfolk - but no banishment, magic, or legend is going keep him from getting closer to those kind eyes.

Friend Like Me by hatrickane ★ - genie!Jonny

It wasn’t as beautiful as most oil lamps, Patrick surmised. It was a little stained, the ceramic chipped in places, but a meticulously crafted leaf sat nestled at the open mouth and Kaner dragged his fingertips over it.

It was warm, and he wanted it. Even without knowing what was inside.

First Frost by SimoneClouseau ★ - faerie (unseelie!Jonny)

When he makes it to the party they ask him where he disappeared to an hour ago and Patrick stares back at them.

“What do you mean an hour?” he says. “It’s been ten minutes.”

Sharpy starts laughing. “Fine, don’t tell us.”

Patrick thinks maybe, just maybe, he’s going insane.

Patrick ends up somewhere he shouldn't be, and Jonathan is forced to claim him to save his life.

I want to meet the kind of folks I've never met by pistol_red - mer!Jonny

In which Johnny is tangled in a net and Patrick is the merman who saves him.

kiss the boy by gasmsinc - mer!kaner

The fish’s head is submerged completely under water. The only thing sticking out is the curve of its back, but Jonny can finally see why it’s stuck: there’s a fishing net hooked on a part of the rock.

It’s then that the fish decides to move again. Its tail thrashes back and forth wildly, and in its panic the fish bangs its broken fin right into the rock. A series of air bubbles pop up to Jonny’s right, but he doesn’t have time to acknowledge how weird that is, because three seconds after the bubbles, a boy’s head pops out of the water.

Jonny yells.

My Heart's in the Sea - Samantha_Holmes - mer!Jonny

When a mermaid named Jonathan saves a prince named Patrick from drowning, little did they know that their lives would be intertwined forever.

Animal Transformations

After Forever After by hockeyhawk ★ - angry frog!Jonny

One moment there was a captain. Next moment there was a frog. Someone has to step up, apparently it's Kaner.

The Hedgehog Can Never Be Buggered At All by forochel - hedgehog kaner

It’s a little known fact that the Kane family are in possession of a genetic quirk — an x-linked recessive gene — that basically boils down to this: Kaner turns into a hedgehog one day and gets stuck.

An Experiment In Hedgehog Physics by exmanhater - hedgehog!Kaner

Hedgehog!Kaner has the best ideas.

Hedgehog!Kaner series by altri_uccelli ★ - hedgehog!Kaner

Uhhhh, hedgehog Kaner in Switzerland.

Jon brings him up to his neck, cuddling him against the skin of his throat. He’s always done that, way back before everything. Even though it prickles, even though it gives him a light rash sometimes, he just likes Kaner there.

“Been awhile,” he whispers again.

+ A collection of ficlets and tagfic in the hedgehog!Kaner 'verse.

Better Off With You by tictactoews - hedgehog!Jonny

Tazer has always seemed prickly on the outside, but he takes it to a whole new level when he turns into an actual hedgehog and becomes dependent on Patrick's care.

Changing on the Fly by mermaid - pitbull!Kaner

"Where's Kaner?" Jonny asks. "Where did this pit bull come from?" Duncs chews on his lip. "Uh, see, there's actually only one answer to both those questions."

Still muzzy with sleep, Jonny blinks at the guys. "So, like – Kaner got me a dog? And sent you two here to deliver it?"

"No," Sharpy says. "No, Kaner is the dog."

Duck Tales - duck!Jonny

“I think he needs floaties.”

Patrick resists the strong urge he gets to slam his head against the wall. “Kaner. He’s aduck; I don’t think they make floaties for them. What kind of duck can’t swim?”

“The kind that are magically transformed hockey players?” Kaner suggests and damn it, hehas a point.

Gone to the Dogs - puppy!Jonny

Jonathan Toews turns into a puppy. Then some other stuff happens.

Hooked on a Feeling (podfic available by exmanhater) - pug!Jonny

The one where Patrick is not exactly Bella Swan and Jonathan is definitely not Sparkly Whatshisname.

OR, THE WERE-PUG AU.

