#[ he is canon div already so ]

[inkwll]

i know baby bender being the ink demon is a very important part of his character in game. but, i don't know if i want to have that be a part of my interp. since i already write the ink demon (albeit focused on batim and not batdr) on my main blog.

thoughts? would any of you be interested in seeing that?

#「 🚂 」 the curtain falls » ooc #[ been debating this for a couple of days now ] #[ would love some other opinions ] #[ he is canon div already so ] #batdr spoilers

[mamoonde]

thinking about a canon div au where lwj goes to yunmeng jiang the summer after gusu lectures, walks in just in time to see a sweaty half-naked wwx, his dirtied training robe left hanging around his waist where it's tucked into his trousers and belt, tousling with equally sweaty and dirty junior disciples (only a handful of them are in equal states of undress).

wwx spots him half a minute later, right after demonstrating the proper archery stance to another disciple. the moment he does, he blinks, then brightens, dropping the bow to make his way towards lwj.

all six feet (how is he suddenly so tall?!) of him, sunkissed skin, toned chest and stomach bare and gleaming with sweat.

lwj can hardly breathe. his right hand is a tight fist behind his back. he imagines his frayed tether to his sanity in his desperate grip.

wwx is in his usual teasing lwj mode, especially now that he's a solid 2 inches taller than lwj (for at least the summer), back turned to his silly shidis shooting kites, revelling in lwj's attention—

his hand moves before he can think, snatching the arrow in midair an arm's length from them.

lwj had been so preoccupied he hadn't even noticed it before wwx had suddenly turned and seemingly plucked it out of thin air.

wwx clicks his tongue. "watch it, guys; i can't have lan zhan thinking i'm a crappy teacher!" he chucks the arrow as though it were a spear, where it lands dead center at a target.

lwj desperately recites the gusu lan precepts about restraint and proper conduct in his head. mostly, he would like to – needs to – lie down.

"but you are a crappy teacher!" one of the disciples retorted. "you all but left us for dead the moment you saw some handsome gongzi!"

"what, am i supposed to choose you stinky lot over a handsome er-gege?!" wwx snorts then turns back to lwj with a grin.

please don't notice my traitorous body, please, please, please, lwj prays desperately.

"sorry about that, lan zhan! these guys still only hit about half the kites—oh? do my eyes deceive me?" wwx leans closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

before lwj can step back to safety, wwx's hand grazes the tips of his ears. end me now.

"my poor dear lan-er-gege, has the yunmeng sun already given you sunburn? your ears are as red as my hair ribbon!" wwx cackles, then grasps his sleeve, tugging him towards the pavilions. "don't you worry, i'll take good care of you, lan zhan! shijie should know where to get salves to soothe the stings."

lwj swallows, wanting to collapse right there and then if that wouldn't only add to his mortification. he eyes the lakes. maybe if he could just stay there the entire summer...

#mo dao zu shi #wangxian #mamoonde fics #mdzs au #mdzs fic #wwx #lwj #an old video of some baseball guy catching a wayward ball while in the middle of an interview made me write this #me 🤝 lwj lying down on the ground very dead #crossposted on twt

[stuckybingo]

Stucky Bingo Round-Up #17 (January 29th - February 4th)

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Steady as the stars in the woods by cable-knit-sweater Square filled: I4 - Team Dad Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: domestic fluff, found family, slice of live, canon divergence Summary: Steve & Bucky have their friends over for a BBQ, Bucky contemplates the idea of family. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

fire escape by sparkagrace Square filled: O5 - self-esteem issues Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: alpine, recovering bucky barnes, established relationship, post-civil war, canon div Summary: There's a cat that keeps coming to their fire escape. Bucky doesn't like it. Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

A Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow by CaptainjimothyCarter Square filled: I2 - Modern AU Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Kid!Tony, World War Threesome, Disney World AU Summary: After an emergency calls Howard away, Tony is dropped off at the Carter/Rogers/Barnes household without little notice. Peggy notices that her poor godson hasn't had much of a chance to just be a kid lately and she knows the perfect cure: Disney World. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Bucky Is Alive by singthebeginningofmoana Square filled: N5 - Battle Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: 2012 Branch Timeline Reality (Avengers Endgame), Grief Summary: Steve hears the words "Bucky is alive", and they have quite an effect on him. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

You Were Smaller by singthebeginningofmoana Square filled: N3 - Free Space Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Overthinking, Steve Rogers Feels, Anxiety, Self-Esteem Issues Summary: Steve worries that people like Captain America better than him. Bucky talks him down from his anxiety spiral. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Bored students get the best ideas by Laevateinn Square filled: Adopted square Jan - Nipple Play Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Moodboard & Drabble, College AU, Nipple Play Temperature play Summary: Bored students look for new things to try out. And sometimes, an innocent walk in the snow-covered park can lead to something... hotter. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

With You by singthebeginningofmoana Square filled: I5 - Didn't Know They Were Dating Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Pre-Captain America: The First Avenger, Fluff, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining Summary: Bucky takes Steve out on another date. Steve doesn't realize it's a date and thinks his feelings for Bucky are a well kept secret. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Does It Make You Miss Her More? by ralsbecket Square filled: N4 - Sarah Rogers Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Grief/Mourning, Dissociation, Steve Rogers Gets a Hug, Team as Family, POV Natasha Romanoff Summary: It was Natasha that noticed first—partially because she was already highly attuned to everyone’s emotions, but mostly because… Because the emptiness in Steve’s eyes was just so unnatural. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

In Sickness, Health, and Spells Gone Wrong by moodymelanist Square filled: N3 - Free Square Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts, crack, steve gets turned into a dog, beta steve, not a/b/o Summary: Steve gets turned into a dog on a mission gone wrong. Bucky handles it the best way he can. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Féadfaidh Triúr Rún a Choinneáil by Astaraiche Square filled: G1 - Selfless Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Creature!Steve, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Alternative Universe - Fantasy, Pre Captain America: The First Avenger Summary: “Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” - Ben Franklin, Poor Richard's Almanack Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

Unrequited by Navya Square filled: G1 - ""Jerk."" Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Battle injuries, gun shots, blood, bad guy deaths Major tags: Hanahaki, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending, Friends to Lovers, Battle Injuries Summary: There is one thing that Bucky Barnes knows for certain and it’s that he loves Steve Rogers. The other thing he knows is that his love will never be returned. After all, the flowers only come when it’s unrequited and surely they can’t be wrong? Bucky loves Steve through the decades and slowly waits for his death. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 6) by cable-knit-sweater Square filled: B4 - Carol Danvers Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: AU: Detectives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hitman Bucky, Undercover Detective Steve Summary: Carol & Sam try to keep Steve out of the crossfire in a political game Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Where Were You When I Was King in This Part of Town? by voylitscope Square filled: Adopted square - Dirty Talk Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Alcohol, age gap, smoking Major tags: Modern, Porn with feelings, Age difference, Workplace romance, Semi-public sex, Light dom/sub Summary: Bucky'd like to cut himself a little slack, he really would. After all, finding out Steve is fifteen years younger than him had been a shock. But Bucky also doesn't like to let himself off the hook for his mistakes. So, he'll be honest about it: dismissively referring to a guy he'd hooked up with, in his office, less than 48 hours ago as a kid? A guy he works with? A guy he still really likes? Yeah, Bucky's gonna go ahead and rank that one nice and high on the list of his all-time stupidest love-life moves. (Or: Bucky probably shouldn't have sex with Steve in his office, continue having sex with Steve after he learns how much younger than him Steve is, start actually dating Steve, or fall for Steve hard and fast. Unless, of course, Bucky should absolutely do every one of those things. ) Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 11) by cable-knit-sweater Square filled: I3 - Clint's Farm Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: AU: Detectives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hitman Bucky, Undercover Detective Steve Summary: Bucky and Steve find some peace and quiet. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 4 #round up 17 #weekly round up #don't forget to fill out the submission form

[carnivoraformes]

//Okay so since i have brain rot for Xiao and his brothers I might do some updating for their stuff;

I am moving Bosacius from a plotting only muse to a muse I don't require plotting for because I am going to make his verse where he survived in the Charm through sheer force of will his default verse because I honestly think it could be interesting. Plotting is still highly preferred so that will also be updated on my canon div. muse list.

Might get around to making verse pages for Bosacius and Menogias.

MIGHT make a verse where Menogias didn't die, but that would be a very much plotting required verse.

Maybe even do a deep dive on how he feels about his siblings and how they just influenced him in general (because yes Xiao definitely looked up to his older siblings fight me in a back alley).

Alot going to update Bosacius and Menogias' shipping labels on my carrd. I think I already made it obvious that Bosacius is strictly heterosexual but I think before the last few years (or centuries) of his life Menogias was actually receptive to having a lover and same with Bosacius, granted in the main timeline I will not be shipping Bosacius with ANYONE. Period. And any ships would have to be set/begin early on to midway in their service to Rex Lapis.

#*conure screaming intensifies* (ooc) //

[resolvebound]

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History:

As one of the Exceed eggs that was sent to Earthland in X778, he hatched alone in a large forest. It didn't take long for some manner of creature to come by and startle him into fleeing and hiding, sending him eventually to the edge of the forest where a small town was settled. The sounds, scents, and people were almost overwhelming to him, yet not enough to scare him back to the forest. He sought shelter in the quietest building he came across, the library. Here, he felt safe.

