#jordan parrish fanfiction
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Never A Dull Moment
Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: none
Genre: fluff
Summary: A semester abroad did not make you forget how quick chaos comes to Beacon Hills, but some things, like a new deputy for example, may make the crazy worth going through.
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You sigh to yourself as you flick on the lights in your apartment and drop your suitcases by the door. You loved your experience abroad but there's nothing quite as satisfying as coming home to sleep in your own bed, especially knowing you're officially done with school. Finishing your final college semester abroad was so brilliant of you. You only make it as far as your couch when you hear your bedroom door being swung open with an unnecessary amount of force and on reflex you grab one of the weapons stashed in your apartment and fling it down the hall before even seeing who is there. You gasp when your eyes register a familiar head of dark hair narrowly dodging your dagger.
"Fucking christ Stilinski what's wrong with you?!" You hiss at him.
"I missed you! I heard you'd be back today so-"
"So you broke into my apartment to wait for me?!"
"I didn't break anything I have a key." He shrugs.
"We live in Beacon Hills Stiles you can't come into people's homes unannounced I almost took your head off!" You scoff wrapping your arms around him in a hug.
"Yeah but you didn't so it's fine." He says.
"You need a lesson in appropriate responses to danger I swear." You shake your head.
"With you and Scott around I think I'm good." Stiles says.
"That's not- whatever. Since you're here you can tell me some of the things I missed that I know you all kept from me because I was in another country."
"We- didn't keep anything from you. Beacon Hills has been dreadfully boring without you. It's all Lydia talked about."
"I know you can lie better than that but I guess I'm glad you suck at lying to me. Spill it Stiles, it'll be much better for you to tell me now before I have to force those memories from you." You say.
"Can you even do that?" He frowns.
"Do you want to risk finding out?"
"Dead pool."
"What?"
"There was a teeny tiny thing we had to deal with called a dead pool." He shrugs.
"This teeny tiny thing wasn't teeny tiny at all was it?"
"I mean- relatively it wasn't so ba- no it wasn't teeny tiny at all. I thought everyone was gonna die and now Malia won't talk to me."
"Okay; explain to me what the 'dead pool' was and then we can circle back to the Malia thing?"
"A- list was going around with a bounty on the heads of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills so we essentially had to deal with a whole bunch of assassins because Peter accidentally recruited Meredith to enact his psycho revenge plan from after the fire that killed the Hale family and-"
"Woah. Meredith from Eichen?!" You blink at him.
"Yes. That's a whole subcategory of craziness that we can go over in detail later but the moral of the story is we lived and we only didn't tell you because there wasn't much you could do in Monte Carlo-"
"I was in Italy."
"Same difference, it's all Europe regardless of where you couldn't help and well there's no reason to stress you out with that feeling of hopelessness when you're supposed to be study abroading. We swore we wouldn't ruin your last semester for you. Actually, the adults made us."
"Your dad and mama Scott made you promise not to bug me with Beacon Hills problems?" You ask.
"Yes. So, I took notes of everything that happened since you left. You can read them at your leisure. Oh but speaking of my dad, this can't wait, there's a new supernatural you should know about."
"I like to think that I'm pretty good at deciphering all that is Stiles Stilinski but I'm failing to see what the connection is between your dad and a new supernatural. Unless you're saying your dad is now one?"
"No, but he hired a new deputy." Stiles says.
"Give me- one more building block so I can piece this together." You ask.
"The new deputy is the supernatural creature you need to know about."
"Oh! Okay. What is he?"
"We- have some theories." Stiles says.
"What are they?"
"I thought phoenix! Lydia thinks that's dumb." He shrugs.
"Explain to me how you got to phoenix."
"Well he was on the dead pool, which is how we found out he was supernatural at all but he has no idea what he is, he actually hardly knows what any of this is- he thinks Lydia's a psychic- but another cop tried to burn him alive and it didn't work."
"When you say it didn't work-"
"He came out unscathed. Not in the werewolf super healing way where he was burned and healed, I mean he just came right back to the station covered in ash, unharmed. So, phoenix."
"I see how you came to that conclusion but I don't think phoenixes take the form of just- some guy." You say.
"You got any other ideas?"
"Well, gimme like 37 hours with my bestiary and I probably will."
"You have a bestiary?! Since when!?" He gasps.
"Side quest while I was abroad." You wink.
"You side quested a bestiary?"
"You can get anything if you know the right people. And I figured it'd come in handy living in Beacon Hills." You shrug.
"Well hang on let me call-"
"No. Stiles I've been traveling for 13 hours. You're not calling anyone. We can touch on the Malia thing briefly but, I need to sleep and you need to leave so we can't be here all night."
"But you just got home."
"Exactly. Visiting hours are over until tomorrow. I need to sleep for 17 hours."
"17 hours?"
"Yes! At least! But I said we could discuss the Malia thing so why isn't she talking to you?" You ask.
"She found out about Peter." He sighs.
"She found out that Peter's her dad!?"
"Yes."
"How!?"
"She found the dead pool with her name on it in my jacket pocket when she was wearing it while almost dying because of a poison situation. The dead pool listed her as Malia Hale."
"So now she's mad at you for keeping it from her." You say.
"Yes." He nods.
"I- don't have the energy to unpack this right now so I will see you tomorrow but I'm sure things will work out. Give her time to process for now." You say.
"Fine. Tomorrow. Oh but read my notes on Parrish." Stiles says as he stumbles out of your apartment.
"Parrish?" You frown.
"The deputy. He's near the end of my notes but it's all the details I have on him. So you can figure out what he is."
"Goodbye." You sing-song, shutting the door on Stiles. You let out a sigh. Finally, peace and quiet. You take a shower and barely make it through your nighttime routine before you collapse in bed, relaxation seeping into your bones as you settle into the mattress and fall asleep.
It's not until noon that you roll out of bed the next day, mainly because you're hungry enough that it wakes you- seeing as you skipped dinner when you got home. After brushing your teeth and getting dressed you make yourself a late breakfast and get to work researching this deputy Parrish guy that Stiles told you about last night.
Flipping through your bestiary and comparing the lengthy notes Stiles left in your room, you're able to pinpoint the most likely categorization for Beacon Hills' newest deputy. You'd have to meet him to know for sure of course but you're pretty confident in your assessment. By the time you've drawn your conclusion, you realize it's almost 4 o'clock, which means you're expecting at least Stiles to crash your laid back afternoon, but seeing as you're just getting back you're almost sure he'll bring the whole crew along with him. Sure enough, not even ten minutes after you check the clock there's a rhythmic knock at your door and you can hear excited chatter before you even open it. Stiles is the first to come strolling through, b-lining it for your fridge because he's a teenage boy and if they're not thinking with the head between their legs, they're thinking with their stomach.
"Your fridge is so empty what the hell?" Stiles complains.
"I got back last night from living in another country for 3 months, I only have like nonperishables." You roll your eyes at Stiles as Liam wraps his arms around you. "Hey Liam." You pat his head gently.
"Welcome back y/n." Scott says.
"Yeah. Welcome back." Kira smiles.
"You aren't planning on leaving us again are you?" Malia asks.
"Not that I know of." You say.
"Good. We're much better with you around." She says and you smile. You know Malia struggles with expressing vulnerability so you always appreciate it when she tries.
"I'm better with you guys around too. Speaking of where's Lydia?" You ask.
"She- said she had something to do first but that she'd catch up." Stiles says.
"Alright, well I think your deputy friend is a creature known as a hellhound." You say.
"A what?!" His eyes widen.
"Deputy friend?" Malia frowns.
"Parrish." Stiles says.
"She's been home for less than 24 hours and you have her identifying the new supernaturals?" Scott looks at Stiles incredulously.
"Just Parrish! We were dead-ending I figured we could use the help." Stiles shrugs.
"IDing Parrish wasn't an emergency." Scott rolls his eyes.
"Buuuut now we've done it! One more thing off the to-do list."
"Well, hellhound's only a theory. I can only get so much from your notes." You clarify.
"How do we verify it then?" Stiles asks.
"Observation I guess? I dunno. Hellhounds aren't like werewolves or werecoyotes that react to wolfsbane. In fact, there are next to no known weaknesses to hellhounds." You say.
"Is a hellhound good or bad?" Malia asks.
"Neither. Technically. I guess the best place to put them would be chaotic neutral. If a hellhound isn't protecting the supernatural then they're usually only called to hunt something but seeing as this deputy guy doesn't seem to know what he is I'd guess there's a subconscious call to protect something or someone here in Beacon Hills. They are also considered harbingers of death, like Lydia but not predicting it like banshees do." You explain.
"So he's protecting something? That should be good right? He's not an enemy if he's protecting the supernatural." Liam says.
"Most likely. Like I said they don't fall on one side or the other of the moral scale. Their priorities are different. If you threaten the thing they're protecting or get in the way of the thing they're hunting they will kill you. So I guess whether or not you see them as good depends on your relation to the thing they're protecting or hunting." You shrug.
"But this is all a theory?" Kira asks.
"Well, not all the stuff about what a hellhound is. Just whether or not the deputy's one."
"You know what? Let's go to the station now! I'm sure he's working. You can meet him and assess on the fly." Stiles claps his hands together.
