a sister to the alpha one

Mom Adopts a “Dog”

So y’all keep blowing up my notes with the various Family Lore stories I’ve been telling, so I guess I should tell one on my parents now.

My Mother’s Father was part of the United Auto Worker’s Union, and during the 50′s and 60′s, was on strike a lot. My point is, grandpa got himself an entirely deserved reputation for being a sucker who loved animals, so people would dump thier pets on him. Hence, my mother grew up in a house with pets such as Picket the one-eyed tomcat, Tweety the Bald canary, Dummy the cat, Stupid Son of Dummy, Spooky Garbage Dog and Chiquita the Tarantula.  Eventually Grandma put her foot down when Grandpa brought home Gerta the Saint Bernard.

I say all this because it provides some context for how the following occured.

Mom and Dad had just moved in together (my parents dated for six years and were engaged for 13 days, driving everyone on both sides insane), and unfortunately, My mother’s German Shepherd, Cops, has just passed away due to bone cancer.  After mourning for a bit, Mom and Dad decided to get a dog together, as a couple.  

For context, my father had never owned a dog in his life.  His mother had ‘Pretty Bird” the budgie as a child but parrots are alien life forms, not pets.

So they go to the Palo Alto Animal shelter to adopt.  The year was 1987, and at the time, Palo Alto was… not a great place.  Lots of drugs, gangs and poor civic managment.  Mom told me that she learned to identify different types of gunfire while living there. They get there, and mom explains that she’s always had a preference for Big Dogs, and the guy’s face lights up.  Oh Yes, he says, We have a Big Dog.  For expirienced owners, yep, adoptable today, here we’ll give you a discount even-

Somehow my parents were not suspicious about this.

They were shown to the Animal in question, a Gorgeous blue-sable beastie with pretty golden eyes who immediately pressed herself against the fence and gave them the best PUH-LEEEEEEASE TAKE ME HOME puppy eyes 100lbs of canine can do.  Mom and Dad fall in love instantly.  They sign all the paperwork and take her home for $10, and name her “Mazel” as in “Mazel Tov.”

Within the hour, it becomes clear that something is amiss.

Cops had lived with his kibble stored in a plastic garbage can in the garage for six years without incident.  Mazel figured out how to open doors and got the locking lid off the can in six minutes, horking down about four pounds of the stuff before my mother notices that it’s been weirdly quiet.  Most dogs bark at or chase squirrels.  Mazel stalked and caught one the second day, presenting it to my mother like an offering.  Mazel knew all her commands but would clearly stop to consider before obeying, and trained my dad to give her good treats within a week.  The locks on the side-yard gate were undone, and she took a stroll around the neighborhood, but always retuned home for dinner.

After a week of gradually realizing that Mazel was smarter than most of the professors my mom worked with, they took her to the Vet for a routine checkup.

Dr. Hamada walked into the exam room, dropped the clip-board and said “Where the HELL did you get a Wolf?”

After a bit of prodding and a very-angry-dr.hamada-calling-the-pound, they determined Mazel was a high-content hybrid, probably with a husky, but was going to be a lil shit her entire life.  OK, said Hamada, I don’t like destroying animals and you’ve got a lot of expirience with dogs, so I’m okay with letting you keep her, but you should keep her away from small children because her Prey Drive could kick in.

Two years later, mom got pregnant with me.

Mazel noticed instantly, and reacted by digging a large hole in the yard and catching even more squirrels for mom, because she needed the protein or something.  That what you do when the Alpha Bitch is preggers, right?  Dig a den and ply her with food?  On the advice of my grandmother, my mom stayed overnight at the hospital once I was delivered, and dad went home with a shirt that had moms and my scent on it.  Mazel spent the whole night puzzling over it.

The next morning, when mom came home with me, there was the sudden and instantaneous recognition of PUPPY!!!!!! :D:D:D!!!!! PUUUUUUUPPY!!!!!!  and Mazel turned into the most aggressively maternal being I’ve ever met.  Playing with me on the blanket, sitting under my chair at meals (I was a messy eater), sleeping under my crib, teaching me to walk by letting me hang onto her fur and shuffle around.

Dr. Hamada thought mom was a madwoman, until he saw me holding Mazel’s mouth open and sticking my face in so i could look at her teeth.  He gave up when my mom announced she was pregnant with my sister.

I’m making living with a Wolfdog sound awesome, but it did come with some drawbacks:

  • Mazel did have to be muzzled at the vets, because she had Opinions about having things stuck up her butt.
  • HAIR.  One of my chores growing up was to brush her out every week and I’d frequently end up with more hair than animal.
  • the only way we could reliably get her to stay in the yard was with an overhead tether with a STEEL cable, which she chewed through anyway.
  • Do you like waking up by being hit in the face with half a dead animal? No? Wolfdogs may not be for you.
  • More than capable of opening the fridge and eating everything if you’re not watching
  • Will get into everything if not otherwise occupied.  Including eating your tax forms.
  • Howls along with sirens at 4 AM.

PROS of growing up with a wolfdog, as a small child in the 90′s

  • I was afforded a degree of freedom normally associated with a pokemon trianer. It was no big deal for me and my sister to walk three miles through my not-really-good neighborhood to the Froyo if I took Mazel with us. People tended to leave us alone when we had 100lbs of overprotective Apex Predator following us around.
  • WINNING at Pet Day at school.  There wasn’t actually a compettion but Billy’s hamster sucks in comparison to an animal that is perfectly willing to demonstrate how she can snap an oak branch in half on command.
  • PTA moms losing their shit because Mazel would walk down the block by herself to come pick ups up from school.
  • Grew up associating the word “Bitch” with teeth and the willingness to rip an asshole’s face off for being rude.  Never changed the definition.
  • Learned the I-Own-This Strut and Murder-Stare from the absolute best.

When she was 17, Mom and Dad decided to add another room on to the house.  They rigged up the overhead tether so she could be outside but not underfoot for the contruction guys.  One morning, mom came out to notice them all milling in the side yard entrance, muttering worriedly.  When mom asked what was wrong, one of them explained that Carlos forgot to bring the Hamburger.  What do you need a hamburger for?  Asked mom, and they pointed down the side yard to where Mazel was sitting, doing her best Viscious Alpha Bitch Stare.

