#doomed yuri got me fucked up <3
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something something worship
#reverse 1999#vertin#schneider#verneider#vertin x schneider#doomed yuri got me fucked up <3#anyways the uhh on your knees in worship uhhh taking part in the body of christ (homoromantic)#I had more draws but I didn't wanna take too long on finishing them lmfao#they make me go soooo GRRRRRRR#bonding over shooting each other and shit <333 being doomed together oooooOOoOO#my art
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playing a game with myself called "inventing a man and scaring myself with it"
Note: Not all of these predictions are meant to be taken literally, more figuratively/metaphorically/so on. You get it.
Note 2: lighter the text, the more likely i think it is to be (in part or in full) true
ALSO. thank you @maxknightleyunofficial for the yuri box.
bingo transcribed below [with additional Author's notes!]:
Limbus Company Predictions
Row 1:
Sinner Number correlates to recruitment order. (Which, yes, would imply Dante joined LCB before Sinclair, Outis, and Gregor. No points)
Another character based on a poet (or philosopher) is introduced.
HM: Ovid SWEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Meursault's source material is his backstory: he works for the LCB because they saved him from the death penalty
The E.G.O gear the Sinners are attuned to all corrode because the gear or their attunements are imperfect. As in: your LC nuggets got that good shit [because the LCB doesn't have Cogito & can't manufacture E.G.O gear: the Sinners have to "connect" to the Abnormality instead, however that works] / are better [than the LCB Sinners]
The psychosis warning is for multiple Cantos and/or side stories, but one of the Cantos needing that warning is Meursault's.
Row 2:
Sinclair goes tree mode. I will not explain any further.
Limbus Company wants to be the new L Corp, or at least be continually influencial to whoever takes the spot.
The Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil; [it will be] a constant theme.
Dante cannot "eat" (the apple), and thus is not "doomed to die" like the Sinners.**
**The Sinners are named thus because they "partook" in the fruit: these moments, from blissful yet tormentous naivete to a sudden sinful upheaval, are highlighted in their Cantos. Gregor's was cutting the apple (crossing the boundary from child to war machine); Rodion's was killing the tax collector (her desire to be a hero completely upended by her actions leading to the deaths of all her neighbors); Sinclair's was following Kromer / letting her into his life (specifically allowing Kromer into his basement and witnessing The Horrors)...
**This could imply LCB as the serpent in the garden, but more than anything, Dante is Eve. [Iori could also be the serpent she's got the range. swagever. It'd be funny.]
HM: Or even worse, the opposite is true.
Sinners will get upgraded versions of their base E.G.Os;
These versions have relation to the shadows cast in their E.G.O portrait.
Ishmael's white whale is a Library of Ruina character.
Row 3:
Faust's Faustian Bargain is classically straightforward: she "sold her soul" for knowledge.
HM: The Devil in this exchange is the LCB.
Outis is in the middle of her years-long Odyssey as we speak.
HM: It's why she's one of the last Sinners
Purgatorio & Paradiso
Outis, Don Quixote, and Hong Lu are using fake names
Dante (prior to the events of the game) has been on the Outskirts of the City, or even left City limits.
HM: They're from outside the city
Row 4:
Gregor is an abnormality / abnormality-like; Hermann's "gift" to him is that. [Honestly he'd be one in the same way Tomerry is, but further than that? He's more than just a genetically modified soldier is what I'm trying to get at.]
Iori
^ HM: Lion, Panther, and Wolf were sent to Dante as a test. [Idk what kind of test it'd be. Trust me.]
At least one Sinner will Distort, and possibly multiple
Likely Hong Lu, Ryoshu, Rodion, Heathcliff, Faust, or Meursault. Don seems obvious.*
*Colors are likelihoods, not pairs. Though I don't see it likely that they all will distort UNLESS SOMETHING FUCKING HAPPENS
*ADDITIONAL hard mode (so hard it's mode): Meursault Distorted before joining Limbus
the golden boughs are the remnants of Carmen's body or essence / the byproduct of the Seed of Light. [That's NERVOUS SYSTEM, baybee!]
Dante goes to Paradiso alone / with only Vergilius (I forgot how it went :( idr if Dante Dante's Inferno went up there alone)
Row 5:
Something bad happened to Gregor's sister :(
HM: She's still alive. This is a bad thing. [Leaving my wording vague here on purpose.]
Marie (L'Étranger) is in the Blue Team (with Demian); Gretchen (Faust) is in the Red Team (with Hermann). Gretchen switches teams? [Honestly likely Faust hasn't encountered Gretchen either!]
There is yuri moments and maybe even yaoi moments (not Yuri)
SINCLAIR. Yi Sang, Outis, Ishmael, Meursault, Outis again, Hong Lu, HM: Outis Wife Penelope
Angela.
Dante knew Carmen
#mango japery#limbus company#projmoon#bingo#oh god transcribing that took forever. WOE#i'll stand by my golden bough theory it feels way too obvious#carmen LOVES haunting the fucking narrative have you guys taken a look at the decals & graphics in the UI lately#she's in the ID cards she's in the title cards are you fucking kidding me#could've sworn she's in more but my man..... my guy.......... *breathes heavily
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Ok yay another round of first impressions!!! Again, spoilers for Fionna and cake below the cut! (Episodes 5 and 6)
Episode one:
- I became more invested in this episode the further it went, I ended up liking it a lot!
- farmworld society is real neat. I like how ice Finn became some demonic figure to everyone
- FINN GKT KIDS
- I liked the character if the main Finn kid (forget his name already damnnn)
- the forbidden romance was funny, but they left that universe so quickly, I want to know what happens!!
- Simon curses
- what thr hell is up with the pink goop
- Farm Finn mentions his wife is dead (CMONNN). Not sure exactly who she could be, but I’m guessing farm huntress wizard, based off of a few of the kids designs. Specifically the one with ginger hair and green eyes. The soup thing is interesting too
- OH MY GOD THE OLD JAKE IS SO ADORABLE GRAHHHHHH
- and I love that Cake actually likes him like aughhhhh
- (this is hurting my soul)
- most important note: THERE WAS A CHICKEN FOR A SPLIT SECOND I WIN AUTOMATICALLY
Overall solid episode!
Episode two:
- yeah I know what’s gonna happen. Tumblr prepare yourself
- wait I forgot about the yaoi subplot haha
- anyways time to see photos of half naked Marshall everywhere for a week now too
- ok real meat: winter king. He’s a lot more cunty than I thought. The song and animation was gorgeous!!
- why did they draw his crotch like that. WHAT cmon I can’t be the only one. It’s so… well defined. Anyways
- the whimsical gunters were perfect. Especially the fairy
- the ice Marcy??? What??
- FUCKING. CAKE. SAYING WINTER KING AND SIMON SHOULD MAKE OUT AT THR END KF THE SONG. like damnnnn she is freaky. That would have been quite something though
- oh god. Wait, is this gonna be the oncest thingy now..? Fandom wise… cake you’ve doomed us all!!
- ahem
- oh yeah bubbaline! (Garylee..?) it was a very cute montage!! And I like Gary’s candy kingdom esque idea for his bakery.
- MORE LEMONFEMS (Lemoncarb?? I don’t know how to spell it)
- idk about you guys but I like them. Well, I don’t like how they did Gary. But still. Very good
- ok back to fionna
- yes!! Candy… queen! (The name to no one’s surprise haha) she pretty much was exactly what I expected. I love her
- her song was also great!!
- unfortunately I guess her existence is short lived lol
- won’t stop me… with the power of fanart!
- I like the scene where she rolls off the bed
- yeah at this point I was sort of suspicious of winter guy
- lobotomy… thr best remedy…
- the way winter king just lets Fionna embrace him right in front of actual Simon is fucking crazy haha. I’m sure cake was loving it
- THE HE
- WHAT THR HELL
- well, the team handles trauma together….
- interesting, this universes pb is like, exactly the same haha.
- oh yeah, Fionna ain’t straight at all. You saw how she reacted when pb caressed her
- oh yeah final winter king impressions: I hate him
- also the fact he acknowledged Betty died and couldn’t give a shit. Fuck him forever
- csnt lie I’m a little sad it’s not a direct swap universe like my little theory. But ofc that’s not a problem at all, just me predicting stuff wrong
- not letting that go tho. Passionpeachy I won’t fail you. Doomed yuri is always the answer
Ok that’s pretty much it!!! Overall I really enjoyed these episodes, and I’m gonna have a good time seeing everyone else react to them :3 but now I get some sleep. I got school tomorrow
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I unfortunately lack the time right now to go through the list, so use this as an excuse to answer any of the OC questions you want. If none in particular, answer every single one.
(cracks knuckles) Here we go :)
This is the OC ask list, by the way!
I’m gonna answer them all so…. Be prepared.
And, Doll and Grace, if you’re reading this since you got pinged, hi. Forgive me, there’s a lot of text under this cut.
Doll, you were mentioned because I discussed shipping OCs.
Grace, you were mentioned because I wanted to share your Sketch design with the world.
Love ya. Sorry. Let’s get on with it.
Your Oldest OC:
That title would probably have to go to Rynne! I’ve had her for several years now, and she originated as a cringe sona-but-not-it’s-like-me-but-a-sadist-with-a-scythe sorta characters. Gosh, she’s so old, I have no relevant art to show of her!
Your Newest OC:
It’s been a while since I’ve developed a truly new OC…so it’d have to be Drisco and Castarian. They debuted in the mind at the same day, but Castarian made an appearance later so technically he’s the newest!
Favorite OC:
I don’t have an overall favorite… but I do pick and choose favorites from each story I have. A couple of my favorites include Maroon, Jay, Switch, Dislan, and Rynne.
Any Villain OCs?
Go read Masked.
Plenty! Outlander, of course, but we can’t forget Dhá-Aghaidh, Jynx, or Dr. Kruger, now can we?
Main Reason For Making OCs:
Mostly for story reasons that spawn. However, I do have fandom OCs, (and some of them happen to be the most well-known!) but I will inevitably end up working them into a story. OCs spawning from roleplay is a rare sight, and it’s only happened once… believe it or not, that’s how Karmin came into existence!
Describe Your Character Creation Process:
Step 1: Concept for a silly guy comes into my brain.
Step 2: Come up with a basic design for them to be changed later.
Step 3: Inflict soul-crushing pain.
Step 4: Have so much fun inflicting pain that I have to remind myself that it’s supposed to be a story. Suffer without coming up with actual story elements.
Step 5: Receive divine inspiration and everything comes together and I’m so fucking back baby.
Repeat Steps 5 and 6 until done.
Fav OC Ship:
Castarian and Drisco. They’re not a couple, but they have feelings for each other. They each blame each other for their deaths and refuse to see the other’s way. They separated themselves and feel the crushing loneliness l, but when they’re together they can’t stop arguing.
Drisco wants nothing more than to HURT Castarian, but only HE can hurt him, no one else, since he is the only person Castarian has wronged.
Castarian hates Drisco’s facades, violence, and methods, but those are what helped him in life. Drisco holds the power to make Castarian feel good about himself… and he’s dependent on that.
Do You Ship Your OCs With Someone Else’s OCs:
For everyone else who doesn’t know, my OC Jaide gets to be in a doomed yuri with Sky (the asker’s OC!! Hi Marci <3)
But I do have quite a few characters shipped with those belonging to @corrupted-tale. Like my OC Dislan and her OC Pix. And my Narrator with her Lady Luck.
Weirdest OC:
I’d have to say Bi Solomon earns that title. He’s a fascist furry who reinvented capitalism in a post-apocalyptic world. (And by furry I do mean he’s a Creature btw).
Favorite OC Design:
I REFUSE to let that achievement go to Drisco so Night! ILY Night!!!! You’re so cool and gender and badass!!
Not the greatest picture of it, since it actually has 4 arms and a cool-ass sickle… but oh well.
Would You Consider Yourself Nice To Your OCs:
Go read Masked.
Haha, not at all. They all suffer underneath my thumb, no matter how beloved they are :)
An OC You’ve Killed:
The easy answer are OCs like Jaide, Levi, Drisco, and Castarian, since they’re ghosts and that’s their whole gimmick.
It’s actually rare for me to kill off OCs and leave them forever, since I feel like they die before their potential is fulfilled. But the previously mentioned fascist furry Solomon dies (good riddance), and I have a pantheon of gods that get slaughtered in a different story!
Are Any Of Your OCs Parents:
Go Read Ma
Besides Jaide, I do have some others! I have a royal family group of OCs, with King Leonard and Queen Beatrice being parents to a chaotic group of kids.
Dr. Kruger, while not physically being a dad, is burdened with being a single father as punishment for being too William Afton core.
Are There Any OCs You Find Yourself Neglecting:
Each OC has gotten their time in the spotlight, but I haven’t developed all of the characters from that royal family. And I have waning interest if the cast of Ora and the Rift in Time…
There are concept OCs I neglect since I dunno what to do with them. Like Brittlebrine. He started off as a cool concept for exactly one day and then I never thought about him again. And I’m still conflicted on Devon…..
An OC that’s difficult to write/draw/rp:
Vipsi’s hard to write, despite having little screentime. She lost her mind, but I don’t entirely know how to write insanity arcs. Not to mention that I didn’t really know how their story should go…
My entire godly pantheon is difficult for me to draw (except for Lux, since I’ve had her design figured out). I don’t have finalized designs for some of the less important gods, but the design ideas are difficult…
Out of the few OCs I’ve roleplayed, Karmin has been the most difficult (which is ironic, considering she originated from one). I have to actively consider what is going on in her brain and how to present it in a good way. But it’s okay since she’s only ever been in two rps ever.
Your Tallest & Shortest OCs:
My shortest is probably Gemi! He’s less than 4 feet tall. Truly a little guy.
And my eldritch being OCs are the tallest. In their most incomprehensible forms, they’re about 40-70 feet tall? It fluctuates, since they’re impossible to comprehend. But they’re very large.
Your Oldest and Youngest OCs:
As much as I’d like to say my youngest is Levi, he was born 500 years before Masked present! That means that Ora is likely my youngest, being 7 or 8.
Just like with height, my eldritch being OCs take the cake for being the oldest. They’re all billions of years old, except for Thirio and Tsumi. Epithymia is the oldest of them all, but if Nova were still alive, he would’ve won the crown.
Do You Dislike Any Of Your OCs?
Mr. Bi Solomon deserved that bullet to the brain. See you in hell, you corporate motherfucker.
Have You Ever Made A Self-Insert?
Oh yeah. My sona Doodle doubles as a self-insert when I don’t want to make an entirely new character with a flat personality since they’re based on me.
Branching off of Doodle thanks to some sort of evolution is a self-insert named Sketch. Sketch is what happens when I want to ship myself with characters, but they will be the star of the SPM fic I have planned!
Here is the current design for them, made by the lovely @gracebeth3604! (Cropped to avoid spoilers </3)
An OC Regret:
I have OCs that spawned from ideas that I didn’t fully know how to handle well, or problematic media. They were all from when I was younger, though, so all is forgiven and those OCs have been sent to the fiery oblivion.
Weeeelp that’s all of it! If you’ve read this all, I’m super impressed! Thank you so much, but you’re gonna forget all this. I hope it was worth it to you! ❤️
#artbabble-tm#ask game#ocs#cosmoknightchaos#oc: Rynne#oc: Drisco#oc: Castarian#oc: Maroon#oc: Jay#oc: Switch#oc: Dislan#ahit oc outlander#oc: Dhá-Aghaidh#oc: Jynx#oc: Dr. Kruger#ahit oc karmin#ahit oc jaide#friends’ ocs#oc: Bi Solomon#oc: Night#ahit oc levi#oc: King Leonard#oc: Queen Beatrice#oc: Vipsi#oc: Lux#oc: Gemi#oc: Ora#oc: Thirio#oc: Tsumi#oc: Epithymia
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Deadendia Book 3/Entire Series Thoughts
Spoiler Warning obvs, but ill leave the spoiler thoughts under the cut.
General thoughts
Holy shit Hamish's art got so much better as it progressed. I loved the general style of book 1 don't get me wrong, but the polish in book 3?? Im so excited to see their next works
I love how each character progressed, I don't read graphic novels normally so I'm not sure if this is the norm but some stuff felt rushed. Natural for the character's arc but it happened so quickly
I'm so gay for the men in this series. I'm so sorry for the stuff I will draw on alt accounts. Hamish if you see any of that I am so sorry/you're welcome?
The representation and just general experience of the characters (much like the Netflix counterparts) made me feel so seen as an individual in a way any other media has not.
Every outfit in this book served cunt
I wish I got the e-book version somewhere so I could take better screenshots
SPOILERY THOUGHTS
This is mostly me gushing about how gay I am with a few plot thoughts spread in the midst as I think of them
I loved how Barney and Logs were never portrayed as perfect for each other, even being a point of making the "perfect" ending weird for them. It felt nice. I wish Az had more time to develop a dynamic with Logs but like, page space and the amount of time you have in a comic series is limited. (this leaves more space for my brain to fill in the gaps so its fine)
Norma and Badyah was the long game, Normyah enjoyers I hope the pay off knocks your tits clean off. I also LOVE Zagan being a rebound, I believe in doomed Yuri.
GGGod I wanma fuck the mustache off this man. sorry. I think I hauve covid
I love that we got SVTFoE ending but good. Not to compare the series since they are VERY wildly different but I'm glad stuff wasn't handwaved
Hamish that one patreon post abt "THE WRITER'S BARELY DISGUISED FETISH" I get it. I saw Barney in both the wrestling out fit that made it into the book and on patreon and man I fucking get it
I liked Courtney's deal of trying to be a martyr for the gang but I do wish they had more like foreshadowing in the first meet up in book 3. I know they call it an "opportunity" but that combined with the really prim way of speaking the entire time felt really no it.
I like this page :)
Barney's mom was too real. She felt too real i needed to stare at the ceiling for a bit reading her bit.
PETER??????!??? Never trust a Peter.
The world was worth one life and that life was worth the world, idk what the point of that sentence is but everyone agreeing to risk everything to right one massive wrong was really sweet idk
Pugsley voice: You two met on Grindr I'm calling it
Do you think Pugsley would be the homophobic dog. I know its ooc but it would just be really funny to me specifically
HAMISH CAMEO AS COURTNEY'S DAD???
DANNY'S GAY??????
Oh i like the way Hamish uses Barney's hair to differentiate between the worlds (Blue in the 13th reset, natural orange in the 14th and then pink in the OG world)
Pink haired Barney is my fave...
I think Badyah ate this book, honestly like serve queen
Seriously logs with a mustache is really making me feel unwell. I keep looking at him. Logs if you're out there PLEASE DM ME.
Please keep creating Hamish I really wanna read the new stuff you've been teasing on Patreon. Big Boy now in my hands please please please please
#karpramblings#deadendia spoilers#not tagging anything else since i just wanna have the spoiler tag incase people following me have it blocked
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idk anything about your ocs but please tell me about them (most notable ocs & how many you have) i want to get into the goldeneclipseverse
Originally I was gonna answer this with any but I decided that all asks directed to me instead of my ocs will just be. A text post. I will be answering asks to my blorbos with art tho
The most notable ocs have to be the main character, love interest, villain, and those badass side characters so I'll go over those :3
I have too many ocs to count btw
So of course the main character is one of the most notable characters, so let's talk about Devanna. Btw I have their names in color bc all the people I'm about to talk about use she/her pronouns.
Devanna is the main character, though being the second person to die in the whole friend group (they all have to die at some point) and of course has her love interests Uni/Allisa (2 names for her ig) and Angelica. She ends up marrying Angelica though falling for Uni first. Uni liked her back too but Angelica decided to be a fucking homewrecker an- ahem Angelica confessed before Uni could :3. In the end Angelica marrying Devanna is what caused her demise (if you think hard enough). So uhh Angelica was a homewrecker and killed the main character yippee
The love interests! (I talked about them above but I'll go more in depth)
So Uni was the one that showed Devanna around the school, taught her some life lessons, was her mental support and like kimda her therapist. Yeah they were like. Totally crushing on each other (doomed yuri teehee) but Angelica her other love interest had to go ahead and try to take her away from her. Even Ginger tried to stop them from getting together but nope :/
After Angelica started dating Devanna, Uni had nobody to help her in her mental state and with no relatives or friends she got crippling depression. Self harmed herself too :(
After Devanna died she tried to kill Ginger (everyone thought he killed Devanna) but ended up not being able to bring herself to do it. Then they became friends. Eventually dead Devanna learned that Uni loved her and uh. It gets complicated
Da villians 🔥🔥
We have Ginger, The Almighty, King of Oozlings, and The Puppeteer with their right hand woman. Ginger cursed (it allowed him to take-over Devanna',s body btw) Devanna in an attempt to make her and Angelica break up cuz he still loved Angelica. But the dumbass forgot to read the fine print and The Almighty took over his body instead. Then The Almighty killed Devanna <3 (dw that's the very end of the story)
Really Ginger just wanted his lover back. He didn't want to kill her. And The Almighty just wanted his mom back.
The King of Oozlings basically controlled all the oozlings. Oozlings are basically zombies but they have this black ooze coming out of their mouth and eyes. He really just wanted to fiz humanity though. The world was shit so he decided to become this very powerful being to make it not shit. He failed.
The Puppeteer controlls everyone. Every villain was made by him. Every terrible thing that happened to people was because of her. Every thing is under their control. They have no excuse (he goes by all pronouns btw) and her right hand woman just wanted free will.
I don't want to ramble anymore so some cool side characters are Ponnie, Magmar, Radianta, Frost, and Luna. Send em an ask!
Anyways I'd prefer if you send asks directed to the ocs instead of me but uh I'll do posts like these sometimes :3
Bai!!
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FE3H:HI Shadowbringers - Part 3: Defenders for Enbarr
House Isekai Shadowbringers AU Masterlist Here
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4 Years into the war, the siege of Enbarr has begun, with Dimitri, the Blue Lions, SEES, and Class VII rushing to its defense.
In the present, the mysteries surrounding the Agarthan helping House Isekai continue to grow, and the biggest question becoming more and more prominent: Why are they here?
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Garreg Mach Monastery, Present Day…
Kazuma, Yuki, and Sitri rushed down the stairs to the entrance where everyone was readying their weapons.
(Aqua) “There you guys are!”
(Yuri) “Looks like it’s the Blue Lions up first.”
The former Blue Lions class walked casually towards the entrance conversing with one another. It looked like they hadn’t noticed them yet.
(Kurumi) “Wait, something’s not right. Why would they be just strolling right up to us if they were ready to attack?”
(Ainz) “Hmph. It may be possible they’re trying to feint us. We should remain on guard and-”
Before she finished that sentence, Class VII, Doomguy, and S.E.E.S came into view right behind them.
(Megumi) “They’re okay!”
(Cocytus) “DO YOU THINK THEY HAVE BEEN TAKEN HOSTAGE?”
(Sebas) “The Pleiades and I will move to intercept before they arrive, Lord Ainz.”
(Sharon’s Voice) “Oh, that won’t be necessary, Sir Sebas!”
(Kazuma) “GAH, FUCK!”
(Sitri) “DWAH?!”
(Yuri) “GODS-DAMN IT!”
(Megumi) “EEK!”
Everyone spun around but lowered their weapons once they saw Sharon standing right behind them with her signature unsettling smile.
(Aqua) “Do you REALLY have to keep doing that!?”
(Sitri) “S-She’s a friend?”
Yuri took a deep sigh and sheathed his sword.
(Yuri) “Yup. This is the retainer of House Isekai.”
(Sharon) “It is a pleasure to see you all again!”
Sharon bowed as the others finally made their way through the gates.
(Rean) “Everyone!”
(Minako) “I’d say it’s good to see each and everyone of you again buuuuut...I’d be lying.”
(Minato) “Tactful, Minako.”
Doomguy gave them a thumbsup.
(Dedue) “House Isekai? What are you doing here?"
(Ainz) "That's something we would like to know as well."
(Sharon) "Well, perhaps we can discuss this inside with tea once everyone arrives?"
Sara glanced over to the side and noticed Sitri.
(Sara) "...Who's this?"
(Sitri) “H-Hello...”
(Kazuma) "Oh right. Well, this is Sitri."
(Everyone) ?!
(Sara) "As in-?"
(Yuuri) "Byleth's mother, yes."
(Sylvain) “Well uh...That doesn’t exactly bode well.”
Everyone looked at Sylvain.
(Ingrid) “I’m sure we have loads of questions for each other, but let’s get inside first like Sharon said.”
They nodded and made their way to the Mess Hall.
After a few moments of everyone getting situated, they began discussing what had transpired for the past 5 years. Sharon and Doomguy remained near the entrance to keep a lookout.
(Yuri) “Good to see the Blue Lions fighting back in their own way, despite all the risks.”
(Dedue) “It was not easy. Especially with the risk of SEES being discovered.”
(Kurumi) “Oh yeah, you guys have been here the longest out of all of us right?”
(Minako) “Something like that. Mitsuru-senpai, can you explain?”
She nodded.
(Mitsuru) “When we awoke, we found ourselves 4 years later in the middle of Alliance territory. Fortunately for us, they were neutral in the war and we could move somewhat freely in towns. Claude informed us of what happened after our disappearance, and we were directed to help Dimitri.”
(Ainz) “So, what’s the situation like?”
Mitsuru paused for a moment before continuing.
(Mitsuru) “It’s far more complicated than we realized...”
The sound of footsteps came from the door, with Sharon and Doomguy in front of the newly arrived group.
