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minghaocouture · 4 years

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Fearless: Chapter 10

Pairing: Werewolf!Jeon Wonwoo x Vampire!Reader Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Non-Idol Au Warnings: Language WC: 3.4k+ AU Lore: Vampire Coven Info/Wolf Pack Info/Lore Info Tag List: @moon-asia @uglychildd @woozisnoots @hwangjangmi @rjsmochii @fluffyhyeju @darkacrimson @skjdln @moonchild9499

Couldn’t Tag: @unbaeknownst, @Angelmingyu

A/N: We’re just gonna pretend it’s not 1am and I didn’t upload this super late lol. I also wanted to leave you guys with a little cliff hanger <3

Chapter List: Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10/Chapter 11/Chapter 12/Chapter 13/Chapter 14

It was far too early for it to be this loud in this house. Running on a different internal clock than the other occupants of this house proved to be more of an issue to you than you had originally thought.

Now here you were, head hidden under a pillow as you tried to block out the rummaging and chatter from downstairs. You were trying to get over your previous prejudice of the wolves and their pack, but as of this moment you were finding it really hard not to keep hating them, if only for the noise they were all currently making.

A groan left your lips as you heard another loud crash from downstairs. Rolling over and burying your face into the mattress, as if that would help. Hell it didn’t even block out the small laughter in the room you were currently in. Peeking out from under the pillow, you glanced over to the bed that Wonwoo had slept in the night before. He was now sitting up and staring at you, laughing at your struggle. To add insult to injury he apparently decided that sleeping shirtless was something that was okay, even with you in the room.

“Oh laugh it up, wolf boy. We’ll see who's laughing when I find a way to wake you up in the middle of the night.”

“I mean, I could always stay over at your place and give you the opportunity?” The suggestion had you quickly exiting your pillow hiding place and sitting up to face him. Eyes wide as you stared at him, confused by his sudden bold words. “Or...you could call me late at night until I wake up. That works too.”

Rolling your eyes at his quick backtracking and letting out a loud yawn, “I mean, the first one is kind of an option, but I’m still not too sure if i’m going to have a ‘place’ after all this is over with.” You retorted, lifting your arms in the air as you stretched. Working the muscles a bit so they would be less tense. You had been trying to not think about that. Becoming a stray wasn’t something you would want to happen, after all it wasn’t like you wanted to be basically alone for the rest of eternity. Which is what would happen if you were cast out, you definitely weren’t going to join a different coven. It’d feel wrong.

“Well, what’s...what’s the deciding factor? I, well none of us really know all that much about how Vampires work, well besides the basics. And...how to kill you.” That was fair, you barely knew about werewolf living. Deciding to lighten the mood a bit, a grin made its way onto your face.

“Alright, I’ll tell you that if you tell me why all of you look about the same age. It’s...actually kinda weird.” You knew that Werewolves weren’t immortal like Vampires, but something about how everyone in this house looked the same age was a bit off putting. It wasn’t huge, but it was strange, you figured that packs would have like older wiser wolves, like your Coven’s with the Venture, not just a bunch of people in their 20s.

A brief moment of realization hit you, causing your eyes to widen as your thoughts raced. If you were Wonwoo’s mate and he was...only 20. That was, understandably, a bit weird. You were well over a century old, and if he was 20 you were old enough to literally be one of his great great great grandmother. That had to be creepy.

Apparently you had been broadcasting your thought process across your face, cause once again that familiar deep toned laugh spread through the room and causing a rather strange chill to tingle down your spine. It wasn’t a bad chill, just unexpected. Masking that feeling with an irritated scowl, you grabbed your pillow and hurled it at his head. Catching it, he placed it on the bed next to him before speaking up again.

“That actually has to do with our mates. We stop aging when we turn 20 until we find out mate. Well, find and actually uh…’mate’ with the mate.”

“So you won’t age unless we have sex?” You questioned, not bothering to tiptoe around the subject. “Wait...wait a damn minute. You won’t age unless we have sex? How old are you then?”

He paused for a moment, taking a minute as he seemed to be thinking about his own age. Which honestly was something you could relate to. After so many years alive, they kind of just start blurring together.

“I’m going to be 93 this year.” The relief you felt at those words had you letting out an audible sigh. At least you weren’t some creepy old woman compared to him, that would have just been weird if he had actually been 20. Well, to you it would have been. You knew others, mainly Soonyoung, would disagree. Though he definitely wasn’t the best example, considering he still considered himself to be 24 despite being 132.

Realizing that you had once again become lost in your own mind, you turned your attention back to Wonwoo and noticed that he was staring at you. The look in his eyes caught you off guard, it was almost as if you had just hung the stars in front of him with how intent his gaze was. It seemed that now with this mate business out in the open, he didn’t feel the need to hide anything. It didn’t make you uncomfortable, and in fact you wouldn’t mind seeing that look more often. Letting out a small cough to focus yourself once more, you decided to hold up your end of the exchange.

“So, technically all the major decisions in the Coven are made by the Inner Circle. Which includes our Venture, Soonyoung, the Primus, Junhui, as well as two of the other members, Minghao and Chan.” You began, unfortunately Vampire politics was extremely annoying to deal with at times, which is why you weren’t going to go into what a Venture or Primus was unless he asked. Thinking about it, you honestly didn’t know how Minghao put up with it all, he seemed to hate it almost as much as you did.. “I’ve technically got one vote in my favor, and probably one against me, but i’m not too sure how Chan and Soonyoung will react so it’s all up in the air.”

You were pretty sure that Minghao was still on your side, at least you hoped he was. Despite his neck being on the line too, you knew that he wasn’t the type of person to throw others aside, he was loyal if nothing else. You could say the same for Junhui, but he had been pretty upset though, and if Junhui was upset then Soonyoung would probably listen to him and if that happened then you knew Chan would as well. So basically it all would depend on how Junhui reacted to you...walking out after yelling at him...and basically inviting him to kick you out.

So you definitely hadn’t done yourself any favors.

You hadn’t realized that Wonwoo had gotten up until you felt the bed shift a bit as he took a seat next to you, his hand reaching for yours and the instant comfort you felt at that contact was almost ridiculous. A thought passed through your mind, wondering if the feelings that were rushing through your brain were simply from this mate thing between the two of you...or if they were real. That would be a question for another day though.

“I’m sure everything is gonna turn out fine. You gotta trust them a little, Covens are kind of like families right? Just like our pack. So i’m sure they’re going to look out for you too.” You weren’t sure if he knew how much those words meant, and you certainly weren’t going to tell him. After all, you had to keep at least some of your tough image. Though...around him you could probably drop it...just a little bit.

You felt yourself subconsciously scoot closer to him and without even thinking about it you found your head resting on his bare shoulder. He tensed at the added weight but soon the hand holding yours had adjusted to where it wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You weren’t sure if the Mate thing had anything to do with how you were feeling, but you weren’t about to move now.

“I’m sure you’re right.”

You weren’t sure how much time passed, the two of your just sitting there in silence. But it wasn’t long enough.

The door to the room practically slammed open and you felt your body push itself as far away from Wonwoo as you could. Going so far as to even shove him away as well. Eyes snapping to the door you were greeted by Mingyu, who’s grin could only be described as ‘shit-eating’. He really did have a punchable face, and he was only proving it more.

“Cheol wants you guys to come to breakfast.” He said, obviously holding back laughter as he looked between the two of you. If looks could kill, you were sure that Mingyu would have been dead twice over just from the look Wonwoo was giving him. More than that if you were being counted in the equation.

You groaned as you watched Mingyu close the door, making over exaggerated kissing noises, followed by the sound of footsteps and him yelling something to the other wolves. Which you could assume was related to what he just walked in on. Meeting him for the first time, you were already wondering how someone like Wonwoo could handle being his roommate.

“Is he always like this?”

“I love him, and he is my best friend...but yes, yes he is.”

***

You were pretty sure you were only here so Seungcheol could keep an eye on you. It’s not like you were eating or anything, and the only reason you had a seat was because Sana was still bed ridden. It seemed that some people weren’t taking too kindly to you intruding on their breakfast, and the atmosphere had gotten so tense since you arrived. So it was going about as well as you had expected it to.

A few of the pack, mainly Wonwoo, Vernon, Jacob and Felix, did try their best to seem welcoming but everyone else present was definitely more on edge with you around. Especially Changbin, and if you were being honest his constant glaring was starting to get a bit annoying. First he complained about having to keep the curtains closed while you were around, then it was he didn’t want to sit across from you at the table, and now it was a completely different story.

“Why does she have to sit in here? It’s not like she’s going to eat anything.”

You felt your eye twitch ever so slightly, your jaw clenching in irritation. It was harder to fight your more stubborn and temperamental nature, but you were playing nice so attacking him (even verbally) would probably put you on thin ice. Despite knowing this, you weren’t one to sit back and get verbally harassed.

“She’s a guest, we’re not just going to make her hang out around the house alone.” Which was definitely Seungcheol’s code for, ‘she’s technically still an enemy so we don’t want to give her free range of the house’. It didn’t take a lot to read that guy, he was a good leader or Alpha as they called it, but he was an open book.

Changbin scoffed, shoving another serving of rice into his mouth before he did. To his left Felix let out a small sigh, obviously wishing the other male was in a better mood. The male across from you, the taller stone faced one who you were fairly certain was named Hyunwoo, spoke up.

“Have you heard anything from the human? Or your coven?”

His question had you shaking your head, but you did pull your phone out to check once more just in case someone had messaged you during, what you were calling, the worst breakfast...ever. You weren’t surprised to find a plethora of messages from Hyunjin, asking where you were and over all just kind of freaking out, there were also several from Siyeon, Kevin and Yuna, and even a few from Gahyeon and Eunbi. None from Minhyuk or any of the inner circle though. Which was what you expected. The inner circle was probably trying to decide what to do with you and well, Minhyuk likes hearing about the drama from a distance.

“Nothing from the Inner Circle, no. I am planning on checking in with Minah around noon, and if she agrees to the plan then I’ll go grab her from the bar and bring her back here.”

“And how are you planning on doing that? It’s not like you can go outside before dark and get her. And your whole plan is useless if the stray sees the two of you together. Or did you not think of that?” Once again Changbin decided to speak up, gracing your nerves with tiny spikes of irritation. “Or is there even really a stray in the first place! I still don’t believe you’re telling us the truth. You were probably just a distraction so one of your other disgusting friends could attack Sana.”

If you cared less about your phone, you probably would have broken it with how hard you were squeezing the device, but thankfully you knew self control. Or at least you pretended like you did. It seemed though, that Changbin was just determined to push your buttons, and you’d had enough.

“You know, I didn’t take this shit from my Coven, and let me tell you, i’m not going to be taking it from you.” You began, trying to cool your expression as you stared at the male at the other end of the table. You heard Wonwoo sigh from next to you, of course since he knew you the best he probably saw this snap coming. “Kiddo, you can hate me all you damn well want, but I want you to remember that I’m here to help you. So I’m gonna need you to back off.”

A loud slam sounded through the room as Changbin’s palms met with the hardwood of the dining table. A low growl slipped from his throat as he glared at you, obviously about to jump across the table to make this more of a physical confrontation. Silence fell over the room as his harsh gaze met your stoic one, sure you were pissed but this wasn’t the place to 100% lose your cool. From your side you heard a small growl leave Wonwoo as well, it was almost sweet that he felt the need to defend you, but you certainly didn’t need it.

“You think throwing a tantrum like this is gonna make me leave?” You questioned, a brow raised as you stared down the male who you assumed was younger than you. “It’s not gonna work, I am the Queen of tantrums and loud outbursts and let me tell you now, you don’t scare me.” It was definitely stupid to edge him on like that, especially since you were a guest. You’d probably come to regret it later but for now you were going to show that you weren’t someone that just got walked over. He would understand that.

For a moment you wondered when you started sounding like Minghao, maybe his general attitude was affecting you after all this time. It was amusing to think about, if this was how he and the others felt whenever you acted out. You’d have to question them...well if things worked out in your favor that is.

The air was thick with tension as the sound of a chair scraping against the linoleum cut through the silence.

“Changbin, sit down and finish your breakfast then go and get ready for your classes. ” It wasn’t too surprising to see Seungcheol standing from his seat at the end of the table. He was almost like a father, vaguely you wondered how old he was, it was impossible to tell just by looking at him. His eyes then found themselves looking directly at you. “And you, come with me.”

Would it be safe to say you were in the doghouse now?

Sliding your chair back, you felt something grab your wrist. Looking down you noticed it was of course Wonwoo, staring up at you with concern. Concern that you brushed off. Sure you had probably just pissed off the leader of the group that was housing you, and he could easily attack you or resend his invitation to the home which would end up hurling you outside into the unforgiving and burning sun, but that was too negative to think about at the moment even for you.

