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Erica: Game time! Truth or dare?
Derek: Truth.
Erica: How many hours have you slept this week?
Derek: ...
Derek, turning to Stiles: Dare.
Stiles: Go to bed.
Derek: ...
Derek: I don't like this game.
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bunnyskull152 · 1 year
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Mason: “Hey, what’s that movie with the black guys pretending to be white chicks?”
Boyd: “White chicks-“
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What I see everytime I watch Tyler's opening scene
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malewifetouya · 5 months
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𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖞, 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐
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Synopsis: you and Touya became friends when you were kids, until one day he had to leave. Years later, a beast in the forest makes its home near your village, and you’ll find out who the real monster is.
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• Fantasy au, werewolf x human romance, childhood friends to lovers
Pairing: Dabi x reader
Characters: Touya Todoroki, Goto Imasuji, (mentioned) Enji Todoroki, Rei Todoroki, Fuyumi Todoroki, Natsuo Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki
Warnings: bullying, sexual harassment, misogyny (neither done by Touya), mass murder, vaginal sex, oral (fem receiving), size difference, Goto is a creep here so if you like him, this might not be for you
Written for @candycandy00 for the League Of Villains Horror Anthology.
Title is a reference from a Hellsing Abridged quote by Team Four Star.
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She was like the moon, and he, her wolf- always circling, his shadow cast in her moonlight, waiting for love to break free with the stars.
N.R. Hart
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You met Touya Todoroki when you were thirteen.
All your life, you had lived in a large town named Deika Village, located near a forest. You grew up with a fairly normal childhood, went to school with the other kids.
However, you had a secret: you and your family were witches. Your parents used their magic to help the village, making the crops prosper and kept the town safe from natural disasters or illnesses.
Nobody knew about your family secret because if people found out, you’d all be killed for witchcraft.
So, you put up the image of a non-magical child, and blended in with the other children, who got along with you.
Except for one kid.
His name was Goto Imasuji. He was tall for his age, had unruly blonde hair and onyx eyes. What stood out the most was how bulky he was, which earned him the nickname “Muscular”.
He called you mean names, pushed you around, and pulled on your hair. You don’t know what you did to piss him off at such a young age, but out of all the other kids he targeted, you seemed to be his favorite to harass.
Oddly, despite calling you “uggo”, he didn’t seem to like it when you interacted with other boys and would intimidate them into not talking to you anymore. You didn’t understand why, and just chalked his behavior up to him thinking girls were inferior to boys.
You tried telling the teachers, but they would dismiss you with the same excuses: “boys will be boys”, “just ignore him and he’ll leave you alone”, or, “if he’s mean to you, that just means he likes you” (there was no way in hell you believed that one, considering how many times he called you ugly).
Eventually, no one wanted to hang out with you anymore and would join Goto in bullying you, their fear turning into adoration. You were ostracized and excluded, the only kid with no friends.
That all changed when one day, you would meet a boy your age with snowy white hair and ice blue eyes.
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It was a chilly autumn afternoon when a family of six passed through your village, stopping to spend a few nights.
The family consisted of a husband and father named Enji Todoroki. He was an imposing man with spiky red hair, piercing blue eyes, and a permanent scowl etched on his face. His wife, Rei, was a beautiful woman with sleek white hair and warm gray eyes.
They had four kids; three sons and one daughter. The youngest was Shoto, who was no older than five, with dual colored hair that split right down the middle and heterochromic eyes. You rarely got to talk to him, but whenever you saw him, you’d always give him a polite wave.
The middle son was Natsuo. He looked just like Enji but had Rei’s palette. Out of his other three siblings, he had the most easy-going personality that was almost contagious.
Their only daughter, Fuyumi, was one year younger than you but you envied her looks. She had clearly inherited her mother’s beauty, with red streaks in her white hair, and was just as kind-hearted.
And finally, the eldest son, Touya. What stood out about him the most was how short he was for a boy his age. Despite how frail he looked, he was surprisingly strong and agile. Personality wise, he was reclusive and seemed to prefer being by himself.
The only way you met him was when you caught Goto picking on him for his height. You had stepped in and told your bully to back off, threatening to tell an adult if he didn’t stop.
The blonde menace glowered at you and called you an insult, but left like you told him to, not wanting to get in trouble, grumbling as he stomped away.
As soon as he was gone, you were about to ask Touya if he was okay, only to be met with a glare, like you had personally offended him.
“I didn’t need your help! I could’ve handled him!” He yelled indignantly.
Wow, rude.
“You’re welcome.” You replied sarcastically, turning up your nose at him as you stormed away.
You decided you’d never talk to him ever again, but fate had other plans, seeing as how the next day, Goto shoved you to the ground and shouted at you for interfering yesterday. Just as he was about to kick dirt in your face, he was suddenly pushed by a pair of hands and you heard a familiar voice.
“Leave her alone!”
You looked up to see none other than Touya, standing over Goto with his fists balled and teeth bared. You both made eye contact, and you could’ve sworn you saw his expression soften upon seeing you.
Before either of you could say a word, Goto stood back up and tackled Touya, bringing his fists down repeatedly. Touya was able to dodge his blows using his arms as a shield, but you knew that wouldn’t stop Goto.
With a surge of adrenaline, you leapt to your feet and kicked the bigger boy right between his legs.
He let out a pained wheeze, immediately clutching his groin, and with his hands occupied, you took the opportunity to punch him in the face as hard as you could. You then grabbed Touya’s hand and helped him up, running the both of you away to safety.
Once you two were far away enough, Touya pulled his hands out of your grasp so he could clutch his knees, worn out from running.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
Although you knew the correct response would be to thank him, you felt like being petty.
“I didn’t need your help. I could’ve handled him.” You replied snarkily, repeating his own words back at him.
Whether or not he knew you were being impudent, Touya rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Yeah, you really looked like you had everything under control with the way you were on the ground.”
You crossed your arms and looked away from him. “Whatever, it’s not the first time I’ve dealt with him and it won’t be the last, so don’t think he’ll leave me alone just because you told him to.”
You expected him to scoff again, or make another snarky remark, but he went silent instead, which prompted you to look at him again. He actually stared at you with concern.
“He treats you like that a lot, doesn’t he?” His voice sounded like he had seen this type of behavior before
You nodded solemnly. “Has for a long time.”
Your response caused him to tense up, thinking about all the times he had seen his father treat his mother the same way Goto treated you.
“I’m sorry.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. “What are you sorry for? It’s not your fault.”
“I know that!” Touya huffed, “I just feel bad that you have to deal with him everyday and nobody seems to stand up for you”
You sighed. “It’s not that nobody won’t stand up for me, it’s that those who did were threatened or hit by him.”
“That doesn’t mean you should have to be used to it.” Touya replied softly.
You felt your throat tighten and your eyes burn with tears.
“You’re right, I shouldn’t.”
What happened next was a blur; you collapsed to the ground and broke down crying. Suddenly, a warm pair of arms enveloped you, and a hand was gently patting the top of your head.
From that day on, you and Touya became friends.
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By the time winter rolled around, Touya and his family left.
You were devastated. Despite his brief time in your village, Touya had become your closest friend. You two were practically attached to the hip, hanging out from morning until evening. You already had no friends to begin with thanks to Goto’s influence, and Touya didn’t either since he and his family were treated unkindly by your village for being outsiders.
The best part about being friends with Touya was Goto left you both alone, knowing that if he bothered one of you, the other would scare him away, knowing he couldn’t fight the two of you (he didn’t forget what happened to him last time and still resented you for giving him a bloody nose).
You revealed your magic to Touya, knowing he wouldn’t judge you, and in return, Touya opened up to you about what his family was like behind closed doors, how his father bribed Rei’s parents into letting him marry her, the way he physically abused Shoto, and neglected his other three kids, including him.
You were understandably horrified but now finally understood why Touya didn’t want you hanging out at his temporary house. He probably wanted to protect you from the monster that was Enji.
Despite your protests, Touya would beg you not to tell anyone else about his father. You didn’t understand why, but looking back, he was most likely afraid of what would happen to him, his siblings, and mother.
You even offered to let him stay with you for the night, but he’d always respectfully decline. Secretly, a selfish part of you wanted to share your room with him, because you had developed a crush on him. Though you both were comfortable enough to hug and hold hands, you wondered what it’d feel like to cuddle him, to listen to his heartbeat while he played with your hair until you both fell asleep.
The day Touya told you he and his family were leaving was the same day you were planning to confess your feelings for him. You never got the chance to because you cried in his arms while he apologized and sobbed with you. You both tried to enjoy your last day together, but it was hard to be happy when you knew you’d never get another moment like this with him ever again.
The next morning, you woke up early so you could say goodbye to Touya before he left. You wanted so badly to tell him how you really felt, but if he didn’t feel the same way, you didn’t want to ruin your friendship and part ways on a bad note, so you hugged him one last time, told him you’d miss him, and watched him leave your village with a broken heart.
You’d never forget the boy with crystals for eyes, who was the best part of your life.
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As time went on, you grew up, and now that Touya was gone, Goto had resumed teasing you, only his insults had changed. He made inappropriate remarks about your maturing body, touched you intimately just to make you uncomfortable, and possessively referred to you as “his girl”, like you were his girlfriend instead of his victim.
One day, he went too far and groped your rear end when you weren’t paying attention. That was your final straw.
You told a teacher, but when confronted, Goto replied that he had accidentally bumped into you. Unfortunately, the teacher believed him, and as soon as you were both alone, he cornered you with his burly arms and threatened you to not snitch on him ever again or he would “do something worse”.
You didn’t know what he meant, but the dark look in his eyes was enough to scare you into submission, so you nodded and promised to keep your mouth shut.
He smirked in satisfaction and called you a good girl. You wanted to throw up and slap him across his smug face.
As soon as he let you go and left, you ran outside until you reached the spot you and Touya first met and had an emotional breakdown.
You wished Touya was here, so he could comfort you while you told him about what Goto did and then kick his ass later. If Touya was still here, Goto would’ve never bothered you in the first place, and you might have been spared from being humiliated and threatened by him.
You hoped he would come back to you someday.
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Ten years passed and you were now a full grown woman in your twenties.
After your parents died of old age, you inherited their house. You had given away most of your childhood belongings to the younger kids and whatever belonged to your parents had been buried with them.
You adjusted to your new life and became a waitress at a tea shop. Although your boss was a strict, middle-aged woman who grated your nerves, she paid you well and the tea shop was a peaceful place to work in, so you stuck around.
You were happy. You liked your job, you liked your pay, and you liked the customers.
Except one.
Even years later as adults, Goto still continued to torment you. However, he would continually ask to bed you, and you always turned him down. Your rejection didn’t dissuade him, and he refused to take your no for an answer. It was like he was hoping that you’d eventually change your mind if he wore you down enough.
To make matters worse, a year after your parents died, some unknown beast made its home in the forest near your village.
It made itself known when it mauled anyone who trespassed onto the area it marked as its territory. At first, everyone thought it was a bear, until a survivor said it wasn’t. Although they didn’t get a clear look at the predator, they claimed it was larger than a bear, and ate its victims. The bears in your forest were herbivores.
To appease the creature, the village leaders offered criminals as sacrifices, and in return, innocents were spared. Nobody knew about the sacrifices, not even you. This was done purposely so the crime rate wouldn’t go down, lest your village lose people to offer as food.
What was most odd about the monster was that it was only active during full moons.
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“For the last time, Imasuji: I’m not interested.”
“Aw, why not, sweetheart?” Goto asked with a fake pout. The audacity of this man.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you were mean to me when we were kids?” You hoped your sarcasm was obvious.
Goto only threw back his head and laughed in response. “Y/n, that was the old me! I’ve changed.”
At least, that’s what he believed. You had seen the way he treated other people, especially the men who were nice to you, and nothing about him changed. He was still the egotistical brat you knew since childhood. The only reason nobody ever called him out for his behavior was because they were either too scared or regarded him as some sort of deity simply because he was the best hunter in the village. He also had a few women who were infatuated with him, and you had to endure the scathing looks they gave you out of jealousy.
You even had other people try to convince you to give Goto a chance, claiming he’d make an excellent husband who’d be able to provide for you (and any future children).
If only they knew what a walking red flag he was.
“Imasuji, either order a cup of tea or leave if you’re just going to waste my time.” You seethed. As much as you wanted to smash a teapot over Goto’s head, none of the fine china belonged to you and therefore, weren't yours to damage.
Goto regarded you with cold eyes and a lecherous smirk, “Your parents never taught you your role as a woman. You need a man to put you in your place.”
Rather than humor Goto by wasting your time arguing with him, you excused yourself behind the shoji. You could really use a hot cup of tea.
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When you were finally allowed home, you walked to your backyard where your vegetation was growing. One of the stalks was drying up, so you looked around, and when you were certain there was no one else around, you whispered a spell incantation and the plant grew rapidly.
Not only did you grow fruits and vegetables, you also grew flowers. The most abundant were your nemophilas. They were a beautiful shade of blue, almost similar to the eyes of-
You shook your head, not wanting to get emotional over your childhood friend. You couldn’t help but wonder if he thought about you the way you thought about him.
If only you weren’t so distracted, you would’ve noticed the pair of obsidian eyes watching you from the shadows.
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The smell of brewing tea seemed to overwhelm you as you entered the shop the next morning. You chatted idly with the customers, which helped distract your mind from yesterday’s nostalgic memories, and you were confident your day would go smoothly.
Until a certain blonde walked in and soured your mood.
As usual, he flirted with you, despite how busy you were, but what caught you off guard was when he said:
“Marry me, y/n.”
You had nearly dropped the tray you were carrying. It wasn’t even a question; it was more of demand, as if your feelings didn’t matter to him.
“Why do you want me to marry you? Why should I marry you?” You asked, appalled.
Goto smirked, “Because you’d make a fine wife for me. You wouldn’t even have to work here anymore,” he gestured to the shop surrounding him. “All you’d have to do is stay home, cook, and clean.”
