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christinesficrecs · 2 years

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This escalated into Derek speaks ALL the languages. I regret nothing. 💙🧡

Tell Me, So I Know by TroubleIWant | 7.4K | Mature

It took years for Derek to finally confront the way he felt about Stiles, and even after he figured it out he could only explain in Spanish. It took them two years more to get to where they were now. Only with neither of them quite willing to commit, where exactly is that, anyways?

Well, for Stiles it’s a deserted stretch of road behind the Hale house, half trapped in a car wreck after being abducted by hunters. Frankly, he could really use Derek’s help if he’s going to get out of this alive. Mates are supposed to be able to tell when the other is in pain, right? As Derek would probably say, ‘querido, no.’

Or, a love story in two parts… and two languages.

Is That a Gun In Your Pocket Or…That’s a Gun In Your Pocket by Elpie (Horribibble) | 8.1K | Explicit

Derek Hale is the best boyfriend. He’s sweet. He’s funny. He recites Pablo Neruda completely unprovoked. He also happens to be in the murder business. But hey, nobody’s perfect.

A romantic comedy with guns and roses.

(Well, maybe not the roses.)

#librarynerd by yodasyoyo | 7.7K

In which Stiles follows Scott into his Spanish study group, takes one look at the hot nerd who runs it and then decides to stay… even though he doesn’t actually speak Spanish.

Like wine upon the lips by MemeKon | 1.6K

“So, the word’s on the streets that you’re some sexy polyglot,” Stiles says, wiggling his eyebrows annoyingly before he slumps on the couch next to him and puts his feet on Derek’s coffee table, limbs akimbo, loose and long.

“Sexy polyglot,” Derek repeats, raising an eyebrow, and pushing Stiles’ feet off the table with his own.

“Yeah, you know, sexy man of many languages.”

“I know what polyglot means,” he replies.

How to Mostly Fail at Wooing Your Grumpy Next Door Werewolf: a comprehensive guide by Stiles Stilinski by crossroadswrite | 4.2K

Stiles peers down at the next profile sees a picture of a man glaring at the camera, ears red and big frames slipping off the bridge of his nose.

Derek ‘bunbuns’ Hale. 25. College student. Likes to take long walks on the beach, shirtless and on a horse and to be a buzzkill that should just get laid.

Five Times Derek Failed To Tell Stiles How He Feels (+1 Time Stiles Knew Anyway) by WhoNatural | 3.3K

Stiles grins, impish and proud, and scrabbles at another piece of his notebook. Derek is determined to ignore it - he really is, but Stiles’ legs are longer than they might seem and his reach includes the front leg of Derek’s chair.

He sighs, put-upon, and unfolds the note,

Wanna go steady w/ me? Y[ ] or Y[ ]

Step into the daylight (and let it go) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) | 14.4K | Mature

Stiles is a grad student with serious insomnia. So when he sees a stranger in need of help, he thinks it’ll be a good way to alleviate the boredom. How the hell was he supposed to know that the weird guy with the baseball cap was a famous actor (and a fucking werewolf)? He just keeps running into the guy. Coincidence? Stiles thinks not.

Two Minutes for Holding by captaintinymite (augopher) | 121.4K | Explicit

The story of how one epic NCAA Championship run and college, served as the backdrop for some of life's great hardships.

Tourist by rainsoakedshoes | 1.4K

Derek clutched the map to his chest and looked around. None of the street names looked familiar. He was officially lost. He was lost in Poland. This was just great.

Numbers Are A Bitch by words_reign_here | 15.6K | Explicit

“It's major surgery, Stiles.” Scott said and leaned forward. “We can be worried if we want to.” Stiles frowned at him, feeling chastised. “But you're doing a good thing.” Allison said. She was still holding his hand. “You'll be great.” She added. Scott looked betrayed. Lydia took a picture of him in the bed.

Driver's Education by arrowofcarnations | 9.2K | Mature

This is the moment he realizes he can never have Derek Hale – that he was stupid to ever think he could. Maybe their moms made them hang out when they were little and maybe they’ve managed to get along these past few weeks, but they’re too different. Derek’s cool, he plays a million sports, he drives a Camaro, he’s friends with Jackson. Stiles doesn’t fit into the equation and he never will.