(Edelgard) “More so than you could have ever predicted.”
The rest of the Black Eagles came into the room and made everyone but the Blue Lions, SEES and Class VII jump out of their seats reaching for their weapons.
(Yuuri) “E-Edelgard?!”
(Kazuma) “The hell are YOU doing here?!”
Dimitri appeared behind her and raised his hands.
(Dimitri) “There is no need for that. They are here as friends.”
(Darkness) “And...D-Dimitri? But...Don’t you-?”
(Edelgard) “Your confusion is justified, but please rest assured, the Adrestian Empire stands with you, not against.”
(Hubert) “If you won’t take our word, then perhaps your friends can vouch for us?”
The Black Eagles stepped aside and revealed-
(Akira) “Long time no see.”
(Yuki) “AKIRA!”
The School-Living Club were the first to lower their weapons, and Kazuma’s group and the Denizens of Nazarick slowly followed suit.
The rest of the Phantom Thieves went inside and everyone sat at the tables.
(Makoto) “It’s...quite good to see you all again.”
(Ryuji) “Heh, not that we had any doubts!”
(Kurumi) “How did you guys know to come here?”
(Kazuma) “Sorry to put that question on the backburner, but can someone explain what the FUCK IS GOING ON?! DIMITRI’S BACK TO HIS OLD SELF AND BUDDY BUDDY WITH EDELGARD, TIME SHIT IS GOING ON WITH EVERYONE GETTING HERE AT DIFFERENT YEARS, AN AGARTHAN BROUGHT SITRI BACK FROM THE DEAD, AND NOW EVERYONE’S TEAMING UP TO FIGHT THE CHURCH?!”
(Everyone) “...”
(Ainz) “...N-Not exactly the most eloquent way to phrase that but I harbor the same thoughts. What the hell is happening?”
(Rean) “Wait a seco-Did you say an Agarthan brought Sitri back?”
Akechi raised an eyebrow and turned to her.
(Akechi) “...Figured they had you six feet under with tighter locks on your grave this time.”
(Sitri) “This time?”
(Aqua) “We’ll get back to that later! Anyways, yes. Some Agarthan calling himself Lahabrea resurrected her with dark magic of some kind. We haven’t exactly been able to tell what he did.”
Dimitri put a finger to his chin before turning to Edelgard.
(Dimitri) “He never explained that he was going to do that before to me. What about you?”
(Edelgard) “This is news to me as well.”
(Megumi) “You...know him?”
(Dimitri) “He is why we are all unified under one banner to take down the Church.”
(Everyone) “...”
(Kazuma) “WHAT?!”
(Sharon) “Perhaps we should start at the beginning?”
(Edelgard) “Indeed, though I admit the details are a bit lacking from our point of view...”
(Dimitri) “Then I will begin...”
----
(Dimitri) “5 Years ago, after the Battle of Garreg Mach, the casualties sustained on both sides forced everyone to retreat to their respective territories, since no one could hold the Monastery.
Edelgard had officially declared war on the Church of Seiros, and by extension, the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.
The Leicester Alliance as a whole remained neutral, though several territories flocked either to the Empire or Church whether out of fear, persuasion, or patriotism of their home country.
Without the interference or aid of the Alliance, the two sides could engage the enemy without holding back.
However, the most crucial part of this war, was due to the missing presence of House Isekai.”
(Kazuma) “Huh? Why the hell were WE the reason you all could duke it out with each other?”
(Edelgard) “Because you were wild cards.”
(Edelgard) “Your presence in Garreg Mach was not only noted by your classmates and the Church, but to the entire world. Whatever plans Rhea and I had planned were stopped completely into its tracks by your appearances.
Rean with Valimar, a massive Ashen Golem whose sword could cleave the strongest of fortress walls, not even including the skills of your Orbal technology with the rest of Class VII.
The summons of the Persona Users, who could change the tide of a battle within an instant using their full power.
Ainz Ooal Gown and the denizens of Nazarick, the strength of a Tomb who surpassed the strongest of this world.
The Doom Slayer, a name which even the demons of hell tremble to utter the name of.
Not only were you all insanely powerful, you all were unified under a banner not hung anywhere else in the world, House Isekai.
You had no allegiance to any nation of this world, and that meant you could end any of us single handedly.
(Minato) “We were a deterrence then?”
(Edelgard) “Correct. And when you retreated from the tomb that day, you had announced to Fodlan that you would wage your own war against everyone. Which meant that no one could afford to hold back, knowing you were here.”
(Minako) “Which means when we fell...”
(Hubert) “Yes, no one stood in our way.”
(Hubert) “Three years we spent our time fighting each other. It would have been likely that many more years were to pass were it not for rumors that troubled both sides.
The reappearance of a group of Persona Users.
(Mitsuru) “We were not aware that someone had made it here before us.”
(Makoto) “And you already know about our group so that means-”
(Dedue) “Yes. We confirmed it to be Yu and his group. They remain in Derdriu to protect Claude and investigate the Agarthans. But it was because of them that both sides rushed to finish the fight.”
(Yuki) “Huh? Why would you do that? Sure Yu and his friends are strong but its only one group against 2 nations.”
(Dedue) “Thankfully, it meant none of you were dead.”
(Hubert) “But because of that, that means at any time, you all could show up and put every one of our plans to ruin. Thus, the Adrestian Empire moved to strike first, going straight for the occupation of the Capital of Faeghus.”
(Dedue) “We moved to intercept their forces, and the Alliance moved to stop us both from intruding on their territory, which brings us to the Battle of Gronder.”
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https://www.reddit.com/r/FireEmblemThreeHouses/comments/jaaxlr/blood_of_eagle_and_lion/)
(Dedue) “Our armies clashed at Gronder and it was a bloody fight. The three leaders had nearly succeeded in wiping each other out then and there, but were stopped due to the intervention of a masked man with the former professor of House Isekai with him.”
(Megumin) “Byleth was there with Lahabrea!?”
(Dimitri) “It was those two that got Edelgard and I to snap back into our senses. They showed us what the Church and the Agarthans had been plotting behind all of our backs, and right as they finished, that was when our true war began. Agarthans began teleporting in from out of nowhere, decimating our forces. Then, the Church drew their trump card. Their “angels” descended from the skies, turning the skies from grey to a blinding white.”
(Edelgard) “I ordered our retreat from Gronder as the “angels” tore apart our frontlines. We had not formally made an alliance there, but in due time we would due to what was to come.”
(Minato) “Which brings up our part, I guess. A year had passed since then when we arrived at Dimitri’s front door, and we learned that the Church had imposed some sort of martial law. They would be spearheading the effort in the war, crushing any who opposed them. The Church seemingly multiplied in their forces, grabbing any able body and putting them into battle with a sword in the name of Lady Rhea.”
(Dimitri) “With Lahabrea revealing the truth to me behind the Tragedy of Duscur I had somewhat become clear headed again, knowing who our real enemy was. I was not keen of my people becoming subjects of a war not even against the Empire anymore. Rhea had become mad with power and obsessed with killing Edelgard and Byleth. It was then I sent a courier to Edelgard and Claude, requesting we unite our nations to fight the Church. All the while, we were receiving aid from Lahabrea, telling us where to go and such..”
(Minako) “From Lahabrea’s advice, we became the couriers. Slayer went to Enbarr while we took to Derdriu. It took us a month for our plan to help Edelgard to begin, which is when Class VII arrived.”
(Dedue) “We have acted as subjects of Rhea while moving covertly to aid Edelgard in the battle against the Church and liberating our people from their forces.”
(Rean) “This was all about a year ago. It was there we got a full picture of what we were up against and what made Edelgard and Dimitri set aside their differences.”
...
Year 4, Outskirts of Enbarr...
The spirit portal closed behind Valimar, as everyone was transported directly outside of Enbarr.
(Dimitri) “Amazing! So this is what saved you at Garreg Mach.”
(Rean) “It’s only used for emergencies since it drains Valimar’s powers greatly. That fight didn’t take too much out of him, but I want to say he’s about half strength.”
(Minako) “Then let’s not use him again for right now. We need a way out if it comes to that.”
(Junpei) “Holy shit.”
Everyone turned around and saw what Junpei was staring at.
The skies were black with smoke, as the flames from the city raged like a wildfire.
Multiple scores of Church Soldiers rushed through the gates as catapults fired artillery into the city.
(Sara) “Damn, the siege has already begun!”
(Dimitri) “Everyone, with me!”
[Tearing Through Heaven (Rain) - Fire Emblem: Three Houses]
City Interior...
(Imperial) “GO GO GO!”
Several Imperials rushed to the front with spears to meet the soldiers head on.
Ferdinand and Caspar moved with them and drew their weapons.
(Caspar) “Ah crap, they’re back!”
(Ferdinand) “Damn, the attack on the Eastern Gates was a feint!
(Caspar) “Well, no use complaining about it now. Let’s go have some fun!”
Caspar rushed headfirst into the Church forces with other soldiers as Ferdinand turned back to an officer.
(Ferdinand) “Inform the others that the second wave is approaching and we’re going to need reinforcements!”
(Imperial) “Yes sir!”
The officer rushed back to the first checkpoint while Ferdinand joined Caspar.
Bernadetta noticed the soldier first and her heart sank.
More fighting.
(Imperial) “Second wave incoming! We need reinforcements now or we’re going to get overwhelmed!”
(Bernadetta) “Aww...! Okay okay- U-UM, ARCHERS SUPPORT THEM! I’LL GET THE FORCES FROM THE EASTERN GATES TO REINFORCE YOU!”
The archers saluted and rushed out the checkpoint.
(Bernadetta) “THE REST OF YOU STAY HERE IN CASE THE WORST HAPPENS!”
The knights nodded and drew their shields and formed a blockade leading into the deeper parts of the city.
Bernadetta grabbed her bow and made a full tilt sprint for the Eastern gates. Part of her wanted to run away and hide but she knew she couldn’t.
Lives were counting on her.
Shaking her doubt away, she ran through the streets.
...
Akira’s eyes shot wide open when he heard a building explode, and stood straight up.
Looking around him, several of the Phantom Thieves were looking around the area with their weapons drawn.
They were still in their Phantom Thief outfits which meant someone here perceived them as a threat.
(Kasumi) “Senpai, you’re up!”
(Akechi) “About damn time, we have no idea where we are or what’s going on!”
(Ann) “It sounds like a war out there!”
Getting a better look at his surroundings, the room was absolutely massive, with pillars shooting up to the ceiling and red carpets and banners decorating the room.
(Futaba) “I’m getting a scan of other House Isekai members, but I don’t think everyone’s here...!”
(Ryuji) “Wait, we fell down into a cliff into a throne room? How the hell does THAT work?!”
(Morgana) “Not everyone is here? Then where did-”
KABOOM!
(Yusuke) “Now’s not the time, we have to figure out what’s going on!”
Akira dusted himself off and looked to the door.
(Haru) “Our orders, Joker?”
(Akira) “We follow Fox’s idea! Move outside!”
Everyone nodded and rushed to the door before it swung open with Imperials.
(Imperial 1) “INTRUDERS!
(Makoto) “Imperials!”
(Akira) “On me!”
(Imperial Sergeant) “Huh? The Phantom Thieves? S-STAND DOWN YOU IDIOTS!”
The Phantom Thieves were taken aback by the sergeant’s orders, and the soldiers’ looks of confusion.
(Imperial Sergeant) “You’re House...Isekai?”
(Akira) “...Yes?”
(Imperial Sergeant) “We’re sure you have a LOT of questions, but right now the Church is besieging Enbarr! We need your help!”
(Akechi) “Why the hell would we do that, you’re trying to kill us!”
(Imperial 1) “...D-Does he mean Garreg Mach?”
(Imperial Sergeant) “Listen...I’m not sure how you’re here, but it’s been four years since then! Right now, the Church is everyone’s enemy, not just the Empire’s anymore! King Dimitri is on his way to help, but we need to survive this fight if we’re going to get it! And lest you forget, the Church wants you dead too!”
(Imperial 1) “We’ve even met some of your class too. I-I can’t remember their names but, I think they had red armbands?”
(Kasumi) “S.E.E.S...Joker?”
Akira stared at their faces and it was filled with desperation. The sergeant didn’t had a helmet closing off his face, but from the sound of his voice, he seemed genuine.
(Akira) “Alright, we’ll follow along for now. But we want answers from Edelgard!”
(Imperial Sergeant) “Y-You have my word! Sergeant Percy at your service milord!”
(Akira) “Lead the way, Percy.”
[Tearing Through Heaven (Thunder) - Fire Emblem]
Petra’s sword swiped across the chest of a Church knight, and he slumped to the ground.
She plunged her sword into his neck then turned back to the others.
Dorothea disintegrated another group of soldiers as lighting shot out of her hands.
She knelt down to the floor exhausted.
(Petra) “Dorothea!”
(Dorothea) “Ha...D-Don’t worry about me dear. I’m fine.”
That was a lie. The constant fighting was starting to wear her down, not to mention she had to use her magic at full power to even take a single knight down.
(Dorothea) “We need to get to the others and-”
(Bernadetta) “GUYS, THIS GATE WAS JUST A TRAP!”
Bernadetta waved her arms frantically at Dorothea, Petra, and the other soldiers present.
(Dorothea) “-...Tell them this was a diversion.”
(Petra) “We are knowing already! We follow your lead!”
(Bernadetta) “Got i-WATCH OUT!”
A knight who had an arrow through his chest got up and charged at Dorothea.
Petra got into stance while Bernadetta reached for her arrows, but neither of them would be fast enough.
A pegasus swooped in and hit the knight into a building, crashing through the walls and taking him out.
A girl dropped from the Pegasus and shot a spell at the knight, igniting the whole building into flames.
(Annette) “Whew, that was close!”
(Ingrid) “Dorothea, are you okay?!”
Dorothea’s face beamed once she realized who it was.
(Dorothea) “Ingrid dear! Oh, I think I might swoon from being saved by a beautiful-”
(Ingrid) “NOT THE TIME.”
(Bernadetta) “Y-You guys are here already? Not that I’m complaining or anything.”
(Annette) “We had some help!”
Right on cue, Class VII, SEES, and the Blue Lions emerged from the Eastern gates, fighting the Church Knights.
(Dimitri) “Sorry to keep you waiting!”
Ingrid helped Dorothea up and looked around.
(Ingrid) “We don’t see an Inquisitor here. What’s going on?”
(Dorothea) “This front was a feint. Happy as we are to see you, you all showed up at the wrong gate.”
(Dimitri) “Damn! House Isekai, move to the front, we’ll secure this gate!”
Sara kicked a knight to the ground and nodded.
(Sara) “Got it. Come on kiddos, this way!”
As Class VII and SEES ran through the streets, Doomguy remained outside with the Blue Lions.
He destroyed the last of the catapults with his rocket launcher and hit a knight’s face with his elbow, sending him down into the floor.
He was sure he used all of his force to knock him out, the knight got back up as if he were only shoved down.
Doomguy then grabbed the knight’s neck and took off his helmet.
His eyes widened a little bit, then frowned.
The knight tried with all his might to kick Doomguy, but to no avail.
Doomguy had intended to just stun the knights, but after taking the helmet off, he realized that it was unnecessary.
With a simple pull, he ripped off the knight’s head and tossed his body aside.
He put the head on his belt and took out a shotgun.
Things were about to get messy.
...
Caspar cleaved a knight in half while Ferdinand put his sword through another’s chest.
Linhardt rushed to the injured Imperial soldiers and began healing.
(Linhardt) “Come on, stop bleeding, stop bleeding!”
(Wounded Imperial) “S-Sir...! It’s too dangerous for you to-”
(Linhardt) “Shut up.”
Hubert and Edelgard ran up to the front and stood in front of Linhardt.
Two knights rushed toward them, but were reduced to ash as a dark magic spel hit both of them.
(Hubert) “All too easy.”
(Edelgard) “Get the injured back to the checkpoint.”
(Linhardt) “Already on it.”
Edelgard nodded and held tightly onto Areadbhar.
Even more knights were pouring in, and it wouldn’t be long before the Imperials would get overwhelmed.
(Hubert) “I do not think you should be at the front. We would be acceptable casualties if-”
(Edelgard) “I would not be here if I did not have a plan to escape, Hubert. If I am here, then the Inquisitor will show his face, then we can-”
(Sharon) “Excuse me, lady Edelgard!”
The two spun around and almost jumped at seeing Sharon there with a smile on her face. Her wires and dagger were already unsheathed as she bowed in respect.
(Sharon) “Would you like our assistance?”
(Rean) “CLASS VII, FORWARD!”
(Minato/Minako) “ORPHEUS!”
Class VII and S.E.E.S ran into view and pushed back the knights, with the Imperials cheering at the reinforcements.
(Hubert) “That was part of your plan too...right?’
(Edelgard) “N-No. It wasn’t.”
Rean slashed away the weapon of a knight, only for the knight to rush Rean with his bare hands.
(Rean) “Why won’t they go down?!”
Minako’s persona blew away several knights into the wall to knock them out. However, all of them all got back up, weapons still in hand.
(Sharon) “If you would pardon me for a moment!”
Sharon shot her wires forward and wrapped a knight, making him trip.
Her smile faded away into a straight face when she saw the knight break out after a moment.
(Sara) “Huh. Didn’t strike me as the type to break out of YOUR chains, Sharon.”
(Sharon) “It is as surprising to me as it is to you, Lady Sara.”
(Hubert) “What are you doing, KILL THEM!”
(Yukari) “The hell, are you crazy?!”
(Elliot) “B-But we can’t-”
BANG!
The Knight that was fighting Rean now had a bullet hole through his head and fell down to the ground.
Everyone spun around and saw Akira and the rest of the Phantom Thieves with their guns out.
Percy and the other soldiers began moving the wounded out of the battle.
(Minato) “Akira?!”
(Minako) “Y-You just killed...!-”
(Akira) “Fight to kill, they aren’t human!”
(Rean) “W-What?”
The black sky suddenly turned into a blinding white, with the knights who weren’t killed yet suddenly twitching violently.
The Blue Lions noticed the White light in the skies near the main gate and began making their way.
(Hubert) “Well, looks like your plan is working after all, Lady Edelgard.”
(Edelgard) “So it would seem.”
The knights slowly began to cough out white blood as their bodies convulsed, with glowing white limbs breaking out of their backs.
(Akihiko) “What in the hell?!”
(Laura) “What’s happening to them?!”
The first one to finish transformation was a knight near Edelgard.
The knight had formed into some abomination with long limbs, wings, and a head that split into 3 jaws, the skin being a pristine white that showed no evidence of being even remotely human prior.
Sara was the first one to act, splitting it in half with her sword.
Sharon was the next, using her wires to enwrap a knight in mid-transformation and severing the head.
(Caspar) “What are you all standing there for?!”
Shaking off the initial shock, they begun killing the creatures that had just formed.
(Ken) “What are these things?!”
Ken speared one through the stomach as Koromaru summoned a persona and lit it aflame.
Ryuji hit one with his mace, crushing its head in.
(Ryuji) “H-Hey, don’t these things kinda remind you of shadows?”
Ann fired several rounds from her SMG and turned to Ryuji.
(Ann) “How did Shadows from our worlds get in here, and what are they doing in the Church Knights?!”
Fuuka and Futaba began scanning the field and sure enough, they were giving off the same readings as Shadows.
(Futaba) “How is this possible?!”
(Fuuka) “E-Edelgard! There’s a massive signature headed our way!”
(Edelgard) “That means that can only mean one thing...”
[Will and Reason - Tales of Berseria]
The creatures flew away from everyone and towards the gate, where a single knight with a white cape walked in.
With the skies so bright, the light reflecting off his armor blinded a few people.
Dimitri and the others stood next to Edelgard, realizing who was arriving at the gates.
(Dimitri) “An Inquisitor!”
(Inquisitor) “How troubling. I come to cleanse the heretics from this land, and what do I find? The King of Faerghus conspiring with them.”
His helmet shifted from looking at the rest of House Isekai.
(Inquisitor) “And the students not of our world to boot.”
(Minako) “You...you turned your loyal knights into monsters!”
(Inquisitor) “SILENCE, GIRL! These are holy angels of Sothis, who pledged themselves to defend our holy nation from heretics such as you lot!”
(Minato) “Don’t think Sothis would appreciate whatever the hell these freakshows are!”
(Inquisitor) “You DARE?!”
(Edelgard) “This world belongs to us! NOT YOU AND YOUR MONSTERS!”
(Inquisitor) “...Hmph. How very glib. I will make one offer, King Dimitri. Surrender these heretics to me, and I will not mention our encounter in my report. You are hopefully misguided with these...savages.”
(Dimitri) “These ‘savages’ are my friends! I will never! My people may have given into your reign, BUT I WILL SHOW THEM THAT YOU’RE OUR TRUE ENEMY!”
(Inquisitor) “Then by my right as Inquisitor of the Holy Church of Seiros, I HEREBY SENTENCE-”
(Akechi) “Oh, SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!”
Akira and Akechi raised their pistols and unloaded all of their ammo into the Inquisitor.
He took all the bullets to his chest and fell on his back.
(Inquisitor) “...Hmph. I should have known that talking with such savages was pointless.
[Insatiable - Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers]
White blood flowed from the bottom of the helmet while sharp claws burst out from the sides of his body.
His legs began twitching as the rest of his body began to glow a bright white, and that light began to form itself into an insectoid like shape.
When the Inquisitor finished transforming, he had turned into a massive hybrid with the legs of and stinger of a scorpion, but the body of a human with soulless eyes with a golden lance and shield.
The lesser angels rushed towards the groups first, but were easily mowed down by the Phantom Thieves and Class VII’s guns.
The Black Eagles and Blue lions rushed in first ahead of their leaders weapons drawn.
The Inquisitor moved forward slowly, his legs skittering across the floor as he raised his lance.
The stinger impaled the ground, with Sylvain and Felix dodging out the way barely in time.
They were blown back by the impact of the stinger and the ground that shot out from it.
Petra and Dedue swung their weapons at the stinger, but the cut was not deep enough to deal any real damage.
His stinger moved back and dragged Petra and Dedue with him, flinging them into the air.
Ingrid’s pegasus flew into the air, catching Dedue by having him land on the pegasus while grabbing Petra’s hand.
The weight was throwing her pegasus off, and the Inquisitor’s shield arm rose up and struck them into a nearby building.
(Rean) “Valimar, what’s your status?!”
(Valimar) Awakener. It is likely I will run out of energy if I were to intervene.
(Rean) “Damn it!”
(Akira) “ARSENE!”
(Minato/Minako) “THANATOS!”
Akira, Minato and Minako summoned their Personas to fight the Inquisitor head on.
Rean motioned some of the group to follow him as those three kept him distracted.
Thanatos’s sword blocked the Stinger that almost impaled him while Arsene blew away the lance arm from making another attack.
The Inquisitor rose a shield without looking as the Persona Users and Class VII opened fire with their guns.
The bullets reflected off the golden shield, not even leaving a scratch.
(Crow) “Well, that’s just great!”
Fie looked at his legs and reached for her belt.
(Fie) “Frag out!”
The grenade landed next to his legs and exploded, making him tilt slightly.
(Inquisitor) “TCH, INSOLENT FOOLS!”
He spun his torso around with his lance aiming straight for them.
The winds from the lance forced Thanatos and Arsene back, lest their users would get blown back as well.
The lance stabbed through the roof they were on and the entire building gave out from underneath them.
Ashe, Bernadetta, and Yukari fired arrows directly into the eyes. They landed their mark and the Inquisitor recoiled in pain.
Dimitri and Edelgard held their relic weapons and jumped into the air, striking directly into his chest.
A bright light shone from where their weapons were crushing into him, and they landed with smiles on their faces.
It quickly dissipated when they found the Inquisitor still standing.
The wounds he had sustained were slowly regenerating.
(Akihiko) “Pretty clear we’ll end up dead if we keep throwing ourselves into him!”
Linhardt and Towa rushed to get everyone from the building who was injured while the others stood there confused.
(Shinjiro) “What do we do?”
...
After finishing off the last Lesser Angel, Doomguy looked at the bridge and saw a massive scorpion monster there.
His visor picked up the distinct red and blue colors of Edelgard and Dimitri.
The Blue Lions and Black Eagles tried rushing at him but that didn’t work.
It was clear to him that they couldn’t fight that thing alone.
Ignoring the sound of gunfire, he looked around for a way to get into the fight quickly.
And that was when he noticed a catapult he hadn’t destroyed yet at this gate.
...
(Rean) “There’s no choice! Heed my call...VALI-...?!”
In the sky, there was some sort of humanoid shaped person dropping in-
No, it was a person!
Doomguy landed on top of the recoiling Inquisitor, and shoved his wristblade straight into his neck.
(Angelica) “Where the heck did he come from?!”
Doomguy looked at them with his free hand and motioned them away.
(Rean) “He’s buying us time, we gotta get out of here!”
(Dorothea) “And leave him to fight that thing?!”
Doomguy activated a sword and jumped off his back.
(Towa) “I-I’m pretty sure he’s got this one! Now come on!”
Edelgard and Dimitri nodded and turned to the others.
(Dimitri) “Grab the injured and lets move it to Valimar!”
Before they could move any further, a black portal appeared in front of them.
Doomguy landed on the ground and used his massive sword to cut off the lower half of the Inquisitor’s legs and his stinger in one cut.
As the Inquisitor lost balance, Doomguy grabbed his Super Shotgun and grappled onto the Inquisitor’s neck.