Apparently they’d never realized that she was on the VERY end of her tether there and couldn’t actually get to them, and had been scamming them for a big mac a day for a month.  Mom had my six-year-old sister pull her away to show she wasn’t dangerous and tired her best not to laugh but kind of failed.

Mazel ended up living to be 19 and a half, and except for some minor arthritis, remarkably hale until the day she passed away in her hole in the back yard while taking a nap.  I maintain that Death had to wait until she was sleeping to get a crack at her, or she would’ve taken his scythe for a chew toy.

If you liked Netflix’s Stranger Things, here are some podcasts you might enjoy:
  • Welcome to Night Vale (the community news of a small city in the American Southwest where all conspiracy theories are true and a part of every day life; BONUS - canon interracial gay couple as the main couple)
  • The Message (70-year-old message from outer space, cryptology, things are not as they seem)
  • Limetown (everyone in small town disappears and no one knows what happened to them; follow an intrepid journalist as she investigates)
  • The Black Tapes (sister show to TANIS; demons, investigation into the unexplainable, asshole Alpha Skeptic, and the journalist who tries to sort this all out)
  • TANIS (sister show to The Black Tapes; conspiracy, truth, and the investigation of what Tanis really is, plus an “information specialist” named Meerkatnip)
  • Archive 81 (found footage audio series where nothing is quite as it seems and there’s a building that isn’t exactly right)
  • Alice Isn’t Dead (from the people behind WtNV, a truck driver tries to find her missing wife and she runs into a lot of conspiracies along the way)
  • Within the Wires (again, from the people who brought you WtNV, instructional audio guides that slowly reveal a personal story and the revelation that the world the podcast is set in is that great)
  • The Bright Session (imagine what it would be like if the X-Men went to therapy)
  • The Behemoth (a girl and her monster walk across America)
  • Wolf 359 (the absurd misadventures of a small band of eccentric characters on board the Hephaestus Station in orbit around the dwarf star, Wolf 359, where it’s all fun and games until it’s not and the Blessed Eternal just wants a night light)
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Sterek AU: After the death of Claudia magic becomes a taboo in the Stilinski house hold. Everytime Stiles wants to show his dad his magic, to help his dad with his magic John lashes out. Not knowing what to do with the gift that he got from his mother, Stiles represses his magic - doing nearly unrepairable damage to himself.

Years later Derek returns to Beacon Hills to find that the Alpha that killed his sister is far from the most dangerous thing in town.

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Made of skin and bones

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Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, obeying the alpha? 

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?


1. Wolves

Your feet barely touch the grass while you run through the wet fields breaking the silence with your heavy breath. Your lungs hurt because of the effort and the moon shines upon you enlightning your path even if you don’t need it to guide your steps, you know those woods better than the palm of your hand so you don’t have any trouble in to sorting the rocks and the fallen trees.

Your legs threathen to give up in any moment and you slow down your race, taking deep breaths when you spot a light at the end of the path. You stop completely, watching carefully where do you step, not wanting to make a sound or break a futile twig that gives you away. Reaching the rustic houses you make your way through the large orchads until a small house that you know too well. 

Knocking two times on the wooden door you start to get nervous when you don’t hear a sound inside the house. Nervous you look around searching for wondering eyes that could reveal your position. You shouldn’t be here… if someone catches you…

- Y/N?? - a red head woman, Natasha, opens the window on a burst

- SHHH! - you hush her - Let me in - jumping over the ledge you enter in her home

Behind you, Nat closes the small door on a hurry knowing very well that you are making something really dangerous coming to his clan. Your clan and hers are faced since the two leading alphas get in to a bloody fight a lot of years ago. It has been so long since that fight that no one remembers anymore why you are still vexed, the king alphas had changed many times since then but the hate remains. 

- What are you doing here? - you best friend wrap you with her arms tighly, it has been nearly a month since the last time you saw her

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Supernatural Shenanigans Aside | @lissadiane | 3,754 | Not Rated | 2017-08-01

In which Stiles Stilinski accompanies Derek Hale to the county fair to keep the citizens of Beacon Hills safe from supernatural shenanigans…

Which totally isn’t a date.


The Jacket Was A Move | @LadyDrace | 1,913 | Teen | 2017-08-04

Derek is a jock and infinitely cooler than Stiles and his nerdy friends. That doesn’t stop Stiles from having a massive crush on him, though.


I’m tired and I’m wasted, irrational | LunaCanisLupus_22 ( @i-sveikata ) | 8,170 | Explicit | 2017-07-31

Derek reads the message twice just to be sure that he isn’t dreaming.

Help, it reads, accidntly kidnpd somr dudew

He takes a moment to compose his reply. What the hell Laura?

Or the one where Laura wakes him up in the middle of the night because she’s kidnapped some random guy from the club and it turns out he’s Derek’s mate.


A Tale as Old as Time | Leslie_Knope ( @leslieknopeismyspiritanimal ) | 5,931 | Teen | 2017-08-02

Derek wakes up 12 years later in a world where, for some reason, Stiles is naked.

Well, at least the sheets are comfortable.


Try Again | dragon_temeraire ( @dragon-temeraire ) | 1274 | Teen | 2017-08-02

Derek has to egg a house to be part of the popular group. Too bad the house ends up being the Sheriff’s.


Find Me Sitting Fireside | @kaistrex | 13,282 | Teen | 2016-12-17

With the news that an Alpha wants Beacon Hills for their own, Derek and Stiles are forced to attend a couples retreat at a ski resort to learn their enemy’s identity. However, the threat is the least of Derek’s problems when he’s expected to fake a relationship, share a bed and suffer through candlelit dinners with the man he’s secretly been in love with for the past four years.


