or should i tag this with the names of the wolves

moonlight [part one]

Summary: James wants to know what she is. || werewolf!bucky x supernatural!reader

Warnings: language (i think) and maybe a little bit of angst, but nothing too major (for now)

Note: I have no clue where this idea came from, to be honest. I think I might make this into a series if you all want me to.


Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

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Pretence - 4

(Moments) | (Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 3)

summary: “For Nat’s sake, Y/N, will you pretend to be my girlfriend?”
words: 1038 

Bucky had heard once that if it’s meant to be, it’s going to happen. His mama lived by those words. Maybe that’s why she fought every battle with bright eyes and a smile. It’s why there was never anything she couldn’t do.

There were several times in his life when he questioned the validity of those words. When Sarah Rogers died, he wondered if it meant that he was always going to be responsible for Steve. When Steve liberated the 107th, he wondered if maybe it had always been the other way around. The words lost meaning to him when fell of that train.

When he looks at Y/N, though, with her naked body curled up against him, eyes closed and soft snores escaping her nose, he can’t help but remember them.

He wonders if she remembers anything from last night. He knows he does. He remembers every last word he said, the exact number of times she whispered his name, the expressions on her face of bliss and hurt and anger and desperation. He remembers his own matching desperation, how the only thing on his mind had been bright red hair and sea green eyes and how somehow, somewhere along the way, suddenly all he could think about was Y/N. He remembers how he did what he did to deal with his own misery, like the selfish bastard he is, but how at some point it became something else, something more.

And even now, in his fully conscious and sober state of mind, when the feeling of her skin touching his is supposed to be wrong, it isn’t. He can’t move; He doesn’t want to move, and that scares him.  If it’s meant to be, it’s going to happen.

She stirs beside him, and his breath catches in his throat because he wouldn’t be caught dead staring at her at his most vulnerable, especially when he knows exactly how she’ll react waking up beside him: with a red face, mumbling “this was a mistake” and rushing out of the room as if he’s hurt her.

(And he has, he realizes.)

When she only flips over and falls back asleep, Bucky lets out a breath of air and his lungs can function properly again. He decides maybe it’s best if he goes to take a shower. He’s not sure he could handle himself being beside her when she does wake up, anyway.

They’re at a club, and it’s when Bucky’s sitting between Steve, Sam, Wanda, Sharon, and Y/N, loud music pounding in his veins, that he realizes that if anything, Y/N deserves an Oscar. She’s avoided him expertly for days, and he hasn’t done much on his own part to seek her out either. It’s little things that he’s slowly registered: that she needs space, that he’s probably going to make a bad situation even worse, that this whole dynamic is toxic. For him too, but especially for her.

But this woman, oh god. She’s sitting with the others right now, laughing and talking as if nothing’s wrong at all, and the only reason Bucky can tell that something is off is because he’s concealed his own emotions for years. It’s like someone’s flipped a switch, and Bucky’s not sure why or how, but he’s become aware of how selfish he’s been, to ask someone to leave their whole life behind just so he can deal with his own crushing self worth.

She excuses herself from the group, saying something about getting a drink and winking at Wanda, who laughs in return. He notices her empty glass, and how everyone else has barely had any to drink, and he feels his eyebrows furrow in concern.

He watches her as she sits at the bar, watches how she down a drink quicker than he’s ever downed one, watches how she orders another, then another. And he knows what she’s doing, because drinking to forget? He’s tried that so, so many times.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You’re obsessed with her.” It’s Sharon Carter who finally gets him to look away and tune back into the conversation, and he realizes that everyone’s grinning at him. So he flashes his signature smile, laughs along with the others, when really, it feels like he’s only just noticed her.

Slowly, everyone disperses to their own activity. Wanda goes to the dance floor, Steve and Sharon head out to grab something to eat, saying they’ll be back, and Sam disappears to who knows where?

Bucky stands his ground for a while, until even the bartender is giving Y/N looks of concern. Then he gets up and walks over to the bar, standing beside Y/N. She doesn’t say anything when he gently takes her glass out of her hand and sets it to the side, only looks up at him with hollow, emotionless eyes that make his own throat tighten.

“That’s enough,” he says, but he can barely get the word out of his mouth. He sends Steve a quick text, then slips his arm around Y/N’s back to help her off the bar stool and onto her feet. “Let’s get you home.”

She’s quite as he guides her outside and hails a cab for the two of them. She just stares straight ahead, emotionless, not acknowledging anything. It isn’t until they’re on their way back to the compound that she speaks.

“Bucky?” She says his name so softly he has to strain to hear her. “Why– why me?”

And all Bucky can say to that is “I’m sorry.” He wants to say he’s sorry that she’s hurting, that it’s not at all her fault, that he owes her the biggest apology in the world, but the only words that he can manage to say through his constricting throat are “I’m sorry.” Over, and over, and over.

She doesn’t cry or yell at him like she should. She just goes back to staring outside quietly, leaning her head against the window. Eventually, he sees her close her eyes, and he thinks that maybe she’s asleep, but then she opens her mouth to speak again and the words she whispers make Bucky’s heart clench and his breathing stop.

“I just want the pain to end.”


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Help (i need someone)

This was supposed to be a few paragraphs of “i had a thought” so of course it ended up over 1k. Oops?

I might write this eventually, i sort of wrote this already, but it’s not!fic style, I’ll be expanding it in the next few days, but if you get inspired, feel free to run with it, just tag me please!

So, you know how animals will occasionally seek help from humans? Like, a momma cat whose kittens are stuck in a drain pipe, or a raccoon who gets its paw trapped in a pop can, etc?

Think feral Derek who gets injured (either just after the fire he goes full shift feral or after finding Laura, or a random thing whatever, just he’s a wolf and has been for sometime now) and he gets injured. Caught in a trap or maybe he finds an injured thing, or maybe he’s stuck in a plastic ring thing that someone left behind from a picnic and he’s kind of forgotten how to be human, so he needs a hand, and so he howls for help.

Stiles has been hearing a wolf howling for weeks now, but when he mentions it is just met with “There are no wolves in California” but, you know our curious boy is not going to give up. So he’s been walking through the preserve investigating. He’s pretty sure he’s narrowed down where the wolf is living now, so when he hears a particularly urgent sounding howl, he’s in his Jeep and on the road before the sound is even finished echoing.

When he gets close to where he wants to turn into the preserve he sees a huge, black wolf, limping (or trying to get his attention, depending on whether Derek is injured, stuck, or being a good boy, er, Samaritan…).

So Stiles stops the car abruptly and, unthinking, leaps out of the car and runs toward the animal, practically skidding to a stop as he drops down in front of it, asking “What’s wrong, big guy, huh?” And Derek. Derek is momentarily stunned because this human just all but launched himself at him and that’s… not normal? Also, he smells really good (and familiar, definitely the human that’s been walking through the woods on the edges of his territory) and his hands that are absently petting Derek’s fur and checking for injuries feel really nice, and it’s all kind of jumbled in his head because he’s been running mostly on instinct for a while, and what he really wants to do is push his nose into the human’s neck and scent him and then push him over onto the ground and curl up around him.

But. He had a reason for venturing out of the relative safety of the woods. He needed help.

So he manages to communicate to the boy whatever it is that he needs, and Stiles obliges (i don’t know what’s cuter, some ridiculous litter caught around him or him leading Stiles to some trapped kittens) and then Stiles convinces the big wolf to get in his car (not that it takes much, Derek really wants to go with him) and takes him home, gets him clean and dry, figures out how to explain it to his dad…

Stiles finds the wolf curled up around his pillow (you can’t blame Derek, it smelled so good, okay) and after unsuccessfully trying to convince him to move to the end of the bed, gives up and lies down next to him with a grumbled “listen dude, i know you understand me, you did everything else i asked you to do, even let me give you a bath, which even dogs don’t do calmly. You’re not a normal wolf, buddy” to which Derek replies with a huff and a nuzzle at Stiles’ hand demanding to be pet as he apologizes. As Stiles scratches Derek’s head lightly, the truth of what he said hits him: this is not a normal wolf.

As he falls asleep, he’s already thinking about what to research in the morning.

He convinces his dad he’s fostering the wolf-dog for Dr Deaton, Scott’s boss at the vet clinic, and John quickly grows to enjoy the giant “dog” he even encourages him to sit with him while he reads over case files and half watches the game. As the days pass and he spends more time with the incredibly obedient wolf, who responds and reacts more like a human than an animal, and he does more and more digging into lore and local history, he starts to think he’s got it figured out.

They’ve been arguing about names, because Stiles needs something to call him. So far, the wolf has grouched about all nicknames (dude gets an especially emphatic unhappy sound) and done a decent canine version of an eye roll at a series of popular dog names. After a couple weeks, Stiles sits down in front of the wolf and pets him, holds his face with both hands and scritches behind his ears.