The librarian, an elderly and kind gentleman named Terrence, found him and coaxed him into coming forward. Terrence cared for him and named him Lector, after one of his favourite scholars. After a little while, it became apparent that Lector was no ordinary cat, that he could potentially talk and fly. Terrence was thrilled to teach him to read and write, encouraging a love of reading and learning. When Lector was a few years old, Terrence decided to enrol him at the local school to help him make friends and socialise.

Lector’s intelligence, and already substantial pool of knowledge, made him swiftly rise to the top of the class. He aced all the tests, and to the chagrin of one of the oldest boys in the class, was found to be adorable by the girls around. Lector’s life began to get difficult from that point. The boy disliked the attention Lector got, and was further incensed when Lector would at times correct him or point out something he was doing wrong. Lector was only trying to help, but it was not well received.

The boy and his friends took to making fun of Lector and pushing him around at any opportunity. One day, they made fun of his wings and how he never seemed to use them (Lector didn’t have very good control of them, they would burst out whenever he was startled or excited, sometimes even just when he sneezed!). The bullies taunted him and challenged him to prove himself by flying a dangerous course. Lector, hoping to earn his place and put an end to the bullying, attempted the course.

It did not go well. He crashed and they laughed at him, soon scattering as it became apparent that he was injured. Lector eventually made his way back home to the library. As he recovered, Terrance asked what had happened, but Lector refused to talk about it, feeling foolish. Terrance, though concerned, did not press the issue, and instead gave Lector collections of stories that he thought might inspire him, books about heroes and bravery.

Sometime after Lector recovered, Terrence fell ill and passed away, leaving Lector alone. The bullying continued and Lector took solace in the books and heroic stories left to him. He dreamed of becoming as strong and capable as the characters in his books. So, when he then began to hear of a new kid around that was strong with magic, he was of course interested. He soon found him, a blond boy, clearly skilled already. Intrigued but wary, Lector watched from a distance at first, soon witnessing the boy standing up to and scaring off the kids that had given Lector so much trouble himself. Lector gathered his courage and followed the boy, requesting to become his apprentice, hoping to learn how to be strong and brave. The two have been together ever since.

Personality:

Lector’s self-confidence grew alongside his friendship with Sting. With such steadfast belief in his best friend, he began to become rather arrogant, as seen in his first appearances throughout the GMG arc. Seeing the battle between the four dragon slayers during the games end in a draw (this follows my canon div for Rogue along with other RP partners divs for the same event), Lector was shaken. He had never seen Sting struggle or be so evenly matched, aside from with Rogue, but what truly stood out to Lector was the way Sting tried for his sake, to honour the promise made long ago. Following the battle and talking with Sting, Lector came to understand that it didn’t matter what the rest of the world thought about either of them, he still believed in Sting and they had each other, that was all that mattered. There was almost a relief to be had, and an acknowledgement that they could both still learn more and achieve more. He was proud of Sting (and Rogue too for that matter), and that was what pushed him to speak to Jiemma on their behalf (which, as we all know, did not go well…).

Later, having seen what Sting went through in the battle, and having faced the possibility of death himself (not to mention then seeing dragons invade the city), Lector reassessed himself and became a little more humble, stripping back some of the arrogance he had walled himself up with and showing more of his true self.

Lector is, at his core, incredibly loyal and well-meaning. He favours logical and practical approaches and can be relied on to have a sensible suggestions, but on the other hand, logic flies out the window when it comes to his friends. He protects and supports them with everything he has, even if it means putting himself in harms way or going against his better instincts. He is slow to warm up to most people, as he and Sting never tended to get too involved with other people over the years and he doesn’t trust easily, however once he deems someone worthy, he is all in. He likes to help others, and in fact sometimes can’t resist helping, which can at times be taken the wrong way. Since the X791 GMG, he has tried to become more open to others.

Misc:

He addresses most people with a title – Mrs, Ma’am, Miss, Mister etc, as he was raised to do so by Terrence as a matter of manners. He uses such titles with strangers, and with people he respects only. He did address Sting as “Mister Sting” for quite a while when they first met. (this is me side-stepping his use of honorifics in canon). Once he is close with someone (or they request it), he drops the title.

Terrence also taught him a lot about tactfulness in the hopes of curbing some of Lector’s troubles with people viewing him as a know-it-all. Lector tries to think before he speaks and usually does well with it.

Obviously, there are limits to his physical capabilities and his hopes of becoming as strong as Sting were short lived, however, he did his own type of training with Sting in order to become a skilled flier and was successful.

He loves strategy games like chess. He loves an intellectual challenge. He has always known that his biggest asset is his mind.

On the same note, he loves crossword puzzles and puzzles in general as they use the brain and he doesn’t have to be ‘strong’ to have fun with and be good at them.

He has excellent handwriting due to learning from Terrence.

He really enjoys drawing and has become very skilled at it. He initially took up the hobby, alongside writing, with the goal of recording Sting’s adventures and achievements in a book.

He loves cooking and food in general and is highly interested in recipes from different cultures and areas. He tends to (subconsciously) associate a person’s cooking skill with if they are a good person or not, as Terrence was a very good cook.

He most definitely has nightmares about Jiemma and about being alone.

He has a variety of different vests, but tends to wear the light blue one the most as blue is one of his favourite colours.

#portrayal notes tag #❰ ⧓ ― headcanon. lector. ❱ #🥰

[ziltoidcoffee]

We've done Terry being jealous of Kumiko. Now: Daniel being jealous of Kreese.

Terry admitted to Daniel at some point that before they met, he was unrequitedly in love with John for years. Daniel doesn't mind Terry and Kreese still being friends, of course he doesn't, that would be silly. And yet whenever Kreese comes to the house for a visit, Daniel spends the whole time hanging on Terry's neck. Sitting in his lap. Generally turning the PDA up to 11.

(All right, anon. I’m not a huge Cobra Husbands romantic shipper, but since it's in their past, fuck it. 🐍 Here’s what I thought of. Definitely an canon div. AU if they got together during KK3.)

For the last hour, Daniel’s been watching a movie with Terry on the couch in his mansion, both wearing matching, red satin pajamas with hand-stitched monograms. He has his head in the older man’s lap with long fingers combing through his hair, each drag sending a warm tingle down Daniel’s spine. The movie is an old black and white noir that Terry likes, but he doesn’t care what film they watch, only that they’re together.

He’s content to spend the entire night here, possibly even fall asleep and be taken to bed. But a door slamming from the other room has Daniel sitting up with a frown, staring at the entrance to the living room. “What’s wrong?” he hears Terry ask, and Daniel says nothing, lying back down. But he can feel his face pulling into a grimace, annoyed by who he already knows will be joining them shortly. Only one person would dare to treat Terry’s house without care and live to see another day.

But just in case there’s any doubt in Daniel’s head, the march of footsteps toward the living room confirms his suspicions, along with Terry’s gleeful, “John! You’re back early!” Daniel can already feel the pang of jealousy turning into bile in his throat. He doesn’t even bother looking away from the movie, knowing the sight of John Kreese will ruin his composure.

“Turns out, my date was a bitch,” John scoffs, and he walks across the room in front of the television. Daniel still refuses to meet his eyes. He never liked Kreese and still doesn’t, especially after what he did to Johnny, or tried to do. But he puts up with the man, acting cordial at the very least since he’s Terry’s closest friend.

“Sorry to hear that,” Terry chuckles, and his hand slides down from Daniel’s hair to caress the side of his face. “Guess we all can’t be so lucky.”

Despite Kreese’s annoying presence, his boyfriend’s words bring a smile to Daniel’s lips. He even turns his head and glances up to meet Terry’s eyes.

Kreese snorts. “Whatever, I don’t care. Plenty of fish in the sea,” he mutters. Then there’s the sound of someone taking a seat not too far away, followed by a happier, “What’re you watching?”

Daniel tilts his head to glance over and finds Kreese sitting in the plush chair beside the couch facing the tv. Great, he plans to stay and ruin their date night for what is not the first time since Kreese moved in with them after his apartment complex burnt down. Terry claimed this was “only temporary” to help out his friend, but after three months, Daniel is starting to wonder if his boyfriend knows what the word “temporary” means.

He tries to hide his discomfort and turns away, sitting up beside Kreese with crossed arms. Not only does Daniel detest Kreese because of his past actions, but he found out a few weeks ago that his boyfriend used to have a crush on the former military captain. He considered moving out himself after that bomb was dropped, giving Terry the silent treatment for almost 24 hours. The only reason he didn’t is because Terry whisked him away for a much-needed vacation in Palm Springs and opened up to Daniel about all his past relationships, baring his heart in a rare moment.

Terry doesn’t seem to notice his aversion, smiling as he slings an arm around Daniel’s waist. “The Frightened City,” he answers. “Pre-Bond Sean Connery.”

“Now that’s a real man,” Kreese comments, and there’s a shuffle of clothes then a click that sounds like he’s lit a cigar.

A second later, the smoke drifting toward Daniel proves him right, and he rolls his eyes while Terry laughs at his friend. “True, true,” he says, like Kreese actually said something funny.

They start discussing the plot and the actors, loud enough to drown out the movie, and Daniel can feel the beginning of anger pricking up his spine. When this goes on too long, he throws his leg over Terry’s thigh, trying to earn his attention. But all he gets instead is his boyfriend’s hand, coming down to rest over Daniel’s leg. His fingers even play with the silk fabric, but Terry’s still joking with Kreese.