Into Each Life Some Rain Will Fall Like Cat Piss on Your Shoes by james - cat!Kaner

Johnny is waiting for Patrick to get home from Switzerland. What he gets is a surprise.

Slip the Jesses, My Love by flitterflutterfly - literally a hawk!Jonny

Jonny’s gets turned into a hawk and the only one he lets hold him is Patrick

The Cat Crept In by Celly1995 - kitten!kaner

Jonny's not entirely sure why he needed to get back to Chicago so urgently, because he *definitely* doesn't want to admit to himself that he's missing Patrick. But it's just as well he did come home, because Patrick's... not himself.

the skies are not cloudy - buffalo!Jonny

In which Jonathan Toews can turn into a buffalo, and Patrick Kane is the idiot in love with him.

Through the Looking Glass - puppy!Jonny, kitten!Kaner

The fic where Tazer becomes a puppy and Kaner turns into a kitten, but Sharpy still doesn't see any difference in how they behave.

To push a frozen rope - kitten!Kaner

It's just another day in the Blackhawks locker room when Patrick Kane decides to turn into a puppy.

you come around and the armor falls by altri_uccelli - puppy!Jonny

Patrick's in bed when he hears it, and at first it sounds like a peep that a phone might make, but then it happens again, elongated like a whine. His only theory is that it's a mouse, caught somewhere, and if Jonny's going to make a nuisance of himself by staying when he's not invited, he can damn well take care of this.

Bonus: IGAL 'verse by svmadelyn has an amazing tumblr tag that has ficlets and tag!fics with puppy!Tazer and doggo kids. Warning cuteness overload

Love & Sex & Magic

#1 Crush - sex magic

Patrick shows up at his and Jonny's hotel room under the influence of sex magic. 5000 words of porn ensues.

caring is creepy by liketheroad ★ - truth magic

When he gets out of the shower Johnny stares at him like Kaner’s the best thing he’s ever seen, which weirds Kaner out even more than the rest of this situation, because what, not even Johnny’s eyes can lie, now? This is some fucked up shit. Fucking Canucks fans, seriously.

In which Tazer is truth whammied by a Canucks fan and it turns out he has a lot of feelings. Mostly about Kaner. But also about bacon.

Changing the Rules of the Game by Herwhereabouts - magic powers

Tazer has a concussion and is desperate to get better, while Kaner has healing powers he is unaware he possesses. Much drama ensues.

still into you by altri_uccelli - gender transformation

It's not even 12 hours after Jonny discovers he's a girl that he's sprawled on an itchy sofa, biting on his fist and being eaten out by Patrick Kane. He can't believe that a day exists in which having oral sex with Kaner, his oldest friend on the team and frequently a pain in his ass, is not the weirdest thing to happen.

A Handy Guide To Making You Feel Good by fourfreedoms and joyfulseeker - gender transformation

When it had first happened, body melting into this new form right there in front of all the guys, he’d demanded an answer from Jonny. “Did you see this coming?” A five first times fic.

+ “Um…” Patrick says, staring at the water beading down over the curve of one breast and along his taut stomach.

“What?” Jonny asks, furrowing his brows.

Patrick finally gets the chance to lend a helping hand.

Hanging on a Moment of Truth - sex magic

As it turns out, the weird sex magic is the least of Kaner's problems.

i mingle with divinity by mockturtletale - lucky sex magic

“Hey,” Patrick says, putting his hand on Jonny’s thigh, feeling giving, “It’s totally us. You and me, we’re golden when our boners touch. It’s just what happens after that’s unnatural or whatever.”

roving eye ravenous by toomanyhometowns ★ - possession

He opened his mouth to start talking and blinked.

So Deep in My Heart (That You're Really a Part of Me) by kiwoa - bodyswap

"No way," Jonny says, and he slowly turns his - Kaner's - head from side to side, watching the muscles in his face and neck shift. He licks his lips; it tastes wrong. His left wrist feels too stiff and his legs and stomach look too skinny and his hair still itches, damnit. Jonny scratches the back of his neck with nails that are too long and uncomfortably ragged.

"Okay," he says slowly. "Okay, this is not good."