“Hey pal. I think I’ve figured out what to call you, but i need you to promise you won’t get mad like when i suggested Balto,okay? And i need you to promise you won’t like, run away or rip my throat out with those impressively big teeth of yours, yeah?”

Derek tilts his head in the best unimpressed agreement he can muster as a wolf (and he’s been having a hard time staying as a wolf lately, he wants to know what Stiles’ hands he’ll like on his skin and talk to John about baseball. He’s starting to remember what being human feels like. He’s even woken up half shifted a few times, human arms wrapped around Stiles and the beat of his heart under his fingertips, a growing ache in his chest).

“I think,” Stiles sighs and bumps his forehead against Derek’s. “I think i should be calling you Derek.” Stiles holds his breath and Derek freezes then tries to pull away, shaking his head as he feels the wolf falling away. “Derek, please, please stay calm, it’s okay. I know what happened, i get it. Please. ”

And Stiles’ hands are splayed and there’s no stutter in his heart beat, and his voice is quiet and pleading, so Derek stops fighting, stops holding onto the wolf, lets the shift fall away until it’s just him, kneeling uncertainly on Stiles’ bedroom floor. He takes a deep breath before he can meet Stiles’ eyes, when he does they both gasp a little, each struck by the beauty of the other, and Stiles in awe at the transformation he’s witnessed: the confirmation of the supernatural overwhelming, but not as overwhelming as the man crouched in front of him.

As a wolf, Derek had become a best friend of sorts; a faithful companion and confidant, even as Stiles began to suspect his true nature, he still felt safe telling him all his secrets.

After a long moment staring at each other, a grin spreads across Stiles’ face. “Hi.”

Derek swallows hard and manages a rough sounding “Hi” his vocal chords no longer accustomed to the shape of words.

Eventually, after looking at each other with soft smiles, Stiles momentarily holding in a million questions, Derek growing used to the way his body and his mind feel when he’s human, they get up. Stiles moves close and reaches a hand up to feel Derek’s face, repeating a soft “Hi” around an even softer grin, Derek leans into the touch and it’s easy to drift together to the bed. Stiles gets Derek some pyjama pants and tries not to look as he changes before sitting beside him, their hands lacing together easily as they talk for hours, falling asleep briefly until the sound of John’s car wakes them.

Stiles tells his dad the dog had to go back to Deaton and they both mourn his loss, John starts talking about getting a new dog. After a couple days of hiding Derek, Stiles introduces him to the Sheriff as a human. They get along even better than before, much to everyone’s relief. (They probably spin a story about Derek’s apartment flooding or something a few days later to get John to offer the spare room, because hiding a full grown man is hard, and Derek isn’t ready to be a person around other people yet. When Stiles has visitors he hides)

It takes time, but Derek grows comfortable in his skin again, and after they’ve known each other many months as people, they go from being Derek and Stiles to DerekandStiles and it’s as easy as it ever was for them to curl around each other, whisper secrets and fall asleep to rhythm of one another’s heartbeat.

Malec Fanfic Rec! 2.0

Here I am again with a list too long for those who are Malec Trash.

Since this fandom loves drama (the unnecesary one) this list contains lots of that, with tears, angst, happy endings and everything in between in these Malec writing goodies, that hopefully can appeased those who wants drama and those who really are looking for good fanfiction to bear this hiatus.

And all the love to these amazing writers that can bring everything above and more with just a few words and make you sit still until the end of the chapter and make you want more

My stalking skills are a little rusty and there’s a few authors that I could’t find their blog. So, for whoever read this and knows the author and tag them, that would be very much appreciated.

A Kind of Magic by thegaminebruise

“I’m a warlock.”

“Are we roleplaying? Because you know I’m down, but I would really like some time to prepare and, like, flesh out my character, maybe write down some major story points. I don’t know if –”

Or, Magnus tells Alec about his magic.

A Lesson in Love by CobaltCorvus

Alec should have known he was doomed from the moment he decided to ask Magnus Bane for help.

A Tail to Tell by CobaltCorvus

Magnus dresses like a work of art, there’s always something new to see every time you look, and Alec is a tad disappointed he didn’t notice this little detail before.

Animal by lbrt_audrey

Based on the song Animals, by Maroon 5.

Magnus description of Alec, his touch, his body … everything that made him feel.

As long as there’s the two of us, we’ve got the world and all it’s charms. By Taliehere

And when the world is through with us,
we’ve got each other’s arms

At first Alec doesn’t notice, but Clary does.

Better for You by @zrdu

Magnus’ and Alec’s relationship comes to a sudden halt when Maryse interferes. They both try to cope without each other.

Blame The Tequila by @scarlett-ice

Alec took a sip of his coffee as he tapped on the message inbox and nearly spat it back out again at the sight that greeted him. He had to be dreaming, hallucinating, because that…that wasn’t Mark’s name at the top. Alec blinked a few times, even put down his coffee to pinch himself, but nothing changed. It still wasn’t Mark’s name.

It was Magnus’.

He’d sent the message to Magnus Bane. He’d sent a flirty shirtless picture to his boss.

Caffeinated Wolves by @softmagnusbane

“They’re really good” finally turning to face the barista Magnus feels his mouth go dry. The man behind the counter is gorgeous: pink lips, cheekbones slightly flushed, mesmerizing hazel eyes, surely a model on the side…maybe he could model Magnus’ clothes, or, model his suddenly inspired underwear collection. He’ll have to get right on that.

Coffee Shop Dalliance by @imawriteriwrite

Everyone who worked at and frequented J&L Coffee knew two things for sure. The first was that Simon under no circumstances should be allowed anywhere near the expensive coffee machines unless they wanted to destroy the coffee shop. The second was that the beautiful glittery man that sat in the front corner of the shop every day sketching and the dark-haired boy who sat in the back corner reading (and happened to be Isabelle the barista’s brother) were made for each other.

Also known as: the one where Magnus and Alec have been pining over each other across a crowded coffee shop for eight months and Isabelle is tired of it.

Devotion by @jezthemadficster

Magnus Bane is one of the most well respected and loved professors at Edom Hall University, but although he adores his students and fellow faculty, he likes to keep his private life …private. The mystery surrounding his life intrigues everyone at the University but the intrigue picks up to another level with the arrival of flowers one day.

Differences by @theonetruenorth

Five times that Alec is taller/bigger than Magnus and one time he isn’t.

Five People That Heard Magnus’ Ringtone for Alec and One Time Alec Heard It Himself (and Shared His Own) by darkangel86

The fact that it took as long as it did for Jace to hear Magnus’ ringtone for Alec was surprising. After all, the blonde Shadowhunter had been living in the loft for well over a month before it finally happened.

Freud is a Dick by @sanctuaryforalluniverses

He, Alec Lightwood, had just sent his boss, Magnus Bane, a dick pic. Of someone else’s dick.

Fleeing the country would not even begin to be enough of a response to this.

Glitter and Misunderstandings by Torius Armitage (VictoriaSkyeMarsters)

He had tried. When he was nearer Clary’s age, he had not held back in his efforts to be wooed, but whenever the courtship took its turn for the serious and permanent, Magnus would retreat, realizing he felt empty inside in regards to the suitor. And he would not settle for emptiness. He yearned for genuine, overwhelming, inescapable love, like the heroines and heroes of the novels he consumed. Why sentence oneself to a life absent of magic? But Magnus was learning, after years of lackluster options, that the magic he sought, in his world anyway, was nowhere to be found.

In other words, Pride and Prejudice drenched in glitter.

Hard Choices by heartsdesire456

Even before arriving at the house where Clary and Alec had gone to meet the Warlock that was supposed to be bringing back their mother, Jace could tell that something was very wrong.

Note: this fic is HEAVY. The contain of it is not for everyone. First of all, it has male pregnancy, a lot of angst, torture at some point, discussion of abortion, rape not described but it’s there, I think there’s panic attacks at some point. I feel obliged to say it because anyone can see this post and feel triggered for this. I put it in here, anyway, because this fic is worth it, because the author makes it bearable and for me, the author is cautios for some topics in the fic. For those who can’t really digest this kind of fics, don’t even click it, please, just keep scrolling and find a fic that you really like, and for those who knows the author and knows the writings, I really suggest to give it a chance because it was very well written.

Hold On, We’re Going Home by @unorthodoxpartofyourworld

At Esther’s request, Alec begins his foray into the mundane world so he can be a believable Matthew Daddario.

He sees something he can’t really unsee.

(This is a companion piece to Soul Glitch, you should probably go read that first so you generally understand what’s going on. Takes place right after Chapter 3)

Honey, i’m home by Shorty

Magnus gives him a once over as he steps out of the elevator, and for a second Alec lets himself believe that it’s flirtatious.

Of course, that’s all dashed seconds later as Magnus disappears through the door to his apartment with a loud, happy, “babe, I’m home!”

Or, in which misunderstandings are made.

Hoodie by @alec-dark-wood 

It’s soft and fluffy and the first time Magnus sees it,he has to backtrack and take a closer look.He walks towards the grey lump slowly,hardly daring to believe what it could be.