The Epic Space Opera of Stiles Stilinski and Sergeant Spacewolf | A_Diamond ( @alxdiamond ) | 4,808 | Teen | 2017-06-29

Beacon Station is an extraplanetary center of research and exploration. Human scientist and minor disaster Stiles Stilinski lives there, as does the grumpiest alien ever: Derek Hale, the titular Sergeant Spacewolf himself. After a rocky start to their acquaintance, they’ve settled into sort of a love-hate relationship, wherein Stiles pines and provokes in approximately equal measure, and Derek grudgingly tolerates.

When a mechanical failure leaves them stranded together in the vacuum of space, the impending doom of almost certain death forces the truth of their feelings to the fore. Will our heroes finally get together? Will it even matter? Will they survive the danger?

(Yes, yes, and yes. There wouldn’t be a story to tell otherwise.)


Dancing On Blades | @tryslora | 28,266 | Teen | 2017-06-26

When Derek discovers that Mieczysław “Stiles” Stilinski–known for his YouTube videos of skating, not his competitions–is going to be at Nationals, attempting to make the Olympic team, he has to go. After all, Stiles learned ALL FIVE of Derek’s Worlds routines and posted video of each one to YouTube. He sees something in this unknown skater, something that only Stiles’s reclusive coach seemed to see before. And when Stiles manages to claim one of the three coveted spots, Derek makes an offer that Stiles can’t refuse: Derek will coach him to win Olympic gold. The hard part? There are only two weeks between Nationals and the Olympics…


Bloody Palms and Red Eyes | @rlnerdgirl | 4,017 | Teen | 2017-06-25

Having asked Deaton for advice after losing his alpha power, Derek finds himself approaching a palm reader, of all things, who goes by the name of Stiles and isn’t anything like what Derek is expecting.


Kidnapping Boys Doesn’t Make Them Like You (Or Does It?) | Dani Mahealani ( @derekczyslaw ) | 1,816 | Gen | 2017-08-06

“Hey, he’d be lucky to have you as a boyfriend. It’s just my job as your older sister to tease you.”

He looks up to see her giving him one of her warm smiles, one that doesn’t give him nightmares. “I don’t even know if he likes guys,” he says after a few moments.

“I can think of a few ways to find out.”

Derek’s eyebrows twist in confusion and he’s fairly certain he doesn’t want to know what sorts of plans she has in mind. “Just let me handle it, alright? I can do it.”

Laura gets up from her chair and comes around to his side of the table to ruffle his hair. “Never be afraid of asking for help, Der. You have a big sister for a reason.” She steals a sip of his Coke before heading upstairs to her room.

Not for the first time that night, Derek presses his face into his arms and groans.

or the one where laura and peter kidnap stiles because derek likes him

Star Trek Character Ages

Over the past few days my sister and I have been doing very important research; we looked up the ages of all of the Star Trek characters. Quite possibly one of the most nerdy things I have spent my time doing, but, the results are quite interesting in some cases. So here you go tumblr.

*note: all of these ages were calculated using either birth years found on memory alpha or memory beta, so they may not be 100% correct, but I tried to be as accurate as possible.*

——At the start of their time on the series—–

TOS:
Kirk-32
Spock-34
Bones-38
Uhura-26
Sulu-28
Checkov-22
Scotty-43

TNG:
Picard-59
Riker-30
Data-26 (based on activation date)
Troi-28
Geordi-29
Beverley Crusher-40
Wesley Crusher-16
Yar-27
Worf-24

DS9:
Sisko-37
Kira-26
Jadzia-28
Ezri-21
Dax (symbiont)- 351(born in 2018!!! Guys that is pretty soon)
Bashir-28
O’Brien-41
Odo- 32 (based on date he was first found)
Quark- unknown (no recorded DOB)
Jake-14
Worf-32

Voyager:
Janeway-36
Chakotay-42
Tuvok-107
Tom-25
B’Elanna-25
Harry-22
The Doctor-0 (Activation date)
Kes-1
Neelix-34
7 of 9-21 (however she spent time in a Borg maturation chamber)

Enterprise:
Archer-39
T’Pol-63
Trip-30
Phlox-Unknown
Reed-29
Hoshi-22
Travis-25
Porthos-Unknown, but at least 2 years old

Go forth with the newfound knowledge you have gained! 

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 9  A/B/O ❤️

A/N: Okay this ones gonna be emo to the extremo *bursts into tears* But its a good emo nonetheless! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

Warnings: Angsty as heck. Swearing. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you can share any of your favorite sterek fics? Or any new ones you've recently read? I love your blog!

Ho man, strap in. These are some that I’ve read/reread recently, and I love all of them so much.

Filter Out the Starlight by skoosiepants

“Why are you not more curious about me?” Stiles says when Derek’s got the door half open, sun spilling over the dark wood, dust motes spinning about his legs. Stiles is wearing fabric that hasn’t been invented yet, he’s clutching a smart phone to his chest, and he appeared out of nowhere, like an angel.

Softly, Derek says, “We all have our secrets,” and closes the door.

Or-

A heartbroken Stiles accidentally travels back in time to find his one true love. A harlequin-ish Christmas romance.

Smoke is Just the Air Remembering Fire by alisvolatpropiis 

Derek has cried three times in his adult life: when his sister died, when the alpha pack used him to kill Boyd, and when Stiles Stilinski broke his heart.

Misfire by unpossible

“The debt must be repaid,” she says, and it has the weight of a vow. The words resonate through him, ringing through his ribcage and the bones of his jaw, and Stiles loses his breath and maybe his grip on reality because she draws herself upright and where there had once stood a supermodel-level MILF now there is Galadriel’s much hotter older sister, a Presence of unmistakable power in their ordinary, smells-vaguely-of-Thai-takeout hallway.

“Oh shit,” Stiles says.

my boyfriend, the ex-spy. by  matildajones

“Are you a spy?” he says.

“You could call me that,” Stiles snorts.

Derek tries to live a normal life… it’s hard when his boyfriend used to travel around the world shooting the bad guys.

As the Lights Go Down by standinginanicedress

Stiles is standing there looking bizarre – which maybe isn’t a very nice thing or even a convincing thing to say about a person that Derek’s basically invited over to hook up with (whatever that even fucking means to kids these days) – but he…does. He’s wearing dark jeans, a black hoodie with the hood pulled up so Derek can’t even really see his face aside from his mouth and jawline, and he’s got that metal baseball bat in his fingers again.

