bang or whimper

Top 20 Sterek Fics 2016

Just like last year, we have decided to put together a list of fics that we read this year that we really enjoyed! So many great ones were posted but these are our personal favorites. 

Here’s last years list if you want to check it out - (x)

Have an amazing 2017 guys!

K’s:

Windows by dr_girlfriend (28/28 | 83,006 | NC17)

Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I…I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

Capes are Cool (but they don’t make a hero) by chantelle82 (3/3 | 7,068 | PG13)

The story of how Stiles and Derek fall in love and became heroes - to each other

Numbers by standinginanicedress (1/1 | 11,150 | PG13)

“I’m magic,” Stiles raises his hands in the air and puts on a serious facial expression. “I have the sixth sense.”

“The sixth sense, huh? Is that what they’re calling bullshit these days?”

Stiles’ lips purse down hard, but he still smirks. Derek wonders if there’s any single facial expression that Stiles can make that isn’t in some way at least slightly amused, whether at himself or the expense of others. “Non-believers aren’t welcome at my table, Derek.”

It’s Too Early For This by thepsychicclam (1/1 | 4,966 | PG13)

Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.

Hale Construction by Mynuet (1/1 | 8,342 | G)

Derek gets a business and a home. Stiles gets his own Batman. The sheriff gets hash browns. The Stilinski household is expanded without anyone quite talking about it.

A’s:

A Heart is a Heavy Burden by lielabell (13/13 | 41,242 | PG13)

In Which Stiles: is accosted by unhappy witches, becomes friends with fire demons, is rescued by darkly handsome wizards, discovers hidden inner depths, is introduced to princes, and finds true love. Though not necessarily in that order.

(Or the Howl’s Moving Castle AU fusion fic you never knew you wanted but are delighted to have.)

French Silk Pie, Baby by KuriKuri (1/1 | 2,649 | PG13)

“See, your angel of a sister - ” Derek scoffs. Cora hasn’t been an angel since she was five months old. “ - agreed to date me, because my visa is about to expire and - ”

“I’d have to marry you for that, dumbass,” Cora butts in, rolling her eyes.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t marry me to keep me in the country?” Stiles asks, sounding mildly offended.

“Hell no,” Cora snorts, earning her a wounded look from Stiles.

Twice in a Lifetime (AKA The Importance of Snuggle Buddies) by normalcatbehaviour (1/1 | 1,761 | G)

It takes him a while to actually notice it’s not just Stiles sprawled across their couch, but to be fair to him, he isn’t really thinking about anything but finally getting some sleep and maybe liberating one of the cookies that Stiles thinks are well hidden behind the microwave. He’s half way to covering the boys up with a blanket when he finally notices.

That is definitely not Scott McCall.

It is in fact definitely Derek Hale. Derek Hale the 26 year old. Who his son is currently lying on, head tucked under Derek’s chin, Derek’s hands clenched in the back of his t-shirt.

“Um,” the Sheriff says. He wasn’t prepared for this.

tongue of dog and blind-worm’s sting by Zercalo (7/7 | 51,909 | NC17)

In order to keep the identity of the teacher he’s been seeing a secret, Derek’s been withdrawing from his pack and family. Cora, frustrated with his alienation and a little lonely, clings to the first nonjudgmental person who offers companionship – which happens to be that odd Muggleborn Revenclaw who’s always hanging around the Gryffindor common room.

She hasn’t befriended Stiles for Derek’s sake, but Derek just might reap the benefits anyway - if he pulls his head out of his ass and quit the stupid self-sacrificing act.

No Homo by RemainNameless (11/11 | 84,064 | NC17)

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

Kass’:

Filter Out the Starlight by skoosiepants (1/1 | 12,238 | PG13)

“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.

Regression to the Mean by theroguesgambit (1/1 | 16,546 | R)

There aren’t really words for this. “Sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.

Prompt: In the aftermath of 3B, Stiles and Derek learn to trust, learn to fuck, and learn to love themselves, each other, and their pack.