"How am I supposed to do that? The guy barely understands that he's something supernatural." You roll your eyes.
"I dunno but I'm sure you'll figure it out. You said you needed to observe." Stiles starts to rush everyone out of your apartment, pulling you towards the door when you don't move from where you're leaning against the kitchen counter.
"This is such an awful idea." You grumble as he tugs you along. Still, it's obvious he's not going to give this up so you grab your keys, your phone, and stuff your feet into your shoes.
"I'm sure my dad is dying to see you now that you're back in town anyway, what better excuse to drop in at work?" Stiles offers.
"I don't need an excuse to say hi to your father at work Stiles." You scoff- still, you're willing to go down if only to see him.
"I'm riding in y/n's car!" Liam announces. The six of you make your way to the station, Liam in your car while everyone else piled into Stiles's jeep.
"Stiles. What the hell did you do this time?" Stiles's father happens to walk by as soon as he enters and sighs.
"Why do you always assume I've done something?" Stiles retorts.
"He knows his son." You interject.
"Y/n? You're back! That explains why everyone's crowding the station." Sheriff Stilinski says.
"Yeah, everyone was at my place and Stiles decided we needed to come here right away." You explain.
"They didn't ditch school to see you did they?"
"No way. I've always prioritized their grades. They should know better." You say.
"Ah, that's why we love having you here." He hums.
"I hope we're not disrupting your day too bad sheriff?"
"I will always have time for you. Let's go into the office." He waves a hand.
"You're never like this when I come by." Stiles frowns as you all crowd into the sheriff's office.
"Because when you come here it's to raise my blood pressure." His dad rolls his eyes at him.
"I resent that."
"I could've sworn I told you not to stress your father out while I was abroad Stiles?" You look at him.
"Oh he's incapable of that kind of thing." His dad scoffs.
"Well hang on! I did my best while you were abroad, you're home now though so the deal is terminated. I did my job." Stiles states matter-of-factly.
"And this is why she gets the reaction she does. Welcome home! You've graduated, congrats! How was Italy? Think you'll move there?"
"No. I mean don't get me wrong, Italy was lovely but Beacon Hills is- like no other. I don't know that I could leave. At least not now, maybe in a decade or two when there are people who can take over what we do."
"Like finding apprentices!?" Stiles asks.
"No? We're not about to go looking for people to protect the balance between the supernatural and the nonsupernatural in Beacon Hills. I just have faith we'll find people willing and able to take on the job when the time comes." You shrug. "In the meanwhile, has it been a busy day sheriff?" You ask.
"It's Beacon Hills, the bar's kinda high." He shrugs.
"Is Parrish in today?" Stiles asks.
"Why?" Stilinski narrows his eyes at his son.
"Y/n thinks she's figured out what kind of creature he is." Malia says.
"I have a theory based on some notes Stiles left me." You correct.
"Stiles left you notes?"
"A whole journal of them. Everything I missed while I was abroad." You nod.
"I figured that would be more effective than trying to recount it all verbally from memory in one giant infodump." Stiles shrugs.
"So now you're looking for Parrish?" Sheriff Stilinski frowns.
"I'm not, please don't disturb your deputy. It's not that serious." You say.
"That's why we're here!" Stiles says.
"No no, I only came to say hi to your dad. Which I've done, so we can head out. After all, he's working and we're encroaching."
"Oh please, that's my dad there's no such thing." Stiles scoffs.
"Stiles." Stilinski groans.
"Riiiight let's go. The Parrish theory can be dealt with later." You grab Stiles and the others follow you. "See you around Sheriff!" You call over your shoulder as the group of you leaves. While most of the station is plenty familiar with you and barely acknowledged you and the teens marching through the station, one specific deputy had noticed you the minute you came through the door. Jordan's eyes follow you from his desk as you leave with your crowd of teenagers and Stilinski notices the way they flash orange as he watches you leave.
"Parrish!" Stilinski calls from his office. Jordan jumps as if he forgot he's at work, and with one last glance at you getting into your car while you yell something at Stiles he rushes into his boss's office.
"Sir?" Jordan prompts.
"Those reports you were supposed to be working on. Got a status report on those?"
"I'm almost through with the last one. Should be done by EOD." Jordan says, gaze drifting outside every few seconds even though your car is gone.
"Her name is y/n." Stilinski chuckles.
"What?" Jordan frowns.
"The young lady with my son and the others. Her name is y/n, in case you were wondering."
"Why would I-?" Jordan shakes your head.
"I watched your eyes follow her all the way out the door, and you've been glancing out the window through this entire conversation. You'll see her around a lot now that she's back in town so you should talk to her if you're interested."
"Is she not from around here?"
"Yes and no I'll leave the details for her to explain when you ask her but she's been around a while. Just graduated college." Stilinski says with a proud smile, bragging like you're his kid, which in some ways you might as well be.
"Give her my congrats." Jordan nods.
"Tell her yourself. Once you get those reports done."
Jordan takes that as his queue to leave and returns to his desk. The final report takes him longer than it should have as all he can think about is the melodic sound of your voice and the easy smile you couldn't seem to help while at the station. Maybe he'd take his boss's 'suggestion' and speak to you. If he should be lucky enough to see you again soon.
Luck, as you might have it, seemed to be on his side, as he did see you the next day while grocery shopping. He spots you as soon as he walks in, examining pomegranates intently. Jordan walks over to you before he can psych himself out, stopping at the pile of fruit next to the pomegranates, lemons, which he rarely uses but he picks one up anyway if only to justify being next to you.
"Careful Persephone. I heard you could get trapped in the underworld because of those." Jordan nods at the pomegranate in your hand. You startle slightly before giving a smile. The originality of the line gets you, even if being hit on in the produce section would normally just piss you off.
"Don't worry. I won't let Hades see." You quip back. He chuckles, glad the line didn't miss as hard as he thought it would.
"I'm Jordan. I think I saw you at the sheriff's station yesterday?"
"You're the new deputy, aren't you? Parrish right?"
"Well- now I feel at a disadvantage here you seem to know more about me than I know about you."
"Yeah I- just got back in town actually but the sheriff's son who seems to know everything has given me the 411 on everything I missed- including the new deputy. I- I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you. Puts a face to the name." You stick out your hand. Jordan shakes it, hoping his palms aren't sweaty enough to expose how keyed up you're making him.
"It's- nice to meet you too. And I think I've heard your name more than a few times. The kids seem to really idolize you. So- it's nice to put a face to your name as well, and quite a gorgeous one at that."
"Stiles's 411 didn't mention that you were such a flirt." You quirk an eyebrow up at him.
"I'm usually not." He chuckles like he's just as surprised by the line as you are.
"Would've never guessed, you're doing so well."
"I just wanted to introduce myself, John said I'd probably be seeing you around a lot so-"
"Stiles said the same." You hum.
"Why would Stiles say that?" Jordan frowns.
"I assume for the same reason John did- but the surprise in your voice makes me think you have no idea who I am and the Stilinskis are running independent missions." You muse.
"What does that mean?"
"Well I'm not sure what your boss told you but when it comes to the strange happenings of Beacon Hills that are on a need-to-know basis I'm one of those people that always needs to know. I might actually be the first to know quite often."
"When you say the strange happenings of Beacon Hills does that mean you know about the-?"
"Werewolves? Banshees? Dead pool? All of it, yes."
"You weren't even around for the dead pool." He points out.
"That's where Stiles comes in. My little informant."
"Then that means you know about me too?"
"Yeah. When I said Stiles gave me the 411 on the new deputy I mean he gave me all of the information. I might even have figured out what you are." You say.
"I guess I was even more right than I thought when I said it seems you know more about me than I know about you."
"Oh you have no idea." You hum.
"I think it's only fair we level the playing field a bit. Don't you?"
"And, how do you plan to do that?"
"By taking you to dinner, if you'll let me." He says. You can't help the shocked look you give him as his words hang in the air for a moment before you answer.
"Sure. You can pick me up at 7." You say with a smile. You take the grocery list he's holding and scribble your address and number on the back of it.
"Tonight?"
"Why wait?" You shrug.
"Okay. 7 o'clock." He nods.
"Don't be late." You say before walking off to finish your shopping. Jordan doesn't move until you disappear into an aisle. Only once he can't see you is he able to breathe. He can't believe how that conversation played out and now he's got five hours to prepare himself to have dinner with you.
You can't believe you agreed to have dinner with him. You replay the conversation at least a hundred times as you do your shopping, leave the store, drive home, unload your groceries, and then try to pass the time until it is reasonable to start getting ready for this impromptu date. Why did you decide it would be tonight?! He was more charming than you expected and in your effort to realign yourself, you've just set yourself up. As if five hours will give you enough time to be prepared to deal with him. Still, by 6:30 you pick out a cute dress and set about to do your preparations. Hair, makeup, external pep talk in front of your mirror. Check, check, and check just before there's a knock at your door that startles you. It's exactly 7. Punctual. You put on your shoes and grab your bag and then open the door for Jordan.
"Hi again." You smile.
"Hi." He says. "You look, amazing."
"Thank you. You look pretty good yourself." You say taking in his outfit. It's simple, a button-up and a pair of slacks, but they fit him well and he's folded the sleeves up to his elbows in a way that emphasizes his arms.