The sword dug itself into his neck, and Doomguy used his momentum to swing himself around, making the sword cut halfway around his neck.
When he landed again he pulled out his biggest weapon, the BFG-10000 and fired a massive green orb at his center.
The Inquisitor’s upper half exploded into chunks of glowing white pieces, the body slumping over.
Doomguy sheathed his guns and was about to move in with the others before realizing the Inquisitor’s body was glowing white.
It was all the pieces he had blown and cut off, fading into bright sparkles before the missing parts formed themselves on his body.
The Inquisitor had regenerated his parts and somehow looked angrier despite the fact his face was incapable of moving.
Doomguy cocked his shotgun before a hand with a black glove and sleeve was put on his shoulder.
(Lahabrea) “I think you have done more than enough, my friend.”
(Inquisitor) “AN AGARTHAN? I THOUGHT THAT YOUR KIND HAD ABANDONED THESE HERETICS.”
(Lahabrea) “They have. But I have not. I’d rather you didn’t kill them, they’re too useful to me.”
(Inquisitor) “YOU ARE IN NO PLACE TO MAKE DEMANDS!”
(Lahabrea) “Yes yes, quiet down now. We will speak later. I’ll make sure your golem is with you.”
He raised his hands into the air and snapped, making everyone teleport away.
The soldiers, The Black Eagles, Blue Lions, and House Isekai in an instant left the battlefield.
...
Garreg Mach Monastery, Present Day…
(Edelgard) “...Lahabrea never did tell us what happened that day.”
(Rean) “We were teleported pretty far, to the point we could see the entire city on a hill. After a few minutes, the sky turned back to black, and he teleported next to us, telling us where to go.”
(Ainz) “But, a siege was ongoing wasn’t it? I doubt it ended JUST because you left.”
(Dimitri) “The only answer we got was...not to worry about it, which does NOT bode well.”
(Yuri) “What? But...We still have reports that you all are in Enbarr. It’s been months since you left, right?”
(Edelgard) “And that’s what has me worried the most...”
(Akira) “Lahabrea told us to come here first before we were to return, and he said not to worry about the time it’ll take to get us here.”
(Kazuma) “To Garreg Mach? What’s for you guys here?”
(Minato) “Well, first there’s you all, but I don’t think he accounted for that so...”
Minato turned to Sitri.
(Minato) “I think he wanted us to come for her.”
(Sitri) “I find that a little hard to believe, honestly. I’ve been dead for so long I’m not sure I have anything to offer with knowledge.”
(Aqua) “She’s not a fighter either, I’m not sensing any magic from her.”
Emma adjusted her glasses and looked at her as well.
(Emma) “Neither can I.”
(Ainz) “That doesn’t make sense. She was resurrected with what we’re assuming is Dark Magic, right? Then she should have some semblance of magic we can detect...”
Sitri examined herself and put her hand to her chest.
...And that was when she noticed something off.
(Sitri) “Huh?”
(Megumi) “What is it?”
(Sitri) “My...my heart. It’s not beating?”
(Sara) “...Just like Byleth.”
Sitri realized what Sara had said and turned to her.
(Sitri) “His doesn’t beat either? Then how is he...How are either of us alive?”
(Demiurge) “Perplexing. We’re able to detect life force from Byleth, so despite that abnormality he IS indeed alive. You on the other hand...”
(Kazuma) “Wait a second...are you like Wiz?”
(Albedo) “Who is Wiz?”
(Kazuma) “She’s an undead friend of mine, a Lich. If Sitri was resurrected by dark means then...”
Kazuma moved over to Sitri and grabbed her hand.
(Kazuma) “Aqua. Cast some baby healing spell or something.”
Aqua shrugged and did as he asked, a bright light formed from her hands and onto Sitri, making her hand recoil back.
(Sitri) “O-Ow!”
Kazuma reached for Darkness’s hand. She at first hesitated but when Kazuma raised an eyebrow, she sighed and gave it to him.
(Kazuma) “Drain touch.”
(Darkness) “OOOOOOOOW! OWWOWOW!-”
Sitri felt the pain go away in an instant when she felt Darkness’s life force enter her hand.
(Kazuma) “Sorry. And thanks to both of you.”
Sitri reached for her hand and stared at it in confusion.
(Miki) “Does that mean she’s a...?-”
(Junpei) “Holy SHIT, SHE’S A ZOMBIE?!”
(Yukari) “I’d hit you for saying that but...I don’t think thats far off the mark.”
(Cocytus) “THAT EXPLAINS WHY WE CANNOT DETECT HER LIFE FORCE LIKE WE CAN WITH YOU ALL...”
(Yuri) “Wait a second, you knew about this?”
(Shalltear) “It was...just a suspicion we had. We didn’t want to say anything until we were all here.”
(Akira) “Hmph. Fair enough. I think we would’ve done the same thing.”
(Kasumi) “Um, so getting back onto the topic at hand, Lahabrea made us come back for Sitri, who’s now an undead...But why? Why resurrect her at all?”
(Edelgard) “Not to mention how he didn’t bring this up until now. What is he playing at?”
(Kazuma) “And another thing. He seems to have a hard-on for our Household while the rest of the Agarthans just want us dead. I get why we’re important to you guys, but why him?”
(Everyone) “...”
A heavy atmosphere took over the room before Yuki spoke up.
(Yuki) “U-Um, excuse me.”
Everyone turned to her.
(Megumi) “Yuki-chan? What is it?”
(Yuki) “What time is it?”
Ryuji pulled out his phone and checked.
(Ryuji) “Hm...According to the phone, time in Fodlan’s about 9 in the morning. You forget something to do, Takeya?”
(Yuki) “Should...it be THAT bright outside?”
Everyone paused for a moment before slowly turning to the door behind them.
The outside shone an eerily bright white on the grass, and the wind appeared to stop blowing against the trees.
And the sound of footsteps seemed to be approaching from the main hall.
Megumi got the School-Living Club and Sitri behind her as everyone slowly stood up and reached for their weapons...
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Year 4, Outskirts of Enbarr...
(Lahabrea) “Yes yes, quiet down now. We will speak later. I’ll make sure your golem is with you.”
He raised his hands into the air and snapped, making everyone teleport away.
The soldiers, The Black Eagles, Blue Lions, and House Isekai in an instant left the battlefield.
As he turned around, another portal appeared beside him.
(Lahabrea) “I trust you find your new sword to your liking, Byleth?”
Byleth stared at the weapon. It resembled and functioned just like the Sword of the Creator, even down to the whip function. But...
(Inquisitor) “Y-...YOU ARE THE-”
(Lahabrea) “Ah, allow me to introduce my friend, good Inquisitor-”
The middle orb started to emit a dark purple, making Byleth’s reflection fade away into black.
Lahabrea looked to the side and saw Byleth’s white hair blowing back from the dark aura flowing from the sword.
Byleth’s free hand moved down his face, the Crest of Flames glowing a bright red and floated in front of him for a brief flash.
He took a step toward the Inquisitor, making him step back in terror.
(Lahabrea) “-Byleth. Wielder of many titles, Child of the Fell Star by the Agarthans, The Ashen Demon by Fodlan and yourselves but to me...
The Warrior of Darkness.”
PART 3: END
[Escape - Darling in the FranXX OST]
The forecasted rain wets us
What should I say to you, as you tremble? My soaked blazer is cold and heavy
I feel as helpless as a chick who’s left its cage. I felt that my dreams were on the other side of the heavy clouds
I digested only the sweet pain that spread in my chest
I wonder if it’d be better if I’d never met you
Hey, I can’t even see the stars
Hey, my tears won’t fall either
To Be Continued in:
#crossover#House Isekai Shadowbringers#fire emblem three houses imagines#fe3h imagines#byleth eisner#sitri eisner#minato arisato#minako arisato#akira kurusu#Edelgard von Hresvelg#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#Persona 3 AU#Persona 5 AU#Trails of Cold Steel AU#megumi sakura#sara valestein#School-Live! AU#fanfic#satou kazuma#Konosuba AU#DOOM AU#doomguy
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back from Finland and my nightmare flight situation got really fucking funny (and awful) at the end so I’m gonna tell you the whole goddamn thing. cut to save you from Airline Stories.
I mentioned in a previous post that I had to sprint through Heathrow to get to a flight, and it wasn’t my fault. that turned out to be just the beginning but here’s what happened.
airline randomly decided to change my flight to an earlier time
I found out about this from a 3 am text that I read at 8 am on my way to work
cool I have to leave work much earlier
I do that. it was about to rain in New York so it was a good goddamn thing. no subway delays at all.
I sit at the gate for a bit. an hour before boarding, there are still zero airline employees to be found
what the fuck.
I google my flight number. it is not at the gate I’m sitting at.
great.
I walk over to the new gate, the lady there explains “it got changed.”
fine. I’m still on time.
….
the flight is not.
the rain started while I was in the airport and New York is gridlocked, and they barely had enough flight attendants to take off
I check my flight information. I have a connection in Heathrow that’s an hour after my flight and my flight is delayed…you guessed it. an hour.
I’m definitely gonna miss my connecting flight
I accept this (I am on a lot of anxiety medication) to deal with when I get there (thank you, medication!) and go to sleep (so. much. medication.)
arrive in Heathrow
announcement on the plane says that the connecting flight to Helsinki is also delayed, and to see them up front if you are getting on that flight
so I talk to them
“they’re leaving at 8:20 (it is now 7:50), so you can make it but you have to BOOK”
me: “GOT IT.” *takes off*
*accidentally knocks off a baby’s blanket. does not stop, like an asshole. yells EXCUSE ME to every British person in the way, while elbowing them, I’m from fucking New York, MOVE*
“few people runnin' about” happens
gotta go through security first
lady at the desk spins her computer monitor to show me what it says when she scans my boarding pass: “please proceed directly to gate 9”
me: “TRUST ME I FUCKING KNOW”
someone in front of me for some reason has every glass bottle in the world, doesn’t speak enough English for the security people to explain that it’s fine so long as there’s no food or liquid in them
somehow I get through and make it to the gate
“if you had been 10 minutes later you would’ve caught us, but you’re good!”
phew.
find out later that my family had a similar yet worse experience in Frankfurt. ha.
turns out that was only the fucking beginning. because I still had to come back. here’s how that went.
day 1:
I’m supposed to fly out Saturday at 3 pm. my brother is flying out Saturday at 7 am. Friday night, we are on our way to the BnB and I double check my email.
surprise! my flight has changed. now at 7 am.
ughhhhhhhhhh
fine. I’ll just go to the airport with my brother.
we do that. Air BnB host nice enough to wake up and drive us—for a price, but a pretty good one.
they had a sauna and I had to skip out on using it (I only got to do it once) and I was pretty upset. fuck you, airline.
get to the airport at the asscrack of dawn
I check my email in the car one more time
….
wait a second
the date on this is for Sunday
fuuuuuuuuuuck
screw it, I’ll wait around until their service desk opens and have them put me on a flight
1 hour: nothing
I try and call them. on a janky phone that has issues with phone calls
customer service is closed, because Europe
call the US number
customer service is open and in English but it rings a few times and then I get a message in Icelandic and it hangs up.
….I’m never flying a Scandinavian-based airline ever a-fucking-gain.
2 hours: nothing
fuck. this.
I start googling hotels by the airport instead. check into one. get a shuttle there. room itself isn’t too expensive, but not money I really have.
oh fucking well
I pass out.
wake up, have to leave the hotel to get lunch, come back and read Yuri on Ice fanfic
oh daaamn this hotel has a sauna
tight
get smoked reindeer pasta at the hotel restaurant
go to sauna again
go back the fuck to sleep
day 2:
airport shuttle at the asscrack of dawn but this time I’ve slept all day
feeling annoyed but optimistic. this will suck but at least I’m rested.
get to the airport
once again they have changed the airline on me. this was not self-evident in the email
haul my ass to the right terminal. thank fuck there are only 2.
that last sentence is foreshadowing
in line for getting my ticket (b/c of course I can’t check in at a kiosk) and two people in front of me are going through the same shit. airline answered their phone calls tho and promised them money back
feeling more hopeful
am now flying through Amsterdam. they can’t print my connecting flight boarding pass. I will have to get it printed at the airport when I get there.
there is only an hour between the flights
I am hit with a sudden premonition of doom
but am still hopped up on anxiety medication
here we go again!
make it to Amsterdam with no drama
phone battery is dying. my external battery stopped working abruptly and there’s no charger on the smaller planes. it wouldn’t charge at the gate; was plugged in but draining. I turn it off. charges 2%.
more foreshadowing
I get off the plane and have to ask where to go to get to the correct airline. someone directs me. it’s a different terminal. I run-walk over there, knowing what’s about to happen.
passport control. spend 5 minutes panicking that I don’t have an e-passport b/c I don’t know where to look for the logo. turns out it’s on the front cover! I’m a dumbass.
get there. can’t check in/print off boarding pass
oh boy
have to wait in line for a service rep
this wait takes 35 minutes
I get to the front. my seat reservation somehow does not exist
she manages to print off my ticket. and call them to tell them I’m coming.
looks me in the eye: “you run.”
me: “I run.”
I do that.
new gate is 2 more terminals away
Amsterdam is fucking big and I have now run across 3 terminals of it.
the Dutch are better at moving out of the way than the English
I make it to the gate and people are there yelling “New York? New York!!”
make it on the plane. phone won’t charge. ...... great.
no podcasts for me! I watch a Stonewall documentary, a gay rom com, and a slew of nature documentaries.
at least I’m on brand.
make it to New York in one piece. meet a nice German lady and everything.
it was hell coming back here from Greece but from Scandinavia it’s fucking amazing.
anyway
slight panic after going through passport control. I handed them my receipt, promptly forgot I did that, then got my baggage and began looking for my receipt to show to the next set of cops.
receipt was gone
ummmmmm
I empty out my entire bag
nothing
I ask the lady next to me if they kept the receipt
she says yes they did and I nearly collapse. guess there’s no next set of cops this time around. it’s different every fucking time.
she sympathizes. we have a nice chat. she has family in Helsinki and just got back from Greece and Italy.
Scandinavians are not friendly. FUCK I missed New York.
because some people will assume otherwise if i don’t say so: it was not a white lady. I really really missed New York.
I manage to make it to my subway stop with no more drama than wondering why I’m the only person on the train
I realized literally this morning that it’s almost a holiday weekend. oops.
make it to my apartment door
they installed a new front door while I was in another fucking country
(there were issues with the old one)
sign on the door says go see the super. who never answers his door, only the phone.
my phone battery is now at 10%
….
super’s not answering his phone. or the door.
7%
text and call neighbors who live near me. leave messages. try not to panic.
feel raindrops
look up
there’s a storm cloud coming in
I hear thunder
this is the point where I started laughing
I try the super’s other number
“uhhh you changed the door”
“you were sleeping!”
“I was in FINLAND!”
“okay, give me a minute, I’m on my way”
5%
turn phone off
super appears. I am not soaking wet and laughing hysterically. yet. if he’d been any later it would’ve been another story
make it inside. plug in phone. it’s at 3%
answer all my family’s frantic texts, order food delivery, take a shower, go the fuck to sleep, and sleep 14 hours. felt fucking great.
go to work today because it’s 4th of July and if I don’t I’ll only be in for two days. oh well!
#adventures in text posts#finland 2019#travel#I was dreading the flight#I had just got back from greece and didn't want to fucking do it again#everyone was telling me it would be okay#well#this. is. why.#I'm parking my ass in new york city for 6 months and you'll have to drag me out by my teeth to get me to leave#I can do this again next year god dammit. for this year: no more!!
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30 Amazing Questions Only A Genius Could Answer.
( insert obvious clickbait thumbnail)
As requested by @judyxd26
THIS IS OBVIOUSLY MY OWN OPINION. DONT @ ME
JUST MONIKA (I see you there)
Probably Yuri. The Shy/Yandere anime trope has been used a little too much recently.
Has to be "Your Reality". I gives me the feels everytime. EVERYTIME.
"Sayo-nara" gotta be my least fav. Not because its bad or anything. It just gives me scary flashbacks of Sayori. TOO SPOOPY FOR ME.
Most afraid? Hmm, if ur talking about the jumpscares, I would say Natsuki when she snaps her neck. (DID I SAY THERE'S SPOILERS HERE?)
I would say Monika. I always try too hard for attention :3
Look most familiar?? First of all, im a dude. *LOOKING AT MALE VER DDLC CAST* ok, its either Sayori or Monika. Can't decide tbh.
I used my first name BOI. GOTTA HAVE THE FULL IMMERSION.
10/10. Despite the warnings everytime you open the game and at the game page, I never took it to consideration. Sayori's death really took me by surprise.
Sayori maybe? MC's texts during that part was deep. If deleting Monika is considered a death, I would say thats the most saddest one. Monika realised the mistakes she made and she regretted them. But it was too late as she was slowly getting deleted. On a side note: I didnt delete her in the end, her conversations were very interesting. My sister forced me to delete her tho :/
(Lets keep the next few questions short, Im trying to get some sleep 😪) Sayori: I like that she's optimistic. But she's too sensitive i'd say.
Short girls are cute. Manga IS literature. DONE.
I like that she's shy and all but im not very fond of the idea of playing with knifes. DONE.
SHE IS BEST GIRL. SHE IS THE ONLY CHARACTER THAT FEELS REAL. SHE DESERVES A ROUTE. SHE IS A GODDESS SEND FROM THE HEAVENS. SHE THICC BOI, FIGHT ME. (I should have been a little more serious😅 There is more reasons at Question 29.)
Monika's poem. DONE.
NOPE, IM A HYPROCRITE. TRIED ONCE, FAILED BADLY.
I would if I COULD ACTUALLY FINISH READING MY BOOKS FOR ONCE. *glares at the full collection of Harry Potter at the corner of the room*
Pretty often. Not enough to fix my spelling tho.
Once. The English Club at school. Pretty boring.
Like I said before, im a dude. Soo yea, MC is my only option.
Yuri. For obvious reasons.
There isnt a character that I "want" to be a guy but i'd say Sayori looks fine as both genders.
I havent seen any fanart of Monika as an animal yet. So, Monika then.
If Monika had a route I would totally pick that one. Since she doesnt, i would pick Natsuki's.
Probably Stephen King
They did such an amazing indie game last year. Can't wait for the next one.
Yuri i guess. My yandere mode becomes active sometimes :3
Actually I have. Not the best experience.
(Skip this one if you want to. It's veryyy long.WARNING, It's about to get serious) I actually sat through a good 50+ minutes talking with Monika.In that time, she tells me how every time I quit the game, she feels like she's "dying", and enters a "living Hell" full of static screaming, flashing and darkness, and despite the fact that she feels as if her mind is disjointed in this space, she's still aware enough to remember it all every time we come back. There's also the fact she's fully aware all of her "friends" are simply mindless programs lacking free-will whose sole purpose in existence is falling in love with the player.I quit and loaded up the game a few times, and she asks you multiple times to please not put her through that torment, but eventually just says she'll have to relent that you can't always have the game open.Then I kept going, and got Sayori to tell me how she's super appreciative that I took the time to get to know them all and help them with their problems (however little I actually did), and that they all loved me. Credits are rolling, and I notice that the CG's aren't being deleted, until the very ending where the entirety of the Main Menu is deleted.I fucking broke Monika's heart and she subjected herself to living in an eternal near-death hellish blackness, and still the last thing she does for me is sing me a song about how much she loves me and wishes I'd been able to love her back. Deleting her causes her pain, but she was still conscious of everything and in control of the game files. Quitting puts her in a near-death state filled with suffering.I know it's only an AR game and none of it's real, but I'm literally sitting here with tears in my eyes because no matter what you do, Monika is doomed to an existence of agony, and the last thing she believes is that we probably hated her.I can't handle that shit, man, I didn't need to know. Couldn't you even let us believe there was some solace?
The game broke me psychologically and left me traumatized for 3 days.Sayori's arc made me feel sick to my stomach and sad, Yuri's arc scared me, and Monika's arc broke my heart and made me sad again.What part of psychology makes depressing horror enjoyable? Why did I love and enjoy a game that hurts? Maybe because the characters are so real and I've grown attached to them? I don't know. Either way I love DDLC, the community, and the fan content, but I don't know why. I guess it's because the main grip of the game is the 4 girls themselves, you grow so attached to them that it feels like your losing close friends. Making characters in any video game likable is hard but this game is an example of it done right, adding along with the story makes DDLC truly an experience.( finally, im done. I need a rest rn before I have a mental breakdown)
#monika ddlc#ddlc natsuki#ddlc memes#ddlc sayori#ddlc#doki doki sayori#doki doki is not oki doki#doki doki natsuki#doki doki literature club#doki doki precure#just monika#ddlc monika#monika#monika after story#serious question#incorrect ddlc quotes#harry potter#james potter#potterhead
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Annual rec list 2018 edition
Multi-fandom reclist y’all!
Fandoms represented: 7
Part 1:
Voltron: 37 fics
Teen Wolf: 155 fics
Part 2:
Boku no Hero Academia: 9 fics
Yuri!!! on Ice: 3 fics
Harry Potter: 2 fics
Marvel: 23 fics
Kingsman: 21 fics
250 fics, under the cut!
uuh, pay attention to the author’s tags for potential triggers. I highly recommend opening this in your browser and use the “find in page” feature to skip to the fandom/ships relevant to your interests.
if this shows up on your dash and the “read more” isn’t working, I am so sorry.
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Voltron
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13575843
What comes through the bond by sedna_mode
5k, gen,
Pidge gets her period. The boys feel echoes of it
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12045429
Change of Plans by kitausu
26k, Lance/Shiro, AU,
When Shiro is left at the alter, he decides to go on his honeymoon alone. Enter Lance, the man Shiro had hired to take him and his would-be bride on a month long tour of Europe.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13892394
Strike a Match by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
5k, Shiro & Lance,
Shiro realizes why his head hurts, and Lance is faced with the reality of responsibility. Based on art by Littlecofeiart.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12282321
Signals by epiproctan
40k, Lance/Shiro, Shiro/Keith, Lance/Shiro/Keith, sex pollen, friends with benefits, pining, STDs,
Space is infinite, and varied, and the possibilities that exist in it are numerous. Despite knowing this, Shiro never imagined that he’d find himself the host of alien bacteria that makes him frequently and unbearably horny. That’s exactly where he ends up though, which is unfortunate for a number of reasons discussed herein, but namely because emotions are messy, and so is biology, and so is war. But maybe somewhere between words like, “It’s just sex,” and, “You’re like a brother to me,” three people can find love. And the mission that ruins Shiro’s life might just be the one that saves him, too.
(Or, Shiro fucks up, fucks Lance, and fucks Keith over. And things are never the same again.)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13864146
it's all about the team by clairelutra (exosolarmoon)
1k, Lance/Shiro, pre-slash,
Lance, Shiro, and an escape from formal execution. All in the day of the universe's legendary defenders, right?
It was only halfway there that he realized that he didn't have a clue how to hand Shiro the key when the key was most definitely not in his hand and he had no way of discreetly getting it there. He couldn't exactly hand Shiro the key with his mouth.
Lance wasn't very good at forethought today, was he.
He kept paddling even as his extremities went numb at the realization, his mind silently, helplessly reeling as Shiro approached like oncoming doom.
Wait, he thought when he was a mere five feet away from Shiro. Mouth.
Lance had a mouth. Shiro also had a mouth.
There actually was a way he could hand Shiro the key, it just didn't involve hands.
...This was going to be awkward as fuck.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12234321
As The Flower Blooms by aestivali
7k, Lance/Shiro, sex pollen, bottom shiro,
While undertaking a mission on an alien planet, Lance and Shiro encounter some troublesome flora - and need each other's help to ride out the effects.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14948963
The Last Blues by Atalto
3k, Lance/Shiro, h/c,
He’s left with Red, with Lance, who invited him in with an uncertain, almost nervous smile, who rambled unconsciously all the way from entrance to cockpit, who sat him down with a small bowl of rehydrated food goo and a cup of milk that he promised was pasteurised.
Shiro thinks he needs space after coming back, but the truth is far from that.
In fact, all he wants is contact after being alone for years, which Lance is happy to oblige.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14701146
Never Better by avoidingavoidance
3k, Lance/Shiro,
After a hard battle, Lance comes to comfort Shiro, and both of them end up being more honest with each other than they'd intended.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13874268
Listen by SuccubustyKisses
43k, Lance/Shiro, clones,
When you can’t hear what you’re told to, you find another way to hear it. Or: Lance can’t stop thinking about what Shiro was trying to tell him, and as a result he makes a life changing decision.
Preview:
“Shiro!” Lance wakes up with a scream, sitting up in his bed. His hand is held in front of him as his chest heaves. Curling his fingers into a fist he pulls his hand down in front of his face, fighting back the frustration bubbling in his chest. “God damn it, Shiro.”
Knowing he’s not going to get back to sleep Lance stands up, stretching his arms up high above his head. With a yawn he settles back down and slips his feet into his slippers, one red lion and one blue. With a sigh of resignation he opens his door and shuffles quietly into the hallway. His feet lead the way as his mind struggles to leave his dream and catch up. Before he can realize it he’s standing in front of Red, hands fisted at his sides.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12816384
Circle by starbear (panda_hiiro)
13k, Lance/Shiro,
(Shiro POV) A routine exploration mission goes awry, and leaves Lance and Shiro with an inexplicable connection to each other. In attempting to untangle the new bond between them, they draw closer to each other, but is that actually a good thing?