He looks like he’s come here to literally beat Derek to death.

Then, he grins, lifts one shoulder up in a half shrug, and says, “I can’t come in until you invite me.”

Derek is mystified enough that all he can say is, “really?” He thought that was a vampire thing.

Night Owls Early Birds by Lissadiane

Confession: Stiles is afraid of having magic.

The Spark had been cool. It had been small, manageable. He could do some funky stuff with Mountain Ash, all with the power of belief.

And now here he is, his Spark blown wide open, apparently coming down with a fatal case of magical overload, and all that stands between him and bleeding out is a grumpy owl that looks suspiciously like a feathered version of Derek Hale.

(In which Stiles learns he’s a witch, but instead of a wand and a trip to Diagon Alley, he gets blood magic, a grumpy and reluctant owl as his companion, and an accidental blood bond with Derek Hale.)

Heat in the Night

Summary: Alpha Bucky finds his favorite omega taking care of a pup. The problem is, it’s not his and he gets furious.

As requested by @theloveofanauthor

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst, some adult language

A/N: I hope you guys like it!

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Bucky sat in the front seat of Tony’s new Porsche smiling like an idiot. Normally he would’ve been more serious when coming back from a mission (or in Tony’s presence in general), but he was on his way to see his favorite omega, you. He had just spent the past year away on a top-secret mission and was excited. It was hard not to be near you, but since you two hadn’t bonded yet, he couldn’t take you with him. He quickly remembered all the times he locked himself up during his rut, called you while holding back tears, and wished for just a hint of your scent. But now, the agony was over. Bucky’s heart fluttered as he imagined your guys’ reunion. He thought of you running into his arms, him holding you tightly, both of you kissing and then furiously knotting. Tonight was the night. Tonight Bucky would confess to you how he truly felt. He was going to tell you that he loved you and that he never wanted to leave your side ever again. Bucky tapped his fingers against his thigh as he became more and more impatient. As he and Tony stopped at another red light, Bucky let out a small grunt.

“Anxious, are we?” Tony teased.

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Malia: Y-You’re dating Scott? Scott McCall? The one with the uneven jawline and my alpha?

My Mate - Part 2

So I had a shit-ton of people ask me to continue this story! So I did! It’s been sitting my drafts for a few months so i decided to finish it really quickly and post it while I was taking a break from studying.

My Mate - Part 1


You and Damian spend the entire night talking quietly on the couch. You talk about his training as Robin, what it’s like being Jason’s sister, what he likes to do when he isn’t patrolling the city. It’s almost like a first date, but Jason is constantly glaring from the corner.

Damian leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear causing a shudder to run through you, “I believe .. that Todd is displeased with your choice of company tonight, Beloved”

You let out a breathy chuckle, “He doesn’t control who I let court me”

Damian lets out an amused chuckle, “I wonder who the true Alpha of your little pack is”

Tim snorts and bursts into laughter, “Y/N’s obviously the one who runs everything. She’s Jason’s Oracle, she’s the one who bandages him up, who makes him eat and sleep … Jason can’t deny her anything”

“It’s not nice to eavesdrop, Tim. I’m trying to have a conversation” You toss a pillow at him, but it’s easily caught and sent sailing back. Yelping when it hits you in the face you glare at the detective, “Meanie”

Damian chuckles, “Will you go out to dinner with me two days from now? Will that be an acceptable first date?”

“I’d really like that, just let me know where you want to go so I’ll know what to wear. I mean” You look up at him through your lashes, “I’ve never been courted by a vampire before”

His eyes dilate and he inhales, taking in your unique scent, and the unconscious brushes of your mind against his. “It is not something you will regret, sweetling”

“I hope not” You glance up when you hear a soft whine and your eyes meet Jason’s. His shoulders are slumped and he looks tired, but his look also tells you that he won’t leave you alone with Damian. Turning back to your intended, you whisper, “I have to go now, but I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Damian brings your hand up to his mouth, giving you the barest brush of fangs against the skin on the back your hand, then pressing a kiss there and letting you go. “Good night, my intended. I will count the minutes until I see you again”

Standing up you hesitate for just a second before darting in and pressing a kiss to Damian’s cheek, “Dream of me, my Robin”

When you pull back you smirk as his dazed look, before turning and making your way to Jason.

“Y/N …” he whines, reaching out for you. The man is exhausted, he hasn’t slept in 49 hours and it was past time for some sibling cuddles.

“Come on, big brother. Let’s head home and go to bed” Jason huffs, trying to act like he isn’t actually tired, but you can hear the soft whine he lets out and feel the way he leans into you. “When we get home you can shift, and we’ll curl up in your room to sleep, alright?”

“Yeah, that sound’s good”

As soon as the apartment door is shut Jason starts to shift, easily flowing from his human from into his wolf form. Now in front of you stands black timber wolf about the size of a small car. Jason lets out a soft chuff and nudges you further into the apartment, steering you towards his room.

“I need to change into some PJ’s first, Jay. Go get settled, I’ll be in there in a minute.”

After you get dressed you head back to Jason’s room. He’s already made a nest out of various blankets and pillows, and before you even get the chance to climb into bed Jason gently grabs you and pulls you in.

“You impatient mutt! I was getting there!”

Jay just lets out a low growl and shoves his cold nose into your neck. His body is practically covering yours, making it so you can’t move. “Move over! You’re gonna smother me you giant fluff ball!”

Jason whines and nuzzles closer, refusing to move. His mind brushes against yours, and while a wolf can’t use real words like a vampire, they can send over feelings and images. Right now he’s sending over fear, “Why are you scared, Jay? Neither of us are in danger, we’re safe here at home”

A flash of you and Damian sitting together, and then another feeling, loneliness. “Do you think I’ll abandon you just because Damian is courting me?” He lets out a soft huff in confirmation, “What did you think would happen? Did you think I would trade you for Damian? That I would just forget about you? I’d never do that! You’re my brother, I’d never abandoned family”

A feeling of relief flows through you, “You’re so stupid, Jay, you’re really lucky that I love you”

With a soft huff, Jason settles down for the night. You’re glad that you and Jason managed to get some of your problems worked out, hopefully now he’ll be nicer to Damian.