"Thanks." Jordan's cheeks tinge ever so slightly pink- it's almost unnoticeable but it makes you smile to know you can make him blush.
"Well, lead the way, deputy." You say stepping into the hall and locking your apartment. Jordan holds an arm out for you to loop yours through and leads you to his car. He opens your door for you and helps you in before sliding into the driver's seat. After about ten minutes you pull into the lot of a local Italian restaurant. You've been here a number of times but the food is good so you certainly won't complain. It's definitely a safe first date option. Jordan opens the door for you to get out of the car as well, and pulls out your chair when you're given a table in the restaurant. You appreciate the little acts of chivalry that he seems to do subconsciously.
"So, since we're 'leveling the playing field', ask me anything you want to know." You tell him once you've both ordered your food.
"Are you from Beacon Hills?" He asks.
"Nope, moved here for college." You say.
"You moved to Beacon Hills for college?"
"Well no, I moved to California for Beacon Hills, I moved to Beacon Hills at the behest of my mother really."
"The behest of your mother?" Jordan tilts his head.
"She said if I insisted on going to school so far from home, I had to live in or around Beacon Hills."
"Why Beacon Hills?"
"The Nemeton." You shrug.
"The- what?" He frowns.
"Nobody's told you about the Nemeton? It's a giant tree- well it used to be, it's been cut down so it's just a stump now."
"I've never seen anything like that and I feel like I'd notice a giant stump in the middle of the forest."
"You would think but the Nemeton is a... special tree. It will hide from those it doesn't want to be seen by. So if you haven't seen it perhaps it's felt no reason to reveal itself to you quite yet." You hum.
"Yet?"
"Well, you're a supernatural who just moved to a kind of small town where you know nobody and took a job at a sheriff's office that I'm sure does not have the greatest reputation because you 'felt called here' for some reason."
"And you think the call was a tree?"
"The Nemeton is more than a tree. It's pretty much a beacon for supernatural creatures and its reactivation would explain your arrival, kind of." You say.
"So why did the Nemeton bring me here?" He asks.
"That I don't have an answer for. Until the Nemeton reveals itself to you we can only speculate. Especially because I'm not even sure I've IDed you correctly."
"You think you've IDed me?"
"I... have a theory if you're interested in hearing it."
"Can I ask a couple more questions first?"
"Of course." You nod.
"Are you supernatural?" He asks.
"Only kind of. I'm from a family of druids."
"Druids?"
"Yeah, druids are like supernatural doctors so not quite human but certainly not anything on like werewolf level."
"Supernatural doctors, interesting. So doc, what am I?"
"My best guess is a hellhound." You say.
"A hellhound?" His eyes widen.
"Yes. Don't look so freaked it's not like you're going to sprout 3 heads and start answering to Hades."
"Well, what does it mean then?"
"Hellhounds are supernatural protectors usually their appearance means they're guarding something specific or maybe hunting something. They're pretty rare actually but I have more information about them in my books at home I just didn't memorize it all before dinner." You tell him.
"A hellhound."
"I'm sure that's not the kind of answer you were expecting but based on the information I got from Stiles about you that's the most likely classification."
"And it doesn't freak you out?"
"That you're a hellhound? Why would it?" You frown.
"Aren't they dangerous?"
"To those that pose a threat to it, sure. Are you threatened by me, deputy?"
"No." He shakes his head.
"Then I have no reason to be freaked out. Plus it's... kind of hard to fear someone so cute." You shrug. A smile tugs at your lips as you notice pink creep onto Jordan's face at your compliment. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat.
"You said you have more information on them?"
"I do. I can bring the relevant material by the station in the next couple of days for you if you'd like." You offer.
"You'd do that?"
"Well yeah, it's an excuse to see you again."
"You don't need an excuse." He shakes his head. "I really like you."
"I really like you too." You smile. Yeah, it's good to be back.
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Protective Arms
Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: #18 from my Prompt List - “You snuck into my room at 4am....to cuddle?”
Pairing: Jordan Parrish x reader (platonic)
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Jordan, Y/N
Description: Y/N and Jordan are best friends. For the moment, Y/N is sleeping in Jordan’s spare bedroom. One night there’s a thunderstorm which Y/N really doesn’t like, so they seek Jordan for comfort.
You hated thunderstorms, absolutely hated them. Ever since you were a kid, you would hide in the corner of a room until the storm had passed. You thought that you would have grown out of it by the time you were an adult, but nothing has changed.
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A loud clash of thunder struck once again right outside the bedroom window. You were hiding underneath the sheets, crying and shaking. The room lit up with the flash of the lightning a few seconds later, causing you to jump slightly. You couldn’t take anymore, you hated being alone when there’s a thunderstorm.
You were currently living with your best friend, Jordan, but he didn’t know about your fear. You thought it was a stupid, childish fear and you didn’t want him to think badly of you.
You tried to hold on and ride the storm out by yourself but nothing you was doing was working. When the next clash of thunder came, you jumped out of your bed and tiptoed down the corridor towards Jordan’s room. The door was cracked open a little and you could see that, somehow, he was sleeping soundly through all of the noise.
You stood in the doorway and debated whether to turn back, not wanting to disturb him but when another flash of lighting came, you quietly snuck into the room and scrambled under the covers. Jordan let out a groan and moved away, his eyes opening slightly.
“What are you doing?!” You didn’t answer and kept under the covers with your eyes closed tight. “Y/N, hey, what’s wrong?” He woke up a little more and sat up, rubbing a tentative hand up and down your back. The motion seemed to soothe you a little so you poked your head out from under the sheets and turned around, giving him a sheepish smile.
“Hey.” He furrowed his brows at you. “You can’t just sneak into my room and jump into my bed like a maniac and just say ‘hey’. Why did you do that?” You shuffled further up the bed until your head landed on the pillow. “Well, I’ve never really mentioned this before but I have a pretty bad fear of thunderstorms and, erm, well, I got really scared with this storm and I wanted to cuddle so..... I came in here.”
Jordan looked at the digital clock and shook his head. “You snuck into my room at 4am....to cuddle?” You blushed slightly and nodded your head, bringing the cover up over your head again. Instead of huffing or laughing at you, Jordan lifted the cover from off your head and brought you into his chest.
“You should have told me sooner, Y/N. I would never have let you sleep alone in this if I’d have known. Promise me there’s nothing else you’re not telling me?” You shook your head in answer. “Thank you for understanding.” He smiled and pecked the top of your head. “It’s alright, go to sleep now.”
For the rest of the night, each time thunder struck or lightning flashed Jordan cuddled you closer to him and tightened his arms, protecting you from your fear. That was the first time that you hadn’t been as scared as what you usually were and it was all thanks to your best friend and his protective arms.
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Listens for the sounds of a very very pissed off Stiles Stilinski-Hale storming into Beacon Hills, muttering about the gall of his husband, what the fuck... Someone is going to pay!
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Rated Explicit - 1.8k One Shot - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content
Summary: Parrish has been enjoying his new group of bros, but today they're seeing if a couple more guys will join their group.
Based on a prompt from one of my readers.
Featured group: Jordan Parrish/Harlan Briggs/Theo Raeken/Cody Malcom/Liam Dunbar/Baron
Key Tag: Incest
This fic is a follow up to Gym Bros, but can also be read stand alone.
The fourth fic of my Sequel September, one more to go while I start working on SMUTober stuff. 😉
#teen wolf fanfiction#wolf pack fanfiction#gay smut#jordan parrish#harlan briggs#baron#cody malcolm#theo raeken#liam dunbar#my writing#my edit#tops on top#bottoms on bottom#;)
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happy birthday @thiamsxbitch !! i told you i had more content for thiriam :) so, behold: theo, kira, and liam get arrested
Scott shouldn’t have been surprised. Really, he shouldn’t have; it was only a matter of time before he was woken up at 3 am by Parrish calling him to have him pick up some pack members from the holding cell. And yet, when it finally did happen, it wasn’t who he expected to find. Upon entering the Sheriff’s Station, he was greeted with the sight of Kira, Liam, and Theo behind bars, all three of them soaking wet and as naked as the day they were born. Scott’s eyebrows raised slightly in shock; Liam and Kira flushed with shame, but Theo only raised an eyebrow back at Scott. Parrish had told him who he had arrested, but it still shocked him to see them— well, it shocked him to see Kira and Liam, anyway. He was pretty used to seeing Theo behind jail bars at this point.
“What did they do?” he asked, turning to Parrish, who was standing a few paces behind him.
“We picked them up for public indecency and intoxication. Caught them skinny dipping in the lake.”
Scott sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. There was already a headache forming, and he knew he was going to have to raid Stiles’ stash of ibuprofen later and hope it worked. “Do any of you want to explain what happened?”
“We wanted to see if Kira needed wolfsbane to get drunk!” Liam chirped happily.
“I do, apparently,” Kira giggled. Seems being arrested and freezing cold did nothing to deter their alcohol-induced good moods. The beta and the kitsune huddled together, heads bent and blanket-covered shoulders knocking together as they laughed at something only the two of them found funny.
“So you kept drinking after you found this out?”
“Yep!” Kira said, the exact same time that Liam snorted and said “Obviously.”