Hopefully it’s Enough by onihunter305

Magnus could tell something was wrong with Alec from the moment he touched his elbow outside of the Institute. He could feel the tremors that shook his body. He knew Alec needed someone to take care of him, and even though he was momentarily distracted by Alec’s declaration of love, he was going to make sure he took care of the man he loved.

I can do that by @softmagnusbane

Prompt: soulmate au where the first time you touch you both get a vivid mental image of the other’s biggest kink.

I Love You, Too by parabacrybaby

This takes place the morning after the morning of the battle in the winter finale of season 2A.

I’ll make you (beg for mercy) by thesorrowoflizards

Magnus wears body glitter. Alec appreciates this very, very much.

Inspired by combining three one-word prompts: softly, strawberries, and glitter

It’s nothing by @steakandvodka 

Alec is pretty sure someone, or something, is stalking him. He just isn’t sure if it’s an innocent kitten, or something a bit more malicious than that.

In this world, Alec is the one to find their pet cat and bring it home to Magnus.

Kids in the Kitchen by @perpetual-j0urney

“It’s Alec Lightwood,” He finally said, after another moment of hesitation. Then, both sets of puppy eyes were locked on Magnus once again and waiting for his answer.
More than a few customers turned to look at the outburst as both boys pulled away from Magnus and simultaneously cried, “But Papa!”


Magnus Bane liked to believe he was a good father, but there were just some requests that one could not grant their kids. For instance, a good dad wouldn’t let their child crawl into a lion’s cage to pet the furry kitty. Alternatively, a good dad also wouldn’t bring their kids to a cooking class taught by the angriest chef on the Food Network.

Kiss With A Fist by @clockworkswans

When agent Alec Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a whole load of trouble.
Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern.
In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the two put aside their differences and work together?
Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus, doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really).
Enemies to friends to lovers.

Never felt that type of fear before by creativitea

The risk of his heart in Magnus’s hands is worth it, compared to the risk that would lie in keeping it hidden. He trusts Magnus with it more than himself, and he needs him to know; even if it’s a bad idea. The risk of Magnus not knowing is worse than the risk of it being out in the open.

New Neighbor by Chrystie, kate882

Alec Lightwood isn’t the most social person in the world, but his new neighbor is ridiculously attractive so he makes an effort. It’s too bad Magnus seems to think that Alec is married to his best friend.

Nobody says that anymore by vomitingwords

Magnus is over 300 years old and Alec is okay with that. Sometimes more often than not

Oh darling (put your arms around me) by thesorrowoflizards

Also known as: Six times Magnus doesn’t dare initiate physical affection, two times he doesn’t even think about it

Pardon the Interruption by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

But one thing they could never seem to fix was how often they got interrupted whenever they did have time to spend together. It seemed as if no one in the entire shadow world could function without dragging Magnus and Alec into their problems.

So that’s what this vacation had been about, three weeks away, just the two of them.

Prettiest person in the world by @katychan666 

(A fanfic inspired by the prettiest person in the world post on tumblr)

Alec making Magnus speechless with his smugness for the first time :)

Pretty Thoughts by @rosegoldhell 

After being homeschooled all his life, and unintentionally sheltered, Magnus Bane has to navigate his way through American Highschool. He goes in thinking the worse possible scenarios, and quickly learns that not everything you see in movies is true. Sometimes the unexpected happens, and magnus soon realizes he has fallen for one of the most popular guys in school, and it might not be as one sided as he thinks.

Put the heat on if you’re cold by @ohlafraise

Alec pulled back the delicate tissue paper and looked in the box. Oh. Okay.

Or: Alec isn’t attracted to women, but that doesn’t mean he’s not attracted to femininity.

Save it by onihunter305

Magnus knew something wasn’t right the moment he heard the telltale sound of Isabelle Lightwood’s distinctive heels on Raphael’s slate floor. If she had hurt his dear Alexander, she was about to wish she had never returned to this apartment.

Secrets Told at 2am by AdorkaGabe

Alec can’t stand it. He has to get out. The roof isn’t far enough. He goes to Highland Park in Brooklyn and meets an interesting confidant in a glittery Warlock.

(Or what happens when Alec meets Magnus BEFORE they met at Magnus’ Loft.)

Shaky Ground, Stabilized by onihunter305

Alec had once been told that he would blow up the very ground he stood on to make things right. If that was true, why did he feel as though the ground below him was disintegrating at the same rapid pace as the relationships he once held dearly.

So He Told You About That? By @bcnedrah

Magnus’ face in 2x08 when talking with Jace about sleeping with Alec was a face of sex gone wrong.

Someone should kill the sun by MsEnny

“You know, Mags. Last night I had a kind of revelation.”


“Yes. I-… I know it’s late, but I realized, stupidly, that I never really told you how much I love you.”

Magnus didn’t talk anymore. He didn’t have to.

Stay Here Forever by @imawriteriwrite

A year before, they didn’t even know each other. Then there was this hookup app, and months where they thought they could be "just fuck buddies”. Things went downhill. Things went uphill.

Now, it’s been months since Magnus Bane (head of Bane Co.) and Alec Lightwood (kind of officially a lawyer) finally figured their shit out and started a healthy relationship. Now it’s Valentine’s Day and their relationship is put in danger as they compete to out romance each other.

Based on the cheesy line “I’ve caught feelings. I hear it’s contagious. We should both be quarantined in bed all day.” Literally nothing but self-indulgent fluff.

Addicted To You Valentines Day!

The Drunk Giraffe, Alec Lightwood by just_a_winchester

Drunk Alec tries to break into Magnus’s apartment.

The Kissing Booth by @hornedqueenofhell

Alec will 100% totally and completely blame this on Magnus

The Lightwood-Bane Saga by @achilleanragnor

Alec and Magnus come out by kissing each other on the ice, but the media takes it in a way they never expected.
3 +1 times the media got it wrong and the one time they made sure the media understood

The people that matter by @steakandvodka

“God, you two are so in love it’s disgusting,” Jace said, breaking the short silence. He and Izzy grinned as they waited for Alec to blush and stammer his way through a denial, as Alec always did when he was confronted about his feelings for the warlock.

They were stunned into silence when all Alec did was look back at where Magnus left, smile softly, and nod in agreement.

The time Magnus Bane got drunk by @katychan666

It’s Alec’s birthday and Magnus threw him a party, at which he drank… a lot, even more than he usually has. This ends up with him turning into an emotional and over-dramatic mess.

The Trouble with Words by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

There’s just something about Magnus Bane that makes people feel safe. Cared for. Loved.

And Alec would fight for that till his last dying breath, not just for himself, but for others, too. He just never knows how to tell Magnus that because, while he loves to read, he hates words.

The trouble with words is that they always fail him, and Magnus is too important to him to lose simply because he said something stupid.

The truth, for you by @serendipitiness

He’d meant it – he still means it, and he thinks he’ll mean it forever – but Alec never wants to have to say it like that again.

(or how Alec tells Magnus he loves him the second time, the way he really wants to)

Touch Me by wordsmithraven

When Alec starts to question why Magnus so rarely initiates contact, the powerful warlock and Alec’s own siblings are put on the spot. It’s a conversation a long time coming but is Magnus ready to have it? And can Alec handle the answer he receives?

Two’s company, three’s a whole lot of Alec Lightwood eye rolls by all_stories_are_truth_and_lies

This was just all so new, Magnus and he, Alec was nervous but excited to see where it would go. How in the hell was he ever suppose to ever get some alone time with Magnus with Jace-the-constant-mood-killer-Wayland as an unwanted houseguest? The story of how Alec Lightwood tries but doesn’t always succeed in moving his and Magnus’s relationship to the next step.

‘Alexander…’ Magnus whispered, his breath hot in Alec’s ear. ‘Tell me if you want me to stop.’ Stop? If Alec wasn’t so far gone he might have actually laughed at the thought. Alec gave a quick nod of understanding before pulling Magnus’s mouth back to his, pretty sure he felt the Warlock smiling against his lips.

One-shot set post episode 2.06 Malec trying to get it on with Jace cockblocking all over the shop.

Underneath by @sfjessii

“You already know everything.” Alec whispers but Magnus is alerted instantly, his eyes open, craning his neck to get a glimpse of Alec’s face.

He stays quiet, merely squeezing Alec’s hand to try and soothe him. Alec’s sigh rips right through Magnus and he wishes he could pull him into himself to protect him from any harm.

What’s It Gonna Be by @lemonoclefox

Fairchild’s bakery is a second home to not just Magnus, but also to most of his found-family. As a pastry chef, he works long hours and takes great pride in his craft – so much so that he has little time or attention for much else. Least of all romance. After plenty of experience with heartbreak and disappointment, he has come to expect the worst from anything in that department, and the arrival of the wealthy Lightwoods in the neighborhood isn’t about to change that. Especially not when their eldest son might just be the most insufferable prick Magnus has ever met, no matter what anyone else has to say about the guy.