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14485782
do you got plans tonight? by kalakauuas
5k, Lance/Shiro, AU,
Lance doesn’t know this guy, but he knows that being stood up is no fun, so. He takes matters into his own hands.
(and maybe holds Shiro’s while he’s at it.)
...
alternate title: just according to keikaku*
*keikaku means plan
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13784256
Little Talk by sxofstardust
1k, Lance/Shiro, pining,
“Hey, uh… are you okay?” Came the dreaded question, the grimace to follow upon hearing it being completely against his will, and poorly did he conceal it with an aversion of his gaze. “Whoa, okay, I’ll take that as a no…” A pause, followed by the sound of shuffling which tempted Shiro to look and see just what exactly the other was doing. “… Do you… wanna talk about it?” Lance sounded far too enthusiastic in the offer.
With a hesitant look tossed the boy’s way, Shiro could practically see the hopeful gleam in his eyes, bright and blinding. Lance appeared ready to leap into action, as though he had something to prove, though what exactly that was, Shiro hadn’t the faintest. Still, the offer had been presented to him, and though words of dismissal had been on the tip of his tongue, the elder found himself hesitating.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14308173
Relax by robotjellyfish
1k, Lance/Shiro, massage,
Lance's hands are like magic on Shiro's tense shoulders
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15035519
Sit Next To Me by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
12k, multi, innuendo, massage, scars, flowercrowns, fluff,
A series of fills for Shiro Ship Week 2018
Day 1 - Flowers (Sheith) inspired by this art by Gitwrecked
Day 3 - Stars (Shunk)
Day 7 - Scars (Shance)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14961512
I Want to be There for You by DeathByStorm
1k, Lance/Shiro,
“You've been avoiding me,” Shiro said. “Did you want to talk about it?"
"No," Lance said. He rested his chin on his arm and looked resolutely out across the dead water hoping Shiro would take the hint and leave.
"I guess I'll just sit here and enjoy the sunset with you then," Shiro said. He leaned on the same rock that Lance was sitting against and crossed his ankles. Lance narrowed his eyes and nope, Shiro was definitely ignoring the fact that he wanted to be left alone right now.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15233076
Ignorance is Bliss by DeathByStorm
4k, Lance/Shiro,
Or four times Lance pined after Shiro, and the one time Shiro noticed and did something about it.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15274980
A Visible Soul by fenfyre (Jace)
24k, Lance/Shiro, monsters and mana AU, praise kink, virgin!Shiro,
There was no doubt in Pike's mind: He'd leave the others again as soon as possible. All the more reason to have some fun with the handsome paladin.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14832060
Coming Through The Noise by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
28k, gen, truth serum, PTSD, fluff,
Shiro is in the habit of keeping things to himself. He's always been private, and he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself unless there's a reason to share.
He doesn't get that option anymore.
Or: Shiro got hit with truth spell magic and he might drop dead of embarrassment
Also Or: 5 times Shiro told the truth (because magic made him do it)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14756066
On Camera by kitausu
11k, Hunk/Keith, AU, cam boy, praise kink, fluff,
Keith wasn’t exactly the traditional camboy but It wasn’t like Hunk had any experience with this sort of thing. Mostly, he was hard and his normal tricks just weren’t doing it and he was making dumb decision entirely navigated by his dick (like handing his credit card number off to a camboy website in the first place).
Otherwise known as the heith camboy au no one asked for but I’ve been talking about for 600 years.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15604098
Per Aspera by fenfyre (Jace)
10k, Lance/Shiro(/Shiro), praise kink, angst, astral threesome,
Lance wasn't sure when it had started, couldn't pinpoint an exact date, but if he had to try, he'd say it was sometime after him and Shiro had connected through that psychic link during a battle.
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When Lance and Shiro take a quiet moment in the Black Lion the strange visions Lance has been having get a little out of control.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15420975
lead us into battle and i'll lead you in a dance by ghiblitears
3k, Lance/Shiro, pining,
Two aliens have eyes for Lance at a diplomatic party. Shiro intervenes.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16698706
take a trip to your dark side by Hymn
6k, Lance/Shiro, rough sex,
It's just one of those days, sometimes.
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Shiro narrowed his eyes, leaning back. “Don’t push me, Lance.”
“Oh?” Lance raised his eyebrows mockingly. He stepped closer, put out one hand and poked Shiro in the chest with it, hard enough to be not only rude, but annoying, a deliberate physical taunt to go with the verbal. “And if I do, Shiro? What are you going to do? You want to have a bad day, fine. But then I’m going to treat you just like the rest of us, I’m going to push, and I’m going to needle, and I’m going to tell you that you can’t just be a dick ‘cause you’re not feeling like --”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16518809
The curl of your lips in the centre of eclipse by thatsformetoknow
1k, Lance/Shiro, touch starved Shiro,
Kissing Lance hadn’t been on his morning schedule when he’d woken up today, but somehow here he was; on Lance’s bed, with Lance in his lap, Lance all over him everywhere and Shiro really for the life of him couldn’t bring himself to push Lance away, didn’t want to at all.
Because god, he had one hand in his hair and one hand cupping his face, gently brushing over his skin and tilting his head upwards and it was all Shiro could manage to part his lips when Lance licked at them.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14930270
hold on tight by Hymn
5k, Lance/Shiro, pwp, establish relationship, sleepy ex, bottom shiro,
“‘m too tired to do anything,” Shiro warned, not quite certain he actually meant it.
“You can just sleep,” Lance said, voice muffled by his shirt. “I don’t mind. I missed you, dude. I missed cuddles, and like, your smell, and the feel of having you in my arms, y’know?”
Shiro wasn’t too tired to smile, at least, his heart picking up the pace, stomach fluttering with butterflies. “Yeah?”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/17046572
FootWork by AshesTheTerrible
7k, Lance/Shiro, clubbing, rough sex,
Shiro wasn't the same person he used to be. He used to be wild and young and free. Maybe those parts of himself had been lost along the way.
But for one night, he's determined to reclaim them. Lance is hardheaded and obnoxious and he's everything that makes Shiro want to give into those more primal urges again.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16811572
easier to lose by quiddative
42k, Lance/Shiro, AU, hockey,
"It's easier to lose than to win." - Wayne Gretzky
Shiro is at the peak of his NHL career. Unfortunately, being famous has its downsides, particularly when it comes to dating. And that’s on top of the fact that he’s still in the closet.
However, a chance meeting with college student Lance, who seems to be the only person in the entire city who doesn’t know who he is, gives him hope that maybe he won’t die alone after all. Just as long as he can keep his identity a secret.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16910493/chapters/39728568
Goodbye by SpicyJam, chapter 1: kidge - dirty grind
1k, Pidge/Keith, sparring, dry humping,
request:
i know you just pointed out that we’re all v thirsty for the sweet kidge content and you’re so right.. short drabble prompt: some good old fashioned ‘accidental’ grinding during a sparring session kidge?
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14279403
Behind the Mask by Hannaadi88
4k, Lance/Shiro, aliens made them do it, master/pet, undercover,
Accompanying Shiro to a shady meeting with the leader of the Malachim Shechoreem (or the 'Space Mafia', as he liked to call them), Lance poses as the Black Paladin's pet to add to Shiro's credibility among those who own them.
And while Lance certainly looks the part, neither of them expected him to actually have to play it.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14480427
Old School by chashuu
8k, Blaytz/Lance/Shiro, smut,
When they found Blaytz in an old cryo-pod, hidden away on a planet they’d fought so hard to liberate from Zarkon’s Empire, even Allura didn’t realize exactly who he was at first. The man was a legend, and honestly, an all around amazing guy. That being said, Lance would learn very quickly that the lessons the original Blue Paladin had to teach really were the best thing that ever happened to him.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16378742
the importance of being idle by wajjs
15k, Lance/Shiro, future fic,
It's been years since the war has ended and Lance just keeps running away.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/10024043
Gunna Go Far, Kid by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
3k, gen, de-aged!Shiro,
Shiro finds himself in the body of a six year old. Again.
He's not any more happy about it.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11621454
Brace for Impact by shyfoxes
15k, Lance/Shiro, AU, fight club,
"Not to be rude, my guy,” Lance said, “but you’re wrong. You are worth it. I’m going to prove it to you.”
“By doing what exactly?” Shiro asked, exasperated. “Standing outside Galra Tech with a sign? Spray-painting Zarkon’s car? There’s nothing you can do, Lance.”
Lance held his chin up. “What if I fight you?”
Shiro blinked, jaw dropping. “What?”
“What if I fight you? What if I fight everyone on that list to get to you?” Lance exclaimed. “If I win, you come with me. If I lose - I’ll leave you alone, forever.”
Or, underground fighter Shiro finally learns how to hope again from a persistent guy named Lance.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13817205
Full Moons and the Mornings After by Impetus
6k, Lance/Shiro, AU, fluff,
Lance really needs to stop letting stray wolves into his apartment.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14910051
honey and seawater by your bed by lacking
2k, Lance/Shiro, nightmares,
Lance’s head whips up, his shoulders rolling back as his spine straightens, standing at attention like he’s a fresh-faced cadet snapping off a salute to Iverson for the first time. Pidge and Hunk share a look, eyebrows raised with their lips pressed flat, amused or bewildered by Lance’s reaction, but Shiro makes a sound, metal knuckles pressed against the curve of his mouth, ducking his head as Lance sputters and asks the alien to repeat himself.
“You probably shouldn’t get your hopes up,” Hunk says, stage-whispering behind his hand as their escort leads them out of the citadel. “We don’t know what their definition of a beach is.”
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Lance reflects on his changing relationship with Shiro, understanding both a little more and a lot less than he realizes.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13791507
from your heart by godsensei
2k, Lance/Shiro, injury,
“If you pull this off, Lance,” Shiro says, moving his hand so Hunk can begin applying bandage pressure to the wound, “I’ll make out with you.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12089259
You're All That I Want by saecchii
6k, Lance/Shiro, abo, beta/omega, pining,
Lance doesn't think Betas deserve to be with anyone but Betas. Why would an Alpha or an Omega want him? Surprise, an Omega does want him and he won't let some stupid Earth culture stop him.
Ft. Omega!Shiro & Beta!Lance
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12773484
light up the sky by scriveyner (trismegistus)
27k, Lance/Shiro, abo, omega!shiro, pining,
There was no reason for him to be so upset. Lance let out a groan and buried his head in his arms, ears gone pink. So Shiro had a crush on Allura, so did Lance. Big deal. So Shiro liked to almost inappropriately touch Keith and be overly familiar toward him like they were boyfriends or something, so what? Maybe they were just really close friends. Or maybe Lance was trying too hard to buy into his own delusions and was just going to end up majorly disappointed. Lance groaned again, louder now, and then lifted his head and squinted out at the water.
Had it only been a week he’d been mooning over Shiro?
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Teen Wolf
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4880440
Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband
25k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, bed sharing, fluff,
A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.
Then Stiles shows up.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4064446
Windows by dr_girlfriend
83k, Stiles/Derek, AU, disability, slow burn,
Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.
Excerpt:
“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.
“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”
“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.
“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”
“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”
“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2552132
Love Thy Neighbour by cywscross
22k, Peter/Stiles, canon-AU, fluff,
In which Stiles is an emancipated minor, and – after Peter Hale comes back from the dead – gains a zombie werewolf for a neighbour.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2209359
All's Fair in Love and Videogames by taylorpotato
22k, Peter/Stiles, cybersex, light BDSM, daddy kink,
Neither of them is aware of it, but Peter and Stiles play the same MMORPG. After Stiles moves away from Beacon Hills and goes to college, he and Peter start raiding together by accident.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1058001
(Fake) Winter Weather Brings Us Together by Rawren (Zimothy)
10k, Stiles/Derek,
So naked cuddling with Derek while suffering from hypothermia wasn't really on Stiles' to-do list for the week, but neither was that kiss--so who was Stiles to complain?
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7515700
Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup
14k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fluff and crack,
“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.”
“Oh thank god!”
“Stiles?”
“I, uh, I need some advice.”
“Advice?”
“Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?”
Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.”
“Stiles...what are you doing right now?”
***
Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work.
Partly because their visit was a complete surprise.
But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend.
Or even know who Derek was.
But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1001802
Inertia by apocryphal
21k, Stiles/Derek, road trip, angst, fluff,
The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2297084
Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) by MellytheHun
71k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, therapy, pining,
Or otherwise known as "Derek Goes to the Doctor," wherein Derek gets the therapy he so desperately needs and gets healthy. The clearer his head gets, the more room it seems to have for Stiles.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5168423
The Socioeconomic Repercussions of Mutually Assured Destruction by alocalband
15k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, pining, obliviousness,
"The trouble with having the kind of brain that likes to write essays on male circumcision for an Economics class, is that it also likes to turn PowerPoint presentations for Biology into odes on the perfection of notorious bad boy Derek Hale’s backside."
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1071015
Just A Few Extra Benefits by heartsdesire456
13k, Stiles/Derek, friends with benefits,
When Derek comes to Stiles with a confession that he has trust issues that make any sex life impossible, he offers Stiles a mutually beneficial proposal:
They are close friends who trust each other explicitly, therefore, they can have sex with each other and take care of both his intimacy issues and Stiles's 'virginity' issue all in one no-strings-attached deal.
Derek and Stiles are comfortable with their arrangement... It's everybody else that is waiting for their friendship to be damaged beyond repair.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1913811
The Time Traveler’s Prerogative by weathervaanes
9k, Stiles/Derek, de-aging, fluff,
After the events of "117", Derek doesn't magically transform back into his twenty-five-year-old body. Instead, he's stuck as a sixteen-year-old for an unknown amount of time. So the pack has to learn to deal with it.
-0-
Stiles looks down at his hands and considers it. “If we could time travel, like my dad said,” he starts, “if you could find Derek in my dad's office wrapped up in my dad's coat with his face all full of ash not even able to look his sister in the eye, and you could be there for him, and not leave him alone, and not let him take the fall for everything Kate did to him, would you?”
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/949047
Silver Only Shines in the Moonlight (And I Rise With My Red Hair) by yourguardianangel
26k, Stiles/Derek, vampirism, bloodplay,
Stiles died alone.
He didn’t honestly know what he had been expecting; he had made it a habit to hang out with (and occasionally fight) bloodthirsty supernatural creatures of the night, and that had become a more frequent occurrence after all of that Darach business a while back. As the warmth of his blood seeped steadily through his fingers and onto the cold, filthy floor, he realized that no one was coming, that no one would be there in time.
Stiles couldn’t help the single whimper of utter helplessness.
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Stiles becomes a member of the rapidly growing Beacon Hills supernatural population, to his own disgust, and along the way he finds out a thing or two about himself and the people he cares about most.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1818415
How I Met My Werebunny by Moku
19k, Stiles/Derek, pranks, fluff,
“This is going to end in tears,” Scott told Derek while he watched the man easily lifting Stiles’ desk up with one hand and driving nails into the ceiling with the thumb of the other. “Probably mine.”
Or:
When a Stiles and a Failwolf love each other very much, they’ll engage in a prank war. Basically, it's a mating ritual for dorks in love.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/640428
Delicate by livthelion
27k, Stiles/Derek,
It’s been two days and Derek has apparently overcome his aversion to making himself comfortable in Stiles’ room. “Derek, that’s my shirt.”
“Yes.” He gives Stiles a look, your point?
Stiles grinds his teeth. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”
“I ran out of clean ones.”
Obviously.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1267789
Relationship Status: It's complicated by kellifer_fic
4k, Stiles/Derek, fake relationship,
Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you're like, into me?
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/631410
Truth or Dare by violentcrumbles
8k, Stiles/Derek, curse,
Derek can't tell the truth. At all. It's funny until it isn't.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5180441
Hide Your Lies by planiforidjit
11k, Stiles/Derek,
Derek and Stiles have been secretly together this whole time!
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4020778
Untamed by rosepetals42
28k, Stiles/Derek, AU, harry potter,
Of course, the transfer kid gets mentioned because transfers are rare, but the news isn’t that exciting. In fact, according to Laura, no one even seems to know his first name. The only thing anyone has really figured out about him is that he’s American. And that’s not exactly hard because he obviously has an accent.
The only thing Derek really knows is that, despite other reports, he seems quiet enough, prefers to work alone, and has the most amazing shade of amber eyes that Derek has ever seen.
Not that he’s looking. Obviously.
OR: A Harry Potter AU where Stiles is a Slytherin transfer student and Derek is the grumpy Gryffindor who falls in love with him.
There are also potions, elves, and falcons involved. Oh, and illegal use of magic. Obviously.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1695293
The Werewolf Who Built his House of Brick by Ionaonie
40k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, h/c, fluff,
Now that Scott's human again, Derek isn't their problem any more.
So why can't Stiles stop thinking about him?
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/484359
That Secret They All Know by Salomonderiel
20k, Stiles/Derek, fluff,
Somewhere, somehow, along the line, Stiles went from being the human sidekick of his stupid beta, to someone he gives lifts to when there's torrential rain, to being the one who sleeps beside him on the couch.
And god help him, but, for some reason he REALLY can't figure out - he doesn't seem to be doing much to stop this from happening.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2796392
Agent Halewinkle and the Stilinski Cheer Initiative by WhoNatural
6k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fluff, pining,
PROMPT: Derek is an elf sent to the "mortal world" to bring Christmas spirit back into the Stilinski family and accidentally falls in love with Stiles
He’s a senior Agent of Cheer, decorated numerous times by the Candy Cane Council for his work in bringing joy to the many jovially-challenged families during the jolly season. His attention to detail has been heralded as ‘heartwarming’, ‘inspiring’ and ‘hella swell’ by several respected trade publications.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1787755
Running Towards You by SnowshadowAO3
31k, Stiles/Derek, PTSD, recovery, fluff,
“It’s 2 A.M.,” Derek says. “What are you doing here?”
Stiles turns to him with raised eyebrows. “We haven’t finished Harry Potter,” he says, as if it’s obvious, and Derek just stares at him. “I mean, if you don’t want to know what happens with Fluffy and the dragon, fine. But I personally think that the plot only gets better from here."
In which Derek and Stiles are both broken, but it takes a few paperback novels for them to realize that it makes them fit together just right.
A post-3B Canon Divergence, based on comment that said someone needs to sit Derek down on a couch and read him a nice book.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/613366
A Christmas Hale by Captain_Loki
14k, Stiles/Derek, fluff,
His mouth began forming the word 'no' in a knee jerk reaction, but it died on his lips when he actually looked at Stiles. There was no pity in his face, no sense of moral obligation or charitable intent, he looked...earnest and nervous and so much the sixteen that he was. He realized with a jolt that had his stomach twisting into something that felt nothing like anger that Stiles wasn't asking for Derek's sake.
- The boys spend Christmas together. There's copious amounts of sarcasm, some sharing of emotions and somewhere along the lines feelings develop.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4632642
"We're Not Dating!" by Glissa
16k, Stiles/Derek, frottage,
There must be something in the water supply in Beacon Hills. That has to be the only explanation as to why everyone thinks they're dating.
Either that, or there's something Stiles and Derek don't know.
Or: 12 times the pack, and the pack by proxy, think Stiles and Derek are dating but they aren't, and the one time they actually are.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2188908
Better Than Any Flame by alisvolatpropiis
4k, Stiles/Derek, beard kink,
“You've got something on your face,” Derek says, clearing his throat, resisting the urge to reach up and touch the scraggly beard, to get his mouth on it.
Stiles rolls his eyes but he still leans forward to bump a shoulder against his in greeting. “This thing,” he says, petting it. “Scott and I had a bet to see who could grow a better beard.”
Derek doesn’t even glance over at Scott, who he already knows is clean-shaven; he just holds Stiles’ unnerving stare, trying to figure out the look in those big brown eyes. It's something like innocence, but it's way too knowing, too sure, to be sincere. It's classic Stiles, really. Derek raises one eyebrow at him and strokes his own, better beard, making a show of luxuriating in how full and soft it is. “And you lost so you had to keep yours,” he says finally, fighting a smile.
Stiles tosses his head back in wide-mouthed laughter, and goddammit, Derek wants to lick, wants to taste, wants to feel. Stiles walks past him on his way to the dining room, patting him roughly on the shoulder, winking again. “I missed you too, big guy.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11168268
you’ve got me on pins and needles by jadore_hale
17k, Stiles/Derek, AU, obliviousness,
“At any rate, I’m not here to steal from you. One of the biggest potentially most important moments in my life is coming up and I find myself in need of a custom tux.”
“A tuxedo?” Derek halted, then tried not to laugh as he gave the kid a good look up and down. “Biggest potentially most important moment of your life?”
Derek picked up the broom and started sweeping, shaking his head. “If you need something for your little costume party, kid, rent something from party city.”
-
Stiles Stilinski needs THE perfect suit and Derek Hale is just the tailor to make it for him. Only Derek doesn’t exactly know that Stiles is kind of a famous movie star…
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1817704
Introduction to Zero-Sum Anthropology by apocryphal
20k, Stiles/Derek, fluff, snark,
Stiles buys Derek a set of cooking spoons. Derek retaliates with lunch.
The war begins.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2534624
Cuddle Therapy by alisvolatpropiis
3k, Stiles/Derek, cuddling,
“Dude, did you know that Derek’s into dudes?” Scott asks the question as he shoves a folded piece of meat lover’s pizza in his mouth, last few words turning to mumbled mush.
Stiles tells himself that’s why he has to ask him to repeat it twice, even though Scott-talking-with-his-mouth-full is practically his second language, mastered when they were first graders, along with Scott-needs-to-use-his-puppy-eyes-now-because-words-are-hard-for-him-sometimes and Scott-talking-while-trying-to-pretend-he’s-not-having-an-asthma-attack (now a dead language thanks to the vigorous application of werewolfdom).
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2356391
I Feel We're Close Enough by samann98
55k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, pining, friends with benefits,
Derek's two friends share a look and even Boyd can’t muster up the strength to deal with his pathetic attempt at denial. “Come on now, Derek, seriously? We know about you and Stiles.”
“Yeah, we know you two are fuck buddies,” Erica adds with a smirk, and Derek buries his head in his hands.
“That’s not exactly the terminology I would use,” he murmurs, his whole face burning with embarrassment.
“How else would you describe having sex with your best friend who has no clue you’re in love with him?” Boyd asks, actually sounding curious about his answer.
Derek lifts his head, opens his mouth to reply, but only ends up making a few ridiculous noises that can’t pass for actual words. When Derek finally just throws his hands up in defeat, admitting, “Okay, fine, that’s exactly how you’d describe it,” Erica and Boyd shake their heads at him.
Or the one in which Derek and Stiles are childhood friends, their freshman year of high school Derek makes the craziest suggestion ever, and four years later Stiles decides to take him up on it.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1701203
some kind of karmic-chi love thing by llassah
27k, Stiles/Derek, drugs,
“Stiles, uh. You know I’m totally on your side? Like, I’ll never not be on your side, ever. But you know that weed’s kind of different for werewolves, right?”
Stiles mashes his face into Scott’s chest, tries to burrow down under the comforter. Scott sighs, pulls back and waits until Stiles is looking at him.
“I know. Just—don’t try and make me be the adult here,” he says, hates the plaintive tone his voice has taken on.
“He’s happy, Stiles. And I can’t believe you’d ever think I’d do that to you, buddy,” he says, ruffling Stiles's hair with a grin as Stiles slaps his hand away and hunkers down again, his ear against Scott’s chest, their feet tangled together.
- Derek Hale comes back to Beacon Hills stoned and happy. Stiles tries not to resent him for it, and mostly fails.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1359397
For Love is Not Ours to Command by weathervaanes
18k, Stiles/Derek, fake relationship,
Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right.
-0-
“Why does my dad say that you and your boyfriend are a bad influence on me?”
“What?”
“Yeah, what boyfriend? Dude, you are not allowed to not tell me crap like this. You didn't think I'd like be a douchebag or something. Right?”
“No, wait, what? I have no boyfriend.”
“He says you were with him at the police station.”
Stiles blinks. “Uhm. Oh shit.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/682201
walk me down your broken line by geordielover
18k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, angst, fluff,
The kissing. That’s important, very important. Not that the homicidal lycanthrope dragging him through dirt and fallen leaves isn’t important, but the kiss that follows? The path to this monumental push of lips on lips began even before this ill-fated venture to the Hale house.
The douchebag manhandling him through the forest, hand clamped tight around Stiles’s throat to keep him from screaming, is just a bonus.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/752428
Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain
17k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fluff, obliviousness,
“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."
Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.
"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."
"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/687704
The Morning When It's Clear by BarlowGirl
13k, Stiles/Derek, fluff,
“She makes me have dinner with her and the Sheriff every week,” Derek admits. “She keeps saying I don’t eat well enough. Too much fast food, she says. I keep reminding her I’m a werewolf and then I get a lecture about cholesterol. That doesn’t even make sense.”
“Did you accidentally puppy-dog eye her?” Scott asks seriously.
“I – no? What the hell, no.” He levels a glare at Scott. “And dog jokes aren’t funny.”
Scott laughs. “You totally did. Oh my God. That’s priceless.”
Or: Derek feels, basically.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/5137046
It Can All But Break Your Heart by orbiting_saturn
7k, Stiles/Derek,
Turns out, Derek can’t go anywhere without getting hit on.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3362135
Ruin Me (Take Me Down) by xLostDreamsx
50k, Stiles/Derek, AU, underage,
Driving his teachers and his Dad crazy with his incessant trouble making, Stiles reluctantly accepts young college student Derek Hale as his ‘babysitter’, his Dad misguidedly believing he will be a positive role model to help guide him back to the straight and narrow.
