Can we just talk about how Max is the only one pounding on the door? Nikki is karate chopping part of the door but mostly the wall and Neil. Fucking Neil. Is kneading the door and wall like a cat and not helping in the slightest.
WARNING: DADDY DRACO FEELS THAT COULD POSSIBLY KILL YOU
p.s. I’m most likely going to write a part 2 before any of you ask. ;)
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December the seventh had been the due date
for your little pink bundle.
Three days had slipped by and every second of
those very long days felt excruciating to endure. You were a little over forty
weeks pregnant and more uncomfortable than ever. Sleep was near to impossible
and the immense amount of fatigue only worsened every other thing you felt. The
baby’s kicks were quite strong and you couldn’t seem to enjoy them as much as
you had near the start of the pregnancy. To top it all off, Draco was more
protective than ever and any little moan or whimper that escaped from you made
him spring into action. Irritability had become your number one symptom and
your main target was Draco.
It was December the eleventh, the start of
the fourth day after your due date. You woke up to minor contractions, but it
didn’t get your hopes up since you had been experiencing them daily. You had
slept a grand total of three hours and lied awake in bed, a hand resting on
your large belly full of at least eight pounds of baby. The red letters on the
clock read 5:45 and it remained dark
outside, the bedroom’s only form of light being from the clock.
Rain hit the glass windows and roof, creating
a soothing melody as you stared up at the ceiling. Draco’s arm lie around your
waist and his large, vein filled hand rested on your belly. His steady breath
washed over the back of your bare neck and the stray hairs from your tousled
bun tickled your skin as he breathed out. You melted back into his warm chest,
your palm going to rest on top of his and your fingers slotted between his
against the material of your long-sleeved shirt. The contractions were
continuing to plague your body and although they were spaced apart and fairly
minor, they were still a bit painful. The only place you felt content was with
A swift and harsh kick to your ribs from the
culprit in your belly caused you to suck in a sharp breath, your eyes screwing
shut in discomfort. The little girl inside you hit the same spot where yours
and Draco’s hands lie and your muscles tensed as he stirred behind you. A soft
hum vibrated his chest and his arm tightened around your waist, his palm
lightly squeezing your stomach in acknowledgment of the unborn child’s kicks.
He pushed himself up on his forearm when you shifted uncomfortably, your ribs
aching and a small contraction pulsated through your lower abdomen.
again, sweetheart?” He asked gently and ran his fingers over your swollen
Sighing at his comforting touch, your head
bobbed up and down on the pillow. “Yeah,” you breathed meekly and smiled weakly
up at the concerned face of your husband. “But I’m fine. They’re still not
strong and irregular.”
Draco moved his hand up to your flushed
cheeks and brushed away a few sweaty strands of hair. Your hot flashes had only
worsened as you progressed in the pregnancy and it was embarrassing to sweat
without having done anything. He didn’t seem to think anything of it, but you
felt like an unattractive beached whale.
His fingers never ceased in stroking your
hair and you smiled tiredly when his lips pressed to your forehead. “Do you
need anything, love?” He murmured against your skin. “I can get you some tea or
make some breakfast.”
“I need you to cuddle me,” You moaned and
shifted onto the side facing him. Your face burrowed into his t-shirt clad
chest and you breathed him in, feeling completely at ease by his side. He made
the discomfort and pain you felt bearable.
Chuckling, Draco brought you in flush to him
and he heard your muffled giggles at your bump getting in the way. He smiled
lovingly at you, his ice colored irises drinking in the tired smile on your
face. Your hair was wildly tousled from tossing and turning all night, your
skin was free of any cosmetic product and the pregnancy glow still radiated
from you as it did in the beginning. He had never imagined himself to be lying
in bed with the love of his life tangled against him and he didn’t quite understand
how you had fallen in love with him, but he was sure as hell glad you had.
You tilted your head further back to meet his
eyes just as you experienced yet another kick from the babe inside you. It was
much softer and less of a karate chop to your ribs than the previous kick.
Draco felt the gentle jab in his side since your belly was pressed to him as
close as physically possible and you smiled when he slid your shirt up,
revealing the large baby bump. You had acquired some stretch marks, but he paid
them no mind and lowered his head to talk to her like you knew he adored doing.