(aka the Pride & Prejudice/bakery AU no one asked for)

ilecz  asked:

Oops! My bad! I think I sent the first request to the wrong place, but anyways...Could you please update the packmomStiles or the StilesCooks tag? I really appreciate what you do here

yeah you did but its no problem! here’s some packmom stiles

How to Witchcraft for Dummies by TornThorn (3/11 | 4,357 | G)

In which Stiles begins learning to use his spark, Deaton is unhelpfully cryptic, the pack is tired of getting dragged in, and the Sheriff is at the end of his rope with the magic crap.

Mine Would Be You by The_Ash_Phoenix_24 (2/? | 3,287 | NR)

With the Hale Pack stronger than ever and with Beacon Hills protected from those that want to break their bond, it feels only right to get back to normal, right? When the oblivious Alpha-mate Stiles Stilinski’s life is threatened by a simple ‘accident’, the Alpha takes a different approach to take what rightfully belongs to him. While Stiles feels like his friends are hiding something from him, he wonders whether he should try and investigate or just live and let live.

We’ll figure something out by Anarik (1/1 | 12,691 | PG13)

After a witch attack, Stiles and Derek are cursed and have to live in an alternate dimension while watching the others figure out how to bring them back.

Now Can Danny Go Back to Sleep? by TryingToCreateSomethingWorthwhile  (1/1 | 2,481 | G)

Danny is woken up by none other than Stiles Stilinski, who begs him to help him and “Miguel” track down Isaac. It’s a simple job, so Danny decides to do a little matchmaking on the side.

There is no right name yet by Anarik (1/1 | 14,129 | PG13)

The pack is too busy with their own business to notice, but Stiles and Derek are getting too close without even noticing and it kind of freaks them out when they find out.


When you start talking with someone whose level of sarcasm is the same as yours and you don’t know if you’re fighting or flirting.

Hold Me Close (I’m Falling Apart) by looks_on_tempests_and_never_is_shaken (9/10 | 24,860 | PG13)

“Wolves without an emissary are naturally turbulent because their instincts are wild. Subconsciously, you’ve been balancing them, but you aren’t tied to the pack so you aren’t getting a balance in return.”
“So, they’re bleeding me dry. Always knew they were parasites.” Stiles smiled dryly.
“You’ll need to attach yourself to an alpha soon. There are risks for an unbalanced druid.”
“Well, in-balance may show itself in several ways. It’s a disruption in nature, so nature will twist and alter in an attempt to right itself.”
“What does that mean?” Stiles was getting anxious. The vet wa avoiding giving direct answers and that never meant anything good.
“You’re magic is heavily entwined with your will, and your will is parallel to your mind.”
“I’ll go insane.”

You see where this may be headed, but if not let me sum it up a but better -
Lack of communication is killer, especially when feeling are involved. So, let’s throw our emotionally constipated favs into a situation where they have to pretend to be what that truly want to be anyways but are too big of dorks to say anything about it. Enjoy!

I Got You Part 1

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Summary:  Sam and Dean rescue reader from captivity.  Who held her captive?  Why?

Word Count:  1484

Warnings:  Violence (alluded to)

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom. There’s still room on my Forever Tags.  Add yourself here.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

I Got You Part 1

The room is dank and musty, the mattress stained. It’s hard as a rock and has a distinct, yet unidentifiable odor, but it’s infinitely better than the floor. It’s been difficult to keep track of time in this cell, but it’s a fruitless endeavor with no windows and no regular meals to help you chart the beginning and end of a day.  

Your stomach rumbles in protest, it’s been empty for what seems like an eternity. Meals were coming at least once a day as far as you could tell, but nothing today. You ration the small amount of water that you’ve been given carefully. It seems as if maybe you’ve been abandoned or forgotten, but most likely the deprivation is a new form of torture.

The dim light bulb that flickers intermittently overhead illuminates the bruises that speckle your body. The oldest marks have faded from purplish-blue to a mottled green. The colors of your skin map a timeline of sorts, the older bruises indicating that it’s been a week at least in the hellish prison. There’s a particularly gnarly gash along your calf from a dull blade and at least two of your ribs are broken. Walking your fingers along your jawline, you touch the tender skin. Your lower lip has been split open and hurts like a bitch. Honestly, you’ve been worse, all things considered.

Still, you don’t know why you’re here. Monsters - monsters you can deal with. It’s humans that are fucking scary.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, Saori! I see you blog a lot about Sterek and I was wondering if you read fanfiction too? If yes, can you rec me some fics to read? If not, can you recommend a blog that you think recs good fics? I find your taste in Larry fics similar to mine and I was hoping you can do the same with Sterek as well. Thank you!

Oh boy, honestly I have no idea what to say, I’m just glad that not everybody’s fed up with my Sterek spams (probably a lot of people are but oh well) :D

First things first, you should check out @theofficialstereklibrary @wheredidhiseyebrowsgo @underappreciatedsterek @acountrygirlsfun @christinesficrecs @eternalsterekrecs and if you like Larry too then @nottooldforthisship recces  awesome stuff all the time, (her sterek fic rec tag is a blessing) (my fic rec page is kind of a mess, but you can find some there too)

As of my recs, I usually don’t do it cuz I’m always anxious I’ll rec something the other doesn’t like, but since you asked so nicely here are some of my faves:

The Undisclosed (109k) - For once the pack doesn’t panic when a new hunter arrives. The gleefully sadistic man has labelled himself a collector of all things rare in the supernatural world and wants one of the rarest creatures; a werefox. Content that the pack is safe, the wolves focus on why their human member is acting so strange, ignoring the fact that Stiles only started once learning who the man wanted…

I’ve read this like, how many times? Way too many to be healthy? Seems accurate. And I’m totally not re-reading it again, nope.

Baking My Way Into Your Heart (179k) - Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new.

This fic changed my life tbh.

As Luck Would Have It (I’m already smitten) (188k, WIP) - When Stiles meets his Dom for the first time, it’s nothing like the cutesy, lovey-dovey Subflicks he used to drag Scott to when they were thirteen. There’s no burst of sunshine when they collide, no sudden swell of violins when their eyes meet; only a really big dent in the front of his Jeep and a seriously pissed off Alpha glaring at him from the sidewalk.

When I see the e-mail I shut down and don’t even look up until I finished reading the update. It’s by far the most exciting fic I’ve read, and I read A LOT.

Do Not Go Gentle (108k, WIP) - Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha, is thrown into a dark cell which already contains another captive.   Someone quite young.   Someone who’s clearly been badly treated.  Someone who cannot speak and who has a cruel collar around his neck.Derek is both a Dom and an Alpha.  What do you think he’ll do?

Same with this. Mondays can’t come fast enough. Dark, but worth it for me.

Home (160k, WIP) - 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?

You can’t even imagine what this fic does to me. It’s everything.

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Pretence - 3

(Moments) | (Part 1) | (Part 2)

summary: “For Nat’s sake, Y/N, will you pretend to be my girlfriend?”
words: 1155
warnings: brief description of nsfw content

“Let’s play a game!”

You’re drunk enough that you can’t remember who’d suggested the drinking game in the first place. Maybe it was Sam. It was probably Sam.

There’s a round of ’shit’s and ’fuck you’s as Natasha spills another carefully articulated statement of ‘Never have I ever.’ You take a shot too, even though you’re not listening at this point.

Your eyes are trained on Bucky Barnes, sitting across from you with nine empty shot glasses, more than anyone else and contrasting Steve’s nine full. He’s laughing, face flushed from intoxication and heat and lust for the gorgeous woman throwing a wink at Sam as he downs his sixth or seventh glass himself. She’s avoiding his gaze, even daring to look at you, but not sparing him a glance as she laughs with the rest of the team.

You don’t know what to think of him. He’s like a drug– you know he’s bad for you. You know that the long term effects of being around him are harmful, that he hurts you more than he makes you feel good, but oh god, you can’t get enough. And with the way he’s been acting for the past few weeks, with the are you okay’s and the arms around your waist, you can’t tell what he wants.  

It’s Sam’s turn to play. His drunk eyes search the room, squinted and devious, lips pursed in drunk concentration. He sees the one remaining shot glass in front of Bucky, and he breaks out into a grin. “Never have I ever…”

He pauses, eyes catching yours. “Never have I ever kissed Y/N!”

A chorus of laughs break out. Clint is giggling, Steve’s grinning from ear to ear, and Sam keeps saying, “Drink up, old man.”

But Bucky’s not laughing. His eyebrows furrow together, flesh hand gripping the shot glass tighter than necessary, and god, he won’t even look at you, longing after Nat who is skillfully laughing along with the others. He closes his eyes for a second, and when he opens them, it’s like there’s someone else in his place. Bucky’s gone, and the man in front of you is laughing again and joking again and living again, calling Sam out for targeting specifically him because, 'man, what the hell, that’s not fair.’ Except– when he downs his shot, everyone’s too drunk to notice how his eyes stay closed a second too long. You’re drunk enough to notice just that.