It shouldn’t annoy Daniel so much. Terry explained he got over Kreese when they came back from war. He realized Kreese was straight and never going to change. But that doesn’t settle the little green monster in Daniel’s mind. He grinds his teeth and turns his body to throw his other leg over Terry before moving to straddle him. Terry’s eyes widen in surprise, and Daniel grins while settling his hands on the man’s chest.

“What’s this?” Terry whispers, eyes cutting to Kreese.

Daniel doesn’t bother peering over. “I thought you said we’d be alone tonight,” he purrs, keeping his voice low enough for only his boyfriend to hear. Then he tilts his hips to grind down against Terry’s crotch covered in satin.

Terry sucks in a breath. “I assumed wrong,” he admits, closing his eyes as if trying to compose himself. But his hands drop to settle over Daniel’s hips, squeezing but not stopping his motion

“Can’t you just ask him to leave?” Daniel asks, and his voice is whiny, almost embarrassingly so. But he can feel Terry hardening beneath him. He must be doing something right.

The fingers at his hips tighten. “He had a bad night. I’m trying to be nice to my old friend,” Terry tells him.

He doesn’t like the sound of that. His boyfriend is too caring about the old war vet. Oh well, Daniel will make him leave then. “But what about me?” he breathes, and his fingers start to unbutton Terry’s shirt while his hips grind downward. Terry glares at him, saying nothing. Though under Daniel’s fingers, he can feel the older man’s heart beating rapidly. “I want you all to myself, Terry.”

Before Terry can reply, Daniel ducks down to kiss at his neck as a hand slides into his shirt. It’s then he hears a groan of irritation from a few feet away, and Daniel smirks against his boyfriend’s skin.

”All right, I’m out. No movie is worth watching you two for,” Kreese grumbles, and a moment later, there’s the slog of footsteps and a door shutting close.

When Daniel brings his head back up, Terry isn’t frowning but smirking. “You little brat,” he growls though his voice is full of affection, and his hands glide down to grab Daniel’s ass, bringing him closer. “You did that on purpose.”

“Maybe,” Daniel admits, pushing back against Terry’s touch. “I told you. I want you all to myself.” His expression darkens at the thought of Kreese and his boyfriend together in their positions.

He earns a chuckle. “Is this about my old infatuation with John?” Terry asks, and Daniel shrugs. “You should know by now that you're the most important person to me.”

It’s not quite “I love you,” but Daniel accepts this for now. “Then please kick him out, Terry. He’s always up in our business. I can’t stand it,” he pleads, still unbuttoning his shirt.

Terry sighs. “Soon, Danny. I swear.” He leans in to offer a soft and brief kiss that calms Daniel along with his next words. “But maybe I should keep John around if this is how you act.”

Daniel’s face grows warm in self-consciousness, but his head is caught by strong fingers at his jaw before he can turn away. “You look so pretty in green,” Terry whispers, and his smug grin makes Daniel see red instead.

He lifts a hand to grab the back of Terry’s head and pull him into a bruising kiss. John Kreese will never know what this feels like, to taste Terry Silver, not as long as Daniel’s around.

#my writing #drabble #fanfic #silverusso #cobra kai #the karate kid 3 #terry silver x daniel larusso #daniel larusso #terry silver #john kreese #jealousy

[joysmercer]

ok but what if (more s3 canon div coming uppp)

“eric. I think we should tell the children.”

“tell the children?” eric looks up at victor, confused.

“TELL THE CHILDREN?” harriet screeches before he can explain himself.

well, at least she appears to have enough braincells to figure out what he’s getting at. victor sighs. 

“they know about robert. I think we can get them to come willingly.” 

“THEY KNOW ABOUT ROBERT?”

(goodness, could she speak a little quieter?)

“Not that he’s in a tank. but the children are quite familiar with his…contributions to anubis house and the school,” eric explains, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “mr. lewis would certainly be easy to persuade, but i’m not sure about—”

“williamson. she’s causing problems in my classes already and it’s only the second day of school,” harriet interjects.

“what on earth is she up to? I certainly hope my son has no part in it.” 

“your son will also be the death of me, if i’m quite frank.” 

“stop that, stop that,” victor says, rubbing his forehead. it’s like herding sheep that really don’t want to be herded with these two. 

seriously, he swears eric was more mature as a teenager than he is now.

“this ceremony is of the utmost importance. we cannot have the children meddling and ruining it before it’s time! surely the easiest way to ensure that is to tell them what we need from them?” 

“miss mercer would immediately refuse, and harriet’s right—patricia is unlikely to listen to her elders on a good day, which this conversation you’re proposing would certainly not be a part of.” eric shakes his head. “I’m sorry, victor, but as Seeker I cannot allow—”

“as Seeker, you have no jurisdiction anymore. the Descendents have already been Sook. Seeked. Found. Whatever.” harriet turns to victor. “As Keeper, responsible for Robert’s safety, I must put my foot down.” 

Victor wishes desperately he could assign these two detention for all eternity. “as Enabler, I am telling you that the Ceremony will be damaged in some way by November. The children are already aware something is up, with the missing parcel—I’m certain they had something to do with it.” 

he takes their silence as agreement. 

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“I’m sorry, sir, you have— you want—” Jerome shakes his head, his long hair flailing violently (just as his father’s used to—never a good sign.)

“I’m with him on this one, actually,” Joy says, grimacing to herself as the words leave her mouth. “I’m sorry, this just seems—”

“Is no one here worried about Zombies?” Alfie, who had been sitting in shock until now, suddenly jolts up. “You want us to awaken a dead guy in a tank, something that’s never been done before, and you’re not at all worried that he’ll want to EAT OUR BRAINS or something?”

luckily, patricia whacks him on the head before victor has to. “we have more realistic problems, dumbass.” the glare she shoots victor makes him regret his earlier thanks to her. 

“this man left death traps all over this house and made a god so angry he got cursed to live in a tank. not to mention the fact that he has indirectly tried to murder all of us”—she gestures around the group as they nod in agreement—“like three times each. I’m not doing it.” 

Victor draws himself up to his full height, towering over the children slumped on the couch before him. “I was not asking for your permission, miss williamson. you were brought to this school, on scholarship, for one purpose only. I’ve seen your grades—why else do you think Eric would have offered to pay your tuition?” he nods at the others. “You will lose your places at this school if you don’t comply. I don’t anticipate that being a conversation you would want to have with your parents.” 

with that, he turns and marches up the stairs, leaving the children behind him in silence. 

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“Fabian, Eddie, I hope you’re fully-clothed because we’re coming in,” Jerome announces, ignoring the girls blushing behind him. He forces open their bedroom door and marches in. “Victor’s making all four of us participate in some crazy plan, except he doesn’t even know what the plan is or when it’ll happen, so we’re all going to get kidnapped some time soon.” he stops and stares at the Nerd and the Osirian before him. “well?”

“I’m sorry, I’m going to need you to repeat all of that again,” eddie says. “Yeah, me too,” Fabian agrees. 

Joy steps in this time and explains what’s going on.

eddie, understandably, freaks out over his father’s involvement in everything. It’s not until patricia says something like “all of us except fabian have problematic dads, get over yourself” that he snaps out of it

“Wait. A great evil. This must be why KT was sent here!” he exclaims. 

Patricia looks about ready to commit a murder. “KT was sent here? and you just trust her? she could be working with sweetie and victor!”

“I don’t think so, trix,” alfie says. the others stare at him. “she seems cool!”

“you also said that about—”

“joy, you swore—”

“I’m not going to tell, but I’m just saying—”

“wait, joy, now I want to know—”

“never in a million years, jerome, get over yourself,” joy says, then turns back to alfie. “point is, you don’t aren’t always the best judge of character.” 

“yeah, I mean, most of us could tell meredith from the parent trap was evil the minute she came on screen,” patricia adds as jerome cackles next to her. “you’re the only one who thought she was nice.”

“okay, okay, stop,” fabian interrupts before jerome could say something that would make eddie say something that would make alfie say something that would derail this entire meeting. “I think victor’s parcel has the instructions. we’ve just got to decode it.” 

“wait, you had victor’s parcel this whole time???”

fabian sighs. this is going to be a long day. 

anyway, with ample time to figure things out, they perform the ceremony correctly and the rest of this happens and (mostly) everyone lives happily ever after the end <3

#ok more of like a prologue to another thing. hence the ending alskdfj #house of anubis #my writing

[tm-trx]

currents.10

selections from my week in media [5-11 mar 2023]

We’re into the double digits. How is it March already?

- sp*ilers for Chains of Heart -

[listening]

Circle full album/Onew - sublime - I had a pain flare several days of this week and his album was very soothing to listen to.

ATEEZ - And on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, I started to familiarize myself with the group this week; I enjoy the high energy of their music - it’s fun to blast in the car

[reading]

Middlewest by Skottie Young and Jorge Corona - YA fantasy/sci-fi graphic novel

sweet chaos by @eachandeverydimension - MDZS au-canon div - Betrothed by their families, LWJ and WWX spend the year before the Cloud Recesses lectures getting to know each other and falling in love. It is very sweet and chock full of daily life details.