“Hey baby girl,” Draco cooed in the gentlest
tone he could manage. His fingertips danced along your bare bump and you
admired the adoring smile on his face when she kicked at the sound of his
voice. “It’s Daddy. Again.”
“She’s probably tired of hearing your voice,
my love,” You teased and ran your fingers through his blonde locks.
“Shush,” He said and shot you a warning look
that made you giggle. “Don’t listen to Mummy, princess. She’s mean to Daddy
You had smacked his head and tried to stifle
your laughter his messy hair. “Don’t tell our daughter that, Draco!” You
“Anyway,” Draco said and lowered his lips to
your bump again. He brushed them along the stretched skin, a mark brandishing
the once smooth flesh on your stomach, and goose bumps arose on your belly as
he kissed it softly. “You like keeping Mummy and Daddy waiting, don’t you?
We’re ready to meet you, princess.”
The clock ticked over to 6:00 and you shut your eyes for a mere second, taking in the soft
sounds of the rain hitting the glass window. You had barely been submerged into
darkness for a millisecond when you felt a gushing sensation between your legs
as if you had peed on yourself, but you knew full well that it had not been
On December eleventh, the fourth day after
your due date, your water had broken and labor begun.
Panic. Unshakable panic fell upon the house,
capturing Draco in its claws. It seemed as though the split second your water
broke and you pulled your very pregnant self from the bed, the contractions
began to grow ever so slightly stronger. As your nose scrunched up in
discomfort and your digits yanked your shirt over your stomach again, Draco
caught every grimace of pain and he felt his body frozen to the bed. His eyes
were glued onto your face and he watched as your hands came to rest just above
your hips, riding the contraction out until it descended to nothing.
“Your water broke which means you’re in
labor,” Draco said slowly, the words slowly seeping into his brain and when
they did, the panic settled in further. “Bloody hell, you’re in labor!”
You couldn’t help but giggle and take his
hands in yours, pulling him from the king sized mattress. Your fingers traced
over his knuckles soothingly and you tilted your head back, your y/e/c irises
twinkling as they gazed into his icy blue ones. “I suppose baby girl heard you
and decided to surprise you, my love,” You murmured and grinned.
He gaped down at your smaller frame before
pulling you to him, his arms wrapped around you and his hands rested on your
waist. The large baby bump pressed between you two and he kissed your forehead
multiple times, the burning of tears already blurring his vision. “I’m about to
be a Dad,” He mumbled shakily into your neck and you held him tighter as he
shook slightly in your grasp.
A gentle, subtle smile pulled at the corners
of your lips. The pads of your fingers ran along his back and you pulled back
to kiss his forehead. “You’re going to be amazing, Draco,” You hummed softly
and felt like crying yourself at his soft, adoring expression. “Now, I’m kind
of in labor so we should go to the hospital.”
“Right.” Draco heaved a sigh and blew it out
heavily. “You’re in bloody labor. Oh, merlin.”
Seconds trickled by, turning into minutes and
following with hours. You had gotten decked out in the hideous hospital gown
and the IV’s had been stuck into your veins. Nurses came and went, checking
your progress along with an occasional monitor of the baby’s heartbeat or asking
if you needed anything. You had dilated to a four and the contractions had
gotten closer together, much stronger, and more painful. The whimpers leaving
your mouth only worried Draco more and if you weren’t in immense amounts of
pain, you would’ve been slightly amused.
Your eyes screwed shut in discomfort and a
soft whimper fell upon Draco’s ears as he stood at your bedside, stroking his
pale fingers through your hair and along your perspired forehead. He hated
seeing you in pain and there was not a thing in the world he could do to make
it better. He did all he knew to do and that was to make you as comfortable as
Draco bent down to your level and kissed your
head gingerly, his right hand clutching yours. “You’re almost halfway, love,”
He cooed softly and brushed the pesky hairs out of your face. “You’re doing so
good, taking those contractions like a champ.”
Blowing out an intake of air, you pushed a
weak smile up at him. “I think labor is kicking my ass, but thanks Draco.”
He chuckled. “I’m not even the one in labor
and its kicking my ass more than yours.”