Scott sighed again, turning to Theo for his next question. The chimera was the only one sitting down, with a deputy’s jacket spread out across his thighs but otherwise still exposed. He also smelled the least like the damning mixture of wolfsbane and alcohol that was starting to make Scott's nose wrinkle in disgust.
“How did you get involved in all of this? The other two I can sort of understand, but you?”
“They wanted to get drunk and then decided to skinny dip in the lake. I wasn’t about to let them go unsupervised,” Theo said with a shrug.
“Theo here,” Parrish said, a small smile forming on his face as he spoke, “decided to full shift to avoid being arrested. He couldn’t shift back without being naked, though, so we booked him as well.”
“You arrested a wolf?”
“Yeah, not my finest moment. Bringing him in was an experience and a half. He only shifted back when he was in the holding cell, hence why he has my jacket instead of a blanket.”
The chimera’s smirk only grew, almost as if he were proud of being a little shit. Which, Scott knew from experience, he was.
“Okay, but isn’t it weird to skinny dip with your friends? Like, seeing your friends naked is just… weird, right?”
“Oh, Scott…” Theo sighed.
“What?” Scott asked, furrowing his brows as he turned to look at Parrish, who had started to chuckle. The hellhound’s bemused expression turned into one of confusion when he met Scott’s eyes, and then realization, and then… embarrassment?
“Based on the position I found them in, I don’t think seeing naked friends was an issue they were really concerned about,” Parrish finally explained.
It took Scott a second for his brain to catch up, and then he let out a small “oh” as his cheeks turned a bright red.
“Well, uh… wish I would have found out differently, but congratulations, I guess.”
Kira and Liam had the audacity to look embarrassed, their faces heating up just as Scott’s had, but Theo only howled with laughter and doubled over so hard that the jacket slid down onto the floor.
“Okay, I’ve seen enough! Parrish, can you let them out so I can give them the clothes I brought?”
Parrish sighed, averting his eyes as he moved to unlock the cell. Scott shuffled forward, avoiding looking at Theo’s naked body as he handed the pile of clothes off to Kira. Liam, however, had no problem ogling his friend’s— boyfriend’s, Scott’s mind corrected him, in a voice that sounded suspiciously like Stiles— bare thighs; Kira was having a similar issue, since she nearly missed grabbing the clothes from Scott because her eyes were drifting over to the chimera.
“We’ll let you three have some privacy,” Scott said after the kitsune had secured the clothes. He put a hand on Parrish’s bicep and led the deputy out of the room.
“Are you sure leaving them in there alone was a good idea?” Parrish asked warily.
“They’ll be fine. We have supernatural hearing, and they know it. I know Theo is at least smart enough to not risk it when we’re right outside the door,” Scott said. True to his word, a few minutes later the three of them strolled out of the holding cell area, fully clothed and not fully debauched like Scott had still half-expected. Liam’s eyes were a bit unfocused, and Theo’s bottom lip looked like someone had been biting at it, but other than that Scott could confidently say his pack members hadn’t fucked in a holding cell. Small victories, the little Stiles in his mind supplied, and he smiled.
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“Okay, you three. If I see you again tonight, not even Scott can save you from the wrath of the Sheriff,” Parrish warned once the paperwork had been processed, flashing his bright orange eyes for good measure. Kira squeaked, nodding and thanking Parrish and Scott profusely before slipping out of the front door. Liam was quick to follow her, not even sparing a glance at his alpha as embarrassment rolled off of him in waves, and Theo gave them each a terse nod before he, too, exited the building.
Or, at least, he tried to leave. Scott reached out and gently yet firmly grabbed his shoulder to stop him from moving. Theo could have easily torn himself out of Scott’s grasp, and yet he stayed, watching the young alpha looking like he was trying to find the right words in the soup that was his brain.
“I don’t know how the three of you happened, but… Take good care of them, alright?”
“Are you sure you trust me with your pack?” Theo snorted. He said it mostly as a reflex— even though he was the most sober out of him and his partners, that didn’t mean he was entirely sober, and falling back on old habits and cutting remarks was most likely alcohol-induced— but Scott just scrunched up his face, his scent going bitter a bit.
“Of course I do, Theo. You’re a part of this pack, just as much as Liam and Kira are.”
Theo nodded again, trying to subtly wipe his eyes as tears suddenly and violently sprung to the surface. Scott released his shoulder with a smile and finally allowed Theo to leave the building. His partners were waiting for him, huddled together again under a large oak tree and their hands linked between them.
“Babe, are you crying?” Kira asked as soon as he approached them.
“I’m fine,” Theo said, but still accepted the kitsune’s gentle hands coming to rest on either side of his face. The concern that was so clearly visible on Kira’s face, added to the warmth of Liam’s hand coming to rest on his shoulder and Scott’s earlier admission, was enough to make him smile— a genuine, actual smile, not his usual smirk.
“Come on, let’s go,” Theo said, gently removing Kira’s hands from his face to turn and walk into the dark, nearly silent night.
“Where are we going?” Liam asked, even as he and Kira eagerly trotted behind him.
“Back to the lake,” Theo said, as if it were the most reasonable answer ever. When he sensed that the other two had stopped, he turned to look at them with a raised brow. “I left the alcohol there, and I know for a fact Parrish didn’t confiscate it. Do you guys want to have some more fun or not?”
Nothing else was said as his partners’ minds caught up with what he was saying, and the three of them took off running.
#theo raeken#liam dunbar#kira yukimura#thiriam#theo raeken x kira yukimura x liam dunbar#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfiction#scott mccall#jordan parrish#kinda accidentally added some platonic sceo in there so i am sorry fjkghdkjgh#happy birthday bestie!!! i really hope you like it <3#they are my favorite chaotic trio and i love them so much
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Protect and Serve - Pt.1
Ch1: The Meet and the Cute
Type: multichapter, Teen Wolf post s06-A, slight AU
Pairing: Jordan Parrish x reader Word count ch1: 2600
Summary:
In a need of change of scenery for a while, you stabbed your finger into a map and ended up heading to Beacon Hills to start anew. You cared little for obscure blog posts claiming the town had a reputation – house prices were a miracle and there was a job opening at local high school.
And if the population was half as nice and pretty as certain Deputy patrolling the streets, you were going to be just fine. ...right?
Warnings: fluff and cutesy, cops?, serial killer mention, language
A/N: Title (besides from the obvious) from s05e09: “I'm a very good deputy, and I'd like to stay that way. Flipping over jeeps and attacking colleagues doesn't exactly fit with protect and serve.” (J.P.)
A/N2: not sure anyone will even read this since it’s kinda niche AND so late to the party but... ah well. Was itching to write this. There’s not enough JP x reader out there. Divider by firefly-graphics
One glance – that was all it took. Just one glance and all hope was lost at last, even as you knew the end was long time coming.
“No! No, no, nooooo,” you whined, watching the screen turn dark, the company logo flickering up once more before your phone died completely, your gaze snapping back to the road. “Dammit!”
Scanning your surroundings, you found the nearest place to stop – a simple task, truly, since Beacon County was apparently nothing but woods – and pulled over, killing the engine.
You deserved this; you knew that. That’s what you got for postponing basic things like buying a new charging cable – something you had meant to do weeks ago. But between packing, filling in a mountain of paperwork, calls with Mrs. Martin and goodbyes to your few friends, you felt too exhausted to do a single piece of work extra. Such as purchasing a silly piece of electronics.
It was karma, really. Bitchy karma who left you with Beacon Hills at your fingertips and a dead GPS. It wasn’t that you hadn’t looked up the map of the place before; you just succumbed to the sin of modern times and didn’t care much to actually remember where the school was in position to your new home, relying on a piece of technology instead.
It was the cop’s fault anyway. Your phone was supposed to last, you should have already been in Beacon Hills, waiting for the appointment with Principal Martin, but apparently the Beacon County Sherriff’s department was taking their job a little too seriously when directing traffic. Deputy Whatshisname had held you up too long when checking the papers, making you blow into the stupid breathalyser and walk a straight line despite your reassurances that you had not been drinking and driving. He just had to check your first aid kit and other obligatory equipment too; and now your phone was useless. You hoped karma was about to bite Mr.Deuty in the ass too.
“No use crying now…” you muttered under your breath, cursing when you realized you couldn’t even call your future boss and apologize for probably being late.
Plugging your phone in, toying with the pitiful excuse of a cable for a bit, you slowly started the car again, mentally crossed your fingers and hoped for the best.
You reached Beacon Hills in barely two minutes with no problems – it was the town itself which posed a challenge.
Half past eleven in the morning, the roads were nearly free of cars. A good thing, truly, because with how slow you were going, eyes sharp as your gaze trailed over every sign, trying to spy names of the streets and hoping for something to spark a memory, you might encounter some serious road rage of other drivers otherwise.
Instinctively, you tried to head towards the town centre, sure you were doing a decent job, until you found yourself on the edge of the town again, quickly making a U-turn and heading back.
Maybe the blog posts were right about this town: there was something strange going on. Maybe it was a labyrinth. Maybe it was like a Bermuda triangle. Hell, maybe it didn’t even exist in the same realm as the rest of the world, floating in some parallel universe-
You scoffed and eyed your watch. You were already late. You might as well stop by the coffee shop you had passed five minutes ago – if you’d be able to find it again. Maybe there would be someone with a functioning charging cable willing to lend it for a small coffee and cheesecake bribe too.