“Guess you lost, Tin Can,” Tony says, breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“Sam cheated,” is all Bucky says in reply, grinning as he stands up. He stretches, yawns in a way that’s so fake you’re surprised that no one calls him out, and then claims that he’s tired and going to bed.

Then he saunters off, and you’re left staring at the spot where he was sitting and your eyes are stinging because he can’t even bare to look at you and a simple statement makes him not even want to be around you and how is he your soulmate when him and Nat are made for each other and you’re just an obstacle in between and and and–

“Your turn, Y/N.” Someone pulls on your arm, but you shrug them away.

You don’t care about this stupid game and your six empty glasses anymore, and– the irony! – you’re pulling a Bucky and lying through your teeth when you say that you’re tired. And then you’re leaving the group of laughing people and storming towards your room, where you’re going to do what you should have done months ago. You’re going to end this stupid relationship and just tell him and Nat to get together and live their happily ever after and then you’re going to leave them the fuck alone.

You’re going to go somewhere far away where Bucky won’t matter and Nat won’t matter and Sam and Steve and Tony won’t matter and nobody’s going to matter, because you deserve at least some fucking peace.

So when you open the door and barge through to the middle of your room, you’re ready for a yelling match. You’re ready to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone and that you’ve had enough and that he can move on with his fucking life because you’re going far away. You’re ready to be composed and collected and to fight your fight.

You’re not ready to find Bucky pushing you against the wall, bringing his mouth so close to your ear that his breathing sends shivers down your back.

“I’m sorry,” he says, with the same genuineness that’s been tangling the strings of your thoughts into knots you can’t figure out how to undo.  "I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this.“

You don’t know what to do. It’s like all the anger just moments ago you were ready to streamline towards him was a balloon that’s deflated, and you can’t really make sense of everything that’s happening around you. "What are you–?”

He puts a finger on your lips, and your words fade into the silence of the room. “I have to do this.”

You don’t even get a chance to process his words, your mind hazy with all the alcohol you’ve consumed that night. When his lips touch yours, there’s a part of you telling you that you’re drunk, that you’re going to regret this in the morning, but it’s such a small, small part, that it’s muffled by the rest of you that’s only ever wanted this.

His mouth travels from your lips to the edge of your jaw, leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses as footprints. It feels as if you’ve been dropped in a pool of water and your feet can’t reach the ground. When his mouth reaches your neck, you can barely stand upright.

“Help me forget her,” he croaks into the edge of your collar bone. You moan in response, the feel of his lips against your skin mixing with the whiff of whiskey sending you into euphoria. Your fingers travel down to the hem of his pants, palming him through the fabric of his boxers. “Y/N,” he gasps. “Please.”

It’s then that you start kissing him back, taking the reigns and guiding his hands up your shirt. And god, this is wrong, this is so wrong, but this is all you’ve ever wanted, and maybe, right now, it’s all you need.

You can’t remember your own name when his fingers slip into your folds, and after that all you hear is your name as he eases himself out of you, falling on to the bed with an exhausted sigh.

And as you lay there, bodies glistening with sweat, pulled flush against each other in the heat of the moment, you stare at the beautiful man who’s nuzzled against you, eyes closed, chest rising and falling softly.

For the first time in months, you let yourself cry.

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They’ll Be Calling You a Radical

So @gryffindorkwinchester and @endgame-sterek were talking about protester!Derek trying to save the wolves, and my little biologist heart couldn’t resist, so I wrote a little something. I have no idea how local government works, so just pretend with me, please. While we’re at it, let’s also pretend wolves still live in northern California. 

(On AO3)

“Hey, son,” his dad says when he picks up. “I’m going to be home a little late, I’m still at the station right now.”

Stiles hesitates, gripping the door handle of the jeep. “Why? What’s going on?”

“There’s some protest going on in the town square, I’m about to head over,” his dad says.

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The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 5)

Originally posted by disneybeautyandthebeast

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 5)

Beast!Adam x Reader

Part 1: here    Part 2: here    Part 3: here    Part 4: here 

Note: Sorry for taking so long to get this out. I’ve been swamped.

Adam walked beside you back to the castle. He glanced over at you every minute or so. God, you were so beautiful. More beautiful than he could have ever imagined. And here, under the silver beams of the moon, your hair and eyes seemed to glow with magic. He could feel it radiating off of you in gentle waves.  

“Do I frighten you?” You asked him. He was surprised at your words. He had expected to be the one to say something of that nature to you, certainly not the other way around.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You keep looking at me as though I’ll disappear…or explode.” You stated, chuckling softly. He shook his head.

“I just never imagined I’d get to properly meet you.” When he didn’t say anything more and the conversation faded once more into silence, you prompted him.

“How much further?”

“Not long now. A few minutes at most.” He told you. “Why?”

“It’s cold out here.” He hadn’t noticed you were shivering until that very moment.

“It’s a matter of the circumstance, I suppose. Here.” He shrugged the large tattered cape from his shoulders, leaving him in a shirt and trousers that had seen better days. His gift was heavy, but warm. He knew he would be fine without it, given the abundance of fur, and you seemed very grateful for it.

“Is the snow a normal thing?”

“Around here, yes.” Adam replied. You exhaled a shivering sigh.


“Do your eyes always glow?” he asked, equally as curious.

“Not always.” You blinked a few times, causing the light you emitted to fade. “It’s only when I’m on edge. Or when I lose focus.”

“Do I frighten you?” a hint of fear laced Adam’s voice and he looked at you with gleaming blue eyes. You both stopped in place.

“People in general frighten me.” You replied. Adam crinkled an eyebrow.

“You consider me a person?”

“When you clambered into the woods and fought off the wolves, honestly, I had feared you might eat me.” You chuckled a little to yourself. “But the moment I met your gaze, I knew there was something more there. And I’m glad too.” You exhaled a tired sigh. “I’ve fought too many monsters.”

“You don’t think I’m…”

“Beastly, yes. A monster? Never.” An amused sort of grin tugged at his lips as you said this, showing off the tip of one of his fangs. “I know a monster when I see one. You’re not even close.”

“Well, you’d be the first then,” he stared into your eyes for a long moment before realizing there was a long path ahead of you. Lingering any longer than necessary was practically begging the wolves to come back. “Well, I suppose we should keep moving. We haven’t all night.”

“Of course.”


It took you a few moments to realize that the large castle that came into view was your destination. It was very tall, towering over a maze-like garden, and it was very dark. You could feel the dark energy from a long ways away. But as you got closer, you were able to peel back the layers of the magic. It was what you had felt inside the beast that traveled beside you: dark magic with good intentions.

To put it simply, a curse.

Adam stopped just before he opened the front door.

“Before we go in, there’s something you should know?”

“Yes?” You asked, adjusting his heavy cape, still wrapped around your shoulders.

“The inhabitants of the castle, myself included…we’re not exactly what you would consider…normal.”

“Neither am I.” You smirked. He could have sworn your eyes glowed as you said it, a mysterious glint hidden somewhere in your gaze.

“Yes, but I mean-”

“Not passing for human?”

“Something like that.”

“I’ve been around for quite some time. Believe me. I’ve seen it all.”

He took a breath and nodded, and then the door opened. It was dark, eerily still. Silent. Adam took both of the cloaks, his own and yours, from around your shoulders and hung them on the coatrack and then led you further inside.

“You can come out.” He called to seemingly no one. “She knows.”

“Well in that case,” A candelabra hopped off of a table and came to stand in front of you. He was followed by a very disgruntled clock that was more ornate and intricate than you had ever seen. “Welcome, Mademoiselle!”

In that instant, the castle flushed with life. More of the furniture and other items sprang from their spots, rushing to meet the new inhabitant of their home. The teapot was the next to introduce herself.

“I’m Mrs. Potts, dear.” Her porcelain face wore a kind smile. “And this is-”

“I’m Chip! What’s your name?! Where are you from?! How did you meet the Master?!” the teacup’s childish enthusiasm was sweet and warmed your heart, but it was also tragic in ways you couldn’t ever understand. Whoever had done this…they had cursed a child. Damned a child to a fate you couldn’t imagine he could ever deserve. It boiled your blood, causing you to struggle to maintain your smile as you greeted the rest of them.

You had decided in an instant, as soon as you met Chip and saw the life in his painted eyes, you had sworn to yourself that you would save them. No matter what or how long it took. You were going to save them.

Once the introductions were through, Adam led you up the stairs, through the hallways, and then finally to a door. He opened it.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know. This…this is your home now, and I want you to be comfortable.”

“Thank you.” You looked into his blue, blue eyes, and when you did, you could feel how nervous you made him. It wasn’t fear, per say. It was a form of anxiety, insecurity. And yet, he also had a sense of familiarity. As though he knew you, like he had claimed to. You mattered to him. And when you looked up at him, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would protect you. “For everything. It…it means more to me than you could ever know.”