You giggled and rose up against the pillows to
peck his lips. You squeezed his hand, grinning, and said, “You’re taking labor
like a champ, babe. I promise.”
“I think I’m supposed to be telling you that.”
A mere two hours prior, you had been at four
centimeters dilated and gotten the epidural. Ten centimeters came in the blink
of an eye and the time to push was upon you before your brain could process it.
The hospital room was in a flurry of nurses and doctors prepping for delivery,
the spotlights had been switched on, and your legs were positioned to deliver
your baby girl. With a pounding heart and your belly flipping with nerves, Draco
grasped your right hand firmly and murmured comforting words into your ear through
the chaotic events unfolding rapidly.
“Alright, Mrs. Malfoy,” The doctor exclaimed
from the end of the hospital bed. “It’s time to push.”
With a fleeting glance into your husband’s
stormy irises and the distant sound of nurses reassuring you, you tucked your
chin to your chest and pushed. A strangled cry elicited from your mouth as one
of the nurses counted up to ten and you pushed through until she reached ten
before sucking in a deep breath, dropping your head to the pillow. Draco
stroked your hair and continuously peppered kisses on the top of your head or on
the slightly dampened skin of your forehead.
“M’so proud of you, my love,” He hummed into
“I love you, but we’re never having another
baby after this,” You huffed, already exhausted from one push.
Draco chortled. “Whatever you say, darling.”
For the second time, you tucked your chin in,
took a deep breath, and pushed as hard as possible because you wanted that baby
out. The pressure and burning
sensation began to intensify and after a mere few moments rest after the second
push, you were going again. After a total of five pushes, the little baby girl
was out and loud crying filled the hospital room. The moment your eyes laid on
the doctor holding your baby, wiping her off a bit, tears spilled over onto
your cheeks and you looked up at Draco. A small cry left your mouth at the
sight of his eyes glistening with tears of his own and he stooped over to kiss
your lips repeatedly, the taste of salty tears into the kiss.
“I love you so much,” He whispered and wiped
the wet streaks on your cheeks.
“I love you too,” You sniffled.
The doctor placed your baby onto your chest,
a blanket draped over the naked newborn and her little cries lessened to
whimpers. You sunk your teeth into your lip, holding back a fresh wave of
tears, and placed one of your hands on her head and the other on her tiny back.
You pressed your lips to the top of her head and traced your fingertips along
her back, soothing her whimpers to nothing.
Draco gazed at his two girls in awe. The tiny
glimpse into you as a mother had already taken his breath away and he could
feel himself falling deeper into the pit of love he held for you. Very
carefully, he brought his hand to the pink cheek of his little girl and drug
his finger along the soft skin as if it were porcelain. Never had he seen a
more beautifully ethereal thing in the entire world than the bundle that lie on
your chest. She had only been in the world for a few minutes and he was already
enthralled. He was so in love with the tiny human he had created with you.
little princess,” He hummed gently and never ceased his finger against her
small cheek. “She’s so beautiful, Y/N.”
“Of course she is.” You giggled. “She’s your
“I think it’s the other way around, my love,”
Draco said adoringly.
Your cheeks flushed and you sighed in
content, the babe on your chest stirring before falling still again. “Freya
Leigh Malfoy, already stealing hearts at a few minutes old.”
Sorry you're having a bad day. For you: Maria gave Tony a Bucky Bear when he was a child and when Howard sneered at it she got up in his grill about his attitude toward their TODDLER having a STUFFED ANIMAL so Howard doesn't say another word about it. Tony still has it. It's well worn and soft. An eye and arm have had to be sewn back onto it from all the love its gotten. Steve finds it and Tony sees him holding it and karate chops him to get Bucky Bear back safely. 1/?
Of course Steve’s like wtf Tony you could have just asked for it back is your hand okay? YES it is because he’s holding Bucky Bear with it. Steve is like “all of my whats” but he lets it go and asks about the bear. It doesn’t look like all the other Bucky Bears from back then. And Tony is so proud, his mother stood in line at a toy store for a SPECIAL EDITION Bucky Bear. Only a hundred of them were made. They’re worth thousands in pristine condition. 2/?