Unfortunately for the Sheriff, he isn’t quite aware that Derek isn’t quite as up-standing as he appears and at the hands of his smart, young, manipulative son with a head full of ideas, his rather weak moral codes soon crumble.
Or put simply, Derek gives in to Stiles and things get hot and heavy pretty fast.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/817564
the shortest distance between two points (is the line from me to you) by decideophobia
23k, Stiles/Derek,
“You—I—” Stiles splutters for a second, scrutinizing Derek’s face. He huffs in frustration. “I take it all back. You haven’t changed at all, you’re still acting like a petulant ten-year-old who unleashes his bad mood on others. You know, all Unleash the Derek style.”
“‘Unleash the Derek’?” Derek asks, dubiously.
“Yeah,” Stiles nods, gazing out the window again. “You know, the thing where you dump your bad mood on others, pour your suffocating attitude over everyone around you, twist everything that is said to you into some sort of—insult or whatever. It’s what I used to call it back in high school.”
“Sometimes I get the feeling you were dropped on your head an awful lot as a child,” Derek says appraisingly, eyebrows furrowed.
Stiles snorts. “Yeah, right back at you.”
Derek’s lips quirk in amusement, he arches his eyebrows. “I was, actually. But unlike you I regained full health.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/622475
with metal on our tongues (we'll be dressed in rags) by Rena
18k, Stiles/Derek, AU,
Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6's new quartermaster. It's cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor's legacy and make Stiles' life more difficult.
AKA the one where Derek is 007 and Stiles is Q and they bitch and angst their way to a Happy Ending.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/602627
Our Memories Are Numbered by rufflefeather
23k, Stiles/Derek, amnesia, dub-con,
Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he's not expecting it to be Derek. He's not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that's coming for all of them. He probably should've, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4639482
'Till You Make It by standinginanicedress
46k, Stiles/Derek, soulmates, pining, fake relationship,
“I'm saying – let's fake it.”
Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he's fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”
“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we're doing as well as our parents want us to and then they'll be off our backs, right?”
“We don't have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he'd much rather be yelling. “We're literallysoulmates.”
“That's the beauty of it! It's going to be so fucking easy. I can't believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can't believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1166542
Anything You Can Do by Rosada
1k, Stiles/Derek, pre-slash, body swap,
Based on a prompt by Tumblr user prettiestcaptain: Pissing off a witch is officially on the pack’s no-no list. After Derek and Stiles get their bodies swapped, Stiles decides to explore the werewolf body he is now occupying. Derek is not thrilled at all about it and Scott is having the time of his life.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2259114
Three Marks by sanam
113k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates, slow burn,
"And then there was pain again, but this time it was in only three places—his arm, below his clavicle, and next to his heart, all on the left side. It felt like the skin was being sliced apart, ripped open, flayed off—
And suddenly it was done.
Derek looked across the room and saw the boy on the floor, looking about as bad as Derek felt."
Derek and Stiles learn that bonding is probably best done with ridiculous amounts of video games and maybe a little bit of time.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1016307
In My Arm by lurrel
3k, Stiles/Derek, amputation,
Stiles has to cut off Derek's arm, and it's kind of handsy. An alternate storyline for Magic Bullet (1.04).
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13401471
Stay by Smowkie
18k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, bed sharing, hypothermia,
Stiles had just gotten off his fourth long shift in a row and was looking forward to going home to his bed. He had plans to spend the next day, his first day off in more than a week, in bed or on the couch with junk food and bad tv. When he approached his Jeep and saw Derek on the ground next to the passenger door he groaned but hurried over.
“Derek, what the fuck? What happened?”
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Or: another 5+1 bed sharing fic that nobody asked for.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3968296
Paint My Spirit Gold by Red_City
84k, Stiles/Derek, AU, mythology, touch starved, temporary character death,
There was a gift.
There was a curse.
There is a power in the house of Hale, given to the firstborn son of every generation - the ability to turn everything he touches to gold. Though the original intent of the power was thought of as a gift, in reality, it is a dreaded curse that causes the bearer a life of fear, isolation, and danger.
Thus, Prince Derek is born.
---
[Excerpt from Chapter 22]
He didn’t think much of his hands, or any part of his body, really - but Stiles gaze had lingered enough to make Derek wonder what Stiles’ thought. Now, Stiles honey eyes were fixated on Derek’s hands, running over them like they were something precious rather than tools of death.
“Hmm.”
“What.”
“Nothing, I just - I thought they wouldn’t look like normal hands.”
“Why.”
“Because they’re magic,” Stiles said, looking up to meet Derek’s eyes.
“They’re not magic, they’re cursed,” Derek said, tucking his hands back into the sheet.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13308726
The Quickest Way to a Man’s Heart (is Through His Bottomless Pit) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
54k, Stiles/Derek, AU, slow burn, shy!Derek, pining,
Pulling open his apartment door, he let out an involuntary shout when something was quite literally thrust into his chest hard enough to have him almost tip backwards. He managed to right himself while keeping hold of what had been shoved at him and looked up in time to see his neighbour striding back towards his apartment.
“You’re going to fucking kill yourself.”
His door slammed.
Stiles blinked at the other man’s door, utterly confused, and looked down at what he was holding.
It was a plastic bag, full of what felt like tupperware, which made no sense to Stiles because when had his neighbour broken into his house to steal his tupperware?
(SNYE - January 11th - Neighbours)
THE SOFTEST hoy shit!
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4975684
There's a howling that stays beneath my skin by LunaCanisLupus_22
32k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, pining,
Cora inclines her head pointedly and he realises he’s half perched on the deck chair, ready to leap up and fight at a moment's notice. Or run. He shrugs out of his dad’s jacket, folding it over the edge of the chair, and then crosses his arms.
He’s relaxed, okay? He took the jacket off. He’s plenty relaxed.
Or Derek's obligatory vacation fic in South America after he left Beacon Hills (for good?)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3131873
Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch
109k, Stiles/Derek, AU, wolf!Derek, slow burn,
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.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/5821597
Days Like This by rlnerdgirl
18k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn,
Returning to Beacon Hills is a big step for Derek. He's starting his own business, rebuilding his old family home, and enjoying the feeling of being home. When he runs into the Sheriff and finds himself invited to a Stilinski family dinner, it's not nearly as strange as he would have expected, and when Stiles starts becoming a regular part of his new life, it only feels natural.
“The first thing Derek notices is that Stiles is taller. The second is that he’s more filled out. This shouldn’t be a surprise. Not living in Beacon Hills doesn’t stop the machine of social media, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen pictures, but it’s different in person. Stiles, now Derek’s height, maybe an inch taller, still has the same wide smile and loose-limbness about him that he did when he was in high school. Between the height and the muscles though, this Stiles wouldn’t make anyone second guess that he played lacrosse. The only thing people would second guess about this Stiles is the fact that he was always on the bench.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11669214
Framed by Nival_Vixen
65k, Stiles/Derek, action, accidental pack acquisition,
Stiles' first day at the FBI was also going to be his last. That had to be some kind of record, surely?
...
On his first day at the FBI, Stiles discovers that Derek is wanted for mass murder. Stiles knows that Derek's innocent and is determined to find out who framed him.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12971160
Fully Grown by thedaughterofkings
36k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates, wolf!Derek,
The pup smells of summer, of heat in the air, lightning in the sky.
No amount of growling sends him running; he just keeps standing there, staring. He's no threat though, smells of sparks but not of fire, no taste of ashes on the tongue.
Satisfied, he turns around, leaving the pup behind, ignoring the acid scent of anxiety and fear that suddenly fills the air.
~*~
Stumbling across a wolf in the preserve is not what Stiles expects when he goes for a run the last night before school starts again. But even if the wolf acts more intelligent than a mere animal, he can’t have anything to do with Stiles’ unusual soulmark, four vicious scratches down his forearm, can he?
And what is Kate Argent doing back in Beacon Hills for the first time since the Hale Fire?
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4585491
Hunger of the Pine by utsu
48k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, pining,
Normal. A word with meaning akin to water, slipping right through his fingertips. Elusive in the long-term; a flickering understanding he accepts and loses track of in a passing moment.
Normal had never, ever seemed an applicable term to a life ridden with werewolves.
or: the one where the pack figures out that Derek and Stiles are in love before Derek and Stiles do.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1820941
In the Early Morning Hours by acolonf6
13k, Stiles/Derek, bed sharing, pining,
Stiles remembers sleep, remembers it well. Stiles and sleep are totally buds…or at least they used to be. Ever since everything with the nogitsune went down, sleeping just hasn’t been the same.
(Until Derek starts showing up)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7312444
What You Wont by Spitshine
17k, Stiles/Derek, AU, Shakespeare, trans character, pining,
Derek’s protests dried up in his throat as Laura’s eyes bled red, but he rolled his eyes and huffed out, “Fine,” knowing full well he was being childish and not caring. All the complaining she did about his taciturnity, and then cutting him off the one time it really mattered. Well, Laura could hardly blame him for the inevitable failure of his so-called marriage if she wouldn’t even let him talk long enough to tell her he had never once felt attraction to a woman.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12408531
When You're Close I Feel the Sparks by Leslie_Knope
39k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school,
The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles' poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year.
“We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/518799
Apparent Lack of Ceremony by Loz
3k, Scott/Stiles, first time, frottage, friends to lovers, bed sharing,
Scott keeps climbing into Stiles' bed at night to cuddle. They don't talk about it in the morning.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1110863
A Phenomenon When You Came Along by Loz
17k, Scott/Stiles, road trips, bed sharing, friends to lovers,
Stiles and Scott embark on a road trip together. This isn't a metaphor (except for how it is.)
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“It’s okay, I’m good.”
“Yeah, you’re the best,” Scott replies automatically.
It’s one of their stock phrases, something they’ve said since childhood --- as natural to them as their ability to communicate through eyebrow-raises, their super-secret handshake and their unending loyalty to one another, but Stiles thought they’d retired it when they were fifteen, so he glances at Scott quickly.
“Sometimes I think we’ve forgotten how to be us and then you say something, or look at me a certain way, and it all comes back.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/484734
Came home, like a stone (fell heavy into your arms) by queerly_it_is
10k, Isaac/Scott, first time, friends to lovers,
In the aftermath of Gerard's final attempt to bring down the pack; Isaac and Scott's friendship becomes something more, as they forge a new connection and learn to trust each other and themselves.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2420705
Like real people do by queerly_it_is
15k, Scott/Stiles, pining,
Stiles waits until Scott’s focused on the game, eyes narrowed and his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, fingers tapping at the controller, before he says, “So I think we should kiss.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1595759
Lost and found by holesinthesky
9k, Stiles/Derek, emotional hc, friends to lovers, sexual identity,
"Most people look at Derek and assume he is having more sex than anyone else in the room."
In which Derek has the worst time, but then it gets better.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2772911
When It Happens by matildajones
5k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, fluff, friends to lovers,
Stiles turns his head and looks up at his friend.
“Have you ever thought about it?” Derek asks.
“What?”
“Thought about us dating.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13560063
Parallels by inatshej
21k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, pining, UST, light dom/sub,
Stiles slowly pulls in a mouthful of curly fries, dumbly focused on the task.
''It's weirdly homoerotic how you do this,'' muses Derek, eyeing him.
Stiles chokes and Derek's lips curl up into an almost smile. It's so easy to get the reaction he wants from Stiles.
''Yeah, it's disgusting, Stilinski,'' says Jackson, looking at the boy with distaste.
Derek turns to him, letting his eyebrows rise. ''And who asked you, Whittemore?''
Jackson glances at him, surprised. ''I've just agreed with y-''
''No one cares,'' Derek interrupts him. ''Fuck off.''
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/940345
And, And, And- by captainkoirk
8k, Scott/Stiles, bed sharing, friends to lovers, pining,
Stiles likes to be sure of things, when he can be. It comes with the territory; growing up on the wrong side of gangly, complete with a late growth spurt and a nail-biting habit. Precocious as they come and constantly mistaken for being younger. An ex-prodigy child with a mean streak that grew up too fast because a broad vocabulary means hitting hard and getting your barbs hooked.
Stiles can do tunnel vision with the best of them, knows every Pre and Post iteration of himself, can pick at a moment and know his own inevitable shifting, from Mom's death to his first day of high school to his first brush with lycanthropy. And yet he can't pinpoint when Scott's leg pressed against his own changed from something he wouldn't even register to the sort of thing that twists in his gut and pulls the air from his lungs, because Scott's been his constant when the world won't stop spinning and Stiles wants off, and Stiles can't quantify any of it.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3742582
the place that’s out of view by Loz
10k, Scott/Stiles, soul bond,
“As far as I can ascertain it’s a proximity curse,” Deaton says, still leading Stiles away from Scott’s house, walking quickly enough it’s nearly a jog. “Your life-forces have been merged. As you come into contact, he weakens and you strengthen.”
“Is it temporary?” Stiles asks. He feels almost normal, now. Close to himself. Sick to his stomach, but not supercharged.
Deaton frowns. “I don’t know.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/468406
Let us Stray 'til Break of Day by Loz
55k, Stiles/Derek, emotional manipulation backfiring, snark,
Derek decides the best way to get Scott to join his pack is to seduce Stiles first. Derek makes terrible decisions.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/489098
make the most of it by preromantics
12k, Stiles/Derek, sex swap, scent kink,
In which some witches swap out some pretty important parts on Stiles for new ones, Stiles takes it in stride because things like this happen (right?), this is his life now, supernatural shit all over the place, but Derek definitely does not take in it stride. // Stiles can just roll with this, just like he rolled with werewolves existing and magic existing and various other way more gruesome things than suddenly having a vagina and some pretty, honestly spectacular breasts.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/554708
You let me push under your bones by ellievolia, morphosyntactic
10k, Stiles/Derek, girl!Derek,
He’s not used to girls sleeping with him in his single bed.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4154790
Wild Horses by thepsychicclam
78k, Stiles/Derek, AU, slow burn, permanent injury, scars, UST, past trauma,
Derek's a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family's failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn't expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff's shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn't expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2366066
I Might Be A Fool by prettylittlementirosa
35k, Stiles/Derek, AU,
The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault. So when Derek let’s out what must be his hundredth long-suffering sigh, Stiles snaps.
(or the one that was supposed to be a GRΣΣK AU but is mostly just a study in the gratuitous and inconsistent use of punctuation)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12742563
Slow Hands by aussiebee
8k, Stiles/Derek, pining, hand kink,
Derek is suddenly made aware of Stiles in an entirely new and uncomfortable way; specifically, his hands. His wide, strong, clever and dextrous hands.
Derek is kinda screwed.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12258063
Throw Me to the Wolves by skoosiepants
13k, Stiles/Derek, h/c
He feels the physical embodiment of devastated, his already too strung-out mind struggling to wall up all the hurt, the rejection—he takes a deep shuddering breath and looks down at the shredded skin on his arms, at the sluggish way they’re weakly healing.
There is nothing, nothing he wants more than to have Derek sweep in and make everything all better. He should have known, though, that something like that would never happen to him.
OR -
Stiles accidentally gets bitten, and everything goes to hell.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11953764
Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8
30k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, feral!derek,
Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.
Except, apparently, Stiles.
Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12626415
We're caught in stone, you know we might not make it by LunaCanisLupus_22
29k, Stiles/Derek, AU, childhood friends, friends with benefits,
He does this thing then, while Stiles is watching, rolls his left shoulder a little as if he’s adjusting the books in his arms and suddenly Stiles recognises him from the gesture.
“Oh my god,” he cries, dumping his books, bag and coffee into one big mess on the ground and rushing over to them at once.
Or the one where Derek and Stiles are childhood buddies who lost touch and reconnect by chance at college. Only they end up doing a lot more than just reconnecting.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12689862
This Counts, Right? by we_are_the_story
2k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates,
Block-lettered versions of the first words your soulmate will say to you are outlined in black when you are born, or your soulmate is born, and are consequently filled in within a minute of the first meet.
Stiles doesn’t think, “You’re going down, 24,” can constitute as a friendly conversation, or a nice, normal beginning, but Stiles never really cared. And he got a lucky number out of it, so that should mean something, right? The only thing is that a number generally means a sport, and he and sports had always had a mutual hatred for one another. But Stiles would never let something as trivial as a disagreement get in the way of being a good friend, so when Scott joined the lacrosse team at school, Stiles did too, took 24 as his number and didn’t expect anything else.
But then it happened. And it was simultaneously worse and better than he could have ever expected.
Or: too many people are injured during a lacrosse game against their rival team and Stiles must step in, only to unexpectedly help ensure a win. Stiles still doesn’t really understand.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11082210
Full Circle by kaistrex (weishen), klimt
19k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, kidnapping,
Stiles wakes face to face with the muzzle of a black wolf and he does the only thing any sane person would do in such a situation: he screams.
A hand – a furry, claw-tipped but human-shaped hand – comes up to cover his mouth. He follows it with his eyes to a furry wrist disappearing into the sleeve of a leather jacket, up to broad shoulders and to the head of the wolf looming over him sprouting from the collar of a Henley.
A wolf. Wearing clothes.
Stiles sags backwards with relief. It’s okay. He’s just dreaming.
–
All Stiles had wanted to do was warn a newly-returned-to-town Derek Hale that some unsavoury-looking men had put a target on his back. Instead, he gets kidnapped, turned into some sort of human-fox hybrid by a spell gone wrong and, oh yeah, werewolves are a thing.
This is all Scott’s fault.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12888906
The Hardest Thing In This World by yodasyoyo
4k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, h/c,
Stiles is not a wolf, but he has the heart of one.
--
After the Hale fire Derek and Laura go to stay with the Stilinskis, and end up finding more there than they could ever have hoped for
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13130385
When You Wish Upon a Nymph by KaliopeShipsIt
19k, Stiles/Derek, established relationship. accidental pregnancy, mpreg,
Sheriff Stilinski rescues a nymph who wants to grant him a wish in exchange.
John accidentally wishes for a grandchild and chaos ensues.
A Derek!Mpreg as witnessed from John's POV.
Merry Christmas everyone :)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12278055
Never Letting Go by Captain_Loki
4k, Stiles/Derek, first time, bottom derek,
Stiles is the first person that Derek has sex with since Kate. Derek is the first person that Stiles has sex with, ever. It happens during that summer researching the Alpha pack.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2113620
What Good Are Rules (If You Can't Break Them) by wishingonalightningbolt
9k, Stiles/Derek, AU, friends with benefits,
Derek is trying to come up with something witty to say in return when he realizes that he’s smiling. He purposefully turns the corners of his mouth down into a dramatic frown. “Fuck you, Stilinski.”
“Wow, you have a way with words.”
-0-
In which Derek and Stiles engage in no-strings-attached sex. It works out about as well as you might imagine.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7446664
The Dead of Night by nameloc_ar_115
19k, Stiles/Derek, AU, vampire!stiles, kidnapping,
What's the point of being captured by deranged scientists who want to experiment on you if you have no one to share it with?
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7064629
Devil Unicorns by CrazyJ
27k,Stilles/Derek, pining,
“Stiles, Derek’s been gone for almost four months man, he’s not coming back,” Scott said gently, placing his hand on Stiles’ shoulder, knowing his friend needed the support. “If he was going to come back, don’t you think he would have by now?”
The room grew heavy as Scott’s question hung in the air, the truth of his words permeating everything but the thick defence Stiles put up anytime Derek was mentioned. To be honest, Scott didn’t understand it. He had liked the dude, appreciated his help more than he had considered him a friend, seen his value in the pack, but he wasn’t heartbroken that he had left. If he was being completely honest, it was easier now that he was gone, the dude was bad luck and things had been good since he and Braeden had disappeared.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2798522
Hurt Me (to Heal Me) by SushiOwl
51k, Stiles/Derek, AU, BDSM, sub!Derek,
Stiles likes his job, he does. It's just that his boss is an asshole. Stiles has been working for Hale and Associates for a while now, and he's learned to take Mr Hale's treatment of him with a grain of salt. They're coexisting, more or less. Stiles puts thought of his boss out of his head when he heads to a BDSM club called The Menagerie for the first time. It's a nice night, everything is going well, but everything changes when he sees his boss there.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/602124
Last Day on Earth by Saucery
3k, Stiles/Derek, first time,
Stiles refuses to die a virgin.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/452969
We Should Become More Adventurous by skoosiepants
8k, Stiles/Derek, AU,
Werewolves are the kind of horror you only find in books and movies and gay porn, so forgive him for being a little slow on the uptake.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/378434
he is and as he is by jaegermighty
1k, Stiles/Derek,
First times and muffins.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/943047
my chest is a field full of landmines by Amber
5k, Stiles/Derek, masturbation,
Derek Hale's emotional problems extend to his penis. Stiles plays therapist.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11013228
At least the Road to Hell is paved, I'm not good with Stairways by lady emebalia (emebalia)
170k, Stiles/Derek, AU, BDSM, disability,
When Derek signs up on a BDSM dating site, he expects things to be straight forward. Turns out the road ahead has more unexpected turns than he thought. But at least Stiles comes well equipped for twists and turns.
Definitely one of the best BDSM fics i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. lady emebalia is a fantastic writer.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/5365487
Human is Just a Word by lady emebalia (emebalia)
173k, Stiles/Derek, AU, dub-con, biting kink,
Getting claimed by a werewolf has so not been on Stiles' agenda for the night. But at least he can choose whose human pet he's going to be. That's a plus, right?
only the first sex scene is dub-con (due to fuck-or-die/get raped by other character), the rest features enthusiastic consent. There is abuse and one non-con scene featuring two minor characters at the end of the fic tho.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2330807
Pale Skin and Fragile Bone by fakinbrilliance
62k, Stiles/Derek,
Stiles asks Derek to teach him self-defense.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14996549
Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
58k, Stiles/Derek, AU, Wolf!Derek, mates,
The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.
Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.
He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.
“I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12088854
Stained Glass Windows by KouriArashi
85k, Chris/Peter, AU, kid fic, slow build,
Peter survives the fire and suddenly finds himself trying to raise children with only a vague notion of what he's doing, while trying to cope with his own grief and find his family's murderer. He ends up turning to Chris Argent for help, and nothing goes as expected.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14334453
Five Times Stiles Fell Out of a Window and the One Time He Jumped by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
14k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, pining,
“What are you doing?”
Stiles started so violently that his hands slipped. He was leaning out so far, and his balance had been relying on his hands so much that he just tumbled right out the window, rolling along the slanted roof and letting out a loud shout when he fell over the end.
He landed hard on his side, pain shooting up his shoulder and let out a very loud curse that his neighbours probably all heard. He rolled onto his back with a groan, clutching at his injured shoulder, and opened his previously closed eyes in time to see Derek standing on the roof, staring down at him with the eyebrows.
How was Derek’s entire language just eyebrows?
“What the hell?” Stiles demanded, sitting up and still holding his injured arm. “Where did you come from?”
“The door,” Derek informed him, giving him a look.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13417734
The Not So Beauty to Your Not So Beast by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
64k, Stiles/Derek, AU, royalty, modern, pining,
“Mieczyslaw Stilinski?”
All eyes instantly turned to Stiles and he felt his stomach drop. They’d taken his dad. They’d actually taken his dad and were here to tell him so.
“Yeah?” he asked in a small voice, feeling ready to be sick.
The second he spoke, two of the four regular guards moved through the rows, the lead guard speaking.
“By order of his Grace Peter Hale, you have been selected to begin your employ under the royal house of Hale.”
Wait.
What?
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13444578
Drive Me Crazy by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
1k, Stiles/Derek, road trip, bickering,
“Stop making that sound,” Derek snapped.
“What sound? There’s no sound.”
“That,” Derek insisted. “That sound!”
“What, me breathing?” Stiles shot back. “There’s no sound, Derek!”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11060220
This Isn't What I Wanted (but I can't keep my filthy fucking mouth shut) by LadySlytherin
26k, Stiles/Derek,
Alt-S3A, wherein the alpha pack strikes at Derek shortly after taking Erica and Boyd. They kidnap Stiles and bite him, but Sparks aren’t made to be wolves. When the bite doesn’t take, Stiles’ self-preservation instinct makes a choice between dying and surviving at any cost. But the price paid is a steep one, and not something Stiles ever wanted for himself.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/6544285
Gambling Debts by lady emebalia (emebalia)
141k, Stiles/Derek, AU, BDSM,
Stiles owns a casino, Peter has a gambling problem and Derek has to pay his uncle's debts. You know the setup, you know where this leads. Or maybe not …
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13881453
Extraordinary by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan)
109k, Stiles/Derek, AU, disability,
An awkward encounter with a man of few words in the laundry room of Stiles's building sparks a chain of events that will change the way he sees the world forever. A little story about finding a place for oneself and someone to share that place with.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13938150
in this twilight (i can't see shit) by Anniely
39k, Stiles/Derek, AU,
About three things Stiles is sure:
First, the people in Beacon Hills are supernaturally gorgeous and he has no idea why he was allowed in.
Second, if he hears 'mountain lion' one more time, he's going to do some serious maiming.