“I think I might have some idea.” A hint of a smirk found his lips, and his heart raced. You were here. You were real, and you were thanking him. And somehow, he knew you meant it. “Good night.”

“See you tomorrow.” You nodded. As you closed the door behind yourself, it finally sank in. He would see you tomorrow. You lived here now. Never in his years as this thing had he ever felt so liberated. It was as if your very presence filled his beastly soul with newfound life.

The wardrobe in the corner of the room was snoring, so you figured you’d introduce yourself in the morning. As you took off your boots, unloaded your bag, and crawled into the monstrous bed, a wave of warmth flowed through you. And though you tried to fight these feelings because you knew they could only end in disaster, you felt for the first time since you had begun running that you had finally, finally found a place to call home.

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Protecting Lucifer

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Title: Protecting Lucifer

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 610

Warnings: fluffish

A/N: This was requested by anon: Can you write a one shot where the readers is Sam and Dean’s little sister and she falls in love with Lucifer. And then the brothers find out and they try to kill him but the reader protects him. I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much!

You were the youngest Winchester in your little family.  It had its advantages, and it had its disadvantages.  Sometimes you would win arguments, but sometimes you weren’t so lucky.  When you started dating Lucifer he helped you stand up to Sam and Dean.  It felt good to stand up to your older brothers.

Lucifer threw you a pair of jeans as he sat himself on top of your dresser.  “Inviting me over might not be a great idea [Y/N],” Lucifer muttered.  “What if your brothers find out if I’m here?  In your room.  They might start to assume things, angel.”

“They wouldn’t be wrong,” you noted with a smirk.  You lifted your gaze to meet Lucifer’s noticing that there was a smirk on his face too.  “You’ve helped me stand up to Sam and Dean so many times.  I’m not going to back down anymore.  If I want something, I’m going to go for it.”

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Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge

I just reached 16,000 followers! Yay! 

Originally posted by thecynicalcrayon

I have decided to host another writing challenge to celebrate.

I love me a good romantic comedy (aka the romcom). Love them. I also love some good fluff fics, the fluffier the better. I decided to combine the two and the end result is Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge!

Below, you will find a list of some of my favorite romantic comedies, along with quotes from those movies. Your challenge, should you accept it, is to write a fluffy fic including the quote from the movie.

The Rules and Regulations:

Female reader inserts with Sam, Dean, or John Winchester only. No ships (no hate meant, it’s just easier this way).

Your fic can be as many words as you want; I do ask that you please try to make it at least 500 words. Please add a “keep reading” for fics over 500 words. If it doesn’t have a “keep reading” I will not reblog it.

Please make it a one shot or the first part of a series. AU’s are also okay.

Please tag me, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog and use the hashtag #mimi’s romcom fluff challenge. Make sure the hashtag is in the first 5 tags. If I don’t like it within in 48 hours, I didn’t see it. If that happens, please send me a message.

Please mention somewhere in your author’s notes that it is for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom Fluff Challenge and which prompt you had.

The most important rule, it MUST contain fluff. No angst (side-eyes a couple of my writer friends - you know who you are). I want the fluff. It can have smut, but it doesn’t have to. But, there must be fluff.

How to sign up:

Send me an ASK. Not a reply, reblog or IM, it needs to be an ask. Also, don’t send it on anon, I need to know who is participating. If it’s from your side blog, please mention the name of your side blog.

In the ask please tell me:

  • The number you want and whether you will be writing Sam, Dean or John Winchester. Please send at least one alternative in case your first choice is taken.
  • If you are writing from your sideblog, please give me the name of the blog.
  • One prompt per writer (for now).

Fics are due by Saturday, September 2nd. That is about two and a half months. If you can’t make the due date, send me a message to ask for an extension. I won’t be mad or upset. Life happens, I get it. I do ask that if you sign up and can’t finish the fic for whatever reason, please let me know. I may be able to find someone who would like to take your place.

Movies and quotes are below the cut:

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I was wondering if you knew of any good mafia fics. I really wanna see Mafia!Stiles. Anyways. Thank you so much!

Here’s the tag and some more to go with it. - Anastasia

Originally posted by scrantonpaper

Insured by the Mafia by Lovehatress

(1/1 I 1,251 I Mature I Sterek)

A series of short one-shots that details Mafia Boss Derek’s relationship with dancer Stiles. Each one is a mini ficlet which I wrote to a song. The name of the song is above the ficlet that it corresponds with.

Red - Mafia Au by BizzaBoo

(1/1 I 2,172 I Teen I Sterek)

It took some time, but finally they had found Stiles. He had been nailed to a tree deep into the woods of the Hale land.

Two Billion Baby by TheBabyPandaa

(3/? I 6,120 I Explicit I Sterek I MCD)

“Derek Hale,” Stiles instantly realizes who he was, looking back up at Chris with a disbelief look on his face. “He wants me to murder Derek Hale? Why?”

Stiles is an international assassin. The mafia manages to get their hands on him, threatening his family unless he does a job for them. The job? Kill successful businessman Derek Hale.

Seven Days by alphabilinski24

(1/1 I 7,412 I Mature I Sterek)

It was rumored that Stiles date different people every week. It started on Monday and he’d dump the person on Sunday. Derek asked him out on Monday half-jokingly and didn’t expect for Stiles to take it seriously. What Derek did not expect was the slowly budding feeling beyond friendship for Stiles throughout the week they’re dating. Somehow it broke Derek’s heart as they got closer to Sunday but what about Stiles?

Sophia Verna Reyes by littlefrog1025

(1/1 I 7,770 I Mature I Erica/OMC)

She’s a lot stronger than she knows.

The Girl Who Cried Wolf by TheWhiteWolf (imnotdoneyetap)

(3/? I 9,280 I Not Rated I Derek/OFC)

Phoebe and her son are running from a pack that want both of them dead. She comes to Beacon Hills in search of help from an alpha that’s been dead for a while now and finds herself face to face to a Hale, but not the one she was looking for.

Time On My Hands (Should be Time Spent With You) by Batwynn

(2/? I 13,244 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles Stilinski likes huge, sweet lattes, magic, and his work at the flower shop.
After work, he swings by the butcher for some pig’s blood, and settles in to watch Ironman with a straw.

Oh, right. Stiles is also a vampire.

The Bachelor: Sterek by leemikki

(16/? I 18,910 I Explicit I Sterek)

I need a The Bachelor AU where Derek is The Bachelor and Stiles is one of the contestants. And Derek falls hard for him in the first few seconds, but as the Bachelor goes, he can’t explicitly state his feelings until the final rose/episode. And all the other contestants become aware of Derek’s partiality to Stiles even as he tries to get to know everyone, for fairness sake. And some of them HATE Stiles, but some can’t help but love him (cuz hes Stiles), and secretly think he’s PERF for Derek, obviously Derek absolutely thinks so. And there is romance and epic sexual tension. And Stiles always gets the first rose, until it becomes a given, and it stops being the Bachelor and becomes The Derek and Stiles love story. And I cry and you cry and the audience cries.

Ruthless monsters by lightsfillthesky

(5/? I 21,979 I Mature I Sterek)

They were respected by many, everyone knew if they needed to get something done to speak with the Hale pack, they’ve been building their name for nine years

People feared the name Derek Hale but worse was his mate, he was ruthless and took care of his own, he made sure everyone knew not to mess with his pack.

Now someone was overstepping into their territory

Between Dogs and Wolves by artemis69

(1/1 I 25,889 I Teen I Sterek)

“This is…not four million in cash,” remarks Stilinski.

“Isaac. Did you fail to get my money back and decided to pick up a stripper on the road to bribe me? Because let me make this perfectly clear: this would totally work. Well done.”


The mafia!AU where the Hales owe four million to the Stilinskis, Laura rents Derek (but not as a stripper), Stiles gets a new favorite, Derek gets a new boss, a new puppy and a new family.

Sometimes they break people, but mainly, they just snark at each other.

Checkmate (You’re the King to my chessboard) by alphabilinski24

(9/? I 28,555 I Mature I Sterek)

Since he was a little boy, Stiles was led to believe he’d be alone for the rest of his life, being born a werefox was rare and unlike other were-creatures, his mate probably didn’t exist at all. When he turned 21, he didn’t even bother to find one until he accidentally met a gorgeous looking Derek. Derek who smelled like mate. Stiles’ mate! But then, Derek was a werewolf and not just that, he was also an Alpha werewolf. Stiles’ instinct never lied but was it even possible? And little did Stiles know, its far more complicated than that.

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soulmate au where the first words you’ll hear your soulmate say are inscribed on your wrist.

warnings: swearing, injury, descriptions of moderate torture 
word count: 1450

Please, help me, please.

It’s the only thought running through your head. There’s someone in front of you, face twisted in a malicious smile. He has a knife in his hand and the silver blade is glinting in your eye and it’s coming closer and closer to you and you’re moving farther and farther away until you’re on the tip of your toes and you can’t move any further back. Someone’s talking, quietly at first, then loud, screaming, screeching until your ears can’t bear it.  