[watching]

All the Liquors - Watched the first four eps that have been released and wish I’d waited to binge the whole thing. I can’t get a handle on whether it’s supposed to be a romcom or not. The last scene of ep 4 in particular was a bit uncomfortable to watch because we have no idea why Ki Hoon doesn’t drink.

Chains of Heart - The dimples deceived! Din was not the guy in the cabin. Whew. So I’m back to assuming that Peter is Din w/miracle plastic surgery. I will also accept that he is a secret bodyguard send by Din to protect the man he can never see again for some convoluted reason. This week we finally got some backstory that explains things. However, considering that most of the series is still ahead of us, I have to wonder what else we don’t know. But at least now we are at the normal stage of ‘knowing just enough to not be frustrated’ instead of ‘not knowing anything and totally confused what does it all mean.’ FSM save Ken’s poor neck.

Lockwood & Co - Quit after ep 4. Still trying to figure out why it didn’t click because it looked great. Possibly because there is zero world-building setup and not enough explained along the way to make up for it. Possibly because teenagers-in-peril and that’s the in-universe norm. Possibly because none of the three leads drew me in enough to keep watching despite the first two things. The genre is absolutely my wheelhouse, so I’m disappointed. I may try reading the books instead.

Moonlight Chicken - I knew I’d love it and I wasn’t wrong. More thoughts here.

previous Currents posts

#all the liquors #chains of heart #lockwood and co #moonlight chicken #fic rec #tmtrx watches dramas #currently #tmtrx og

[shinvcho]

|| You ever think about how exclude Shin.sou will feel whenever he joins the hero class?

Well, yes he gave this whole speech about not wanting to make friends - but they why he interacts with the other proven how easy he is to shift... but like

he.will.feel.exclude

this whole class, both classes - have been through so much together - had a whole year to bound, having their little groups of friends. 

And there is he, the new one - probably also the weakest, lacking the most experimental. Not even knowing what the class had been through - 1A especially.

He has to be forcefully befriended at that point - it just wouldn’t work otherwise as himself wouldn’t want to interfere - might a bit hurt from his past too. 

This is especially why I hope he joins 1A - because a lot of the students there already proven ready to be friends with him. 

#|| More then just a brainwasher | Headcanon #// also he is gonna join the dakusuat #and if i hsave to go canon div for that #but like tsuyu Miodirya and Urarak already shown wnating to be friends with him so like

[cc-sasuke]

A SasuSaku thank you!

I want take a chance to thank the Sakura RPers interacting with my Sasuke, especially now I think I replied to at least one thread to each mun haha. This ship gives me life and muse, even better to RP beyond canon and canon diverging too! These Sakura portrayals are great, so please do check them out if you haven’t already!

@theblacknpinkforce [canondiv: Sakura joins Sasuke on his next journey after Sasuke gets framed for an incident in the village when he returns, +Jiraiya Survives AU] // I am so glad we started RPing/plotting years back when I first started this blog I think, I look forward to your return to RP and us continuing our threads, with our other muses too!

@sakura-rpblog [canondiv: Sakura Hiden is canon, SasuSaku are there for Sarada a lot more while she grows up] // thanks so much for your patience, I legit took half a year with our first thread, lmao. It’s rare to find someone who knows and willing in incorporate the light novel, it’s still a good starting point!

@hana-akari [canondiv: Sakura goes on her own journey too instead of staying in Konoha waiting] // your canondiv for Sakura really works well and I can’t wait to RP out our plots/headcanons from there! 

@springwxrrior [canondiv: SasuSaku stay friends while taking a long(er) time to act on their feelings] // I like the realism we have with them and the tension, crossovering with our ShikaIno will be so much fun too lmao

So with the above, if you are a Sakura RPer and looking for a Sasuke, I encourage you to reach out to me, especially if you are canon div so we can interact and plot. I am slow AF though, as I can take months to reply since I don’t want to half ass it especially for longer threads haha. Thank you everyone again for your patience, I should be getting to other threads I owe soon too!

#kenta speaks : out of chakra #ccMoments : Sasuke x Sakura | SasuSaku | Cherry Tomatoes

[sidecarghost]

Spn 12x11 “Regarding Dean” Canon Divergent Destiel Fic

Suptober20 - Day 26 Walk of Shame

Notes: Dean and Castiel both get a chance to ride the mechanical bull in this canon div fic.

Dean feels a cool breeze and reaches for a blanket to wrap himself in. But his hand finds nothing but... grass? His head pounds and his eyes protest as he wills them open. So, at some point his latest escapades got him passed out in a field. He pushes himself up into a seated position. The feral bunny that had been nuzzled into his side gives him a look of reproach.

“Hey little buddy,” Dean tells the bunny. “Do you know how I got here?”

The bunny hops away. Dean realizes he is missing some things like his phone, car keys, and clothes. He just has his brown bear boxer-briefs on. So last night either went really well or really bad. Sam would know. Just gotta give him a call. Dean walks in a random direction hoping to find someone for help.

Dean doesn’t have to look long, as he almost trips over a dude sleeping along the trail. This guy is following Dean’s trend of wearing underwear as sleepwear for the great outdoors. “Hey,” Dean reaches a foot out to tap the sleeping dude.

“Hey yourself,” a deep voice groggily answers.

“Cas?” Dean questions.

The not quite awake Castiel rolls over and squints at Dean. “Hello Dean,” he says. “You aren’t wearing any pants.” Castiel informs his friend.

“Yeah Cas,” Dean responds. “I’m not the only one.”

“So it would seem. Let me know when you solve the mystery of our wayward clothes.” Castiel yawns and begins to nod off again.

***

“Cas, what are you doing? You don’t sleep remember?”

“That does sound like something I’ve said,” Castiel admits.

“Come on buddy. Let’s try to find someone that can help us.” Dean tells the nearly comatose angel.

Castiel moans in a way that Dean decides is unfairly pornographic. Dean then finds himself staring as Castiel performs a full body stretch by reaching his arms back behind his head and stretching his feet out in the opposite direction. This maneuver causes all the well toned muscles on Castiel’s body to flex. Damn, Dean thinks, walking with Castiel in his underwear just got way more awkward.

“I’m going up the trail. Catch up when you can,” Dean tells Castiel as he hastily retreats away from his friend.

After a few minutes, Castiel has caught up to Dean on the trail and they see a park up ahead. Dean would rather not get arrested for public indecency, so he tries to think of a plan to somehow get a phone without exposing himself.

“Cas we can’t just walk into a park in our skivvies,” Dean says. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Um... if Sam was an angel we could pray to him to bring us clothes.”

“Do we know any angels that aren’t dicks and could help us?” Dean asks.

“No,” Castiel admits. “Networking has always been a challenge for me.“

“No worries Cas, nobody’s perfect.” Dean responds. As Dean considers their next move, he notices a runner in the park. The runner is the size of a small giant, and he has his trademark long, flowing hair partially covered by a beanie. “Hey Cas, look we are saved!” Dean shouts, “SAMMY!”

Sam turns at the sound of his name and runs up to Dean and Castiel. “Uh, why are you guys wearing nothing but your underwear in the woods?”

“I don’t know Sammy. Cas and I just woke up here. I can’t remember anything from yesterday.” Dean tells his brother.

“I know what happened. Apparently the memory curse doesn’t affect angels.” Castiel tells the brothers. “Dean and I went to a bar last night, and the bar had a mechanical bull.”

“Oh, wow a mechanical bull! How awesome is that?” Dean says excitedly.

“Yeah, you said the same thing last night, Dean. Anyway, Dean dared me to ride the bull. I knew if my vessel had full range of motion I would have more success at riding through the bucks.

“So I removed my trench coat, suit jacket, tie, and shirt. I still had my wifebeater on to preserve my vessel’s decency. I also removed my shoes and socks and hiked up my pants to help with gripping the bull between my legs. Dean must have been impressed with my performance because I could feel his eyes fixed on me while I rolled my hips through every buck that bull took me on.

“After my turn, I asked Dean what he thought of my riding. He responded with some unintelligible swear words. I went to grab my shirt, but Dean grabbed me by the arm before I could put it back on. I turned to look at him, and Dean fixed his eyes on mine.

“Dean had lowered his voice to barely a whisper when he told me I made him jealous of the bull. I have heard trillions of romantic declarations during my existence, but Dean’s utterance was easily the most romantic thing ever said by your species. So I kissed Dean. I haven’t kissed a lot but I thought the kiss was good, and that I would like to keep kissing Dean for the next several eons until the Sun consumed the Earth and we both became stardust.

“I was relieved to find out Dean seemed to also have a good opinion on the kiss, because we kept on kissing. We let our tongues lazily discover the sensation of slowly tracing out each other’s mouths. The sensation was very enjoyable.”

“That’s nice, Cas. But I think we should focus on the part of your memories that deals with you guys getting cursed,” Sam tells Castiel.

Dean gives Sam a bitchface and then tells Castiel, “Just ignore Sammy, Cas. I want to hear more about the things we did last night,” Dean says with something that sounds like longing in his voice.

“So eventually,” Castiel continues, “Dean wanted a turn at the bull too. He decided to follow my method and also stripped down to his undershirt. Dean hopped onto the bull and then waved me over asking me to join him.”

“Um... is this really relevant to getting cursed?” Sam asks.

“Shhh, don’t interrupt Sammy,” Dean says. “How did things go with the two of us on the bull Cas?”

