Teen Wolf Sense8!AU: One death, one moment out of time that irrevocably links eight minds in disparate parts of the world. Follow the story of eight strangers across the world who are thrust into each other’s lives, each other’s secrets, and in terrible danger. As they attempt to discover the meaning of their unique connection, a shadowy organization controlled by an elusive figure known as Whispers aims to hunt them down. Their gift might have made them a target for extermination, but it’s the one thing keeping them alive.
Notes: Honestly, I’m kinda mixed about this entire thing? I don’t think it’s as good as some of the other stuff I’ve written. The idea was so good for this too! I got the idea from an episode of Attack of Titan while I was in my slump. So, please, any feedback ya’ll have would be appreciated.
“What’s wrong with Scott.” You asked as you cornered Stiles, who was about to rush after the Alpha, who was storming through the school as if
someone had angered him beyond reason.
“Urm, it’s complicated.” He muttered and Lydia glanced over
“You can tell us Stiles, we might be able to help, he isn’t acting
like himself.” She pointed out and Stiles nodded, taking a deep breath as he
gave Scott one last glance.
“I think he might be in… heat?” Stiles muttered and your
mouth dropped open until Lydia put her finger under your chin to close it.
“So, that’s why he threw Liam away from Malia this morning?” She asked and Stiles nodded. “And also, why he’s been avoiding (Y/N) … makes sense
he’d be most drawn to the member of the pack who needs the most protection.”
“Hey!” You huffed and they both gave you a matching look.
“You are the weakest, you’re human.” Stiles pointed out.
“You’re also close with Scott but you’re close with other
male werewolves, Liam, Brett, Derek and Isaac.” Lydia pointed out and Stiles
took another turn.
“So basically, he’s probably finding it really difficult to
be around you because he’s um… like I said possibly in heat.” Stiles muttered.
“That’s stupid, he’s a guy why would he be in heat.” You
“Reproducing would expand the pack faster, allows the Alpha
to mark a mate without actually turning said mate into a werewolf and it’d give
the alpha a chance to have some time with the betas and… strengthen their pack
bond?” Lydia offered and you made a grossed-out noise.
“Rhetorical question Lydia, anyway I’ll just ask Scott what’s
wrong and prove you both wrong.” You hummed.
“I don’t think you should.” Stiles muttered but you’d
already ducked out of the corridor to where Scott had vanished.
“Scott?” You called and followed the low continues growl to
a bathroom tucked away at the end of the corridor. “Scott, why’re you naked!”
You squeaked and grabbed at his jeans, hoping if you handed them to him he’d
get dressed as you tried not to look.
“I was too hot.” He mumbled roughly and moaned when you put
a hand on his forehead.
“Maybe I should ask if I can give you a lift to the hospital…
you can’t exactly ride your bike.” You mumbled, your eyes widening as he slowly
slid your hand down his neck and across his stomach, letting you pull away before he
could go any lower.
“Bro.” He whispered, hands gripping his knees and fingers tapping. “Bro you uh, you left your porn up on your laptop that I borrowed for my presentation.” Scott felt his face heat up. He knew what porn Stiles was talking about, how could he be so stupid not to check it before giving it to Stiles.
In another time, in another place, but not exactly as the story still occurs in the much beloved town of Beacon Hills, Stiles Stilinski is a quirky (kind way of saying a walking disaster) teenager just trying to figure out his life in the wake of his parents uncommunicated separation, and being the perpetual third-wheel to his power couple friends Lydia and Jackson that makes him question if their friends because they happened to have playdates in the e-old age or because their parents gave them no choice but to be friends.
And yeah, maybe having sex with a complete stranger in the supply closet at school wasn’t his brightest idea - sue him, but how was he supposed to know that his one time fling that he wanks since forth was his English teacher?
Throw in teenage werewolves, alphas, hunters and some kind of demon tree that may or may not be trying to seduce him into being evil and what you got is a whirlwind romance that’s not quite legal but profound all the same.
Stiles admits to himself finally that it is cold, quiet and lonely. It didn’t change when he met Peter, but at least he could forget about it. Somehow the thing with Peter ends up hurting him even more.
Being publicly in the closet means Stiles can’t go to the Academy Awards with who he really wants, but it’s not like he’s going to win so he doesn’t have to worry about slipping up and thanking Derek in his speech… right?
Stiles, Isaac, and Scott go out drinking for St. Patrick’s Day and Stiles discovers that his hopeless crush on Isaac may not be as hopeless as he thought.
Stiles-centric/Stiles POV, dialogue-heavy college AU story with no powers. Primarily humor with some fluff and Stisaac romance. Alternate character histories. Isaac is Scott’s adopted brother. **** Stiles held his arms out and turned around in a circle. “I look okay right?”
Scott’s face lit with understanding. “Ah, someone wants to get lucky on St. Paddy’s Day.”
Stiles didn’t deny it, just changed the subject – well, technically he didn’t change the subject, but Scott would think it was a change of subject. “So when’s Isaac getting here?”
Peter and Chris have been married since they were in their twenties. Stiles is introduced to the mix after Peter meets him in the showers at the on-campus gym. All of them love the relationship they’re in. Unfortunately none of them know how to explain said relationship to Stiles’ dad.
This is the first of a series I’ll be working on as I work on my other story, “Gods and Monsters.” This one will be heavily focused on sex. If I missed any tags, please let me know. As always, comments welcome and encouraged!
His laugh though was short-lived as his hand tickled the same time as water shot out of the tip of his fake wand?
“Whatever you did, wherever you found it, put it back!” Derek ordered flashing his alpha crimson eyes.