Despite your attempt at being nonchalant, Wonwoo gently tugged you closer to him so that his lips ended up right next to your ear.

“If you need me, just call.” the words caused you to chuckle slightly.

“You’re sweet, but I’ll be fine.” Was all you said in return, pulling away from him and following Seungcheol out the double doors of the dining room, to the right down the hallway and into what looked like a living room.

Once inside, you heard a sigh escape from the male as he took a seat onto one the weathered arm chairs. He gestured vaguely for you to join him and sit down. Taking the free chair on the far left of the room, it was a pretty comfortable chair. You definitely weren’t thinking about taking it with you or anything though. Glancing back over at Seungcheol, you watched as he lifted a hand to rub the bridge of his nose.

“You’re really not making this any easier for any of us.”

“Excuse me, for not just sitting around and taking shit from someone who is probably half my age. If not younger. ” You retorted, rolling your eyes. You could tell from watching Seungcheol that he was a good leader, probably better than Soonyoung (though with Soonyoung gone all the time, the bar wasn’t super high to begin with) but leadership can definitely take it’s toll.

“That’s the point. Changbin is only 33. He’s still technically a kid by our standards and he’s a little rough around the edges but…” he trailed off, you could see that he didn’t really want to talk about this. It probably didn’t help that you were a complete stranger. “The point is, even if he attacks first. If you fight back I have to be on his side.”

“That sounds like something a shitty leader would say.” The words slipped from your lips before you could even think of stopping them. You could tell that Seungcheol was taken back by them almost as much as you were. “I mean, should a leader be willing to tell their people when they’re in the wrong? I’m trying to play nice here for the sake of both of our groups, but I’m not just gonna let him talk shit to my face. Fixing things is a two way road, I can’t do this if he’s unwilling to even look at me without the intent to rip my throat out.”

“I understand but-”

“No, I really don’t think you do. I’m sticking my neck out to help you guys. I might lose my place in my Coven, my family, because I’m here. I’m not gonna do that, and get trash talked by a fucking kid.” The anger from the dining room, the fear from your current situation, everything seemed to be finally reaching a head. Your limbs shook lightly as you stared him down, not with an intent to fight, but with all of the emotions you were currently feeling.

He lifted a hand, stopping you from continuing. The room filled with silence once more as he seemed to contemplate your words. After a moment, he nodded solemnly.

“You’re right. I guess we’re all trying to work on ourselves during this. If we do go through with the mission tonight, Changbin will stay home. I think it’ll be best for everyone that way.”

Before you could respond, the loud tone of your phone rang through the room, signaling a phone call. Seungcheol gestured for you to answer it, which you were going to do with or without his permission.

The caller ID was definitely not a name you were expecting to see.

Soonyoung.

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springday-aus · 4 years

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Werewolf!AU with Chanyeol

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Group: EXO

Member: Park Chanyeol

Genre: fantasy, fluff, romance

Type: Bulletpoint AU

Word Count: 3k

so the alpha is obviously Suho bc

leader, duh

Yifan and Minseok are co-betas

and the exo boys all live together in a house in the woods

but this is more of a house they can go back to

they all live within the city/suburb

(depending on what they do)

Chanyeol lives in the city since he works part time at a music shop

he likes the hustle and bustle of the city

despite the pollution, crowdedness and rude people that are there

but when he found the whole in the wall music shop

he absolutely fell in love with it

the owner loves him btw

(Chanyeol brings in a lot of customers)

anyways

I don’t want to say werewolf!Chanyeol is just a giant puppy

but that’s exactly what he’s like

he needs to go on frequent runs in his wolf form

someone always needs to come with him because he rolls around a lot in mud

oftentimes, he has to stop himself from peeing on trees

Sehun: “dude, that’s been marked”

Chanyeol: “yeah… BY ME AHA SUCKER I OWN THE WOODS”

Sehun: “oh god”

Chanyeol is also super hyper

like he’s got more stamina and energy than the other boys

which is why he goes on the most runs

pent up energy is a scary thing

(so the exo boys have learned)

that also means he’s one of the best fighters of the pack

(Kyungsoo is a near second, but he’s really good when he’s angry)

but I mean fighting when necessary

so Chanyeol’s wolf form is………. huge

since he’s really tall, his wolf form literally towers over the others

he almost looks like the alpha

almost

this also gives him an advantage in fights bc intimidation usually works the fastest and results to the least amount of violence

anyways

so his fur is a light brown, mixed with white—there are some dark brown spots too, but you really have to squint to see it

you know how his ears are really big and stick out

best believe his ears are literally the same in his wolf form

they’re so big and fluffy and if his eyes don’t give away his emotions, his ears do too

his paws are also big

but that’s also bc his hands are big

Kyungsoo: “what did you eat as a child?”

Chanyeol: “jealous, shorty? no one can be as tall as—oW sTOP HITTING ME”

they can hit him all they want

bc by the end of the day, he, Sehun, and Yifan are the only ones who can reach the top of the cabinets

despite his tall stature and formidable fighting skills, this man is the clumsiest

he causes the most accidents in the exo house

in his apartment building

but he hasn’t had an accident in the shop

(not yet anyways—Jongdae and Baekhyun have a side bet going as to when that’s gonna happen)

it happens a lot in the city too

but it’s not his fault

he….. just has really long limbs and don’t know how to control them 100%

it’s fine tho because he was able to meet you through because of his clumsiness

okay so mates are a thing for supernatural creatures

including werewolves

while some mates are wolves too

others are human……………

……… like you

so Chanyeol was on the street, walking back to his city apartment

he was with some of the other guys (Baekhyun and Jongdae)

and then he smells something

something sweet

and alluring

so he follows it

in fact, he runs after it down the street

(with the others chasing him)

he’s running past all these people and he’s getting closer and closer

that’s when he runs into you

and I don’t mean the cute kind of running into you

I mean this man full on tackles you

obviously, it’s by accident but

it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt less

while you were curious to what just happened

he was completely enamored

he’d heard of finding one’s mate

mate meetings can happen in wolf form

and others in human form

the main thing was that your body would just know they were the one

he had no idea how he was going to meet his mate, but this is was definitely not how he pictured it

meanwhile, all you knew was that you were walking back to your apartment

and next thing you knew, you were on the ground

and looking into a pair of brown eyes that sparkled down towards you

Chanyeol: “hi”

You: “hi”

Chanyeol: “I’m Chanyeol”

You: “hi, I’m (Y/N)”

Chanyeol: “that’s a nice name”

You: “thanks”

Baekhyun: out of breath from running after Chanyeol’s long ass legs

Baekhyun: “hey, as cute as this is, maybe you should get off of them?”

You: “I agree with the short one”

Baekhyun: “RUDE”

Chanyeol gets up and pulls you up along with him

when he gets a hold of your hand, he gets that feeling

that feeling that he never wants to let it go

unfortunately, when you do, a part of him cries on the inside

(that’s the big puppy coming out)

Chanyeol: “I’m sorry about ramming into you like that”

You: “apology accepted”

Chanyeol: “can I make it up to you…?”

You: ???

Chanyeol: “like…. a… dinner?........ date?.... if you want……”

you don’t know why, but there’s something in you that makes you say yes

maybe it’s bc this gigantic dude who towers over the crowd

looks like the softest lil marshmallow with his red cheeks and big ears

so you go on the date

and you actually have a great one

he takes you out to a drive in movie theatre, along with dinner

it’s simple

but it’s perfect

so you go on a few more dates and next thing you know

you’ve been in this relationship for like seven months

he’s great—he’s super supportive and radiates optimism

Chanyeol and you.... just click

but like there’s something kind of weird......

like there are periods of time when he says, “sorry, I’m gonna be busy that night :(“

and that’s fine, but he tells you like… a couple of months in advance

you wanna mind your own business

but you’re also kinda curious bc he never tells you what for

and things kind of get weirder when you officially meet his friends for the first time

you already knew Jongdae and Baekhyun from the first meeting

and you met them a couple of times after

but now you were going to meet the whole group

you’ve heard horror tales of Kyungsoo and Minseok

(courtesy of Baekhyun, but Jongdae says to ignore it—something about Baekhyun being annoying lmao)

you’ve also heard a lot about Jongin and his alarming chicken consumption

along with stories about Sehun and Tao

(and their inability to agree to anything—they’re like babies that way, at least that’s what Chanyeol says)

Suho is like a mother hen and Yifan is like the father bear

apparently, Yixing and Luhan are the nicest so you’ll bond with them the quickest

they’d be the least chaotic members, so you were advised to stay close to them lol

so this all sounds super cute and you are ecstatic to meeting them

and then the time comes for you to meet them

at first, the meeting is just………. kind of odd to you

because it’s at the exo house……………….

so he takes you into the woods to go to the house…………

but listen

if a man took you into a deep part of the woods

where you are very unfamiliar with—wouldn’t you be concerned about being murdered?

yeah, Chanyeol didn’t really think this through bc.....

that’s exactly where YOUR head space is

lowkey you were like

hahahahaha pls don’t kill me

and just as you’re at the acceptance stage like

okay, this is fine—I’ll just die

the house comes into view and y’all enter

Kyungsoo made dinner

they planned a game night

it was so much fun—you could really tell these boys were like family

and for a second you forget that you are isolated in the woods with 12 rowdy boys

and that this is not normal……. at least, not for humans

unless they’re some frat boy that can’t get over the fact that they peaked in college

anyways

after this meeting, it was more and more common for you to join those group meetings

you’ve met the others’ partners too—well, at least those who have them

despite you getting along with all of Chanyeol’s friends, which is great

there’s still something a bit off

and the thing is

is that Chanyeol knows you don’t know that they’re wolves

so he made sure to tell the boys that

one, you’re human

and two, you don’t know that they’re wolves so they need to keep it lowkey

but.......... exo is anything but lowkey and this was something you kind of picked up on

not just with all of them being in an isolated mansion-like house

the main thing with the boys is that they let it slip that they own the land here

but what do they do as jobs to have the house?

and sure, Suho is like a mother hen, but like they also kind of do like a reporting thing

like………… some kind of boss…………..

and yeah, Yifan is the father figure……. but there’s some type of hierarchy thing that Yifan is “reporting” to Suho too……

it’s all really weird

and you can’t tell if it’s a bro culture thing or something, so you don’t really say or ask anything

and yeah, Chanyeol thinks he’s slick

he is not bc

there’s also a couple of things about Chanyeol that’s kind of off to you

like he’s weird, but then there are some things that are just………. Weird

for example, he’s very affectionate, right?

but like, he seems to hold himself back for you

yeah, skinship is a thing for you both

but

let’s just say second base seems to be the farthest you’re going, even tho you’ve made it every clear you are willing to go all around and do a home run twice

there’s also another thing, which is fine, but like

weird

he really likes tummy rubs

like really likes it

and you’re just kind of like

What

and like sometimes, when he feels like it, he’ll eat really really rare meat

he doesn’t eat it in front of you but sometimes when you buy raw meat

it just

goes missing

it’s just really weird

and then one day

you were at the exo house

at this point, you two have been together for about a year (?) now

and you were chilling in woods with Chanyeol

he looks super super serious

Chanyeol: “I have something I need to tell you and I don’t know how you’re going to handle it”

You: “um, okay, sure—what is it?”

Chanyeol: “I am a werewolf”

You:

Chanyeol:

You:

Chanyeol:

You: bitch what

You: “are we going that thing where we just talk in vines bc you’re not making any sense and you’re doing it wrong”

Chanyeol: “no, I’m serious”

you…… just laugh

like uncontrollably

because this is the most ridiculous thing you’ve heard

Chanyeol’s just kind of…… watching you lose it

in retrospect, maybe he should have thought this through

after you finish laughing, you wipe a couple of tears from your eyes

You: “phew, Channie, that’s pretty fucking funny”

Chanyeol: “(Y/N), I’m not kidding—I’m a werewolf”

then, what he says………………… sinks in

and now it’s your turn to look at him like he’s lost it

You: it’s not too late, maybe I can take him to a therapist

You: “um, Chanyeol, you know this prank isn’t very funny”

Chanyeol: “don’t say that, I can prove it”

You: oh no

he steps back and takes off his shirt

(to which you snap a mental image)

he climbs onto a higher rock, where he towers over you

You: “hey, Chanyeol.. you might, uh, wanna get off that”

Chanyeol: “I got this”

You: he’s gonna die

and then he jumps off

there’s a flash of light and he transforms, landing on the ground on all four paws

all you saw was a giant wolf that’s at least twice your size

you could only stare

you tried not to move

that’s not very hard considering how frozen you were

for a second, you think you’ve gone insane

but it’s there in front of you

the wolf moves closer to you, slowly and carefully

when it gets close enough, it bows his head to you in submission

and when it opens its eyes

you see the familiar, warm, brown eyes that sparkle at you

the gold specks in them shine a bit more

I want to say that you were able to accept it real quickly

but you don’t

it’s kind of a shock……

so you take a little break from all of this

while Chanyeol understands, it doesn’t mean he’s not upset

his other half is apart from him and he feels like his heart’s slowly being ripped out of his chest

it’s not that you had a problem with it

it was the process

yeah, he lied but like

it’s bc he’s a supernatural being

(that you can empathize with)

but that means other beings probably exist

what if that one waiter was a vampire who could have eaten you

or that one swimmer was a mermaid

this is just a collision of so many worlds

at this point, you were just trying to understand what actually happened

time passes and you don’t even know how much has

until Suho and Yifan end up at your apartment door

they both came with like a fruit basket or something (in their defense, they didn’t know what you would like)

Suho: “hi~ can we come in?”

