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queenwooooof · 1 year
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alyssa’s post just reminded me how much people would vilify allison because of her actions against scott and derek and their packs (due to her family’s manipulations) as if she wasn’t a teenager only recently thrust into that world and had no idea about fuck all except the lies she was told and the evidence she had at face value
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soft-fella · 2 years
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believe me I totally get dms being absolutely insane and scary haha! t een w o lf has me in a choke hold too though so I’d love to chat about it any time lol!!! (i literally restarted the series today…after finishing a rewatch less than two months ago) :,)
You mentioned music association and dude same lol, I have a whole playlist that’s like hours and hours of songs that just remind me of specific characters and whole albums that remind me of ships….I am unwell
ME WHEN I AM UNWELL TOO OMG i have a couple too many teent woofl playlists and the majority of them are campy early 2010s songs because i’m obsessed w the early 2010s.
UGH anyways i could go on. i shouldn’t but i could.
also i must warn u anon, and probably everybody else too, im not a big scott fan (i don’t really like tyler p00se y), i think derek should have been the main character, and i refuse to watch past season 3 😗 (i have tried watching past s3, and failed miserably) so i hope and pray dearly that u don’t mind too much🙏
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tired-teddybear · 5 months
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teen wolf as b99 quotes
*lydia’s party in s2*
lydia: why is no one having a good time? i specifically requested it.
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isaac, to lydia: derek told me not to let him get hurt tonight, so i’ll keep him away from you.
later
stiles: have you seen lydia?
isaac: lydia died eight years ago.
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derek: oh, are you and allison no longer…
scott: smushing booties?
derek: …yes that’s exactly how i was going to phrase my sentence, scott.
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stiles: we gotta get to hospital and we gotta get there fast.
jackson: then i should drive.
scott: why you?
jackson: i have nothing to live for and i drive like it.
stiles: …okay, let’s do it.
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stiles: all right, give me your hair-dryer.
allison: what?
stiles: don’t you carry one in your purse?
allison: have you ever met a human woman?
stiles: …*calls lydia*
lydia: hey, stiles.
stiles: hey. do you carry a hair-dryer in your purse?
lydia: of course. i’m not an animal.
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stiles: you think you can just bully people, but you can’t. it’s not okay.
stiles: i’m the bully around here. ask anyone.
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erica: i’m not a stone cold bitch.
erica: i’m a natural, beautiful presence.
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stiles: do you know how many basic bitches would kill to have the same personality as me?
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peter: we can go to my apartment. no one knows where i live.
derek: i thought you had stiles over once.
peter: yeah, it was fun. i moved the next day.
peter: he would way too easily use that information against me.
stiles: he’s right, i would.
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scott: stiles, i screwed up, big time.
stiles: scott, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.
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kira: ‘writing things down’ is nerdy!? what do you do?
malia: i just forget stuff like a cool person.
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allison: you are disturbingly good at this.
lydia: i grew up forging report cards.
lydia: if people knew how smart i was, it would have been harder to control them.
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stiles: are you a minor? how old are you?
liam: i’m 610. i’m a highlander.
stiles: okay, you know what? i’m gonna put that in there.
stiles: and then you’re gonna be tried as an adult highlander, and they’re gonna cut your head off.
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erica: what do you look for in a guy?
stiles: i don’t know, real stuff. shape of his ass.
erica: yeah that tracks
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scott: i straight up drove him off, big screw up on my part.
derek:
scott: i’m trying this new thing, where i just own my mistakes. i like it, do you?
derek: i did. until you bragged about it.
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boyd: you searched for ‘cheapest date possible’.
stiles: and i wear that search like a badge of honor.
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scott: wow, your handshake is quite firm.
kira: i took a seminar.
scott: where?
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stiles: a parsec is actually a measure of distance. that’s one of the many inaccuracies in the ‘Star Wars’ universe.
malia: and what’s ‘Star Wars’?
stiles: oh boy.
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scott: okay- no big deal, five days is nothing. i’m not afraid to be alone with my own thoughts.
scott: my thoughts are awesome. die hard 6 on a cruise ship… pizza bagel restaurant…
scott: my father never loved me, i’m gonna die alone.
scott: oh boy, that escalated quick.
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stiles: well, remember when you told me not to burn down the precinct?
sheriff stilinski: you burned down the precinct??
stiles: no, i had the fire put out almost immediately. this is a success story!
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stiles: peter, this isn’t High School Musical.
scott: yeah, peter, this isn’t High School Musical 2.
stiles: yeah, and it isn’t High School Musical 3: Senior Year.
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boyd: i’m fine at parties.
boyd: i just stand in the middle of the room and don’t say anything.
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derek: i only feel one emotion, and it’s anger.
isaac: last night you drunk-texted the whole pack a bunch of heart emojis.
derek: …out of anger.
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stiles, to jackson: no hard feelings. but i hate you.
stiles: not joking. bye.
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lydia: give me the ring.
stiles: ha, you sound like Gollum.
lydia: that means nothing to me.
lydia: i don’t see those movies, i’m too pretty.
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stiles, walking out after a pack meeting ends: sexy train is leaving the station.
stiles: check out this caboose! later, sluts.
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scott: look at me. do not blow this for us.
random dog that allison hit with her car:
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peter: i really miss these people, the whole pack. stiles, scott…
peter: …i forget all their other names.
derek: *judgemental eyebrow raise*
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wolfspurr · 8 months
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Heatwave (1983 words) by Wolfspurr Chapters: 1/3 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Hot Weather, Making Out Summary: A heatwave hits Beacon Hills and the whole town decides to start coupling up. Stiles isn't sure if it's the best thing that's ever happened to him or the worst. Excerpt:
It has to be supernatural.
The blanket of heat that’s settled over Beacon Hills is an oppressive, sticky kind of hell so unpleasant that it can’t possibly be a natural phenomenon. It can’t. If it’s not supernatural, then it can’t be defeated, and if it can’t be defeated Stiles is going to have to live through it.
It has to be supernatural.
Summer is supposed to be over, and even at its peak the temperatures hadn’t spiked this high. This is Beacon Hills; it isn’t supposed to be like this. What’s worse, school is back in session, so Stiles can’t spend his days lounging in Lydia’s pool with the rest of the pack in between supernatural threats. There’s homework to do and classes to attend, and for some godforsaken reason Beacon Hills High hasn’t seen fit to upgrade its air conditioning system at any point within the last two decades.
Which is to say it’s hot.
Unbearably hot.
