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logicallyblind · 11 months
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i love you like the ashes in my cigarette box (stackson)
Re: Your tags - IMO science created chimeras cannot become True Alphas due to the whole beyond the supernatural rules thing. But that's my headcanon so you can do whatever you want, just wanted to add my take. 😉😅💖
with a level of apprehension stiles felt was entirely valid for the situation at hand, he swung the door open to reveal jackson whittemore in all his glory, looking not a little worse for wear standing on his porch with a shirt slashed across the front, blood staining the previously immaculate fabric.
stiles’s fingers tightened their grip minutely on the doorframe, eyes raking across the body before him taking in the slowly healing injuries littering his abdomen and the gash still sluggishly expelling blood along his left jaw.
the other said nothing, eyes fixed firmly on a spot just past stiles’s shoulder with an apprehensive expression plastered onto his features. stiles let out an sigh he could only describe as world weary as he pushed the words past his lips;
“what are you doing here jackson?”
for a moment, the other didn’t answer, expression tightening a fraction before he too released a breath and raised his eyes to meet stiles’s, heartbreak evident even to stiles who no longer had access to jackson’s micro expressions. had stiles not been standing as close as he was he would have missed the word that left the other;
“sti-. mieczyslaw..i….i need help”
((extract from the au that’s taken up residence in my WIPs folder since the second day i got into teen wolf lmao, childhood friends to enemies to friends to lovers type vibe going on here but also a deep dive into the psyche of these damaged boys. i also carry the hc that jackson’s parents were absent as hell when he was growing up and because of that he spent a lot of time at the stilinski’s until claudia died, this was arounf the time that jackson also found out he was adopted so it was just not a good time for either of them and the friendship rotted until there was nothing left to salvage. OR IS THERE *queue dramatic music* lmao))
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ninjanervana · 2 years
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The Spark and his Wolf
"Stupid fae doing stupid things and taking my stupid wolf," Stiles grumbled. "The nerve." He trudged through the Preserve, carefully making his way across the uneven ground. It would be his luck to trip and fall, bash his head on some rock or tree root and leave Derek trapped forever in the Seelie Court. He did not spend the past two days researching and planning and preparing for his plan to fall apart at the last possible moment. It had taken a lot convincing and a few threats to get the pack to let him go alone, assuring them that he would howl if he needed them. He snorted softly at the thought; if they couldn't hear Derek trapped in the Preserve, he doubted they would hear his human howls. But whatever it took to convince them not to go with him, he would do. He had to be the one to go after Derek. Adjusting his grip on the wicker basket he carried, he headed deeper into the forest, occasionally glancing at the crude map he had drawn.
The thing about the Seelie Court, and fae in general, is that if they don't want to be found, they won't be. Stealth was one of their greatest strengths, the way they had survived hundreds and hundreds of years under the noses of humans. Between that and their magical ability to create entire realms in places that should be physically impossible, the fae really weren't someone you wanted to go up against. But they had taken his wolf, snatched him while he ran in the Preserve, and that was not acceptable. Thankfully, his spark and fae magic were of the same family, evening out the playing field a bit. Hopefully it would be enough.
Stepping around a massive tree, Stiles sighed in relief as he saw a faint shimmering coming from a small hollow in the trunk. It was a blink and miss it glimmer, but it was enough for Stiles to know that he was in the right place. Adjusting the sword strapped to his back, he squared his shoulders as he stepped into the tree. His stomach swooped as if he had stepped off the edge of a cliff, his breath leaving him in a whoosh as colors raced past his vision before abruptly stopping. He fell to his knees panting, his basket fallen beside him. "Holy shit," Stiles groaned as he pushed himself to his feet, his vision wavering for a moment before settling again. The Seelie Court was bright and noisy, filled with fae chattering about. A hush fell over the room as he was noticed, all eyes turning to him. "So much for a silent approach," he murmured as he made his way through the crowd, his eyes scanning the room for Derek. As he began to worry that he chose the wrong portal, he spotted Derek shackled to the wall, his body slumped in exhaustion as a fae lounged against the wall beside him.
"Hello traveler," she said as she straightened up, approaching Stiles. She was a bit shorter than Stiles, but she moved with power, the type of person who was used to being respected and feared. "It has been a long time since we have had a visitor find our home. You must be special."