“Do you really think it is a good idea to leave it here unattended? What if a kid takes it? What if someone said ‘Avada Kedavra’” Stiles defended as he flayed his arms around.
That proved to be another bad choice. His hand buzzed again and lightning escaped the wand and stuck an innocent tree. Which immediately cracked and started decaying to the point that it looked sick and… well… dead.
There were a few bits of silence after that until Derek spoke up. “That’s it! Put it back now.”
Or the one where Stiles finds a wand that responds to Harry Potter spells, is apparently a mage and gets a boyfriend out of it.
“Not looking for casual hookups. Sorry, bro. Most codependent independent person you will ever meet. Part-time actor, full-time asshole who coincidentally preaches positivity. Worst bowler in the world after my best friend. Looking for a guy whose first thought isn’t ‘Can I put my dick in one of his orifices?’ Also super hella bi and might be down for a threesome.”
If you had asked Allison Argent if she was straight two months ago, she would have said yes. Now, she isn’t so sure.
On her eighteen birthday, she receives the name of her soul mate via a mark on her wrist: seventeen year old Lydia Martin. Her sense of identity suddenly gone, Allison must deal with her feelings for her best friend, her preacher father’s homophobia, and learning to love herself for who she truly is–preferably before Lydia’s eighteenth birthday in just one year’s time.
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.
Theo returns to Beacon Hills with the task of guiding and protecting Stiles as he becomes one of the most powerful chimeras alive…Well that was the Dread Doctor’s plan. Theo has a different idea, and Stiles fits nicely into it, not merely as a fellow chimera, but as something more. Of course, Stiles not being aware of his abilities is but one small obstacle…
Season 6 does not exist in this because I want my babies to be happy.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! (Just bear with me)
I hope you enjoy!
Scott couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he knew that he was completely in love with you. Maybe it was when you always thought he was cool even back then prior to the bite. Maybe it was when the Alpha Pack threatened your life. Maybe it was when he bit you to keep you from dying in his arms, the same way his first love did. Maybe it was when you noticed your eyes glowed a nearly scarlet color and Deaton explained to Scott that it was because you were bitten by your mate. Even though the moment he realized his love for you was unclear, Scott knew that he loves you now.
But even through these indications and even with your heightened senses, you were completely and utterly blind. Even when Malia would point out Scott’s rising heartbeat or when your eyes mysteriously were scarlet, you still could not figure out that Scott McCall was in love with you.
“You should tell her.” Stiles encouraged his best friend. Lydia and Malia nodded in agreement. “I mean, (Y/N)’s got a big brain but she can’t put together this puzzle.”
“Not only because she’s oblivious but because so many guys are planning to ask her to out.” Lydia added. “She’s single but supernaturally, she isn’t.”
“I’m not marking her.” Scott, the forever gentlemen, scoffed. The bell rang and Stiles pulled his friend along with him.
“Your time’s ticking away, Scott.” Stiles shook his friend, trying to shake some courage into him.
You were already in your biology class. With the big letters of POP QUIZ written on the board, you decided to do extra studying. Your nose was pressed so far into the book, you didn’t see Scott and Stiles enter. You also didn’t see Stiles scrambling to a seat behind you and Scott basically rush into the empty seat next to you before some lacrosse player occupied it. But you did hear the slight warning growl coming from your alpha.
You pried your eyes away from your book and raised an eyebrow, questioningly, at Scott. But before you could verbally tease him about it, your teacher started passing out the quiz.
As you began your test, you realized Stiles had been coughing and clearing his throat excessively which obviously distracted you for he did it rather loudly. You and Scott glanced at each other for a split second but you quickly looked away, feeling heat rushing to your face. Scott, on the other hand, turned slightly to his friend and glared while Stiles returned two thumbs up.
Scott took a deep breath and tapped your arm. You gave him a confused look but he just looked over at your paper. “Scott, stop trying to cheat.” You whispered.
“I’m not…” Scott replied but was shushed by the teacher. After a few moments, he whispered again. “I saw a mistake on your paper.”
Your eyes widened as you scanned your paper. “Where? I don’t see-”
Scott smirked, even though you couldn’t see him. He looked up and made sure the teacher’s back was turned a different direction. He reached over and pointed at your name.
“Uh… what?” You inquired, looked at your alpha.
“That Should Say McCall.” Scott and you kept your eyes on each other before the teacher separated the two of you.
After class, the two of you met outside the classroom. “I was not aware that my name is now (Y/N) McCall.” You sassed. Scott wrapped his arms around you.
“Oh good you told her!” Lydia smiled.
“Finally, we can stop pretending that we don’t know they’re mates.” Malia grinned. You perked up at that.
“Wait what?” You asked, looking at Scott for an explanation.
“It’s a long story but before i explain that, I just have to-” He then pulled you in for a long awaited kiss.
“Looks like he’s going to mark her.” Stiles muttered to the two ladies.
Stiles:There’s a party tonight at Lydia’s, you want to come with me?
You stared at the text from your best friend, sighing in defeat as you quickly typed a reply, “No.” You knew what would happen if you went to the party with him, he’d spend the first ten minutes joking and laughing with you, then he’d see Malia at the other side of the room, shuffle nervously on his feet as he glanced from you to her and that’d make you roll yours eyes and tell him to ‘go on over to her’. He’d smile, pat you on the back and wander off for the rest of the night; leaving you by yourself.
That’s what it is like now a days, you left alone whilst he ran around with the werecoyote that rudely interrupted your five year plan. You made a plan when you were thirteen, a plan that would make Stiles Stilinski, your best friend, fall in love with you and it was working; god, it was working great until she entered his life. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe you were only meant to be best friends forever.