The air is so thick he can practically cut it. It’s stifling. Suffocating. No matter how many cool showers he takes, a couple of minutes later there’s a tacky sheen of sweat prickling uncomfortably over his body again, an unattractive flush rising on his skin as blood rushes to the surface in the vain hope of being cooled down. All he can do is fan himself ineffectually with whatever’s closest to hand and pray to whatever higher being might be up there for it to end.
It’s not just the heat, it’s the humidity. It might actually be driving him insane, and Stiles is pretty sure he isn’t the only one.
It makes no sense. In this climate touching anyone else should be the last thing on anyone’s mind, but things in Beacon Hills seem to have been heating up in more ways than one. It’s not enough that the town is hotter than Satan’s balls, the heat seems to be messing with people’s minds as well, burning away their rationality and overheating their senses until they reach boiling point and hidden feelings, secret urges start to bubble over. Everyone is pairing up, finding someone to press themselves up against in discrete corners, empty rooms, the middle of the damn hallways.
Everyone except for Stiles.
Scott and Allison are so hot for each other they seem to have taken up permanent residence in the supply closet during school hours. Yesterday he walked in on Erica doing unspeakable things to Boyd in the depths of the library stacks, and he’s pretty sure he even saw Harris sneaking into an abandoned classroom with the new school secretary at lunch.
It can’t be normal.
And this is why Stiles is sprawled in front of his desk, cursing his laptop for the heat it’s churning out into the sauna he now calls a bedroom as he throws himself into research. Magma creatures. Volcano spirits. Lusty heat demons. Something has to be causing this misery. Keep Reading
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thotpuppy · 2 months
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Triskelion Reign by ThePurebloodPrat
Chapters: 1/? Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Prince Stiles Stilinski, Prince Derek Hale, King Derek Hale, King Peter Hale, King Regent Peter Hale, Political Alliances, Political Drama, Political Intrigue, Court Politics, Open Relationships, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Minor Derek Hale/Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd & Derek Hale Friendship, Minor Derek Hale/Vernon Boyd, Minor Derek Hale/Erica Reyes, Alternate Universe - Harem, Penis In Vagina Sex, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Gratuitous Smut, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Mpreg, mpreg is not a significant plot element, Age Difference
Summary:
"Since the day Stiles had reached the age where his womb could become fertile, he’s expected this duty to arrive. He knew his hand would be given to a suitor not for love, but for political security. Such is the way of a monarch born with a cunt between their legs." ----- At sixteen, Stiles is as prepared as possible to be given away as a tool for political alliance. He's not terribly happy with the choice of destination, but he knows his duty is important to more than just himself. Derek is the Crown Prince of his country, but has been held back from ascending to the throne for years by his uncle, the King Regent Peter. Peter is doing everything within his power short of assassination to keep his hold on the crown. Stiles has no idea what he's walking into, entering his marriage only to be faced with suspicion, confusion, and possibly subterfuge at every angle. He must work to navigate this foreign political landscape while balancing duty, emotion, and tactical conversation at every corner. Not to mention the mysterious, fantastical tapestries that tell the story of the Hale lineage, perhaps more literally than he'd thought.
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dirtymuse · 2 months
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I'M WRITING ANOTHER STEREK FIC…
This one is a little different than the other fics but still ABO. There's not as much kink and more of a slow burn. It's kind of a culty religious story with ritualistic sex? I don't know if that makes sense or what I was thinking when I wrote it. 🤲🧎‍♀️🐺
DEBAUCHERY AND DECORUM
Chapters: 15 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Repressed Society, Slow Burn, Ritualistic Sex, Arranged Marriage, Dubious Consent, Light Angst, Religious Fanaticism, Just the Tip, Anal Plug, Restraints, MPreg (mentioned), Abuse, Minor Violence, Non-Consensual Sexual Touching, Blood and Violence, Violent Death, Masturbation, Object Insertion, Object Penetration, Vegetables, Sex Toys, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Possessive Derek Hale, Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Breeding, Knotting, Claiming, Mates, Mating Bites, Multiple Orgasms, Come Inflation, Oral Sex, First Time Blow Jobs, Come Marking
Summary:
Stiles is a first-class citizen of the Kingdom. He’s held in the highest regard and treated as a precious doll. Stiles thinks he’s a prisoner. He’s watched every waking and sleeping moment of the day to make sure he maintains the proper decorum of an Omega.
When he’s gifted to Alpha Lord Hale, he thinks his days of a lonely, lustful Omega are over. But there’s nothing ‘sexy’ about his marriage, not when the sex is observed. It’s a function to further an elite bloodline. It’s a ritual—The Ritual—with privacy sheets and attendants who witness the pathetic joining between an Alpha and his Omega.
Stiles is destined to never feel a hard cock in his hand, not even his own. He’ll never have an orgasm and never have that aching emptiness deep within him filled. Or will he? 😉
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Together, Apart
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Summary: Derek knew Stiles was his mate the moment they met. Unfortunately, his mother and Alpha had rules he has to follow when it comes to courting, keeping them apart for years.
Tags/Warnings: Mates, Mating Bond, The Hale Family (Teen Wolf) Lives, Cora Hale & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Mutual Pining, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Courting Rituals, Werewolf Courting, Alpha Talia Hale, Strict Parent Talia Hale, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Stiles Stilinski Finds Out About Werewolves, Bad Parent Talia Hale, Marriage Proposal
Pairing: Sterek (Minor Laura Hale/Jordan Parrish, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall)
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 14844
Written for @sterekreversechallenges Sterek Reverse Quickie 2022. I loved the beautiful art by @delete-risks and am so glad that I was able to claim it and weave this story! Thank you for inspiring me.
And a huge thanks to my awesome beta, @lalelilolusworld
Read on AO3
Read all of the Sterek Reverse Quickie 2022 Fic Here!
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asterekmess · 1 month
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New Fic Out
Title: Oh My God, They Were Cell-Mates Rating: Explicit Chapters: 1/? WC: ~2.1k (For Now) Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Pack Bonding, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Mentioned Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Mentioned Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Has Nightmares, Work In Progress, Angst, Aftermath of Torture, Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale, Self-Esteem Issues, all around honestly
Summary: Stiles’ last moments in the light were spent being yanked down a bland beige hallway by the back of his jacket while a stupidly amused, clammy-handed hunter monologued at him.
“We’ve got a full house,” he joked, “so I hope you don’t mind sharing a room. He doesn’t bite.” Then, with an honest-to-god snicker, he added, “Much.”