He then leaned forward, leering. “And give me children.”
“W-what?!” You spluttered.
“I prefer sons, but if we have daughters, I’ll teach them to be future wives for their husbands-“
“No.”
Goto went silent, and you could’ve sworn you saw his face twitch before he quickly smiled again, only it didn’t reach his eyes.
“You didn’t even let me finish-“
“You don’t need to, Imasuji.” You snapped. “I don’t want to marry you and I never will, so just drop it already.”
Goto’s grin became more menacing, and he leaned down to make you feel smaller. You hadn’t felt this scared of him since the time he threatened you to stay silent.
“I’d reconsider your answer if I were you, y/n.”
Despite the warning bells going off in your head, you were too prideful to let yourself be intimidated by him.
“Or what?” You challenged.
There was a shattering sound, and you realized he had gripped his cup so hard that the glass broke, tea and blood leaking from his fingers.
“Or you’ll regret it.”
Don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it-
“I’d regret marrying you rather than staying single for the rest of my life.”
You heard a gasp, and, to your embarrassment, saw that the whole shop had been watching you and Goto. Everyone looked at you like you were the crazy one instead of the creep invading your personal space.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Goto snarled, and then turned around to leave the shop.
Before anyone could berate you for turning him down, you bolted to the shoji and felt yourself having a panic attack after what happened.
You couldn’t breathe, your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, and you had begun to cry. You grabbed one of the zabutons and clutched it for comfort, the soft fabric bringing you back from your hysteria. Finally, you began to calm down, and did breathing exercises, your heartbeat slowing down.
Suddenly, the shoji opened quickly, revealing your agitated boss and making you gasp. She looked down at you with annoyance.
“What are you doing back here? We have customers!” She yelled shrilly, seemingly uncaring of the tear tracks on your face.
You stood up and hastily wiped your uniform, “Sorry, I had a breakdown and needed to be alone.”
Your boss stared at you critically before sighing in irritation. “Fine, you can go home early. Can’t have you crying in the tea.”
You chose to ignore her passive aggressive remark and thanked her for letting you leave. You quickly made your way home, ignoring the curious stares from the other villagers. Luckily, Goto wasn’t one of them. You didn’t think you could handle another panic attack, especially outside for everyone to see.
Once inside your house, you locked your door and closed the curtains to the windows. Although you hadn’t seen Goto since this afternoon at the tea shop, you still felt paranoid that he’d be outside your home.
You retreated to your bedroom and changed into your nightgown, figuring a nap would help calm your nerves. Under the safety of your blankets, you fell asleep immediately, hoping you’d feel better when you woke up.
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You were awakened to the sound of fierce knocking at your front door.
Jolting up, you stood from your bed and walked to your window, peaking through the curtains. Outside, were some of the villagers and the leaders, holding torches and rope.
You felt uneasy, especially since it was already nightfall. Had you really slept that long? And why were there so many people at your front door this late?
The knocking became more aggressive, and you knew if you didn’t answer, then your door would be kicked down. Grabbing a red silk robe, you covered yourself since you were still wearing your thin nightgown. Normally, you would’ve changed into more appropriate clothes, but you had a feeling they wouldn’t wait any longer.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” You yelled impatiently, hoping the villagers heard your agitation. You unlatched the locks and opened your door ajar, keeping as much space possible between you and your unwanted visitors.
“May I help you?”
“L/n, step outside, please.” One of the leaders said, leaving no room for argument.
“Why?” You asked suspiciously.
“Step. Out. Side. Please.”
Not wanting to cause trouble, you did as told and walked out your door. You stared up at your leader, trying not to look as nervous as you felt.
“L/n, we’ve received word that you might be a witch.”
You did a double take. “I’m sorry, what?”
“We heard from Imasuji that he caught you using magic outside your house.”
The fiend himself appeared from the side of your house, arms crossed and smirking. You had a feeling why he would accuse you of witchcraft.
Unknown to you, he had followed you a few nights ago and saw you whisper the spell incantation to make your plants grow. Your refusal to marry him was the final push for him to decide that if he couldn’t have you, then no one could.
“That's a lie, I’m not a witch.” You responded. Your leader didn’t look convinced, and forced himself, along with and Goto, inside your house for inspection, despite your protests.
At first, they didn’t find anything that looked suspicious, like potions or animal familiars, so you assumed you were safe, until Goto came out of your bedroom.
“I found a spell book!”
You felt your blood turn to ice. It was your family’s spell book that had been passed down for generations. At this point, you knew there was no point in lying because you had been caught.
“Okay, fine, it’s a spell book and yes, I used magic to make my backyard grow faster.” You admitted, “That doesn’t mean I’m an evil witch! I’ve only used my magic for good.”
The crowd began cornering you and you felt multiple hands grabbing you, tying your wrists behind your back. That would explain the rope.
As you were escorted out of the village, everyone cursed and spat at you, saying you deserved to die and that you were going to hell.
You had never felt so betrayed.
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There was a full moon in the sky, giving you some light as you were led out to the forest.
It was bad enough you had a shitty day, now you were having a shitty night.
After walking for a few more minutes, you arrived at a large tree, far away from your village. You wondered if you were going to be hanged because of the rope, but instead, the leaders began tying you to the trunk, binding your arms behind you.
When you asked if you were just going to be left outside all night, you were then told of all the previous criminals before you who had been offered as sacrifices to the beast, and you were horrified.
You vowed that the leaders wouldn’t get away with their sins, but they laughed you off and, as one last act of defiance, you spat in one of their faces.
Now, you had been left alone to die at the claws of some unknown monster.
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The monster himself raised his nose to the sky, smelling fresh blood in the distance. His stomach rumbled with hunger and he took off on all fours.
Ever since he marked the forest as his territory, he couldn’t control his primal instincts and had accidentally killed a few people in his starving frenzy.
Then, one night, he saw a man tied to a tree. The animal in him dominated his humanity and all that was left of the poor soul was a mangled, bloodied corpse.
From then on, during every full moon, he would find someone left out for him to eat and he would be satisfied for the rest of the night. Humans were more filling than animals.
The smell of blood became stronger as he neared his prey, and drool began flying off his muzzle as he ran faster. He growled with excitement.
He couldn’t wait to devour his next victim.
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You pulled at your binds, trying to free yourself, but it was no use. The more you strained, the more the rope dug into your skin, leaving red, painful welts.
You knew there was no point in calling for help. There was no one else around, and all you’d do was attract an animal, or the beast itself.
You hoped it wouldn’t find you, or would ignore you instead of eating you alive. You’d rather stay tied to the tree and die from either starvation, dehydration, or exposure than be mauled to death.
Despite your resolve to stay strong, you felt your eyes begin to water at the shittiness of the situation you were trapped in. Your family secret discovered all because you refused to marry your childhood bully, finding out that the village leaders were murderous sociopaths, and neither of them would be punished, while you were paying the consequences for their actions.
Your head snapped up when you heard the sound of twigs snapping and large footsteps approaching you. The birds in the trees across from you flew away, panicked.
Oh god. It was coming for you.
You finally began to openly sob. Why bother keeping quiet when it knew where you were? You prayed that your death would be quick.
Then, from the trees emerged the creature itself. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped your mouth, eyes widening in horror.
It looked like a wolf, but it was bigger than a bear and stood on its hind legs. Its fur was white with gnarled, purple scars underneath its eyes, covering its lower face and neck, all the way down past its collarbone. Its chest, arms, and legs were a patchwork of fur and scars. But the most striking feature was its glowing blue eyes.
Its muzzle formed into a snarl, drool dripping from its sharp teeth. You could see the black, protruding claws from its fingers. You didn’t know which looked worse: the fangs or talons.
It lowered itself on all fours again and began to slowly approach you, as if taunting you. By now, you were loudly weeping, thinking about all the friends you’d never see again. You wanted to live a long life and die peacefully in your sleep from old age, not like this.
The wolf-like beast sniffed you, its nose pressing against your body. You cringed and looked away, feeling like your personal space was being violated. Why was it dragging this out? To antagonize you?
Suddenly, it jolted its head back, as if electrocuted. It stood on its hind legs once more to get a better look at you. Then, its eyes widened in realization.
“Y/n?”
Your eyes flew open in shock and you turned your head to look at the bipedal wolf, jaw dropping. It just spoke to you, and it knew your name. Did it know you? And did you know it?
“How do you know me?” You asked in a shaky voice.
“Y/n, it’s me, Touya.” It replied in a masculine voice.
You felt like all the air left your body at the mention of the familiar name. There was no way this giant apex predator was your beloved childhood friend.
“Stop tormenting me,” you demanded, though your tone sounded more like a plea. “You’re not Touya. Don’t lie to me!”
Its face looked genuinely hurt but it gently grabbed your chin with its thumb and index finger so you were face to face. Despite its large claws, it was careful not to scratch you.
“Look at me, y/n. Look at me and you’ll see.”
Despite your better judgment, you did as told, studying its face. Even with the pointed ears and muzzle, something about it did look familiar.
Then, you stared into its eyes, and memories of a blue-eyed boy whom you fell in love with invaded your mind with flashbacks.
“…Touya?”
The wolf smiled and nodded his head, “Yes.”
“But how?” You asked, “You were human when we met but now you’re…”
Unable to figure out what exactly he was, your voice trailed. Touya, however, didn’t seem offended, and let go of your chin. “Let me get you out of these ropes before I explain everything.”
He circled around the tree and slashed your binds with his claws, never once grazing your skin. With your arms free, you began to rub your sore wrists as Touya entered your field of vision again.
“First off, I’m a lycanthrope, also known as a werewolf.” He explained, “I only take this form during full moons. My entire family are werewolves, too. Lycans are born, not made.”
“Why didn’t you tell me when we were kids?” You asked, feeling somewhat hurt that he kept such a big secret from you.
Touya sighed, “We’re not supposed to tell humans about our kind, or they’d probably try to kill us all.”
There was a few seconds of silence before you threw yourself at Touya, wrapping your arms around his middle while crying into his fur.
“I missed you so much, Touya.”
Touya stiffened, taken aback by the sudden hug, but then relaxed and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up so your feet were off the ground. He inhaled your scent, familiar with the pheromones since he first met you.
“I missed you too, y/n. I thought about you everyday after I left.”
You heard a swishing sound behind Touya, and peeked over to see his large white tail wagging. It was cute, knowing he was this happy to see you again.
Touya placed you back on your feet but neither of you pulled away from the embrace. You had to look up at him due to the height difference. It was then you remembered the scars littering his body.
“These scars… how did you get them?” You asked before realizing you may have overstepped a boundary. Luckily, Touya didn’t look angry, only sad.
“When I came of age, I left my family and traveled to find a new home. I ended up in a forest called Sekoto Peak. Another village saw my werewolf form, and lit the forest on fire in an attempt to kill me. I survived, but was left with these burn scars.”
He shuddered as he recalled the heat, how the fire was so hot that it turned blue. Had he not found a creek and jumped in the water, he would’ve been cremated.
You felt tears roll down your face, which Touya wiped away with his thumbs. “Oh, Touya…”
“It’s okay, y/n,” he said gently with a soft smile, “they don’t hurt me anymore. Now, I have a question for you: why were you tied to a tree?”
You were the last person Touya thought would commit a crime. You were feisty, that he knew, but he couldn’t see you doing anything illegal or immoral.
Your face twisted into a scowl as you looked away, “Remember Goto Imasuji? He accused me of witchcraft because I refused to marry him.”
There was silence as Touya processed what you said before his shock was replaced with fury. His fur bristled and he bared his fangs, though you knew his anger wasn’t directed at you.
“He fucking WHAT?!”
You hadn’t seen him this pissed since the time he caught Goto bullying you. Funny how both times were because of him.
“He caught me using magic on my crops, which was stupid on my part, but I thought I was alone.” You confessed, “Goto saw me, told the village leaders, and when they invaded my home, they found my family’s spell book.”
Touya snarled with rage. How dare the leaders leave you to die, all because a man felt entitled to have you? He was going to make them pay, especially Goto.
“I’m going to kill them all.”
You opened your mouth to protest, until you recalled not only how terribly Goto treated you, but the leaders and the entire village.
Your anger began to rise as you remembered how they all betrayed you, and now you hated everyone. If they saw you as an evil witch, then you would become what they feared.
“No, we’re going to kill them all.”
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Back at your village, the residents set your house on fire to “cleanse” their town from your magic. The leaders had gathered around to celebrate your demise. Goto had stolen a few of your clothes for himself when nobody looked.
There was a scream from someone, and everybody ran to the source to see a large, white bipedal wolf sprinting full speed, with you on its back, before coming to a stop.
“She’s alive?” Goto asked in disbelief. You glared down at the blonde man. Your red cloak billowed behind you in the wind, the color matching your hatred.
“Yes, I’m alive, but you won’t be.” You promised darkly, “Before I enact my revenge, I want everyone to know that your leaders have been offering our people as sacrifices to the beast.”
There was a gasp in the crowd, and you continued, “And the only reason I was accused of witchcraft was not because Goto Imasuji cares about the village, but because I refused to marry him.”
Goto snarled and pointed a finger at you. “She lies! Do not believe this monster!”
You narrowed your eyes coldly at the blonde. “No, Imasuji, the real monster is you.”
“Do you have proof of your accusations against us, witch?” One of the leaders asked accusingly, and this time, Touya spoke up.
“Me, for I am the beast they have been offering sacrifices to.”
Everyone gasped in horror, and Goto raised his spear. “The creature stands before us with the witch! Don’t just stand there, kill them!”
Before he could make the first move, you extended your hand and blue flames shot out, engulfing Imasuji. He screamed in pain as the fire consumed him, until he was reduced to a charred corpse.
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“Touya, I know this is asking a lot from you but I need you to remember the fire you were in.”
The werewolf shifted uncomfortably and you sighed. “I know you don’t want to, but in order for me to use my magic, I need to absorb the memories of the fire. Do you trust me?”
Touya went silent, and you feared he was going to say he didn’t, until he finally spoke.