“It was a little different from riding the bull solo,” Castiel reflects. “I got in position in front of you. And we leaned into each other in rhythm with the mechanical bucks. Our legs tangled together as we thrust through the motion. Dean wrapped one arm around my waist, and I gripped his arm back with one of mine.”

“My vessel began getting aroused from the whole experience. And I could feel evidence of Dean’s arousal each time he rolled his hips behind me. Dean suggested we go to the Impala at this point.”

“Holy shit Cas! I do not want to hear about you and my brother having sex in the Impala,” Sam complains.

“Well, then you are in luck Sam because we did not get that far. We had stripped off everything left but our underwear. I hadn’t realized what a brilliant construction the human somatosensory system was before last night. Every nerve receptor was set on fire from the feel of Dean’s finger tips touching my skin. Dean asked if his touches felt good, and I tried to make the most eloquent response possible with a ragged moan. I had once thought soulmates spending eternity in Heaven with just each other for company probably got boring. But last night I felt like spending forever in the Impala with Dean would be the most wonderful thing imaginable. And that forever wouldn’t be nearly enough time.

“But then this drunk guy stumbled and bumped into the Impala. I recognized him as the witch we were hunting. Dean and I burst out of the backseat to run the witch down. We ended up chasing him into these woods, but we both ran a little slower than usual because we didn’t have any footwear protecting our feet.

“Our delay gave the witch ahead of us enough time to cast a spell. The effects of the spell caused us both to go unconscious, and apparently also caused Dean to lose his memories. But I know all the witch’s info, so we should go to his family’s home to break the curse. Then Dean will get his memories back, and we can pick up where we left off.”

“Fuck yeah, let’s go already,” Dean agrees.

“Okay, okay just meet me by the road up 1/4 mile where it stays close to the woods. You can jump in the back seat of my rental car without being seen by anyone.” Sam says.

“Awesome, Sammy we will see you in a few minutes then.” Dean tells his brother. Sam nods and turns away to walk over to the parking lot on the far end of the park.

Dean and Castiel begin to walk further into the woods in the direction Sam pointed to them. Dean looks over at his friend and smiles at Castiel, and Castiel can feel the heat rushing to his vessel’s face. Dean reaches a hand out, and Castiel smiles softly back to Dean as he tenderly entwines their fingers together.

Dean thought about how he had been wanting to kiss Castiel ever since he had met him, and now he was pissed that some asshole witch had taken that away from him. But holding Castiel’s hand helped simmer the rage building in his blood. Castiel always helped ground him when everything else seemed to spiral out of control. He wished he could remember the feel of Castiel’s lips on his own.

Dean pauses on the trail, and he looks at Castiel and says almost shyly, “Cas, I was thinking we could try another first kiss before I get my memories back.”

“I would like that, Dean,” Castiel says with a smile.

“Only thing is, I should have asked Sam for a mint because I’m sure I got some wicked morning breath,” Dean laments.

“I’m an angel of the lord, Dean. I can fix morning breath,” Castiel says. Castiel continues to hold Dean’s hand with one of his own, and reaches his other hand towards Dean’s face. He then traces a finger over Dean’s lips. Dean playfully catches Castiel’s finger with his mouth and sucks down on it. Dean is rewarded with a sexy moan from Castiel, and the feeling of clean, minty freshness on his teeth and tongue. Castiel’s finger is let free from Dean’s mouth, and Dean resolutely determines to give Castiel a kiss that an immortal being would remember for the rest of their existence.

~~

Sam has been waiting on the side of the road for the past 45 minutes. He figures he knows exactly what is happening in the woods, and although he is happy that his brother and best friend found love, having to wait while they are hooking up is not how he wants to spend his morning. He considers driving back to the motel and leaving Dean and Castiel to walk back on their own.

And Sam chuckles at the thought of a billion year old angel doing the walk of shame with his brother. Fighting the supernatural takes a lot more away from the brothers, than it ever gives. But sometimes the universe conspires to make everything fun and ridiculous again. Sam checks the trunk for a duffle bag with a couple sets of spare clothes. He drops the bag and a burner phone in a place where it seems obvious from the woods, but isn’t visible to passing motorists.

Sam gets back in the driver seat and starts the car. As he drives back to the motel, he enjoys laughing to himself every time he thinks of Dean’s face when he realizes he’ll be walking back to the motel.

#suptober20 #spn #destiel #destiel fic #supernatural

[stetervault]

Hey buddy, do you have any favorite can div steter fics x

Lmao I actually couldn’t figure out what can div meant when I saw this ask last night and it was bugging me so much, and then I went to bed and woke up this morning and literally my first thought was OH canon divergence.

So ok here are some off the top of my head:

steel bars and blood-slick hands by Corpium

When Deaton whisks Peter’s burnt, gasping body away to Eichen House, everyone else pays the price, Stiles most of all.

drowning in the sea of you by Corpium

Beacon Hills was perfect for Stiles growing up, but now, with werewolves, hunters, and an anxious best friend running around, it’s turning into a place too chaotic for an empath like Stiles to handle alone. And pain killers can only go so far.

Chances by Corpium

Claudia is still alive (and sick) when Stiles and Scott search for a body in the woods.

Tremors by Corpium

(Stiles has a taste for him now. All Peter needs to do is wait.)

Lucky Penny (Tastes Like Copper on Your Tongue) by pibroch (littleblackdog)

When Peter woke up, he spent a good fifteen or twenty seconds earnestly wishing that whatever had hit him had the courtesy to kill him outright. Because this? This was bullshit.

AKA the time I decided to give Peter all the nice things, but made him get hit by a car first. Like you do.

Sympathy for the Devil by KouriArashi

Stiles gets a job as a hospital orderly and finds himself becoming strangely attached to the catatonic man on the long-term care ward, and finds out that there’s a lot more to Peter Hale than there seems…

this is the wolf by pprfaith

In which Peter watches Stiles, at sixteen, five, seven, always.

Five Times Stiles Pulled One from the Oven (and One Time Somebody Else Did) by Guede

Five times Stiles’ baking changed the course of history in Beacon Hills (and one time somebody stepped up for him). Or, Stiles Stilinski: Baking is Magic!

The Devil You Know by Twisted_Mind

He’s so tired, in every way it’s possible to be tired. He tried going for a walk tonight to prevent a panic attack, and ended up being rescued, dazed and bleeding, by Peter Hale. There are so many things wrong with that sentence he doesn’t even know where to start. Panic attacks. Being stuck inside his brain sucking so hard he needed to be alone and moving. The sense of relief that came with crashing into Peter.He shouldn’t be okay with this. He didn’t give Peter permission to sleep in his bed. His dad will be home soon. Peter’s more than a decade older than him. Peter can’t be trusted.

But he’s tired, and this feels so, so good.

Into the Sea of Waking Dreams by Green

“Nothing is happening to me,” Stiles says slowly.

“You’ve been acting weird,” Derek says.

I’m being haunted by my dead mate, Stiles wants to say, but he swears he can hear Peter humming. If it’s not real, he doesn’t want to know.

(S2 AU in which Peter haunts Stiles instead of Lydia.)

For Great Justice! by Green

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he’s waking from his catatonia.

“Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you.”

We are Who We Choose to Follow by kiranightshade

The road is dark. Stiles is maybe a little suicidal. But maybe there’s someone left to live for after all.

Going Through Hell (Your Heart in My Hands) by Ceris_Malfoy

There’s a reason Stiles always knows things he really, really shouldn’t. There’s a reason why Peter respected his choice all those months ago. There’s a part of Stiles he hides from everyone, even himself.

And then this Darach comes and steals the center of his world right out from under him, and nothing will ever be the same.

Especially not for Peter Hale.

The Choices We Make by Therapeutic_Steter

“You’re quite the clever one, aren’t you?” Peter mused, voice like honey.

“I like to think so.“

“What’s your name?”

“Stiles.”

Peter smiled slowly, looking like a cat that just caught the canary. “Well hello, Stiles,” he purred, eyes flashing a bloody red.

Stiles grinned victoriously. Viciously.

The hunt was on.

Once Upon a Dream by Ragga

It was like the door was on fire.

Stiles stood there, staring. As the realization sunk in, he slowly reached for the doorknob. He grabbed it. It burned, as if blazing hot and freezing cold at the same time. He was stuck, fascinated, and then the door clicked-

-and he was blasted with rage and grief so powerful the next thing he saw was the ceiling of his room.

Who was that?

Bite by wynnebat

“I don’t want to be like you,” Stiles says, but in some ways he already is. In other ways, they only become similar as the years pass.

At Home in the Ash by thegirlwhoknits

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. Whoever did this, they killed my only family, too.”

Climbing up onto the bed, she lays her head on his shoulder and moves his hand to rest over her heart. “You need a pack, right? Maybe…maybe I can be your pack, and you can be my family. I’ll help you get better, and then you can help me kill them.”

From Ashes Rebuilt by ambersagen

“You shouldn’t be alive,” Stiles finally admitted. He sounded sorry, smelled like anxiety and hunched in on himself as he fell back from Peter to land in the dented chair. “I heard the doctors telling your niece. She wasn’t quiet about it, and no one cares if I’m around anyway so I heard the whole thing, about your burns. I snuck in to see you.”

“Like a sideshow freak,” Peter sneered, starting to understand.

“Like a miracle,” Stiles corrected.