Symptomatic by snapple_jax - sex magic

“What, like it’s hard?” Jonny parrots along with Elle Woods. He side-eyes Patrick, fully prepared for the gleeful chirp about how he knew Jonny loved this movie all along.

Only Pat’s turned an alarming shade of red before scurrying to the bathroom, blanket trailing behind since he couldn’t untangle himself fast enough.

the gift of obedience - obedience magic

Patrick will be fine without Jonny. Really. All he has to do is track down Lucinda and get her to break the spell. He doesn’t even have to liberate an oppressed magical species or find true love along the way.

The Hug Offensive by ingenius - magic powers

When he's five, Patrick figures out that he has a super power. He thinks it's awesome.

under your skin by hazel - bodyswap

Patrick goes to bed that night in Tazer’s guest room. It’s not the first time he’s slept there, but it’s the first time he’s tried to sleep in Tazer’s body. His legs want to kick out weirdly into the corners of the bed, and his head can’t find a comfortable position on the pillow. He drops off eventually anyway, worn from the current of rage he’s been carrying around all day and the constant slow rhythm of Tazer’s heartbeat, drumming in his chest like a cage.

yours and/or mine by demotu - bodyswap

Jonny shows Patrick how it works. And by "it", I mean his dick. Jonny's, but temporarily Patrick's.

love is a contact sport by hazel and mermaid ★ - soul bond

"And the tragic reality of Patrick's life is that even though they broke up over a year ago, he and Johnny still play beautiful hockey together."

A high school AU, featuring dream-fish, bad movie dates, and a little bit of magic.

glory days by liketheroad - soul bond

He never expected his destiny to involve anything but hockey, never thought it would show up in flip flops, but when Patrick smiles at him across the locker room, quick and surprised, Johnny lets his priorities shift and change without a hint of reluctance or regret.

22 by aohatsu ★- soulmate

There’s no other explanation. His soulmate must have turned twenty-two yesterday.

more magical Realism and fantasy

say it with flowers by hazel ★

GOOD WORK, YOUNG HAWK, the oak tree outside his building booms once the season’s over, and Patrick smiles sleepily in its direction.

He's never been sure how the trees of Chicago know about hockey—trees hear a lot, but it's not like he's ever stopped in a public park to ask one about it.

The Purity Myth by downjune ★

Patrick Kane is a unicorn—the ferocious, foul-mouthed, man-hating kind.

these are the fables on my street by Fahye ★

Patrick makes a fucking superhuman effort, sweeps up the mess of his emotions, and stashes his incipient freakout about all of this somewhere in the back of his mind where he can have it later. When Jonny's back in the driver's seat, and Patrick's had a chance to bring up the whole blowjobs-and-beach-walks issue. Focused on the win, that's Patrick Kane.

Custos by hatrickane

The legend goes as this: The Sorcerer of Mount Custos, the guardian, serves as the protector of the farmfolk.

Patrick thinks it's bullshit.

I have as much soul as you (and full as much heart) by Mayhem10

Jonathan Toews was born with only half a heart. He didn't know that the other half existed, let alone that it was held by some irritating American named Patrick Kane.

A Magical Realism AU

May your past be the sound by elareine

After that, Jonny set some rules for himself.

1. No using his power for himself. That just looked like a slippery slope to him. Helping others was fine, though. 2. Consequently, no manipulating the outcome of a game, no matter how badly he wished to change the way he’d played. That would be unfair and undermine any victories. 3. No relationships with teammates. Not related to the time travel thing, but important enough to include in this list. Just because he could turn back time didn’t mean he had to create any more opportunities for a giant clusterfuck than necessary.

(Five times Jonny travelled back in time, one time he couldn't, and one time he chose not to.)

Like a Leaf That's Caught In the Tide by Frosting50

For more than 200 years the Toews men have been blamed for everything that’s ever gone wrong in the town of Pumpkin Hollow. Or the Practical Magic AU no one asked for.

bring it if you really want it by staraflur

It starts like this:

Well, okay, Patrick has no idea how it actually starts. But as pertains to him (in other words, the important part), it goes a little something like so: America, being a nation composed in large part of a melting pot of immigrants who may or may not have taken over land already owned by others using less-than-savory means, doesn’t have much of a magical national identity. Much less a magical continental identity. There’s no grand heritage going back thousands of years. Magical families home-schooled all their kids until, like, the 1800’s, and tough for the muggle-born, apparently. Hopefully you got noticed by someone who knew what to do with you before you got burned at the stake. Since you probably can’t control your powers, sport.

forget met (not) by hippietoews

“You're remembering him, aren't you?" Pat asks. Jon hums quietly.