Resigned, you added coffee shops and bakeries to list of things to keep an eye out for as you slowly followed the road, watching people on their lunch break filling the streets. You really didn’t want to stop and ask for directions like an idiot, but you promised yourself that unless you found your way in the next three minutes, you-
The sudden blare of a police siren made you jump in your seat, dull pain in your chest following the startle in your heart. Jesus. Before you could try to find the source, the red and blue flashed in the corner of your eyes in your rear-view mirror.
Along with the flashing sign asking you to stop.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
This wasn’t karma toying with you anymore. This was God’s fucking punishment.
And the Beacon County Sherriff’s department definitely already hated you.
With a sigh, you pulled over at the nearest opening, grateful for the siren instantly falling silent, quickly followed by the flashing lights dying out as the door of the police car opened.
Fine. Fine. So you’d have your papers checked twice in one day, whatever. But you swore if they would test you for alcohol again, you’d throw a fit. It was already midday. You were supposed to be at the school at the moment and you would have, hadn’t it been for the self-important prick in uniform you encountered less than an hour ago.
You pulled your window down and dug into your glove compartment in search of the documents for the second time that day, throwing them on the passenger seat. Looking for your driver’s licence next as you heard the officer stop by your door, you started talking, willing yourself to be nice despite the world not returning the favour today.
“Okay, officer, I’m sorry and I mean no disrespect, but could we deal with this really fast? I swear I have been pulled over for checking papers two towns over, breathalyser and walking included, and I know for a fact that I haven’t done anything wrong now and I was most definitely not speeding, so please just let me show you the papers and we’ll be on our way, because I’m already late, okay?” you blurted out in one breath, finally finding your prize.
Ha!
“Ma’am.”
The police officer addressed you with a surprisingly low level of irritation in his voice, but you felt a pang of shame anyway as you gathered all the documents.
“I’m sorry, that was rude, but it was also the truth and it would really help me, so here-“
The moment you turned to hand your papers to the poor man who was just doing his job and looked up, your brain came to a screeching halt – and refused to work in anything but simple short sentences.
Oh. He’s young.
Oh, he’s pretty.
Oh god, he needs a bigger uniform. The sleeves are definitely too tight. His arms-
Speaking of arms. And shoulders. He had a patch on the uniform. He wasn’t an officer. He was with the Sherriff’s department, after all. He was a Deputy.
A really, really handsome deputy.
With a light-brown ruffled hair and cute wrinkle between his brows as his bright green eyes roamed your face with misplaced but entirely genuine concern, the corners of his lips lifted in a careful but friendly smile.
You were fucked. You would also like to be fucked. By him. He could use the handcuffs that were no doubt fastened on the back of his belt if he wanted. On you or on him. No preference. Jesus. Your mind was definitely not supposed to head into the gutter so fast, but here you were.
This must have been karma paying you back for your grief. She sent Deputy Parrish to make your day better. You didn’t know whether to climb him like a tree or pinch his cheek first – that was how attractive and absolutely entirely cute he was. Especially when he frowned a little harder.
Be still my foolish heart.
“Ma’am? Are you okay?”
“Yes! Sir.” you blurted out, letting go of the papers at last. “I’m fine.”
And so are you.
You couldn’t believe he was addressing you as ma’am. Then again, you couldn’t believe you just called him Sir. You needed to get a grip.
On him, your brain helpfully supplied and even as you completely agreed, you willed to remind yourself you were an adult and not a screeching horny teenager. Which was slightly difficult since the Deputy’s lips curled up in an easy smile.
“Good. And you’re right, you weren’t speeding,” he assured you, completely ignoring the documents you handed him, eyes firmly on yours.
They really were pretty. But momentarily not enough to distract you from what he said. Go adulthood.
“I’m pretty sure I was going on a snail pace.”
“Exactly,” he confirmed, his smile growing along with your bewilderment.
He wasn’t checking your papers, still. He didn’t pull you over because you were speeding – quite the opposite, it seemed. Huh? What were you missing? It was your turn to frown.
“…you pulled me over because I was going too slow?” you asked, slowly, pondering over every syllable, because even as you said it, it made no damn sense.
“Yes-“
“But this isn’t a free-way! There’s no limit, is there?” you questioned. Wait, was there? Was that a California thing? A Beacon County thing you failed to research? “...I probably shouldn’t admit to this, but I’m so very confused right now.”
The Deputy – Parrish, his nametag read – chuckled, flashing a perfect white line of teeth in the process, his left eyebrow arching almost playfully.
“Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t remember seeing your car around before and given the fact you were on the opposite end of the speed limit, I was wondering if you needed any help?”
Your confusion hit an entirely new limit. You understood every word he said, but it seemed like they made no sense whatsoever when woven together like this. You blinked several times, but the image of a handsome and apparently an overly helpful deputy didn’t disappear. Not even when you tilted your head. Weird.
“…you pulled me over because I looked lost and you thought I might need help…?”
He grimaced, even as the amiability still shone from his eyes. “It does sound pretty strange now that I think of it, doesn’t it?”
It did.
It also probably sounded a little creepy.
And maybe it should scare you, especially since the guy was a pretty face – a devil with a face of an angel, you heard all about those, the charming serial killers – but something told you that you could trust him. If not for the strangely intense gut feeling telling you this guy did not have a single mean bone in his body, then for the fact that there was another person in the car waiting for him. Surely, they couldn’t both be serial killers. Right?
And there were a few people around who could be potential witnesses in case these two planned to Ted-Bundy you in the nearby woods, so you were going to be fine.
But mostly, Deputy Parrish was emitting such a warm and kind aura, with his boyish smile – a little self-deprecating now, bless his heart – making his bright green irises crinkle, that you simply couldn’t but trust him.
You hoped it wouldn’t bite you in the ass. Though you’d have nothing against him biting-
You cleared your throat.
“A little…” you admitted at last, a smile spreading your lips as well as the tips of his ears seemed to grow slightly red, “but truth to be told, I am lost and you look like the kind of a cop who’s really dedicated to the whole ‘protect and serve’ thing, Deputy Parrish. So… thanks for the care, I guess.”
“All the same.” He gave you back your documents without sparing them a single glance, his free hands now occupied by resting on his belt. “Where you headed?”
High school. The simple and most adequate answer was high school. But the sincerely curious tone in Mr. Handsome Deputy’s voice just flipped a switch in your brain, leading you to share way more than necessary.
“Uhm… I have meeting with the principal of local high school. I’m gonna teach there, starting next week. English and Spanish.”
“Oh! Welcome then,” he greeted you warmly, seemingly pleased by that information for some reason. “High school’s easy enough. Just follow us.”
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was joking, right?
He did not look like he was joking.
In fact, he seemed perfectly relaxed – even if still standing tall, shoulders squared -, the easy smile still on his lips, he reciprocated your gaze with more patience than you probably deserved.
Instinctively, you looked over your shoulder, finding the Deputy’s companion waiting in the car, playing with his phone. From the distance, he appeared completely unbothered by the world around him.
“Miss?”
You head snapped back to Deputy Parrish, not missing his slightly amused tone or the change in addressing. One corner of his lips lifted, you noticed he was slightly leaned forward to you. If you had even a little bit higher opinion of yourself, you’d say he was flirting. And he was on the job – a job he clearly took very seriously. Definitely not flirting. Right?
“But you-- he… really?”
“Yes.”
Well. That actually sounded great. Lord knew you were already spectacularly late. You’d take your chance – as surreal as this whole encounter had been so far; you might as well make the most of it. Especially with a willing and maybe flirty eye-candy like Deputy Parrish.
Leaning onto the frame of the window, you gazed up at the man, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion.
“Is this a trick? Are you actually arresting me? I mean… surely you have better things to do than help a teacher with a dead GPS find her way...?”
His gaze flickered to the console to your phone and the excuse of a charger, the root of all trouble – trouble you were barely worried about momentarily, since he gave you a sympathetic smile.
“I promise we’re not arresting you. The school’s less than ten minutes away. It’s no trouble, really,” he said, shrugging it off.
The choice was easy then – with one little detail.
“Thank you… but you will not turn on the siren, right? And the flashing lights?” you pleaded, only half-joking. He quirked one corner of his lips. “‘Cause I would never get away with telling the class to be quiet if I make that much noise just arriving at school for the first time.”
You were well-aware it was past midday – but you’d swear that when the man laughed, because of something you said with an intention to make him laugh, the sun only had just finally come out. It was a blinding sight; and your smile widened of its own volition at the joyful sound.
“I will not turn on the lights nor the siren and I’ll stop a few streets over so you don’t make a spectacle on your first day,” he promised, still chuckling, so absurdly sunshine-like you truly were tempted to put your sunglasses on. And maybe a facial mask to hide just how hot your face felt under his appreciative gaze.
“Bless you, Deputy.”
“Hey, it’s protect and serve, right?” he echoed your earlier words, grinning.
For some inexplicable reason, the best reaction you came up as he was turning to leave was to mimic a salute.
You groaned in embarrassment as soon as you believed him to be out of earshot and sight – but still, you were sensible enough to check the side mirror to catch a glimpse of him leaving.