“Yes, I trust you.”
You smiled reassuringly and placed your hands on either side of his face. He closed his eyes and you felt like you were experiencing what he went through:
The heat from the flames, the gorgeous yet deadly blue color, the smell of smoke, the excruciating feeling of your skin burning-
You pulled away with a gasp as you were brought back to the present. Touya looked distressed, his eyes still tightly closed, so you reached up to gently rub his ears. He immediately relaxed and his chest rumbled, like he was purring.
Releasing his ears, you concentrated all your magic and a small blue flame ignited in your palm.
You extinguished it and Touya knelt down so you could climb on his back. You held on to the fur on his nape as he ran through the woods to your village.
They had no idea what they were in for.
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Your village erupted into screams as everyone, including your leaders ran, terrified that they would suffer the same fate. You jumped from Touya’s back and set a blazing ring of fire surrounding your town so no one could escape.
“You know what to do, Touya.”
With a growl, the werewolf sprinted after anyone who was too slow, and whoever wasn’t mauled by him was burned by you.
Eventually, the chaos went silent, and what was left of your village was ash and dead bodies. Touya stood beside you, his white fur covered in blood
A few children came out of their houses, yawning and rubbing their eyes, to see what all the commotion was. When they saw the corpses, they began to cry and wail in grief.
You felt you heart break with guilt, and Touya looked remorseful, too. As inhuman as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to harm a child.
Quietly, you whispered a fatigue spell, and watched with relief as all the kids lay down to sleep for the final time. At least they would pass peacefully and not have to live the rest of their lives as orphans.
With no one left alive, you summoned a weather incantation and thunder rumbled in the sky as a steady downpour extinguished the fire.
Climbing on Touya’s back again, you both headed back to the forest.
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Touya came to a stop at the tree where you were tied and you jumped off, hugging him again, “Thank you for helping me, Touya.”
“Of course,” he replied, hugging you back, “You deserved justice.”
You knew eventually you and Touya would have to depart again, so you did what you should’ve done years ago.
“Touya, there’s something I have to tell you.”
You felt him tense up before he asked, “Is it good or bad?”
You laughed quietly, “Depends on how you react.”
“Alright, what is it?”
You looked up at him, still keeping your arms wrapped around his waist. “When we were kids, I developed feelings for you. I wanted to tell you, but then you and your family moved away, so I never got the chance to.”
Touya didn’t say anything, and you expected him to pull away from the hug and tell you he didn’t feel the same way. Instead, he looked down at you with wide eyes.
“You… you liked me?”
You smiled and shook your head. “No, Touya, I loved you.”
There was a familiar swishing sound, and you looked behind Touya to see his tail wagging again. “I’m glad you told me because I felt the same way about you, too, y/n.”
Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest from happiness. “You loved me, too?”
Touya smiled and reached a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Knew I did the moment I saw you kick Imasuji in the crotch.”
You let out a watery laugh as your eyes brimmed with happy tears. Standing on your toes, you pressed your lips against his muzzle, catching him by surprise. In return, he leaned down and affectionately licked your cheek, making you giggle.
He pulled back to look at you tenderly, and you felt you core begin to heat up, making you rub your thighs together. “Touya, make love to me.”
Touya raised his eyebrows, “Right here? Right now?”
You nodded, unable to wait any longer. “Yes, I want you, Touya, in every way possible. Please, touch me.”
Upon hearing your plea, something primal awakened in Touya. Not the urge to hunt, but the urge to claim. He gently tilted your head back and lowered himself to lick your neck. You ran your fingers through the fur on his nape in encouragement, and he lightly nipped at your throat with his teeth. He slowly removed your robe and nightgown, letting the garments fall to the ground around your ankles.
When he finally pulled away, your eyes were hazed with want, and you looked even more beautiful to him. He suddenly became self conscious about his appearance, worried that the scars would turn you off, so he spun you around until you were facing the tree.
You looked back over your shoulder to see him get down on his knees, hooking his claws in the waistband of your panties to pull them down. You gasped when his cold, wet nose nudged against your clit. Bracing your arms against the tree, you arched your back.
You heard Touya growl in satisfaction and he used his thumbs to spread your folds apart, revealing your pretty pussy to him. Unable to wait any longer, his tongue licked up and down your slit.
You moaned and rested your forehead against the trunk, grinding your hips against Touya’s face from behind. He moved his hands up from the back of your thighs to cup your buttocks, massaging the supple flesh in his palms. He hummed at the taste of your fluids, the vibrations stimulating your inner walls.
Touya felt his cock harden and stick up, leaking precum. Slowly, he pulled away from your folds, a trail of his saliva and your cum connecting to his tongue. You were about to whine about the loss of contact, until you felt him lightly bite your ass cheek, making you yelp. Touya chuckled with your glute still between his teeth, before he let go and licked the bite mark he left. He trailed his tongue up your back as he began to stand up.
He stood to his full height, hands gripping your waist as he pressed his tip into your opening. You whined and he stilled, his mushroom head halfway in.
“Tell me you want it,” he growled. “Tell me what you want, y/n.”
You looked up at him from over your shoulder and grinded your ass against his length. “Please, Touya, I want you inside of me. Make me yours.”
That was all he needed to hear. He slowly pushed himself in you, grunting in pleasure at how tight you felt around him. Your mouth dropped open in a loud moan, feeling so stuffed and full. His girth filled your walls, and the long length touched a certain spot inside that made you see stars.
Touya paused, waiting for you to get adjusted to his size before he began to slowly thrust himself in and out. Your feet were dangling off the ground as his large hands encircled your hips. You stretched your arms above your head, nails scratching the bark.
Despite his large size, Touya was careful not to hurt you. Even though his animalistic side wanted to dominate you, he knew you were still human. Your submission was enough to satisfy his inner wolf.
A particular hard thrust caused you to throw your head back and moan, exposing the side of your neck. Unable to control his primal urges, Touya’s fangs elongated and he bit down on the soft flesh. Your eyes rolled upwards at the mix of pleasure and pain.
Touya pulled away, licking the bite mark he left on your neck, then suddenly maneuvered you so you were leaning back against him, his arms under your legs. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind as he fucked you in a standing full-nelson.
Sliding his arms up further until the backs of your thighs were resting off his inner elbows, Touya’s hands crept up to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers. The sensitivity made you mewl, grasping the fur on his neck. You felt like something inside you was going to burst, and you knew you were close.
“T-Touya, I’m-“
You didn’t need to finish your sentence, because Touya brought his long tail around and rubbed your clit with the tip, making you scream in ecstasy as you and Touya both reached your climax together.
Once you both came down from your high, Touya gently lowered you so your feet were touching the ground again but kept his arms wrapped around you, knowing you were too jelly-legged to stand. He then sat down on the grass, pulling you with him so you could sit in his lap.
You snuggled your face into his furry chest, sighing contentedly. Although the night air was chilly, his pelt kept you warm. Something was still gnawing at your mind, so you looked up at your beloved.
“Touya, why didn’t you let me look at you?”
You saw Touya’s jaw tighten, and you worried you may have ruined the mood, but his hand reached up to stroke your hair, tucking a few damp strands behind your ear.
“I thought my scars would make you change your mind about me.”
There was a vulnerability to his voice that ached your heart, and you sat up to straddle him so you both were face to face.
“Touya, your scars don’t disgust me at all. I love all of you, and I hope you can learn to love yourself the way I do.”
Tears began to well up in Touya’s eyes. For years, he wanted his family, especially his father, to look at him, only to be denied that wish. Yet, here you were, looking at all of him with the love and adoration he longed for since he was a child.
You kissed his forehead and gently pushed him down so you were on top of him while he lay beneath you, looking even more ethereal as he stared up at you. You began to grind your pussy against his hard-on.
“Let me make you feel beautiful, Touya.”
Slowly, you sheathed yourself onto his cock. Touya threw back his head and gritted his teeth, hands coming up to grasp your thighs. Once he was fully inside of you again, you began to slowly bounce on his length.
You heard Touya mutter curse words, knowing he felt just as good as you did. He thrusted upwards into you, matching your pace. When he opened his eyes, he saw your breasts bouncing and pulled you down closer so he could lick one of your nipples, making you whimper. His hands traveled down to cup your buttocks in his palms, claws ever so slightly digging into the plush skin. You yelped in surprise when he spanked your ass before massaging the mounds afterwards.
You felt your second orgasm approaching and rubbed your clit against Touya’s pelvis for friction. He pulled you down into a tight embrace, your face buried into his chest as he gave one final thrust, making you both cum at the same time.
Exhausted, you collapsed on top of him, his cock still inside you. You rested your head in the crook of his neck as his hands ran up and down your sides in a soothing manner. You would’ve fallen asleep in his arms until he asked you:
“Would you like to live with me?”
You perked your head from his chest, staring at him unbelievingly with wide eyes. “Live with you?”
Touya removed one of his hands from your waist so he could scratch the back of his neck, feeling shy. “I don’t have much of a place to live but I could take care of you. I know how to hunt and-“
He was cut off when you kissed his nose, “Of course I want to live with you, I’d love that more than anything.”
You heard Touya’s tail thump against the ground as he wagged it, and he licked your cheek, making you giggle at the sudden affection. He helped you stand and put on your nightgown and robe for you, before getting down on all fours, allowing you to climb on his back.
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Touya ran past the forest until he reached a hot spring waterfall and leapt to the other side, soaking you both wet. You climbed off his back and saw a rocky wall. Just as you were about to ask, Touya moved a large rock covering a hole that led to a cave on the inside.
You stepped in while Touya followed and closed the gap. At first, all you saw was darkness, but then the ceiling and walls began to glow with blue lights. Your jaw dropped in amazement and Touya chuckled.
“Those are glow worms. They’re bioluminescent, which is how they’re able to make their own light.”
He then grabbed your hand and led you down the rest of the cave while you admired the glowing larvae that resembled stars.
You suddenly recalled a fond memory of the time Touya told you about his fascination with the stars, and you’d both lay out at night to stare at the sky while he pointed at every constellation.
You were snapped out of your reminiscing when Touya softly called your name, and you saw his den. One side had a pile of fur and pelts, which you guessed he slept in, and on the other side was another hot spring surrounded by a pool of water. At the end was a keyhole that filtered water from the other side. Thankfully, it was small enough that you knew neither man nor animal would be able to swim through, giving you and Touya privacy.
Although caves were usually cold, the steam from the hot springs kept the air warm, so you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about winter.
You made your way over to his fur pile and sat down, feeling the soft pelts between your fingers. Touya sat down with you, looking shy.
“So, what do you think?”
“I think it’s beautiful,” you replied dreamily, “and I can’t believe I’m going to live here with you.”
Touya sighed in relief and pulled you into his arms, nuzzling his face into your neck. You hugged him back and giggled when he licked your cheek again.
“I’m happy you’re here with me. I was lonely for so long.” Touya admitted. You kissed his nose and rested your forehead against his.
“You’ll never be lonely again, Touya. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Touya’s tail wagged and he pulled away from your neck, looking at you with a serious expression. “Y/n, will you be my mate?”
You blinked in surprise, and Touya worried he may have rushed things, until you straddled his lap, smiling at him.
“Yes, Touya, I will be your mate.”
You watched as Touya’s pupils dilated and he leaned down again to lick your neck. You tilted your head back in submission, and he began to remove your garments again. He gently pushed you down onto the furs once you were naked and hovered above you.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
Placing your legs over his shoulders, Touya slowly entered inside you again, and you arched your back off the pelts, moaning as he filled you. He grabbed your wrists, holding your arms above your head as he began to thrust in and out.
This was different from the first time he took you. This felt more intimate now that he was allowing you to look at him.
Touya lowered his head to lick your nipples, making you whimper in pleasure. His pace sped up, the sound of his cock hitting your wet pussy drowned out by his grunts and your moans that echoed all around the cave.
Sensing that you were close, Touya brought his free hand down to rub your clit with his paw pad, your vision going white as you came all over his fingers and cock. Touya’s chest rumbled as he spilled his seed inside you and collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily.
Slowly, he pulled out and picked you up in his arms, carrying you to the hot spring pool to clean yourselves. The water was warm, and you leaned against Touya as he washed you down with a sponge.
When you both were cleansed, he carried you back to the fur pile and laid down, resting you on top of his chest. Just as you were about to fall asleep, Touya spoke again.
“The sun is coming up, I’m shifting back into my human form.”
You lifted your head and watched as the fur on his body receded, though the scars remained. His ears shrunk to normal size, his muzzle shrinking inwards to form a normal nose and mouth, and lying before you was a human man with familiar white hair and blue eyes.
“Aw, I’m gonna miss your tail wagging.” You teased.
Touya softly laughed and brushed a wet strand of hair behind your ear. “This won’t be the last time you see it.”
You smiled and finally got to kiss his lips before laying your head on his chest. “I’ll have the rest of my life to see you in both forms.”
Touya kissed the top of your head. “Forever.”
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outtoshatter · 11 months
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I got the Urge to make another List! Here’s some spring and autumn fics for all your reading needs! As before @missanniewhimsy helped me make this list, and I truly appreciate the help!
Autumn
fire & smoke by raisesomehale (2k, T)
It’s not like Stiles had meant to offend Derek when they first met two days ago, he had just been surprised! Caught off guard! Unprepared.
If anything, it’s his dad’s fault.
He had been the one to suggest they hire some extra help after his accident back in May put him strictly out of commission until the new year. But back-injury or not, the cattle cabin must be rebuilt before the herd moves back into the pastures after winter, and there was no way Stiles would be able to do the work all by himself.
And so it was decided. His dad had hired Derek. And when the time finally came, sent Stiles off to fetch him from the train station, neglecting entirely to mention the small matter of the man being a fucking werewolf.
we’re still writing pages by elisela (3k, G)
Autumn is Stiles’ favorite time of the year—leaves are falling, the air is getting crisp, the whole of Market Street smells like cinnamon, and he gets to spend Saturday mornings watching his daughter tear around a football field like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.