Yifan: “we just wanted to talk and check-in”

they end up at your place for hours

they really did come to check in with you and see how you were handling the whole thing

and took the time to explain how things worked for them

(the impact of full moons, the concept of soulmates, imprinting….. the whole package)

and they answer any questions you have had

they really were super sweet about the whole thing

and eventually, you ask about Chanyeol

You: “is… is he okay?”

Yifan: “he’s been acting like a kicked puppy since you left—oW”

Suho rolls his eyes at Yifan, not apologizing for hitting him

Suho: “yes, he’s upset, but he’s more concerned about you and where this relationship is supposed to go now?”

Yifan: “we’re not rushing you or anything, but he…. he’ll need an answer eventually”

Suho: “just think about and sort out your emotions, and when you’re ready…. you’re welcome anytime at the exo house”

it was real eye opening for you

when they left, they also left their numbers for you

Suho: “call anytime, a mate of an exo member is a member of ours”

later that night, while you in bed, you thought about it

you should really talk to Chanyeol, he deserves an answer

but, it wasn’t until another couple of days pass that you actually talk to him

it’s a rainy day and you were sitting on your couch, watching tv and eating cereal

all of a sudden, the sadness hits you

and you really miss him

and you really wanted to see him

so you do

you grab a pair of shoes and your keys—immediately heading out

you drive through the rain, thinking about what you were even going to do or say

next thing you knew, you were at the exo house’s door

you really should have thought things through, but

you didn’t really know what else to do

you knock on it, hoping that Chanyeol was there

Tao and Sehun open the door, seeing you standing there—soaking wet from the rain, in your sweatpants and with mismatched shoes

You: “uh, hi guys”

Suho pushes in between them and sees you there

Suho: “oh my god, (Y/N), come in, come in”

they get you in

Kyungsoo gets you some green tea

Yixing gets blankets for you

Luhan picks out some warm clothes for you

and Minseok dries your other clothes

the other boys and their mates keep you entertained for a bit

amidst the chaos, Jongin rests a hand on your shoulder

Jongin: “Chanyeol went out for a run, you can wait in his room if you want”

when you find a chance, you do—you go up the familiar stairs and hallway

and you just

wait

there’s a bit of a lull of silence and then you hear his voice

Chanyeol: “(Y/N) is WHAT?”

you can hear him running up the stairs and before you can say anything

he tackles you onto the bed

You: “CHANYEOL WE TALKED ABOUT THE TACKLING”

Chanyeol: “I’m sorry, I got excited” :(

you and Chanyeol settle on the bed and just………. talk

you get things sorted out and it’s great

after you figure out things, everything’s kind of back to normal (as much as it could be)

you lowkey kind of live in the exo house now

like your things are in Chanyeol’s room

anyways

werewolf!Chanyeol is a lot more fun than people would think

he’s a lot more relaxed about things

now he’s most likely to be lounging around in his half form, with the whole ears and tail thing

you give him a lot more tummy rubs

you scratch his ears too

the whole dog package

I mean wolf

you actually came to one of the full moon nights and it was super fun

Chanyeol spent the whole night right next to you

he’s also a lot more openly affectionate

I mean the whole package: hand-holding, lap-sitting, public cuddling

he knows no boundaries

he is super careful about his strength tho—always checking in with you and making sure you’re feeling safe and comfortable

and it’s safe to say that y’all are way past second base

I’m not saying anything else for the kiddos

other than the whole full moon transformation thing

there’s no real difference between the boy that tackled you and the wolf that you’re with now

and you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him as his mate

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12, 24, 43, 48 & 50? Oops my hand slipped-

I couldn’t help it tho your writing is immaculate✨

PLS can u imagine not stanning avani lmao could never be me

12. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

i mean have you read my sgetober fics i want TEARS

nah but i really do try to make my dialogue real and light hearted? when i’m writing tedros and chaddick interactions it’s gotta be funny those are my rules. either way i’m trying to squeeze emotion out.

24. How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?

More then I can count! The Summer Seemed to Last Forever, wedding rewrite fic, an unreleased post tlea fic where Dovey is the psychiatrist with the third years, an au when dysfunctional family reunites when hester mom dies, and the Teen Titans au. Oh, and a road trip fic but that may be a while.

43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

God. Um. Bed sharing for life, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, enemies to lovers. I love all the bantering, the teasing, and the slow burn is just so good. Also love college aus an unhealthy amount. i also simp for canon divergence

One of my favorite scenarios of all time is final battles,, they’re so good. all the allies you’ve met over the course of the series reunite for one amazing showdown between good and bad. betrayal, hurt, emotions, it all comes to a final head. they’re amazing. gives me so much happy. of course, i’m not big on the dramatic battlefield deaths, but it’s a piece i’m willing to pay.

i’m also very ashamed of it but uh, werewolves. not the smeyer type, no need to worry, just good bois and girls with dog like behaviors. kinda like the ones in what we do in the shadows

48. What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?

I have no idea man. I went through all my fics and had highlighted this one a long time ago and I was like,,, wtf this is so good? it’s not my favorite, idk if I had a favorite, but I remember spending like twenty minutes on this alone.

“She smells so familiar, a smell that Hester can’t pinpoint but she’d know it anywhere, and the closeness and the sound of their pounding hearts collides and it’s so freaking amazing, and there’s no one outside but the two of them, and when Anadil pulls her closer, there’s no one in the world except for the two of them.”

50. Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?

Of course you can you omg here’s two wedding fic previews because I couldn’t decide

“If you’re not going to finish the dress three months early, then don’t take the job! How hard is that?” Sophie rages at the still mannequin and the white puffy skirt. The white bodice is incomplete, the pearled sleeves hanging off the arms. “Your seamstress should be fired.”

“Sophie, I hate to break it to you but you’re insane. How did other fairy tales get their dresses done so fast?” Agatha asks, running her hands through her hair and pacing. She snaps her fingers. “Birds and mice!”

They both look at each other. A hair pin falls out of Sophie's hair and makes a little clink noise on the ground. “Yeah, no. Not for us. Guess we’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way.” Sophie says, her finger glowing pink. Her hair flies out from behind her, eyes glowing maliciously, the mannequin seems to tremble before her... but Agatha grabs her wrist.

“Wait, I have something better then birds and mice!”

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“These gentlemen giving you trouble, beautiful?” Beatrix asks Reena smoothly, rolling up her dress sleeves.

“Yeah, these guys giving you shit, uh, ugly?” Ravan echoes to Hort, who rolls his eyes despite the grin.

#ty for the ask!!#ren rambles #🌻avani🌻#my post #renbox

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So Close - S.S. XXIV

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

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Word-count: 4.3k+

A/N: it’s been a wild ride guys but these dummies finally seem to be together!! i hope you guys enjoy :) ps: i changed how i link previous parts in the beginning. is it easier to navigate this way?

“Oh my god, where is he?” you asked. You stopped pacing when you heard Stiles laugh behind you. “Come on, it’s not funny.”

“I mean, it’s kinda funny,” Stiles said with a lazy smile. He started laughing again when you frowned at him and pushed himself off Scott’s bed. “I’ve seen you take out guys twice your size without breaking a sweat, but this is what makes you nervous.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m being ridiculous, right? He’s gotta know something’s up by now,” you sighed, putting your head in your hands. “I’m surprised you’re not more nervous. You know that not only is he my big brother, but he’s also the alpha werewolf to end all alpha werewolves, right?”

“You don’t think I could take him if I wanted?” Stiles asked as he closed the distance between you two. “Sure, he’s got the brawn but I’ve got the brain. Plus, I’m a lot faster than I look.” You rolled your eyes and smiled at him. He interlaced his hands with yours and pulled them off your face. “Yeah, but I don’t know. I guess now that we’re a couple only one of us can freak out at a time.”

“No way,” you said, shaking your head. “I know there’s something in there you want to freak out about. Go on, lay it on me. School … Kate … the Benefactor … nothing?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’ and moving some hair off your neck. “Just something about you that makes me un-freak-outable.”

“Must be,” you said quietly. “But I bet I could make you lose this steely control.”

“Oh yeah?” he smiled. “How are you gonna do that?”

You moved your hand to the side of his neck and leaned up. Slowly, carefully you kissed him. You could feel his pulse pick up under your hand and smiled.

“Uh, I don’t know how well that worked,” he said, voice slightly higher than before, when you pulled away. “Can I try?”

“Go for it, Mr. Un-freak-outable,” you said with a smile as you detangled yourself from him. You held your arms out wide. “Freak me out.”

He got this look in his eyes that you could only describe as devilish and that you’d only seen when he was about to do something profoundly dumb. Before you knew it, he stepped forward and scooped you up in his arms. He spun you around and, once you were safely on the ground, he pulled you into a dip and kissed you. All in a very carefree, un-Stiles like manner.

“Okay, not really freaked out but …” you laughed after trailing off. He helped you back to your feet and the two of you stood very close to one another. In a much softer voice, you said, “I’m really glad we’re doing this.”

“Yeah, me too,” he said, voice quiet. He leaned and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

It was at that moment that Scott, with his impeccable timing, opened the door.

“Dude, what are you doing? That’s my sister!” he asked as he stomped closer. The two of you took a step apart, but your fingertips were still touching. Scott turned to you as he got in the middle of you. “And that’s my best friend!”

“Yeah, I know,” you rushed out. Of all the ways you expected him to react, this wasn’t one of them. “But, Scotty, you gotta listen to me-”

“This isn’t a game, man,” Stiles said. “You know me. I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t sure and … I’m sure. For the first time in my life, I actually know what I want.”

“How long has this been going on?” Scott asked, seemingly calming himself down to a simmer as he tried to concentrate. “A week? Longer?”

“Officially, maybe like a day or two,” you said. “But I’ve had feelings for him as long as I can remember.”

“Yeah, me too, man,” Stiles said as he stepped a little closer, taking your hand in his again. A second passed where nothing happened except Scott’s frowning, and he added, “How are you feeling? We cool?”

“Are we cool?” Scott said. You got ready to pull Stiles behind you, but then Scott’s whole demeanor changed and he was grinning like it was ninth birthday party all over again. “My best friend and my sister … of course we’re cool! This is the perfect match.”

“It is?” you asked, still shocked by the turnaround, but then Stiles squeezed your hand quickly and you added, “Of course it is!”

Scott pulled the two of you into a hug, one arm around each of your shoulders’, and took a deep breath. “This is great,” he repeated, grip a little too tight to be comfortable. “But, uh, one question?”

“Yeah, buddy?” Stiles asked, looking a little pained by the sudden hunch to fit under Scott’s arm.

“Does this mean you guys are gonna stop listening to that Cranberry song?” he asked. “You’re A Dream To Me?”

“It’s just Dreams,” you and Stiles said at the same time. Squirming in your headlock, you turned to look at him.

“What?” he asked. “The Jeep got stuck on the breakup mix and I wasn’t gonna take the CD out-”

“You made a breakup mixtape?” you asked, moving out from under Scott’s arm to laugh. “You’re such a nerd!”

“Hey, we got a family Spotify account,” Stiles said, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “I can see when you’re listening to The Cure. And when have they ever cured anything, just by the way?”

“Oh, come on,” you groaned. “I-”

Your response was cut short by Scott laughing. The two of you turned to look at him and he just shrugged. “I was kinda worried that things would be different once you guys finally told me,” he said. “But they’re not.”

“I can’t tell if you’re saying that in a good way or a bad way,” Stiles said, narrowing his eyes.

“Guess we’ll have to wait and see,” you said softly. You smiled at Scott; he was handling this way better than you expected.

“So have you told anyone else?” Scott asked, going back to the door to grab the bag he’d dumped when he burst in.

“No. I was hoping to tell the others after we told you,” you said.

“Yeah, and we’ll tell your mom and my dad sometime soon too,” Stiles nodded.

You bit your lip. “Actually, I was kind of hoping we could wait to do that. Like maybe a month? Or forever?” Stiles was ready to argue so you jumped in again, “At least until my dad leaves again for work!”