And third, Derek Hale looks at him like he wants to eat him. And Stiles might just let him.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14662854
Something Rotten by HappyJuicyfruit
78k, Stiles/Derek, drug use, prostitution, homelessness, past rape,
Dammit, this was another reason he hated walking around a big city at night, he always managed to catch glimpses of the dark underbelly. He turned around, planning on going the long way home, but he froze when he heard the voice-
“Let me take you home,” a man said.
“That will cost you more. I get the money before we leave, and I take another hit at your place before we do anything.” Another man slurred.
That voice. It sounded like- Derek’s feet were moving him towards the men before he could think.
“Stiles?”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15631620
Dress Me Up In Stitches (Or, Five Times Stiles Got Hurt And Hid It, And One Time He Couldn't) by rockmusicplays
22k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, injury,
Stiles is determined to help the pack protect the town any way that he can. Derek and Scott keep trying to sideline him for his own safety, but Stiles isn't having it.
Even if it kills him.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15503010
Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
81k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, feral!Derek, possessive!Derek,
Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.
“Not too close, he bites.”
Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.
“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.
The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”
“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.
He looked extremely displeased.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/670586
Cross My Soul by ecarian
31k, Stiles/Derek,
Sometime around mid summer, during the intervening weeks of baseball camp and recovering from baseball camp and the latest Minecraft update, Jinx hops up the plastic step stool to their bed and says, “Derek’s daemon won’t talk to me.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/736142
Messy by blacktofade
1k, Lydia/Stiles, pegging,
As soft as Stiles appears, he’s surprisingly firm beneath Lydia’s hands.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/758433
Be Sure by blacktofade
1k, Stiles/Derek, watersports, possessive behaviour,
Stiles likes to think he’s an open-minded guy.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15866892
Magical Encounters by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
105k, Stiles/Derek, AU, phone sex operator, angst, stalking,
“Shut up and talk to me.”
Spark laughed, and it made Derek’s muscles relax even more. God, even just his voice was enough to calm him down. Derek wished their relationship wasn’t what it was. He knew it could never be anything more, but he wished they’d met under different circumstances.
“Well, which is it? Shut up, or talk to you? Or did you need a little bit of relief?” Spark’s voice lowered and it shot straight to Derek’s groin. “Are you in need of some other services, Derek?”
“Don’t do that,” Derek snapped. He hadn’t meant for it to come out so hostile, but Spark didn’t often use that voice with him. His ‘service’ voice. The one he used to get people off. When Derek was having a normal day, he didn’t mind it so much, but today? No, today he felt it go straight to his dick and he did not want to do that to Spark. He didn’t.
He fucking didn’t!
“Sorry, sorry,” Spark said quickly. “Yeesh, it was a bad day, huh? Okay, no problem, let’s make you happy again. As happy as a grumpy motherfucker like you can be, anyway.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15719427
I'm Lost In You by matildajones
13k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates, coma,
He knows he should move but a part of him still feels paralyzed. He has clear feelings of not being able to move his body, of not being able to even blink.
“Oh my god,” Stiles says, and he clambers to his feet, feeling dizzy. He easily finds a mirror in the room and then the most gorgeous eyes stare back at him. They’re a sea-green instead of the normal brown that he’s used to.
He’s looking at his soulmate.
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Stiles wakes up in his soulmate's body, on his twenty-second birthday, with blurry memories of the past year. Derek doesn't wake up at all.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15869025
The Sun to Rise by andavs
7k, Stiles/Derek, AU, Alpha!Derek, Emissary!Stiles,
Stiles has an imaginary friend. He's kind of a dick.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/941881
You Always Make A Bloody Mess by Sweetsyren
5k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, scars, injury,
Stiles is used to hiding his scars.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/515709
And You Say You're Alone by taelynhawker
30k, Stiles/Derek,injury,
Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/702099
Thunder, Steal the Wind by qthelights
10k, Stiles/Derek, forced proximity, h/c, injury, frottage, first time,
Trapped in a thunderstorm with an unknown creature chasing them, Stiles and Derek find they need to trust each other to get through the night.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/648444
Under Pressure (Approximately 7lbs) by shlynn
2k, Stiles/Derek, injury, h/c,
Stiles breaks his collarbone.
Well, Derek breaks Stiles' collarbone.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/562077
Say it Sweet by morganoconner
4k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, truth serum,
"Wolfsbane." Derek grits his teeth. "Interrogation blend. Still in my system. It makes me talk."
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/614989
Never Cage A Rabid Wolf by tty9
49k, Stiles/Derek, AU, prison, prison appropriate warnings,
Stiles is sent to prison, and gets assigned to a cell with-
“Hale?!” Scott gasped as his gaze followed Stiles’s. “You got Derek Hale?! Oh boy, man, good luck with that buddy, that guy is a psycho!” His voice had become worryingly high pitched. Stiles’s heart started thumping in his chest, and he swore it actually skipped a beat when Hale looked up at them, his eyes searing into Stiles’s who quickly dropped his head. His beef (or was it pork?) slop suddenly looked very interesting.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/925944
constant as a northern star by Hymn
6k, Stiles/Derek, smut, Derek discovers he loves to bottom
Derek stole a chicken wing from Stiles’ pile, said “You’re special," in a way that was probably meant to be a subtle jab at Stiles’ sanity but really just came out sounding like Derek was having emotions.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1664021
I Can Kill You With My Mind by Snowjob
4k, Stiles/Derek, psychic bond, masturbation,
Response to an open prompt on tumblr:
I need a fic—no, this fandom needs a fic—wait, THE WORLD NEEDS A FIC where magic!Stiles accidentally forms a telepathic bond with Derek while having sex with someone else.
He may or may not be having an orgasm at the time.
He also may or may not be picturing Derek while doing it.
- Jerakeenc
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1533503
Seeing Double. by doctorkaitlyn
62k, Stiles/Derek/Stuart Stilinski, AU, twincest, polyamory,
Derek had always had a thing for libraries, even before he started working in one. There was nothing like the feeling of having all the knowledge in the world at his fingertips, nothing like the quiet serenity that only books could bring.
One day, that serenity was shattered by two young men, twins to be exact, sitting in the English Literature section and firing off rapid Polish at a completely inexcusable volume. Derek told them to be quiet, like he'd done to dozens of other students, and that should have been the end of it.
In reality, it was just the beginning.
or, that fic where Derek falls for both Stiles and Stuart (and the feeling is definitely mutual.)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/899188
Riding the Lightning by Vendelin
23k, Stiles/Derek, AU, temporary amnesia, past torture,
Stiles finds himself on the doorstep to his home in Beacon Hills, not remembering how he got here or why he’s barefoot. As it turns out, he was abducted a couple of weeks earlier from a college party and bears the same marks on his body as victims of a serial killer his dad just can’t seem to get a hold of. So there he is, with no memories of what happened, the last couple of weeks like a blank line in his mind and knowing all too well that he’s the best shot they have at catching this guy. As a key witness and in acute, assumed danger, he finds himself under surveillance 24/7 and more often than not, his dad’s best Deputy: Derek Hale, is sitting at his kitchen table.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/857035
Just a social construct by queerly_it_is
2k, Danny/Stiles, first time,
"I really was kidding," Danny says. It'd be more of a put-down if it wasn't said against Stiles' mouth, if his hands weren't on Stiles' hips while Stiles just sort of twitches against the wall he's being pressed into.
He mumbles back, "I really wasn't," trying to get Danny to use more tongue. Stiles is maybe already a little addicted to Danny's tongue. It's a problem.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/850274
Bought the T-Shirt by the_deep_magic
6k, Stiles/Derek, first time, fuck-or-die,
Stiles needs some help with a thing. (Post-ep for 3x03 "Fireflies")
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https://archiveofourown.org/series/34394
And Will Not Be Commanded series by whiskey_in_tea
13k, Stiles/Derek, Derek/Erica,
He can’t decide if it was worse when Derek was with Erica, when he would touch her shoulder or hip with his fingertips and the perpetual frown of his forehead would smooth out, just for a single, tender second, or now, when his hands are always empty at his sides and Stiles is starting to feel compelled to offer himself to fill them.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/515616
You are the Moon by skoosiepants
10k, Stiles/Derek, AU, wolf!Derek,
Stuff Stiles doesn’t like to deal with first thing: hot, moist dog breath in his face, a cuddly werewolf creepifying his perfectly normal morning wood with shades of bestiality, and his dad holding his service revolver up against the skull of his bedmate, never mind the fact that his bedmate could possibly be a vicious unhinged rogue omega.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/532552
You Taste Like Glitter by dizzzylu
1k, Danny/Stiles, first kiss,
There was a time in Danny's life when he'd have sworn he had better things to do than sit in a club and check out the latest guy his ex is trying to hook up with. That is not the case tonight.
(written for the prompt: Danny sees Stiles at a gay bar and asks him to dance to make his ex jealous, only things get a little out of hand when he realizes Stiles is really into it and is not so straight as Danny thoughtat the Everybody Loves Danny Fanworks Fest)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/546446
Hide Of A Life War by Etharei
26k, minor Stiles/Derek, BAMF!Stiles, hostage situation, injury,
“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning...”
The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2262240
A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse
115k, Stiles/Derek, AU, arranged marriage,
"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."
Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.
After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.
Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.
In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1935087
my heart's been offline by thepsychicclam ��
58k, Stiles/Derek, AU, online dating, past drug use,
31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)
26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)
Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/754219
Alpha Complex by Hatteress (goddammitstacey)
3k, Stiles/Derek, smut,
"Hold still," Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek's neck to keep him from turning and it's laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him. Except it is. Because Stiles' fingers are gripping the nape of Derek's neck, pressure sure and hard and Derek- Derek can't fucking breathe.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/8804740
Your Darkness Will Be Rewritten by Omni
11k, Stiles/Derek, AU, incubus!Stiles,
Stiles is no guardian angel. In fact, as an incubus, he's pretty far from it. But still, it seems he's always there at the right place and the right time to be the protector that Derek didn't even know he needed.
(An alternate timeline where Stiles prevents the Hale fire, and returns to Beacon Hills years later when someone's performing three-fold ritualistic killings.)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11342160
Honey, Can't you See (The Bloodstains on my Teeth) by Loup_Aigre, TroubleIWant
44k, Stiles/Derek, canon AU, soulmates, angst,
“Mr Stilinski.” Deaton’s usually impassive face betrays a hint of surprise today, maybe even disappointment. “You haven’t changed your mind.”
Stiles tips his chin up, smiling against his irritation. “Nope,” he confirms, so cheerily it bites. They had arranged this weeks ago, yet Deaton was apparently betting Stiles wouldn’t go through with it in the end. Fuck that. He doesn’t know what it’s like out there, not really. He can afford to hold himself aloof and uninvolved, knowing his druid power is enough to keep him safe in this little office. Stiles can’t. Scott’s pack has got to protect this whole town, and Stiles’ spark isn’t enough to protect all of them while they do it.
The thing is, magic isn’t like the fairy tales. It’s blood and risk and sacrifice. Nothing comes without a price, and anyone who tries to say different is baiting a hook to gut you on. Stiles knows that, has known it since he was a kid and his mother started training him for the inevitable day when he’d need to fight for his life.
That day had come four years ago when she died, and it hasn’t stopped yet.
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https://archiveofourown.org/series/23664
Good Things series by alchemy
10k, Stiles/Derek, first time, smut, power dynamics,
His social circle consists almost entirely of creatures of the night and men who dress as women; if he ever wants to pop his cherry he’s going to have to make some concessions somewhere.
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https://archiveofourown.org/series/114250
the one where the Hales are related to the Addams series by callunavulgari
8k, Stiles/Derek, AU, uuuuh gore?,
“So is this a werewolf thing or a you thing?” Stiles asks eventually. He’s half-hysterical, but his heartbeat is still steadier than Derek would have expected it to be. “Because I’m pretty sure Scott would die if I chopped off his head.”
“It’s a me thing,” Derek says. “Well, it’s a Hale thing. A Hale-Addams thing. Look, can you help me reattach this? I’m a bit out of practice, so it’ll be easier if you do it.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3518480
Better Than Deep-fried Twinkies by shift (clarz)
7k, Stiles/Derek, AU, rodeo,
There’s a guy sitting cross-legged in the hay, seemingly unconcerned with the cow excrement almost certainly contained within it; Inara’s laid down in front of him, and he’s leaning forward, her huge head cupped tenderly in his hands, his cheek almost touching hers. He looks completely enraptured, staring into her eyes intensely and rubbing her cheeks in slow circles, leaning into her with his whole body like she’s precious and beautiful and everything he ever wanted. It’s weirdly intense, and should really be off-putting, but Inara looks sleepy and calm and happy, and Derek is way too distracted watching the guy’s hands, long-fingered and beautiful, massaging her face tenderly.
In which Stiles hits on Derek's cow, then hits on Derek. Also in which Stiles' eyelashes are favorably compared with those of a cow.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4646664
as you are by veterization
34k, Peter/Stiles,
Stiles runs straight into a tree and suddenly, things are... different. Namely, he's in a world where Peter Hale is his boyfriend.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/486351
Hearts in High-Vis by tourdefierce
7k, Stiles/Derek, smut, exhibitionism,
It's three days after the events of Master Plan (S2 Finale).
A fic in which Stiles has questions, Derek wants to talk about his feelings, everyone is hurting and not really anything gets resolved or answered but they do manage a puppy-pile.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15741372
The PlayLiszt by dylanssourwolf
21k, Stiles/Derek, AU, hand kink, classical music,
Dr. Derek Hale is one of the most qualified musicologists in the country. He’s damn proud to be one of the most sought-after specialists in the world; he’s done his fair share of travelling to colleges all over the country to to give insights on the musical structures of some of the most famous pieces of classical literature.
While he can't really play any of those pieces, he does have a particular choice of pianist when it comes to listening. Mieczysław.Derek likes to think he’s in love with the guy, even though he isn’t sure if Mieczysław is a first name or a last name or even a name at all, and he's never once gotten a glimpse of the pianist’s face. It’s about the music, the money-makers, and the guy’s hands are plastered on everything.
The only other pianist who may be well on his way to being as talented as Mieczysław is a student by the name of Stiles Stilinski. He's just come back to school after a semester off and is now taking an independent study with Derek, who's trying desperately not to fall for his student. There's one peculiar thing; Stiles always has his hands mostly covered by fingerless gloves, yet still, Derek swears he's seen them somewhere.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16225304
We Are Here by suburbanmotel
7k, Stiles/Derek, pining, touch starved, h/c,
Derek is touch starved. Stiles has beautiful hands. And so it goes.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11697558
Bittersweet and Strange, Finding You Can Change (Learning You Were Wrong) by WithMyTeeth (Ylith)
50k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fake dating, sugar daddy,
When perpetual loner and failwolf extraordinaire Derek Hale finally loses patience with his meddling family, he grabs a confused Stiles Stilinski, unsuspecting diner patron and herbal medicine student, off the street to pose as his new boyfriend. Hijinks ensue.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/10503357
To Build a Home (Of Sorts) by nogitsune_lichen
75k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, angst, fluff,
The words were stuck on loop, Stiles’ broken voice repeating them over and over. Derek didn’t realize he was crying until he let out a broken noise, so low he could barely hear it himself. His hands dug into his eyes trying to stop the flow but the tears kept coming. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t be strong like he’s supposed to be.
He was weak. So weak.
He walked away from the only person that felt like home.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but acknowledge that by the time he got back, his home would be miles away, once again leaving him all alone.
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Or the healing/getting together AU that involves building a house together and a healthy dose of angst.
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https://archiveofourown.org/series/1047593
You Are series by Livinginfictions
104k Stiles/Derek, fake dating,
With the Hale pack finally settled and safe, it only makes sense that something would happen to screw it all up. To top it all off, Stiles has to pretend to be Derek's mate, or face a pack of angry Alphas. He's doomed.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15202121
Lost on you by devilscut
51k, Stiles/Derek/Peter, polyamory, incest,
A deadly encounter with an Alpha changes Stiles' life forever - kicked out and betrayed by his best friend and brother, Scott McCall, he leaves Beacon Hills, but much to his surprise not alone. Ten years down the track, living a life he never dreamed possible, a chance meeting brings back memories of that night - the good and bad mixed with a whole lotta WTF that even now still has him scratching his head as to what happened.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15931463
Door to Door Enquiries by katiemorag
1k, Stiles/Derek,
John and one of his deputies are carrying out door to door enquiries when Derek Hale answers the door of the final house on the street wearing only a pair of boxers.
Those boxers look really familiar to John.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1142392
lift you to your higher ground by verity
4k, Stiles/Derek, awkward boners,
Derek takes a deep breath before he looks up. "I was going to Jungle to pick up a guy."
"Huh." Stiles taps his fingers against his bottom lip. They come away red; there's already lipstick on his teeth. "You know, there's an app for that. Grindr. You're—I bet you could just get guys to come over, like pizza delivery."
"I don't like pizza," Derek says.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/781435
Of college boys, old tv shows, trust and heavy petting. by Original_Cypher
7k, Stiles/Derek, neck....kink?, maybe trust kink??,
It's a quiet midday during Spring Break at Derek's. Stiles is set on a lazy afternoon, and judging by the way Derek is sinking into the couch, he won't get any arguments from the sleepy alpha, so he settles for his usual routine of 'petting the werewolf's hair'. It all goes like usual until they make an interesting discovery.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1183982
make something good by verity
7k, Stiles/Derek, kid fic, babysitting, lactation kink,
Stiles sighs and slouches down in his chair, taps his pencil against his desk irritably. He spent a year and a half fighting evil, being evil, and then fighting evil again, and now he's just—a glorified babysitter.
This is how it ends: not with a bang, but a whimper.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1057876
all wound up in you by verity
2k, Stiles/Derek, fluff, physical disability, bed sharing, knitting,
Stiles's blue project grows steadily, the finished pieces draped over each other haphazardly on one edge of the knitting basket in the living room. Sometimes Derek touches them, squishing the springy wool between his fingertips. Maybe it's an afghan: those are supposed to take a long time to make.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1562651
the devil makes work by llassah
7k, Stiles/Derek, masturbation, awkward sexual situations,
“It takes Stiles four days to notice something’s wrong. Well it’s not like jerking off three times a day is unusual behavior. The third day, he has his usual good morning session, comes straight home from Lacrosse and jerks off without even taking off his jeans because it’s laundry day tomorrow and it’s not like he’s got standards. And everyone jerks off last thing at night; it’s like a glass of warm milk for your dick.”
Stiles has been hit by a jerking off curse. He might not make it through May unscathed.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1239916
stem of the bloom by languisity
5k, Stiles/Derek, Nemeton/Stiles, dubious consentacles, first time,
“I have to fuck that tree,” he tells Scott and Allison at lunch. The cafeteria is packed but Stiles doesn’t bother to keep his voice down.
“Okay,” Scott says. “Wait, what?” He’s been a little slow lately, but that’s forgivable. True Alphahood, darkness in his heart. Those things build up.
“The Nemeton,” Stiles says, rolling a tater tot around in ketchup. “I’m gonna put my dick in it.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/936514
the dog days are over by M_Leigh
5k, Stiles/Derek, wolf!derek, stiles is a dick,
"To say that Scott and Stiles are surprised when Derek manages to turn into a wolf – a big one, an actual real-sized wolf that probably weighs twice as much as Stiles on a good day – would be an understatement of the highest caliber, but even so, they’re not half as surprised as Derek himself."
Derek changes into a wolf. He decides to stay that way.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/521237
Lovebitten by LunaCanisLupus_22
10k, Stiles/Derek, awkwardness,
The one where Derek gets bitten by a lovebug and Stiles is the first person he lays eyes on. Hilarity ensues.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/712284
Your Yoda I will Be by darksylvia
5k, Stiles/Derek,
Stiles offers to give Derek tactical training.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/762715
may your path be the sound by magneticwave
13k, Melissa/Sheriff, Stiles/Derek,
This may make Melissa a terrible mother, but things were so much easier when Scott and Stiles were unpopular and spent their weekends on either her or John’s couch, playing Mario Kart and talking about all of the stuff they were never going to be cool enough to do. Scott and Stiles’ weekends now mostly involve blood and Derek Hale.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/698441
Special Collections by hannah_baker
16k, Stiles/Derek, AU, everybody lives,
Stiles Stilinski is a senior in college working on his thesis. Derek Hale is the grumpy (though inhumanely attractive) special collections librarian. All they needed was a common interest to spark a friendship that becomes more than either of the bargained for.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/703198
A Life Less Ordinary by Jebiwonkenobi
19k, Stiles/Derek, buried alive, giants,
It takes a few years but eventually they manage to agree on something; Derek Hale is an asshole, and Stiles Stilinski is in love with him.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16303505
Captain’s Log: I am Sly as a Fox by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
42k, Stiles/Derek, pining, fox!stiles, magical mishap,
Derek wandered into the store with him, some of the cashiers cooing at Stiles because, yes, yes, he was very cute, thank you. He was getting more attention as a fox than he’d ever gotten as a human.
Figures.
He just pouted while being carried through the store, one of the girls helping Derek with what he needed and bringing it all to the cash register for him since he seemed reluctant to loosen his grip on Stiles. He probably didn’t want him wiggling free and wreaking havoc across the store.
He was pretty destructive, he’d admit that.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15452388
Breathing You In by lavenderlotion
29k, Peter/Stiles, PTSD, touch starved,
“Good morning, kiddo,” his dad said, and the words hurt.
All Stiles wanted to do was step forward and let his dad hug him, allow his father to give him comfort. His father's hugs had always been all-encompassing, the way he would fold himself around Stiles and hold him as tightly as he could.
Stiles stepped around him, careful not to let foreign skin touch anything that was special to him.
Anything he loved.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16225304
We Are Here by suburbanmotel
7k, Stiles/Derek, pining, touch starved, h/c,
Derek is touch starved. Stiles has beautiful hands. And so it goes.
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Onward to Part 2!
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I got tagged by @a-mi-zivi
Rules:
1. Tell us your Top 10 characters from different fandoms. (…I limited myself to five, each. Except HP, because it was too hard. Dude, that was hard enough. All arranged alphabetically, not in order of preference or anything.)
2. Tag 10 people.
tagging: @bizeke @donttouchandrewminyard @derekslaura @gentlepromises @girlronanlynch @pansexualpoedamneron @gaylukeskywalkers @scarlettwitchery @saralanceing @bpdrussell & literally anyone else who wants to do it can just do it and blame me (and contrariwise, if I tagged you and you don’t want to do it, no pressure <3)
Community: Abed Nadir, Dean Pelton, Jeff Winger, Shirley Bennett, (my number five changes on a daily basis, usually between Troy, Annie, and Britta, but I can’t pick right now, so fuck it, I pick Annie Kim and Quendra with a QU)
DC: Cassandra Cain/Black Bat, Harley Quinn, Jason Todd/Red Hood, Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow, Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy
But honorable mention nods go to Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Koriand’r/Starfire, Raven/Rachel Roth, Renee Montoya/Question, Roy Harper/Speedy/Red Arrow, Stephanie Brown/Spoiler, Tim Drake/Red Robin, and Wonder Woman, and this list was hard for, “there are SO MANY CHARACTERS, THE FUCK” reasons.
And Sandman technically is a DC title, but whatever: Death, Delirium/Delight, Desire, Despair, and Dream/Morpheus of the Endless, tyvm
Good Omens: Adam “the Antichrist” Young, Anathema Device, Aziraphale, Crowley, Pepper (Pippin Galadriel Moonchild)
Harry Potter: Andromeda Black Tonks, Barty Crouch Jr., Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Hermione Granger, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Lavender Brown, Luna Lovegood, Pansy Parkinson, Percy Weasley, Remus Lupin, Zacharias Smith
Sirius Black and Severus Snape get to share honorable mention status because, even though they are actually in my top ten, I know that being on the same point would annoy the ever-living shit out of both of them. Which amuses me because I am easily entertained.
AlSev Potter and Scorpius Malfoy get to share a point because the ones I love are essentially headcanon, since my take on Cursed Child is, “*nods* Uh huh… that’s nice… I’m going to ignore like 99% of it, but okay, it’s nice”
Legit Honorable Mentions:
[this is where i’d list the Dumbledore family and Gellert but it’s Complicated and i can’t legit list them without needing to Discuss it, so let’s just not even bother today]
Bill Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Dean Thomas
Dolores Umbridge
(in a way where I absolutely despise her as a person, but I appreciate her presence in the story because she is, along with Barty Jr., the only fucking COMPETENT villain in the books.
Also, she’s the actual, “repulsive to the core but makes no excuses for it just like white male villains, does her own thing and fuck anyone who tries to stop her, self-determined and she has decided to be awful, feminist on a meta level where she’s terrible just to be terrible without any excuses being made for it” villain that so many people have tried to make out of Bellatrix, when…… lol no, Bellatrix is a total fucking joke, sorry ‘bout it.