If that weren’t enough to get Stiles’ heart pounding, when the door at the end of the hall was opened, it was onto a pitch black room. There was a single step down that he inevitably tripped over, and then something in the heavy shadows began to growl.
My Notes: This is a work in progress, one of the ones I've mentioned considering posting. I've been working on it on and off for about three years, and felt it was finally time to share, even though it's not done yet.
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triskhellion · 5 months
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15 Shades of Red
Rated: Explicit (3.5k | WIP 1/18)
Relationships: Derek/Stiles, Stiles & Isaac, Derek & Malia, Derek & Isaac, The Family, background Boyd/Erica, Lydia/Jackson/Danny, Heather/Kira
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Talia Hale, Peter Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Kira Yukimura, Heather, Cora Hale, Laura Hale, Matt Daehler, Braeden, etc.
Tags: POV Stiles, POV Derek, Graphic Violence, Mob AU, Spark Stiles, Omega Derek, Mob Boss Stiles, Mob Boss/Pack Alpha Talia, Creeper Stiles, Power Imbalance, Sharing a Bed, Touch-Starved Derek, Getting Together, Angst & Fluff & Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Blood, Kidnapping, Torture, Past Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Minor Character Deaths, Explicit Sexual Content, (Mostly) Bottom Derek/Top Stiles, Virgin Derek, Light BDSM, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Knotting, First Time Bottoming, Murder Husbands, Mpreg (in epilogue,) Happy Ending.
Summary: Derek is the 23 year old omega son of Alpha Boss Talia Hale, the only non-alpha born to the Hales in at least four generations. Restricted by his overprotective mother after a past kidnapping and misunderstood by the alphas and betas of the Pack, he longs for more than the boring life he's been consigned to and the suitors only interested in him for his name or body.
Stiles became the head of the Stilinski branch of the Gajoš Family at 19 after both of his parents were gunned down six years apart. With the help of a talented group of friends, the secret Spark with a newly powerful and disturbing Gift took down a slew of rivals to keep control of his territory in Beacon City. Now 21, the infamous Boss with a love for the color red is suddenly given an opportunity to bring the object of his affection, a completely oblivious Derek, into his Family as restitution for an unintended, but significant offense by the Hale Pack. He takes it.
Equiknots: Harvest & Hunter's Moon prompts: 18, Between, Corn Equal, Hunter, Knot, Sanguine, Spice, Super & Travel
Stiles
His cool, calm, and collected demeanor was at odds with the anxiety and anticipation roiling inside. Stiles learned years ago to school his facial expressions, to quiet the fingers that itched to drum on any surface, the feet to tap, or a leg to bounce. At least in public. There were the odd lapses, yes, but he couldn’t afford that today. He had to be the Boss, play the unbothered Blade of infamy. 
Of course, the facade alone wouldn’t be worth a damn while in the company of werewolves, but he had other tricks up his sleeve. Or more accurately, hanging from a simple black cord around his neck; the thin, metallic, rune-marked disc the size of an old silver dollar resting flush against his sternum and tucked beneath layers of clothing. A white sleeveless v-neck under a long-sleeved red dress shirt, the shade of which he often used to signal his mood or the tone of the day’s business. (But not always, it wouldn’t do to be completely predictable, not to mention that circumstances often turned on a dime.)
Today he wore a vibrant scarlet, including a matching tie, with his signature charcoal gray 3-piece suit. Bold and triumphant for this was a momentous occasion. Stiles doubted he could’ve engineered a better opportunity himself than the one poised to fall into his lap. Hopefully literally in the not-too-distant future if he played his cards right. 
And to think this had all been set into motion by sheer happenstance after more time than he cared to admit spent daydreaming trying to scheme up some kind of proper introduction over the past few years. But there was always some reason why it wasn’t a good time or likely to backfire if not cause a capital I Incident. There was also the part of him that would rather be able to keep his fantasy alive than risk the possibility of being shot down (and not only figuratively.)
But then eleven days ago his childhood best friend, Scott McCall, had been Bitten by Peter Hale. 
The werewolf had been out of his mind at the time, drugged by a pretty face working for a rogue Calavera with some specialized strain of wolfsbane and made to go temporarily feral. An excuse for Hunters to “justifiably” attack the powerful Pack no doubt. Without his human side in charge to temper his ambitions — he was strong enough to become a Pack Alpha himself if he’d wanted to — the Left Hand of the Hales went looking for someone to Bite. His first Beta.
For some baffling reason he’d ended up going for Scott when he came across the veterinary student, who was entirely unsuitable for “the life,” walking with a date in the park. The terrified 21 year old managed to call Stiles just before he was actually attacked and when he was found by Isaac in some bushes soon after, bloody but healing, the Boss and Enforcer both knew exactly what was happening. 
Isaac had been turned without consent himself several months before, but that Alpha had meant it as punishment for some slight, thinking either Stiles would turn on the new wolf or be killed by him. Instead he restrained Isaac with his power, threw him in a basement room, and slapped a silence rune on it. Then he made a concealment token to keep the change in status under wraps. They quietly figured it out with help from Alpha Satomi Ito, an old friend of Stiles’ mother, and once the blue-eyed wolf had learned enough control they took care of that asshole themselves.    
It didn’t escape his notice that despite all of Scott’s issues with him following in his parents footsteps that it had been Stiles that he had called when his life was on the line. So it goes. They’d started growing apart after his mother was killed and the rift between them widened as they continued going through very different experiences. No matter how many times he tried to explain the concept of a power vacuum — that even if he, or previously his father, had wanted to run away from it all that more people would actually be hurt if they did so — Scott just couldn’t understand. 
And so Stiles never even considered trying to bring him into to fold or tell him about Isaac being a wolf too. That he could find a pack here or that there were even ways to stick around without one. He called up Satomi and she had him on the way to some sleepy college town in Virginia within a handful of days. 
Honestly, the whole situation was for the best for both of them. Scott could go be uncomplicated and enjoy his new lack of asthma with a laid back pack on the other side of the country and Stiles wouldn’t have to worry about him not being part of the Family, but possibly being targeted as an associate. There’d be no more sending anyone to babysit him from afar as he ambled about sketchy parts of Beacon City blissfully unaware of not being mugged either. 
And so here he was. The Hales had contacted him apologetically once they realized what had happened and to whom and he’d let them stew for a few days before responding.