“He’s not leaving,” Scott said. It broke your heart a little. Rafael always left at some point. “And I think you should tell them.”

“Okay, so that’s two votes against your one,” Stiles said, grabbing your hand. “We tell them in the morning.”

“Since when does Scott get a vote in anything?”

---

Against your better judgment, you spent the morning prepping to tell your mom and dad about Stiles. You’d woken up early, cleaned the kitchen, and started making some very oddly shaped pancakes. Rafael was supposed to be coming over for Saturday brunch, so you could hit two birds with one misshapen breakfast staple.

“So what’s all this?” Melissa asked after taking a sip from her lovingly made (and not at all a bribe) coffee. Raf was already two pancakes in. You shrugged and she rolled her eyes. “Usually Scott’s here for family brunch, and usually we’re eating all the leftovers from the week before. What gives?”

“Can’t she just do something nice for her parents?” your dad asked. His faith in you, although misplaced, was touching.

Mel laughed as she answered, “No teenager just does nice things for their parents.” Raf frowned and your mom continued, “Sweetheart, just spit it out.”

You took a deep breath and sat up straight, folding your hands into your lap so you could fidget without them seeing. “Okay, well, you guys know how close Stiles and I have always been,” you started slowly. Your dad started drinking his orange juice and your mom nodded. “Wehadafightandworkeditoutandnowwe’redating.”

Rafael choked on his orange juice and Melissa hit the table with her fist lightly. “Dammit!” she whispered.

Your heart rate spiked. “Mom, what’s wrong?” you asked. “I- I thought you liked Stiles.”

Melissa took a breath and smiled. “Of course I like Stiles, honey, and I’m really happy for you,” she said with an encouraging nod. Then she winced slightly as she drew back. “That wasn’t because you’re dating; it’s ‘cause now I owe Noah ten bucks.”

“What?” your dad asked as he cleaned himself up, at the time that you said, “Excuse me?”

“I had money on next month because you’re so stubborn, but he insisted Stiles would wear you down before that,” she laughed and shook her head.

“This is the second time that you’ve gambled on my love life and I don’t think I like it very much,” you said, folding your arms over your chest.

“The second time that you know of,” Melissa smiled. She laughed at the face you pulled and pushed herself out of her seat. She walked around the table and kissed your head. “I’m really happy for you two. We can talk more when I get home from work, okay?”

“Sure thing,” you said, still slightly confused. A minute passed after Mel left and your dad still hadn’t said anything so you got up to head to your room. You paused and leaned down to kiss his head. “See you later, Dad.”

“Uh-huh,” he said as you left.

Turning to close your bedroom door and leaning against it when you were done, you pulled out your phone and called Stiles. As the dial tones rang out, you prepared yourself to leave him a message.

“Hey,” he answered, just in time. It sounded like he was walking. “How’d your parents take it?”

“Well my mom seemed to care more about the ten bucks she lost, and my dad almost choked so-” you shrugged, even though he couldn’t see it. “Better than expected.”

You heard him unlock the Jeep and close the door behind him as he spoke. “My dad was pretty psyched to get that ten bucks and then said something like ‘I knew you could do it, son!’ before hugging me. Oddly expected.”

You laughed as you answered, “I think your Noah impression needs work. Less Batman and more disgruntled dad.”

“Everyone’s a critic.” You could practically hear him rolling his eyes over the phone but soon the line was quiet and you were just smiling. It felt good. “You still there?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m here,” you said softly.

“Good. Me too,” he said. Another beat of quiet before you heard him sigh. “You got any of those bribery pancakes left?”

“I could be persuaded to rescue a few from my stress-eating father,” you hummed. “What’s in it for me?”

“Seeing my handsome face,” he said. “No? Okay, what about me buying you coffee before Scott and I try talking to Liam and you go to help out Lydia with the banshee stuff?”

“It’s a date,” you smiled.

“A date,” he repeated. “Hell yeah, it is!”

---

While you’d been watching over Lydia in the boathouse over the weekend, another werewolf was killed. Carrie. Her death was even worse than Demarco but different from the Walcotts. She’d been stabbed to death, and no one could figure out what the killer used to do it. That is until Stiles pulled you out of Chemistry and dragged you into Coach’s office with Scott and Kira.

You stood with her as Scott and Stiles grabbed all the lacrosse sticks off the walls and gathered them on Coach’s desk. Stiles explained how he matched Carrie’s wounds to the base of the stick without the guard as he started going through the sticks.

“This is pointless,” Scott said. “Most of the team plays with their own gear.”

“Yeah, if I had a murder stick I’d probably keep that on me,” you said with a small shrug.

“Maybe instead of trying to find a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be trying to get the game canceled?” Kira suggested.

“But the game’s the best way to catch him red-handed,” Scott said.

“But what if he’s red-handed because his hands are covered in the blood of the person that he just stabbed to death?” Stiles asked. “Which, by the way, could be either of you guys.”

“Or Liam,” you said. “He could be on the part of the list that we don’t have.”

“Okay, but we don’t know anything about that list. How it’s made or how it’s updated,” Stiles said. “I mean, who’s been out taking a supernatural census anyway?”

“Babe,” you said gently, putting a hand on his arm and nodding in Kira and Scott’s direction. He was starting to freak them out.

“How do they even know about me?” she asked, staring at a spot just in front of your brother.

“They know about everyone,” Scott said, not looking at anyone.

“I think Kira’s right. We should stop the game,” Stiles said.

You nodded as you folded your arms over your chest.

“I’m not afraid,” Scott said as he straightened up.

“Neither am I,” Kira said, holding Scott’s gaze.

“It’s not about being afraid,” you said. “It’s about staying alive.”

“Yeah, and, for the record, I’m terrified and I’m not even on the list,” Stiles said. “Guys, these are professional killers. It’s their profession! One of them’s got a thermo-cut wire that cuts heads off. Who knows what else they have?”

“Whatever they have,” you started, “It’s not going to be good for any of us. Just, please, think about canceling the game?” The bell rang before any of them answered. “I’ve gotta go. If I’m late to English again, Ms. Bowden’s gonna give me detention.”

---

When the bell rang for the end of day, you couldn’t get out of there fast enough. But when you got to the front and saw Liam confronting people from his old school, you kind of wished you’d taken a bit longer to pack up your stuff. Sighing, you pushed yourself to the front of the group that gathered, not noticing Scott and Stiles a few feet behind you.

The main jock - Brett? - was laughing at whatever Liam said moments before. “That’s cute, Liam,” he said. “Is that what they told you to say in anger management? Apologize and everything’s fine?” Liam was starting to breathe heavier. “You demolished Coach’s car.”

“I paid for it,” Liam said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, you’re going to pay for it,” Brett said. “We’re gonna break you in half out there. And it’s gonna be all your fault.”

“Are you kidding me?” you said as you came closer. You put an arm around Liam’s shoulder as you continued, “You’re telling me none of you little trust fund brats have ever done something stupid? I bet the only difference is that you never got kicked out of school for it.”

“And who’s this?” Brett asked. “Got yourself a little bodyguard, huh? Or is she your new girlfriend?”

“First of all, weak comeback. I’m old enough to be his mother,” you said. You weren’t entirely sure why you were getting so worked up. “And second of all, I’m gonna shove that lacrosse stick so far up your ass that your dentist is gonna be picking splinters out of your teeth. You got that or do I need-”

“Woah, okay, easy there, killer,” Stiles said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back slightly. Moving to the front, he started talking again. “Uh, what she meant to say was welcome to our little public high school. I’m Stiles.” He stuck out a hand but no one took it. “Firm handshake you’ve got there. We’re very excited for the scrimmage tonight, but let’s keep it clean, alright? No rough stuff out there. Alright, see you out on the field.”

Scott was holding onto Liam and Stiles grabbed your hand as he turned and started telling them to go, leave, and walk faster.

You helped them get Liam into the locker room and under the showerhead, but it was doing very little to stop him from turning. With you and Stiles holding him down on one side and Scott doing the same on the other, you were eventually able to tire him out.

“Okay! Okay!” Liam yelled.

You let go and Stiles shut the water off as you sat down with him. You were already soaked so it hardly mattered that you were sitting in a puddle of water. Your knee knocked Liam’s as you sat.

“That car you smashed. I thought you said that was your teacher’s,” Scott said.

“He was also my Coach,” Liam said. He looked so small. “He benched me for the entire season.”

“What did you do?” Scott asked as you and Stiles exchanged a look.

“I got a couple red cards,” Liam mumbled, looking at his hands.

“Just a couple?” Stiles asked, tilting his head.

“Hey,” you said gently. You put a hand on Liam’s. “It’s okay. You can trust us.”

“What else happened?” Scott asked as he crouched down.

“Nothing!” Liam said. He was quiet for a second before saying, “I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation.”

“What did they call it?” Scott asked.

“Intermittent Explosive Disorder,” Liam said.

Immediately, you looked up at Stiles but he was already talking. “IED? You’re literally an IED? That’s great.” He scratched his head before pointing to your brother. “You gave your powers to a walking time bomb.”

Despite the unhelpfulness, you had to admit that the wink he gave Scott was cute. God, what had you turned into?

“Did they give you anything for it?” Scott asked.

“Risperdal,” Liam said. “It’s an antipsychotic.”

“Oh, this just gets better and better,” Stiles mumbled. You squeezed Liam’s hand before getting up to stand next to Stiles.

“But I don’t take it,” Liam rushed out.

“Yeah, obviously!” Stiles said.

“I- I can’t play lacrosse on it,” Liam explained. “It makes me too tired.”

“Okay,” Scott said. “I think you should bail out of the game. Just tell Coach your leg’s still hurting.”

“No, no!” Liam said as he got to his feet. “I can do this. Especially if you’re there.”

Stiles started rubbing his face and you took a deep breath. “It’s not just about the game, Liam,” you said carefully. “You know the keg guy, Demarco? We think whoever ordered the keg is the one that killed him, and we also think they’re on the team. Which means you’d be in actual danger on top of everything else.”

Liam looked at the floor like he remembered something, though he tried to play it off as avoiding awkward eye contact.

“Liam?” Scott asked. “Do you know something?”

“I don’t know who ordered the keg,” he said. “But I know who paid for it.”

“That’s great!” Stiles said. “Care to share with the group?”

“Garrett.”

---

“Nothing bad is going to happen tonight,” you said as Stiles killed the Jeep’s engine. “Okay?”

He grabbed the dangling keys and turned to look at you. “I thought you said you had a bad feeling about this game. Garrett killing Liam and all that?”

“Well, now I’ve got a different feeling,” you said, straightening up. He didn’t look convinced so you leaned over to run a hand through his hair. “Davenport Prep is gonna grow a conscious and leave Liam alone, Garrett is gonna die of influenza, and you’re gonna make the winning goal.”

“Uh huh,” Stiles said with a nod. “Sounds nice. Idyllic.”

“I’m like a reverse banshee. I can tell when good things are coming,” you said with a confident nod.

He laughed and looked down. “I’ll take that over whatever’s about to happen any day.”

You leaned over and kissed his nose before unlocking your door. “Come on, if we wait in the car much longer I think Coach is gonna put out an APB.”

Noah’s car wasn’t in the lot so that meant he was either on his way or stuck at work. Stiles called him - again - as the two of you headed onto the field.

“Hey, Dad, you’re supposed to be here,” he said as he dropped all of his gear on the bench. “Where the hell are you?”

“Tell him I’m saving him a seat near the front,” you said before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and heading to your seat. He nodded but you weren’t sure if he ever did tell Noah.

You tried calming your nerves as you watched the team run onto the field but it just didn’t feel right. Kira was doing great for her first game, Scott and Liam were alive, and Stiles was doing his best, but it still wasn’t right. The Davenport Prep players were still being jerks to Liam, and you weren’t sure if you could trust him to keep it under control.

You just felt so useless up in the stands, too far away to do anything if Garrett decided to strike.

Then Coach benched Kira for not being a team player, and you felt a little less useless. Noah didn’t seem to be showing up so you gathered your stuff and went to sit on the bench with her, ignoring all the players who argued that you should be in the stands.

“So on a scale of one to ten,” you started, “How bad do you think this night is gonna end?”

“Eleven?” she said with a small smile and a shrug.

She would be right. There was a three-player tackle involving Liam, Brett, and Garrett. Neither you or Kira could hear what they were saying, but Scott seemed to fix Liam up in a few seconds; it was Brett that had to be carried off the field.

Scott caught you guys up when they got back to the bench as Stiles went to answer a call from Malia, and you formed a small circle to talk about everything.

“I talked to Coach and I’m out for the rest of the game,” Liam said when he came back.

You reached for his arm. “It’s not your fault, you know that, right?”

He nodded but didn’t get the chance to say anything before Kira asked Scott what they were going to do.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Something’s still not right. We’re missing something.”