You were not disappointed. The sleeves were not the only part of his attire that was a little snug. Bless the Deputy, indeed.
As you eventually pulled up at the school parking lot, the police car disappearing in the distance, you found yourself still smiling wide despite regretting some of your choices; the memory of the attractive Deputy fresh in your mind, you couldn’t help but feeling an imprint on your heart too, his wholesome persona and contagious smile leaving you giddy and ready to face your fresh start.
Even if you were a little late for it.
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Parrish: Come on, kid. Come with me.
Eli: I’m not going anywhere with you, you’ll take me to jail.
Parrish: I’m not taking you to jail; I’m taking you to your dad.
Eli (begging): Take me to jail! Take me to jail!
#teen wolf#jordan parrish#ryan kelley#eli stilinski hale#eli hale#vince mattis#source: celestialvoid fanfiction
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We're Some Kind of Suicide Squad: Chapter One: Unfortunate Sin
Summary:
She shoots people
He's a lizard and he eats people
He burns people
He's possessed by a witch
He's the "Alpha"
And he's fucking crazy.
And yet they were chosen to be a pack to protect Beacon Hills....
@axelwolf8109 @greek-freak101 @sterekmpreg @epickiya722 @katries
"You want me to release six of the most dangerous people I have locked up for a reason, to protect the town most of them nearly destroyed?"
"Yes" Lydia Martin said rather matter of fact. Chris Argent groaned and pulled out the files Lydia had requested.
"Allison Argent, my daughter, she was arrested after trying to kill a innocent man in suspect of him being a werewolf, I personally requested a lighter sentence, she never misses a target"
"Jackson Whittemore, also known as the Kanima, he was bitten by a werewolf and instead of becoming a wolf, he turned into a lizard. He ate homeless people to sustain his blood lust, he needs a master to tell him what to do"
"Jordan Parrish, former police officer, he has hellhound powers, he accidentally killed his family, turned himself in, only request was that he be in solitary confinement to protect others from himself"
"Stiles Stilinski, possessed by a fox spirit known as the nogitsune, he can suppress it but it does come out once in a while to taunt the guards, we had to put a shock collar on the kid for his own safely"
"Scott McCall, also known as the Alpha, he's an actual bitten werewolf, he turned himself in after almost attacking his mother"
"And finally Derek Hale, he's completely fucking insane. My sister burned down his entire family except for him, his sisters and his uncle. The uncle killed his older sister, Derek killed him and my sister, he ripped their throats out with his teeth. He went insane after that. We have to keep him within a cage in a cage in a cellblock all to himself and armed guards at every corner, even that doesn't scare him one bit"
"I want to meet them" Lydia said firmly
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Derek Hale sat cross legged, giggling to himself. He spotted Lydia and Chris and jumped up. "Are you the devil?" He said with such a expression it was clear he really thought that.
"Maybe" Lydia said.
Allison hugged her father, Lydia seeing nothing from pain in her eyes.
Stiles looked like he hadn't slept in years, black shadows around his eyes and he was so pale. "He doesn't let me sleep" He muttered to Chris. "Nogitsune, you're just making yourself weaker" Lydia said.
Scott was in a straitjacket. "He was hurting himself" Chris said.
Lydia loosened the straps a bit so he could move a little more.
Jackson Whittemore was in a lower level cell that was so cold, Lydia wished she had brought a jacket. Jackson growled at her warningly. "You poor thing, I can help you" Jackson tilted his head, reminding Lydia of an animal.
Jordan Parrish lived in a small cell that had no windows and a tiny door. He stared suspiciously at Lydia and Chris and turned himself around.
"My decision's final, they'll be the perfect pack" Lydia said firmly.
#teen wolf fanfiction#we're some kind of suicide squad#scott mccall#stiles stilinski#derek hale#allison argent#lydia martin#jackson whittemore#jordan parrish#chris argent#my writing
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Nobody
The nogitsune:
#teen wolf#teen wolf the movie#eli hale#derek hale#scott mccall#lydia martin#jackson whittemore#mason hewitt#malia tate#malia hale#melissa mccall#allison argent#chris argent#sheriff stilinski#jordan parrish#liam dunbar#Allen deaton#peter hale#teen wolf fanfiction#teen wolf fandom#teenwolf#teen wolf allison#teen wolf characters#teen wolf cast#teen wolf fic#teen wolf imagine#teen wolf mtv#teen wolf series#teen wolf spoilers
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(Teen Wolf x reader)
summary: You wanted a normal life, this isn't normal.
warning: reaincarnation, death, mention of death, overpowered reader, mentien of yn, no name to the reader, maybe poly relationshipes, blood.werewolf. some Angst. Futur Spoliers, for both the series and movie. Some changes in the story. First time writting about teen wolf, some characters are out of character
Chapter 1: Not so broken promise.
_You promised!
You looked at God, for the first time since you had become his messager to the "New world". No, not like the old one, where you used to live, a new earth. An earth that hasn't been destroyed by humans, not yet at least.
You were to protect his favorite beens the humans, from all the other creatures that lived inside and outside the planet. That humans didn't known about, and shouldn't know, no matter the consequences, in exchange he would give you a normal life, somewhere in another dimension.
You didn't care where to go, you just wanted a life,no fighting, a life where you can be selfish. Where you can buy a cottage near the ocean or forest, and maybe start a family, adopt a kid or two. You don't want to get marry so adoption was you solition.
_I know, I know...but..
His voice was inside your head, and you didn't know if it was a female or male. All you you could get from it, was how tired it was.
_but what?
You were tired too, but did you stop, NO, you fought for centuries until the humanity was able to protect itself, and he rewarded by trapping you inside a cube, a fucking cube....You know now how Morpheus felt like.
_but you are my best soldier!
The earth benith you start shaking, and you knew he stood up, or maybe just his hands that moved in frustration.It would have scared you, and it should had,if you weren't blinded by rage.
_I never signed up for this!
True you never signed for any of this, one day you just woke up, and boom you become God's soldier. Three years later he come and ask you to do the dirty job, killing and turtoring. The first time you engaged in a fight, you come back bruised and at the verge of death, and the more and more you continue, the more powerfull you become , making you lean more into your sadistic part, and that when God come again, and offored something you had were greedy for.
Money.
It started with money, and when you were bored of. He offered to give you a family,and the more time past the more you start craving something normal, and God given it to you, except peace, that was the only thing God couldn't give you. The peace to wake up and not have to fight, and you should have known better than to beleive him, when he promised to let you go, once the humans are able to protect themselves.
The power you hold was immense and unbreakbale but to God, it was nothing.
He could have taken it anytime he wanted,so Haven't he?
You shacked you head disapointed, and soon as you meet his "eyes" you found youself doubting him more and more.
Was the devil right, when he said that God was not what you were seeing. At that time, you called him liar, because at that time centuries had passed, and God, who you saw as a friend was the only thing that didn't leave, die, or change.
Now you found yourself, believing the devil over your "friend". Maybe you should have listened to him, and killed yourself. Instead of getting your heart broken, so loudly, that all heaven could hear it. Just like how they can hear him break his promise.
A loud sigh could be here. Before thunder and storm start to pick up.
_FINE!
He screamed, waving his hand encouraging the storm to get stronger, and if it wasn't for your power, you would have been flying like the little angels...poor them.
Seconds passed, and you closed you eyes waiting for punishment for standing against God. No one defien him, no one dared to, and you just did.
Once the storm calmed, you opened your eyes to find yourself, in the middle of a living room. Your dream living room.
Your face light up, as a smile starr to grow more and more, to a point where you face start to hurt, but you couldn't help it.
Jumping around you inspeckted every peace of the room, before running like a headless chiken to see the other room.
There was one kitchen, six bedroom, and each had it own bathroom and balcony. A garden with it door open to the kitchen.
OMG You were jumping around, shringing.
THIS WAS YOUR DREAM HOUSE!
And it was no longer a wish or a dream!
You couldn't beleive it.
_Thank you, thank you, thank you.
You kept screaming, thanking God, for keeping his promise.
Maybe he really wasn't a liar, after all!
#teenwolfxreader#xreader#fanfiction#variousxreader#female reader#teenwolf fandom#teen wolf#scott mcall#stiles stilinski#isaac lahey#chris argent#derek hale#peter hale#liam dunbar#theo raeken#jordan parrish#ethan steiner#scott mcall x reader#stiles stilinksi x reader#isaac lahey x reader#derek hale x reader#theo raeken x reader#liam dunbar x reader#jordan parrish x reader#peter hale x reader#stiles stilinski x reader#teen wolf imagine#eli hale x reader#eli hale#overpowereredreader
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Nothing To Chance
Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: none really just Teen Wolf nonsense lol
Genre: fluff
Summary: Who knew visiting your cousin in Beacon Hills would open you up to a whole world of supernatural chaos
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"You know, I'm surprised this old bucket of bolts still works. When your dad told me you drove it to school every morning I almost couldn't believe him- but here it is." You hum. Stiles stops in his tracks, and for a moment Scott does too.
"Y/n?!" Stiles gapes at you.
"Yeah, you gonna just stand there catching flies in your mouth or give your cousin a hug?" You ask. Before Stiles can get to you though, Scott takes off into a full run towards you, lifting you into his arms and spinning in two full circles before putting you down again.