After the battle with Pitch, Jon never talked about his memories. He didn't share anything about his previous life with the other Guardians. He knows that they have memories of their own previous lives, but they seem so unattached to them now.

Who they are now is what matters.

Long Way Home by tictactoews

Jonathan Toews is a young heir to the Winnipeg castle and estate, but this comfortable and sheltered life is not what he really wants. When circumstances force him to join a group of Grey Wardens - warriors dedicated to defend the world against monstrous enemies - Jonathan finds a new life and new friends, including two runaways from the neighboring country of Orlais, an old friend who's now back in his life, and a rogue elf who will come to mean more to Jonathan than he ever expected anyone could.

Dragon Age AU. No prior knowledge of the game necessary to read this story.Spoilers (if any) for Origins and Awakening.No spoilers for Inquisition.

the times i spent with you

"Pat plays Quidditch because not playing feels like dying. It's just that simple." Quidditch AU

through the mirrored maze

Jonathan's relationship with his daemon is different from anyone else's.

together again for the very first time by draftingletters

Like, seriously, this is the great fucking irony of Kaner’s life. You’d think it’d be pretty awesome, having powers of prophecy and all that, but all the dreams that end up coming true are so hideously fucking boring. It’s the perfectly natural normal dreams his brain spits out that are fucked up. The kind where he plays for the Ducks, or is a professional florist, or a neon green elephant. Or banging Tazer.

the walls kept tumbling down (in the city that we loved) series by altri_uccelli

“Patrick wonders idly what Toews' daemon is; something like a python, maybe, or a bird of prey. It would just figure if it were a hawk, Patrick thinks in disgust; he's already starting to hate Toews a little so he tries to dial it back. Then he notices a big cat—some kind of, like, mountain lion—sitting well apart from the other daemons. It's watching the ice intently, and if Patrick had anyone to bet with, he knows where he'd put his money.”

+ fighting dragon remix ★ by altri_uccelli

A month ago, Jon thinks: a month ago he hadn't even heard of daemons, hadn't yet had his life turned upside down by a talking otter and a boy with dimples and the smoothest skin he'd ever touched and secrets held close behind long-lashed blue eyes.

world enough and time

The effect is instantaneous: Jonathan jerks forwards, gasping, and over the white-noise screaming his eyes are wide and frightened and fiercely alive. In that instant Patrick thinks, clear as a bell, god, he’s gorgeous. Fuck. (A Pushing Daisies AU.)

For fic inquires. Rec me a fic? Happy reading!

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eternalstereksecretsanta · 6 years

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Happiness Was Foretold

@definefreakforme | AO3 | I was stumped until I found the prompt, “I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?” on the A03 Writer's facebook group. Hopefully this was - somewhat - what you were hoping for! Happy Holidays!

“I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?”

Derek looked up from the book in his lap, frowning.

Stiles was staring at him with the most perplexed expression, brows furrowed and mouth screwed up. He looked like he’d sucked on a lemon.

“What? Kissing me? I think I’d remember that.” He would. Derek had wanted to kiss the younger man for at least five years since he’d realised that under all the flailing limbs and word-vomit there was true kindness and bright intelligence. Stiles had become more than a liability; a human in a pack of wolves. He’d become their Emissary through pure determination; his skill with mountain ash only a parlour trick compared to some of the magic users they had come up against since the pack’s founding. But aside from a month of depression at not being as magical as he’d wished, Stiles had been upbeat about everything.

He took what he had and multiplied it, just like the ash.