“Guys,” Stiles said as he rejoined the group. “Lydia just broke another third of the list.”

“Am I on it?” Liam asked.

“No, but someone else is,” Stiles said. “It’s Brett. Garrett went after Brett.”

“Where is he now?” you asked. “I’m not on the team, I can go check-”

“No, no. Absolutely not,” Stiles said. “These are professional killers! No one is going anywhere on their own, alright?”

“But I-”

“I’ll go,” Scott said. “I can find him by scent and you guys can just follow me to make sure nothing’s wrong.”

“Scott-” but he was already gone. Sighing, you grabbed Stiles’ hand and the two of you started chasing after your brother.

You found him in the locker room, standing over Brett and one of the new freshmen.

“I think you better call your dad,” he said to Stiles.

“Jesus, is he still alive?” you asked, blowing past Scott and the other bodies on the floor. You tried to find his pulse. “It’s really weak. We’ve gotta get him to Deaton’s.”

“Right now? It’s the middle of the game,” Stiles said.

“I can take him. I just need help getting him in the Jeep,” you said.

Sighing, you looked up at Scott and he nodded and helped you get Brett up. The two of you got Brett to the car and Stiles was the distraction for anyone who might see you. By the time you got there, Stiles decided to go with you and Scott was going to make sure everything got handled at the school.

Stiles was tense as he drove, and the Jeep’s radio was off. It was driving you crazy. You leaned over and took out the CD before wiping down the back and putting it back in. Dreams started playing over the speakers and you did your best to stifle a laugh.

“What?” Stiles asked. “I told you it got stuck.”

“Yeah, no, I get it,” you said, trying to be serious. “Totally.”

Brett was quiet in the backseat and you’d written it off as him trying to conserve his energy for healing, but when you guys went to take him out of the car, you found a yellow liquid dripping out of his mouth. Stiles called Derek as you rushed to sit Brett upright to keep whatever it was out of his lungs. Then you dragged him into Deaton’s office through the back, cats and dogs going crazy in their cages as you did.

It didn’t take long for him to start convulsing as the liquid turned to foam, luckily Derek was there when it happened.

“What the hell is happening to this kid?” Stiles asked as the three of you tried to hold Brett down.

“He’s been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane,” Deaton explained as he made his way over with his equipment. “I need to make an incision, and you need to hold him as still as possible.”

“Yeah, we’re trying!” you said as calmly as you could.

“Some of us more than others,” Stiles said before looking at Derek. “Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength over here?”

“Yeah, I’m not the only one here with werewolf strength,” he snapped.

“Guys, still as possible,” you said. “Or the kid dies.”

In your momentary standoff, none of you noticed Brett waking up until he pushed the lot of you off of him. Stiles hit his head on something and you fell to the ground, scrambling to get something to hit Brett with.

Turns out you didn’t need to. Peter had knocked him out with one punch by the time you scrambled to your feet.

Turning off the supernaturally blue eyes, he said, “I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself.”

“Seriously, you couldn’t have done that like five minutes ago?” you asked. You knelt down to check on Brett with Stiles at your side, not noticing the interaction between Derek and Peter.

“Hey, Doc, I don’t think he’s breathing,” Stiles said.

Deaton knelt down and started slicing open Brett’s torso, starting near his heart and going all the way down his stomach. Even knocked out, Brett whimpered as he did. A yellow cloud of smoke lifted out of the incision and you reached for Brett’s hand.

“Is he going to be okay?” you asked, sudden concern for the kid who was bullying your friend.

“I think he’ll be fine, but probably out for a while,” Deaton said.

You nodded, rubbing your thumb back and forth across the top of his hand.

“Guys, can you hear that?” Stiles asked. “ I think he’s saying something.”

Deaton leaned and listened for a few seconds. When he pulled away, he said, “Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. It’s Buddhist.”

Peter and Derek exchanged a look before Peter said, “Satomi.”

Part 25

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Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing: Part 1

Pairing: Jacob Seed x Reader, slightly John Seed x Reader x Joseph Seed

AUs: Omegaverse, werewolves

Warnings: Cursing, mention of character death, guns, mention of violence

Word Count: 2,952

A/N: Some of you may be asking if I'm abandoning my other work. I am not. I will continue to write for both of my stories I just came up with another idea for Far Cry 5. It's still an omegaverse story because I will forever be obsessed with this au. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, this is sort of a birthday present to me and I felt like we need more things to enjoy now that the world is going to hell and we honestly don't know what's going to happen.Thank you guys so much for being this patient with me and my numerous schemes. It means the world to me! And like always, give me some feedback on what I could do better or what I did alright, where you wanna see this whole mess go, or something you just don’t understand. I also really want to know what your theories are for the coming story. I always love reading your guys' analyses.

Masterlist Omegaverse rules ---------------------------

When people imagined small-town America, they would instantly think of a tiny general store, maybe a white church. Large pastures that held grazing cattle. Hope County was the very definition of small-town America. It had a tight-knit community filled with very unique characters. Doomsday preppers, anarchists, and conspiracy theorists. It didn’t take long to notice these people. The County was full of them. You knew the moment you stepped into The Hope County’s Sheriff’s Department that things were different in your little piece of Montana.

You grew up in Fall’s End. Your parents lived here, hell, your father was even a Deputy. Your mother ran the Spread Eagle with a close friend Irene Fairgrave. Your childhood was filled with tales from your father. It was mainly him stopping the bad guy and saving the day. You and your mother both knew most of them were fake. Nothing ever happened in the sleepy town of Fall’s End.

The only bad thing that seemed to happened was your mother’s illness. It came in October as simple fatigue. She grew tired more often and she felt pain in her shoulder. The pain got worse as time went on and Aunt Irene finally took her to see a doctor, it was too late. She waited too long. She had stage-4 Chondrosarcoma, bone cancer. They tried chemo but it didn’t take well and she passed away the next summer. Your father wasn’t far behind to say it better. He had a fatal heart attack and died in the hospital.

You were only eleven when this happened. You understood what happened but your growing mind still didn’t understand that they weren’t coming back. You watched them get buried together, but you still held up hope it was a lie. A sick joke. You had nowhere to go so one of your dad’s coworkers adopted you. Earl Whitehorse was roughly in his early forties and all his children had moved out. He bought everything new for your bedroom in his ranch house. You had taken to calling him pop-pop. He really felt like a grandfather to you and he raised you as if you were his own.

When you graduated high school, you knew what you wanted to do. You wanted to be a deputy like your dad. You wanted to make him proud even if he wasn’t here. When you went to the academy outside the county you felt off. All these hotshots in your class made you feel weak. You felt like they pointed and laughed as you walked by. Look at the country bumpkin! There’s no fucking way a farmer could be a police officer! You hated your time at the academy. It felt like no one was on your side.

When you finally graduated it felt like you were on top of the world. Pop-pop came to see you and both of you celebrated by having wings and a beer at the Spread Eagle. Nothing had made you happier when you got your uniform and badge. Rook was proudly displayed on a silver name tag and Staci Pratt became your partner. Staci mainly dragged you everywhere he went, you had no say in the matter.

You got comfortable being his partner. Everyone seemed nice. Especially Joey Hudson who invited you to drinks the moment you closed the door behind you. Her partner, Danny was odd. He seemed very religious, always had a crucifix around his neck. He was very into playing bible music in his joint office. Nancy seemed very motherly. She made a routine of bringing doughnuts into work from a bakery in town. You absolutely loved her for it. You were the first one in the break room as soon as you saw her minivan park.

You shared a tiny office with Staci and he was a mess. His paperwork was scattered everywhere and he always left his empty monster cans on the floor. Other than that, he was only an asshole 70% of the time.

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Today was a very slow day compared to most days. There was no paperwork to file nor did you feel like sorting the archives for the fifth time. You sat at your desk, playing with a wad of paper. Stacy sat at his desk downing another energy drink while his hands could barely function from the other sugar. It was absolutely silent as you went about your day. Nancy had come in that day with donuts and they were gone, so you couldn’t really eat your boredom away like you usually would. Something felt odd about the silence. It made your insides flutter and sweat began to drip from your (h/c) hair.

Something definitely felt wrong about today. Was there gonna be a big robbery or shoot out? Nah, those things never fucking happen here. A sudden knock on the door startled you from your thoughts. Joey peeked her head through the crack and gave you a smile and then looked over to Staci. He didn’t seem to notice her, stuck in his own world like usual. “Staci!” Joey suddenly yelled. He flinched and dropped his can to the floor. The green liquid spilled out onto linoleum.

“What the fuck Joey!” Staci just looked annoyed as he looked at the now spilled drink. Some of it soaked into his green uniform and pants. Joey held back a snicker as Staci reached for the tissues on his desk as his cheeks flushed red. You had to look away before you burst out laughing.

“Don’t be a damn baby, Staci. Clean yourself up and come meet me and (Y/N) in the lobby. These three weirdos came in asking for a permit to carry and Whitehorse isn’t happy.” Joey looked at you from the doorway and waved you over. You followed behind her down the small hallway and she opened the door to the tiny lobby. You could hear the yelling already. It sounded like Pops and a random male voice.

Pops never really got angry. He had control over his nonexistent temper. If he was really going at it, whoever this guy is must be a prick. There was indeed three weird-looking strangers arguing over the dispatcher desk. Nacy could do nothing but go back and forth between Whitehorse and a wealthy-looking man. His blue eyes were slitts and his beard covered lips were pulled back in a scowl. A handgun was placed on the desk with the safety on.

Two other men stood beside them. One had his hair pulled back into a man bun like a fucking hipster and his lips were pulled into an uneasy smile. The other sent a shiver down your spine and not a good one. He made you feel uneasy as his blue eyes roamed over you and Joey. His red hair was brushed to the side and he too had a full beard. What were these guys? Millennials? The redhead continued to watch you two as you made your way beside Pops, their conversation stopping for a brief second.

Whitehorse took a deep breath in and closed his eyes for just a moment. “I’m sorry, but I can’t validate your permit without a criminal records background.”

The irritated looking of the three narrowed his eyes even more than before. He opened his big mouth but the man-bun stopped him. “I’m so sorry about this sir. My brothers and I just moved here from Georgia and we’re still new to these parts, please forgive us for our rudeness.” The man slowly let go of his brother’s shoulder and pulled out a card.

“This has my phone number and name, I’ll have someone be in contact with you about John’s criminal records background.” He handed the business card to Nancy who looked at it with an odd expression on her face. “God bless you.” All three of them walked out without another word, But the red-haired brother gave you one last look before getting into the white truck outside.

“Do those three give you the creeps or what?” Joey commented as she took the business card from Nancy. She scanned over the info and passed it to you. Joseph Seed, an odd name. His cell-phone number was underneath but what was weird was the symbol in the corner. It stood out with black ink against the white paper. It looked like a cross and a name was underneath it. “The Project at Eden’s Gate, huh.” The name sounded odd on your tongue. It felt uneasy to you. Anxiety began to build in your system at what these men could possibly be.

You had never seen those three before or heard of them. They must have just moved. “Did you say the Project at Eden’s Gate? I know those guys, they bought a run-down church near the Henbane. They call it, “Eden’s Convent”. Don’t know what they want with that piece of shit but they seem to keep to themselves.” Staci’s voice pierced through the silence as he walked in, still dabbing the energy drink on his pants.

Pops said nothing as he lifted his hat and gave his head a scratch in thought. “Whatever they want, they’re gonna have to do it legally. Nacy, keep an eye on those three for me. They’re gonna go snoopin’.” It took you good second to realize he was talking about Stacy, Joey, and you and not the three stooges that walked out minutes ago. What the fuck? Did he not trust you or something? It made you kinda upset to hear someone you looked up to for so long say that. Especially when it was your adopted grandpa.

The anxiety from before slipped away as you forgot about the three brothers as the day went on. It didn’t feel like your own thoughts were torturing you for once. You got a good night’s sleep without any nightmares to scare you awake, but there was still this tugging in your chest. No matter how much you tried to clear your head, it didn’t go away. It felt like something bad was going to happen. Like, really bad.

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A week went by before the feeling returned. Pops had just pulled into the parking lot when it felt like a stab to the gut. A little voice inside your head was begging you to turn around, but you just ignored it. When you finally got to your desk you locked it away in the deepest part of you mind and filled your fear with a cream-filled doughnut and a cup of coffee.

You slumped into your chair, staring at the computer screen as it took forever to boot up. It felt like it was mocking you by making your day worse. You would look up every once and a while from the screen to the window. Half expecting someone to be there. Only there wasn’t, just fields and cows. Before you knew it, it felt like tie was passing at the speed of light. 8 A.M. became 10.

“-N)... (Y/N)! You awoke with a yelp and glared at Staci. He hastily took his hand away, as if you were going to bite his fingers off. You had considered it many times, with him being such a fucking asshole. There deserved to be less of him.