The barest smirk tugged at his lips as he observed the Alpha Heir, Laura Hale, attempt to discreetly scent his emotions, her nostrils flaring slightly as she feigned engrossment with the large painting taking up much of the wall behind his side of the table. The imagery of the Crooked Forest in Nowe Czarnowo on a misty morning was both deeply meaningful for him and an interesting conversation piece for the relatively few guests allowed within these walls. It would likely be quite some time before those gathered here returned again, if ever.
His amusement increased at the wrinkle deepening between her brows when she picked up nothing at all, huffing and turning to side-eye the short red-headed woman speaking with her younger sister, Cora, at the other end of the room. As far as those outside the Inner Circle of the Family knew (or Great Eight as Erica insisted,) Lydia Martin was the Stilinski emissary and responsible for any of their mage craft.
Dearest Lydia was indeed their emissary, his representative in matters both supernatural and mundane. She did also possess magic, though the exact nature of her abilities — that she was a banshee — was yet another closely guarded secret. But it was Stiles himself that created their magical implements, set their wards and, when need be, used his significant abilities to eliminate their threats.
The only people who’d witnessed him in action, enraged and eyes shining the rich burgundy of venous blood, were his most trusted Family and the soon to be dispatched recipients of said power. (The occasional innocent bystander didn’t count because their memories of the event would be wiped clean. He wasn’t entirely amonster.) 
Aware of how requesting attendance by the entire Hale family, lowercase f, would seem an insultingly blatant trap he had sent a blood-spelled letter witnessed and effected by a Notary Mage. He, Isaac, and Lydia — the Head, the Hand, and the Voice of the Stilinski Family — had pricked their thumbs with the small ceremonial dagger and bled beside their signatures on the thick parchment, swearing that there'd be no violence against the Hales by them or those in their service, or with their foreknowledge, on pain of death. 
For a span of 7 hours, equally before and after the meeting’s start time of noon, they could not strike. Unless the Hales attacked first, of course. They weren’t idiots.
Stiles still hadn’t been sure that they would come though, perhaps insisting on meeting in neutral territory instead. He would’ve agreed to that if he had to, but this made things so much simpler. More contained and less prone to erupt in violence or involve outside parties.
The Stilinskis and Hales weren’t formal allies, but they weren’t enemies either. Some minor altercations between underlings aside they had no quarrel with each other, even cooperating when their interests aligned from time to time or giving a heads up about some mutual rival. 
The officiated blood-spell must’ve been enough for the Hale’s own emissary, Druid Alan Deaton to proclaim them safe enough even within another organization’s stronghold. The placid Black man in a forest green suit was currently observing everything from the sidelines and also keeping tabs on Lydia in particular. If he only knew.
In addition, they were allowed to bring a dozen soldiers with then; three were currently posted inside the room, two outside the door, and the other seven were split between the front and back entrances and on standby with their vehicles. He also knew, courtesy of his tech wizard, Danny, and head of security, Boyd, that the Steiner twins (jokingly referred to as Arts & Entertainment) were waiting with a small arsenal just beyond the property line about half a mile away in case things went south. 
The heirloom oak and bronze grandfather clock chimed out the hour and the gathered werewolves turned to him expectingly, but he only looked toward the door and went back to reading the papers spread before him. With every minute after noon the tension grew and at 12:07pm Peter Hale finally broke the silence. 
“Apologies,” he said, tone making clear that he wasn’t the one who should offer them. “But if we could start…” 
Stiles raised an eyebrow. “Everyone hasn’t arrived yet.” 
The four Hales looked at each other with surprise and discomfort. The druid’s gaze sharpened. 
“You mean Derek and Malia? But wh—“ Peter began.
“Was the invitation not clear?”
“Yes, but they’re not really involved in this level of business,” said Laura, looking towards her mother as the Hale Alpha merely stared at him in silence.
Oh, I’m aware he thought disapprovingly, eyes intentionally flickering to the not-yet-18 year old Cora.
“Nevertheless, this matter affects them as well,” Stiles said, wearing what he hoped was a small, pleasant smile. “So if you could have them come per our agreement—”
“We would greatly appreciate it,” added Lydia, trying to soften the sharpness of his tone and keep things from devolving already. 
The dark haired sisters shared an annoyed look as Peter sat tight-lipped in his seat. After several moments Talia broke eye contact and nodded to Laura. The Heir pulled out her phone and sent a few texts, snorting a minute later at the response. 
“They said they could get here in about 25 minutes, but only by coming straight from the gym.”
Isaac looked over to him and chuckled.
“We promise not to take offense,” Stiles said, quickly banishing the thought of a flexing, sweat drenched Derek before it could fully form. “Refreshments will be served shortly in the meantime.” 
He stood and nodded to Liam who’d been waiting near the entrance for any requests and the young soldier hurried to the kitchen. 
“Excuse me while I attend to a few things in my office. Feel free to explore the library in the drawing room,” he said, gesturing to go through the archway on the right side and across the hall.
He walked over to Isaac on his way out. “Come get me when they arrive.” 
Derek
He was at the power rack about to attempt a new single max low back squat when his and Malia’s phones chimed simultaneously. Always a good sign, Derek thought sarcastically as he let out a long sigh. What now?
His cousin, who had been racing on an elliptical nearby like an angry T1000 with John Connor in its sights, hopped off and grabbed her phone and water bottle as he continued to fume about the interruption, sure that his workout would be cut short.
Coming to the gym, like running beta shifted or blasting his music, was how he took the edge off the unmet needs and burned through the negative emotions that he lived with as a matter of course. The regular focus, control, and clearing of his mind also made it that much easier to mute the “outgoing” of his bonds and hide his interior world from the Pack’s scrutiny. Their well meaning, but frequently misapplied concern, especially his mother’s.  
“They need us at the Stilinski meeting as soon as possible,” she said after reading the message. 
Derek groaned and made a point of completing his lift, though his form was shaky in his annoyance. He’d heard of the letter “requesting” they all attend, but last night when he asked what time he should be ready to go he’d been assured that their presence wasn’t necessary. His presence, really. If she weren’t his usual bodyguard he bet they’d have taken Malia along. It wasn’t that he particularly wanted to go, but he resented being summarily excluded. Again.
Growing up, Derek had never felt like a stereotypical alpha and being months past his 16th birthday he’d been worried about presenting as a beta, who tended to take longer to reveal their secondary sex than alphas did. Not because he thought there was anything was wrong with betas, but because he knew what it would mean in his family. He didn’t want to be different. Othered. 
Not once though did he imagine that he could be an omega. Between Hale genetics being what they were and the rarity of omegas in general (and male ones in particular) it was so beyond the realm of possibility that that particular fear hadn’t even crossed his mind. Then came that first humiliating heat. 