Je t'aime by Robespierre | 17.6K | Explicit

Stiles’ boss is sending him to the Paris office for a few months. He speaks absolutely no French. Enter Derek Hale, French tutor extraordinaire. As Stiles works hard to master a foreign language, everything begins to fall apart around him.

On jest słońcem (He Is The Sun) by haaaveyoumetted | 6.1K

AU where Stiles speaks in Polish to his dad

And maybe he talks to himself in Polish too

And maybe he talks about Derek a lot. Derek’s eyes. Derek’s shoulders. Derek’s adorable teeth. Derek’s arms. Derek Derek Derek

chantes une nouvelle chanson pour moi by pr1nc3ssp34ch (dallisons) | 13.1K | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski has been at Hogwarts since his first year, okay. That’s six years of experience. He knows how Hogwarts works, how it operates. He’s not quite an expert or anything, but he’s pretty damn sure he knows this school.

So why the hell have they waited like a million years to start taking transfer students?

And why is he the only one who can’t get a French date?

lube and determination by bleepobleep | 4.8K | Explicit

It’s a holiday classic: homesick boy wants to make a pumpkin pie while studying abroad, boy realizes the only place to find vegetable shortening is a sex shop, and boy makes fool of himself in front of other boy.

Que Dis-Tu? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 2.5K

What, are you gonna tell me you know Russian next?!” Stiles demanded, flailing one arm, other hand still closed around the spine of his book.

“I do know Russian,” Derek confirmed, still looking confused.

Stiles dropped the book so he could flail both arms in the air. “Of course you do! Why wouldn’t you know Russian?!”

Nothing But Trouble by charlesdk | 16.4K

Stiles and Scott, smugglers, come across an abandoned ship in the middle of nowhere. While looting the ship for goods and valuables, they find an unconscious crew member, who turns out to be a prince. With bounty hunters on their asses, they fly across the galaxy in search for the prince’s lost family.

Speak Spanish To Me by wazzzup | 5.3K

Derek keeps confessing his love and complementing Stiles in Spanish knowing that no one else in the pack speaks Spanish.

Expect Stiles does, fluently in fact and he can understand Derek perfectly.

What Derek says when he thinks Stiles wont understand by Delilah2040 | 3.3K

five times Derek complimented Stiles in Spanish thinking he wouldn't understand and the one time stiles confesses not only that he understood the whole time but much much more.

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mads-weasley · 7 months

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Epiphany Pt. 10: State of Grace

Lewis Nixon x Reader

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Inspo: State of Grace TV (Acoustic Version) : Taylor Swift

A/N: it's short and sweet, but here is the final chapter from Paris! Thank you to everyone who's been reading this series. It really means the world. this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Following their heartfelt confession, the new couple shares their last night in Paris together.

Warnings: none :)

Under the soft moonlight, they walked back to the hotel, their hands intertwined, fingers fitting together like puzzle pieces. The streets were a bit quieter now, and the distant sound of laughter and music added a charming melody to the night.

“So,” (y/n) began, her eyes lifting to meet Lew’s. “How long have you had this planned?”

He used his free hand to scratch his scruff, a bashful smile playing on his lips. “Uh, a day.”

“A day?” Her surprise was evident, and her eyes widened in disbelief. “No way you came up with all of this yesterday.”

“Well, I love this city,” he admitted, a fondness evident in his tone. “So I knew where I had to take you.”

“You chose correctly,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth and appreciation as she leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

As they strolled past the café from the night before, the memory of their waitress and her heartfelt words flashed in Lew’s mind. He considered stopping to share the new news, but the café sat locked and dark, embracing the quiet of the night.

“You know, I wasn’t completely honest with you last night,” he confessed, a sheepish smile tugging his lips. (Y/n) looked at him, a flicker of concern in her eyes. “Our waitress told me we reminded her of her and her husband, and that I needed to confess soon because it's rare to find two people who look at each other like we do.”

A soft smile bloomed on her face, and she released his hand, opting to wrap her arms around his waist as they walked, leaning her head on his shoulder. He reciprocated by draping his arm over her shoulder, drawing her close.

