#but he will be

[aleisha-potter]

So, I had to write some fix-it. I had to write my head canon out... make this fuckery make sense. And this was born. Just a drabble. Just a beginning but I have plans to expand. To go more in depth into my head canon of where Eli comes from as well as how we're gonna bring Derek back and make Sterek endgame. 🤣🤣 but for now, here is a hopeful little start. Warning: mpreg (but no underage sex! No developed sterek relationship... call it pre-sterek lol)

Once More Into the Abyss

Stiles stared down at the phone in his hands.  His dad's text and subsequent phone call were still running circles in his head. He had been rushing back to Beacon Hills as soon as the word Nogitsune had made it down the grapevine to him.  But he hadn't made it in time. He sat at his old childhood dining table.  The house was quiet, everyone still on their way, and he was thankful for a few moments to gather his thoughts.

His mind wandered.  Back to the beginning… or the end, really.  

When is a door not a door?

Let me in, Stiles…

He shook his head to clear the voice… the one that still sometimes haunted his sleep.  Had they known exactly what that open door would let in, would he have done anything different?  He looked down at the screensaver on his phone, an old pic of him and his dad.  He looked up at the mantel, the pictures there.  His eyes zeroed in on one he hadn't expected.  Derek and Eli with the Jeep.  No.  He wouldn't have done anything different.

They should have guessed the Nogitsune wouldn't have been the only thing that came out of Jennifer's reign of terror.  No, it could never be as simple as one ancient bad guy, there always had to be something else.  He let his mind wander while he waited for everyone.

They should have expected it.  He shouldn't have been surprised when his symptoms didn't disappear fully after they trapped the Nogitsune.  His body still ached.  He was exhausted.  He couldn't eat, couldn't keep anything down.  He had trouble sleeping.  Of course this nightmare wasn't over.  But what Deaton and Melissa figured out?  It sent his head reeling.  It messed with him even more than possession by a 1000 year old fox demon.  Because the answer? Wasn't black and white.  Excising the thing growing in him wasn't an easy choice.  For once… the thing in him wasn't evil.  It just was.  And the look on Derek's face when Deaton told him?  Stiles knew it would haunt him for the rest of his life if he let them rip it out.

Stiles's phone dinged, a text from his dad that they were about 15 minutes out.  Good.  He'd wasted enough time.  He stood up and moved to the kitchen, digging around for something to make to keep his hands busy while his mind wandered again.

Jennifer Blake, though evil and psychotic, had apparently had a small speck of morality or heart in her.  Had she wanted to carry Derek's child out of love or as a way to insure control of the Alpha, who knew, but in the end, she had at least not allowed the child she carried to perish at the Nemeton with her.  As she lay bleeding and clinging to the Nemeton, as Peter slashed her throat out, her magic had surged and found a willing host clinging to the same roots.  Stiles often questioned why him, why not Allison or Melissa… hell, why not Issac? But really, he knew that answer.  Jennifer's magic knew.  It knew Stiles was the only one who would hesitate when the choice came to purge the thing growing inside.

Stiles finished stirring the tea and set the pitcher on the table along with some glasses, his eyes straying up to the picture on the mantel again.  

The sheriff had pulled his gun, Derek had looked horrified, his hands up in defense, or maybe surrender, but he hadn't made any move to stop the sheriff if he had decided to shoot.  Probably his always present guilt that screamed that even if he hadn't touched Stiles, this was still his fault.  There had been yelling and demands.  Stiles had had to say it three times to be heard.  "Leave it alone…"  The shocked look his father gave him, the painful confusion from Derek, and the knowing peaceful look from Deaton should all have been expected.  But it was the shot of yearning in Derek's eyes when Deaton had told them that Stiles would never be able to forget.  And it was that look that had him telling his dad, yes, he wanted to go through with this.  Derek yearned for family… for pack.  And Stiles could give him this.  He could carry Derek's disturbing love child he and his psychotic girlfriend had created.  His body had been stolen and used against his will to take life… now it could be used to give life.

Stiles stepped closer to the mantel, his eyes glued to the teen who stood in front of the Jeep Derek was working on, a playful smirk aimed at the camera.  God… he looked like him.  But then, he and Jennifer had shared some physical similarities.  Maybe another reason her magic chose him…

He didn't look like Jennifer.  He didn't even look much like Derek.  When they laid Eli (Stiles refused to think too much on the name Derek had chosen) on his chest right after he was born, his body still aching and burning from something it shouldn't have been able to do, he had been shocked by how much he looked like him.  Deaton and Melissa had been messing with something between his legs he refused to think about as he had just stared down at the red body squirming on his chest.  His hands had come up to curl around the small baby.  The one good thing that had come from the nightmare of the last year.  New life.  Untouched by the evil that haunted Beacon Hills.  Derek's large hand had moved to cover the baby's back and Stiles could see how it trembled.  The moment had lasted barely any time at all before Melissa was covering Eli with a blanket, rubbing him and picking him up (when had the cord been cut?) and handing him to Derek and Stiles felt a moment of panic.  But that was the plan.  Had always been the plan.  He was 17.  The whole concept of carrying a baby was enough of a head rush without even contemplating anything beyond that.  Eli wasn't his either.  He was Derek's.  Stiles was just the magical incubator.  For eight months though, he had talked to the thing growing inside of him.  There was a bond there, even if Stiles was trying to forget that.  Magic had turned his body upside down and inside out to let it do this.  Maybe it conjured these feelings, too, and they would fade as the magic left his body now that Eli was safely delivered into his father's arms.