Tony’s bear isn’t pristine but he doesn’t care. It’s special to him because his mom waiting in line to get to him. It’s priceless. “Do you still sleep with it?” Steve asks curiously. Tony scoffs at him and says “Absolutely you dolt. Bucky Bear has always been there for me.” Steve melts because that’s so sweet, and he mentions it to Bucky, and Bucky’s like “??? okay buddy I don’t give a fuck about his bear???” And of course Steve snorts and says “He likes the bear better than you.” 3/?
Bucky is v offended by this and creeps into Tony’s room and THERE. THERE IT IS. THE BUCKY BEAR. And Tony is there sleeping too but THE BEAR. He eases it from Tony’s arms and glares at it jealously but then he realizes he is in Tony’s room? Tony’s sleeping? So he sets the Bucky Bear aside and climbs in bed with Tony. Tony wakes up to Bucky instead of his Bucky bear and he says, “I’ve had dreams like this. Where you turned human to protect me.” And Bucky’s just like FUCK MY HEART. 4/?
And so he wraps around Tony and cuddles him and apologizes for taking so long. Tony sighs and tucks his face into Bucky’s chest. (And then he wakes up fully with a squawk and punches Bucky in the stomach with his flailing because WTF ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED YOU CREEP. It’s too late, Bucky knows Tony wanted to be protected by him as a child, so he rolls on top of him and says “I was the bear and now I’m not” but Tony sputters because HE CAN SEE THE BEAR BUCKY WTF. But he likes cuddles so. 5/5
This is so precious I’m squealing!!! Just imagining Maria going at Howard in a Rage over the Bucky Bear is brightening my day. (Especially when I think about how, even a decade later, Howard will not dare to say a word against the bear in question. His mouth twitches once, suspiciously, during dinner when Tony is fourteen and carries the bear with him out of pure spite, but Maria notices and her eyes narrow dangerously. And Howard isn’t always a wise man, but he’s not suicidal, so he gripes about his latest business deal instead.)
It’s this intriguing combination adorable and funny and slightly creepy (you don’t just climb into other people’s beds while they’re sleeping, Bucky, what even?!) and I love it. I can just imagine Bucky’s indignant face when Steve Dares To Insinuate that Tony prefers some toy to him lol. Thank you so much for cheering me up!!!
Of course now I can’t stop thinking about a tiny Tony clinging to his precious Bucky Bear, the one toy Howard would never dare to take from him, crying silently into it’s fur, begging it to please protect him and tell his father that he isn’t stupid and–
Yeah okay, I stop before I ruin it with angst haha. Lets focus instead on how, after all the well-deserved Tony-cuddling that morning ends, Bucky drags Tony down to the gym because that punch will not do if someone other than Bucky tries to sneak into his bedroom, not at all. Tony is less than impressed.
In the background, Clint loudly complains because “Bucky pulls an Edward Cullen and then actually gets into Tony’s bed and cuddles him while he’s asleep and it’s freaky cute but when I listen in on your margarita nights from the vents it’s creepy, what the hell???”
Natasha doesn’t look up from where she’s sorting her smarties by their colours. “Nobody disturbs margarita nights, Clint.”
(Clint is slightly appeased when only one Bucky Bear is allowed to join the next margarita night, and it’s not the fleshy one)
Wade: I guess I’m back to destroying my enemy! Peter: And you know the best way to destroy an enemy? Wade: [karate chops] Peter: No, I mean to make sure they stop. Wade: [performs a knee to the chest motion] Peter: No, I mean to get rid of him forever. Wade: [waves arms downwards] Peter: Wha- what was that? Wade: A tactical satellite attack.
RFA + Minor Trio react to MC being kidnapped? And how would they go about saying them?
✿ im sorry if you wanted a serious answer to this because this got goofy.
Everyone expects him to cry, but no - no, this little chick of a man has hatched into a full-fletched chicken, and if the Legend of Zelda has taught anyone anything, it’s that our favorite egg-producing feathered friends ought to be respected and feared.
He gets cold. Quiet. And though he doesn’t look much like an action hero, he has learned how to be an unstoppable, unrelenting force of destruction via his mother. When you’re taken, Yoosung will not be denied in his quest to get you back.