Two days later finds you getting ready for your date when a call from the Batcave comes is. Both Jason and Alfred are with you, helping you get ready. Apparently, Alfred is really good at styling hair, and Jason was grumbling that none of your cloths covered enough skin.

“Jason, Alfred, I need you two to get to the Cave. There have been several League of Assassin members spotted around the city. They’re planning something and I need all hands on-deck”

“Of course, Master Bruce. We are on our way”

Jason walks over and presses a kiss to your forehead, “You gonna be on my comms?”

“Duh, you wouldn’t survive a day without me watching your back. I’ll be ready before you two even get to the Manor.”

Alfred chuckles softly, “I am glad that someone is able to keep Master Jason safe”

“Safe is relative, Alfie, I’m never safe, Y/N just makes sure I stay alive”

“Sparrow. Have you found anything out of the ordinary?”

You quickly scan through the cameras, checking with Alfred and Oracle to see if they have anything different, “No, it looks like the League members are gathering at the docks. They just seem to be … waiting.” A light flashes across one of the cameras, “Hold on, there’s a boat coming in … I can’t see … give me a minute”

“Work quickly, I need to know what’s on that boat, especially if the League is interested in it”

“B? How the hell did you get on this channel?”

“I had Tim hack it”

“Of course you did. You all need to hang back, most of the assassins at the docks are Vampires, they’ll be able to sense it if you get too close”

“We know, we aren’t in range of anyone”

“Good.” An alarm sounds, and one of the camera screens flash red, indicating movement, “Shit, they’re here”

“Who’s there? Sparrow, who’s there?”

You try to take a steadying breath, willing your voice not to betray just how scared you now are, “The cameras just detected League members in the apartment building.”

“Get out of there. Get out of there now, kid!”

“Hood … shit there’s nowhere to go. They’re on the roof, in the lobby, in the hallway, on the fire escape” Slipping off your headset, you slide in a much more discreet communicator and tracker, “I’m trapped, Hood”

“Keep calm, Sparrow. I’m on my way …”

“No! You’ll never make it in time, big brother. You need to stay to the dock, figure out what they’re doing, and then you’ll be able to figure out why they came to the apartment, alright?”

“You’re a pain in the ass, kid. Only one I know that’d just let the League of Assassins take them”

You let out a shaky chuckle, “They haven’t even come in yet.” An idea pops into your head, “I’m gonna ask them what they want”

“Fuck no! Sparrow, you had better keep your happy ass away from those assassins! Fuck it, I’m on my way back. I can’t just -”

Instead of answering you decide to mute Jason and open the front door, coming face to face with three League assassins. “Hello, can I help you guys?”

One of the Assassins raise their eyebrows, “You are the intended mate of Damian al Ghul?”

“I don’t know about intended mate, buddy. We only met a few days ago, haven’t even been on a date”

The vampires head cocks, “You are a human.”

“Indeed I am, I’m so glad that you guys can use your nose”

The comm crackles in your ear and Batman’s voice comes through, “It is not a good idea to taunt a League assassin, Sparrow”

Ignoring the man, you quirk an eyebrow at the assassin in front of you, “So, did you guys need something? Or did you come here to tell me why so many of you guys are in Gotham? Because let me tell you, Batman really isn’t happy -”

“We are here under the orders of the Demon Head to bring his grandson’s intended to him”

“So you want me to go with you to meet Ra’s al Ghul. Will I meet Talia as well?”

“Yes. Will you come with us willingly, or will we have to take you by force?”

“Can you give me five minutes to pack a bag? You can come with me if you want. Honestly, I don’t stand much of a chance against a bunch of vampire assassins, so I promise not to try anything”

The assassin looks confused for a moment, “You will not need to bring anything, you will be provided anything you need”

You nod, “Can I at least write a note to my brother? I’d hate for him to worry too much”

“Very well, we will leave in three minutes”

The assassins are surprisingly nice. They don’t touch you at all, don’t try to restrain you, the only thing they do is have you take out your comm unit.

“So, am I allowed to know your names? Or is that some super-secret-assassin-shit?”

“We cannot tell you our identities, Miss Y/N”

“Well, at least your polite. Can you tell me why your leader has decided that today is a good day to meet me?”

Assassin #1 hums softly, “We are not privy to the plans of the Demon Head. Now,” he turns around, holding a syringe, “this is a sedative. I cannot allow you to know that location of the League compound, so I must give this to you. Please do not fight me”

You shrug and hold out your arm, “I told you I wouldn’t fight. It won’t do me any good to be injured for no reason.”

He nods, and gently slides the needle into your vein, and depresses the plunger, “You will be unconscious for approximately 6 hours”

Already feeling the effect of the drug, you lean sideways so that you’re laying across the car seats, “You know, I didn’t think that assassins could be nice. You’re pretty nice, Number 1. I’m gonna fall asleep now, ‘kay?”

A hand brushes your hair out of your face, “Of course, little human. You are safe here”

Briefly you wonder why he’s being so nice to you, but then you remember what Bruce had said to Jason. That your mind was different than any human he had even come in contact with, that it had a calming affect on his kind. Thinking is starting to become difficult, and your body feels like it’s floating. 

The last think you remember thinking is that you hope Ra’s al Ghul isn’t as creepy as Tim said he was.


Let me know what you guys think! What should happen next?

Imagine Getting Angry When Ethan, Aiden, Scott and Isaac Disrupt Your Class

Originally posted by bonniebird

Originally posted by 2009wasagoodyear

It was rumored in Beacon Hills that Scott Mccall’s older sister had a penchant for taking the supernatural head on; at least that was what Peter Hale whined all the time. However neither Aiden or Ethan really believed it until they were on the receiving end of your wrath. 

    “I don’t care if you’re part of the alpha pack or not-start shit again in my class, and you’ll be begging to be expelled.” You threatened, proceeding to list every horrible ‘school appropriate’ punishment you could think of.  