"What the hell just happened? Who are you?" You narrow your eyes at Scott suspiciously.
"Come on- it's me Scott." He chuckles.
"You're saying that and you have his face but the Scott McCall I know wouldn't have been able to pick me up like I weigh nothing and spin me around so what'd you do with him?" You place your hands on your hips. Stiles finally runs at you, nearly tackling you with the force of his hug.
"Dude you have no idea what kind of things we've seen. You're literally not going to believe me when I start telling you all the stuff that's happened in the last couple years, it's nuts." Stiles tells you.
"What'd you do? Start going to parties?" You ask.
"No. Well actually, we have been to a couple but no. Parties are the least of our worries man we're fighting evil, Scott's a werewolf-" Your hand comes up to stop Stiles from continuing his rant.
"What!?" You blink at him.
"Scott's a werewolf. That's why he could pick you up so easily." Stiles says entirely too casually for your liking.
"I would've settled for he's been in the gym lately. Werewolf?! That's what we're going with?"
"I told you you wouldn't believe the stuff we've seen." Stiles shrugs.
"I need some explanations." You frown.
"It all started when Stiles did what Stiles does best." Scott says.
"Stick his nose in something he has no business getting involved in?" You ask.
"Correct." Scott nods.
"Hey it was very important." Stiles protests.
"For the cops maybe!" Scott scoffs.
"The cops? What the hell did you two get into?" You blink at them.
"Well we were in the woods investigating... something and my dad caught me." Stiles says.
"But not Scott?"
"I took off. But trying to avoid Stilinski got me in a bit of a- situation. Something bit me." Scott says.
"Something?" You frown.
"Technically someone. Peter Hale." Scott says.
"Peter Hale?! I thought the Hales died in a fire." You frown.
"All but 2. Derek and Peter." Stiles says.
"Derek Hale is still alive?" You gasp.
"Yes, he disappeared after the fire but he came back a couple of years ago." He nods.
"And his uncle turned me into a werewolf. It started with small changes, better hearing, I didn't need my inhaler, I could- do flips and run fast and my reflexes were suddenly so much better. Derek tried to help, kind of. Peter wanted to use me for revenge. And now we're here." Scott shrugs.
"And now we're here." You hum. "I can't believe the Hales are werewolves. So what's this about evil you've been fighting?" You ask.
"The list is long and getting longer. Actually, you know what maybe you can weigh in on something for us." Stiles says.
"Stiles-" Scott warns.
"Sure, what is it?" You ask.
"There's a new guy in town, Theo Raeken." Stiles says.
"Theo Raeken- that name sounds so familiar." You frown.
"He lived here when we were younger, and we were all friends but after his sister died he and his parents moved outta town. So he's new but not new. You've met him for sure on one of your visits. So technically he's not new he just moved back." Scott tells you.
"Okay and is that a good thing or a bad thing?" You ask.
"Good." Scott says at the same time Stiles says,
"Bad."
"Don't start Stiles." Scott rolls his eyes.
"No no you think I'm a paranoid skeptic right? Well, Y/n has no preconceived notions here, she doesn't even remember him so she can be our neutral third party." Stiles says.
"I can see you two are on the same page about this that's great. Alright, Stiles what's your problem with this kid?" You ask.
"Some necessary background first, Scott's an alpha."
"Okay- I've read enough books to know what that means. That's like a pack leader. Yes?" You ask.
"Yes. Usually, you have to kill someone to become an alpha." Stiles nods.
"Scott did you-?"
"No!" Scott says.
"Scott's very anti-killing anyone ever. Even if they deserve it." Stiles shrugs.
"Stiles!"
"What?! I support your endeavors."
"So how did Scott become an alpha?" You ask.
"Apparently some people can become alphas by sheer force of will and that's what Scott did. He needed to protect the people so he made it happen. It means he's what they call a True Alpha." Stiles says.
"Okay?" You nod.
"See Theo says he came back because word's getting around that Scott's an alpha and he just had to come back to become part of Scott's pack but there's something about him that doesn't sit right with me. He doesn't seem like the same person we knew." Stiles says.
"Okay, so Theo's a werewolf?" You clarify.
"Yes." He nods.
"Okay great and I know we've established Scott was bitten right? Was Theo? Or are his parents also werewolves? Is that even possible? Can lycanthropy be genetic?"
"It is possible for it to be genetic, yes, the Hales are genetic werewolves, but Theo was bitten, so his parents are not werewolves to our knowledge." Scott says.
"And Theo's your age?"
"Correct." Stiles nods.
"So there's one detail I'm struggling with here." You say.
"What is it?" Scott asks.
"How did Theo get his parents to move him back to Beacon Hills?"
"What-" Stiles frowns.
"Theo's a kid. Parents only move for like 3 reasons, work, the wellbeing of their child, or extenuating family circumstances. I doubt he went up to his parents and said 'hey mom, hey dad, I'm a werewolf and there's a new alpha in our old home town so we have to move back there because I have to be where he is' so why did his parents move back to Beacon Hills? Because the story you're telling me makes it seem like it was his decision and that's not how that would work unless he's emancipated and came here alone." You say.
"Do I tell you have much I love you?" Stiles asks.
"Not since you were 12." You scoff.
"I will say it more often."
"You do not have to." You shake your head.
"Oh I do. Because you are a genius. Do you see what I mean Scott?! She's right, that's weird."
"I mean, maybe, but we don't know the circumstances. It might not be as suspicious as it sounds." Scott says.
"But it's weird! It sounds suspicious! He's weird!" Stiles says.
"Okay wait has he done anything worth being- hostile towards him?" You ask.
"Well I think-"
"No, Stiles it's a yes or no question has he done anything?" You ask.
"Not yet." He frowns.
"Well unfortunately a few discrepancies aren't enough to label him a supervillain, but someone should get to the bottom of the moving situation because those are some gaping holes."
"See?" Stiles huffs at Scott.
"If he's a bad guy he will eventually show his hand, just be ready for if it happens. And Scott, I know Stiles is- eccentric but you two have been friends for a long time. He's strange but his intuition is hardly ever wrong about these things so don't dismiss." You say.
"Thank you. I think?" Stiles says.
"Look we have bigger issues than Theo right now anyway." Scott sighs.
"What does that mean?" You frown.
"Chimeras." He tells you.
"I think I need a bit more information. Because I know what the word means, but to my knowledge chimeras are cats or dogs that have a mixed phenotype. Like a cat with the fur of a calico and an orange tabby." You say.
"Same concept- kind of. Someone's been making supernatural hybrids. Mixing the DNA of different ones and turning teenagers into mutants." Scott explains.
"Turning teenagers into mutants?" You blink.
"Yeah- we're not sure why but we know that's what they're doing." Stiles nods.
"And this is just the kind of shit that just goes on in this town?" You frown.
"Sometimes." Stiles shrugs.
"More often than not." Scott adds.
"Why did Beacon Hills get interesting after I stopped visiting every year?" You scoff. Your mom and stepdad used to insist on spending as much time with family as possible, especially after your stepdad's sister, Stiles' mom, died, so summers were spent here in Beacon Hills and winters were spent with your mom's family usually but it got harder to keep up with when you got to high school and started other things so you haven't been back here for a while.
"Well, you're back now! And right in the middle of some chaos." Stiles says.
"Are you staying with Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski while you're here?" Scott asks.
"I always do." You shrug.
You spend the afternoon with Scott and Stiles, learning so much about the way they navigate the discord that seems to now be stereotypical for Beacon Hills. The next couple of weeks are honestly wilder than you could've expected, even with Stiles and Scott's occasional storytimes about the last few years.
"Okay, so we have to go to Eichen. You wanna come with?" Stiles asks and you wish this wasn't a phone call so he could see just how confused you are.
"Eichen as in the psychiatric hospital with questionable at best practices?" You ask.
"Yeaaahhh we'd avoid it if we could but- some shit's going down and honestly we could use your help."
"What do you mean by 'some shit's going down'? I mean- sure I'll help but I need more details."
"Lydia's trapped at Eichen house and we need to rescue her."
"I'm guessing you have a plan?" You ask.
"We- do. Get ready I'll be at the house in like 5 minutes."
"Okay?" You frown. Stiles hangs up before you can ask another question so you throw on a jacket and your sneakers just before Stiles honks outside. The explanation of their plan is very much insane and as you walk through the halls of Eichen with Stiles and the infamous Theo, who he can't stand, all you can think about is how absolutely unbelievable this all is. Even when Theo kicks down a huge ass door and Stiles rushes towards Lydia. You watch him fuss over her as they have a hushed conversation that you pointedly try not to eavesdrop on. Until of course, because nothing normal happens in this town, a shirtless man covered in soot? Or ash? Or dirt? It's hard to tell in these tunnels, but he rounds the corner with glowing orange eyes and beelines it to Lydia and Stiles.
"Stiles!" You shout but the dust-covered man shoves him away too quickly and wraps himself around Lydia, erupting into flames as she screams into his chest. "Woah- why is that man on fire!?" You stumble back as the man picks Lydia up and carries her out of the room.
"Don't worry, he's on our side." Stiles says as he dusts himself off and follows the man.
"That's great to know but that doesn't explain why he's emitting flames."
"He's a hellhound."
"I hate that you said that like that's normal. A hellhound?!"