I Breathe Disaster by TamzStripped (12/12 | 84,946 | NC17)

“No. I’m not doing it. You can’t make me, Scott.”

“Don’t be such a wuss. You don’t want to die, do you? This is the only way to keep you safe from the Alpha pack.”

“Why not Danny? He’s actually gay, kind of adorable, and doesn’t look at me like he wants to shut me up…with his teeth.” Stiles threw his arms out in front of him, Scott shook his head for the thousandth time. “Why not?”

or

How Stiles went from hating Derek, to wanting to cuddle him, to hating him again, to kissing his boo-boo’s, to waxing poetic, then finally laying his life on the line to save him. Funny how things turn out.

Don’t You Wanna Be My Sky? by WhoNatural (1/1 | 9,420 | G)

Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.

He just didn’t have the tan.

(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)

Mauve by bleep0bleep (1/1 | 7,380 | NC17)

It’s been ten years since he’s seen Derek Hale, but Stiles would recognize that ass anywhere.

Tine’s:

The Fixer and the First Son by ebjameston (10/10 | 47,625 | PG13)

“You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.”

“George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.”

(Stiles is a political fixer. Derek is the president’s son. I’ve been watching too much Scandal.)

Part 1 of Stilinski & Associates

steal my breath away by stilinskisparkles (1/1 | 4,454 | PG13)

This is the worst organised robbery I’ve ever seen,” Derek comments as he begrudgingly does as he’s told.

“Nobody asked you,” Stiles huffs.

Home by TheTypewriterGirl (17/18 | 160,430 | PG13)

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

Sowing Season by WeAreTheCyclones (28/? | 177,873 | R)

Just a bunch of kids doing teenage stuff: starting bands and terrorizing teachers and hurting like hell and falling for each other. The usual.

Part 3 of Play Crack the Sky

The Circus at the End of the World by mikkimouse (25/25 | 91,049 | NC17)

Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Since then, magic has been outlawed, and the world has clawed its way back to some kind of stability, with people and shifters alike divided between living within the walled safety of the Havens, or the small, less protected outposts dotting the frontier.

Derek Hale and his sisters, Laura and Cora, are the proprietors of Hale’s Circus of Magic, Monsters, and Mystical Wonders, known colloquially as the Circus at the End of the World. They and their ragtag pack ride the rails between the outposts and the Havens, performing for those who can pay (and some who can’t). Their circus is a small haven in and of itself, a place of safety for those who have nowhere else to go.

It’s a quiet life…until Stiles Stilinski joins the crew.

The circus has something Stiles needs—a ticket into the Haven of Santa Francesca. His father has been abducted, and Stiles is determined to get him back no matter what he has to do.

But Stiles has another secret, one that puts him and every member of the circus in danger. And if he’s not careful, it could get them all killed.

I’ve seen a couple of tag on my fics mentioning how I always write Natsu as being super tender and gentle with Lucy. Yeah, I totally do they. You can’t tell me that he wouldn’t act like that with her when they’re alone. He’s thought he lost her twice now. Twice. At some point it has to have hit him that Lucy’s breakable. That she can handle so much, but she can’t handle everything. And when they’re alone he doesn’t have to act tough or worry about being teased by someone else. He can just hold her and speak in quiet tones, just wanting to be around her and not needing to do anything.

Their relationship has always been a quiet one. An easy one. I think it always will be. When/if they get together I’m hoping it’s not going to be something huge, just something soft between the two of them. Because the feelings have always been there, they just haven’t been loud.

“Not with a bang but a whimper.”

Oh look it’s a ‘holy-moses-I’ve-been-out-of-this-fandom-for-close-to-three-years-and-have-been-reading-so-much-fic-to-make-up-for-it’ rec list

AKA the ‘you’ve probably read this already but I’m gonna rec it anyway list’

or, a (few) handfuls of amazing fics published in and after 2015 that I’ve recently read


Celestial Navigation  @alocalband
A year after the death of his sister, while struggling with social anxiety and writer’s block, Derek decides to start over somewhere new.