The Curse of the Love Sweater by HisBeloved (56k, E)
The "sweater curse" or "curse of the love sweater" is a term used by knitters to describe the belief that if a knitter gives a hand-knit sweater to a significant other, it will lead to the recipient breaking up with the knitter.
When Stiles and Derek were children, a misunderstanding created a rift between Claudia Stilinski, owner of The Hale Yarn Company, and Talia Hale, the best knitter and spinner in the county, leading to the opening of Lucky Ewe, Claudia Stilinski's yarn store.
Stiles and Derek have been lifelong competitors at the Beacon County Fair and after their mothers died, became owners of competing yarn shops.   Derek is a budding knitwear designer on the eve of the release of his first book of patterns.  Stiles wants him on his popular knitting YouTube show despite the decade-long feud between the Stilinski's and Hales.  Hijinks, fluff, and ridiculousness ensue, and the boys get their happy ending.
Love Cake by kellerific (4k, T)
Stiles, newly home from college, shares an important family tradition with Derek.
Fallen leaves can be picked up by the shovelful by dearericbittle (3k, T)
Stiles has been working so hard to keep his magic a secret from his roommate, and it’s worked pretty well for the first month or so. And then he can’t resist playing around in the leaves and well… Apparently he’s been sharing a room with a werewolf? Suddenly this Emissary thing he’s heard about makes a lot more sense.
Like Leaves by lanalua (2k, G)
When Stiles moved to Vermont to train as an emissary, he didn't expect to fall quite so hard. 
Spring
among your heart-shaped leaves by dappledawndrawn (12k, T)
After rebuilding the Hale house, Derek enlists Stiles' help in planting a garden. 
It’s a Date by JoMouse (1k, G)
Roscoe breaks down in the rain on his way to surprise Derek. 
Promise of Spring by Still_beating_heart (1k, T)
Spring showers bring ruined picnics and an opportunity to dance in puddles. 
A peony for your thoughts by changez (2k, T)
“Don’t you dare,” Stiles hissed at the thief, waving the floral tape in as threatening of a manner as he could muster. (It was the closest object. Don’t judge.) The thief looked at Stiles as if to say: “oh yeah? Try me,” stuck his nose up in the air, and sauntered out of the shop, a rose clenched in his maw.
The Bright Side of Disaster by Gia279 (5k, T) *this is me
Tucked between fresh harvested vegetables and fruits, homemade skincare products and lovingly knit scarves and sewn shawls, were booths and tables selling potions, amulets, crystals, and herbs, athames and wands, scrying glasses and hand-embroidered altar cloths. Beacon Hills was a hotbed for magical activity, and it drew the supernatural community like moths to a flame. There were rumors that magical tools crafted in town were more powerful, potions more effective, even herbs more potent. 
Barefoot in the Sand by wulfnerd (100, T)
The Stilinski-Hale goes to the beach, the water is too cold, and Stiles feels possessive.
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Top 5 Ally PCs?
oh hell yeah let's fuckin go
1- pete conlan my best friend. he's such a disaster but is trying his best. fant-asma knuckle tattoos. wild magic sorcerer. he's never done anything wrong in his entire life, actually.
2- margaret encino. she's such a disaster but is trying her best. society if her INSANE call to the guards play in battle of the brands had worked. diet boston cream pie yogurt. found out the best friend she's definitely not in love with is engaged, so she became the sugar mommy for a hot dog-shaped space ship and its crew of people who are as fucked up as she is.
3- liam wilhelmina. he's such a disaster but is trying his best. seed guy. his best friend is a pig. he's peppermint batman, and before that his body "was like a walking apology". he must have known preston was almost certainly going to die with lapin, but he sent him any way just in case. he was the first to say slammed down big-style. aroace king.
4- kristen applebees. she's such a disaster but is trying her best. okay look. i'm exmo and gay i Understand Her. if i roll a nat 20 can i be alive. of course a 14 is good enough to ribbon dance to the ground safely. worst inspiring speeches of all time. created a buzzfeed god. raised worshipping a sun god and then started dating a werewolf cleric with a moon goddess. 1d4 gay spit damage.
5- timothy goose. he's less of a disaster but definitely doesn't have his shit all the way together and is trying his best. old man who just wants to save his son and go back to his husband, but gets roped into babysitting... them *gestures vaguely to the rest of destiny's children*. he's the gander.
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you for tagging me @dragonflylady77 💗
I may or may not have a lil beginning for my eventual FirstPrince werewolf!au ~
[ And happy birthday to my favorite bisexual disaster 💖💜💙 ]
Alex Claremont-Diaz is…well, he’s everything a wolf should be. Tall, long-limbed, strong, and most of all: charismatic. Community and pack oriented. Most would say he has a swimmer’s body, but those people clearly have never seen a real wolf. Some would also say he’s loud, overeager, and has his head up the moon’s ass. Again: werewolf. It’s like blaming water for being wet. At least, that’s what he’s consoled himself with.
As for Henry Hanover-Stuart Windsor Fox…his mother is a wolf. She comes from a long and prestigious line—many lines—of wolves. And she fell in love with a human. Despite the initial shock and disdain for marrying outside of tradition, having two children born as healthy, strong wolves calmed several of the loudest, bigoted voices. And then Henry came along. The youngest. The favorite. The human. But nobody else knows that last part.
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If anyone wants to share their wips, feel free to tag me <3
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lalalilylulu · 1 year
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I said this before and I'll say it again.
Alec and Lily's friendship is underappreciated
Here is the tidbits of their growing friendship throughout the series (mostly happened in short stories, cassie i need more of them)
“One of the Nephilim,” said Lily, bad girl that she was, and she drummed on the table of their booth with shining blue fingernails. “My, my.” “Hi?” said Alec. —What to Buy the Shadowhunter Who Has Everything
“I think I saw you earlier,” said Alec hesitantly. “You were—making out with a faerie girl?”
(...)
“Why, you want to make something of it?” The woman bristled. “How happy I am to see the Nephilim constantly crashing our parties. Were you even invited?” “I’m a plus-one,” said Alec. The vampire girl relaxed slightly. “Oh, right, you’re Magnus’s latest disaster,” she said. “That’s what Raphael calls you. I’m Lily.”
(...)
“I’ve decided I detest you,” Lily told Alec. “It’s mutual,” Alec said dryly. Unexpectedly, that made the vampire woman smile, before Raphael dragged her away.
****
“Someone dropped a piece of roof on me,” Bat told him, blinking in a way that was more owlish than wolfish. “Inconsiderate.” Alec realized Bat was not so much on a murderous out-of-control rampage as mildly concussed. “Easy there,” he said, as Bat tumbled against his chest. He looked around for the most trustworthy person, for someone to be on his team. He took a gamble and dumped Bat into Lily’s arms. “Watch him for me, will you?” he asked. “Make sure he gets out all right.” “Put that werewolf down immediately, Lily,” Raphael ordered. “It really hurts that you would say that,” Bat muttered, and shut his eyes. Lily considered Bat’s head, pillowed on her lavender bosom. “I don’t want to put him down,” she announced. “The Shadowhunter gave this DJ to me.”
—The Red Scrolls of Magic
"Don't waste my time, Lily," Alec said. "What do you want?" "I want you to sit down and help me, I suppose," Lily grumbled. Alec had sat down. **** "I like Alec so much," Lily told Magnus at a party months later, slightly drunk and with glitter in her hair. "Especially when he gets snippy with me. He reminds me of Raphael." "How dare you," Magnus had replied. "You are speaking of the man I love."
****
"LIGHTWOOD!" Lily bellowed, charging in. "Ah yes, Lily Chen, I believe?" said Robert Lightwood, turning to her with the dignity of the Inquisitor and no sign of surprise. "I remember you were interim representative for the vampires on the Council for a time. Glad to see you again. What can I do for you?" (...) Lily did not care. "Not you!" she snapped. "Who even are you?" "I'm the Inquisitor?" said Robert. "I was the head of the New York Institute for over a decade?" Lily rolled her dark eyes. "Oh, congratulations, do you want a medal? I need Alexander Lightwood, obviously,"
****
"I do not talk to Nephilim about Downworlder business," Lily said severely. The Lightwood parents stared at her, and then swung their heads in sync to stare at their son. Lily waved a dismissive hand in their direction. "Except for Alec, he's a special case. —"
****
"You're sure the werewolves have this in hand?" "Yes," said Alec. "You didn't need to charge to Idris and spill Downworlder business in front of my whole family." "If they're your family, they know you can handle a little thing like this," Lily said dismissively.
****
"What?" Lily asked, looking up at Alec and sounding shy suddenly. "I always liked children, when I was alive. People said I was good with them." She laughed, a little self-consciously. "It's been a while." "That's great," said Alec. "You'll be willing to babysit occasionally, then." "Ha-ha, I'm the head of the New York vampire clan and I'm much too important," Lily told him. "But I'll see him when I drop by your place."
****
She stood on her tiptoes in high-heeled boots, kissed Alec on the cheek, and sashayed out. "I do not like that vampire's attitude," said Robert in the silence following Lily's departure. "Lily's all right," said Alec mildly.
—Born to Endless Night
“I thought I might bring Lily,” he told Magnus. “She can speak Spanish. And I thought it might cheer her up. She likes Jem.” Nobody at any Market would question Lily’s presence. Everybody had heard of the Downworlder and Shadowhunter Alliance by now, and it was well known that members of the Alliance helped each other out. Magnus raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I know Lily likes Jem. I’ve heard the nicknames.”
****
“Do you . . .” Alec coughed. “Do you want to talk?” Lily tipped her head back to stare all the way up at him. “About feelings? Do we do that?” “Preferably not,” said Alec, which made her smile. “But we could.”
****
There had been a time when Alec was unsettled by vampires, but Lily had always so clearly needed someone, and Alec had wanted to be there for her. They’d been teammates running the Alliance with Maia for long enough now that Lily felt like Aline Penhallow, a friend close enough to be family.
****
“So you’re Alec Lightwood,” said the head of the Buenos Aires Institute slowly. “Then this must be your Downworlder whore.” There was a terrible silence. It was broken by Lily, who blinked and said: “Excuse me? Have you been living in a hole? Are you not aware Alec is dating famous warlock Magnus Bane and is not interested in ladies of any persuasion?” There was a rush of whispers. Alec didn’t think everyone was stunned by this information. They were stunned that Lily would say it, as if they expected him to be ashamed. “Let’s be clear on this matter. This is my friend Lily, the head of the New York vampire clan.” Alec put his hand on his seraph blade, and the whispers hushed. “Think very carefully,” said Alec, “about how you wish to speak of her. Or of Magnus Bane.”
****
“You can stay here,” he agreed grudgingly. “The Downworlder cannot.” “Like I want to,” Lily sneered. “I don’t stay in places where the décor isn’t ten out of ten, and this place is a minus fourteen thousand. OK, Alec, let’s make a plan for where we will meet up after I find a nice windowless hotel room. Do you want to—” “What are you talking about?” Alec demanded. “If they won’t have you, I won’t stay here. The hell with this place. I’m going with you.”
****
“Leaving aside your destined honey lamb and all, I know there was Jace. Is it just guys with golden eyes?” asked Lily. “That is a very particular taste you have there, friend. It really narrows the playing field. So no other crushes besides Jace? Even a teeny tiny one when you were young?” “Why are you leering like you know something I don’t?” Alec asked warily. Lily giggled.
****
Lily was sitting cross-legged on the ground, one elbow propped on Alec’s knee, to be near the child. She tilted her head toward Rafael and asked him if he would please get on with it, because the sun was rising and she’d have to go to bed soon.
****
“Lily’s vulnerable during the day,” Alec said. “I’d rather stay with her. Will you be all right in the windowless room, Rafael?”
****
Alec rose and guided her, a hand on her trembling shoulder, to the bed. He pulled a sheet over her as if she were Rafael. Then he positioned the chair between Lily and Rafael and the entrance, and took his place there. “Sleep, Lily,” Alec said, gently. “I’ll watch the doors.”
****
“Are we going to smuggle our way into the house in laundry carts?” Lily asked Alec excitedly. Alec blinked at her. “No, we’re not. What laundry carts? I’m a straightforward person. I’m going to knock on the door.”
(...)
“I know Rafe stole your phone,” said Lily, “but who stole your sense of adventure?”
****
Alec bundled the woman into Lily’s arms. Lily was small enough that it was difficult, but she was strong enough to bear her weight. “Take her. I have to get the others.” “I don’t want to go!” Lily shouted over the crackling fire. “I don’t ever want to abandon anybody again!” “You won’t. Lily, go.”
****
“Ah, there’s that smile,” said Lily. “It’s been two days, and I missed it.” Alec stopped smiling and made a face at her, but when he looked at her properly, she was fiddling with the zip of her leather jacket. There was something about the set of her mouth, as if she’d set it determinedly so it wouldn’t tremble. “Thanks for coming with me,” Alec said. “Also, you’re the worst.” That made her smile. Lily wiggled her fingers in farewell. “Don’t you forget it.”
—The Land I Lost
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The legend of vox machina (closed)
Percival de rolo 1 2 3 4
Vox machina 1 2 3 4 5
Deadweight
Deadweight pt 2
Deadweight pt3
Deadweight pt4
Deadweight pt5
Deadweight pt6
Deadweight pt7
Deadweight pt 8
Comfort after disaster
How vox machina dealt with reader coming back from the dead (revival) (requested)
Prompt 29: actions that make them happy (requested)
Vax’ildan
Vax’s gn s/o takes a bit for him and Pike heals them (requested) (tw; blood, gore, Achilles heel slashing, throat slitting, a whole ass gash taking up reader’s torso.)
Jjba
Anasui
Weather report
Castlevania (closed)
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Wednesday (closed.)
Wednesday Addams 1
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Name a star after me
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Lockwood and Co
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Hey buddy, sorry for writting so many ideas and you don't have to write it, it just, you know, i like how you write so i'm comfortable sending you those, so you can do It when you want.