“That makes more sense,” she mused, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness and affection.

The soft glow of the hotel’s lights welcomed them as they arrived at their destination. They made their way to the elevator, the click of her heels echoing in the quiet. He pressed the button, and as they waited, he gently took her hand in his, fingers interlacing naturally.

As the doors slid open, they stepped inside, and the elevator began its ascent, carrying them to their floor. Lew glanced at her, a delicate smile playing on his lips. When they arrived at their floor, the doors chimed open, and they walked down the long hallway hand in hand. They stopped at her door, a comfortable silence settling between them.

Lew gently squeezed her hand. “I guess this is goodnight, sweetheart,” he said tenderly.

(Y/n) looked at him, a mix of emotions in her eyes. The night had been magical, and being so close to him felt right. “Lew,” she began softly, her voice carrying a certain vulnerability. “Would you like to come in for a bit?”

Lew hesitated, caught up in the moment. He looked into her eyes, a swirl of emotions dancing in the depths as if debating whether to accept the invitation.

“Are you sure?” he asked gently, his voice filled with care and consideration.

(Y/n) nodded. “I’m sure. I just want to spend more time with you before we get sent back to reality tomorrow.”

He smiled softly, feeling the warmth of her sincerity. “Alright then.”

They stepped into her room and sat at the end of her bed, taking off their shoes. (Y/n) sighed in relief after taking off her heels. “I miss my boots,” she joked, rubbing her aching feet.

He grabbed them from her hands quickly with a smirk. “I’ll just take them back if you don’t like them so much,” he joked.

He had bought them to go with her dress, and she loved them to no end.

“Lewis Stanhope Nixon,” (y/n) groaned, trying to take them from him. “Don’t you dare!”

Rolling his eyes, he handed the heels back to her, their laughter lingering in the air. He then carefully settled down on the bed, propping his head up with his arm, the playful banter slowly giving way to a quieter, more contemplative atmosphere. She took the heels and placed them back in the box before plopping down beside him, mirroring his position. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, and amidst the lightheartedness, a moment of quiet seriousness settled.

“Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if the war never happened?” she asked, her gaze thoughtful as her mind pondered the question.

Memories of his life before the war flickered in his mind like distant stars. “I used to,” he admitted, his stare full of admiration as he looked at her. “But then we met, and I realized all of this was worth it because I found you.”

Her face bloomed into a gentle smile, and warmth spread through her. There was a certain magic in imagining an alternate life, one untouched by the brutality of war.

“You know,” she began, her voice carrying a soothing, pensive tone. “Sometimes I imagine a life where we met back home. A simple life, free from war.”

Lew’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “What would we be doing?”

Her gaze held a dreamy quality, the faint glow of the room adding to the wonder in her eyes. “Maybe you’d work at the Nitration Works,” she mused. “Or be a salesman of some sort. I like to think I’d teach at the local school. Maybe we’d even have a kid or two running around the house, driving us crazy.”

He could almost picture it: the quaint home, the giggles of children, the shared struggles and joys of a peaceful life. There was a bittersweet tinge to it, a longing for a reality they hadn’t experienced. But they were here, together, and that was something extraordinary in itself.

“Would you still want that if we make it through the war?” he asked gently, his eyes searching hers for answers.

“When we make it,” she corrected, reaching for his free hand. She threaded their fingers together and squeezed once. “And I want that more than anything, Lew.”

A warmth swelled in his chest at her words, a tender smile gracing his lips. The simplicity of her answer resonated deep within him.

“I couldn’t agree more,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “But can we add a dog in there somewhere?”

(Y/n) shrugged, quirking an eyebrow. “I think that can be arranged.”

Lew leaned over, his lips brushing hers in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that held promises of more beautiful moments, and of a future they were beginning to envision.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, painting a vivid picture of their hopes, dreams, and fears. Time seemed to fly, and before they knew it, (y/n) was overcome by the warmth of the room and Lewis’ comforting presence.