Into Eden by GracieBirdie

Stiles deciding to bring home the stray alpha he’d hit with his jeep probably made him certifiable, if it hadn’t turned out Peter was as crazy as he was.

Too Much Of A Good Thing by GracieBirdie

Stiles can’t just leave Boyd and Erica chained up in a hunter’s basement, and if the only person willing to listen to him when he asks for help is a formerly dead psychopath? Well, Stiles supposes he could do worse. But of course nothing in Stiles’ life is ever just that simple…

All The Things We’d Do by GracieBirdie

Stiles’ time travel spell doesn’t work out quite right but he figures he should make the best of it, starting with Laura Hale.

Our Skin, Our Bones, Our Silent Poems by taylorpotato

Peter is a Deaf werewolf. Stiles is a CODA (Child of a Deaf Adult). They’re a kind of unlikely pair. But sometimes things you wouldn’t think of as a good combination, end up turning out to be the perfect combination, you know?

What it Means by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

“Do you think I don’t know what a bite on the wrist means??”

Peter had not, in fact, thought that Stiles would know what it means, but he wasn’t about to let him know that.

The Chasm and the Clash by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Stiles has dreams of the Alpha after he dies. It makes no sense. He didn’t know Peter before… did he?

Did Peter know him?

And why does his head hurt so much?

Everything You Deserve by Areiton

You think about it. More than you should, you think about it. About what would have happened, if you had bitten Stiles instead of Scott.

Waiting for Pack by DiscontentedWinter, hisaribi

This isn’t the first time Stiles has woken up in a different world.This isn’t the first time that Peter has been caught in a place where time doesn’t exist.Except this time they have each other.

Save Me by DiscontentedWinter

Peter is the Alpha.He’s nobody’s savior.Not his pack’s. Not his town’s. And not that kid’s.But sometimes salvation goes both ways.

With Great Power by Triangulum

Stiles has known what he is since birth (and before, really), though his father doesn’t. He thinks his mother suspected, had an idea that her son wasn’t really her son. She was perceptive that way, and Stiles wonders if she maybe had a touch of magic. He thinks that’s why when her disease seized her, she screamed that he was evil, that he was trying to kill her. That he wasn’t really hers. Everyone had chalked it up to the dementia getting worse, but Stiles wonders how much of it was her being unable to contain her suspicions and letting them run wild. Once Claudia dies, Stiles is truly the only one who knows he’s other. That is, until Peter.

Razor Edge of Danger by Triangulum

It starts with Gerard. After the clusterfuck of Stiles crashing into the kanima with his jeep, Jackson’s ‘death’ and werewolf resurrection, Lydia and Jackson go off together, Scott goes after Allison, and Derek, broken and hurt from yet another betrayal and use of his body against his will, takes Isaac and leaves, unable to look at any of them. That leaves Stiles standing next to his battered jeep, arms wrapped around his aching ribs. No one so much as looks his way. Except for Peter.

#teen wolf #steter #fanfic rec #canon divergence #ask #anonymous #rec list

[gingersnapwolves]

Hyped to see you have a XiNing fic idea in your thoughts!! I recently had a thought of “Wen Ning is everything Lan Xichen wanted from Meng Yao, w/o Murder Murder Tendencies” so I’m glad to find someone who also ships it. And I’m big on a XiYao but also consider a canon div AU of if it had been WN who took all of the LXC relevant MY plot points. LXC could have stopped ppl making fun of WN when he was at Cloud Recesses, WN could save LXC after it burns and pass spy info for the war, etc.

Oooh, what an interesting idea! Wen Ning might have had a harder time being a spy, just because he was already known in the Wen clan, but then again he sure as hell had no trouble drugging everyone at Lotus Pier and rescuing Jiang Cheng so it’s definitely not out of the realm of possibility. One wonders what would happen after that ... maybe this would happen if MY never went to Cloud Recesses at all, but NHS just went on his own, so MY and LXC don’t meet at all, which would allow WN to fill into that arc ... so he could just hang out at The Unclean Realm and, IDK, not get thrown out or something.

I will definitely have to ponder this idea more! I was actually working on my post-canon XiNing fic today. ^_^

#asks #fic stuff #xining #the untamed #faiasakura

[bluntache]

yo , there are a SHIt TON of people here . let’s write together .

comment a verse , i’ll write something . this blog is official semi active !

xx. ‹ canon. ›

canon dean winchester. seasons 01-15. any canon divergences have their own verses below ie. endverse, etc.

xx. ‹ canon div. ›

anytime we write canon but we change something .

xx. ‹ end. verse. ›

canon dean winchester. end!universe setting. this is dean’s verse for anything related to the apocalypse, both in canon (end!verse) and alternate universes such as american horror story apocalypse or just apocalyptic au’s.

this dean fed into his dark desires after sam said yes to lucifer. using sam’s betrayal as an excuse to get his hands dirty without worrying about retribution or guilt. without any real ties to family or friends, dean allows himself to go very far into the dark hole of desire and destruction. using his brother as his excuse for his actions – we had to do it - or lucifer will win , mentality. he is abusive and toxic towards castiel as well as others .

xx. ‹ ordinary. ›

alt. universe dean winchester. this verse does not have supernatural components. dean is a baseball player, taking 18 hours at university, living in studio apartment he fixed it up and is renting to own atm, working part time at a diner as a cook, also working saturdays at a local autobody shop as a intern.

is a baseball player, taking 18 hours at university, living in studio apartment that was pretty trashy but he fixed it up and is renting to own atm, works part time at a diner as the cook, also works saturdays at a local autobody shop as a intern.

mary winchester was accidentally burned alive when a loose wire sparked upstairs in the baby room causing it to fill with smoke. incredibly baby sam had crawled from the room and woke up dean next door who started screaming when he saw the flames. his father screamed for him to carry sam outside and ran into the burning room for their mother. john was thought to have suffered from smoke poisoning due to believing he had seen a demon in the smoke and flames. after a month or so john gained custody of his kids again. sadly he was never the same and went on ‘hunts’ often. leaving the children unattended for weeks sometimes. when dean was 17 his father was busted when a hotel clerk called authorities after seeing dean break into a vending machine and notices the father had not returned. dean was not charged as the police believed neglect was apparent and john never came back. his body would lady be found near his car, police believed he tried to commit suicide since the smell of sulfur was in the area and the cars gas tank had been drained (as if left on until the engine died).

dean was given the impala and the news. sam had already been in foster care at this point and was integrating well. he was at a good school with a good family and while they invited dean over often dean knew he had to make sure his life turned around. sam encourages him to go to college and dean decided to after sams foster dad said he would help him talk to the college about financing.

dean made friends quick and while most didn’t connect dean to the death in the papers some did and offered a helping hand. he was able to find a studio apartment through a local ad and was offered it dirt cheap if he would do the renovations. dean accepted even though he knew the place was a dump and would take a lot of tlc.

the baseball coach spotted dean quickly and asked if he’d ever played sports. dean mentioned his training with his dad and easily knocked one out when practicing with the team. he was offered a walk on spot and a minimal scholarship of covering 12 hours of college credit per semester.

he picked up a job as fast as he could at a local dive joint that was desperate for a cook. they threw him in with no experience but the customers weren’t picky and he could cook most of the basic slop people wanted. he worked hard and the waitresses appreciated his take no shit demeanor if an unruly customer came in.

dean tries to reconnect with bobby but it takes. along while to find him again through the phone book. when he does eventually bobby offers him a place with him but dean declines wanting to stay close to sam. bobby’s known for coming to visit and watch the games. most people assume that’s deans dad and he’s happy to let them think it.

he’s going for his basics right now but has several paths he’s considering. photography, wielding, autobody or business. he keeps very little around him. he’s a minimalist and always feels like he’ll have to leave at any minute. afraid of commitment. desperate for a connection. very confident but got that southern gentleman charm. he keeps an old photo of his parents in his wallet and one of sam in the impala.

xx. ‹ pre. canon. ›

pre-canon dean winchester. this takes place prior to the pilot and generally is either teen or young adult dean prior to meet up with sam at college to find their father.

xxi. ‹ demon!dean. ›

canon dean winchester. deanmon era. anytime dean is a demon, or knight of hell. in this verse, he is typically devoid of emotions that drive him normally : such as guilt, etc. he still holds somewhat of a moral compass, killing those who don’t follow the rules or hurt children / rape women, etc. follows canon supernatural but most threads turn divergent fairly quickly.

xxi. ‹ dean smith. ›

alternate universe dean winchester. dean smith. a verse for dean in which he is dean smith, adopted successful child of ellen & bobby smith, loving brother to jo. he loves golfing and fancy suits. eats salad everyday & is a ceo of his fathers fortune 500 company which specializes in cars with new age technology , similar to tesla .

xxi. ‹ moc!dean. ›

canon dean winchester. mark of cain era. anytime dean has the mark of cain , he is drawn to violence and blood shed. he’s drawn to dark, terrible things such as killing, violence, hardcore sex, and other taboo things. he feeds off the energy and has trouble controlling himself . if castiel or sam is not around he’s likely to kill without pause.

xxi. ‹ purgatory ›

canon dean winchester. purgatory setting. anytime dean is in the realm of purgatory. can be canon divergent but typically written with benny or castiel.