Like, man, Umbridge sucks, but she enriches the story and presents an actual, credible threat that has any kind of internal consistency and isn’t just, “I read an entry on fascism in a children’s encyclopedia and made it an OTT cartoon caricature of itself and added some cult leader BS because of reasons or w/e, and named it Voldemort, lol” — I appreciate that, as a reader, even if JKR did it more by accident than anything)
Fleur Delacour
Gilderoy Lockhart
(I blame myself entirely for making up Kingsley/Lockhart headcanons and getting Defensive of him in the face of JKR’s ableism; I should’ve known better, because shit like literally always happens to me, but I did it anyway because I never fucking learn)
Harry Potter
Justin Finch-Fletchley
(……I have post-war headcanons. A lot of them. You probably don’t want to know them, though, bc they’re depressing as fuck)
Nymphadora Tonks
Parvati Patil
Regulus Black
Ron Weasley
Ted Tonks
Viktor Krum
and a whole bunch of characters who are basically headcanon because they are literally just names who do like one or two things and that's it
Hunger Games: Annie Cresta, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Katniss Everdeen, Madge Undersee
Marvel: shit, I did this one last and I have to go to therapy, so this is basically, “the order in which they came to mind and I stopped at eight bc holy fucking SHIT, there are a lot of characters” — Erik/Magneto, Kurt “Nightcrawler” Wagner (my small blue Catholic mutant son <3), Sam, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Ororo, and I feel like I should list someone else, but anyone who knows my usual type knows that Loki is exactly my type and I was all but doomed to be Loki trash. Which I am. Whoops. Sorry for my choices.
Sailor Moon: Fiore (……from the “Promise of the Rose” movie. ……I love my gay glam rock alien son), Tenoh Haruka/Sailor Uranus, Tomoe Hotaru/Sailor Saturn/Mistress Nine, Tsukino “Chibi” Usagi/Sailor Chibi Moon/Wicked Lady/Princess Usagi Small Lady Serenity/etc., Tsukino Usagi/Sailor Moon/Princess + Neo Queen Serenity/etc.
Star Trek (DS9): Captain Benjamin Lafayette “the rest of Starfleet are a bunch of slackers, has YOUR captain become space Jesus and saved the entire Alpha Quadrant lately” Sisko, Elim Garak, Julian Bashir, Kira Nerys, Tora Ziyal
Kasidy, Worf, Jadzia, General Martok, and Ezri get honorable mentions because this list was really hard to even whittle down to FIVE, but.
Star Wars and, “Star Trek (Everything But DS9)” were vetoed as categories because picking was hard and I didn’t feel like it.
Steven Universe: Amethyst, Connie Maheswaran, Garnet, Lapis Lazuli, Peridot
Yuri On Ice: Christophe Giacometti, Katsuki Yuuri, Lee Seung-Gil, Phichit Chulanont, Victor Nikiforov
Bonus — My Own Novel(s) bc Reasons: (also done before running to therapy) Sebastian, Pete, Josie, Margot, Lucy.
#memes for ts#fandom shenanigans#mine: memes#mine: shitposting#mine: personal#hi hello i'm trash glad we established that#i'll add better tags later if i need to okay bye i need to go to therapy
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THE CHOSEN ONE (PART 2) 🌙
A/N: I’m finally back with Part 2! Thank you everyone, for the positive feedback for part one! I’m glad all of you are enjoying this series so far. As of now, I’ve added Taeyeon in as well, hopefully she’ll spice things up as well ;) remember to leave feedback after reading, much love! Happy reading x
Genre: Dystopian/Action/Smut in later parts
Word Count: 10,103
Soundtrack: Yellow Flicker Beat // Lorde
Synopsis: In the land of Exotica, thirteen kingdoms reign. Thirteen different types of bestowed powers, thirteen different types of abilities, thirteen different types of gifts. In this world, everybody is bestowed with only one ability. So what happens when The Chosen One is discovered to possess all thirteen powers at once?
Part 1 | PART 2 | Part 3
‘Your words cut deeper than any one your knives, Your Highness’.
My heart is still racing by the time I speed-walk over the boundary and back into the territory of the Peace Kingdoms, perspiration forming at the nape of my neck and causing my ruffled silver hair to stick to me like a second skin. I can still feel the raging heat of Jongdae’s lightning creeping beneath my skin, the hairs on my arms standing on end.
Never before have I indulged in a full-on battle with the people of the Bloodbath Kingdoms. The fact that I went in without proper backup and still managed to thrash two of them sends chills down my rigid spine; what if I wasn’t powerful enough? What if I couldn’t handle them? What if they actually tore me to shreds in the exact way the nobles mentioned? If I were less weak, less knowledgeable about my ability, I could be dead by now.
Subconsciously, I shudder. Now that the battle is over, I’m not going to spare anymore time by pondering over it. Lowering my head against the comforting warm breeze, I crunch over the gravel and make my way towards the training field. At this time in the late afternoon, it is completely devoid of people, the sun’s sluggish rays slanting over the entire plot of land like a giant yellow blanket.
My sneaker-clad feet take me to the centre of the field, my hands twitching by my sides as I feel the surrounding metal energy pouring through me like a tidal wave. But I don’t let myself go. I don’t wreak havoc, I don’t allow my pent-up emotions to pour out into the open. The iron barriers adorning the perimeter of the field groan under my control, threatening to break free of their tightened screws.
A sigh slips out from my pursed lips, the tension seeping out of me and I let my stiffened shoulders drop. Immediately, the groaning of the barriers die down and silence floods the entire land once more. Thoughts race through my mind a mile per minute, too fast for me to catch up and all of them centre around the threat of my upcoming marriage. With only two months left until the big day, I have yet to choose a future spouse. The problem is not my lack of choices; the problem is my reluctance to tie myself down to a man I have no feelings for whatsoever.
Ironic. Twelve different kingdoms, twelve different heirs to pick and choose from and yet, I want none of them. What I want is to find myself, discover what my life has in store for me. And as young and naïve as everyone presumes me to be, I don’t think I need a man by my side for me to do just that. There’s a difference between ‘tying the knot’ and genuinely falling in love with somebody and as for me, I’ll always go for the latter.
Hopes destined to be dashed. A dream I can barely reach for even with the very tips of my fingers. I’m doomed to be trapped behind the prison walls of a grand castle, bent to the will of the royal court and coerced into things my heart doesn’t want.
“Ready to talk now?” A masculine voice from behind snaps me out of my thoughts, propelling to pivot on my heel to face the speaker of these words.
Chanyeol stands a few feet away, his trademark wide grin ghosting his lips and his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. Even from a distance, his skyscraper height towers over me, well-controlled flames blazing around him and illuminating his lanky form beautifully. Like Yuri mentioned earlier, Park Chanyeol is definitely nowhere near husband material. With his elf-like ears, dorky smile and extra long limbs, he resembles more of a scarecrow rather than the future king of Exotica. I’ve never actually said that to his face, as much as I was tempted to. Knowing him, he wouldn’t hesitate to fry me inside out with his flames despite claiming me as his ‘everlasting best friend’. I’m not willing to take any chances.
“What are you doing here?” I ask flatly.
He shrugs nonchalantly, crossing the field on his long legs and closing the gap between us. Up close, I can feel the wrath of his flames, sweat breaking out on my skin and causing the thick leather of my jacket to stick to me uncomfortably. “You agreed to talk to me about what’s on your mind”, he explains. “So speak”.
I scowl at his commanding tone, my ‘snarky princess’ side threatening to reveal itself but I tighten my jaw, staring up at him stonily. “There’s nothing to talk about”.
“Bullshit”, he deadpans, his eyes glinting red-gold to match his fire. “There’s obviously something disturbing you”.
“What’s it to you?” I snap bitterly, taking a step back and out of range of his blazing flames. “It’s not like you can do anything about it”.
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow at my harsh words. “Is this about your upcoming marriage?” He says in a low voice, treading carefully on thin ice and searching my face for any hint of expression. “Syona, don’t hold back. Talk to me about it”.
A ragged breath leaves me, sharp and harsh. “I don’t know what to do, Chanyeol. I don’t want to get married”.
“I know”.
“I can’t. I can’t get married if I’m not in love with anyone. I fucking won’t”.
He lifts a burning hand and reaches out to me but I turn away, preventing him from grazing my cheek with his fingertips. “I got into a fight with two boys from the Bloodbath Kingdoms”, I say monotonously, keeping my gaze firmly fixated on the ground.
Chanyeol inhales sharply, pulling his hand back abruptly and I can feel his iron-heavy stare boring into the side of my face. His glowing eyes travel over my face once more, frantically searching for any signs that I might be fooling around with him but he finds none. Instead, all he gets in response is my signature stone-cold expression, my lips set in a grim line as I stare back at him.
“Don’t look at me in that condescending way”, I hiss through gritted teeth.
“Why?” The word comes out as a whisper from him, almost inaudible.
I frown up at him, sifting through my mind for a clever answer but I’m unable to come up with any. So I settle for the truth, deciding it’s for the best. “It was unexpected”, I admit. “I was taking a walk in the woods and I ended up at the edge of the boundary. Jongdae was training by himself, practicing his electrical ability and he caught sight of me and came to say hello”. Well, that’s not exactly the truth but it’s close enough, so I press on hastily.
“We made small talk”, I go on. “Then Luhan happened to pass by and he joined in with our conversation. They asked me if I wanted a friendly match with them and I agreed to do so”.
I pause, scanning Chanyeol’s features for any hints of disgust. He just blinks back at me, his flickering eyes hard and expressionless. “That’s not it”, he shoots back flatly, folding his arms across his chest. “It was never a friendly match to begin with, Syona. You were angry. You were raging, dying for an output to release your anger. The energy was coursing through your veins and you needed to release it, so you took it out on them. You were always impulsive from before and today is no different”.
The truth of his words burns as much as any one of his flames and I don’t have to spare a glance at him to see that he’s furious with me. The fire dancing around him morphs from its cheery orange tinge to a dangerous shade of blue, indicating the rise of his temper. And I know from experience that the moment Chanyeol’s flames start to burn an icy blue, I should back down. I should make a run for it while I can, I should take cover from the wrath of his inferno.
The burn scars I’d received from him over the years start to prickle at my skin, a silent warning sign. Digging my heels into the gravel, I stand my ground. “You would do the same if you were in my shoes”, I snarl.
“If I were in your shoes, I would run to you instead of throwing myself to the wolves of the Bloodbath Kingdoms!” He barks. His clenched fists glow threateningly, trembling with the deadly heat of his well-controlled flames and the sight of them sends a burst of anticipation through my veins. I want to feel the agonizing burn against my skin once more, I want him to make me feel alive.
I want to fight him. I want to fight tooth and nail with my best friend.
“Your impulsiveness is going to fuck you up one day, Syona”, Chanyeol says evenly, levelling his gaze with mine. “Since you’re going to be such an impulsive brat, you’ll get what you give”.
Without warning, he hurls a raging fireball in my direction, swinging his fist out with such force that I’m actually caught off guard. Startled, I fling myself sideways without a second thought, although I’m not quick enough. The flames singe off the ends of my silver hair, missing my face by a hair’s breadth and I’m sprawled out on the ground in shock, my limbs trembling from the suddenness of it all.
The surrounding temperature increases stealthily, wrapping itself around me like a suffocating blanket as Chanyeol advances on me like a predator, flames licking at his heels and making him seem like he’s just ascended straight from the pits of hell. Not giving me the chance to recover, he aims a second ball of fire at me, chuckling as he does so.
Upon my silent command, I reflect the fireball with the manipulated steel shield adorning my arm and hastily scramble to my feet, harried and out of breath. The fireball ricochets through the air like a boomerang and Chanyeol catches it easily, extinguishing it with a snap of his fingers.
Tossing a grin at me, he cracks his neck on both sides and raises an eyebrow. “Be quick on your feet, Syona. That way, you’ll have an advantage over your opponent”.
My lips twist into a sneer at that. “Speak for yourself, long limbs”.
He barely has time to recoil from my insult before I send an army of steel daggers his way, the glinting blades slicing through thin air and catching him fresh across the face. Even from my position, I can see the deep gashes the daggers leave on his flushed cheeks, crimson blood tracking down the sides of his face and onto the gravelled ground. He flinches from the stinging pain, his previous cheery grin morphing into a scowl as he eyes me from afar.
“You’re going to get hell for that”, he thunders, the threat dangling in the air and looming over me.
A powerful stomp of his foot against the cracked ground is all it takes for an explosion of raging orange flames to surround me in a blazing ring, hindering my movement. Emitting a curse beneath my breath, I whip around to glare at Chanyeol through the flames. The dancing inferno causes his leering expression to grow distorted, making it seem like he’s got the devil waltzing in his eyes.
My mind shifts into overdrive and I drop my gaze down to my outfit, frantically searching for anything that can be utilized as a weapon. My eyes rest on the dull iron buttons studding the length of my jacket and the embryo of an idea starts to form in my head, my hands automatically outstretching themselves to call on the metallic energy of the earth. Power floods through my fingers and I shut my eyes, allowing my ability to completely overwhelm my entire being. The iron buttons bend to my will, ripping themselves from my jacket and forming a rock-hard explosive bullet mid-air. Upon my mental command, I pour all of my wrath into the manipulated bullet and send it whizzing through the air as though firing a gun, propelling it towards Chanyeol who’s still in control of my flaming cage.
The iron bullet explodes at his feet, sending him rocketing backwards across the training field and instantly, my fiery prison extinguishes into thin air. Clean and clear oxygen fills my lungs as I race across the field, hurling glinting blades and ninja stars and anything metallic my ability can get its hands on in Chanyeol’s direction with blinding speed and accuracy. They slice through the material of his clothes, leaving behind patches and holes and evidence of my attacks as I pound my way over to his sprawled body on the ground, his limbs still trembling due to the earlier explosion of the iron bullet.
I’ve got him. I can take advantage of his moment of disorientation, nail him to the ground with a few scraps of aluminium shards and claim my victory. Easy as pie.
But Chanyeol has other plans. Despite his vulnerable position on the ground, he still manages to send a roaring tidal wave of explosive flames my way. They rock the world to its core, uncontrollable tremors reverberating through the ground and knocking me clean off my feet. My back slams against the gravel and for a split second, the entire world is bathed in various shades of angry red, making it seem as though everything is fire. The skies turn an ugly shade of blood orange, eerily similar to Chanyeol’s inferno and just like that, the blood orange morphs into a shade of ash-grey before my very eyes. An astonishingly lengthy flaming whip swings itself through the ash-filled air and hurtles down towards me, its heat threatening to burn.
On instinct, I squeeze my eyes shut and the next thing I’m aware of is the heavy weight of flaming shackles binding my arms and legs down to the ground, restricting my movement entirely. Chanyeol looms over me, his body bathed in red and gold as flames coat his shoulders and arms. With outstretched hands, he curls his fingers inward and mutters a command under his breath, utilizing his ability to tighten the hold of the fiery shackles keeping me pinned down. The overwhelming heat isn’t enough to burn through my skin but the sting of them is still evident, sufficient to hold me down.
Flakes of ash float in the air, thickening the atmosphere and making it hard to see or breathe. My chest is heavy, my body struggling against the blazing restraints but Chanyeol tightens his control over me, chasing after his victory. He’s careful to maintain the heat, taking care to not burn me but it still hurts all the same. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to speak, it hurts to even struggle.
I reach for any flicker of metal energy but it fades away into nothingness, abandoning me and leaving me completely powerless and weapon-less. My body and mind scream at me to admit defeat, too drained to fight back against the wrath of Chanyeol’s inferno.
Chanyeol gazes down at me through the flames, a smile ghosting his lips as he watches me squirm pathetically under his control. He even has the audacity to wink. “Ready to give up?” He coos, clenching his fists by his sides.
The shackles start to sear through my wrists and ankles, the heat too agonizing for me to think straight. As much as my physique is in agony, my indignant pride hurts even more. Gritting my teeth, I give in. I hand the victory over to Chanyeol, placing it in his hands nicely.
“Truce”, I gasp, choking on the ash in the wind. And just like magic, my blazing shackles extinguish into nothing, leaving behind pink-tinged marks on my wrists. The world, which was previously on fire, returns to normal as Chanyeol simmers down and proffers a hand to me. With wounded pride, I grasp onto his outstretched hand and let him pull me to my feet, my knees still knocking together from the toll of the battle.
Up close, I catch glimpses of the deep and bloody gashes embedded in the skin of his cheeks as a result of my blades from earlier. Part of me wants to reach out and stroke them tenderly, while the other part wants to laugh at his predicament.
“Alright?” Chanyeol checks, brushing bits of stray ash from my slumped shoulders. His hands linger on me longer than they should but for once, I don’t shudder away. Instead, I allow his touch to linger on my skin, a comfort in its own quiet little way.
“Better, as compared to just now”, I answer honestly. “Thanks for making me feel alive again”.
“Don’t mention it. I enjoy kicking your ass”.
He squeals as I shove him in the shoulder playfully, rolling my eyes good-naturedly as I do so. The tension from earlier melts away, replaced with our usual cheekiness and good ole’ chemistry. In many ways, I’m grateful that Chanyeol never attempts to coddle me like how everyone back at the castle does. He lets me explode, he lets me rant and rage and show my true colours without judgement, allowing me to develop and grow instead of suppressing me. As annoying and smartass as he is at times, he’s still my best friend and over my dead body would I let anybody lay a finger on him. They’ll have to get through me to do so.
“Luhan wants me to drop by the Bloodbath Kingdoms more often”, I say randomly. “They would like to have a battle with me again sometime soon”.
Chanyeol tilts his head to the side thoughtfully. “Do you plan to do so?”
“Why not? It’s a good way to train myself”.
“Yeah, but…” He trails off, hesitating as though mulling over a thought in his head. Then he emits a sigh and looks me right in the eye with an air of severity, which is rare for his cheery self. “It’s fairly dangerous, don’t you think so?”
I shrug. “They didn’t seem too vicious to me”.
If Chanyeol is uncomfortable with the topic of the Bloodbath boys, he doesn’t say anything else. “Well”, he relents, “be careful. You never know what could go wrong”.
We trail off into silence, falling into step with each other as we tread through the woods and in the direction of the grand castle on the hill. Then I pause in my tracks for a moment, touching Chanyeol’s elbow lightly and holding him back.
“You won’t tell, right?” I ask tersely once he turns around to face me.
He stares back at me blankly. “Tell what to whom?”
“My parents. That I engaged in a battle with the Bloodbath boys. They’ll disown me if they find out about my shenanigans”.
“I won’t breathe a word about it to anyone”, he reassures me. “Not even to the rest of the boys of the Peace Kingdoms”.
We continue trudging through the woods, heat radiating from his body and I bask in it quietly, grateful for his warmth. As we approach the castle, the surrounding temperatures drop rapidly, a clear indication of how cold and heartless royalty life actually is. Chanyeol walks me right up to the double doors of the entrance, giving me one last fond smile as I press the palm of my hand against the multiple locks, undoing them immediately.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then”, he says lightly. “Training will commence in the morning”.
I nod wordlessly, bumping fists with him before slipping through the double doors and back into my cold and heartless world.
Dinnertime in the Kwon household is always tension-filled, the only sounds filling the dining room coming from the clinking of cutlery and the occasional ‘Hey, could you please pass the salt?’
I’m usually contented with the silence, losing myself in my own thoughts as I pick at whatever happens to be on my plate and letting Yuri and my parents chatter amongst themselves. But tonight, the attention revolves around me and I don’t like it one bit. With my parents’ eyes fastened on me and Yuri still on tenterhooks around me due to my outburst earlier this afternoon, I feel like I might crack under the scrutiny.
My mother, Queen Kwon Boa of the ruling Metal Kingdom, clears her throat and zeroes in on me, her fork clinking against her plate delicately. “Dearest daughter”, she begins tentatively, casting a worried sideways glance at my father for reassurance. “We need to talk about your upcoming marriage”.
Yuri stops chewing at the sound of those words, opting to take a sip of water instead while stealing glances at me over the rim of her glass. I ignore her, focusing on my mother’s tight expression instead. “What about it?” I ask stonily.
My father, King Kwon Hyunsoo, takes over the conversation. “Have you decided on a future husband yet?” His tone is sharp and cold, matching mine, and I inwardly flinch at the eerie similarities between both of us. Ever since I was a little girl, everyone always commented on how I take after my father so much more as compared to my mother, from our sculptured facial features to our blunt, ‘rough-around-the-edges’ personalities. While my mother is more on the pushover, ‘quaint, little lady’ side (like most of the women in Exotica), my father is straightforward and authoritative. Just like me.
I set my fork down a little too hard, since both Yuri and my mother flinch at the deafening clink. My father, on the other hand, levels me with that trademark stern glare of his, his fingers stapled in front of his pursed lips as he awaits my answer.
“Not yet”, I answer with as much grace as a princess can muster.
“What are you waiting for?” Father sighs exasperatedly. “Time waits for nobody, Syona. There are so many boys out there who are desperate for your hand in marriage. Why don’t you just select one and get it over and done with?”
Indignation bubbles up in me and I have to resist the urge to rise to my feet defiantly. The steel fork in my hand bends to my will and Yuri notices this, shrinking away from me instinctively. “With all due respect, Father”, I begin through gritted teeth, “marriage is not just about picking the most powerful man out there. If I want to ‘tie the knot’, I’ll do so with the man I genuinely love. And as of now, I’m not in love with anyone”.
“You are eighteen, Syona, not eight”, Father snaps. “You shouldn’t be living in such a foolish fantasy world anymore. Marriage is necessary for Exotica to prosper and since you’re the sole heir to the throne of our kingdom, you don’t have a choice in this. As I’m sure Yuri mentioned to you during etiquette lessons, either you pick a man for yourself or I will”.
“I’m sure you have plenty of boys you’re in love with”, Mother pipes up brightly. Too brightly. As though she knows she’s treading on thin ice, especially when it comes to my temper. “How about that lovely Park Chanyeol boy you’re always training with? I’ve seen him walk you home on several occasions”.
I almost burst into incredulous laughter at such a morbid idea. Marrying Chanyeol? My best friend? Please. “That’s not going to happen”, I say dismissively. “Chanyeol is just a friend, like the rest of the boys”.
“Friend or not, pick one of them”, Father commands. “If not, I’m seriously contemplating between Kim Junmyeon of the Water Kingdom and Do Kyungsoo of the Earth Kingdom. Both of them are astonishingly skilled in their abilities and are respectable young men with decent looks”.
“Why do you always paint the Peace Kingdoms boys in such a good light?” I blurt out. “The Bloodbath boys are no different from them”. As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wish I can take them back. I shouldn’t have brought up such a taboo topic, especially in front of my parents who are the goddamned rulers of this land.
At the other end of the dining table, I hear Yuri inhale sharply. My impulsive words to her earlier this afternoon are still ringing in her mind, and I know it. Indulging in a battle with the boys of the Bloodbath Kingdoms is better than being forced into a marriage.
“Take back such atrocious words!” Father thunders, bringing his clenched fist down on the table. The cutlery shudders due to the impact and for one panicky second, I fear he’s going to send a steel fork my way. He doesn’t, opting to fix me with another one of his steely glares (get it? Steely? Yes, pun intended).
“Do not speak about such vile creatures in my household ever again”, he adds.
“Those vile creatures still run free in your land”, I retort. “And as long as they’re male and heirs to their thrones, I’m free to marry any of them if I choose to do so”.
Okay, I’m not actually planning to marry any of the Bloodbath boys. To be honest, I have no idea why I brought them up in the first place. Perhaps it’s because I want to hit a raw nerve deep in my father’s ice-cold heart, just for the sake of it. I want to get back at him without weapons, with just empty words, to show that I’m more than my ability.
I may be the heir to the Metal Kingdom’s throne and a master manipulator when it comes to my undefeatable ability, a worthy pawn in the game the nobles are playing in order to maintain control over Exotica. But I am also my own person, and a dangerous one at that when my buttons are pushed. And Father is definitely pushing my buttons now, especially when it comes to the sensitive topics of equality and treatment of every single kingdom under our control.
“Anyway”, I continue, ignoring the gaping expressions of Mother and Yuri and completely zeroing in on Father, “weren’t you the one who said to remain on neutral terms with both the Peace and Bloodbath Kingdoms when we came to rule?”
“’Neutral terms’ doesn’t mean getting yourself hitched with any one of them!” Father is furious now, the prominent vein throbbing in his forehead. I’m pushing him past his limits, treading in dangerous territory by now but once I’ve started, I can’t stop. Another trait which I’d inherited from him in the first place.
“You’re contradicting yourself”, I remark flatly, rising to my feet and leering down at him. “You want me to get married and you want me to choose a man by myself. But when I offer up a suggestion of ‘tying the knot’ with one of the Bloodbath Kingdoms, you shut me down. The boys of the Bloodbath Kingdoms are still boys and they deserve to be treated as our equals, regardless of their past mistakes and their presumed violence. You cut them off because of fear. Fear that they’ll overthrow us and wreak havoc over Exotica. But if you’re so powerful as you claim us to be, why should we have that fear in the first place?”
“Syona, that’s enough”, Yuri cuts in hastily, shooting wary glances at my father who’s now completely red in the face. She rises to her feet, placing a delicate hand on my arm but I flinch away from her touch, rounding in on Father angrily.
“I don’t know what makes you men think that you’re so entitled to treat women like as though they’re just mere pawns in the games you play. If I were your son instead of your daughter, you wouldn’t be coercing me into a marriage I don’t want. Do you think Mother wanted to marry you in the first place? Of course she didn’t! She was forced into it, exactly like how you’re forcing me right now!”
Mother’s breathy gasp is accompanied by the deafening smash of the water glass which slips from Yuri’s grasp, the piece of crockery shattering into a million pieces. Taking this moment of distraction as a chance to escape, I pivot on my heel and bolt for the door, barely sparing a glance over my shoulder as Father roars at me to stay put. I shut him out, slipping out of the dining room and making a beeline for the front doors, yanking my leather jacket off its hook and donning it as I march out into the chilly night breeze.