I have another one, Wanda x GN reader
In a world where not only the witches exist, werewolfs and vampires too, Yn was cursed being a vampire because Yn's parents and the others of town killed some witches because they were "bad" or that it was the tought, so the other ones who left, cursed yn and the others's children.
Years later, Yn tried to find someone who can help them to end their pain, because they don't wanted to live like that, until they met Agatha, a witch with a good heart who help them and told them that they could be cured if they find their true love, not them forcing to love someone.
That's the idea, I don't know what more i can write, but only a happy ending, please, don't like to suffer too much hahaha
I may have an idea on the lines of this. But I was thinking that reader is a man made vampire by Hydra during WW2. Not like the vampires from TVD but more along the lines of Van Helsing the series. Even with the bloodlust but they don't burn in the sun.
They manage to escape in the 90s and are hiding away from both Shield and Hydra, soon only getting caught up in the fight of Sokovia. Taking a turn and helping the Avengers defeat Ultron. Wanda takes an interest in Y/N as Vision is courting her. Soon putting a rift between the two as Wanda wants to spend most of her time getting to know Y/N and wondering why she is drawn to them. Only to find that there is a whole prophecy surrounding the Scarlet Witch and a Blood Thirsty Monster.
The Prophecy being that the two are supposed to bring Chaos and Disaster to the world, but the two try and find a way of fighting against it. Soon trying to find a cure for Y/N as they infiltrate as many Hydra bases as they can to find the experiment information on Y/N.
So I may start this for the new year too. Make it into another mini series along with Family Ties (Nat x Werewolf Fem Reader)
Hope you like this idea buddy :)
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kids say (and do) the darndest things
written for- @sterekbros and the @sterek-exchange's fall event @sterekweekly word: turkey @sterekbingo square: knotting
Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Original Children of Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Established Relationship, Mates, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Kid Fic, Embarrassing moments, Time Skips, Mpreg, Explicit Sexual Content, Knotting, Fluff and Humor Summary:
Have kids, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. ...or the one where Stiles and Derek's kids had no shame.
ONE
Potty training was a nightmare.
Stiles shook his head and sighed as he helped Eli out of his training pants. Ugh. Not only were they running late for dinner at his dad's, but Derek had just tossed the last load of laundry in that morning too, finally catching them up from the mound of clothes that seemed to pile up ever since Eli decided he couldn't wear an outfit for more than an hour.
Weren't kids supposed to be adorable and not constantly creating chaos or leaving disasters in their wake?
Still, as frustrated as he was that Eli had yet another accident, Stiles knew he shouldn't be too upset. Eli was only two and his accidents were getting few and far between. He was even making it through the night without wetting the bed now. A feat he was very proud of announcing every morning during breakfast. Stiles was pretty sure it was because Derek made such a show of how proud he was.
"It's okay, kiddo," Stiles told him, tipping Eli's chin up so he was looking into his eyes. He put a smile on his face, not wanting Eli to think he was mad or disappointed in him. "Accidents happen." And then, because Stiles wanted Eli to know that everyone made mistakes, that no one was perfect, he added, "There was one time when I got so into a video game, I pretty much peed my pants because I waited too long to go to the bathroom."
Eli stared at him with wide eyes, as if he were trying to process the idea that his dad was once a kid like him, making similar mistakes. Shit. Who was Stiles kidding? Eli was two. His thought process was probably more like, Daddy peed himself, too? Stiles wasn't about to tell Eli that he was damn near a teenager when it happened.
"A really silly thing to do, huh?" Stiles continued, his tone light and encouraging. "But that just goes to show, even daddies make mistakes. We just have to remember to learn from them and try to do better next time."
Eli blinked at him a couple of times and then his small face broke into a grin that could rival Derek's. Eli might have been a mini-Stiles, but there were times when all Stiles could see was Derek. And that smile was one of them.
"O-tay, Daddy," Eli said, hugging Stiles as tightly as a two-year-old could.
Stiles couldn't help but laugh, hugging him back and patting the top of his head gently. "Alright, but it's time for a bath. And it's gotta be quick because we're heading over to Grandpa's house for dinner."
Eli lit up at that and finished undressing while Stiles got the bath ready.
Forty minutes later, they pulled up in front of his dad's house. Stiles helped Eli out of the Jeep and then waved at Mrs. Wilson, one of his dad's neighbors, who was working in her garden. She'd lived there for as long as Stiles could remember.
"Good to see you boys again. Visiting your dad for dinner?" she asked, holding a hand up to block the sun as she smiled at them. "No husband tonight?"
"Derek's got a late shift," Stiles told her, nearly falling when Eli pulled away from him to run over to her. Despite his age and tiny stature, he was strong. Not a surprise since he took after Derek in that respect. Damn werewolf genetics. He'd probably be an alpha, too.
Eli squinted as he squatted next to her, that ever-present curiosity etched all over his face as he watched her dig into the soil.
"I had an accident," he told her, making Stiles chuckle. Not just because it was so funny how candid kids were, especially toddlers—seriously, they just had no shame. But because the way Eli said "accident" made it sound more like ass-ident. Before Stiles could correct him on the pronunciation, Eli continued, "But my daddy said it was o-tay. He has accidents too."
Oh, Christ.
Stiles ran a hand down his face, wondering if this was part of that payback his dad always mentioned. It went something like, 'Enjoy the peace now because someday your kids will throw the stuff you did back in your face.'
"Well, isn't that just a good thing to know," Mrs. Wilson said, blinking and then laughing so hard she started to cough. Stiles was about to rush over, but she waved him off and composed herself.
"Oh, such honesty from such a small person." She continued to laugh, patting Eli lightly on the head before sending him clambering back to Stiles.
Shaking his head, Stiles scooped up his tiny mischief-maker, who was giggling like a giddy gnome. The little tattle-tale. God, Derek was going to laugh his ass off when he got home from work tonight.
***
TWO
Stiles snorted as he walked into the bathroom. He couldn't even be a little upset at all the water on the floor when Derek looked too damn funny sitting on the floor beside the tub, completely soaked from Eli's splashing. Not a surprise considering their five-year-old somehow always left a disaster in his wake.
With one hand on his belly, Stiles stood in the doorway. The twins kicked under his palm, probably not appreciating his laughter since it jostled them around—and there wasn't a whole lot of room left for movement since he was due in a few (hopefully) short weeks.
"Are you…laughing at me?" Derek asked as he stood, water dripping from his hair.
Stiles shook his head, eyes narrowed at the gleam in Derek's eyes. It spoke of mischief and mayhem, and Stiles had a pretty good idea of what Derek was about to do.
"Uh uh. No way, don't you even think about it," he warned at Derek's slow approach. But that didn't seem to deter Derek, who stalked over, shaking his head like a wet dog. Each droplet that made its way toward Stiles had him laughing harder, his rounded belly bouncing with the effort. Eli's laughter rang through the air, clearly finding this whole spectacle tremendously amusing.
Little traitor, Stiles thought fondly before turning his gaze back to Derek.
"I'll get you for this," he declared amidst fits of laughter, but Derek only grinned at him, his eyes soft with affection.
Eli continued giggling, his tiny hands clapping together with glee, utterly oblivious to the wet chaos happening around him. Or maybe because of the chaos since the bathroom, already half-flooded, had transformed into his own private water park.
Stiles gripped Derek's arms, smiling up at him. "You're cleaning this up, y'know."
"Eli is. Aren't you, bud?" Derek called out, never taking his eyes off Stiles before he kissed him on the tip of his nose. "He already knows he has to clean up the mess he made."
"Something tells me this wasn't just him…" Stiles said, narrowing his eyes, though there was no heat in his glare.
Derek gave him a megawatt smile, the kind reserved for Stiles and Stiles alone. "The little shit splashed me. I had to get payback."
Stiles laughed again, tossing his head back. He slid his hands up to Derek's shoulders, then to the back of his head, threading his fingers through Derek's hair.
"I may have gone…overboard." Derek's words were muffled as he buried his face in the crook of Stiles's neck, his breath warm, making Stiles shiver. Not just from the contrast of the cold water soaking through his shirt, but from the flood of arousal coursing through his veins at Derek's proximity. A spark ignited in Stiles's belly, warming him from the inside out despite the water that was steadily soaking into his shirt.
But now was not the time for that.
"Well, since you helped make the mess"—he gently tugged on Derek's hair until Derek lifted his head—"you get to help your son clean up."
Derek leaned in and nipped at his jaw. "Did I ever tell you that I like it when you're bossy?"
Stiles would be offended if it weren't for the teasing lilt of Derek's voice or the playful smile on his stupidly handsome face. There was also the fact that Stiles was rendered speechless as Derek pulled away and yanked his shirt over his head. Stiles would never ever—ever—get used to the sight of a shirtless Derek Hale. Not even after nearly ten years together.
"Not. Fair," he ground out, already forgetting whatever quip he'd been about to throw out.
Derek chuckled, the sound reverberating off the walls as he grabbed a couple of dirty towels from the laundry hamper. He tossed them on the floor, laying them out over the water. When Stiles stepped further into the room, Derek held a hand out, a silent offer to help him cross the slippery surface.
Accepting Derek's hand, Stiles carefully walked over to the bathtub, sitting on the edge to watch Eli while Derek cleaned up.
"Take off your shirt," Derek told him, reminding Stiles that it was wet now after Derek's impromptu water attack. "I'll get you a new one."
Without hesitation, Stiles did as he was told, pulling the soaked garment over his head and tossing it in the direction of the hamper. "Now who's the bossy one?"
"Still you." Derek pressed a kiss to the top of his head before exiting the bathroom, leaving Stiles alone with Eli.
Eli, ever the fiendish five-year-old, was quick to dip his hands in the water once more and, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, flicked water at him. Stiles shook his head as a few rogue droplets struck against his bare chest.
"Nuh uh, no more water shenanigans," he chided lightly, pointing a firm finger at Eli, who responded with an infectious, toothy grin, his head bobbing as he giggled. "Did Daddy already wash your hair?"
Eli nodded, scooping bubbles into his palm and scooting closer to Stiles. "Daddy, what are these?"
Before Stiles could ask what he meant, Eli stuck his little hands out, smacking his palms against Stiles's slightly larger-than-normal chest and squeezing. Stiles yelped because one, it was cold, and two, his chest was more sensitive now that his milk was already coming in.
Stiles gently wrapped his fingers around Eli's small wrists, pulling his far too curious child's hands away. "Well, I'm an omega, and since I'm pregnant—"
"With Caleb and Clara!" Eli interrupted, always so excited to talk about his baby brother and sister.
"Yes, with Caleb and Clara," Stiles continued. "Since I'm an omega, I'm able to produce milk, so I can feed them after they're born."
Eli nodded as if he knew exactly what Stiles was talking about. "Like a cow? We learned about them when we went to the farm."
Christ. Stiles could already picture the hysterics Derek was bound to have when he heard about this. With a laugh, he ruffled Eli's wet hair affectionately, listening to him talk about the field trip he'd gone on to one of the nearby farms. And just as he was imagining Derek's comical response, the man himself walked back into the room, clean and dry, and holding fresh towels and a shirt for Stiles. Stiles took in the sight before him with an appreciative hum. Even after all their years together, the sight of Derek still gave him butterflies.
"I heard that," Derek said, a half-exasperated, half-amused look on his face as he leaned down and tipped Stiles's chin up, giving him a sweet kiss. "And don't worry, I'd still love you even if you started bellowing."
Stiles snorted at that, taking his shirt from Derek. "Wow. You really know how to charm a guy, don't you, Hale?"
Derek's only response was a quick wink before he turned back toward Eli and his bath. "Alright. Bath time is over. Time for bed."
As Eli opened his mouth, no doubt ready to start negotiations for 'just five more minutes, please,' Stiles pulled the fresh shirt over his head, still laughing over the entire interaction.
***
THREE
A warm breath tickled the back of Stiles's neck and he inhaled sharply, letting out a quiet moan as the scent of freshly made waffles wafted through the room. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light seeping in through the bedroom curtains, painting the room in hues of golden yellow.
The bed dipped and he turned, blinking up at his smiling husband.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Derek whispered before leaning down and stealing a sweet kiss.
Stiles sighed, bringing a hand up and carding it through Derek's hair. It was so soft, and he loved running his fingers through it.
"What time is it?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep. He drew his hand back and sat up, shivering slightly when the sheets pooled at his waist, exposing his bare torso. "Where are the kids?"
Even if they let him sleep in, they'd still be the ones to run in and wake him. Usually by jumping all over the bed—and him.
Derek set a tray filled with plates of food on his lap. "It's almost noon. Laura picked them up this morning."
Stiles frowned in confusion. Almost noon? Damn. He must have been more tired than he realized after getting home from work last night. Then again, he'd done back-to-back doubles to help cover some shifts, since a couple of the deputies were out on medical leave.
"She did?" As far as Stiles knew, they didn't have any plans with her. However, she was also the 'fun aunt' and prone to unexpected visits.
"Yeah. She said she was giving us the day and was taking the kids to some park or another," Derek clarified before chuckling.
Stiles nodded absentmindedly, his eyes straying away from Derek to survey the breakfast banquet laid out before him. Belgian waffles with whipped cream and strawberries, bacon, and eggs.
"With Caleb and Clara?" he asked.
They were only three but somehow still in their terrible twos. It was brave of her to volunteer to take them, Stiles thought. Dealing with their twin tornadoes single-handedly was no simple feat. Hell, Eli wasn't that much better at times, though he was only seven.
"Yeah," Derek nodded, rubbing Stiles's back. "But the rest of the pack were meeting her there. Plus, she packed up all their favorite toys and snacks. Even their nap mats. They'll be fine."
Stiles relaxed at that. He felt better knowing the others would be there to help Laura, especially when the twins were in their most energetic moods.
"I hope she knows what she's getting into," he mumbled around a forkful of eggs. "Pack or no pack."