  The twins balked at you unsure what to make of it all. Ever since becoming alphas and joining the pack they had no one to fear, but Deucalion. So to have this weak little human threaten them… they couldn’t figure if you were really brave or just plain stupid. “She does realize we can easily tear her to pieces right?” Aiden asked, turning towards Scott. 

    Naturally the disruption in your class involved both your brother and Isaac Lahey. Both who were receiving the same amount of verbal lashing as them. “And you!” You exclaimed, pointing at Scott. “I told you this  when you were human, but apparently I need to say it again: brother or not, I will fail you. And if I’m willing to fail you, what makes you think I won’t expel you as well?”  

 "Trust me, she knows and doesn’t care.“ Isaac muttered to them. “You’re talking about the woman who punched Derek Hale in the nose, cause she thought he was the alpha who bit Scott. Then shot Peter Hale in the knees repeatedly, when she found out he was the culprit- it was actually rather satisfying for all of us.“    

  “I swear to God, I’m going to bring in a spray bottle of wolfsbane and squirt you idiots!” you snapped, “Until then, detention for a month-and you all better be there or else.”       

You didn’t have to specify what ‘else’ was, the bent metal ruler in hand gave everyone more than enough reason to come in.

Peter felt tears in his eyes, reaching out. He howled in pain, begging for someone to answer. Anyone. Please, he begged as the smoke filled his lungs. Please!

“Peter!”

Peter jolted, eyes snapping open and glowing bright blue. He stared in surprise at the figure leaning over him, blurry from tears. Pale skin, dark hair, brown eyes.

“Leah,” he breathed, only realizing his mistake when he breathed back in, the scent familiar but not that of his wife’s.

Stiles frowned, looking oddly concerned. “It’s…it’s Stiles, Peter,” he corrected, voice uncharacteristic soft. Hesitant. “You started making noises in your sleep. I figured you’d probably rather me wake you.”

Peter nodded, forcing himself to sit up and clenching his eyes shut at the sudden burn he felt behind them as his mind caught up with everything once more. Leah was gone. Everyone was gone, burnt away to ash.

Stiles slowly moved to sit beside him, though he didn’t say anything. He eventually shifted to lean against Peter, shoulder brushing him solidly. Peter reached up, pinching at the bridge of his nose and trying to hide his trembling lip behind his hand.

“If you need to let it out, I swear I won’t breathe a word of it,” Stiles vowed quietly but no less seriously. Peter quivered, moisture gathering in his eyes without his consent. His lip curled in an attempt to keep the sobs at bay. Stiles reached over, brushing his shoulders and guiding him closer. Peter lost it, hiding his face against Stiles shoulder as he sobbed uncontrollably. Stiles turned to hold him more securely against him, hands bracing his shoulders and brushing up and down his back. Thankfully he didn’t offer meaningless platitudes, which Peter doubted he could’ve stomached. As his sobs wracked through his whole body, Stiles curled his hands in Peter’s shirt and his hair, clutching him to him tightly. He felt almost like a pup, protected and safe, and wasn’t that ridiculous? Stiles would sooner kill him than protect him and he was still arguably the closest one in the ‘Pack’ to him, by virtue of them being left to research together a lot. Peter whined, high and desperate. He longed for his Pack. His sister, his Alpha. Talia might not have been perfect and maybe they’d argued more often than not, but she’d done her best when it came to being saddled with a little brother sixteen years her younger and parents who didn’t want to deal with him. She’d practically raised him herself, even. And even though she’d never favored his methods in protecting the Pack, she’d always trusted that he’d acted in the Pack’s best interest and would have his back. He missed having someone in his corner unconditionally.

He managed to get himself under control but was still hesitant to pull away from Stiles’ hold. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt a kind touch and wasn’t that a sad thing for a wolf to say? He rested his forehead on the boy’s shoulder, wondering just how much damage control he’d have to manage after this utterly embarrassing breakdown.

Stiles softened his hold but didn’t pull away. He ran his fingers through Peter’s hair rhythmically and it soothed his wolf.

“Not that I’m comparing our situation, but sometimes it helps me to talk about the good times with my mom. From before she got sick, you know?” Stiles spoke, voice quiet but even. Calming. “Not with my dad really, cause he can still get really depressed sometimes if I’m not careful with what memory I bring up, but with some of the officers at the station or Melissa.” He brushed through Peter’s hair and the man cautiously nuzzled against the bare skin above the collar of his shirt, scenting the boy in a way he hadn’t done to anyone in years. It was nice. Stiles hummed, tilting his head just a bit and bumping his nose against Peter’s temple. That was even nicer. Acceptance, even if only temporary, was a relief.

“I know Derek can’t really be the best person to reminiscence with,” The boy continued. “So, you know if you ever want to talk, I would listen. And I’ll be honest, I’m still not a hundred percent certain about your plans, but I don’t think you’re our enemy right now.”

“Why, Stiles,” Peter finally spoke, voice just a little scratchy. “I’m hurt.”

Stiles snorted, rolling his eyes even as he gently cuffed the back of Peter’s head. The man smirked, pulling away to show it to Stiles who returned it.

“Dangerous and a potential threat, yes. But you’re not our enemy right now, at least. Are you?”

Peter shook his head minutely, reluctantly releasing his hold on the boy and fighting the urge to hide his face after such a reaction. Stiles smiled. It was Peter’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Thank you,” he murmured after a moment, glancing at Stiles before looking away.

Stiles nodded, running his hand across Peter’s shoulders and squeezing the back of his neck once before releasing him and reclining back into the sofa with a raised brow. Peter probably should’ve reacted against that, maybe it’s what Stiles was expecting, but instead he only felt a security blanket over him. His wolf calmed at the pressure, soothed, and settled down.

“So. Pixies.” Stiles tried to turn their conversation back to the point of research. Peter eyed the space beside Stiles and before the boy could react had crawled onto the space, curling against the boy and resting his head on Stiles’ chest. He was obviously surprised, muscles jerking in a mild flail, but he didn’t push Peter away, just curved his arm around Peter’s shoulders and held him close. His rabbit-fast heart was a nice sound.