"You know- at a later date, I'll just give you an appendix of every single creature we know of- allies and enemies because I realize waiting for things to come up organically makes for a lot of this." Stiles says.
"I can't believe y'all just know people that can spontaneously combust and that's all cool and chill." You say.
"It's actually quite the opposite of cool and chill." Theo snorts.
"Oh shut up." You roll your eyes.
The next few days are spent memorizing Stiles' appendix while trying to catch up on everything going on and help stop the most current evil which- you'll admit would be way easier if you weren't so far behind on the information but currently, the goal is read up on these awful things called dread doctors.
Today you've decided to do one totally normal easy thing. You'll take your uncle, the sheriff, lunch at his job. When you arrive at the sheriff's station you head straight to your uncle's office.
"Y/n? What are you doing here?" He frowns when you knock on the doorframe as you walk in.
"I brought you lunch. I wanted something normal to do." You say sitting down across from him as you set the lunchbox on his desk.
"Ah, adjusting well to the chaos of Beacon Hills?" He chuckles.
"You know I just don't get how you don't completely lose your mind knowing what Stiles gets up to. I know my mom would flip if she found out and I'm 21." You shake your head.
"Oh trust me I do but unfortunately Stiles and his friends have stopped a lot of devastation in this town- it would be foolish to pretend otherwise." He shrugs.
"Hey Sheriff, quick question about the- oh sorry, am I interrupting?" You turn your head at the sound of someone speaking behind you. It takes a moment to click but you gasp when you recognize who it is.
"You're the hellhound." You say.
"Excuse me?" The man blinks at you.
"We met at Eichen. Well that's not correct we didn't meet but I saw you at Eichen. You saved Lydia's life. You look very different dressed and not covered in soot, hellhound." You say.
"Jordan." He says, though your words seem to have caught him by surprise, his cheeks are starting to redden.
"Huh?"
"You called me hellhound. Which is- fine technically but my name is Jordan. Jordan Parrish."
"Oh. Well then it's nice to actually meet you, Jordan Parrish." You say smiling at him.
"Wait what were you doing at Eichen?"
"I'm Stiles's older cousin. I'm staying with the Stilinski's for a while and I guess that means being in the middle of all things Beacon Hills chaos." You shrug.
"In that case, I hope to see more of you."
"Ditto." You smile.
"Parrish. What did you need?" Your uncle goes full sheriff mode on his deputy.
"Uh- it can wait. You should- enjoy your lunch?" Jordan frowns in confusion at the lunchbox on the table.
"Get back to work deputy." John rolls his eyes. Jordan walks backwards out of the room, crashing into something on his way and making you giggle. "You stay away from my deputies y/n." Your uncle warns.
"Oh, but that one's so cute. Come on uncle John." You pout.
"No no no no no, even if he wasn't my employee you cannot date a hellhound you and I both know your mom would kill us all if I let you."
"Mom doesn't have to know he's a hellhound."
"Are you suggesting I lie to your mother?"
"Nooo I'm suggesting you turn a blind eye if I lie to her. Plus I'm an adult there's no guarantee she'll even meet him. What if it doesn't get that far?"
"You've already set your sights haven't you." He sighs.
"I mean kind of yeah. He's so cute! And you should've seen him rescue Lydia, uncle John it was- so cool!"
"Just- be careful. Jordan's a good employee and seems like a decent man but you never know."
You spend another half hour with your uncle before deciding you've disrupted enough of his day. On your way out you spot Jordan has his desk and make a detour.
"Hi deputy." You say leaning against the desk. Jordan glances up at you with wide eyes. After a moment he clears his throat and turns back to his computer seemingly to hide the pink creeping across his cheeks.
"Hi. You on your way out?" He asks.
"Yes, but before I go I just want to do one thing." You say grabbing a pen and sticky note from atop his desk. You quickly scribble your phone number on it and place it in front of him. "You want to see more of me. Make it happen. I don't like leaving things to chance." You say and before he can even respond you leave. Let's see if he takes the hint.
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#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfiction#jordan parrish fanfiction#jordan parrish fluff#jordan parrish x reader
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Requested by @ryliegh8
Pairing: Jordan Parrish x fem!reader
Valentines Event 2023
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This was the first time you were spending Valentines with someone you truly loved and you had to admit, you really didn’t expect anything special. All of the other Valentines, you weren’t made a fuss of or made to feel special; so you really weren’t expecting anything at all.
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The rain hammered hard down on you as you walked up the pathway to your house. You fumbled with your keys and huffed when they fell on the ground. The door opened as you bent down, revealing your gorgeous boyfriend waiting for you.
“Hey sweetheart. Hard day?” He pecked the top of your head as you walked through the door and shrugged your coat off your shoulders. Jordan walked behind you, grabbed the coat and hung it up. You slumped down on the sofa, letting out an exhausted sigh and nodding your head. Jordan took a seat next to you and pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms around you.
“There’s a bath upstairs waiting for you. Go and have a soak and I’ll be up to join you.” You smiled and pecked him on the lips. “What ever did I do to deserve you?” He kissed you back and helped you off before following you up the stairs.
Rose petals littered the bathroom floor as you opened the door. Candles were lit on the edges of the tub and relaxing music played softly in the background. “Oh, wow!” “Only the best for my girl.” He wrapped his arms around your stomach and kissed the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
You turned around in his arms and slung yours around his neck. You slowly leaned in and attached your lips to his, slow but full of love. You both slowly undressed and slid into the tub, Jordan reaching over to grab two glasses of wine. “Where on earth did you hide those?” You looked in shock as Jordan handed you a glass. “I have my places.” He wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles.
You sat in comfortable silence for a while, both of you stealing glances at the other before Jordan broke the silence. “I know that you haven’t had the best times in the past on Valentines Day, so that’s why I had to spend every minute I could trying to make you realize how much I love you. With everything that’s been going on recently, you’ve been the one to keep me grounded. I never thought you’d stick around and help me deal with what I am, so that’s why I have a very important question to ask you.
He leaned over to the side once again and revealed a small ring box. You gasped, putting your hands over your mouth as Jordan carefully moved around the tub to not spill the water. As best as he could, he knelt on one knee and opened the box and revealed a beautiful diamond ring. “Y/N, would you do me the greatest honor of marrying me?”
Tears fell down your face, a warm smile spreading across your face. “Of course I will.” Jordan smiled widely before gently taking your hand and sliding the ring on your finger before grabbing you and kissing you passionately. You kissed back, your hands roaming all over his body, ending in his hair.
You both broke free, gasping for breath. “Thank you for making me the happiest man alive, Y/N. You don’t know how much this means to me.” He stood up and got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his legs. “Thank you for making this day special, J. Nobody’s made an effort for me before. You’ve made this day one to remember.” He held his hand out for you to take as you slowly stood up.
Getting out of the tub, Jordan wrapped you up in a towel before lifting you in his arms and carrying you to your room, earning a squeal from you. He lay you down on the bed before climbing on the other side. “Those guys must have been crazy not to have made a fuss of you. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I’m going to spend every minute from now showing you that.”
“I love you with all my heart, Jordan.”
“I love you so much more, Y/N.”
Teen Wolf Tags:
@bxoken-heartss @hellomyweirdos @redcoatgirl
#jordan parrish#jordan parrish x reader#jordan parrish imagine#jordan parrish fanfiction#teen wolf#teen wolf imagine#teen wolf fanfiction#teen wolf fluff#jordan parrish fluff#valentines#valentines event#valentines event 2023
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New story featuring Jordan being used.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53077876
#teen wolf#fanfic#fanfiction#jordan parrish#sheriff stilinski#peter hale#chris argent#scott mccall#isaac lahey#derek hale#stiles stilinski
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The second of four @fandomtrumpshate fics.
Rated Explicit - One Shot (3k) - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content
Summary: Stiles performs a spell that doesn't really go as he expected. He's definitely not mad about the results though as there's plenty of fun to be had afterwards.
Featured groups & pairings: Stiles Stilinski/Jordan Parrish, Stiles Stilinski/Scott McCall/Isaac Lahey
Key Tags: Threesome, No Foreplay, Incubus Stiles
#teen wolf fanfiction#gay smut#fandom trumps hate#stiles stilinski#jordan parrish#scott mccall#issac lahey#my edit#my writing
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Own Me Series By: NRNyx Follow the link to read.
#sterek fanfic#sterek#stiles stilinski#stiles x derek#derek hale#sterek fanfiction#eternal sterek#sterek art#sterek au#sterek fanart#sterek fic#jordan parrish#Jordan Parrish/Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale#M/M/M#fanfic
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So I’ve started writing that TRCverse characters reading the books fic I was talking about this is like the set up chapter before we get into the actual reading. I want it to be a series with a different fic for each of the seven books but one step at a time.
#s speaks#mine#trc#trcverse#tdt#the raven cycle#the dreamer trilogy#plan is for the Gangsey ot6 to be endgame of the whole thing. as well as probably Jordan dating both Declan and Hennessy. if that makes#anyone more or less interested in getting invested#trc fanfiction#declan lynch#adam parrish#richard gansey#blue sargent#ronan lynch#jordan hennessy#Hennessy cdth#Henry Cheng#not tagging everyone/everything else there’s too much
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