Derek had been playing video games in the den downstairs when it started, not recognizing the first symptoms. Feeling just a bit off he’d taken a nap on the couch only to wake up a few hours later confused and burning up. Simultaneously very uncomfortable and extremely horny, not to mention damp where he’d never been before. It was frightening. 
Ten year old Cora had wandered in to play with her action figures and been alarmed to see him sweaty and groaning and yelled that he looked really sick. Peter had been the first to investigate and after several moments of shock had started laughing and offered to find him a “knotty boy” in front of his now present and scandalized mother.
He’d ended up locked inside an interrogation room with an inflatable mattress and some sheets and a blanket. Laura ran out to hastily purchase some random toys for him and then put them inside with snacks and water, but no one came around to make sure he ate or drank for longer than was healthy. They hadn’t known better.  
Every wolf born in the past four generations of the main Hale family, all 30 of the 37 descendants of his great-grandfather Desmond Hale who had presented before him, had been alphas. (So had the three since.) The only non-alphas in their bloodline had been the mates of those born Hales, mostly betas and a handful of alpha-alpha pairs. There were just two omegas over that time frame: the wife of one of his second cousins and a deceased great uncle-in-law. 
His beta father, Aaron, had been “blamed” for the anomaly having had an omega grandfather as well as a baby brother and two female cousins in his family. He’d died from smoke inhalation saving a handful of strangers from a house fire several years before Derek presented and had been cut off from his family when he mated the infamous Talia Hale, so they’d had no close and trusted source of advice and firsthand information. Oh, they’d read articles and browsed web forums and asked Deaton (who was not at all well versed in the subject) about it, but his family simply hadn’t really known what to do with any omega, much less a male one. 
They’d muddled through, but not without plenty of scars to show for it, mostly on Derek’s end. All of the times when they treated him differently and shouldn’t have, especially after he was kidnapped at 17 by a gang led by a supernatural-hating fanatic.
His mother had been overprotective before then, but when they got him back — bruised and traumatized, but before the worst had happened — he could barely take a piss without someone hovering nearby. 
Derek was steered away from or outright denied any position that might put him “at special risk” as an omega, which was practicality everything of rank or actually interesting. He would not be trained to be Laura’s Second as was customary for the next born nor sent on missions or even errands. If he were more technologically inclined he could’ve worked his way up in Intelligence, but torrenting foreign tv shows and troubleshooting the wifi were about the extent of his abilities. Anything related to their less-than-legal operations were off-limits as well. Unsafe.
No, Derek’s contribution to the Pack was in “Procurement and Supply Management,” i.e. making sure that the Manor and their other private or commercial properties never ran out of pasta or printer ink or toilet paper and that the lights stayed on. He also sometimes floated around filling in for members in Document Control or Internal Mail or did grunt work for the accountants. Sterile and boring.    
Conversely, the one area where they should’ve taken his omega status into account they regularly failed to do so. Acted as if the same level of physical bonding and affection they normally engaged in would be enough for him. At least some of the pack had learned that omegas required more, knew that intellectually, but habits being as they were it generally hadn’t been the case in practice. 
After getting met with annoyed glances or told that someone would come by later and have them never show he simply stopped asking after a while. Cuddling with his sisters once or twice a week while watching movies or tv shows and the occasional touches from his mother had kept him going, but he’d been low to mid-level touch starved much of the time and occasionally worse.
Since presenting Derek always felt at least somewhat apart from the pack as whole. He’d been teased by Peter and the beta soldiers, Aidan and Ethan, who often accompanied him before Malia was of age. He’d overheard certain comments from several others and withdrew even further inside himself, becoming more and more skilled at locking himself away.
What was the point of letting on exactly how dissatisfied and disconnected he felt? Things wouldn’t actually change, there’d just be some grumbling and there-theres and attempts to fix him instead of the situation. 
Things had definitely improved when Malia arrived and had been amenable to random cuddling, but he still held himself back from doing it as often as he wanted to in fear of being a burden. 
No one had been more surprised that Peter had a child than the playboy wolf himself, an alpha coyote-wolf hybrid that had long since been abandoned by her mother. She’d been a hellion of a street kid, causing all sorts of mischief and lashing out while trying to survive, until one day she’d ended up hauled in before the crew leader in charge of protection. 
There was something about her, perhaps certain notes in her scent or something vaguely familiar in her appearance or manner, that gave Finstock pause before delivering the standard beating — non-life threatening or severely damaging — for a shifter her age. The wild-haired Bitten wolf was eccentric and prone to randomly bringing up his lost testicle, but had an uncanny sense about things and kept order in the streets, neither too soft nor overly cruel. Inquires were made, fingerprints and DNA ran, and surprise, congratulations, it was a bouncing baby snarling 16 year old Hale! 
It didn’t take long for her and the then 19 year old Derek to gravitate towards each other, coming from two very different upbringings, but both outsiders in their own way. Malia was trained up and when she turned 18 became his primary bodyguard and the rest was history. 
“C’mon, lets’s bounce,” she said, poking him in the shoulder. “ASAP means ASAP.”
“ASAP also means no shower or change of clothes,” Derek growled, lamenting that Hale Manor was in the opposite direction. He could’ve been there as presentable and on time as everyone else, but nooo. The most he could do was towel off some and slather on the deodorant he had in his bag.
“They’ll just have to deal,” she replied, shrugging. Her lack of concern for propriety was one of the many things he loved about her, but the rules were different for him. Oh well, the only wolves there would be family so perhaps he wouldn’t get that kind of shit for it. Hopefully the Stilinskis had been informed in advance and wouldn’t take their appearance as a slight.
“I guess so,” he muttered, wiping the barbell down quickly before tossing the towel in the used bin. They headed outside and he unlocked the black Camaro in the spot upfront reserved for him. Sliding behind the wheel, he strapped in and started it up as Malia pulled up the directions on her phone. Here we go.