Derek chuckled again, pulling Stiles closer and snagging a piece of bacon. "I'm sure she'll manage. Now eat."
Savoring the peaceful moment, Stiles dug into the breakfast Derek made. The waffles were fluffy and sweet, inviting him to take another bite.
It wasn't long before all the food was gone and Derek got up to put the tray on the dresser. He was shirtless, his back muscles rippling in the sunlight that poured in through the windows.
Stiles watched in silent appreciation. Okay, maybe not so silent because a little moan slipped out when Derek turned. His sweatpants were thin. So thin that Stiles could tell he wasn't wearing anything under them by the impressive outline of Derek's dick as it hung against his thigh.
And just like that Stiles's boxers were damp with slick.
Derek's eyes flashed crimson, nose flaring as he inhaled. A quiet growl slipped out, making Stiles shiver the way it always did.
"Derek," Stiles said in an inviting whisper, sliding down until he was lying flat on his back on the bed, legs spread wide. The cool sheets against his warm skin sent another shiver through him.
Derek was there in an instant, pinning him to the mattress with a playful growl. His weight was a welcome heat as his large hands roamed over Stiles's chest. Soft kisses followed the trail, igniting a heat within him that only Derek could kindle.
Stiles gasped and arched his back, wanting more—relentless desire bubbling up inside him, his breath hitching.
"God, Derek." Stiles whimpered when Derek latched onto one of his nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub teasingly. Stiles's heart pounded in his chest as excited anticipation washed over him, and he surged upward in response, grabbing at Derek and pressing their lips together hungrily.
Their tongues collided, exploring each other in a dance as familiar as the beat of their hearts. Derek pulled back momentarily, his gaze filled with warmth and desire.
Stiles slid a hand down Derek's chest to his stomach, fingers scratching through the coarse hair there before reaching the waistband of Derek's sweatpants. The sight of Derek's dilated pupils and the feel of his fast-beating heart against his chest had Stiles grinning like a fool. His heart flipped with anticipation as he dipped his fingers beneath the waistband, wrapping his hand around Derek's dick. It was hot and silky smooth. Rock hard.
Derek shuddered under his touch.
"God, Stiles," Derek groaned, his voice roughened by desire. He rolled his hips into Stiles's touch, nuzzling against his cheek as he continued to murmur breathy praises. Every whisper whetted Stiles's deepening delight, coaxing him further into the delightful haze settling around them.
"Derek," Stiles breathed out, his hand working a steady rhythm as he absorbed Derek's reactions. His heart pounded in sync with the thrum of desire coursing through him.
Derek's hands were everywhere—gripping his hips, tracing his ribs, raking fingers down his flanks.
Derek kissed him again. Deeply, heatedly. His hand drifted over Stiles's chest, down to his stomach, and then even lower to brush against the sticky dampness in his boxers. A sharp intake of breath followed, and Stiles's hips bucked up into Derek's hand.
"Derek!" Stiles yelped, his fingers tightening around Derek's dick. The sudden movement earned a ragged moan from Derek.
"I've got you," Derek murmured, nipping at Stiles's jaw and thrusting into his fist. "Let me take care of you."
The onslaught of sensations had Stiles moaning loudly, but he didn't care about the noise. Derek didn't either, Stiles knew that. He knew that it only spurred Derek on. The world outside didn't exist when they were lost in the thrill of each other.
Then Derek worked his way down Stiles's body, leaving a trail of feverish kisses in his wake. When he finally reached the waistband of Stiles's boxers, he glanced up at Stiles, a devastatingly handsome smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
So unfair.
Stiles responded by biting his lower lip, his cheeks heating from how much he wanted Derek's mouth on his cock. How much he wanted Derek's tongue on his slick hole.
By the primal and feral look in his eyes, Derek seemed to understand, catching the hint as he slid fingers under the band of Stiles's boxers and pulled them down. Even in the midst of pleasure, his actions were careful and delicate, a testament to his love and reverence for Stiles.
Once he was naked, Derek began taking him apart, his tongue expertly teasing and tasting. Slowly and sweetly. His scruffy jaw scraped Stiles's thighs, and it was sensory overload, leaving Stiles a moaning mess beneath him, his pleas and gasps echoing around the room. It was as if Derek was everywhere, all at once, his hands gripping Stiles at the same time his mouth consumed him, drawing out cries that filled the air. Stiles couldn't hold back any longer; not when Derek ate him out like he was starving for him. Not when Derek thrust two fingers into him, curling and flexing them as he sucked Stiles's cock in a way that made his toes curl.
Stiles was reduced to gasping whimpers as Derek worked his fingers inside him. Torturing him in the best of ways until every nerve in his body sang and the only words left in his vocabulary were please and fuck.
Derek looked up at him through hooded eyes, and with the way he was kneeling, Stiles could see his cock straining against the confines of his sweatpants. It was decadently sinful.
"Derek, please." Stiles wasn't sure what he was begging for. He tangled his fingers in Derek's hair, urging him on. Wanting more.
More of his mouth.
More of his fingers.
His cock.
"Yes." Derek's voice was rough, filled with desire. His movements paused for a second as he swiftly removed his sweatpants, leaving him as exposed as Stiles was. The sight of him was breathtaking, all muscle and skin. And pure raw power. His eyes were a darkened crimson, a sign of how turned on he was.
Stiles watched with anticipation as Derek settled between his spread legs. He wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few good strokes.
"Stiles," Derek's voice was a low growl as he positioned himself at Stiles's slick hole.
An expectant silence fell between them as they both caught their breaths, eyes locked, sharing an intimate stare that spoke volumes of the unbridled love between them.
"Ready?" Derek asked. His voice was barely above a whisper, a tender lilt tinging the last syllable.
Stiles nodded, his lips slowly turning into a smile as he looped his arms and legs around Derek, pulling him closer. Needing to feel all of him.
The moment Derek bottomed out, a shared moan escaped them, the sound echoing around the room, mixed with the soft rustling of the sheets. God, Derek felt so good. Filled him up so perfectly. And when Derek rolled his hips, Stiles matched the rhythm to a beat primal in nature as Derek's heart pounded against his own—their pulses drumming an unraveling symphony. Pleasure wrapped around Stiles like a living, breathing entity.
Taunting him.
Teasing him.
Luring him into the abyss.
"Oh f-fuck," Stiles stuttered, his fingers digging into the small of Derek's back in an attempt to bring him closer, to feel more of him, even though there wasn't a molecule of space between them.
Derek wrapped his arms underneath Stiles, holding him tightly as he thrust into him. It was hard enough that Stiles gasped, but Derek swallowed the sound, capturing Stiles's lips in a searing kiss, rocking into him and setting a leisurely pace that was all about pleasure, not urgency.
"Good?" Derek asked after a few minutes, his voice husky and strained. Stiles knew he was holding back, prolonging the moment. Making it last since this was something they didn't get to experience much anymore outside of Stiles's heat and Derek's rut.
"So good," Stiles breathed out, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Derek kept up the rhythm, matching Stiles's breaths, pleasuring him in a way that was both new and achingly familiar. The room filled with the sweet and intoxicating scent of Derek and them. It was all Stiles needed. All he wanted.
Their pace fastened gradually, turning more desperate. More urgent. Escalating the euphoria coursing through Stiles. Derek held Stiles's thighs, lifting his hips to meet his every thrust. Stiles gripped his cock, stroking himself, and the oncoming climax was inevitable. He welcomed it with open arms, letting it pull him under its exhilarating tide—his release spilling hot and sticky between them.
It only intensified when Derek's knot swelled, filling him in the most delicious way. Especially when Derek's thrusts grew erratic as he chased his own pleasure.
"Stiles. StilesStilesStiles," Derek groaned, as if Stiles's name was all he could say, all he could think about as the pleasure built up, threatening to break him apart.
And then it did. Every muscle in Derek's body went rigid, his grip tightening around Stiles as he emptied himself into Stiles with a roar that shook their room before biting down on Stiles's mating bite.
Stiles gasped at the bright sting of pain that quickly flooded into an overwhelming wave of euphoria as he tumbled into the abyss with Derek, another orgasm ripping through him that had him shuddering. That had his vision blurring, ears filled with only Derek's rough growls and the pounding of his own heart.
He clung to Derek as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours. Time held no meaning as exquisite fatigue washed over him until he emerged from his orgasmic trance, still trembling from the aftershocks.
Derek was somehow both gentle and steadfast, his large hands soothing and grounding him as he traced delicate patterns across Stiles's skin, quiet in the wake of their shared pleasure.
"You back with me?" Derek asked, his voice barely audible but filled with a teasing hint of relief and satisfaction. His hands caressed Stiles's sides, a calming and relaxing touch. His whole body enveloped Stiles. Muscular and masculine. Strength and warmth. Comfort.
Stiles found the strength to nod, a gentle murmur escaping his lips. "Mmm... Always with you."
Derek's chest rumbled with a pleased purr as he nosed at Stiles's throat, planting languid kisses there.
"Tired," Stiles mumbled into Derek's shoulder, drowsiness creeping up on him, heightened by the post-coital relaxation flooding his system.
Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles as he nosed against his hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You can sleep. I'll clean us up when my knot goes d—"
The sound of minions giggling interrupted him, announcing Derek had a phone call. The ringtone never failed to make Stiles laugh, though Derek grumbled and let out a groan of dissent, pressing his nose deeper into Stiles's hair, inhaling deeply.
"Worse damn timing," he muttered, not moving to answer the call.
Stiles rubbed his back, chuckling as he fought sleep. "You should check that."
Just in case it was Laura since she had the kids.
Derek grumbled again as he propped himself up on one elbow to reach for his phone on the nightstand, careful of his knot. It tugged deliciously on Stiles's rim, but he bit back his moan as Derek answered the call.
"Hey. Everything alright?" Derek asked before mouthing, 'Laura,' so Stiles knew who it was.
He couldn't hear her response, but after a minute, Derek snorted. In fact, his whole body shook with laughter, making Stiles moan as Derek's knot tugged at his rim again.
Laura must have heard it because Derek rolled his eyes. "You're the one who called after taking the kids to—and I quote—'give you some time alone'. You even winked."
Whatever she said made Derek shake his head. He fumbled with the phone and said, "Hold on. I'm going to put you on speaker."
"You're lucky you're my favorite brother…" Laura's voice came through the phone's speaker. "I say again, I can't believe you answered the phone while you're knotted."
"He's your only brother," Stiles pointed out. "And of course, we're going to answer. You have our kids. It could have been an emergency."
"Not an emergency, no. But definitely something that needs to be addressed!" Laura's voice came through the phone's speaker. "And it's not funny, Derek! I thought he was potty trained!"
"Uh…does someone wanna fill me in?" Stiles was a bit lost. And very confused. "Everyone's potty trained…?"
"Sure," Laura said, sounding perfectly unamused. "Caleb probably was until he decided to relieve himself when we sat down for a snack. Just dropped his pants and peed against the closest tree!"
Stiles couldn't hide his laugh as he imagined the scene: Laura standing there in shocked horror as Caleb peed liberally on a tree with a satisfied expression on his face.
This was definitely an 'I told you so' moment. More for Derek—and Isaac—since they'd insisted on showing the boys they could just pee on a tree when they were outside. Though they’d obviously meant at home or in the preserve, and not, as Caleb had interpreted it, whenever and wherever the mood struck him. Unfortunately, that valuable/awful lesson seemed to have stuck.
"That's...awww man. Sorry about that, Laura," Stiles managed to say, trying to stifle his laughter now. "But technically that shows he's potty trained. It wasn't like he peed in his pants."
Besides, the twins were still in training pants, so even if Caleb had had an accident, it wouldn't have been too bad.
"Yeah, it's real hilarious," Laura continued, sarcasm dripping from every word. "He could have asked one of us to take him to the bathroom! And that's not even taking into account that Clara tries to hug every bystander within a four-foot radius. I know we're werewolves, but we're also trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy. Werewolf or not, strangers don't appreciate being hugged by a child they don't know. Especially when the child also happens to be unusually strong and fast for their age."
Stiles chuckled again, picturing Clara's warm, enthusiastic hugs throwing unsuspecting passersby off balance. It was so like her to befriend the world, but he could understand Laura's frustration.
"Understood, Laura," Stiles said, pressing his palm flat against Derek's chest, fingers splayed wide over his heart. "We'll talk to them, see if we can work on the...social boundaries a bit."
"'Social boundaries.' Yeah, I like that. And Derek, you can make sure to explain it to the rest of the pack as well. Erica couldn't stop laughing and Isaac scored him as if this were America's Got Talent or some shit. And then he high-fived him. High. Fived. Him," Laura sighed, a half-laugh hiding in her tone. "Honestly, Boyd's been my only ally."
Stiles couldn't help but laugh at that, knowing full well how everyone was with the kids. "What was the score?"
"Not the point, Stiles," she chided through the line, but then heard Isaac call out, "Eight out of ten!"
This time Derek laughed, taking the phone off speaker. "We'll talk to them. All of them. Besides that, how are the kids?"
"Does she wanna bring them home?" Stiles interrupted. He was torn. As much as he loved alone time with Derek, he was always a little antsy when the kids weren't there.
Derek smiled down at him but shook his head. "Alright. We'll see you later then. And thanks again."
He ended the call and placed the phone back on the nightstand. His fingertips left trails of fire as they ghosted over Stiles's still-sensitive skin. Derek nipped lightly at Stiles's earlobe, an affectionate gesture that drew forth a soft, contented hum from Stiles.
"They're having a great time." Derek's voice rumbled hot against his skin, each word a soothing caress. "Laura's got it all under control. We have the house to ourselves for the whole day."
"Mmm... Sounds like heaven," Stiles admitted, his voice going husky. He definitely wasn't tired anymore as Derek ground against him. "God, that feels so good."
"Yeah?" Derek murmured in response, tenderly kissing his neck. His breath was hot against Stiles's skin, causing goosebumps to prickle.