He watched her closely, the soft glow of the lamp accentuating her features. Her eyes grew heavy, her breathing steady as she gradually succumbed to sleep. Lewis’ gaze caught a line of discolored skin beside her eye, the scar on her temple from D-Day. Nix gently traced it with his fingertip, his touch delicate on the raised skin. He marveled at her, his hand sliding from her scar to tenderly rest it on her neck, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. The man’s touch was tender and loving as he ran his thumb along her neck gently. He admired her beauty and grace in which she carried herself, even dead asleep. Lew carefully rose the bed and pulled the comforter up to her waist.

Kissing his forehead softly, he whispered, “Goodnight, doll.”

Reluctantly, he rose from the bed, his heart heavy with the longing to stay by her side. Lew turned off the lights, dimming the room into darkness. As he reached for the doorknob to leave, her sleepy voice stopped him.

“Lew,” she murmured, her eyes half-closed. “Stay with me.”

He paused, looking back at her. Her eyes were half-closed, but the softness and warmth of her gaze were impossible to resist. “Of course,” he whispered, a smile playing on his lips. Deciding to make her as comfortable as possible, he gently slipped off her tie, unbuttoned his jacket, and unbuckled his belt. He hung his tie neatly over the back of a chair and folded his shirt before setting them aside.

Lew glanced at (y/n) who was already deep in sleep once again, her breaths steady. He carefully slid out of his dress pants, placing them on the chair. Now in his undershirt and shorts, he moved to get into bed with her. As Nix settled into bed beside her, she shifted slightly in her sleep, her body unconsciously seeking warmth and comfort. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned towards him, nestling closer. (Y/n)’s head found its way to his chest, her arm draping over his middle. It was as if her subconscious recognized his presence and sought his embrace.

Feeling her draw near, Lew wrapped an arm protectively around her, his hand resting softly on her back. He raced idle patterns on her back with his fingertips, lost in the gentle rise and fall of her chest. As the darkness deepened and the world outside embraced the quiet darkness, the rhythmic pattern of her breathing lulled him into a gentle slumber. Lewis couldn’t help but smile.

He whispered to the quiet room, “I could fall asleep like this for the rest of my life.”

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aerialworms · 1 year

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New AU idea:

Cas is the half-Vulcan Captain of a Federation starship. Dean is his First Officer, who was assigned to him on his first mission as Captain and annoys the shit out of Cas cause he’s just as stubborn as Cas and is way better at socialising. They have the same kind of love/hate relationship as Spock and Bones, which makes being on the Bridge insufferable for the rest of the crew, especially Sam, whose low-grade psychic abilities mean he was perfect for the role of Ship’s Counselor but also means he has to feel their emotions all the goddamn time. He is suffering so much.

14 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

My fics!

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Dean, Jack, and Sam get Cas back from the Empty, but there's a hitch.

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Written for Whumptober 2021 prompt #11: Drowning.

Dean's been under for so long. Set during Dean’s possession in s14.

Beaten 500 words

Written for Whumptober 2021 prompt #14: Beaten.

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Fill for the PB100 prompt "Watch".

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Just past midnight, Dean and Cas celebrate their anniversary.

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Of course, they decided to share a bed, but things look different in the morning light.

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Autumn Brings A Change 1002 words

“Get away from me, Merlin!” “Arthur, please! Just trust me! Please!”

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Arthur finds out about Merlin's magic in the middle of a battle, but once it's over, he can't threaten or get away from Merlin due to a broken leg...

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Three Things Crowley Can Do With His Tongue 1048 words

A Nice and Accurate Account of the three ways the demon Crowley – a wily old Serpent – uses his tongue.

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19 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

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ohhhh that's so cute!!! I hadn't seen it before, I thought you'd edited it!! so weird to see misha in non-cas clothes on set :0 Thanks for telling me!!

21 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

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It's a quiet night. More than a year later, and Dean's still getting used to it. The silver band on his finger glints in the moonlight as he drums his fingers on his sternum. He shifts underneath the blanket, listens for the water lapping gently at the lake outside. It must be past midnight now.

Cas stirs next to him, arm tightening where it's wrapped around Dean's waist, sleep-mussed head rising from the pillow to squint at him. He's frowning. Dean smiles back, heart thumping in his chest.

'Dean?'

Dean presses a kiss to his husband's lips. 'Happy anniversary, Cas.'

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