“Stop! Please!  I don’t know! I don’t know!”

The knife is digging into your skin, twisting and turning, and you realize you’re the one screaming. There’s laughter  around you, ricocheting against the walls, surrounding you, squeezing, suffocating, and then–

Then there’s another voice, croaky and low and you can barely hear it, but it’s there and the familiarity is cutting through the laughter and your screaming dies down until your throat is abraded.

“Don't– don’t hurt her.”


He’s not supposed to be here. He’s not supposed to be beside you, with a split lip and bruises and covered in blood, like you. He’s not supposed to be suffering.

The knife leaves your skin and then there’s someone walking towards him and you want to scream. You want to warn him, tell him that they’re coming, that he should get away while he can, but you can’t form the words.

They’re in front of him now, knife poised at the base of his neck and digging in just enough to draw blood.

“She’s your soulmate.” The voice– it’s a woman’s, so familiar it makes your chest constrict.

“I know.”

“What are you going to do about it ?” Natasha. That’s Natasha’s voice.

“I don’t know.”

It’s quiet for a moment,  and then there’s a flash of silver and then red and there’s blood everywhere and suddenly you’re screaming again and Bucky falls to his knees and there’s a pool of blood surrounding him and his eyes are wide and dead and–

You sit up, body screaming in protest as a deep, throbbing ache radiates off of throughout your bones. There’s a guttural scream caught in your throat and your breathing is so rapid and skin so flushed that you don’t notice the two people beside your beside until someone has a hand on your shoulder and you’re scrambling back on the bed, eyes glassy and unable to focus.

“Y/N, hey, hey– it’s Nat, it’s okay.”

You stop moving and your gaze lands on her worried face, then on Bucky, who’s watching the exchange with wide eyes. Bucky, who’s standing in front of you, very alive, not a single cut on his face. You can breathe again.

You let go of your death grip on the sheets and colour fills your face again as you breathe out an apology.

“Hey, don’t worry.” She sits down on the edge of your bed and offers you a small smile. You try to return it, but you’re pretty sure the most you can manage is a grimace– your entire face still hurts. Her hand takes yours, lightly, comfortingly, and you look away, ashamed. You’re a trained agent, and whatever happened wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Someone should stay with you tonight.” She’s not looking at you. Instead, her green eyes seem to be piercing through Bucky, who maintains her stare with his own sharp look. Your gaze switches back and forth between them, not unnoticing of the tension in the room. You can see the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows– it’s more pronounced, you realize, because he’s uncomfortable– then he nods.

Nat gives you another smile, and then she’s standing up and stalking out of the room, not looking back at Bucky. You want to yell at her, tell her to come back and not leave you alone with Bucky, because he might be your soulmate, but he hates you and he’s made as much clear. You don’t want to– you can’t spend another minute with him because every time you look at him, you’re reminded of your own desperation and the ache in your chest, but mostly, of the day you figured out you were soulmates.

Bucky sits down in Nat’s spot, eyes trained on your face. His metal hand is clenched into a tight fist and you know he doesn’t mean danger, that he might not like you but he wouldn’t ever hurt you (not physically). Still, you shift away. It’s the slightest movement, but Bucky Barnes, well, he’s a sniper and then an assassin and he’d be damned if he doesn’t catch on to things like that. Instantly his eyes widen and his fist loosens and he opens his mouth to say something.

There’s a lump forming in your throat as you watch him, eyes focused on the plates of his arm, his shirt, his skin, anywhere but his face.


It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him say your name, or even acknowledge you for that matter. Something inside you swells, pleasantly, but then you close your eyes and the image of Nat and him kissing is burned into your eyelids and the feeling’s gone as fast is it came.

“Y/N– do you–” he swallows again. “Do you remember what you said to me? When I found you?”

Your eyes flick to him in disbelief. You were dying, barely conscious if even, after weeks of being questioned over and over about his goddamn whereabouts. So no, you don’t remember what you said to him. Still, your heartbeat picks up it’s pace and your hands are really warm all of a sudden because he’s looking at you with such intensity, blue eyes searching your face, then staring you right in the eye. You look away.

“No, I don’t.” Your voice is raspy. It hurts to speak, far more than the dull ache you feel every time you breathe.

“You,” he stops talking and brings his hand up to rub at his face. He’s selecting his words carefully, you can tell. His jaw is set and his flesh hand is flushed red and his pupils are dilated and–

“You said that I was your soulmate. I just– is it true?”  Your breathing stops. Shit.

You cough, hard, racking up your lungs half in shock and half because there’s something stuck in your throat and your eyes burn and you’re coughing until there are tears in your eyes, but Bucky’s eyes remain fixated on your as he hands you a glass of water, and his expression remains expectant as you gulp it down.

“Is it true?”

“Of course not.”

He can see right through your bluff. “Is it true?”

“I was delusional!” You look at him, exasperated. “I was on the verge of dying– every single day I spent there I felt like– I fucking wished– it would be my last, that I wasn’t going to make it till tomorrow. Thank you for saving me, I owe you my life, I honestly do. But that doesn’t mean you can ask me whatever comes to your head, especially when it’s about something stupid I said when I was half alive and barely conscious. ”

Is it true?”

“Fuck, Bucky, yes! Okay? Yes, it’s true.”

The back of your eyes sting and the colour leaves Bucky’s face. He stands up, passing his hands over his face as if you’ve just burdened him with the weight of the world. Then–

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You can’t believe this man, pretending like the news impacts his entire life, pretending like it actually matters to him when he’s made it real damn clear that it doesn’t, because he has a girlfriend that he’s in love with and he can be happy with and if anyone gets to be selfish in this situation, it’s you.

You turn to him, eyes wide and breathing heavy. “When was I supposed to do that?

His stare makes you want to punch him in the face because he looks just as exasperated as you do. As if he has the fucking right.

“When you found out!”

You clench your teeth and take in a deep breath, counting down to ten before speaking up. “When? When you were busy swapping spit with my best friend? What should I have done ? Been like– ‘Hey, I know you just told her you love her, but we’re soulmates?”

“I deserved to know!”

“Get out.”

He drops his hand and his eyebrows shoot up. “What?”

Get. Out.”  You lift a bandaged hand and point to the door.

Bucky stares at you for a moment, then his jaw twitches in anger and he balls his fists and his eyes become wet and red, and then he storms out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

The tears spill before you can stop them.

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The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 4)

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 4)

Beast!Adam x Reader

Part 1: here    Part 2: here    Part 3: here

Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this part out. My book is going to be released in like five weeks, so needless to say I’ve been a little preoccupied.

As dark began to fall, the air became cold. The chill caused you to pull your cloak closer, trying to get what little warmth you could out of it. In all of your days travelling, it seldom got this cold in the summer, and yet the further you walked, the colder it got.

Your breath came out in front of your face in thick clouds of warmth, and as you continued moving forward, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Snow. In June. Something was amiss here. You could feel it. Something dark. Something magic. And though you wanted to turn back, to return to Villeneuve and try again another day, your heart and your feet seemed to be conspiring against you.

And then you heard a snarl.

It was vicious, hungry, and it was right behind you. A wolf. And then there were five of them. Growling, low to the ground, and ready to pounce. You broke into a run, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough. They were faster than you, there were more of them, and even with your magic, you wouldn’t even stand a chance.


Adam watched in the mirror as the wolves surrounded you, and seconds later, he had run out the front door of the castle as fast as his beastly legs would carry him. He could only pray it would be fast enough. The snow crunched under his paws as he took long, swift strides. The tatters he called clothes waved behind him like a flag of war, ready to open fire on the enemies that dared to threaten you.

You were so close. Closer with every step. It kept him moving forward. The drive to see you…to save you, it pushed him faster and faster until-

Adam tackled the nearest wolf, taking him down with ease. Another jumped onto his back, but he managed to shake it off. He scratched one of the attackers with one of his massive paws, causing a halt in the fight.

“LEAVE HER ALONE!!!” He roared with more emotion and raw anger than he ever had before, baring his sharp fangs. His yell echoed through the trees, through the woods, and scared off several flocks of birds. Though the wolves growled and glared at their large rival who had once again taken something that belonged to them, they backed off, slowly retreating back to where they came, their eyes still locked on him as they left.


You. Were. Terrified.

Not only had a pack of hungry wolves chased you, now a gigantic monstrous beast was standing in front of you. But there was more. He had defended you. Now what? What were his intentions? Had he only saved you to kill you himself?

You lit your palm with pale white light and held it up in defense. He turned to face you.

“W-who are you? What do you want with me?” Your boots sank into the snow as you took a few slow steps back. He took a few steps forward. “S-stay back.” You ordered. Your voice was scared, but firm.

“I’m not going to-”

“Stay back!”


“How do you know my name?” You asked, quickly lowering your hood with your free hand.