“I dunno man, sometimes you’re here but not, you know? Maybe someone got your ass werewolf-drunk.” Stiles shrugged and ripped off another sticky note, scribbled on it, and stuck it into the book he had open. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

As teenagers and then as college students the pack had been overly enthused to realise that there were strains of aconite that could emulate a human high. Mixing small amounts into alcohol mimicked the effect of inebriation enough that, as long as they were careful not to share with whatever humans they were partying with, they could feel the buzz as much as any other student. Derek had been roped into aconite shots more than enough times to admit that Stiles was right.

“But that would mean you were either in the same boat or you’ve been holding out on me for however long it took you to tell me this.”

Stiles stuck up a finger, “point.” he ceded. “But I don’t think that was it… See, I remember kissing you, but it isn’t a hazy memory, like if I was drunk or something. It’s… it’s really vivid, like something I can’t ever forget.” He looked up from the next book and cocked his head to the side. The light from the window filtered through his eyes, making them glow honey-gold. “I can’t remember what led up to it or what happened after, but I just remember us laying together somewhere warm and comfortable. You weren’t wearing a shirt — “

“As usual,” they shared a smile.

“ — and you were hogging the… bed? The couch? I don’t even know; it was soft and comfortable and I didn’t want to ever move.”

“Pfft, like that’s new. If you were a Were, you would be a were-sloth.”

“Har har har.” Stiles threw a pencil at Derek only for the ‘wolf to catch it and throw it back at him. The pencil sailed through Stiles’ grasping hands and across the floor. “Jerk.”

“Guilty. But you were saying?”

“Right, so, you and your muscles were hogging whatever soft thing we were laying on and it was super bright. Like, noon-in-the-face bright, but softer? I don’t even know. But we were laying side by side talking about… something… and you just kinda, you know,”

“Actually, I don’t — “ Derek paused, going preternaturally still. “Oh.”

“Oh? What do you mean, ‘oh’? That’s never a good sound coming out of you.” Stiles jammed a pencil between the pages of his book and hurried over to the couch. He threw himself down beside Derek and immediately began looking him over, hands hovering over but not touching. “Does something hurt? Did you get a wolf-boo-boo?”

Derek grimaced and shoved Stiles’ face away with his palm.

The Emissary laughed and latched on, grabbing the arm and tugging until Derek was forced to follow him down or pull away. He let the younger man pull until they slid off the couch and onto the pile of blankets folded beside the couch. Stiles had pulled an all-nighter the night before and Derek, upon finding him out cold and sprawled face-first on the ground with his ass in the air — like usual — had tucked him into the couch under a mound of blankets.

The pile was soft and warm from the sunlight pouring through the bay windows in the library of the Hale house. It was warm and comfortable, though maybe a little too warm. Derek sat up, ignoring Stiles’ grumbling, and tugged his shirt off. He tossed it onto the couch and toed his socks off before settling back onto the blankets with a sigh.

In the years since things had settled the pack had allowed themselves to get comfortable. Touching was commonplace, as were cuddle-piles. Even Stiles had become accustomed to sleeping in a pile of bodies and blankets. At one point in his life the idea of settling onto a mound of blankets beside a shirtless Derek Hale would have had him checking into the hospital for a psych eval. But now these kinds of interactions were the highlight of his week.

Stiles jammed one bare foot between Derek’s shins, wiggling until his toes made it through to the soft press of his calves. The man was a walking heater and his perma-frozen toes were happy to take advantage. Derek grumbled but squeezed his legs together in a pseudo hug that Stiles appreciate.

“So tell me more. What’s the epiphany that caused the ‘oh’?” Stiles prodded Derek’s cheek and the ‘wolf snapped at the digit playfully.

“I remember it too.”

“Oh!”

Derek snorted and the two of them dissolved into giggles.

“You’re a dick!” Stiles swatted at Derek, still grinning.

“But so are you, so it’s perfect.”

The wide grin on Stiles’ face made him light up. “ We’re perfect.”

“Mmm, exactly.” There was a pause where Derek sucked in a breath. “Do you remember when we met with the Vancouver pack? That was what, four years ago? Their Emissary went on about how unmated alphas were loose cannons and they needed a mate to anchor them. I was pissed, but I couldn’t just tell her to shut up.”

“Because there was no sense in ruining the peace treaty we’d literally just spend months getting them to sign.”

Derek nodded, humming. “But then she wanted me to drink this tea, right?”