“They need to use fire,” Peter spoke, eyes fluttering shut as he took in slow, deep breaths saturated with Stiles’ scent.

Stiles hummed, brushing through Peter’s hair again. He seemed to like that, not that Peter was complaining either. “How long have you known that?” he asked, curious but not judgmental sounding.

“First book I read.” Peter motioned carelessly towards the pile of books on the floor. “I just…don’t like fire,” he admitted.

Stiles nodded, understanding and not calling the man out.

“I’ll text them. You take a nap. I’ll wake you up once Scott says they’re on their way back,” he promised, already digging his phone out of his pocket and texting one-handedly. Peter nuzzled against his chest again before slowly, oh so slowly, letting himself fall to sleep, listening to the quick beat of Stiles’ heart, feeling the steady petting of Stiles’ fingers through his hair, and breathing in Stiles with every lungful.

When Stiles shook him awake a couple hours later, he hadn’t felt a single flame or smelt so much of a whiff of smoke. 

anonymous asked:

Does Goth know Reapertale Chara by any chance? If so how do they get along with each other? If not well how would they get along with eachother?

His step-sister managed to be the alpha in the house <:3c

Goth was traumazed <:3c

He’s sorta afraid of all Chara(s) & knife because of this event <:3c

This is his 7 years old self btw, not his current one <:3c he met Reaper!Chara in the past after all..

vexchief  asked:

Wait. What do you mean by “Ken Levine going so out of his way to pretend BioShock 2 never happened that he broke his own canon”?

Well @sir-adamus also pointed out Levine’s other reason was to keep people from expanding on Infinite as well, but yeah Levine reeeaaally doesn’t want to acknowledge B2 exists because he wasn’t involved with it.

Here’s a list of some of the things he broke in his own canon:

1) The imprinting between Big Daddies and Little Sisters.

There was an ENTIRE LEVEL in BioShock dedicated to how it works, how Little Sisters are taught to see Big Daddies as “Mr Bubbles” through psychological conditioning and a specific pheromone/scent the Big Daddies have. Big Daddies are humans who are grafted and fused into their suits and also get the mental conditioning to make them into what they are.

BioShock 2 introduced the Alpha Series, where the Alpha Daddies had a father-daughter bond conditioned between them and an assigned Little Sister. Then to give reason why it didn’t come up in BioShock, the father-daughter bond turned out to be REALLY FUCKING BAD if something happened to the Sister, ranging from the Alpha Daddy completely shutting down to going on a massive rampage. Thus Rapture went with the Protector-Charge imprinted bond between future BDs and LSs, because Big Daddies could still function if they lost their Little Sister, and could stick with ANY sister rather than just the one.

Burial at Sea then goes on to say the imprint was the “Lion with a thorn in its paw” cause, to close a loop between Rapture and Columbia. Songbird’s imprint on Elizabeth was triggered by an act of kindness when Comstock & Co. set up a scenario of him crashing into the tower. Then Levine wrote how the same applied to ALL Big Daddies and Little Sisters because BDs are a hive mind apparently.

We had an ENTIRE LEVEL on how the protector-charge bond was forcibly conditioned on both parties, regardless of if you take BioShock 2 into account. It’s like Levine was going the extra mile to take that back and say “it was simple kindness” just to make a closed circle between Liz and Rapture. Maybe not him actively ignoring B2, but B2 ALSO had a level going into depth of the horrific conditioning of Little Sisters and part of its plot WAS to do with a stronger induced bond between a BD and LS. just sayin’.

2) Fontaine had a dressing room for switching to Atlas. Even though he made sure he was believed to be long dead before switching to his identity as Atlas. The “BioShock: Rapture” tie-in novel even explained that Fontaine went to Steinman for surgical tweaks to his face so people wouldn’t look at him and go “That’s Fontaine with hair and no mustache”, and Steinman also did surgery on one of Fontaine’s men to make him look like Fontaine. Y'know, so their proof in a time prior to the forensics of today their proof that Fontaine was dead was a corpse with his face on it.

Why would Fontaine have a dressing room. He faked his own death, he has no reason to switch between Fontaine and Atlas, even for comfort’s sake, when it is a big risk of Atlas’ followers learning the truth. Diane, Ryan’s ex, only found out Atlas was Fontaine when she stumbled in on him recording a diary in his Brooklyn accent. WHY WOULD FONTAINE NEED A DRESSING ROOM. HE CAN HARDLY CREATE MANY NEW IDENTITIES BECAUSE RAPTURE WAS INVITATION-ONLY AND ANYONE RYAN DIDN’T RECOGNISE ON THE INVITE LIST GETS THE SPY TREATMENT. THAT’S WHY ATLAS PISSED HIM OFF SO MUCH.

The dressing room p much served as a means for Liz to go “huh well i’ll be damned” and that was it. Maybe doesn’t break canon as much as Atlas’ hair changing colour, but still leaves either a big fucking hole or just makes Fontaine look a lot less clever.

3) Why would Fontaine not have choice over his own trigger-phrase? Why leave it to Suchong? Fontaine’s doesn’t trust people, he uses them. Jack is a big risk with a massive payoff and Fontaine just lets Suchong have some control beyond “grow the thing”? All to have Liz “close the loop” and give him the phrase between flashes of the future and whatnot. Again, Fontaine is looking less clever, Levine.

4) when the fuck did Fontaine have a department store the size of an entire building

5) Big Daddies, if we take BioShock 2 as canon as well, were already known and functional by New Year’s Eve. So much so there was already a Hypnosis plasmid that could work on Big Daddies, from the intro with Subject Delta.

6) Rapture was not turned into a warzone wasteland overnight. Unrest and damage to the city was a pretty slow burn, and wasn’t directly caused by one person starting trouble. Some places would probably be pristine but Rapture was springing leaks and full of spliced up people by New Year’s and citizens adopted the “Keep Calm and Ignore The Fuckery” approach. Atlas was gaining followers BECAUSE PEOPLE WERE SICK OF THE CITY FALLING APART BOTH AS A SOCIETY AND AS A LITERAL LEAKING TUB AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN.