Yoosung hires a private investigator and pours over documents, photos, and red-string connected diagrams in the interests of finding out who took you, where you’re being held, and how to get you back.
When storming the warehouse where you’re being kept, he doesn’t go in through the front door, but uses his LOLOL raid-planning skills to engineer a rescue operation. His co-conspirators are said private investigator and his gaming buddies, who Aren’t Going To Leave a Bro Hanging, Dangit.
For once, Yoosung gets to be the shining paladin of his dreams as he rushes in to rescue you with a bunch of other nerds.
Zen gets sulky, angsty, and in typical Zen fashion, he lone wolfs it.
He really looks the part of a brooding boyfriend set on getting the love of his life back. He puts on his leather jacket! He gets on his motorcycle! And he starts pursuing your captors with a dogged vengeance.
He uses his army of fans to track down details about where you are, because even though his armada of pining, lovestruck teenagers doesn’t entirely appreciate your existence, the thought of Zen being a loyal badass who goes to the ends of the earth for his loved one is so D~R~E~A~M~Y that they help out. With thousands of eyes combing the entirety of Korea, he gets some leads about your location within short order.
Once he knows where you are, he gets on his motorcycle and CRASHES THAT PARTY.
CRASHES THROUGH THE WINDOW.
then throws a chair at someone because Zen’s planning abilities are poor, but his heart is in the right place, ok?
jaehee karate chops a motherfucker.
Like - there’s no stopping her. There’s no halting her for a fraction of a second. Once she hears the news, she stands up, adjusts her glasses, walks out of work… and goes on the warpath.
like, Turn Down for What is blaring in the background as she walks into the camera, explosions firing behind her while she’s dressed in her pencil skirt and fashionable suitjacket.
she buries one of her heels into a man’s stomach.
IT’S PRETTY SCARY.
She rescues you and carries you off into the sunset, while on a yacht, without having sustained a scratch. Everything is sparkling. There’s a dolphin jumping superimposed over a rainbow.
Because I love Christmas and Camp Camp and I can dream, dammit
^If you say Harrison won’t wear this you are wrong
Nerris still wears Elf ears but also replaces her hat with this
Preston puts on a weird-ass spin on the Nativity Play. You can decide if it’s really good or really bad
Ered is Mary, the Platypus is baby Jesus, and Nurf is a surfer-dude Joseph.
Ered, badly reciting her lines: Oh no the inn is full! Nurf, reciting them worse: There’s no room for you to give birth to our radical child, bro!Nikki, from the audience: kaRATE CHOP THE BOSS AND USE HIS OFFICE!
Dolph paints David and Gwen’s uniforms to look like Christmas trees
Space Kid puts ‘SANTA STOP HERE!’ signs all over the camp
The Quartermaster cuts down a tree and they all decorate it together
Even Max is having a good time. His family never has done anything like this and so far, he likes it.
QM is the make-shift Santa. He’s weirdly good at it.
He puts the gifts outside of the tents
Everyone heard him but it was so nice of him they don’t care.
Nikki opens her gift with her teeth
Not all the campers celebrate Christmas, so David insists on spending a few hours with those campers and doing what that camper wants to do instead
At night there’s a huge bonfire and a feast.
Don’t ask what the food is just eat it
They invite the Flower Scouts and the Wood Scouts
Harrison stop inching closer to Preston, Nerris is starting to notice.
Everything was going fine until Snake thought it would be a good idea to climb to the top of the Christmas tree
Oh god now they’re all doing it. Why is Sasha so good at climbing trees. What the fuck.
Max, sitting on a branch: hOW BIG IS THIS THING ANYWAY
David, from the bottom:GET DOWN FROM THERE OR SO HELP ME-
They eventually get down but now all the time they spent decorating it has gone to waste. The tree is ruined. Great job.
They head back to the tents and they all pretend to not see Harrison and Preston under the mistletoe go to sleep
Stiles finds an old camera in the Hale house, he decides he’s going to find a way to give a little bit of Derek’s family back to him.