Stiles's eyes glowed white briefly before flickering back to their normal brown. "It depends on who you ask," he replied easily. "I have been called determined. Loyal. Maybe that is what makes me special. I don't let go of what is mine easily."
"Oh, a little spark has come to visit us. You are special indeed." She smiled cruelly as she circled him, her teeth sharp. "And you believe we have something of yours?" she mused. Chuckles ran through the room at her comment, amused at the conversation.
"Yes, the wolf is mine," he retorted, biting his tongue to hold back a sharper retort. He could feel the eyes of all the fae on them; he had to tread carefully if they were going to get out of this mess.
"You should take better care of your things," she tsked as she moved back to Derek's side. "Otherwise, they could get lost. Or broken."
"Or stolen," Stiles added tartly. "Rest assured, I will keep a better eye on what is mine. That is a promise."
The woman hummed softly, brushing a fingertip against Derek's cheek. "Not all lost things are regained, even if found. I think I will keep your wolf. He is quite handsome, isn't he?" she commented, flashing a smile over her shoulder at Stiles. "He would fit right in with us. He could dance with us forever, bask in the beauty of the Court."
"My wolf doesn't like dancing," he answered, his fingers flexing as he resisted the urge to draw his sword. He knew if Derek was conscious, he would have flinched away from her touch and the mere thought made his blood boil. He could definitely take on one, maybe two of the fae with it. But he was vastly outnumbered. "He's not one for Court either. He's kind of an introvert who likes to work on his car. The Court is no place for him."
"My wolf, my wolf," she sneered, "Call him by his name if he is yours. He does not wake to your voice. Maybe he has eaten from our table, drunk from our cups. Maybe he wishes to stay at Court. Maybe he doesn't want you."
"The chains holding him to the wall would suggest otherwise," Stiles snapped. "My wolf is smart, clever. He would not eat your food or drink your wine. Nor would he give you his name and neither will I. I am his spark and he is my wolf. And I have come to take him home."
She moved quickly toward him, standing nearly chest to chest with Stiles. "What claim do you have to him?" she snarled.
"He is my mate," Stiles snarled, pulling his shirt collar aside to expose his mating bite. "And I am taking him home."
A shocked murmur ran through the crowd, the sound quickly growing as Stiles's words were passed from one person to the next. There was one thing that he found consistently throughout his research to get Derek back, one fact that popped up over and over as one of the only things that could help them: Fae respect mate bonds.
The fae stepped back quickly from Stiles, her expression darkening. "Your mate? He chose you?" she sneered.
"Will you stop me from taking my mate home?" Stiles asked, ignoring her comments as his eyes glowed white. "Because if you try to, I will burn this Court down; that is a promise."
She glanced around uneasily at the crowd, listening to the comments around her. "Take him," she spat after a long moment, throwing a key at Stiles's feet. "He is not worthy of staying here if he would pick one like you as his mate."
Stiles waited until she walked off into the crowd before bending to pick up the key. He wanted to get Derek out of there quickly, but didn't want them to notice his unease and fear; it would be like blood in the water to sharks.
"Kochanie," Stiles murmured as he unshackled Derek's wrists, gently guiding his arms down before patting his face. "You need to wake up; we need to go." It took a few minutes to finally rouse Derek, his tired eyes fluttering open slowly. "There's my mate," he sighed in relief, grabbing a bottle of water from the basket he brought and opening it. "Come, you need to drink this and we need to get the hell out of here, like now."
"Sti?" Derek mumbled in confusion, shakily holding the bottle of water. "How did you get there?"
Stiles snorted lightly as Derek sipped at the water. "Do you think there's a place you can go that I wouldn't follow you to?" he asked. "I'd follow you into hell to bring you back home."
"Sap," he teased quietly, reaching for his hand and squeezing it lightly.
"Yeah, yeah," he laughed, hauling Derek to his feet. He drew his sword with one hand, using the other to drag Derek's arm across his shoulders. "Come on, we have to get going. The pack is gonna freak out if I'm not back by moon rise and I have no idea what time it is down here. Let's go home."
"Home," Derek sighed, tucking his face against Stiles's neck briefly. "Yeah, let's go home."
Also posted on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/39040227
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cryptid-intraining · 3 months
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the entirety of the Stick Season album is so incredibly Stiles Stiliniski coded
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derangedangel · 6 months
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Why y'all gotta put two bad bitches against one another (Scott McCall and Stiles Stiliniski).