“What Staci? What the fuck do you want?” You rubbed the sleep away from your eyes as you stretched your legs in your uncomfortable chair. You hadn’t even realized you had fallen asleep. Staring at absolutely nothing was hard work.

“The old man wants us to check out a disturbance at the Spread Eagle. One of the guys from a week ago is harassing everyone.” This was a shock to you. Pops didn’t send you and Staci on any calls before. He says he didn’t trust Staci enough to do his job, but since you were just a Junior Deputy, you couldn’t do it by yourself.

“What about Joey and Danny?” Weren’t they capable enough to do this? Joey was good at her job, but Danny was a different story.

“They’re on another call.” You only nodded and gathered your stuff. You put a can off pepper spray into your belt. You couldn’t have a gun, but Staci could. You had wondered what idiot gave him the approval to carry a deadly weapon. You had wished in the past that whoever they were, they were in jail for giving out false permits.

“Alright, let’s go.” You both walked out of the station and made the small walk to the Spread Eagle. Staci opened the door and the bell rang. Both Mary May and one of the brothers, the rich looking one, turned towards both of you. Mary May looked pissed and the Seed brother only smirked when he saw you two walk in.

“Really, Mary? You called the police on me? Haven’t I’ve been a decent customer?” His tone was cocky as he sat back in one of the stools. His expensive-looking coat was tossed over the bar and his tattooed hands were gripping onto a stack of contracts. His hands crumpled the papers as his smirk widened. His mouth said one thing but his eyes said another. He looked like an absolute asshat. A spoiled baby. It made sense now, this little shit wanted a fucking audience. He was a god damn performer.

He gave you an uneasy feeling just like his redheaded brother. But it wasn’t from being uncomfortable, it was the feeling of dread. Like he could crush your puny existence with the snap of his well-manicured fingers.

“My normal customers don’t threaten me! You’re not getting this fucking bar, John. Now, why don’t you hightail it out of my town before Widowmaker runs your ass over.” Mary May wasn’t someone to mess with especially when she had her mom’s temper. Maybe that’s why Irene and your mom got along so well.

Both of them had pictures on the counters behind the bar. A vase of fresh daisies was next to them. When you saw the picture, it felt like she was still here protecting you. Like a guardian angel.

When you were trash as a deputy, you thought of your dad. He would be so proud of you, you just knew he was with mom. Where ever they were, they were happy. It still felt so fresh and to have someone like John Seed try to tear that away from you made you feel as angry as Mary May.

“Let’s not get too hasty. How about I add another zero to the offer?” John pulled out a checkbook from his pocket and started to write. Your eyes started to get wider as the number got bigger. This guy must have been loaded. Great, a rich and spoiled scumbag.

You also noticed the symbol from before, the cross, was on the checks. But, instead of the name John Seed, John Duncan was printed on them instead. What the fuck was going on? It felt like a big conspiracy theory was unraveling and you had to know the truth.

The name Seed was something that made you feel sick. It sent shivers down your spine and your forehead broke out into cold sweats. It felt like you were doubting yourself when you heard the name. Like was a lie. It made your anxiety flare up again and it constricted your lungs. Were you going to have an anxiety attack in the middle of a call? Just your fucking luck.

“For the last time, I don’t want your fucking money!” Mary May hiss and brought a pistol out from under the bar and sat it right on his papers. John’s brown hair stood up on the back of his neck. He glared down at the contracts and brought the papers up to Mary’s eye level as he ripped them clean down the middle. He stood up from the stool, grabbing his coat jacket and stuffed the pieces into his pocket.

A voice yelled from above as the sound of boots stomping on wooden stairs echoed in the now silent bar “Get out of my bar, Seed. Go home and cry to Joe and Jake and tell them Gary said fuck off.” Gary Fairgrave walked down from the apartment above the bar, a shotgun in hand. He pointed it right at John. His nose flared out in rage as he stepped back out of Gary’s line of fire.

His blue eyes seemed to switch to something darker, something red. You blinked and the red was gone. His eyes were blue once again but filled with more anger than you’ve ever seen in a person. His neck took on a deep shade of pink that worked its way up to his cheeks. It looked like he was gonna pop a blood vessel.

“Woah, we don’t need anyone dying here.” You finally stepped in while Staci stood there with his mouth hung open. John looked over to you and his blue eyes softened just a bit before going back to glaring at Gary.

“You’ll regret this Fairgrave.” John stomped to the door and slammed it shut behind him, almost breaking it off the hinges. His threat sounded real. Not like the bluff most people gave. It wasn’t an empty threat. You just didn’t know him at all, you couldn’t tell if he would act on it. As if you didn’t find him creepy enough, he was making googly eyes at you. And the red eyes didn’t help either. You tried to tell yourself it was just a trick of the light. Like a camera flash.

But deep down you knew it wasn’t a light trick. This was real and it already felt like hell.

#far cry 5 #fc5 #reader #reader insert #joseph seed #john seed #jacob seed #omegaverse #werewolves #jacob seed x reader #joseph seed x reader #john seed x reader #faith seed #cursing #mention of death #guns #mention of violence

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Spring 2019 Fan Fest Prompt List

Hey fan-festers!

We’re happy to say that we received 81 prompts this time around, and we spent the last few days distilling all those amazing and creative prompts down to a list of 63 prompts! (If you’re keeping count, that’s far more than last year’s 48!)

As with last year, we had some repeat prompts and prompts that were similar enough that it made sense to condense them under one item. Additionally, most of the prompts we distilled down to a few words for the sake of having a concise list! Again, like last year’s fest, we’re providing the full text of the original prompts under the cut, in case you’re looking for more details to get started!

You’re free to create any kind of fanwork based on the below prompts! There’s no minimum word count and no rules on what to create, or even how many - if you want to combine prompts, that’s cool! If you’re called to make more than one thing, that’s awesome too! The only limit is that this fest runs from now until April 15th - so if you’re creating something, make sure you post it and tag it with #bennguinfanfest so we can share it to this tumblr! If you’re posting to AO3, the collection is now open for submissions as well, so make sure to include your work there so everyone can find it!

One final thing: even if you didn’t submit prompts, feel free to participate and join us on the discord! We’ve set up a discord server here: bennguinfest on discord to stay connected, inspire each other, and have fun! It’s a great group and really active, so don’t be shy!

That’s it! On to the prompt list!

Matchmaking dogs

Space AU

Birthday gifts

Coming out/being together in the NHL

Acting like a couple (but they’re not actually a couple)

Tyler as a WAG

Transported to a parallel universe

Abducted by aliens

Superhero/Superpowers AU

Amnesia from an injury

Soulmate AUs: Color-based, name-on-wrist

Thirst follow/Met online

Drag AU

Time loops

Alternate histories

Cop AU

Reality show AU (Survivor, the Bachelor, Married At First Sight)

Jamie Poppins/Single dad AU

Supernatural races (vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, etc.)

Omegaverse: Courting

Delivery boy/Uber driver AU

Tyler gets traded back to Boston

Breaking up & making up

Omegaverse: Bonding drama

Boring office desk job

Road trips

Protective Jamie defending Tyler

College/University AU

Tyler tries to be Jamie’s wingman

Lites’s comments affecting the boys

Taking care of a sick hockey player

Cuddle pile/team bed fic

Harry Potter AU

Fire alarm meet-cute

DnD/Hockey Mashup

De-aged after a fight

Bakery/Tattoo Artist AU

Friends with benefits - and then with feelings

Zombie AU

Homeless AU

Nerds are hot/competency kink

Omegaverse: scents

YouTube channel AU

Bridal shop meet-cute

Beard appreciation

Tornado warning

Figure skater mpreg

Self-conscious Jamie

Wing!fic

Winning the cup and a kiss on the ice

Lifeguard AU

Haunted farm

Animal daemons

Surprise/sudden parenting

Jealousy from dating/flirting with someone else

Secret relationship and almost getting caught

Long-lost childhood friends

"Come here."

“Close the door.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“It’s three in the morning and you want me to do what?”

“You could’ve died.”

“I thought you were dead.

Full text of the prompts under the link! If you have any questions, feel free to send us an ask - and as always, happy creating!

1. Matchmaking dogs: Tyler’s dogs want to get their human with a certain cow-eyed captain

“well this is really awkward considering the last time we saw each other, i was screaming at you to never talk to me again, but like, my dog recognized you all the way across the park and literally dragged me over here because she misses you so hi” AU

2. Space AU (ex. Star Trek, Firefly, or something else entirely)

3. It's Tyler's birthday and at first Jamie gives off the feeling that he's forgotten and this hurts Tyler but it turns out that that Jamie wakes Tyler up at midnight on his birthday with two tickets to an offseason trip

4. I want a fic that REALLY captures what it would be like if two NHL players were to come out in 2019. I'm talking teammate reactions, press reactions, social media, family, the whole shebang. I wanna see the real raw reactions and the struggle the guys would have to go through. I would also loooove if you could fit Jamie proposing to Tyler in there somewhere but it isn't a necessity.

Jamie has a hard time dealing with how public Tyler’s life is, with the insta stories and with random people filming him all the time. It feels like it’s only a matter of time before their relationship is exposed because of how much Tyler is in the public eye. Jamie doesn’t want to break up but it seems like that’s the only choice he has. He doesn’t want to do this so much that he calls a press conference and comes out of the closet.

Jamie and Tyler have been dating since 2014 and he’s tired of hiding it. So with Jamie’s consent he posts a cute photo of them being a couple and writes a heartfelt monologue about their story. And the whole hockey community blows up about it. And it’s kinda about how they deal with being and out couple and Tyler posting obnoxiously cute couple photos on his Instagram. Sorry this prompted is a mess I just want Tyler to be a troll and post cute cliche couple photos on Instagram of him and Jamie and the world loading their minds about it.

Jamie and Tyler come out to the team about them dating. Management wants to keep their relationship secret so they make Jamie fake date someone. And him and Tyler struggle with the stress that puts on them.

realistic consequences of being together with the team

5. Tyler and Jamie are super close but super oblivious to the fact that they act like a literal couple. Jamie has a gf and she hates the fact that it seems like Jamie cares more about Tyler than he does her.

6. Fluffy fic where Jamie still plays hockey, he meets tyler and they fall in love and tyler becomes an nhl wife/husband/boyfriend.

7. Parallel universes -- somehow Tyler (or Jamie) finds himself in an alternate universe where his life is radically different (for better or for worse) which makes him realize how much his relationship to Jamie (or Tyler) means.

waking up in the future/alternate reality fic

8. Jamie and Tyler are abducted by aliens and taken to a faraway planet where they are prisoners in a bizarro planet. Is it real or is it a nightmare though?

9. jamie and tyler are in danger and major trouble when their identities as superheroes are revealed and bad guys are after them.

powers/mutant AU (as in pick one, not all at the same time) One hides their ability from the other, and when the other finds out, its...not good

Superhero AU! Are they superhero partners? Is one of them a superhero and can't date the other because he has to keep him safe? Are they both trying to keep their secret identities secret from each other while simultaneously dating in both iterations? Up to you, or anything else!

10. Amnesia angst for the win - Jamie gets a particularly hard hit, wakes up and can remember everyone except for tyler (maybe not explicitly, say they can *remember* them, but not remember that they've been dating for eight months now) cue tyler avoiding jamie because its too hard him to be around him

11. soulmate au! people are born with blackmarks - on their hands, their faces, their skin in general - the black marks is the first place their soulmate would touch them. Jamie was born without a mark. Tyler was born with two pitch black palms. Years after tylers been traded to the stars, Jamie falls asleep, and tyler can't help but run his fingers through Jamie's hair, just once, and then he looks down at his hand and the tips of his fingers are colored, and so are the few strands of Jamie's black hair.

Soulmate au- either abo or name on wrist. No drama, just fluff!

12. Tyler thirst follows Jamie on insta. This can be hockey or non-hockey, but Jamie follows back and they start talking.

13. Rupaul’s Drag Race au. Tyler and Jamie are competing against each other but are constantly talking about how much they like each other/are attracted to each other in the confessional. They’re both single, so why not go for it? Alternatively, one is a queen and the other is a member of the pit crew.

14. groundhog day au (aka, tylers/jamies day keeps getting reset, again and again until they get together finally and wake up the next day)

15. alternate history, tyler is never traded to dallas, but they still somehow meet and fall in love anyway

16. cop AU, where in tyler the rookie transfers and get stuck with Jamie the sorta senior to show him the ropes. Jamie gets attached. And that’s...a problem, in their line of work. Or at least it is for him.

17. Survivor au- same or different tribe, as long as they’re the “showmance”

"The Bachelor" AU

Married at first sight au- either within the parameters of the actual show, or they literally get married the day they meet

18. Jamie!Poppins - tyler is a single father with a new baby and no clue of what he's going to do. enter Jamie Poppins!

19. Minotaur Jamie

The Dallas Stars are a pack of werewolves, and Tyler is the vampire that’s been traded to their team.