"Always," Stiles affirmed, dragging his hands down Derek's back, his breath hitching as Derek shifted just right, sending waves of pleasure spiraling through his still-sensitized body. With a lazy smile, he murmured, "I love you."
"I love you too," Derek echoed, his comforting presence wrapping around Stiles like a warm blanket. His fingers trailed over Stiles, exploring every curve and dip of his body.
Stiles surrendered to the intoxicating allure of Derek's touch, content in this moment of stolen tranquility—leaving the phone call and related mishap with the kids to become an amusing memory that fell into the pile of their shared experiences. For now, it was just them, skin on skin and breath on breath.
***
FOUR
"How many pounds should we get?" Stiles called out while staring at the cooler filled with turkeys. It was their year to host Thanksgiving dinner, so he needed to make sure they'd have enough food to feed an army. Which was why they were now at the grocery store. "Actually, it's more like, how many turkeys should we get?"
If he did the math, at one and a half pounds per person—who was he kidding, these were werewolves, they'd need at least double that—they would have to get at least eighty pounds worth of meat.
"Mom said she was making two," Derek said, coming up behind him and kissing his shoulder. "One in the oven and the other in the Nesco. If we can find a couple that are at least twenty-five pounds, that should be good."
Stiles nodded absentmindedly, still doing the math in his head. He was distantly aware of Derek talking to the kids and then Derek kissed his shoulder again, drawing his attention.
"Hmm?" He turned his head, looking at Derek quizzically. "What's up?"
Derek jerked his head to the side, toward the kids. Eli was playing I Spy with Caleb while Clara was shifting from side to side, which meant—
"I'm going to take her to the bathroom," Derek told him. Clara was only four; far too young to go by herself. "I'll be right back."
"Actually, I'll take her," Stiles said since he needed the bathroom, anyway. "Unless you needed to go."
Derek shook his head and then held his hand out for the shopping list. "I'll work on the list while you take her."
Stiles handed it over before taking Clara's hand and leading her toward the restroom. He was halfway there when his phone vibrated in his pocket. When he fished it out, Lydia's name lit the screen. Juggling the phone and Clara's hand, he managed to swipe the call to answer it.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked, navigating the rest of the way to the restrooms.
Lydia huffed in a way that said she was having A Day™. "I just need to vent…"
"FYI, I'm taking Clara to the bathroom, but I'm listening," Stiles told her before she launched into a rant about work. When they got to the front, the family restroom was closed for cleaning, so he nudged the men's restroom door open with his shoulder and walked Clara inside, opening the door to the first free stall and gesturing for her to go.
While she was using the bathroom, he muted himself and used the urinal then washed and dried his hands, nodding along as Lydia complained about her latest project at work.
Soon, Clara was done, stepping up beside him and trying to reach the soap dispenser with a little 'oof'. Stiles hoisted her up so she could reach, pumping a dollop of soap into her small hands. The foam bubbles brought a grin to her face as she scrubbed her hands.
The restroom door opened, and an older gentleman walked in, quickly making his way into the far stall. It was quiet for a moment, except for the sound of running water as Clara rinsed her hands. And then there was the unmistakable sound of a loud fart as the man in the stall passed gas.
Stiles closed his eyes and braced himself, almost as if he knew what was about to happen before Clara even opened her mouth. And sure enough, half a second later, her little voice called out, "And what do we say when we toot?"
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and opened his mouth to calmly remind her that this wasn't home and the man was a stranger, but before he could even get a word out, the man sheepishly responded, "Excuse me. My apologies."
Stiles barked out a laugh, even as he was mortified.
"I'm so sorry!" he called out, placing his hand on Clara's shoulder, urging her out of the restroom with a quick, "Let's go, honey."
He pressed the button unmuting himself for Lydia again and said, "Oh my God, Lydia, I need to go, but I'll call you back in a few."
"Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Yeah. Everything's fine," he reassured her quickly, before adding, "Just working on those…social boundaries still. I'll tell you about it later."
Lydia burst out laughing on the other end of the call. "Well, I cannot wait to hear this. Talk to you later."
"Okay," Stiles huffed a laugh. "Yeah, later."
With that, he hung up, glancing down at Clara who was looking up at him with an innocent expression, as though she hadn't just embarrassed a stranger in the restroom. The poor man had probably gone in there to pass gas in peace and wasn't expecting to get chastised by a toddler.
"You're not in trouble, but do you remember we talked about how to act around strangers, honey?" Stiles asked, smiling down at her.
Clara nodded her head seriously. "Mmhmm…but Daddy always says we should say ''scuse me' when we toot."
Stiles couldn't hold back his laugh.
"Yes, he does, sweetheart, but it's a little different when it's strangers," he explained, taking her hand. "At home, it's always okay to remind us to use our manners because we're family. But sometimes, strangers might feel embarrassed. How about we try not to point it out loudly next time, okay?"
"Okay…" Clara muttered, sounding a little unsure, but she gave him a shy smile and a nod.
Stiles glanced around as they walked down the aisle, looking for Derek and the boys. He spotted them in the freezer section by the frozen pies, where they seemed to be engaged in a deep discussion with them about which pies to choose.
He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped at the sight. "Yeah, we're not buying frozen pie for Thanksgiving."
"We're just looking." Derek looked relieved to see them. His gaze shifted from Stiles to Clara. "Everything okay?"
Stiles snorted, thinking about their little chat regarding social etiquette. "I'll tell you about it at home."
Right now, he just wanted to get the shopping trip over with and hope they didn't run into the man from the restroom. Derek gave him a curious look but nodded. "Alright."
He turned back to the boys who were now engaged in a mini-war over which pie was superior—Eli standing firmly on team Pumpkin Pie while Caleb rooted for Apple Pie.
Stiles and Clara joined them, Clara slipping from his grip to pull on Caleb's shirt, forcing him to pay attention to her.
Derek slid his arm around Stiles's waist, pulling him close. "Did you want to weigh in on the great Pie debate?"
Shaking his head, a smile played on Stiles's lips as he watched his family, a laugh escaping his lips.
"I'll take either, I don't even really like pie," he admitted, earning him a shared look of disbelief from Caleb and Eli.
"Never mind, no voting for Dad!" Eli shouted, arms flapping with the exaggerated indignation only a nine-year-old could muster, causing more laughter among the group.
"I like apple pie, like Caleb!" Clara declared, her eyes bright. Her support seemed to swerve the tide in Caleb's favor.
Caleb flashed a triumphant grin at Eli, who grumpily crossed his arms, not accepting the defeat lightly. But the defeated look on his face didn't last long as Clara ran up to him, pulling his arm to show him something she found interesting.
As Stiles watched his family, the restroom incident faded into the back of Stiles's mind. Their chorus of laughter rang out in the quiet warehouse, creating a wholesome symphony he wouldn't exchange for the world.
***
FIVE
"Should we just pick up dinner on the way home?" Stiles asked as they waited for the final bell to ring. They had the twins' parent-teacher conference right after school and had gotten there fifteen minutes ago to park since the pickup line could be a nightmare. It was never really a line and people just parked wherever, taking up all the good parking spots. Or, even better, making their own spaces.
Derek hooked his chin over Stiles's shoulder, holding him from behind. "That sounds good. What should we get?"
Before Stiles could respond, the bell rang.
Derek took his hand, tugging him gently as they walked through the mass of children exiting the building. They headed straight for the kindergarten classroom since Eli always went there anyway to pick up Caleb and Clara before walking out together. It didn't surprise Stiles to find him already there when they arrived. His classroom might have been on the other side of the building in the fifth-grade hall, but Stiles had no doubt that he'd ignored any and all warnings from teachers about running in the halls as he raced to his siblings.
Sure, they fought and bickered like any other siblings, especially when either of the twins tried to claim his toys, but they were also protective and caring toward one another.
"I beat you!" Eli proclaimed when they walked in.
Stiles gave him a high five as Clara and Caleb ran over, first hugging Derek and then him.
"Why don't you guys keep playing while we talk to your teacher, okay?" Derek said, gesturing to the blocks on the floor.
Stiles nodded. "Just remember that you'll need to clean up whatever mess you make, okay?"
The twins nodded enthusiastically before dragging Eli to the mat and pulling him down to sit.
Their teacher, Ms. Bowen stood and gestured for them to sit at the small table next to her desk. "Thank you both for coming in. It's good to see you again."
Stiles looked at the child-sized chairs warily before slowly lowering himself onto one. Somehow he always forgot how comically small these seats were designed. Derek took the other chair, managing to make himself look at ease despite the comical mismatch between his large frame and the tiny furniture.
Ms. Bowen took the spot across from them and opened the folder that was in front of her. This might have been the first set of conferences for the school year, but Stiles knew the routine from Eli's conferences over previous years. Ms. Bowen would detail Caleb and Clara's academic progress, any classroom behavior concerns, and discuss their social interactions.
And she did.
Ms. Bowen began with Clara, noting her outstanding progress in reading for her age range and her gentle, nurturing dynamic during group tasks. Caleb's remarkable math skills and enthusiastic class participation were recognized next. It was apparent that both of them were thriving, and flyaway comments about their mannerisms and childhood quirks made Stiles smile. Like Clara's fondness for mismatched socks and Caleb's conviction that capes made him run faster.
"Derek, Stiles," Ms. Bowen began after finishing her report, "Do you have any particular areas of concern, or questions, regarding Clara and Caleb's progress so far?"
Stiles looked at Derek, who was running a finger along his stubble in thought. He seemed about to speak when the kids burst into giggles on the floor, momentarily distracting them both.
"Nothing comes to mind right now. They're doing so great, and we're very proud of them." Derek finally responded, his gaze shifting back to Ms. Bowen. "But if anything arises, we know you're just a call away."
Stiles nodded in agreement. The teachers here have always been forthcoming and supportive; it was comforting knowing their door was open for any potential concerns.
"Ms. Bowen, can I show them my drawing from yesterday?" Caleb bounced over with a bright smile on his face.
Clara tossed her blocks to the side and ran over right behind him. "I wanna show them mine too!"
"Of course." Ms. Bowen chuckled, sliding the folder to Stiles and Derek as Caleb and Clara went to their desks. "Alright, this is for you to take h—oh my!"
Stiles followed her gaze, eyes widening when he saw the picture Caleb held up. On it were several—well, Stiles wasn't exactly sure what they were supposed to be but the drawings sure looked like dicks. A variety of them and in all different sizes. He snorted, immediately covering it with a cough because while he could be immature at times, he knew it probably wasn't appropriate right now.
Probably.
"Well, that's—" Derek reached out, taking the picture from Caleb and placing it on the table. He cleared his throat and Stiles could tell he was a little flustered—an odd sight to see on the usually stoic alpha werewolf. Then again, it wasn't every day their kid shoved a drawing of dicks in his face.
Stiles broke the awkward silence, leaning forward, elbows on the table. "So, uh, what are we looking at here, kiddo?"
"It's me!" Caleb proclaimed proudly.
Derek let out a strangled noise. Stiles, on the other hand, couldn't hide his laughter.
"You drew yourself, huh?" he asked, fighting to keep his voice steady.
Caleb nodded proudly, his smile so wide it threatened to split his face. "Ms. Bowen said we could draw whatever we wanted. So I drawed myself!"
"Yourself?" Derek bit his lip as he apparently tried to reconcile that with the image on the page.
"Yeah! Look, that's me when I was a baby. And then when I was one and two and three and four and five," Caleb said, pointing at each of the strangely shaped figures. "Like I am now!"
Stiles looked at the drawing again and tried very hard not to laugh (again).
"Oh, I see it," he said, managing to keep a semblance of a straight face. "Those are great drawings, kiddo."
Clara was next, eagerly shoving her drawing towards them. It wasn't any discernible shape or object. Instead, it was a burst of colorful scribbles and dots that filled the page to the brim.
"And I drew a rainbow!" she chirped, beaming at them. "Do you like it?"
"We love it," Stiles assured, taking her picture and holding it next to Caleb's. "Both of these will be going up on our fridge."
The twins bounced in delight at the news, and Ms. Bowen wore an amused smile. The meeting soon ended, and they gave their goodbyes as Stiles gathered their drawings before walking out with Derek, Eli, and the twins.
On the way back to their car, Stiles couldn't help but glance at Caleb's comical depiction of himself, a chuckle escaping his lips.
Derek shook his head, letting out a good-natured sigh. "Honestly, only our kids could turn a parent-teacher conference into a comedy show."
Stiles shot him a grin, wrapping an arm around his husband's waist. "And that's why we love them."
As they reached the car, Stiles looked at the kids, their faces glowing with happiness and pride, and realized how perfectly ordinary this moment was—and how extraordinarily lucky he was to have this.
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Sheriff Stilinski: Hello?
Derek: Hey, Sheriff-
Sheriff: What happened?
Derek: Noth-
Sheriff: Derek, you are calling me from my son's phone at eleven-thirty at night on a Saturday. Think about that and reconsider your answer.
Derek: ...
Derek: Okay, it wasn't his fault this time-
Sheriff: BULLSHIT.
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I’d like to start this update with this shocking image of SHAJAR TICKLING JOJO. Since when do you two remotely interact?!?
-Oh lighten up, will ya? -My beloved daughter is right, look at those snapdragon animations, everything’s literally coming up roses around here! 
YA RIGHT, ‘things are going great’, what bs are you gonna come up with next??
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-Things ARE going great! Look at me suddenly being a good father!
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-And look at me becoming a professional party guest! And I’ve been super loyal to Don too, huhu!🌸
Ok well excuse me if I don’t bust out the confetti yet, historically we’ve had some difficulties maintaining a winning streak around here..
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Sugar, there you are! Now what disaster do you currently have going on, spit it out.
-No disasters, just enjoying my day off! 
WHAT IS HAPPENING 
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-I’ve just read this great book about the importance of skin-to-skin contact for newborns!
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-And I rolled the want to potty-train Felina!
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-And I just love changing diapers all of a sudden! 
OK SERIOUSLY WTF. Are we gonna have our first calm update.. EVER??