“He has nothing left from his family, Peter doesn’t count. No pictures, everything that belonged to them burned, I-I wouldn’t know how to deal if I could never see mom’s face again, we have pictures and family videos and he just doesn’t, I want to try to give something back to him,” Stiles looks up at his dad, embarrassed by his confession.
Alternate title: Derek Hale Deserves to Be Loved. Almost 1500 words of self indulgent Derek being cared for by Stiles after fight. Derek Hale deserves to be told that he is loved and he deserves good things. Stiles endeavors to prove that Derek is worthy of his pack and worthy of love.
“Well, you should get going then-” “You could come around some time-” A pause. “Wait, what?” A blush bloomed across Derek’s cheeks, barely visible over the top of his beard. He shrugged again. “If you wanted to. You could stop by while I’m fixing it up. Help me with some things. If you wanted to.” “You already said that,” Stiles, the idiot, mumbled in disbelief. Derek’s blush grew a shade darker.
After Erica’s death at the hands of the alphas, Stiles wants to be there for Derek, but Derek just wants to be alone. In the process of waiting him out, Stiles comes up with a plan to stay a step ahead of the alpha pack, and ends up spending lots of quality time with Cora and Peter.
In the midst of a werewolf war against the alphas, the Sheriff learns that in a pack, loyalty is earned. And his son works hard enough to earn trust for both him and Derek, and all of their friends. Especially when the pack won’t even admit to liking each other most of the time. The kids are all a work in progress, and the Sheriff is lucky to be there for them. Werewolves and all.
After practically being raised watching Buffy, The X-Files, and Ghostbusters, Stiles liked to think his reaction to seeing a shimmery shadow resembling a seventeen year old boy floating ten inches above ground and glaring fiercely at him wouldn’t be to let out a high pitch scream, try to karate chop him, and then, when that obviously didn’t work, throw a basketball at him.
A basketball that just went right through the boy’s stomach.
“My name,” the kid tells Derek, sounding amused. “It’s Stiles. I figure if I’m going to wrestle a complete stranger for a pumpkin the least I can do is offer my name afterwards.”
“Stiles,” Derek tries, testing the way the name sits on his tongue. “I’m Derek.”
“Derek,” Stiles breathes, like he’s testing the weight of the name too. He grins, bright and blinding, which Derek guesses means that he likes the sound of it. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but since we almost got to second base a minute ago, I’d say we’re past that point.”
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.
“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.”
The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it.
“And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?”
The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet.
“I can’t work with this.”
WARNINGS: underage (nothing sexual happens until stiles is 18 but theres flirting and stuff between stiles and derek while he’s 17) teacher-student relationship
Stiles agrees to become the owner of a werewolf with some very special needs. Derek has been abused for so long he’s nearly feral. Stiles has to find a way to gain his trust before Derek’s heat, or he could be put down.
WARNINGS: !!heed the tags!! dub-con, werewolves are pretty much slaves, kate argent warning. abusive kate.
Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.
Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn’t even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record.
The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great.
Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin’ Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again.
Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.
One. Two. Seven. How many times should a killer strike before getting called ‘serial’?
Or the one where Stiles works as a member of a Behavioral Analysis Unit, gets insulted quite a lot, learns that love doesn’t always take the shortest path and cultivates an illicit relationship with a coffee mug. Not necessarily in that order. Also, Boyd has a thing for explosives and Lydia is the most BAMF coroner ever. Derek doesn’t get his spring rolls because he doesn’t deserve them. Neither does Stiles, but that’s another whole story.
His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,
“It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”
And Stiles broke.
WARNINGS: angst, PTSD, violence, gore, implied/referenced non-con, death of an unborn baby, panic attacks
Ten years ago, there was a major war between the supernatural world and the mundane. Now Beacon Hills is cut off and the Argents are in control, and the supernatural creatures are slowly being hunted down. But when Stiles, who was adopted by the Argents after the death of his parents, makes friends with the Hale Pack, things start to change…
Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it’s getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there’s only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.
All Derek wants is Stiles’s time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It’s the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he’s ever had, and he’s more than happy to sign up.
Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it’s just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.
Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.
Well, except for the fact that he’s a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica’s epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there’s this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.
Oh, and the murders, of course.
But other than that stuff… totally the same old BH.
Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he’s attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.