Shifter verse!! and ive got nothing else for this other than wanting to see tyler as a tiny lab puppy pls and thanks

20. Alpha Tyler and omega Jamie: “usually when I meet an omega I wanna bone, but with Jamie I wanna fucking hold his hand and feed him bonbons all day, what the fuck”

21. Jamie the delivery boy. Kay hear me out. Like he keeps delivering huge quantities of food to this particular house and it always seems like there should be more than one person. But there’s not. And Tyler orders. All. The. Time. Hopeful it’s jamie. But they’re both too dumb to ask each other out. Lots of pining

Uber driver! Jamie picks up Tyler from a one night stand

22. Tyler gets traded back to Boston AU - Everything hurts and nothing is okay. (except that at least one of them is retiring at the end of the season so it's actually more okay than they think) (also a future fic)

23. breakup and makeup but spanning over seasons - no cheese plots

24. Bond drama (abo) either they bond too quickly, like at the all star game or something and dont know ehat to do because theyre on different teams, or they really want to bond and its not happening as fast as they think it should

25. Boring office desk job

26. road trip to Montreal to visit Jordie

27. while out chilling at a bar celebrating a win, jamie and tyler are having a couple of drinks and when jamie gets up to go the bathroom, a drunk stranger and a couple of his friends decide to harass Tyler, upsetting him. A furiously protective Jamie intervenes and despite holding his own, Jamie is beaten up and him and tyler end up in a dumpster.

28. A University fic where Tyler is out and proud and gay and Jamie is still trying to figure out his sexuality but he's having a hard time. No homophobic Jamie tho please, just a guy trying to figure himself out. Would love if he would rely on his family throughout the fic for advice.

I’m always a sucker for college au, or masters/PhD students etc

COLLEGE AU BECAUSE WE ALL NEED MORE OF THAT IN OUR LIVES

'the cops showed up to a party we were at and chased everyone away. You and I happened to run in the opposite direction of all our friends and got lost in some dark and creepy street.’ - College AU

29. Tyler finds out Jamie is gay (outed/comes out/whatever you prefer) and embarks on a wild but good-intentioned quest to find Jamie his perfect man.

30. Tyler is hurt by Lites' comments more than one thinks and Jamie is worried when he sees Tyler crying in private.

31. sickfic? jamie taking care of tyler is- like just how pathetic is a sick hockey player?

32. team bed au omg someone pls

33. Harry Potter au but not as high school student, just something in the magical world

34. "3am and the fire alarm in our apartment building went off and you look cold here is my jacket"

35. Hockey AU but they’re all dnd races. I would love to see half-orc Jamie, and goliath Bishop, and tiefling Tyler. Please be as creative as you want with this!

Hockey AU where instead of going out, a core group of guys plays dnd in their hotel rooms while on the road. Tyler and Jamie’s characters are getting flirty in game, and it’s starting to translate outside of it as well.

36. Tyler and jamie fight - a *big* fight, and the next day Jamie suddenly got a deaged tyler on his hands and no idea how to fix it

37. Jamie owns a bakery and tylers the new tat artist next door plsplspls gimme that slow burn bullshit with this one

38. ty/jam used to have a whole friends w benefits thing that went oh-so-wrong because one (or both of them) caught feelings—as one does—and the fic is kind of that aftermath and trying to repair the broken relationship.

39. ZOMBIES

40. Homeless AU w/tyler

41. Tyler is smarter than he leads people to believe, and Jamie is into privately nerdy Tyler

42. Abo verse surrounding scents. Tyler smells like the most delicious thing Jamie has ever smelled, but he thinks he shouldn’t bond with a teammate

43. Youtube channel

44. Designer and single friend of client at a bridal shop AU

45. Beard appreciation

46. a tornado warning hits dallas and everybody is ordered to seek shelter. jamie follows tyler back to his house and hide in the basement with the dogs, frantic and terrified.

47. Tyler is a figure skater, Jamie still plays hockey. They meet and fall inlove but whoops tyler ends up pregnant. The world still isn't 100% accepting of LGBTQIA+ people and even less accepting of men getting pregnant. Tyler feels down at some point cause he has to put his career on hold. but it all ends up great in the end.

48. Jamie feels self-conscious about his ass after some chirping from opposing players and it's up to Tyler to comfort him

49. Wing!fic

50. They win the Stanley cup and kiss at centre ice

51. Jamie's a lifeguard. They meet after Tyler basically drowns himself. (It's not an excuse to have Jamie kiss him. Its *not*.)

52. Haunted farm au- Tyler is a witch that lives on a farm where extremely weird things happen. He ends up rescuing Jamie and Jamie pledges his services for one year in exchange for his life. During that year, they fall for each other hard, but there are outside forces in the farm trying to keep them apart.

53. Animal daemons

Goose daemons

54. Marshall, Cash and Gerry turn into human kids (temporarily or not), Bennguin handle being sudden parents

55. Tyler having a serious boyfriend for a while and Jamie is jealous because he wants to date Tyler but he’s not ready to come out. And he’s also upset because everyone is taking it so well and nothing has changed and he realizes he really missed out. But in the end they still get together.

56. secret relationship and how they almost get caught - many many times

57. Childhood pen pal / long distance childhood friends?

58. "Come here."

59. “Close the door.”

60. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

61. “It’s three in the morning and you want me to do what?”

62. “You could’ve died.”

63. “I thought you were dead.”

#bennguin #bennguinfanfest #bennguin fan fest #hockey rpf

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the-cookie-of-doom · 5 years

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I wish I remembered more of season 5 Bc im getting a sudden AU idea.

One thing I like to do when I go the route of making Mitch an actual hunter, is having him either be trained by Chris, or having him be Allison’s cousin.

So what if after everything that happens with Kate and Allison’s mom and all of that bad, Mitch comes to stay with the Argents. Family solidarity + backup and all the jazz. He and Allison reconnect, he helps deal with the whole Beacon Hills situation and such. Isn’t really all that impressed with all the werewolves.

Allison dies and it’s horrible, as you would expect. Mitch is even less impressed with Scott who goes on as though Allison was the love of his life and it was so Tragic, meanwhile he’s chasing Kira’s skirt not even a week later. As someone who has actually lost the love of his life, it leaves a bad taste in his mouth that Scott is cheapening Allison’s death and making it all about him. Kira is a sweetheart though, and she’s one of the few memebers of the pack Mitch actually likes. Peter is surprisingly another; Mitch can respect that drive for vendence. I think he would have liked Erica, too. She’s a spitfire and he definitely has a type. And you can’t not like Boyd. Isaac he probably had issues with on account of the Allison situation, but they probably came to some kind of truce for her sake, and Mitch was usually willing to run interference with Chris so they could get some alone time.

One member of the pack he never really gets to know is Stiles. He’s distrusting on principle, and Argents have a better than not chance of being psycho, so Stiles is wary around him. Mitch doesn’t particularly feel the need to reach out, and their paths generally don’t cross much. When they do, there is a lot of sarcasm and snark from both of them. Their dry humor is very similar, and only Peter can match them for the acerbicness. Everyone thinks they hate each other but Stiles actually really likes snarking with Mitch, most people can’t keep up with him. Doesn’t mean he’s gonna trust him, though.

Although after Allison Stiles does try to reach out, but that’s the wrong time. Mitch doesn’t do well when grieving loved ones. He gets mean and pulls away ,lashes out when people try to reach out or sympathize. He doesn’t care for false shows of empathy (although in Stiles’ case it’s not false), he would rather just be left the fuck alone.

Then season five rolls around, and Stiles kills Donovan, and he feels completely, totally alone. There’s nowhere to go, no one he can turn to or talk too. He’s completely isolated.

And Mitch doesn’t know him all that well, but even he knows that Stiles is not one to be so quiet. He’s withdrawn, seems more paranoid that usual, jumping at sounds and shadows. No one else may be able to see what’s going on with him, but Mitch recognizes the signs. He gets Stiles alone, tries to make Stiles tell him what he did. It doesn’t work. Stiles deflects, and then lashes out when Mitch keeps pushing. He’s too stubborn to admit what he did.

Then Scott finds out and rejects him, and that’s the last straw for him. Stiles doesn’t know what to do. He thought he could handle it. The crushing guilt, the paranoia, the fear. He could handle it, because at least he still had his pack. Now he doesn’t even have that much. And it’s not like he has his dad, because there’s no way he could ever admit this to him. Not after what happened with Kira and her dad.

So he breaks down. Maybe he calls Mitch, maybe Mitch finds him while out patrolling, more for something to do than out of necessity. He takes Stiles back to his place when Stiles asks, because he knows his dad will be home soon. Mitch can tell as soon as he sees Stiles that something is different. He’s not so guarded anymore. He looks defeated. It makes Mitch wary, because if there was ever something Stiles has never been....

He’s soaked through from sitting in the rain for who knows how long, so Mitch gets him something to change into and makes him coffee to warm him up. Neither of them say anything pretty much the whole time. Mitch is just waiting him out while Stiles tries to find his voice.

Eventually he does, and he tells Mitch everything. He kinda of wants to throw up finally saying all of this outloud (realizes it’s the first time he’s actually said he killed Donovan), but it also feels like a relief to finally get it out. It helps that Mitch listens without judgement. He’s a hunter after all, he’s accustomed to killing. He killed Gerard when Scott and Chris couldn’t finish the job, and he wasn’t the first human Mitch killed. But Stiles is just a kid. The weight of death is too heavy on his soul, and that’s not even counting everything with the Nogitsune that he still blames himself for. But this time it was different; there was nothing making him do it. It was all him.

Mitch probably doesn’t bother telling Stiles not to blame himself, or that it was an accident, or that it was self-defense. Stiles has told himself that a million times already and clearly it hasn’t helped. Empty reassurances never were his thing, anyway. Instead he asks what Stiles wants to do now. Tell his father, find away to cope, continue hiding the truth. Makes no difference to him but he’ll help if he can with whatever Stiles chooses. And that show of support is what finally gets through to him, shows him he’s not alone. He has someone on his side.

Stiles can’t tell his father. That much he’s certain of. He’d like to learn how to cope with it but he can’t even imagine where to begin, so instead he asks for help in finding out what happened to the body. He still doesn’t know for sure.

Then, while they’re investigating, many late nights spent in close quarters are had. One thing leads to another.... and I’m sure you can guess the rest.

#cookie writes #i had this whole arc imagined where john finds out about donovan #but Mitch claims reaponsibility so that John wont have to arrest Stiles #peter comes in as his lawyer #no one is amused #wy is stiles even surprised that peter is a lawyer?#but it felt a little too cracky so i deleted it lol

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bigskydreaming · 5 years

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AU where in the first season of each of their respective shows, Scott McCall and Tyler Lockwood run into each other after they both skip town and go off on their own because literally every other werewolf they know is an asshole. And like, granted, Tyler’s an asshole too at that point, but in a ‘he’ll grow out of it’ kinda way, and I mean...enter Scott McCall. Hashtag Growth happens immediately for both. Tyler’s like “No dude, you gotta be more selfish. Look out for number one, you know?”

Scott squints. “I’m number one?” He says slowly, in classic ‘I’m the hot girl?’ tone and cadence, as though the idea has never occurred to him before.

“You’re totally number one, champ,” Tyler says affirmatively, because like...he has eyes, and also has known Scott for longer than five minutes now and thus its pretty obvious that this is in fact true. Also, Tyler is at this point still the kind of asshole who says things like “champ”, and like....not even in an ironic way.

Then the next day Tyler’s an asshole to someone who doesn’t deserve it and Scott looks at him sadly.

“I don’t know how to tell you this dude, but like, you gotta care about other people,” he says. Tyler frowns. Contemplates this.

“Okay,” he says and shrugs, and its pretty much that simple because I mean, he legit literally just needed someone to tell him that. Have you met his parents? They’re AWFUL. I mean they were. Haha, they died. I mean oh no. Much sadness.

They form their own pack and its awesome and eventually that gay werewolf dude from The Originals, Aiden, joins up with them - but only because he brings his vampire boyfriend Josh along with him. I don’t really care about Aiden, but Josh was cool, ergo, I guess Aiden can stay. What is it with white werewolf dudes named Aiden anyway? There are other names, guys. Branch out. Live a little.

They then go to Canada for awhile and run into the werewolves from Bitten.

“Yeah, this seems like a whole mess,” Tyler says, gesturing vaguely in a way meant to encompass every fucked up thing that is wrong with the werewolves in the world of Bitten.

“I just remembered I left the stove on. Sorry, we gotta go,” Scott says, backing away slowly. Their pack turns and leaves *vague hand gestures* All That behind.