My sneakers crunch noisily as I stomp down the gravelled path and head deep into the woods, head bent against the ruthless wind clawing at my face. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hoots softly and all the way above, the full moon dominates the sky, casting a silvery glow over the lands beautifully. Its rays are the exact same colour as my hair and this little fact makes me smile briefly, my feet taking me further into the woods. Along the way, I pass by the Fire Kingdom, its deep red castle glittering in the light of the moon. Sculptured flames adorn the towering pillars, the large dome crafted in such a way that millions of coloured shards of glass form a masterpiece of a golden crown on fire, signifying the wrath of the flame manipulators.
I halt in my tracks to admire the wonders of the infrastructure, my eyes automatically scanning for Chanyeol’s bedroom window on the highest floor. At this time in the evening, the lights of his room are off and life bustles in the royal dining hall of the Fire castle, indicating that they’re having dinner at the moment.
Letting out a breath, I turn away from my best friend’s home and plunge deeper into the shadows of the trees, crunching on twigs and branches as I do so. Up ahead, I catch glimpses of the Earth Kingdom and the brief thought of hurling a rock through Kyungsoo’s bedroom window crosses my mind. Snorting silently to myself, I continue trekking past the beige-green castle, admiring the serenity of the building. From before, I’ve always been fond of how grounded (pun intended) Kyungsoo is; level-headed, peaceful and unassuming, he’s always been the quiet one in the group of boys, although his strength speaks for itself. He’s way more destructive than he portrays himself to be, a silent threat to the rest of the kingdoms and if I were in an entirely different dimension, I might actually fall for him. Combine his good looks with his power and attractive personality and he’s the complete package.
But not for me. He doesn’t deserve to be tied down with destructive ole’ me. No way. He deserves an equally grounded girl, somebody a totally different realm from me. With that in mind, I turn away from the Earth Kingdom and back to the path in front of me. To my surprise, I’ve reached the boundary of the Bloodbath Kingdoms and am now standing on the edge of the line, my eyes searching through the clustered darkness for any signs of activity. The first thing that catches my eye is the castle nearest to me.
Crystal blue, domineering and adorned with sculptured snowflakes all over its infrastructure, it’s obvious that it is associated with the Frost Kingdom. Its pillars are in the shape of pointed icicles, reaching up towards the ink-black sky and glinting at the tips. The entire building boasts an air of intimidation and I’m so intrigued by it that I don’t notice the lean figure hovering in the darkness, his eyes locked on me.
Only when tiny snowflakes start to float in the air do I notice the person’s presence. Tearing my gaze away from the castle, I find myself staring into the cruelly cold eyes of Kim Minseok, heir to the throne of the Frost Kingdom. His pupils are an icy blue, so sharp and cold that they could freeze a cup of coffee, and even staring back at him sends a queasy chill through my bones. His hair is grey, no, completely white. Unlike my own silver locks, his head of hair is shockingly white, eerily similar to pure snow. Combined with his piercing blue eyes, he resembles a very ferocious cat, ready to pounce on me and tear me apart with his frosted claws.
“Princess Kwon Syona of the Metal Kingdom”, he croons in a silky voice, almost purring as he spits my title out. “What brings you to the boundary of the Bloodbath Kingdoms tonight?”
Acting on instinct, I call on every fibre of existing metallic energy in the vicinity, storing them deep within me for my own safety. The pulsing ball of power beats in time to my heart, eager to spill out into the open air. Fully equipped, I pull myself to my full and not-so-impressive height of five feet, eyeing the Frost prince challengingly from a distance. “In all honesty, I was just taking a stroll through the woods”, I explain tightly. “But if you would like me to swing by your little neighbourhood for a friendly chat, I would love to do so”.
Minseok laughs a silvery laugh, beckoning me with a crook of his finger. “Come over here, then. We’ve just been talking about you not too long ago”.
My defence mechanisms kick in instantly and I narrow my eyes. “We?”
He nods. “Luhan and Jongdae told me and the rest of the boys about their battle with you today. I must say, it’s really impressive. A Metal princess thrashing two Bloodbath boys at one go? You must be supremely gifted, Syona”.
I linger by the edge of the boundary, resisting the temptation to cross over into dangerous territory eagerly. “I am”, I reply nonchalantly. “No doubt there”.
“Gifted, confident and drop-dead gorgeous”. Minseok clucks his tongue in approval, stretching his lips into a sinister grin. “You’re the complete package, Princess. And to think that you’re the future queen of Exotica. Have you picked a husband yet?”
I scowl at the topic of marriage. “I don’t intend to get married, Frostface”.
He takes no offense at the insult. Instead, his grin just widens, almost splitting his face in half. “Pity”. He shakes his head, donning on a saddened mask. “You have no clue of the overwhelming love we hold for you in our hearts”.
“You bloodthirsty creatures are capable of love?” I sneer. “What do you take me for? I’m no fool”.
“You would be surprised, Princess”. With a snap of his fingers, Minseok conjures up a glittering snowflake in the shape of a rose, the intricate art of it beautifully detailed in every way possible. With an air of pride, he holds his masterpiece out to me with both hands and drops to a deep bow, his snow-white hair falling over his icy eyes. “I am one of those who hold deeply passionate feelings for you, Your Highness”, he coos in that silky voice of his. “Hopefully you’ll deem me suitable enough for the crown and the title of Exotica’s future king, as well as your lover”.
I accept the snow rose out of courtesy, holding it in the palms of my hands and allowing it to numb my fingers. Up close, it’s even more beautiful. The gesture is sweet, as sweet as Minseok’s honeyed words and it just makes me even warier than ever.
“Thanks”, I finally grind out once I manage to find my voice. “How sweet of you”.
He tosses a wink at me and takes a step back, gesturing to the boundary segregating us with his white hands. “You are free to step into our territory, if you desire to do so”.
“What do you want from me?” I ask bluntly, refusing to budge.
“Just your mere presence”.
The words don’t come from Minseok. Instead, Jongdae emerges from the shadows, his trademark Chesire grin ghosting his lips as he materializes into view, his hands devoid of his usual sparks. He comes to stand next to Minseok, clapping the Frost prince on the back and turning back to face me.
“Welcome back, Princess”, the Lightning prince purrs, the words electrified as his sparks. “It’s such a pleasure to see you again”.
“Wish I could say the same about you”, I bite out, releasing my grip on the snow rose and allowing it to melt into a glittery puddle at my feet. I don’t miss the flicker of disappointment on Minseok’s face.
Jongdae presses a hand to his heart dramatically in faux hurt, although the shit-eating grin on his face never wavers. “Your words cut deeper than any one of your knives, Your Highness”.
Rooted rigidly to the spot with my hands clenched by my sides, I stare dead into Jongdae’s eyes, taking note of the malicious way his pupils crinkle with the electricity buzzing deep within him. He’s a born predator, as my own animalistic senses can tell. His lightning burns more than any flame out there, ready to fry and sizzle and kill.
“Do you want to fight me again?” I question, zeroing in on the Lightning prince and completely disregarding Minseok’s frosty presence.
Jongdae chuckles, his laughter sounding exactly like nails on a chalkboard. “I think you’ve already proven your skills, Princess. To answer your question, no, I do not want to fight. As of now, all we desire for is your mere presence and company. We would be honoured to welcome you into our territory properly this time, instead of attempting to spill your blood”.
For a split second, I think of turning my back on them and ambling back into the woods without another word. I could make my way back to the castle and back to safety, I could walk away from the calculated game the Bloodbath Boys are so skilled at playing, I could turn away from evident danger.
But I could also use this opportunity to discover a whole new world that lies in the depths of the woods, I could head-hunt for a suitable spouse like how Father keeps insisting for me to do so. And this is a chance for me to get under his skin, to prove to him that even the people of the Bloodbath Kingdoms deserve equal treatment from the ruling Metal Kingdom.
So I take the leap of faith, crossing over the boundary as casually as I can muster although my heart is in my throat, a mixture of fear and adrenalin coursing through my blood. Jongdae and Minseok part for me to walk through, and I don’t miss the way they exchange a knowing smile behind my back. Without a word, they trail after me as I trudge deeper into Bloodbath territory, my sneakers crunching noisily on yellowing grass. The castles of the various kingdoms lie clustered together, leaving hardly any breathing space. The air is pungent, heavy with the scent of hatred and evil, forcing to breathe through my mouth so that the stench doesn’t overwhelm me.
The next castle after the Frost Kingdom houses the Time Control Kingdom. Painted in deep shades of red and black, the castle stands firm and stoic, flaunting an air of authority and power. As I’m quietly admiring the intricate artwork carved into the front double doors, they swing open to reveal the heir to the throne himself, his lips set in a straight line as his gaze sweeps over me.
Huang Zitao is completely clad in black from head to toe, resembling more of an assassin as compared to a Time Controller. From his polished shoes to his carefully-ironed jumpsuit to his jet-black hair and matching ebony eyes, he radiates an intimidating air. With a spark in his black eyes and a faint smile ghosting his pursed lips, he makes a beeline for me with a hand extended. Warily, I take it and return the handshake, peering up at him through narrowed eyes.
“Greetings, Princess Kwon Syona”, he murmurs. “It’s a pleasure to meet you”.
“I can’t say the same about you”, I mutter under my breath, resulting in a delirious snort from Jongdae who’s hovering at my shoulder.
A frown creases Tao’s forehead and he parts his lips as though getting ready to return an equally snarky remark but Jongdae’s electrifying grip on my elbow stops him from doing so. “Moving on to the next kingdom”, the Lightning prince pipes up cheerily, propelling me away from the fuming Time Control heir.
The hairs on my arm stand on end as a result of Jongdae’s electric touch and I shake him off irritably, opting to lean towards Minseok’s radiating iciness instead. The Frost prince seems happy to have me in such close proximity and inwardly, I cringe at his lovestruck expression. It’s sickening, really.
“We’re approaching the Healing Kingdom”, Jongdae informs me. “Try to keep your comments to yourself this time”.
“Why? Is your ego still bruised?” I mock. “Looks like the Healing Kingdom isn’t doing its job at all”.
“Hello there, Princess Syona”.
The soft, mellow voice attracts my attention and I turn around to lock eyes with Zhang Yixing himself, heir to the throne of the Healing Kingdom. Dressed in simple robes and boots, he looks exceptionally serene in comparison to the rest of the Bloodbath boys. His soft mouth is upturned into an angelic smile, his brown eyes twinkling with the radiant glow of kindness.
“Hello”. I nod at him politely, to which he drops to a deep bow in response. His soothing gaze falls on the burn scars making my collarbones, proudly earned from my battles with Chanyeol’s flames over the years. Time has caused the skin on my collarbones to toughen, moulding into the shape of the scars and I carry them around with a hint of pride, flaunting off the evidence of my ruthless training.
“Let me have a look”, Yixing urges gently, reaching out to my battle scars with those magical fingers of his. Immediately, I leap backwards and away from his touch, refusing to let his healing powers bleed onto my skin.
“Don’t touch them”, I hiss, one hand pressed to my collarbones protectively. “I shed blood, sweat and tears to earn them and no way in hell am I going to let you take them away from me”.
The three boys stare at me in bemusement, an air of inquisitiveness and curiosity lingering over them like Jongdae’s storm cloud. A tension-filled silence hangs over us, so thick I could cut through it with one of my knives and I set my jaw defiantly, marching past all of them and taking a shortcut through a nearby weaving path. It leads me past the Telekinesis and Flight Kingdoms, Luhan catching my eye from his perch on a nearby tree as I amble past his ash-grey castle. We hold our gazes for a while, until he blinks down at me slowly and allows a tiny smirk to ghost across his rosebud lips. His doe-like eyes twinkle with mischief as he shouts an acknowledgement down at me.
“Welcome home, Princess”, he sings, shooting a wink as he does so.
I ignore him, cutting across the lawn and strolling past the Flight Kingdom with Jongdae and Minseok still trailing after me like a pair of lost puppies. Jongdae clips me on the heels several times and I have to resist the urge to turn back and stab him, his snickers reaching my ears.
Kris Wu of the Flight Kingdom lingers on the patio of his castle, eyeing me afar with his long arms dangling over the banister lazily. Next to him, a tall young woman hovers by his shoulder, majestic black angel wings sprouting from her back as she sends a cool smile my way. Her hair is in the loveliest shade of black I’ve ever seen, cascading over her sharp shoulder blades like an inky waterfall and complimenting her wings beautifully. This is Jessica Jung, stepsister of Kris Wu, and she’s due to turn eighteen by the end of this year.
The Flight siblings resemble each other in every way. Just like his stepsister, Kris possesses a pair of jet-black angel wings himself, as well as similar fair skin tones and towering height. As I stride past, both of them follow every movement of mine with steady dark eyes, their heads turning in my direction. Their iron-heavy gazes bore into my back and I do my best to shrug their attention off, my feet taking me in the direction of the last Bloodbath Kingdom.
The Lightning castle is painted in royal shades of purple, white and blue, signifying the colours of Jongdae’s sparks and bolts. The pillars stretch up towards the sky, their peaks grazing against the ever-present grey crackling storm cloud hovering over the castle. A petite young woman close to Jessica’s age is stretched on the stairs in front of the double doors, toying with a few stray sparks snaking around her slender fingertips. Her dark hair frames her heart-shaped face prettily, bringing out the electricity flooding her equally dark eyes.
When she glances up from her electrified fingers and catches my eye, I recognize her immediately. She is Kim Taeyeon, princess of the Lightning Kingdom and Jongdae’s younger sister. I’ve heard snippets of her, thanks to Baekhyun’s endless gushing at the end of every training session. According to the Light prince’s mushy babbling, Kim Taeyeon is utterly sweet and unassuming despite her destructive power, her docile personality matching her equally docile facial features. In short, she’s resembles a very sweet-looking doll, her glittering eyes wide and innocent and her rosebud lips pushed into a little pout.
Despite her angelic aura, I can’t help but wonder what she’s really like on the battlefield. It’s nearly impossible to keep up with such an unassuming persona during a fight and the fact that she manages to keep her composure even with electricity dancing on her skin makes me feel really uncomfortable. Still waters run deep, Junmyeon likes to preach whenever people underestimate his ability and as of now, I finally understand the saying. Taeyeon may seem like a fragile porcelain doll on the exterior but who knows what kind of monster she’s capable of morphing into when she’s threatened?
Upon meeting my eye, the Lightning princess gets to her feet with a fluid grace I have yet to master and makes a beeline for me, dropping to a deep and respectful curtesy. “Princess Kwon Syona of the Metal Kingdom”, she murmurs in a strangely melodious voice, “welcome to the Bloodbath Kingdoms. It is an honour to receive your gracing presence”.
“Back to you, Princess Kim Taeyeon”, I respond curtly, ducking my silver head as a form of respect to a fellow princess.
“What do we have to do to receive the royal treatment?” Jongdae protests from behind me. “God, now I wish I were a girl too”.
Taeyeon levels her brother with the look only siblings can muster, her eyes crinkling with annoyance. “Utter bullshit, dear brother”, she snaps, a far cry away from her earlier docile persona. “You have no idea how hard it is to be a girl in this land”.
That snags my attention right away and I turn back to stare at the princess’s side profile, studying her closely. Realizing my focus on her, Taeyeon flushes a pretty shade of pink and bows her head shamefully. “My apologies, Your Highness. I did not mean to use such foul language in your presence”.
“No apologies needed”, I murmur. “You speak the truth, my lady”.
I don’t give her the chance to respond before I zero in on Jongdae, narrowing my eyes authoritatively. “I want a battle with you”, I boldly proclaim. “Right here, right now”.
Jongdae doesn’t flinch from the sudden demand. Instead, he cracks a few of his knuckles and nods eagerly, beckoning me to follow him. I trail after him, following him as he leads me to their training field at the furthest end of the land. We trudge into the ring and I start to notice the crowd of spectators gathered around the barriers adorning the perimeter of the field.
Kris and Jessica hover nearby, their ebony wings fluttering in the night breeze. Yixing and a group of healers linger next to them, looking on anxiously and prepared to leap in with their magical touches. Luhan is perched on a branch of a neighbouring oak tree, basking in the luxury of having the best view of the entire training field. Minseok and Tao and Taeyeon cluster together at the furthest end of the field, exchanging hushed whispers between one another as they overlook Jongdae and me in the ring.
Jongdae studies me from afar, taking his stance at the other end of the field while I plant myself at the opposite end, taking my time to absorb the surrounding metallic energy dancing in the deepest depths of the earth. Being in this particular ring puts me at a great advantage, especially since the barrier adorning the perimeter is crafted entirely out of iron and steel, two materials which I adore endlessly. Another plus point is that Jongdae’s outfit consists of several accessories made out of silver, dangling from his neck and wrists prominently.
The tension in the atmosphere increases ten-fold, further amplified when Kris breaks away from the crowd and bolts towards the edge of the barrier, his hands clutching the steel as he yells, “Slaughter her, Jongdae!”
The crowd roars behind him and this spurs Jongdae on, his hands crackling with raging lightning. Whipping his fists back and thrusting them forward with full force, he sends an army of white-hot bolts my way, the air surging with electrifying heat.
My nimble feet act before I do, sending me spiralling into a graceful cartwheel and out of the way of the deadly bolts hurtling my way. As I land nicely on hands and knees, I slam the palms of my hands against the gravelled ground, commanding the metal energy of the earth to act according to my will. The ground groans under my force, sending Jongdae flying across the field like as though he’s just a mere piece of paper.
The Lightning prince slams against the barriers with a sickening thud, his lightning going haywire without his control. From above, the storm clouds spit webs of electricity down at me, hissing and screaming with such ferociousness that even Taeyeon herself is in awe, her wide eyes fixated on the wrath of her brother’s power.
“Jongdae, get up!” Tao cries from somewhere in the crowd, his arms flapping around frantically. “Don’t let her kick your ass!”
Jongdae attempts to adhere to Tao’s command, rubbing the back of his throbbing head and crawling on hands and knees to rise to his feet but I beat him to it. Furrowing my brow, I channel all of my energy into the pulsing beat of the Lightning prince’s silver necklace around his neck, mentally grabbing onto it and yanking him to his feet. Jongdae whips around to stare at me, stunned as I drag him across the field and right up to me, keeping a firm grasp on the metallic pulse of his silver jewellery.
“That’s right, Jongdae”, I spit right in his face. “Don’t let me kick your ass. Show me what you’ve got. Don’t fucking hold back!”
With that, I release my mental hold on his necklace and send him propelling across the field once more, using the force of the earth to shove against his physique. The Lightning prince careens across the length of the battlefield like a feather, plunging the land into a frenzied electricity storm as he loses control over his own ability. The crowd goes wild, cheering and yelling and cursing and stomping as I advance on Jongdae like a predator, steel ninja stars and blades hovering by my shoulders like bullets ready to be fired.
I’m so high on my power that I don’t notice Jongdae raising a hand, webs of sparks bursting out of his fingers and slamming straight into my tiny form, sending me hurtling all the way across the field. As I fall back-first against the hard gravel, the grey skies open up threateningly, countless number of lightning bolts in purple, white and blue raining down on me like a thunderstorm.
Spurred on by panic, a sturdy aluminium shield folds itself over my sprawled form, protecting me from the worst of the electrified storm. His bolts thunk against my shield furiously, leaving behind ugly dents in the aluminium. Keeping my head covered, I roll over on my front and rise to my feet, darting across the ring on my nimble feet.
The feverish roars of the crowd make my head pound, making it hard for me to concentrate. Exhaling through puffed-out cheeks, I quietly claw for the metallic attraction of Jongdae’s silver bracelets, twisting and bending them to my heart’s content and soon, from somewhere behind me, I hear my opponent emit a long string of curses. Whipping around, I see him shackled down to the ground by his own bracelets, thanks to my own doing.
His restricted movement doesn’t hold him back from conjuring up an electrified hurricane, the world exploding into a million sparks as electricity bleeds through the air, singeing through my skin ruthlessly. My screams are carried away by the wind and my body acts on impulse, fighting electricity with metal. My beloved armour folds itself around my skin, protecting me from my buzzing surroundings and furiously reflecting the sparks hurtling my way. The lightning bounces right off me, reflecting back towards my opponent like a boomerang and the crowd’s screams increase ten-fold.
“Thrash her, Jongdae!” Kris howls from somewhere in the distance, instantly muffled by Minseok’s booming voice.
“Get him, Syona!” The Frost prince shouts, bouncing on the heels of his feet and frantically flapping his hands in the air.
This little encouragement knocks me off my concentration for a split second, putting me at a dismaying disadvantage as Jongdae charges towards me, grabbing me by the waist and slamming me back against the ground. His hands sizzle right through my gilded armour, sending shocks of agonizing jolts through me, and I writhe beneath him pathetically, howling at him like a banshee.
“Not so skilled now, are you, Princess?” The Lightning prince sneers down at me, practically frying my skin. “Did you really think I would’ve let a bitch defeat me in my own lands? This is Bloodbath territory, the territory I was born and raised in! You may have control over Exotica, but you’ll never have control over the Lightning Kingdom!”
His grip sears through my skin, tearing me apart from inside out and tears of agony start to leak from the sides of my eyes, my body thrashing in his hold frantically. The world bleeds purple, the hurricane of electricity roaring through the air and drowning everything out as Jongdae continues to berate me through his burning torture. His sparks hurt more than Chanyeol’s flames, his electricity burns brighter than any inferno Chanyeol could ever dream of conjuring up.
“Don’t fucking underestimate the power of the Bloodbath Kingdoms, you little bitch”, Jongdae snarls. “For so long, your blasted Metal Kingdom has been dying for the most powerful kingdom to tie the knot with. Well, you got what you asked for!”
His words shock me even more than his sparks do. Is this what his ferociousness is for? Just to prove his kingdom’s worth?
Despite the crippling pain surging through my veins, my head whips to the side on its own accord to lock eyes with Kim Taeyeon, who’s staring back at me with those wide eyes of hers. Her mouth hangs open, almost as stunned as I am to see such a vile and vicious side of her own brother and the sight of her causes my heart to slam against my ribcage frantically.
You have no idea how hard it is to be a girl in this land.
Her words from earlier on echo in the deepest depths of my mind and with a pang, I realize the heavy truth laden in them. She’s no different from I am; she’s just another royal girl who’s doomed to coerced into a marriage her heart is against. Doomed to live a future with a man she doesn’t love weighing her down. Doomed to be like me.
Unless…
Unless I marry her brother.
If I tie our kingdoms together once and for all, she doesn’t have to worry about her parents marrying her off. Because she’s already tied to the ruling kingdom, should I marry Kim Jongdae. With an equal balance of power between the Metal and Lightning Kingdoms, my betrothal to Jongdae saves another girl from getting coerced into another forced marriage. If I sacrifice my freedom, I can save Taeyeon. I can spare her from the heartbreak of losing sight of her own free-willed future.
My body springs into action before my mind does. Pushing through the agony, my knee flies up and collides harshly with the area between Jongdae’s legs, sending him into a pit of pain of his own. He falls sideways, groaning under his breath and releasing his hold on me. The searing burn melts away from my skin, leaving behind ugly dents in my gilded armour, and I scramble to my feet hastily, despite my body screaming in protest.
I have to finish off this battle. I have to prove that my kingdom is as worthy, as powerful as his. So I close my eyes and give myself over to the comforting warmth of my own ability, spreading my arms out like an eagle’s wings and calling on all the metal forces of the earth to work in harmony with me. I reach into the depths of my power, grasping onto the addictive feel of the barriers adoring the perimeter of the training field.
With a deafening screech, the barriers rip themselves from their screws and careen across the field, resulting in horrified and admirable gasps from the onlooking crowd. They smash through the field violently, flinging themselves in Jongdae’s direction according to my command. The collision roars throughout the air as the metal comes in contact with the electrified Lightning prince, sparks exploding everywhere and setting the entire world ablaze.
Jongdae ricochets through the air, slamming against his back on the hard gravel. Overhead, thunder booms threateningly but no lightning flashes. Instead, the blinding electricity flickers weakly, eventually fading away into nothing as the Lightning prince gasps from the agony, bruises decorating his arms and legs from where the barriers slammed into him earlier on.
The crowd goes dead silent. Mouths wide open, eyes bulging, hands pressed to their chests dramatically, the people of the Bloodbath Kingdoms fixate their stunned gazes on me. Their alert eyes travel down my exhausted form, drinking in the sight of my newly-earned lightning scars and my ruined armour and my frazzled silver hair, unable to believe that the panting, five-feet girl standing before them is the future queen of Exotica. Even Luhan is frozen, still stiffly perched in the nearby oak tree.
But the only face I’m searching for is Taeyeon’s. The princess of the Lightning Kingdom. The princess I’m going to save from another forced marriage, from a lifetime of castle chains and misery. She meets my eye, trembling from the shock of the entire battle, and I give her the tiniest of nods, almost invisible to the naked eye. She catches it anyway, her mouth falling open as realization dawns on her.
I don’t wait for her to protest.
Taking a deep breath, I march across the ruined field to the Lightning prince slumped on the ground, still attempting to catch his breath. Looming over him, I yank him to an upright position and he stares up at me blearily, purple bruises adorning his jaw and face.
I clear my throat, hushing the intense whispers of the crowd instantly. It’s now or never.
“Prince Kim Jongdae of the Lightning Kingdom”, I announce, ensuring that my voice booms across the land, audible enough for every single Bloodbath person out there. And just like that, the next few words are the final nails in my coffin, the door to my hopes of having a freedom-filled future slamming in my face.
“Will you marry me?”
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