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The Mark Of A Different World
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52309321 by stereksterek “You’re delusional, Stiles. And you need sleep.” “I am not delusional! And I don’t need sleep either! I just need to figure out how we’re going to save the Nemeton from dying! Deaton hasn’t got any ideas, and Lydia’s stumped too! Ha! Stumped! Get it? See! I’m fine! A tired person wouldn’t be able to use wit like tha-” Stiles suddenly found himself yawning mid-sentence, and he’d officially decided that he’d never hated his own body more. But even more than that, he hated the smug expression on Derek’s face. And he immediately jumped to defend himself. “That proves nothing! One yawn is an anomaly! Two yawns is a coincidence. And three yawns is a pattern. As long as I don’t yawn three times, we’re good!” Derek flashed his red eyes and began advancing on Stiles. ___ Or the one where through a series of events involving the Nemeton, Derek and Stiles learn that the world is a better place when they’re together and not apart. Words: 7182, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Cora Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Alan Deaton, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale, The Nemeton (Teen Wolf), Nogitsune (Teen Wolf) - mentioned Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski (implied) Additional Tags: sterek, Mates, Werewolf Mates, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Dimension Travel, Multiple versions of characters, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Anchors, Alpha Derek Hale, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Love Confessions, Happy Ending, First Kiss, Claiming Bites, trigger warnings in notes, Kidnapping, Near Death Experiences, Guns, minor blood and violence, Wolfsbane Poisoning, Death read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52309321
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Here’s a list of my OC’s for farcry 5, this will be updated as soon as I get a chance. Be careful it’s a long one! Also, please note that not all of these are posted, but I will get there eventually. 💗
Pink: Farcry 5
Purple: COD
Red Dead Redemption 2: Green
OC MASTERLIST
Farcry 5:
Eden’s Gate:
Clarissa Jane Montgomery - Elizabeth Olsen
Jordan Max Miller - Oliver Jackson Cohen
Jasmine Estelle Copeland- lili Reinhart
Travis Silas Warren - Michael vlamis
Landon Kane Romero- Danny Ramirez
Sarah Eliza McCoy- Michelle Randolph
William Jace Montana- Richard Madden
Caleb Xavier Wilder- Charlie Hunnam
Mac Zane McCoy- Luke Mitchell
Easton Blake Beckett- Harry jowsey
Dakota Liam Warren- Daniel Sharman
Ashlynn Valerie Watson- Hannah Dodd
Corbin Aron West - Charles melton
Kaitlynn Erica Coleman- Willa Fitzgerald
Hannah Emilia Fowley- Katherine McNamara
Trystan Elias Moore- fory Gutierrez
Nate Felix Bradshaw- Timothy granaderos
Lilith Rose Collin’s- Faith Collin’s
Sadie Mae holland- hassle Harrison
Dominik Rhys Dawson- Jack o Connell
Ava Marie Ridgeton- Emma Robert’s
Brian Alex o’ Neal- Cody Christian
Mark Kol Spencer- Hasan Piker
Dalton Lane Sullivan- George Mackay
Madeline De Rosa- Camila mendes
Matthew Axel Hannigan- Jenson Ackles
Aurora Alice Lockwood- Rachel Keller
Darius James Sanchez- Ricky Whittle
Josh Brando Burkeley- Garrett Hedlund
Valentina Brooke Chambers- Maddison Brown
Don Lee Sulivan- Callum Turner
Dezerae Fae Weaver- Kennedy Walsh
Cassie Rae Quinn- Sydney Sweeney
Jack Samuel Randall- Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Minor OC’s:
Tammy Miller- Emily Blunt
Jeff Miller- Henry Cavill
Janae Copeland- Katie Siegel
Conner Montgomery- Wilson Bethel
Colt Holland - Sam Heughan
Jett Bennett- Luke Grimes
Austin Ridgeton- Joel Kinnaman
Rebecca o’ Neal- lulu antariksa
Maverick De Rosa- Diego tinoco
Ethan Dodd- Brenton Thwaites
Spencer Parker- Kj Apa
Micah Anderson- keiynan lonsdale
Londyn Graham- Hannah Van Der Westhuysen
Jemima Jeffries- Jaz Sinclair
Resistance:
Noelle Erin Ward- Adeline Rudolph
Jayson Owen Dodd- Matthew Daddario
Lana Jade Rojas- Scarlett Leithold
Jodie Alexandra Wright- Lex Scott Davis
Shay Alicia Pratt- imogen poots
Alyssa Kate Hudson- Camille Morrone
Logan Nico Palmer- Bob Morley
Juliet Paige Fuller- Brie Larson
Roman Javon Phelps- Rome Flynn
Trevor Carlos Warren- Paul Mescal
Odessa Rose Anderson- Greta Onieogou
Ledger Kai Graham- Boyd Holbrook
Marsena Claire Carter - Daria Sidorchuk
Reid ‘Aj’ Ambrose- Phil Dunster
Isla Grace Ryan- Renata Ri
Layla Cerys Hartman- Riley Voekel
Veronica Hope Parker - Abigail Cowen
Kora Eve Randall- Eva Longaria
Camden Cyrus Cruz- Laryoce Hawkins
Valerie Paige Reaves - Sophia Bush
Child OC’s:
Shiloh Seed
Lily Lockhart-McKenna Grace
COD OC:
Harper Beverly Lawson- Lindsay Morgan
Laura Sophia Richards- Vanessa Kirby
Red Dead Redemption 2 oc:
Sierra Jade Salvadora- Kelsey Asbille
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luulapants · 1 year
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I'll do anything to not be productive today. Send me asks for unhinged overcomplicated and controversial analysis of objectively bad media pls.
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Death in teen wolf
First of all, people out here patiently waiting for me to rediscover any love for Teen Wolf are practicing a sort of faithful devotion that apocalyptic cults would envy. You are stronger than any US Marine.
As for your question, this is a great example of why it's hard to engage Teen Wolf in any sort of genuine critical textual analysis without conflating production bullshit with authorial intent.
Because death has no textual meaning in Teen Wolf. Let's start with what I consider to be the "Engaged" era of S1-3b, after which creator involvement decreased and production went to shit.
Major deaths in this era: Kate, Peter, Mr. Lahey, Victoria, Matt, Erica, Harris, Ennis, Boyd, Kali, Jennifer, Allison, Aiden, the Nogitsune
Of these, 50% were "season villains" featured heavily through the season and killed at the end. Of the rest, two (Lahey and Harris) were minor antagonists. Of the remaining five deaths that we might actually care about, two (that we know of) were because actors wanted to leave the show, not because of narrative intent.
And, of course, we must acknowledge that over a third of them came back from the dead. Why? Because it made sense in the narrative? Or, as I suspect is the case, simply because the actor was popular and/or asked to come back.
Now look at the number of characters who "left the country." I like to think of this, sardonically, as a Teen Wolf euphemism for death the way that "going west" or "riding off into the sunset" is a euphemism for death. Isaac was sent off to a nice farm in France where he'll have lots of room to run around, you see?