Stiles’ eyes went wide and he straightened. “Oh! Yeah! I remember that stuff! It was like, minty and fruity and kinda burned the whole way down?” He made a face. “Not the worst thing I’ve ever had, but it was definitely something special.”

“Stiles, it was magic tea , of course it was special!”

Stiles grumbled and shoved at Derek’s shoulder. “Shut it. What about the tea?”

The wolf grabbed at Stiles’ hand and held it between his own, running the tips of his fingers up and down each one of Stiles’. “She said it was for balance, for knowledge; that the tea would show me the future I needed and what I needed most in the world.” He shrugged and laced the fingers of one hand together with Stiles’. “I thought she was full of shit but… But I drank the tea and… I saw us.”

“Us? Like, what kind of us?”

“LIke you said, we were laying down somewhere warm and comfortable. I wasn’t wearing a shirt and you looked like you’d just pulled another all-nighter. But we were laughing and happy. And…” Derek focused on the small dark splotch of a mole on Stiles’ chin.

“And you kissed me.”

Derek nodded and lay still. He listened intently to the beating of Stiles heart, listening to it ratchet up to a fast pace only to slow and even out. He heard the whoosh of an intake of breath and felt the warm heat of Stiles’ exhale.

“You kissed me and held me close. You said you loved me. You said…”

“I said I wouldn’t know where else in the world I would ever want to be because all I wanted was what I already had.” Derek looked up into Stiles' eyes, finding them wet with tears. He felt the telltale prickle behind his eyes and moved to wipe at them only to realise he was still holding Stiles’ hand.

“And did you mean it?”

Derek started and frowned, mouth open in a moue of surprise. “Of course I do. Did. Uh… both?”

Then he nuzzled close and pressed his lips to Stiles’ in a soft, caressing kiss. They parted after a moment with a wet sound, rubbing the tips of their noses together.

“I can’t imagine anywhere else I’d ever want to be.”

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okay so I put together this theory, from a combination of my fascination with early human development, and my love of zoology. Idk, I’m not really a genius, somebody else has probably written a book on it, but as I see it:

human beings rose/survived, because men help women. It is not a woman’s place to help a man… women are the ones doing the important work and the true labor, and part of why humans are so successful is because men evolved to be women’s helpers. see, alright, I don’t want to make a really long post, but basically, as brains get bigger, babies A: are more difficult/dangerous to birth, and therefore are born at an smaller/more helpless stage of development and B: have a lot more brain to develop and therefore take much longer to mature mentally, resulting in much longer childhoods. THIS MEANS: a mother’s level of care in raising a baby becomes more intense, and lasts longer, and, importantly, begins to overlap more and more. You wind up with more than one helpless child at once. Modern great apes can’t have 10 overlapping children, because they reach adulthood in about 7 years and are totally incapable of caring for five or six offspring. They do face the beginning stages of this issue and sometimes have one infant and one other child at the same time - and what we see is, (for example) chimp daughters go through a stage of wanting to hold babies and sort of play “mom” which is very convenient for a tired mother chimp who could really use the occasional baby sitter. The boys don’t help much. The boys wind up having to go live with all the other fighty young adult boys in their own group (that’s chimps - baboon boys have to go off solo to find another group that doesn’t know how shitty they’ve been, and other apes have other situations, but baboon and gorilla daughters go through the babysitter stage like chimps).

“Alpha” males (such a stupid designation) do engage in some fatherhood activities, bit it is pretty minimal compared to what the mothers do. Humans though, started having babies… while they had toddlers, while they had an eight-year old, all while their oldest two kids still required care… and at some point they needed a lot more help Now when you look at when that difficult overlap of children started happening in early humankind, it coincides with a steady decline in sexual dimorphism. (I don’t want to talk down to anyone, but sexual dimorphism is when animals of the same species are very different shapes depending on their sex, look at orangutans for an example of this)

^^^mom^^^

^^^dad^^^

See, most male mammals are sort of built to fight and fuck, and that about ends their usefulness to the species. So even in purely vegetarian gorillas we see enormous canine teeth only in the dude gorillas, and they are about twice the size of the lady gorillas; they are mostly big fighty motherfuckers who spend 90% of their lives just sort of hanging around in case anybody needs any fighting or fucking.