“I’ve known you for a very long time.” His voice was low, gentle. He approached slowly. You met his blue eyes, and in his gaze, there was something you hadn’t expected to find: humanity. “Even if you haven’t known me. I care about you. And if you’ll let me, I can keep you safe.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” For a second, your silver eyes began to glow.

“I know you’re running from the darkness.” Adam stated. “I know you’re a child of the stars. And I can help you.”

“Why should I trust you?” You took a small step closer. “How do I know you aren’t working with…him?”

“You have more knowledge than you let on. Feelings of things that have been, that will be. Read me and you’ll know my intentions are pure.”

You felt your soul reach towards him, trying to decipher if his words were truth. In his eyes, you saw kindness, and in his past you saw darkness. And now…there was hope. The creature before you was more than he appeared to be. You could tell that much. There was also magic there. Dark magic with good intentions. It was a part of him, like a handprint on his soul. A scar of something he used to be.

“You said you could protect me. How?”

“My castle is enchanted. You’ll be safe there.”

“People are chasing. Bad people. Dark things.”

“And to get to you, they’ll have to go through me.” He replied. You stared at him for a long moment.

“I’ve never even met you and you’re willing to lay down your life for mine.”

He offered a kind expression.

“Well…I’ve known you all my life. You’ve been there for me in my darkest days. It’s about time I returned the favor.”

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Malec + Coffee Shop AU

thank you @achilleanragnor for inspiring me to write this for @shadowhuntersaumondays ❤️ (can also be read at Ao3)

Standing in line at the newly opened little coffee shop a block away from his apartment, Magnus leaned to see if he could spot some tempting baked goods to bring back with him while he continued his design. His clothing line almost done there was just a little thing missing– something he couldn’t put his finger on; it was frustrating to say the least and is how he found himself wandering the block in hopeless look of inspiration. Feeling tired from all the stress the past months locked up with his designs had caused him, (creating a clothing line sure as hell isn’t easy, but it’s also the most fun he’s had in his life so there’s that). The small cozy coffee shop had appeared like an oasis in the middle of a desert, and before he knew it, Magnus was in line at what appeared to be a brand new coffee place.

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Chipped (Brett Talbot)

Brett x Reader

A/N: It’s funny when @lazyneonmonster, in the distance, are reading one of mine and @bonniebird‘s conversations and get ideas from it. xD

You helped Brett to keep the stressed and probably scared dog Brett found on his early morning jog. The animal wasn’t injured but Brett insisted that you’d meet up with him and help him to get the dog to Deaton to get him checked.

The dog didn’t have a leash, no collar with tags nor an ear tag, Deaton decided to test if the chip-scanner would get any indications so you could track the possible owner of the stray dog.

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Me: *typing that shklance thing i’m doing* Ah time to rest a bit.
Me: *hanging out in the shance tag and suddenly seeing Shallurance*
My curious ass: hmm I’ve never seen Shallurance content before… *reads the whole thing*
Brain: Hmmm
Me: No. DON’T. YOU. DARE. Don’t you fuckin dare! Stop. STAH-
Brain: Werewolf AU
Me: Fuck you. Fuck you that’s brilliant. Agh I hate you BRAIN!

the Shallurance I’m talking about by @fratboyshiro

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anonymous asked:

Are they're any fics with the pack in a polyamorous relationship that includes everyone from season 1 and 2? I've been looking but I can't find many. Thx so so much

Some of these are s1 and s2 but mostly they’re just polyamorous pack! (I didn’t add pairings since their all pretty much everyone/everyone.) And our polyamory tag.  - Anastasia

Originally posted by dylanobrienthingss

melt by stonerskittles

(1/1 I 912 I Explicit)

“Oh Peter…”

10 Things I Hate About You by Arriefifangirl

(1/1 I 1,918 I Mature)

Stiles loved his pack he really did. Even though Jackson acted like a jackass, Scott started ignoring him, Danny was replacing him, Isaac hated him and Derek thought he was a waste of space. Stiles hated the things they did but he did not hate his pack. Not a little bit. Not even at all.

Running With Wolves by BabyMilk

(1/1 I 3,069 I Explicit)

Stiles is courted by his pack, but he doesn’t play favorites

Down, Down, Down by DontTouchMySeaweedBrain

(1/1 I 3,775 I Teen)

It’s just the adrenaline. That’s all.

East by TheEloquentDecadent

(1/1 I 4,063 I Explicit)

The pack has an agreement. Whoever needs to be the center of attention for the day sets the paddle on the kitchen counter.

It’s Isaac’s turn.

Isaac is sprawled across his Alpha’s lap in his softest nightie, Boyd in his mouth. He thinks this might actually be heaven.

Pack Dynamics by Inell

(1/1 I 4,263 I Explicit)

Scott decides it’s finally time to make Stiles his official alpha mate, and the pack helps them make sure the process is a success.

Give Me Something Else (Than Affection) by Schizzar

(1/1 I 4,779 I Mature)

Isaac has trouble with authority. A lot of trouble with authority. But when some new hunters decide to use Isaac’s weakness to their advantage, his Alpha turns out to be the only one he feel safe with.

Christmasing With You by lonniek

(2/2 I 4,931 I Not Rated)

It’s the holidays, and Isaac’s “holiday cheer” is missing…until Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson are done with him, that is.

And Then There Were Five by SuperfluousEmi, Winchesterek

(1/1 I 5,003 I Mature)

Derek, Lydia and Stiles have settled into their post-apocalypse life. Everything changes when the time comes to bring their children into the world.

You’ll Never Be Alone by werewolvesandarrows (nerdy_farm_girl)

(1/1 I 5,559 I Explicit)

He watches through the haze as Scott pulls off his shirt and lays flat on his back, giggling like an idiot when Stiles licks a long line up the side of his neck. Stiles’ obscene fingers curl around the salt shaker, white salt stark against Scott’s skin, other hand plucking a lime from the bowl sitting in front of Lydia and placing it between Scott’s teeth. “Stop laughing asshole,” Stiles demands, not able to follow the command himself as he attempts to fill Scott’s belly button was tequila. Scott’s still giggling, rivets of alcohol running across his abs and down the cut of his hips. Derek’s mouth begins to water as Lydia starts screeching at Stiles to get on with it. It’s both the best and worst thing Derek’s ever seen. Stiles lips sucking harshly against the column of Scott’s throat, the absolutely awful slurping as he sucks the tequila up, Scott’s laughter quieting when Stiles’ closes his mouth over his lips, biting at the lime but not pulling away nearly as fast as he should have. Derek’s jeans are feeling a little tight and there’s a part of him that wants them to keep going, wants to watch.

Children of the Wild by GeorginaWolf

(5/? I 7,074 I Teen)

n the Kingdom of Beacon, everything changed when the Fox King’s most important and trusted visor died by unexpected circumstances.
However, a day later there had been several rumors of a wolf/dog-kin by the name of Scott McCall who had killed the adviser.
All wolf-kin without having a paid permanent certificate were to be chased out and put down.

Six years later the Prince of Foxes slipped out of the guards security and travels far beyond the castle walls in search for adventure.
‘Adventure’ came in the form of two massive wolves and a Pack that won’t let him go back home.

Loving is sharing ~ Amar es compartir by Karenmightbereal

(3/? I 9,786 I Explicit)

After years of being away from home, the pack members slowly come back to town. With the Hale House turned into a mansion for them to share and a future threat in the Horizon, the least they thought they had to worry about was the relationships between them. Turns out it did matter, A LOT. 

pockets full of stones (lay me down) by Trojie

(1/1 I 11,037 I Explicit)

It’s a toss-up as to whether Stiles would prefer the screaming night-terrors about all his friends dying, or the statistically-significant likelihood of supernatural disembowelment that comes with wandering comatose around this freaking town after dark.

Stiles can’t sleep. Scott’s pack is falling apart around his ears, and yet apparently the biggest problem in their little world is that Stiles can’t sleep. Stiles does not feel good about this.

when all my world is sleeping by Loslote

(1/1 I 46,020 I Explicit)

Now that Beacon Hills is finally at peace, Derek’s pack has time to bond. But as they form relationships and learn to love each other, will they be strong enough to survive the looming threat of the alpha pack? Will all their hard work pay off, or will Derek lose everything for a third time?

Scarlet by Red Whip the Destoyer of Law (tajita_chan)

(17/19 I 75.065 I Explicit)

Fed up with being taken for granted and tired of feeling rejected, Stiles starts to pull away from the pack he’s not sure he’s even a part of in the first place. Along the way of building up his self image, he meets some new fabulously flamboyant friends and rediscovers a side of himself he’d forgotten about.

I Wanna Fuck You Like An Animal. - Bucky x Reader

Just a lil post here for y’all :)


Inspo: Nine Inch Nails - Closer (song HERE)

Warnings - Shower, wet-nakedness, lil kinky, some shower lovin’ (shower sex), not my best writing I must say.

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