When a character died vs. "left," we had about equal odds of them coming back, and those odds had nothing to do with whether their resurrection/return made sense in the TW universe or narrative and everything to do with whether the right handshakes happened off-screen. Theo came back from Literal Hell while Kira, who ostensibly went to live in a cave a day's drive from Beacon Hills, was never seen again. Stiles is such a fan favorite, he can literally never be properly written off, despite the fact that the actor is almost certainly never returning. I haven't watched the movie, but I know Derek dies at the end, probably because Tyler Hoechlin was a producer and doesn't want to return - but in this franchise, death is no escape, baybee!!
What's my point?
In the S4 deadpool plotline, one-episode characters were dying left and right. By S5 there was a literal pile of dead bodies, to the point that, by S6 when people were being disappeared from Beacon Hills, my first thought was, "How is there anyone left to take??" My point is that, for minor characters, there was no emotion or humanity in death, only plot. For major characters, there wasn't any plot either, only contract disputes and popularity surveys. Of course they killed Boyd instead of Isaac. Isaac was a pretty white boy and therefore a fan favorite. Daniel Sharman got to keep his job until the second he didn't want it (half a season later), at which point Isaac went to that farm in France, meanwhile Sinqua Walls got fired and Boyd died.
My point is that Teen Wolf was a poorly-produced scripted show by a network that had never done a scripted show before, which lived and died by market research and product placements and which had no internal stability. My point is that, in an environment like that, it is nearly impossible to create a story with a cohesive narrative intent or any thematic value, and the cast of the movie is proof that, even out from under the shadow of MTV, the story cannot recover. That cast list, I bet you anything, is identical to the list of TW actors who were still sending Jeff Davis Christmas cards at the time he closed the deal with Paramount. I loved Allison as a character, but she didn't come back from the dead because that was the story that needed to be told. She came back because Swamp Thing didn't get renewed.
Death doesn't mean anything in Teen Wolf.
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Thanks for the tag, @lucky-bishop!
I wish I had one good snippet from some of my larger WIPs, but instead I seem to be flitting.
Starting the next chapter of Leave the war with me:
The hospital descends into minor chaos when Boyd’s grandmother and Erica’s parents show up. Derek feels his control slipping as he watches them go, but does his best to look reassuring when they turn back before being ushered out. The urge to howl abruptly subsides when Stiles squeezes his hand. 
A single line of dialogue for the final chapter of Spell on you:
"Did he seriously go on a date with another necromancer? I told him they're a bunch of no good perverts."
Another single line for the Soft Peter series:
“Mm, thank you, Stiles. Your compliments look good on me.”
THERE HAVE BEEN BETTER DAYS OF WRITING, BUT:
I know you want to share your snippets no matter how short and sweet, tagging you in, fic writers.
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WIPBB 2023 - Fic & Art Master List (S - Z)
Below is the master list of all the bragging rights/posts that were posted to Tumblr and Dreamwidth, organized alphabetically by fandom from S to Z. Please go show these people some love for all the hard work they did!
Star Trek
Deep Space 9
Free Advice Is…: Fic | Art (Odo/Quark)
Way Harsh, Ziyal: Fic | Art (Julian Bashir/Elim Garak, Jake Sisko/Tora Ziyal, Jadzia Dax/Kira Nerys)
Discovery
How We Remember: Fic (Art Is On AO3) (Keyla Detmer, Joann Owosekun, Airiam, Sylvia Tilly, Michael Burnham)
Novels (Beyer)/Prodigy/Voyager
The Universe to Mend: Fic | Art (Denzit Kathryn Janeway/Q, Hologram Janeway/Maquis Chakotay)
The Next Generation
Begin to Hope: Fic | Art (Beverly Crusher/Deanna Troi, Implied Data/Geordi La Forge)
Star Wars
Legends
The Book Of Kenobi - Part I: Fic | Art (Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Original Female Character(s), Obi-Wan Kenobi & Original Characters)
Original Trilogy
Scoundrel: Fic | Art On Dreamwidth | Art On Tumblr (Luke Skywalker/Han Solo)
Prequel Trilogy
Cabur'ika: Art (N/A)
Entrusted With This: Fic (Art Is On AO3) (Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Jango Fett & Jaster Mereel)
I just want to go home: Fic (Quinlan Vos/Obi-Wan Kenobi)
Rebels
The Last Fear: Fic (Art On AO3) (Jenson Kallstrom/Eagle Eyed Dan, Kallus/Zeb)
The Clone Wars
Ahtehn: Art (Dooku | Darth Tyranus/Quinlan Vos)
GFFA: Fic (Quinlan Vos/Fox, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Cody)
Where do you run when you’re at your limit: Fic (Kit Fisto/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Cody/Mace Windu/Quinlan Vos, Depa Billaba/Luminara Unduli)
Sequel Trilogy
Color Coded: Fic/Art (Kylo Ren/Rey)
Death Comes To Call: Fic/Art (Kylo Ren/Rey)
The Gray Between Black and White: Fic/Art | Art (Kylo Ren/Rey)
The Mandalorian
Pyroclasts: Fic | Art (Din Djarin, Grogu, IG-11, Peli Motto, Cara Dune, Original Droid Character)
Stargate: Atlantis
Roundabout Way to a Family: Fic | Art (John Sheppard/Laura Cadman)
Stargate Atlantis/Stargate SG-1
Journeys all Start Somewhere: Fic | Art (John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell, Evan Lorne/John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell)
Stranger Things
Love’s Such an Old-Fashioned Word: Fic/Art (Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler)
Supernatural
After Apple Picking: Fic | Art (Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Mentioned Dean Winchester/OCs)
I’ll Find Him Through the Depths of Space: Fic (Still Posting) | Art (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
One Last Curse: Fic (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Supernatural/Black Mirror
Hang The Author: Fic | Art (Castiel/Dean Winchester, Amy/Frank)
Teen Wolf
A Pauper's Prince (Revised): Fic (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski)
Better Off Bread: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Art On-Site) (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski)
Hands Off, He's Mine!: Fic (Art On AO3) (Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)
Hunting the Hunters: Fic | Art (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski)
Intarsia: Fic | Art (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski)
the family you choose: Fic/Art (Peter Hale/Chris Argent, Background Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski)
Under My Skin: Fic | Art (Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore, Stiles Stilinski & Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale)
Untitled Swan Stiles: Fic | Art (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Danny Māhealani/Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes)
Ted Lasso
Load of Whites, Hand-Wrung: Fic (Art On AO3) (Nathan Shelley/Bex, Secondary Ted Lasso/Rebecca Welton)
The Hunger Games
Every Spot Reminds Me of You: Fic (Art On AO3) (Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark)
Feed the Beast: Fic (Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Minor Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy)
The Legend of Korra
Legend of Korra - The Winter Soldier: Art (Korra/Asami Sato)
Starvation Paradise: Fic/Art (Iroh II/Asami Sato)
The Wheel of Time (TV)
stars fading (but i linger on): Fic (Art On AO3) (Rand al'Thor/Mat Cauthon)
Word Of Honor
look who i found: Art (Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu, Han Ying/Zhou Zishu (pre-relationship), Han Ying & Wen Kexing, Han Ying & Siji Ducklings, Han Ying & Zhou Zishu, Han Ying & Zhang Chengling)
to the roots of something greener: Fic | Art (Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu, Han Ying/Zhou Zishu)
Yuri!!! on Ice
Light At The Edge Of The Galaxy: Art Post 1 | Art Post 2 (Phichit Chulanont & Katsuki Yuuri, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov)
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It's finished! Chapter 3 is now up and can be found here.