A Crooked Way to Fly  @andavs
“We can’t just leave him here to die.”

“He’s an emissary, Scott.” 

Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

Heartbeat to Remind Me @motleywolf
“Spit it out, Stiles,” Derek says impatiently.

“I can kind of heal myself. Sometimes.”

A Teen Wolf/Addams Family crossover where Stiles has some inherited talents he’s been keeping secret.

The Witching Hour @loserchildhotpants
The radio host AU no one ever asked for

Wild Horses @thepsychicclam
Derek’s a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family’s failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn’t expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff’s shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn’t expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.

A Garden is a Lovesome Thing @fauvistfly
After the chaos has died down, Stiles attempts to find normalcy in his life. Somehow, helping Derek bring a garden back to life becomes part of that normalcy. Through the seasons, they fight, laugh, talk, eat, breathe.

In the end, they find that what comes to life is more than just a garden.

Dancing on Blades @tryslora
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.

Turn the Other Cheek @redhoodedwolf
Derek Hale was not born a werewolf.

Stiles Stilinski was not born with a soulmark.

We Can Take Our Time @gingersnapwolves
Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”

Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”

I’ve Been Everywhere With You @leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
“Dude, you should totally come with me.”

“What? Like on the road trip?“

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

Misbehaving for Days @attoliancrown
Finding out that Beacon Hills was the home of the ONLY Werewolf Microbrewery changed Stiles and Scott’s lives. Gone where the days that Scott had to be Stiles’ DD, because finally he could drink. The icing on the cake was the fact that the owner of said bar just so happened to be none other than Derek Hale.

Tide Pulls from the Moon @paintedlandscape
When Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.

“You asshole,” Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. “You couldn’t have made yourself harder to find, could you?”

Apparecium @bleep0bleep
Derek is an Auror investigating a cult that hangs out at this new restaurant in Diagon Alley, Roscoe’s, when he runs into someone he thought he’d never see again.

Soulseeker @doctortay
Sighing, Stiles reaches for Derek’s big hands, cradled in his broad lap, his skin lighting up even more at Derek’s touch. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, preparing himself to look for Derek’s soulmate. Whoever you are, he thinks, you better be worth him.

Of Glasses and Lacrosse Sticks @halerogers
“Okay, how ‘bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

Fold In Gently @thepsychicclam
Derek is going to kill Cora. He’s going to kill her numerous times. One death is not enough punishment for what she’s making him do.

These Woods Sigh @blacktofade
Derek and Stiles never plan to start a family together, it just happens. Or, the one where Derek accidentally wishes for a baby.

The Circus at the End of the World @mad-madam-m
Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Don’t Be Anything but Okay @pantstomatch
“Oh my god.”

Ben pops open the car door and says, “Please don’t embarrass me, Dad.”

Stiles flaps a hand, still staring at the magnificent sight before him. There are glistening arm muscles and a sweaty tank top and then the vision bends over and holy god. He has to look away; it’s too much to take in all at once, he might swoon.

Just to See You Again @loserchildhotpants
A sterek college!AU where writing student Stiles specializes in love letters, runs a blog about it and can be commissioned to write love letters on behalf of lovers who are at a loss for words.

The Payoff Pitch @leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home @turningterrific
Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Tired

Can we be honest with each other for a minute? Like, can I just admit some stuff here? This has been a hard year. This has been my no good, very bad year.

I am tired. No. I am TIRED.

There is bone tired and then there is marrow tired. I can visualize my marrow: worn down, thin. Grey.

I get to work later every day.

Because it is hard to drag myself into that zone. Those glassy eyes.

I cannot fight the battle of the phone anymore.

I cannot repeat myself anymore.

Dude.

I typed out those directions. Then I printed them out. Then I emailed them to you. Then I read them out loud. Then I wrote them on the board. Then I acted them out. With gestures. With accents.

How you gonna tell me, “I wasn’t paying attention?” For reals?

Guys, hello? This is my best material.