xxi. ‹ michael!dean. ›

canon dean winchester. michael!dean era. anytime dean’s body is taken over by michael, or in which michael is sharing dean’s vessel with or without permission. covers both canon timeline and canon divergence regarding michael.

xi. ‹ coach. ›

alternate universe dean winchester. dean works at a high school or university (plot dependent). in high school threads, he is a head football coach and gym teacher. he sometimes teaches history or health depending on what the school needs that year. in university he is the asst coach, defensive coordinator, and sometimes teaches freshman fitness courses .

xi. ‹ hitman. ›

dean left his fathers house at 18 and went straight into the military. with his moms untimely death his father slowly lost his mind, beginning to believe in conspiracy theories, supernatural beings, and was becoming extremely paranoid as well as beginning to buy guns. dean knew he needed to get out if he wanted to gain custody of sammy somehow and he saw the army as his out. when testing on the exams the army found he had a certain aptitude for …. certain jobs… he started out as a contract hitman and cover up guy. after a while he retired from the military and went private with his time and money. he’s got one assistant and no other contacts. as far as the world knows, he’s still with the army. as far as the army knows, he’s off the grid. sammy is placed in foster care within one year of dean joining the army. dean is granted leave temporarily and sam is given to bobby singer while dean works , sending large sums in various forms during the times he is gone.

xi. ‹ witch. ›

alternate universe. dean winchester is a witch who is able to communicate with biologically living things that use photosynthesis . his brother sam , a pyrokenetic , tragically started a house fire that took the lives of his entire family minus dean who was found cocooned entirely by crisp , burnt foilage and limbs . the tree outside his window had inexplicably created a barrier between him and the fire. taken in by bobby singer , who’s deceased wife had (he found out later) been blessed with divine sight , he tried to learn and hone his skills . he eventually opens his own holistic apothecary where he offers mixtures based on the ailments of his customers . he known to be called upon by those who know his true nature for cures and consults.

xi. ‹ bounty hunter. ›

ffxv. crossover universe. dean winchester is a hunter without family. found among the remnants of what was assumed to be a freak house fire or arson, he was taken in and raised by hunters . after leaving their safety net and moving into a small cabin built by the lake not far from cindy’s shop, he stays there fending off wild monsters and animals. living as best he can in isolation.

sw. crossover universe. dean winchester is a bounty hunter. his mother was a bounty hunter as well but died while attempting a job. his father, worked for the first order / rebellion (you pick) but was caught in an explosion not long after , leaving sammy behind to join the first order / rebellion as a researcher and design specialist. dean refused to be entrapped by a label and left searching for meaning and his place in everything.

loz/botw. crossover universe. dean winchester is a hylian hunter on a mission. he’s heard rumors of a great hero and wants to learn the ways of the champion. his brother sam, inspired by the princess, travels with him and they document all they can find. together they hope to unlock the mystery to their mother’s disappearance. there father blames a dark spirit and talks about it constantly, convincing those in the villages he is mad. their mother traded her soul with the dark statue in hateno in order to pay a debt owed by her family. john, and his boys do not know of the statue and believe her to be dead or that she has abandoned them.

teen wolf. crossover universe. dean winchester is a hunters son and comes to beacon hills in order to aid chris argent in his hunting of werewolves. along the way he befriends allison argent and becomes intertwined with the complex story of the pack. he will not know of the pack in the high school unless you tell him . his loyalty will always be to allison over anyone else .

xi. ‹ dark!dean. ›

canon divergent. dean’s been fucked up since he can remember. if it’s nasty, he wants it. if it’s wrong, it feels right. he’s tired of babysitting and he’s tired of taking orders. veering off on his own more often than not, he’s got a secret. he likes blood on his hands, black blood, red blood, he’s not picky. he just wants the raw freshness of a kill on his hands. his weapon of choice is whatever is available but his knife is always on him. warm blood helps wash away the bad memories. and sometimes, it helps him forget the fire.

in this verse , the fire happens and all events still occur. however, dean is not the same as canon dean . instead he took the smarting abuse of his father one last time, citing to himself that the constant verbal and emotional abuse was enough to justify the bullet to the back of his head. he left him there. dressed it up real nice, like a present, even faked the scent of sulfur. ‘demons’ were real, so his dad said. dean figures his demons must be pretty real too, but now they’re dead, buried 6 ft under.

he gets off on dominance / power / and killing . he is not concerned with sammy staying alive unless it helps him in some way. after his father dies he gets a lot worse . sam (most times) turns into a conscious of sorts that he uses to guide his actions (wwsd? -what would sammy do) . he only does this if he needs to keep a low cover. when castiel comes along , dean finds him a pain in the ass but grows to enjoy him. over time he wants more and more to own the angel and to influence him to become more like him. deadly.

xi. ‹ anything but business‚ sheresists. ›

private verse with @sheresists .

#ooc.

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Theories I heard happening and my rating for them and how likely I think they are to happen:

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•Shigaraki takes Aizawa's quirk: 8/10 likely

imagine what shigs could do with having erasure on his side 😬

•Aizawa or mic die: 6/10 likely

giving it a lower rating because I love Aizawa lmao ill be sad if he dies, and if mic dies that would fuck Aizawa up?? Either of them die? Like. They already lost a friend : ( but I also love angst

•AFO possessing Shigaraki: 1/10 ??? I want to say unlikely

this theory bugs me. It just seems... a bit farfetched. like, yeah, AFO groomed and manipulated Shigaraki to get to what he is now. But, everything we've seen AFO do and say is usually in Shigaraki's best interest. But... who knows. We will see. If that happens 😬 aaaa bdjddk going canon div. Babey

•Shigaraki is taken to Tartarus: 7/10 likely?? Hard to say now

back when shigaraki was still unconscious, I'd have said this was a lot more likely. But now that he's waking up, he'll be harder to detain especially now that he has AFO. If he is taken to Tartarus, I think that opens up the whole Prison Break theory too

•Prison Break 10/10 likely

with Kurogiri still in prison, along with AFO, and the other league guys and Yakuza, and more... Shigaraki would have a hayday.

•Stealing Overhaul's quirk 7/10 unlikely

I say unlikely because in a way, Shigaraki already took his quirk. That sequence of events has already happened. But, the theory itself is still really cool, and honestly with Shigaraki getting overhaul that would be really cool. so if it happens? I won't be disappointed.

•Shigaraki is taken out and Dabi becomes the main anatogonist 5/10 I want to say unlikely

I have seen several people say this actually. And the theory both bugs me and intrigues me. There's evidence it could happen, with Dabi having Stain's ideals and wanting to make it all a reality. But, I also think Shigaraki is end game here. it will be interesting if it happened? But not my favorite theory. I love Dabi, he's cool, but the whole point he's with the league is because he's not really strong enough on his own b/c of his quirk? so he's usinh them? unless He takes over the PLF... seeing as he's Referred to as Shigaraki's right hand man. but again, I think Shigaraki is meant to be end game.

•AFO isnt meant to be passed down so it will serve as some sort of Achilles heel 4/10 ???? Not sure honestly

i saw someone bring this up. It's make me think, but I really don't have a lot to say about this theory? Especially since Shigaraki was only 70% completed , I wonder if that will serve as a problem as well. I'm iffy on this theory.

these are all the theories I can think of... but yeah. I wanted to post this because I love theories bdjdkdk

#ooc #spoilers

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A New Responsibility

for @laurahale-appreciation week’s day one theme: Laura Didn’t Die

Laura & Scott | gen | 2.5k | canon div | asthma | alpha!Laura | minor character death (Peter) 

(also on AO3)

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Scott stumbled over a half-hidden tree root. The carpet of leaves was slippery and only luck stopped him from tumbling down hill to his left and ending up in a bloody heap. That would’ve been hard to explain to his mom in the morning. His dirty clothes were going to be hard enough. He was going to have to hide them under his bed until her next shift when he could do a load of laundry without her noticing.

He should’ve just come forward when Sheriff Stilinski called for him. Sure, he would’ve gotten in trouble and probably been grounded for a month, but was that really worse than traipsing around the woods in the middle of the night with a killer on the loose? God, he was so stupid; he was going to end up like that jogger they heard about on Stiles’ police radio, torn to pieces and left for dead.

And he still hadn’t found his inhaler.

The light from his phone was enough to tell him where to put his feet, but it didn’t magically make his inhaler appear in front of him, so he turned around and walked back the other way. It had to be around here somewhere and he had to find it. Those things were expensive and there was no way his mom wouldn’t know something was up if he said he’d lost it, not with how careful he usually was with them.

This far from the road, all he could hear were rustling tree branches, the occasional hoot of an owl, and his own cursing when he slipped on more wet leaves. It might’ve been peaceful if it weren’t so spooky. How did he let Stiles talk him into this? He could’ve been at home, studying or working out or generally not living out the start of every Supernatural episode ever.

He was so focused on poking around a pile of leaves where he thought he caught a glimpse of white plastic that he almost didn’t notice when everything went silent. All the owls stopped hooting, the little woodland creatures quit rustling around in the underbrush, and there was nothing but his own harsh breathing. It wasn’t until a chill ran through him, hairs standing up on the back of his neck, that he froze.

He’d never put much stock in the idea of being able to feel eyes on you before you could see them, but he was quickly reassessing his stance on the matter because someone was watching him now. 

A twig broke, the sound echoing like a gunshot.