Heatwave (7355 words) by Wolfspurr Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Hot Weather, Making Out, Getting Together Summary: A heatwave hits Beacon Hills and the whole town decides to start coupling up. Stiles isn't sure if it's the best thing that's ever happened to him or the worst.
Excerpt: It has to be supernatural.
The blanket of heat that’s settled over Beacon Hills is an oppressive, sticky kind of hell so unpleasant that it can’t possibly be a natural phenomenon. It can’t. If it’s not supernatural, then it can’t be defeated, and if it can’t be defeated Stiles is going to have to live through it.
It has to be supernatural.
Summer is supposed to be over, and even at its peak the temperatures hadn’t spiked this high. This is Beacon Hills; it isn’t supposed to be like this. What’s worse, school is back in session, so Stiles can’t spend his days lounging in Lydia’s pool with the rest of the pack in between supernatural threats. There’s homework to do and classes to attend, and for some godforsaken reason Beacon Hills High hasn’t seen fit to upgrade its air conditioning system at any point within the last two decades.
Which is to say it’s hot.
Unbearably hot.
The air is so thick he can practically cut it. It’s stifling. Suffocating. No matter how many cool showers he takes, a couple of minutes later there’s a tacky sheen of sweat prickling uncomfortably over his body again, an unattractive flush rising on his skin as blood rushes to the surface in the vain hope of being cooled down. All he can do is fan himself ineffectually with whatever’s closest to hand and pray to whatever higher being might be up there for it to end.
It’s not just the heat, it’s the humidity. It might actually be driving him insane, and Stiles is pretty sure he isn’t the only one.
It makes no sense. In this climate touching anyone else should be the last thing on anyone’s mind, but things in Beacon Hills seem to have been heating up in more ways than one. It’s not enough that the town is hotter than Satan’s balls, the heat seems to be messing with people’s minds as well, burning away their rationality and overheating their senses until they reach boiling point and hidden feelings, secret urges start to bubble over. Everyone is pairing up, finding someone to press themselves up against in discrete corners, empty rooms, the middle of the damn hallways.
Everyone except for Stiles.
Scott and Allison are so hot for each other they seem to have taken up permanent residence in the supply closet during school hours. Yesterday he walked in on Erica doing unspeakable things to Boyd in the depths of the library stacks, and he’s pretty sure he even saw Harris sneaking into an abandoned classroom with the new school secretary at lunch.
It can’t be normal.
And this is why Stiles is sprawled in front of his desk, cursing his laptop for the heat it’s churning out into the sauna he now calls a bedroom as he throws himself into research. Magma creatures. Volcano spirits. Lusty heat demons. Something has to be causing this misery. Keep Reading
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Want You Bad - Day 5
This is part of a series for #sterekvalentineweek - I would suggest reading them in order.
What you can generally expect - hilarity, chaos, mishaps, slow burn, strong language, and vague descriptions of some minor criminal activity.
I hope you have as much fun on this adventure as I did!
Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4
It was Stiles’ usual night out with his friends. They were at their usual bar, and, of course, discussing his latest case - or, as many of the details that he could legally share.
Danny was laughing at his anecdotes, and adding his own. Erica and Boyd were snuggled up and being snarky. Isaac was making quips at Stiles’ expense. Jackson was reminding, for the millionth time, that he would absolutely not bail Stiles out of jail. Peter and Kira were commiserating about Stiles being their biggest headache, and the drinks were flowing freely. All in all, Stiles was having a really great night!
And really, he could only blame the six beers he’d had for what happened next. And the fact that he had not been thinking at all in that moment.
One minute, he was laughing at something Isaac had said, leaning into Danny for support, and the next, his vision had honed in on Derek and Jordan standing at the bar, laughing to themselves.
It looked like Jordan had his hand on Derek’s arm. They were standing way too close to each other for Stiles’ liking. And then, Stiles was standing from his table, and walking right on over to them.
Sliding right in next to Derek, before Stiles could even realize what he was doing, he leaned up and licked Derek right across the cheek. Then, he turned and stared Jordan down. And Jordan? Well. He just burst out laughing. And that’s when it all hit Stiles.
“Uh…” he said eloquently.
“What the hell?” Derek asked. And all Stiles could do was blink up at him as Derek grabbed a napkin from the bar and wiped his cheek.
“Um. Oops?”
“Oops? Stiles, how the hell is licking me an ‘oops’ situation?” Jordan had calmed his laughter down by now, sort of, and addressed Stiles himself.
“Oh my god, chill out. He’s yours, Stiles. Absolutely yours,” Jordan emphasized, glancing at Derek, who glared right back at Jordan.
“I am not his, Jordan.”
“He licked you. So you’re his,” Jordan said through another fit of giggles. Derek sighed.
“Jordan, you are 35 years old. How are as mature as a 12-year-old?”
“The Stilinski Effect, most likely.”
“Wait,” Stiles said, brain finally coming back online. “Which Stilinski?”
“Yes,” was all Jordan said, with a sombre nod. “Anyway, have a great rest of your night, Stiles.” Then he grabbed the drinks that had been put in front of him, and walked away to a different table, Derek following along.
On slightly shaky legs, Stiles wandered back to his own table, and collapsed next to Danny in a heap.
“Stiles. I know I have given you a lot of flak for how you’ve gone about courting my nephew. But that. That was truly a masterclass in disaster.” Peter was grinning at him like the cat that caught the canary. All Stiles could do was sigh as the others burst out laughing.
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