Stiles jumped when he heard the front door slam.  He turned and his stomach twisted when his dad walked in.  He was covered in blood and mud and soot.  The smell of ash and burning flesh was heavy around him and it made Stiles's stomach churn.  

"Hey Dad," he choked out, years of fear for his dad making his feet rush across the room to throw his arms around the sheriff.

"Hey, kiddo," his dad greeted, his voice full of grief.  The pain stabbed Stiles straight in the chest.  He heard the door open again and glanced up, feeling his stomach turn as Eli walked in next, looking so lost and alone, followed by Lydia, Jackson, Peter and Malia.  Good.  They had all come.  Or at least the ones he needed.  (Minus Jackson.  But that lizard always seemed to be around when Lydia was so… whatever)

He pulled back from the hug and turned to face Eli.  He had seen the kid a few times since Derek left Beacon Hills right after he was born, right before Stiles's senior year.  His dad sent pictures sometimes, little snippets.  But Stiles's feelings about that were… complicated.  Eli wasn't his… but sometimes… sometimes he felt a pull he couldn't explain.  Looking at him now, the messy hair, the plaid shirt.  His face… the smattering of small moles… maybe they should have done the genetic testing.  Maybe some part of Stiles had been given to the baby inside of him.  Maybe he hadn't just been an incubator.

He nodded, then looked away.  There would be time to think about that, to deal with it later.  His eyes zeroed in on Lydia.  She swallowed.  That was another issue he wasn't ready to touch on.  But regardless of his feelings and how that particular nightmare ended, he needed her.

He turned and walked back to the dining table, nodding at the tea that he was sure no one really wanted.  "We need to talk," he started as the small pack of people circled the table.

He looked right at Lydia again.  "The ritual you used to bring back Allison.  To bring back Peter. How does it work?" He asked, no beating around the bush.

"Dude.  You're not actually thinking about…"

Stiles snapped his glare to Jackson, shutting him up mid sentence.  

"You got to come back.  Peter got to come back.  Fucking Kate Argent and Adrian Harris got to come back!  Derek gets to come back," he told him, his voice firm and resolute.  His eyes strayed back to Lydia's, passing Eli on the way.  He didn't miss the grief stricken look of hope the kid was giving him.

"Lydia, the ritual. Now," he demanded. Amd she began to talk.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Lord Harkon, chewing on cattle: He’s not dead, he’s just vitality challenged.

[strayai]

canon compliant souheki where ranpo tries to make dazai an oda plushie for his birthday/an occasion

[sophsicle]

will evan be at the christmas party?

he will yes :)

[surreality51]

Here, have some Fedal hurt/comfort after the mess of AO23.

[mr-and-mr-diaz]

I’m bringing back my theory because IVE JUST GOT A FEELING

one or both of Buck’s roomie parents are gonna die

Buck is going to end up with that kid

[joeyloganho]

🥺 sitting here watching Food Network and thinking about how Ed would love to sit here with me and try to write down all the recipes so he can make them for me later.

[necromimetics]

can’t stop thinking about my friend’s cishet partner who said last night that he doesn’t think anyone is the same gender. god-tier take.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[ourlordapollo]

The zoo in my hometown posted this picture of one of their cheetah cubs and I'm obsessed

HIS NAME IS YAM ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDINF ME

[mamatater]

The spouse is getting curious about tumblr

[ladychlo]

Motaz Azaiza interviewed by Ajstream after fleeing Gaza, please do watch the whole interview...

[teaboot]

BRUH a dude I know from work came in for the first time in months and I thought he looked different but couldn't figure out why?? So I asked if he'd changed his hair and he was like "BITCH I GOT TOP SURGERY"

[suiheisen]

i watch baseball for the side quests (ps: this baseball player also makes fruit cocktails midgame)

[cafffine]

my prof just explained on the syllabus that he’s included more points in the class than we needed to pass, so we could skip up like?? 20 small assignments/quizzes/participation!! and still get a very high grade!!

the idea was that we could focus on assignments that played to our strengths - only do the participation stuff if we like to talk out loud - only do the quizzes/readings if we want to do the class remotely - only do online discussions if we like to talk and share opinions but struggle with anxiety in class ect.

and that’s cool enough but then he pulled up DnD character sheets with drawings he’d done of these hypothetical student player classes and how our various accessibility needs could be gamified to ‘max out’ different aspects of the class to get high grades and like!!!!!

hell yeah!!!! let’s treat accessibility in higher education not just as a necessity but as the fun, engaging, and creative aspect of learning that it is!!! I love this!!

EDIT: For proper credit or further questions about his system please find my professor on twitter @/kurtishanlon

[qrowpilled]

hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month