There’s other points i’m sure but really I’ll just bring up a massive rage ball in the pit of my stomach.

tl:dr Levine broke his own canon to be petty and you should go play Minerva’s Den because it is best DLC for its contained story and it actually has Tenenbaum in it.

Imagine being Sam’s sister and falling in love with Jasper

Sam could be so overbearing at times and it almost made you wish you had a wolf inside you for a fair fight. Everyone had expected you to shift after Sam, sadly you had skipped out on that gene but you were still privy to all of the tribe’s secrets so in the end you did win the argument.

Tonight, all of the wolves were going to meet the Cullens near the border, a neutral meeting to get more information about how to fight the newborns that were going to be entering Forks.

This was the first time there was something other than animosity with the Cullens. An uneasy truce for working together and eliminating this threat. You never quite developed the distaste that all the wolves had when it came to vampires especially the Cullens. You had crossed paths with a few of them, never experiencing the repulsive nature every other wolf kept mentioning. 

There was no way you were missing out on this. Despite Sam’s reluctancy you were present for the meeting. It almost felt too important to miss it and keep regretting it later on. You were the only human amongst all of the wolves, something that the Cullens surely noticed. 

Carlisle was the first to talk and Edward was the translator. While the conversation was going on you were busy observing the Cullens. It was the first time ever you were seeing every one of them without their human facade. The absolute stillness with which they stood to their sharp movements when they did move. It was quite mesmerising. 

After Carlisle and Edward stepped back, one of the so called Hale siblings walked forward. Jasper was a mystery to you. You had neither spoken to him nor heard much about him. This was the first time ever you were seeing him in front of the spotlight. 

“The two most important things you have to remember are first, don’t let them get their arms around you and second, don’t go for the obvious kill” He glanced at Emmett before moving into position to demonstrate. 

The way he stood, he had a clear view of you as you were standing a little farther away from the wolves, when he did look at you it was a swift moment before Emmett charged at him with a speed that was too fast for you. 

The next second Emmett was standing where Jasper had been previously meanwhile he was right behind Emmett inches away from his throat. And so it continued. Jasper faced off each of his family member displaying an impressive experience at this kind of fights. 

When you concentrated hard you could make out few of the moves, every one of them was done by Jasper. The way he moved and the way he brought his opponent down so efficiently made it hard for you to notice anyone else. Every now and then he would look at you too with an intense focus. 

When it was over, Jasper went back to being a silent presence and yet he was anything but that for you. It was hard to forget his commanding persona. Since everyone was distracted by Jacob talking with Bella no doubt everyone was preparing themselves for his whining later on, nobody realised when Jasper stood beside you. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way but this is the first time I’m seeing a human along with the wolves” He was tall, you had to look up when he was speaking to you. 

“I get it, they are not that inclusive but they may have reconsidered, after all I’m Y/N. The alpha’s younger sister” The weaker one. It was still hard for you to grasp that Sam was the alpha often making you wonder what would happen if the places were switched. 

“You.. don’t like that” His golden eyes were studying you intently. 

“How do you-? Ah, the special abilities” You felt uneasy knowing that he could practically read you. You were always careful about how much anyone knows anything about you. 

“It comes in handy actually. Like right now” He chuckled. 

“I guess you must have me all figured out then” You glared at his amused face, he was bringing out your defensive side faster than Sam. That was a first.

“Not yet” He thoughtfully looked at the wolves, some of them clearly noticing you and Jasper. “I haven’t even scratched the surface” 

“Are you trying to tell me that’s your intention?” You asked him in complete disbelief. 

He just smiled before looking at the huge black wolf coming towards us. He appeared to be nothing but relaxed despite Sam’s intimidating size. And like before, you couldn’t stop yourself from finding Jasper’s fearless attitude quite appealing like he could handle anything. Just like that he looked at you and you understood something that made you blush. He had probably felt all of your emotions throughout the night the same as now. “Um. Yeah Sam is annoyed. I better go” You studiously avoided looking at Jasper when you said that.

“I hope to see you tomorrow as well Y/N” Hearing him say your name was making you feel warm and fuzzy. You almost ran towards Sam focusing on feeling absolutely nothing to avoid further damage. Sam could look as judgemental in his wolf form as his human one. You could practically hear all the questions and wtf’s that you were bound to hear when you got home. [To Be Continued]

Originally posted by whataboutmultifandom

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have a tag for Magic!stiles? It's one of my favourites

we have a magic!stiles tag but here are some more!

Indelible Marks (2 works| 275,695 | Rated M)

The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.)

Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn’t old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn’t stop him from being interesting…

Castle On The Hill (5/5 | 10,793 | Rated E)

“Is everything okay?”

“Define okay,” Stiles lets out a small, resigned, breathy laugh and wets his lips with his tongue, head still bowed.

“Is that fire I can hear?”

“Yeah, I’m burning my clothes.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“They have blood on them?”

“Scott hasn’t said anything.”

“I – Scott doesn’t know.”

“What?” Derek’s voice falters slightly and Stiles swallows again, trying to remember how to inhale “how does he not know that your clothes are covered in blood?”

“He knows about the blood, he – he doesn’t know why it was there.”

“Oh,” Derek says, pausing for a moment, “why was it there?”

“I killed someone.”

Safe Mind (1/1 | 4,434 | PG-13)

Derek goes missing for a while and comes back full wolf. Only problem is that his mind has gone wolf too, and for some reason the only one he’ll allow near him… is Stiles.

A Thousand Fiery Suns of Angst - Just Press Play (2 works | 20,934 | PG-13)

All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It’s all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.

flint & tinder (9/9 | 43,593 | Rated E)

Casting spells, chasing monsters, wooing your coworkers and fucking them in their offices - it’s all in a day’s work for Stiles Stilinski. 

Time to Begin (1/1 | 20,752 | PG-13)

Stiles learns some heavy-duty magic, and Derek convinces him to send him back in time to fix all the mistakes he’s made. But Derek ends up making things worse, and Stiles has to think creatively to save him. And everyone else, including their younger selves.