I have never written better lesson plans. I promise. They are meeting standards. They are based on essential questions. They are topical. They are fascinating.

They are useless.

I am old. I was BFFs with your ancestors. I remember the original thirteen colonies. I built the pyramids.

And in those decades, nay centuries, nay eons, I learned some tricks. My bag of tricks rivals Santa’s bag of gifts.

And. None. Of. Them. Work.

Every morning I have thousands of new grey hairs.

The circles under my eyes are canyons. They are purple. They have area codes.

Everyone is bored.

I used to be funny. No one has laughed with me in so long. I only cry in private. I only scream in my nightmares.

Hope does not return my calls.

My students used to just get high. They used to just get pregnant. Now, even the gamers are getting incarcerated.

It is getting bleak when the only poem which seems relevant goes, “Not with a bang but a whimper.”

But.

I am not beaten yet.

The other day, someone remembered what an inference was.

You know?

The other day, someone asked for a highlighter.

The other day, someone was actually looking up a word on the phone under the desk.

The other day, a kid made a joke and it was funny.

This is not a good year in my room. Fine. It is not a good year in my country. Fine. But even Scarlet O’Hara knew that tomorrow was another day.

Can you imagine if they practiced before WTTM?

+

“How do you want to end it?” Otabek tilts his head thoughtfully, squinting out onto the ice with the kind of focus that fighter pilots probably have when landing a plane in the middle of a war zone. While the plane’s also on fire. 

They’ve been at it for hours. And despite the fact that he won’t actually be skating this routine with Yuri, Otabek’s been out on the ice for every single step, every turn, tweaking the music and the movements until they match, putting his hands all over Yuri’s body and adjusting him with deft hands until he’s nailed the choreography down to the very edge. The next time someone compliments the pig on his stamina, Yuri is going to burst through the fucking wall like the Kool-Aid Man and punch them in the jaw. Oh yeah.

Yuri crosses his arms and bites down on a yawn. “I told you how I wanted to end it.”

“I meant do you want to hit the ice with a loud bang or a whimper.”

“A loud bang sounds lovely to me,” Yuri says, dangerous and sweet. He’s been dipping his fingers into the hot, wet promise of Otabek’s mouth since they left the club and came back to the rink, and if he’s forced to wait any longer for Otabek to buy a clue and make some kind of move, he’s not going to be responsible for his actions. 

Otabek ignores him. “Look… Yuri, don’t you think this is a little…”

Yuri waits for him to finish, then, when he doesn’t, growls, “Say it.”

“Over the top.” Otabek’s mouth twitches, which on anyone else would be a full-body seizure.

“Someday I’m going to write a memoir and that’s going to be the title. Over The Top: An Insider’s Look at the World of Yuri Plisetsky and His Many Naysayers Who Don’t Know Shit About Shit,“ Yuri practically sings, the edges of his fake cheer sharp enough to skate with. ”Prologue: Fuck You.”

“You’re asking me to murder you,” Otabek says, scratching the shorn hair at the back of his head. The urge to reach out and drag his fingers through it bowls Yuri over like a wave, and it’s all he can do to stand against it.

Fake murder,” Yuri snaps, flustered. “If Thing One and Thing Two can make headlines by spitting ‘I love yous’ into each other’s slobbering mouths then I can certainly blow minds by cranking this shit up to eleven.”

“You don’t think the shock factor will be too much for them?” Genuine curiosity lurks in the tilt of Otabek’s eyebrow. 

Yuri rolls his eyes. “They’ve spent the entire season cheering for a guy who literally jizzes his pants whenever he’s on the ice. I think they can handle it.”

Otabek makes a thoughtful noise, like he’s never considered the fact that his peers are all D-list Batman villains. “Fair enough.”

They glide over to the portable CD player that Otabek brought, sitting on the edge of the wall like a relic from a former era, and restart the song. It begins with the subtlety of a punch to the throat, and Yuri loves it wholeheartedly. 

“How are you going to fall?” Otabek’s voice fights with the music and barely makes it out alive. “It’s gotta be dramatic.”