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Oh man here we go, here we go, what are you two arguing about!
-Nothing, we’re just talking about how nice it is that those spicy updates are a thing of the past! -It’s so much better to treat each other with love and respect!💗
Are you people trying to drive me crazy??
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-I got promoted again! I can’t wait to share the good news with my family and then spend quality time with my children! 
OH MY GOD ENOUGH
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The kittens grew up and Shinok is the automatic heir per my tradition of picking the chonkiest cat! The puppies also grew up..
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..and I think it’s clear who the dog heir is LOL. Veronica where the hell did your giant ears come from?? 
-I don’t know but they’re a lewk! 
They most certainly are! The non-heir pets are of course going off to have much better lives with Wulf and Angel❤️
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Speaking of ❤️, it is with a heavy ❤️ that after trying to turn Jojo into a werewolf for the better part of a century, I’M NOW CURING HIM PER HIS WISH. Jojo truly, I have no words. 
-Well then you’re gonna love the want I’m about to roll tomorrow!
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GO TO HELL
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Things continue to go UNNERVINGLY well. Liz topped her career and rolled the want to teach Felina to talk-
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-followed by the want to teach her to walk! (Look at their identical noses, awwwww🧡)
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Then Sophito rolled the want to teach her a nursery rhyme, at which point something incredibly shocking has become clear. Sit down for this: we are dealing with our first pair of good parents in the main house.
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DUDE. THEY’RE EVEN HAVING CONVOS ABOUT PARETING I CAN’T. REMEMBER WHEN YOU USED TO BANG ON THE UNI POOL TABLE??
-Oh haha, we sure were wild back then! Now dear, I read about this great new educational toy- 
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-Oh I know the one, it said it helps with cognitive development!  -Yes!  -We need to get two, Bartholomew is about to become a toddler!
Oh right he is!
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That’s how calm shit is around here, that I actually REMEMBERED a birthday. Alright Barth, time to grow up! Please don’t get the Frances eyebrows, please, please, please-
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-YES THANK GOD. Now let’s check the ole personality panel..
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..OH NO HE HAS SHAJAR’S PERSONALITY. DON’T EVEN THINK OF ROLLING POPULARITY, YOU HEAR ME, YOU LITTLE BRAT?? Happy birthday etc.
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Speaking of Shajar, Cyneswith remains a better grandma than her despite not being these kids’ grandma. 
-I wanna teach her how to talk!🌸  
You what now?
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-Ok baby now say ‘chair, huhu💗’! -Chaiw, huhu💗! -YAYYYY🌸
Alright I’m starting to develop a theory here since Cyn is so ridic partial to Felina but doesn’t seem to give a crap about Bartholomew, that maybe Cyn wanted a daughter?? Idek dude, NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE.
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Look at this shit.
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LOOK.
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LOOK. Like these are legit some never-before-seen images, where did this all functionality come from??? Also man Barth is ROTUND, his cheeks! Liz and Soph really made some cute bbs🧡
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It’s time for Felina’s birthday, which I ALSO REMEMBERED. Jojo does the honors since this is probably the last birthday where he’ll be with us💔
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OMG SHE’S A LIL SOPHITO CLONE
-I sure am! Now if you’ll excuse me, grandma Cyn said she has bought some new clothes for me!
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OH GOOD LORD CYN
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lumilasi · 3 months
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Next up is Diojas' bio dad Alexander (who works as his bodyguard & Diojas doesn't know he's his bio dad). For his humanoid Grimmhound form, since I figured they'd all look somewhat similar, I just used the one I drew for Mihail, and then changed around some details.
More info below:
Name: Alexander Sterling
Nicknames: Dear/Darling (Mellina), Boss (His Grimmhound/werewolf pack), Golden hound (Nickname among Grimmhounds in general due to his unique coloring) Papa (Mia)
Age: Unknown, but he's fairly sure he was born before both world wars in human world.
Height: 187 cm
Friends: Azul (A sorcerer and the love interest of his son) More TBA
Family: Wife Mellina Sterling (A powerful Lightcaster sorceress), Diojas (His eldest child/son who was kidnapped from them) Mia (His daughter)
Powers:
Regeneration: His kind regenerate most injuries insanely fast, and are generally among the most durable land-dwelling beast types outside non-flying drakes.
Transformation: He has two forms; The humanoid skull-hound form, and a full black dog form the size of which he can change at will.
Shadows: He can merge with shadows to hide himself very well even in human form, and can attack you through them.
Bite force/claws: He has very strong bite force and can actually tear people's throats open even in human form. His claws can also be used to easily cut limbs off and damage metal.
Keen senses: Being a predator type of beast, his sense of smell is about as accurate as you'd expect from a trained bloodhound, he also has excellent night vision, and can pick up the faintest of sounds from hundreds of meters away. Also he's generally just very aware of his surroundings.
human weaponry: He's an excellent shot and even a sniper, pretty much never missing his target. He also knows how to use blades if necessary.'
Leadership: He is the current leader of a large werewolf/ Grimmhound joined pack that mostly stays with his wife and daughter, but will immediately respond to his call if he asks them to come and help.
Weaknesses:
Light magic spells are naturally effective towards his kind, as they tend to dispel the skull-dog humanoid form and force them to turn back to full humans, which is their weakest form. It does specifically need to be some sort of sacred type of light, you can't just whip out a flashlight to force them to transform. (Unless it has somehow blessed light-bulb I suppose...)
He's very impulsive and doesn't always think things through, he's also kind of messy and tends to often leave kind of a disaster first impression with people.
Personality:
Alexander is pretty relaxed and almost lazy at first glance, who tends to not take any threats aimed at him too seriously. He also has that specific kind of energy, where he seems surprisingly naive and is easy to trick into things. He is also fairly good with children despite appearing scary at first glance to many, which is not too surprising given he's a loving father to a young daughter. (AND an adult son)
That being said, he is very good at his job and absolutely ruthless in a fight if needed to be, he also actually does have bit of a temper and can be easily provoked by a challenge. He has good instincts so while he can be tricked with harmless pranks or made believe some silly stuff like the idea that moon is cheese, if he senses genuine danger he will not be fooled.
FUN FACTS
He's not told Diojas he is his dad after what happened with Diojas' magic wielding Ex; he feels guilty over not realizing sooner what happened, and hasn't gathered up the courage to tell Diojas the truth.
His wife keeps trying to encourage him to do so, but so far there's no luck. She hasn't come and said anything herself out of respect for her husband's desire to figure this out himself, as he feels responsible for him being taken in the first place.
Azul knows, but chooses not to tell Diojas out of basic decency and respect for Alexander.
While Mellina comes from the mirror realm, she and Alexander did meet in the human world. This is also how their baby was stolen shortly after birth; the mob head Vermonte paid off the hospital to take the kid and claim to Mellina he'd died.
The reason Alexander feels responsible, is that he was present at the hospital, and still somehow didn't pick up on something odd happening around his son.
There was no particular reason as to why Diojas was picked, he just happened to be the only baby boy born that evening, and Ms. Vermonte wanted a baby boy. (She was infertile, hence her husband ended up doing this. He was never proud of it, and even claimed to his wife he was an orphan)
Alexander did come work for the family before the Vermonte were killed, and he did initially plan on just taking Diojas and running for it, but after seeing how traumatizing their death was for the boy, he decided to wait until he'd have things together again, which stretched out into multiple years, and to the current time.
Alexander is especially strong among his kin, which is why he ended up with golden bits in his hound form. He's considered kind of a royalty among them, although he doesn't give a shit about it.
The pack he leads consists of the leftovers of another Grimmhound Mihail's group, and some werewolves they used to fight and defend a village against. (for a price)
he didn't really intend on gathering a pack, he just sorta stumbled into it, though it is typical for the Golden hounds like him to gather up a following, even if by accident.
His name was given to him by an older hunter he lived his dog years with, it was a reference to the old man's late son whose name was also Alexander. (Though the old man mostly called him "Alex" or "Buddy" or "Damn dog!")
He keeps getting told to tidy up and shave by Diojas - or anyone really - almost every other day, and his answer is always "No."
He doesn't like button up shirts so despite being in a mob, he refuses to wear those. If he has to cover up, he tends to pick a normal or turtleneck long sleeve.
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ofallthingsnasty · 5 months
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Omg that new capture kill post was amazing! well worth the wait😫😫😍Bill is the worst lmao
I mean considering the circumstances of this relationship, it could be a way worse situation for the reader. But I could just feel the reader's frustration with her life in the writing. She's so bitter about it all ( understandable lol) but she can't escape from this prison that Bill has made for her because he's a damn werewolf that will track her down no matter where she goes💀💀💀 And now that she already has a kid, along with Bill actively trying to knock her up again....yeah the 'JuST DivORCE HIm' advice isn't going to cut it🙃🙃
And jeez Bill is such a deadbeat lol Does he actually help out at all with the housework and looking after their daughter? I can just imagine the poor reader later on pregnant AGAIN and with one kid tied to her back, another in her arms, and little Claire throwing a tantrum in the corner, and the reader just begging Bill to please help her make dinner😭😭😭 And Bill just laying on the couch smoking a cigarette going 'nah you got this babe, but we can fuck after you put the kids to bed😘' ughhhhh what a jerk💀💀💀💀
Out of all the men you have written about, I honestly thought that local nasty man Micah Bell would be winning the award for worst husband/father of the year🏆But he's got some serious competition lmaooo😭🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ because from your posts at least Micah does the reader the one favor of pissing off for a couple weeks/months and leaving her in peace. So I honestly don't know who is worse out of the two yikes haha. And Evan? Sure he would be a pretty good dad, but with the trade off that the reader is never allowed to leave the basement...ever...soo🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️
Sorry about the long rant😅 your fics just vibe with my brain so much💖💖
😭💕 Oh my god please never ever ever apologize for ranting in my inbox, there is no such thing!! I'm beyond stoked that someone thinks that deeply about my silly little creations 😭 And I'm glad it was worth the wait for you!! Some days I can only write 200 words because I have so little time, which complicates things so much, ack
I mean considering the circumstances of this relationship, it could be a way worse situation for the reader.
That's true, haha - if you tried to pull these little stunts with Evan, you'd lose 'talking privilege' quicker than you can say fuck off. Bill is really only that lenient because he knows you can't leave (and because it's hot to get you all riled up and then take you down a peg or two). He isn't delusional, either - he knows full-well that what he's done is fucked up but why should he care again? You're his cute (sometimes hissy) little wife, you cook, clean, take care of his children - and he can fuck you whenever he wants to, because what you're gonna do? Fucking nothing, that's right.
He has his silly little 'old man' insecurities because you're a bit younger than him and can get quite jealous, but that's remedied with making you stink of him. Easy.
And jeez Bill is such a deadbeat lol Does he actually help out at all with the housework and looking after their daughter?
With housework? Oh no, never 😭
With Claire? Kind of? He takes Claire off your hands once in a while - his secret weapon is his mother, who is a rather lovely lady, actually. That woman pities you so much, she'll even let your (future) three kids dance on her back if it means that you can catch your breath here and there. He does more with his sons than with Claire - but only to bully them into becoming "real men" (😢). He's such a fucking asshole, I'm making myself mad over here lol (Also you're spot-on with that scenario, that is him to a T 😭)
Out of all the men you have written about, I honestly thought that local nasty man Micah Bell would be winning the award for worst husband/father of the year🏆But he's got some serious competition lmaooo😭🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️
💀😂 hfdjfhdsjk - Micah might leave you and the kids for weeks at a time but your finances are a DISASTER. Bill isn't the richest man in the world, either, but at least he has a stable income and with the exception for cigarettes, he actually doesn't spend much money on himself. Every penny goes to the kids, then you - he has at least a little bit of honor. (And tbh I pictured the reader-character as at least a part-time worker - as long as it's feasible, of course. I heard childcare is expensive asf in the US.) Sorry, Bill - you only get second place 😭
(Also Evan is actually a super involved, very loving father. Considering that you're never leaving the house unsupervised, that man shoulders everything. But he does it with glee. He loves his little boy. He's just an absolute freak of a husband 😭😂)
Thank you so much for this sweet ask!! You made me think of the logistics of this way way deeper than I ever thought I would lmao
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that-angry-noldo · 11 months
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‘ello o/
do you have any headcannon/au scraps of finarfin arriving at the War of Wrath scene, seeing all the finwë disaster children and starting to Dad unconsciously ? And this is the first Grown-Up thats been around for A While (cutscene to fingolfin screaming, giving Morgoth a limp, and promptly dying) so they just roll with it for lack of anything more reasonable to do
hi!!!
i have to be honest, the War of Wrath of the werewolf au isn't fleshed out At All at the moment, but here are the basics of the finweans & finarfin dynamic
Finrod, Galadriel and Orodreth: relieved to see him. you have no idea how relieved they are. which makes sense considering he's their father
Maedhros: he was quick to get assigned a right-hand man. it was a role he was familiar with (feanor, fingolfin, fingon), and finarfin needed someone with military experience to advise and/or correct him
Maglor: falls into a role of snarky bard in between his duties, which. amuses finarfin very much. finarfin values him a lot, though - maglor is his go-to person if if he needs to know a context to something, and maglor often fills him in on things the others deem not meaningful/too obvious
celegorm, caranthir, curufin - ??? neutral, probably. given they're still alive by the point
amrod & amras - mostly positive. they are friends with finrod, so finarfin definitely has a soft spot for them
fingon - finarfin is a proof his hopes weren't in vain, so i'd say it's very positive. i'm still not sure how the kingship situation would go down, but i think finno would abdicate overnight. he never wanted the crown, and he feels like a great burden was lifted from his shoulders
turgon - uhh. hmm. i have no idea actually. i have to think about it
i think these are all? worth noting though that finarfin doesn't view them as children but as competent adults who can hold their own, and they don't really think of him as of parental figure (except his children of course). he is a good leader though, and that is what they value him for.
thank you for the ask! hope that's an okay answer, and please feel free to ask more if you have any questions or ideas :]
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