^^^look at the size and shape difference between mom and dad here, and mom doesn’t have the same kind of fangs - below, you can see the difference in not only teeth, but the sagittal crest, that bone mohawk that lets strong biting muscles anchor to the skull. Both eat the same exact diet of leaves, the big pointy teeth and strong biting muscles are for fighting

(Unsurprisingly the big males in apes of all kinds often sort of bully their way into getting/going/doing whatever they want, and for some reason male humans observed this and thought it was leadership. I’ll have to do a whole other post on the leadership dynamics of social mammals, because the bull does not lead the cows my friends…) ANYway as humans got bigger brains and more intense childhoods, men started getting much less comparatively fighty, and more equally sized/shaped. Humans became less sexually dimorphic. Not all the way, obviously, but a LOT, especially compared to a great many mammals. You can see a discrepancy in sexual dimorphism even between chimpanzees and the bonobo chimps whose males no longer fill the fight function (it’s easy to tell from their physiology that both male and female bonobos aren’t fighting as much, and as we all know, everybody in bonobo society is taking on the fuck role). Take a look, bonobo males and females are much more similar to each other than we see in classic chimps, being nearly the same height with much less of a weight difference.

We can see similar things happened in early-human / pre-human species like Australopithecus, a lessening of dimorphic physicality

Clearly the men weren’t doing as much fighting. What were they spending their time on? Well, as I pointed out, right at the same time they were losing their fighting adaptations, the children were needing a lot more care. I think early human men weren’t fighting as much because they were too busy being dads

So my theory is this: protohuman women started having several children a few years apart, who needed more care and supervision for longer. The helpful daughter behavior probably became even more selected for. Soon, any mother who had a son who was also interested in helping with his younger siblings had an advantage in raising successful successors.

And any boy who grew up helping to raise his younger siblings, or being partially raised by an older brother, those boys were going to be more apt and able to help raise their own children later in life, giving that family a real advantage. At the same time, if most of the men were helping raise children, it would have left previously “male” activities with less individuals to do them. I believe men being active in child rearing combined with natural human social adaptability to solve this, by raising more daughters to fulfill those “male” roles as needed.

Female gorillas cannot fight off leopards and other gorillas nearly as well as male gorillas can, the males are literally 200 pounds heavier and have serious physical adaptations for deadlier biting. Female humans, on the other hand, can pretty much do anything male humans can do, partially due to a lessening of sexual dimorphism.

(Similar forces are at play with meerkats - everybody helps with the kids, everybody fights in territory raids, and as you can see in this picture of two meerkats mating, there is very little difference in physical size or shape)

Basically, I believe that men stepping up to help women is the very thing that enabled us to become human, and that women being perfectly capable of doing whatever men can do is the human trait that allowed that to work so well. if men couldn’t fill nurturing parenting and familial roles as needed… and if women couldn’t be anything a man can be… I don’t think humans would have become humans.

Bigger brained children with longer periods of helplessness would have died off and we never would have developed increased intelligence and evermore cooperative and complex social dynamics. So for a man to be a good father/son/brother/partner/community member… for a man to help do all of the things that women do daily, I think is one of the most truly human things a man can do. And for a woman to decide to do anything a man would do, is again, the epitome of being human. Our ability to easily fill roles other more rigidly gendered primates would struggle to fill is a quintessential aspect of our humanity. We’ve only come away from that model in the last few thousand years after more than 3 million years of sticking with it,. Men accepting their role as women’s helpers and child care providers is still the best way to bring the species back in order, imo. THAT’s “just human nature”. THAT’s “just biology” and that’s the theory that sort of presented itself to me in the course of my personal studies.

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flagged every time I reblog the original (you know, the good one with the notes and tags and stuff)

trying this post again, this way to see if it gets flagged and because I would like to be able to put it back on my timeline whenever I want and for it to be reblog-able, that’s the whole point of this website – and so far I’m not seeing it on the pages of people when my notes tell me they reblog it

#science and nature #sex and gender #human development #reboot of a flagged post

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