“I’ve been watching Georgi collapse to the floor in tears for half my life. Dramatic I can do. You know the cue for the…?” He mimes firing a gun with his fingers. If he’d thought of it beforehand, he would’ve painted his nails for this.

“Yeah.”

“All right, then, DJ Altin. Let’s see how good your aim is.”

He flashes Otabek a flirty grin and makes to push away for center ice when, without warning, Otabek leans down, brushes his lips over the swell of Yuri’s cheek, and murmurs, “Bang.

Yuri takes the hit and fucking drops.

the world has somehow shifted

A soft little future fic, but I haven’t sought out any spoilers for the end of s4, so if you’re avoiding those, it’s safe here. Actually, the canon we have seen is a little loose. We don’t need it; it’s fine. 

Title from Tangled, because this was originally inspired by that scene.

The end of the world doesn’t come like she expected.

There is no bang, no whimper–just three long beeps from the Geiger counter hooked up to the air outside their bunker, a mundane signal for the wave of radiation destined to wipe out their humanity.

Even before the doors closed, it already had.

Monty sits in the corner, face drawn and blank as he stares at the wall ahead of him. Jasper’s still outside the confines of their safehouse, and no one’s tried to touch him since the locks closed. Octavia’s pacing and anxious, Bellamy’s back turned to her like it pains him, but the only thing their childhood left stronger in Octavia than her defiance was her determination to survive.

All the lights in the main room glow low. People sit slumped against the walls and each other, some sleeping and some shaking, so many haunted by this place where past and future meet.

There’s not much left to do now but wait.

Clarke wonders if that’s really what it means to survive.


The end of the world is quicker than she expected, too.

After two years, they load a boat and head upriver. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi :) Soo I've been getting back into the tvd fandom recently and I wanted to read some fic. I usually read on ao3, but there's so little tvd fic on there. I saw there's a lot on ffnet, but I'm totally unfamiliar with than, Idk how to find the good stuff. Could you recommend some lengthy complete fics on there (or somewhere else), preferably steroline and/or bamon? Thank you :)

Here is my Bamon fic rec tag, and a list of my favorite, completed fics. Some of these are one shots, or series of oneshots, so not particularly lengthy, but so worth the read!


Here is my Steroline fic rec tag, a post of fic recs that I totally support. Honestly, it’s really hard to find long, completed Steroline fics. Short fics, definitely, and I highly recommend any and all of @smilinstar​’s and @roguefembot​‘s fics, which you’ll find under my steroline fic rec tag.

Enjoy! :) 

Be loud. Be bright. Be assertive. Be a thorn, a gadfly, a pebble. Shame them, embarrass them, make a scene, make a spectacle.

If you are going to be hated no matter what you do, be hated for ALL of who you are. Be hated for taking a stand, not for compromising.

Take pride in Pride. For one month, be fully seen, fully heard. Do not go quietly into that good night, choose the bang over the whimper.

We’re here.

We’re queer.

So *fuck* you.
—  Sigrid Ellis, @sigridellis
they raise you up just to cut you down

philkas au in which lukas and philip are separated by hallways and a school shooter 


Lukas Waldenbeck knows the sound of a gunshot as well as he knows his own name. It’s something he’s always waiting for, even if he doesn’t realize. His body is perpetually perched on the edge of his seat, ready to bolt if necessary.

So, when the shot rings through the hall and into his classroom, Lukas knows what it is immediately. The others don’t quite get it; either they’re not listening, or they’re assuming that it’s something normal.

He lurches out of his chair, leaning into the edge of his desk. His teacher’s eyes snap to his, her brows furrowing. She opens her mouth, presumably to lecture him for interrupting class, but another shot stops her cold. This time, it’s louder, more recognizable.

She doesn’t have to say anything for people to start dropping out of their desks and onto the floor. She pushes back from her chair, and moves for the door quickly, flicking the door shut and shutting the lights out. She moves back to her desk, moving to the side of it. She pulls out a binder and starts flipping through a packet, presumably trying to figure out what to do.