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hadontmindme · 1 year
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I know dob couldn’t come back so they had to write stiles out of the movie, but what on God’s earth went down to make Lydia, yes his ex but also someone very important to him, Scott, his best friend, Malia, his ex and also his friend, HIS FATHER, Derek, who held on to his jeep, or literally anyone else not contact him this entire time? Stiliniski almost died like 12 times and no one calls him? The Nogitsune, the thing that once literally possessed him is back and no one is like “hey heads up”? ALLISON COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD AND DEREK DIES AND NO ONE TELLS HIM? This man abandoned his jeep, his prized possession, which is also so ooc. WHAT HAPPENED TO MAKE IT THIS WAY?!?
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fem!stiles stiliniski doesn’t work - you know why?
he faints at the sight of blood.
And what do women do monthly?
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sterekfor-life · 3 years
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* on a pack metting *
Jackson: so I was thinking....
Stiles: well that's a new one.
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purecanesugar · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Corey Bryant, Theo Raeken, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale Additional Tags: Spark Stiles Stilinski, Blue Eyed Wolves, Pre-Slash, Sort Of, Getting Together, world building, Panic Attacks, Forgiveness, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Derek Hale/Paige Summary:
“A wolf's eye's turn blue if they willingly spill the blood of an innocent. It's a warning, a curse."
Corey gasped but, to Derek's absolute shock, Stiles scoffed. He looked at Stiles sharply, who was rolling his eyes.
"No, they don't, and no, it's not," Stiles said with absolute certainty.
Derek tried to figure out what he was feeling for a moment, until it hit him—fury. How dare a human tell him what this means? But before he could gear up to fight, Stiles grabbed him by the chin, holding his face and staring right into his eyes. "Just listen for a moment? I know, big guy, I know why this hurts, but you need to hear me before you call me an idiot, okay?"
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sparksandsourwolf · 2 years
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blackcat-creations · 4 years
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{ like if you plan on using any of these, please do not claim as your own. c:@blackcat-creations }
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autisticheadcanons · 5 years
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Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Malia Tate/Hale, and Liam Dunbar from Teen Wolf are all autistic!
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everything-withered · 5 years
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Stiles for your ask thing!!!
How I feel about this character
I love him with all my heart. He's a smartass idiot who's hilarious, snarky and been through The Most. My favourite alias is "the boy who runs with wolves" and that's just so many levels of awesome for me.
All the people I ship romantically with this character
Derek. I'm a one-ship kind of girl.
My non-romantic OTP for this character
Lydia, Erica and Jackson, because they'd all be better best friends than Scott.
My unpopular opinion about this character
I hated that Stydia was canon to some degree because it perpetuated that pining after someone somewhat obsessively who doesn't even really know you is okay, and just...ick.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
THAT HE WAS MAGIC. BECAUSE HE IS.
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shxnwei · 6 years
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Pepper Potts, Thor Odinson, Luis!
ahhh thank you!! I love doing these / v \
Pepper Potts: top 3 fave characters
oh god how do I choose?? If we’re discounting all the tv shows, and looking only at the MCU specifically, then Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers and Shuri, I think! But otherwise I’d have to throw in Matt Murdock in there. And Elektra Natchios. And Loki and T’Challa and Wanda Maximoff and Ruth Aldine (from the comics) and then Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy and John Proudstar (from X-Men) and this could go on for a while 
Thor Odinson: most attractive character?
Matt Murdock From a feature film, definitely Bucky Barnes ✨✨✨ 
Luis: favorite Chris?
Chris Evans bc he can’t stop screaming from a rooftop abt the injustices about the world but also bc he’s a giant, soft boi that’s really outspoken about mental health and all around is such a sweet, soft person (especially when there are dogs around) 
Marvel Asks!✨✨✨ 
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mystic-scripture · 6 years
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For @god-dammit-barb / @charlieoswin Charlie was the one that inspired me to rewrite my own teen wolf fanfiction to be better! So Thank you so much for making me fall in love with the character all over again, both  mine and yours. <3
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karazrel · 7 years
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unfairytale | m.a.w
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beaniekt · 6 years
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“You really have to learn not to trust a fox. Know why? ‘Cause they’re tricksters.
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