Scott had seen enough horror movies to know that he shouldn’t turn around. And yet, he was moving before he could stop himself. A part of him was convinced that he was being stupid and paranoid and he’d turn around to find a fluffy little bunny rabbit sniffing up at him, completely harmless. The rest of him was really wishing he had his inhaler because, if the serial killer at his back didn’t get him, the growing tightness in his chest might.

It wasn’t a serial killer. Not unless serial killers had glowing blue eyes these days.

Scott couldn’t be sure if the snarl came first or if he was already stumbling back when it ripped out of the creature’s mouth, but it didn’t make much difference. Either way, he was going to die.

The light from the phone still in his hand flashed like the worst kind of strobe light as he ran, splashing across the ground and the trees as they blurred past him. His legs burned almost as badly as his lungs, which was really saying something, but he couldn’t stop. Another snarl sounded, almost a roar, and what even was that thing? It had looked almost wolf-like, but only if the wolf had rolled around in toxic waste and gotten mutated like one of the monsters in Stiles’ comic books.

Whatever it was, it crashed through the trees like a bulldozer. Absurdly, Scott thought of a meme he’d seen on facebook once, something about Florida schools teaching kids to run from alligators by zigzagging.

He took a sharp left turn and the creature barreled right past where he’d been.

The reprieve was short lived; as soon as he slowed down, his foot hit another of those buried roots and luck wasn’t on his side this time.

He hit the ground hard at the bottom of the hill, the very last of his breath knocked out of lungs that refused to draw in any more to replace it. He couldn’t even worry about the monster coming to eat him when his chest was caving in and the edges of his vision were already going fuzzy. Cold blue eyes loomed over him, bright enough to illuminate a gaping maw of giant teeth, opened wide to tear him apart, and Scott’s last thought was that he was grateful Stiles wasn’t here to die with him.

Only, it wasn’t Scott’s last thought.

Another roar sounded, shaking the very ground under Scott’s back, and the glowing blue eyes jerked up to somewhere over his head. A split second later, something big and fast-moving slammed into the monster’s side. They both went sprawling in the dirt, a writhing mass of teeth and claws and dark hair and Scott couldn’t even pretend to keep track of what was going on when his lack of oxygen was reaching crisis point.

He didn’t know how long he lay there, fighting his own body while the monsters fought each other. The next thing he was aware of was an impact to his chest, way too light to be a threat. He forced his glazed eyes open to see the familiar white plastic of his inhaler. Desperation and hypoxia made him clumsy, but a pair of red-smeared hands wrapped around his to steady them as he brought the apparatus to his mouth.

“—re we go, that’s it. You’re fine. You’re gonna be fine, kid. Just breathe.”

The voice was soft and soothing, which was a bit of a jarring counterpoint to all the blood. Her hands were drenched in it, clothes splattered, hair matted down. The woman wasn’t all that big and, once Scott’s meds kicked in enough to make his lungs expand and his vision clear, she didn’t look like she’d just fought off a slavering beast with her bare hands. Under the gore, she looked normal. Pretty, even.

“What—?”

She didn’t seem to mind that he couldn’t finish his question. It was probably obvious anyway. She smiled, close-lipped, and Scott had to wonder (a little hysterically) if it was because she had blood on her teeth too.

“Werewolf,” was all she said.

As far as one-word explanations went, it was pretty comprehensive. Rather than acknowledge that a concept as absurd and unbelievable as “werewolves” had just been dropped in his lap, Scott nodded and closed his eyes. Breathing hurt, but it was better than not breathing, so he focused on that for a while. The hand rubbing his back felt nice, even though it was undoubtedly getting blood all over his hoodie.

No hiding that from mom. It wouldn’t come out in the wash. He’d have to burn it or something.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep his eyes closed forever, not if he wanted to actually get home before dawn. Opening them took more effort than it should—asthma attacks always knocked him down for the count and sleep was already trying its damnedest to take hold of him—but he managed. They immediately landed on the shadowy lump that was the monster.

“Is it…” He swallowed. “…dead?”

The woman turned to look at it too. For a long time, she didn’t say anything. She almost looked sad, though it was hard to tell in the dark. Scott’s phone flashlight was still on, somewhere to their right, its harsh glow limning half her face in white and casting the rest in even darker shadow.

“Yeah,” she told him. “He’s dead.”

“He?” Scott raked his eyes over that monstrous form. There wasn’t anything to it that he could see to indicate gender, but what did he know about werewolves? That one certainly didn’t look anything like the one in front of him. Maybe she had a freaky giant mutated wolf form too and they all looked the same like that. “Who was he?”

The woman faced him again, turning her back on the beast. “My uncle,” she said. “At least, he used to be.”

A million questions flew through Scott’s head, but the wooziness of exhaustion made it hard to get any of them to stand still long enough for him to ask them. His first attempt to stand up failed because the ground didn’t seem to want to stand still either, or maybe that was his legs shaking.

The woman took him by the arm, steadying him. “Let’s get you home, kid,” she said. “Why were you even out here in the first place?”

“Wasn’t my idea,” Scott muttered.

He let her take most of his weight. She was a few inches shorter than him, but she didn’t seem to have any trouble holding him up. Of course she didn’t; she’d just bested a literal monster in hand to hand combat. For all Scott knew, she could probably bench press a school bus. That seemed like the kind of thing a werewolf would be able to do. 

God, a werewolf. He would’ve laughed if he thought he would be able to stop once he started. Stiles wasn’t going to believe any of this. Scott barely believed it, and he was living it.

They limped through the trees for a few minutes in silence. The light followed them; the woman had picked up Scott’s phone for him. That was nice of her. Nicer than he would’ve expected of a horror movie monster.

“Why did you help me?”

The woman didn’t answer. The woods were starting to thin out around them, more moonlight filtering through the branches overhead. It wouldn’t be long before they found the main road. Scott hoped werewolves still used cars because he didn’t think he could walk the six miles to his house in this condition.

“He was after me.”

It took Scott a minute to remember what his question had been, but then he frowned. “I thought you said he was your uncle.”

“He was,” the woman said, her fingers digging into Scott’s arm where it was pulled over her shoulder. “But he was…broken. Injured, from a long time ago. Out of his mind with it. He wanted my power. I think he thought it would heal him.”

That didn’t make a whole lot of sense with what Scott knew of biology, but that was human biology. “Does it work like that? You know, for…people like you.”

“Don’t know. Maybe.” She shrugged. “I wasn’t going to let him kill me to find out.”

“Man,” Scott said. “His own niece. That’s messed up.”

“I’m not sure he even knew what he was doing,” she said. Then, quietly enough that Scott wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear it: “I hope he didn’t.”

Scott hoped so too.

Through the trees, black asphalt appeared. The road looked the same as every other time Scott had ever been on it. Somehow, that didn’t feel right. He felt like everything was just a little bit different, or it should be.

The only thing appropriately new was the shiny black car tucked away on the side of the road. The woman led him to it, depositing him gently against the side of it. She handed his phone back before fishing a set of keys out of the pocket of her jacket. Moonlight glinted off the smears on the leather; without the white glare from the flashlight app, it was almost too dark to see how red it was.

“I’m sorry,” Scott said. “That you had to do that. That you had to kill him.”

She faltered, keys clinking against each other as her grip on them tightened. A second later, she was offering him another of those tight-lipped smiles, though this one seemed the tiniest bit more genuine.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she said. “You’re an innocent. Family or not, I couldn’t stand by and let him hurt anyone else. My pack, my responsibility.”

The phrase had a solemness to it that made Scott think it was a motto or a creed, something she’d said a hundred times before and would say a hundred more. Words that she lived by. Words that she would die and kill for. He thought that maybe that should frighten him, and it did, a little bit. Everything about this night had been beyond terrifying, but somehow, he wasn’t afraid of her.

“I’m Scott.”

The woman paused with the driver’s side door halfway open, looking almost taken aback, like something as trivial as names hadn’t even occurred to her. Then she ducked her head. Her long hair swung down in front of her face, but Scott could see the way her shoulders shook in a quiet laugh. When she looked back up, she was smiling for real, with teeth and everything. They weren’t bloody, like he’d expected them to be, but white and straight. It was a nice smile.

“I’m Laura. I’d shake your hand, but—” She wiggled her grimy fingers and made a face.

Scott mirrored it; he was already filthy enough as it was. No pleasantry was worth the extra time he would have to take in the shower he definitely needed before he would finally be able to get into his bed. Thought, at this rate, he might just pass out on the drive back. Even propped up against the car, he was swaying, eyes drooping against his will. School tomorrow was going to be a bitch.

He might have said that last bit out loud. Laura was chuckling again, at least, so he had to have said something. 

“Come on, kid,” Laura said, tugging at him. “Let’s get you home.”

Home sounded fantastic: warm and clean and safe. He put up no resistance as Laura gently manhandled him into the passenger’s seat. The window was tinted, but the moon was still a bright, full presence, peering down at him through the canopy of leaves.

Werewolves, he thought again, with all the bleary marvel of someone teetering on the edge of consciousness. Stiles was going to love this.

The car purred to life around him, muted in that way that only really expensive cars can manage. As Laura pulled back onto the road, Scott pushed his address out around a yawn. Then, with Laura’s soft laugh in his ears, he let his exhaustion pull him under.

#LHAW19 #Laura Hale #Scott McCall #Scaura #Teen Wolf #fics by me