A moment later, the intercom sparks, and an overly calm voice comes over the speaker.

“Attention, students of Red Hook. We are moving into an official lockdown. We are moving into an official lockdown.”

Her voice stops, and for the first time Lukas can remember, the room goes silent. No one is so much as whispering, like whoever’s in the school can hear them through the thick walls.

Lukas, tucked beneath the window, pulls his phone from his pocket. He pulls up Philip’s contact, and starts a message.

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E-2!B.A Imagine #1:

[Y/n], a villain from Earth-1, follows Barry, Cisco, and Harrison to Earth-2. There, she meets Bartholomew


“She’s here,” Harrison warned, backing the two men into the chamber. He loaded and cocked his gun; Cisco’s face immediately turned to one of panic.

Various sounds of objects moving, crashing, and breaking from above the lab were heard.

“Oh god, she’s actually here!” Cisco whispered, trying to get closer to the wall.

Bartholomew, still completely confused, looked fearfully at the two men. “Wh-who’s here? Are we going to die?”

Cisco stared at the door as he spoke, “Seductress; she’s from my Earth-”

As if summoned, there was suddenly a banging outside the chamber.

Bartholomew whimpered; Cisco began praying under his breath; Harrison ordered the two to shut up.

“Boys…,” Said a sing song voice, “why don’t you open up? Hm? Come out and play!”

Cisco closed his eyes, Barry looking back and forth at the door and Harrison’s gun.

There was suddenly complete silence from the other side of the door. Barry breathed a sigh of relief.

Harrison, however, kept his gun raised.

Cisco stared at the door, “Is she go- oH MY GOD!”

The wall shattered, spraying the three men with fragments of glass and other materials.

Harrison fired his gun rapidly, keeping his eye on the woman that now stood before them.

“Hello!”

Barry stared, jaw slacked, at… his wife? “Honey?! What are you doing?”

[Y/n] smirked as she moved her gaze from Harrison and his gun to study Barry’s surprised expression. “Hello, hello, hello… Aren’t you handsome?”

Cisco and Harrison moved in front of Barry protectively, shielding him from the seductress.

“Barry, don’t look her in the eyes!” Harrison ordered, but when he glanced back he could see Barry was already entranced.

“[Y/n],” Barry moaned, his voice becoming slurred. A hand reached out from between Cisco and Harrison to grab her.

“Yes, Barry?” [Y/n] cooed, reaching out to grab his hand.

“No!” Cisco shoved Barry’s hand back roughly and stood now shoulder to shoulder with Harrison. “Get away from us!”

[Y/n] pouted, her face expressing anger as she looked at the two men before quickly flitting to an innocent one, “Barry, do you want me to leave?”

Barry shook his head frantically, green dilated eyes widening in panic, “N-n-no! Don’t leave! Please!”

[Y/n] looked at Cisco with a faux smile, “I can’t leave the poor guy… You know that… He’ll go crazy…”

Cisco and Harrison looked at each other for only a millisecond and then…

[Y/n] hummed as she stepped over the bodies, sliding her sword back into its sheath.

Barry’s gaze came into focus for several seconds. “Are they dead?!” He garbled.

“Of course not, baby. Now, do you want to come with me?” [Y/n] held out a hand.

Barry looked at her in awe, jumping over his friends and completely disregarding them once more as he reached for her hand.

[Y/n] looked back before leaving. She smiled at the passed out men. “Don’t worry… I’ll take good care of him… promise.”


A/n: Thoughts?

anonymous asked:

(If Dark's aura DID posses The Host - The only thing I'd have to say is what you quoted once. "This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.") These are those types of moments when I'm shaking my head and yelling at my PC monitor "Don't give the angst queen ideas!" Because you already break our hearts enough as it is 😂

*Sees possessed Host ask* *steals idea* *locks away idea* *pointed glare at reverse* “you don’t get to play with this toy"  –different anon


Whaaat? *innocent eyelash batting* I would never do something so terrible… XD