They then go to New York and meet the Shadowhunters and Downworlders. Shenanigans ensue, and in the process, they wind up in like, Valentine’s dungeons where they stumble across and rescue Luke Garroway.

“Wait, aren’t you that werewolf cop?” Josh asks, confused. Luke frowns.

“What? Why the hell would I be a cop? Oh, you must mean that doppelganger Valentine hired to be me to keep any of my old Shadowhunters allies or Clary’s mom to look for me. Wait, he’s a cop? Man, FUCK that guy.”

“Fuck doppelgangers, dude,” Tyler agrees, nodding sagely. Scott cocks an eyebrow at him in query.

“They just really suck,” Tyler says, with feeling. Scott nods. Well okay then. Fuck doppelgangers.

Luke joins their pack and the novelty of knowing an adult werewolf who doesn’t completely suck isn’t wearing off any time soon. Who knew that was a thing? They begin to have hope that being a werewolf isn’t synonymous with turning into a douchebag on your twenty-first birthday. Especially Tyler. He like literally JUST un-douchefied himself.

They then go wherever the fuck that show The Gates was set. There’s a whole pack there, and they don’t seem completely awful, but then there’s this one werewolf kid named Brett. Scott goes still.

“Do you have a twin brother?” He asks Brett. Brett scowls.

“What the fuck kind of a question is that? No.”

“Oh, sorry,” Scott says. “It’s just you look a lot like this guy I knew back home, Jackson.”

“Well I’m not him and I don’t have a twin brother,” Brett says with unnecessary aggression that is doing nothing to assuage comparisons to Jackson. Like, chill. It was just a question.

“Oh no! He must be a doppelganger! Sorry, we have to go, we left the water running in the sink,” Tyler yells, standing up and sweeping Scott off his feet and over one shoulder while hollering over the other as he runs off into the night. The rest of their pack look at each other in confusion, shrug, and run after them. Because like, that probably means something, they figure. The Gates pack stares after them with varying expressions of wtf.

“Fucking weirdos,” Brett scoffs then. He goes back to being just The Worst Ever.

Then they wind up in Seattle, where they meet the roommates from Being Human. The American version obviously, I mean, not to be US centric but they’re not going to fucking London just to run into more werewolves, An American Werewolf in London honestly just wasn’t good enough to justify the endless jokes about American werewolves going to London, like, get over it already, let it go.

Werewolf Josh is decent enough. They consider inviting him to join their pack. Then his vampire roommate Aidan gets home, and he’s like, a whole serial killer and a half. So.

“Oh no, I left an unwrapped burrito from 7-11 in the microwave, its gonna go bad!” Vampire Josh shouts in horror, throwing Scott over one shoulder, Tyler over the other, sweeping his boyfriend up in his arms bridal style and then backing into Luke until the older man sighs, hates everything, makes plans to buy a gas-economical SUV because being a werewolf suburban soccer mom is still less undignified than being given piggy back rides by their token vampire when he runs out of arms and shoulders. Then Josh sprints all the way outside the Seattle city limits before stopping and dropping his passengers off as the rest of their pack gathers around them.

“What was wrong with this one?” Asks Tommy Dawkins, the werewolf from Big Wolf on Campus. He and Scott make up the pack’s “Wholesome Jocks In Recovery Post Asshole BFF-endectomy” club. Luke told all the teens that home-schooling was fine, but they still needed extracurriculars. This was not what he had in mind, but well. Baby steps.

“Terrible judge of character,” Scott explains. “Has philosophical debates with his vampire roommate about said vampire roommate’s triple digit body count.”

“Ahh.”

“Am I the only vampire who isn’t just ‘oh look at me, I can go homicidal at the drop of a hat and kill scores of people and then click my heels together and go whoops, all better now, man, THAT was a bad decade for me, huh?’ Am I? AM I?” Josh wails, hiccuping between sobs. Like all vampires, he is very pretty 90% of the time, but he’s a super ugly crier. It’s wonderfully humanizing. Gross, and like, dude gets snot everywhere, but there is an Official Pack Rule. Nobody tell Josh about the ugly crying. Plus, its just a cheap shot, you know? Its not his fault 99% of other vampires use their Pretty for evil.

“Josh,” Tyler says solemnly, putting his arms on both the vampire’s shoulders and looking him gravely in the eye. “I hate to have to tell you this, but I think that like. Yeah. You might just be...The One.”

“Wait no, I heard about this one vampire who’s supposed to not be awful? Down in LA I think,” says Mark, from Lost Girl. He’s not actually a werewolf, he’s a shapeshifter who turns into a black panther. They ran into his dad first, a werewolf named Dyson, but they all sensed he was Horrible within the first five seconds. Except before Luke could say he forgot to feed his goldfish, they gotta go, they bumped into Dyson’s non-awful bisexual panther teenage son and well like. They had to save him from the Horrible then. Like, technically they kidnapped him? Whatever, all their role models were terrible people.

Josh looks up, hopeful. He rubs at his face with his forearm but doesn’t really clean up the snot so much as get it everywhere. Several werewolves wince and look away politely. Mark is scrolling through something on his phone, seemingly oblivious.

“Did you seriously just leave that on a cliffhanger?” Luke scolds. Mark looks up belatedly.

“What? Oh, no. Its just supposedly he only has a soul sometimes, and when he has a soul he’s supposed to be like, a pretty decent guy, but when he doesn’t have a soul, he’s like....a maniacal ax murderer on murder-steroids. Its this whole thing apparently. I follow this demon on twitter who owns a bar down there. He posts weekly updates on whether or not the guy has his soul this week....calls it Soulwatch. I guess the last couple times the dude didn’t have his soul he almost ended the world or something? So anyway, lotta people like updates on that, since I guess he and that vampire are good buds or whatever.”

“He doesn’t have a soul sometimes?” Tyler scowls skeptically. “That sounds fake.”

“Do you have a soul?” A nameless werewolf extra from True Blood asks Josh.

Josh hiccups and gropes around at his chest, frowning.

“I think so? Nobody ever told me I might not, I don’t know. Like I mean, I feel like I have a soul, I’m pretty sure?”

“He clutches his stomach and goes ‘ow my heart’ when that Sarah McLachlan commercial with the sad puppies comes on TV,” his boyfriend says helpfully.

“That’s not where the heart is....” someone starts to say, but they’re quickly shushed. Scott, Tommy and Luke are all clutching their stomachs and nodding in understanding. Tyler rubs his temples.

“Josh, you have a soul. You literally burst into song every time you see a baby smile, and last month you guilt-tripped us all into volunteering with you at that pediatric hospital which means we heard nothing but you singing showtunes and Christmas carols for an entire week straight. In July. Mark, does your demon twitter follower say this vampire has his soul this week or not? Are we going to LA next? And someone please hit me for having to utter that sentence in the first place, it’ll make me feel better, please just do it.”

Sophia Donner, the only decent werewolf from the almost entirely werewolf-populated town of Wolf Lake, helpfully kicks him in the shin.

“What?” Mark looks up again, baffled. “Dude, he doesn’t follow ME on twitter, are you kidding? He has like, six hundred thousand twitter followers.”

“Really? Why so many?” Tommy asks.

“He has this thing where he can like, see your future or your aura or some shit like that when you sing. So karaoke night at his bar is always packed with lots of A-List celebs obsessed with the occult. Its like, impossible to get into cuz of that unless you know someone, but it means everyone who’s anyone in Hollywood follows him on twitter and is always trying to hit him up and get on the list, and so like, of course all their followers follow him too even if they don’t know why everyone follows him, they just figure obviously he must be someone important?”

“Ahh.”

“People,” Tyler barks. “Focus.”

He looks around for Scott, wondering why the hell he’s the only one trying to get a handle on this. He eventually finds Scott at the edge of their little gathering. Fucker’s holding up his cell phone and recording everything. He shoots Tyler a thumbs up and mouths “You’re doing amazing, sweetie” at him. Tyler would be pissed, but like, he was the one who made it his mission to get Scott to occasionally be more of a selfish asshole specifically so....nah. Fuck it. He was gonna be pissed anyway.

“Ummm,” Mark hedges some more, still scrolling through his phone. He frowns then, and shoots Josh an apologetic glance. “Sorry. Looks like he’s soulless again this week.”

Scott decides to intervene then, looking suddenly concerned. “Uh...does that mean he might maybe almost destroy the world again? Should we go to LA anyway and like...I dunno. Try and help?”

“Help who?” Tyler demands, throwing up his arms in exasperation at the whole day. This is what he gets for getting out of bed, like. Ever. Nothing good comes from getting out of bed. When will he learn?

“I don’t know. Don’t get testy with me,” Scott bites out testily. “The people. Who try and...stop him from destroying the world? Obviously world’s not destroyed so somebody must have stopped him the last couple times which means someone’s probably trying to stop him this time too.”

“Or he could just be really bad at it,” Tommy suggests.

“Nope, we’re good,” Mark interrupts, still on his phone. “It says they’ve got him magically locked up in some hotel so he can’t go anywhere while they wait for their witch friend to bring his soul back and put it in him. I guess after the last time they put like, a low-jack spell on it so if it went missing again it’d just go straight to her, since she’s the only one good at putting it back anyway.”

“Well then,” Tyler says after a moment or two to digest the concept of a low-jacked soul. “That was a super efficient tangent. Are we all good here now at least? Can we move on and like....go somewhere not within range of a serial killer vampire who’s probably miffed at us for being rude and committing some hospitality faux pas?”

Josh sniffs and rubs at his face again, this time with more success. “Yeah, sorry. I’m all good now.”

“Well I’m not,” Aiden yells out then, apparently taking the all-clear on his boyfriend’s issue as a go ahead to vent his own drama. “Am I the only Aiden who isn’t just a complete asshole??”

“I mean, you’re kinda an asshole sometimes too,” Sophia says, idly chewing a nail.

“Not helpful, Soph,” Scott scolds gently. She shrugs.

“Wasn’t trying to be.”

“Let’s start a pack, you said,” Tyler growls, glaring daggers at his co-alpha. Scott smirks back without remorse. “It’ll be good for us, you said. There’s probably lots of other teen wolves in the same boat as us, you said. Shouldn’t we help them, you said.”

“I did say all that,” Scott agrees. He saunters off, you know, like an asshole.

Two weeks later they’re not far from LA. The vampire has his soul this week and everyone wants to go celeb-watching at the demon dude’s karaoke night. Luke knows a guy who can get them in, apparently. They stop to help a hitchhiking teenage werewolf in trouble because like, Scott has a sixth sense for that shit.

“So what’s your name?” Tyler asks the kid.

“Derek Hale,” he says, and Tyler squints. Why does that name sound familiar. Next to him, Scott hisses like an angry cat. Oh. Right. That.

“You’re not Derek Hale,” Scott accuses, and the kid bristles right back at him. Tyler watches, bemused. Was this a Beacon Hills thing? Or did all of them look like that when having like....what was this, a territorial pissing match? Angsty backstory showdown? What was even happening here, exactly?

“I think I would know, dickface.”

“Look, I’ve met Derek Hale, and he’s like, twenty five, and an asshole,” Scott says. “You can’t be Derek Hale, because you’re like, fifteen, and adorable.”

“Fuck you, I’m seventeen, and fuck you more, I’m not adorable, I will fucking rip your throat out with my teeth, dickface.”

“See? I’m supposed to be quaking in my shoes right now but all I wanna do is pat you on the head and hug you and feed you, because that was adorable,” Scott says, pointing at him. “Ergo, you can’t be Derek Hale, because all I ever wanted to do to that dude was kick him in the nuts for being an asshole who’s all like breaking into my house to tell me we’re brothers now or whatever the fuck that was all about, and then breaking my arm and trashing my phone two seconds later.”

The kid goes quiet. Squints at him. “Wait. Is your name Scott McCall?”

Scott frowns deeper and folds his arms across his chest, shifting awkwardly. He has trouble maintaining his like, Righteous Ire even when he’s definitely in the right, and adorable kid being adorable and no longer even aggressive was making his temper go bye-bye. Ugh, rude. Scotty Rage was hot, and all too rare. Tyler officially hated this kid. Why does he never get to have nice things?

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

The kid fidgets, sullen. “Heard about you. I told you, I am Derek Hale. I just got like, magically de-aged by my pedo ex-girlfriend who’s now even more pedo and creepier and like...whatever, I don’t even know what the fuck that was all about but like yeah. Apparently older me was a huge douchebag and your name came up as proof of his douchebaggery and I booked it awhile ago because like, nobody could figure out how to turn me back and I figured if I gotta be seventeen again at least I’m gonna be seventeen somewhere where people don’t all think I’m a douchebag because of what older not!me Derek the Dickhead did. You know?”

“Not even a little bit,” Tyler says.

“Kinda,” Scott says. He gnaws his lip. “That sucks. Well. You hungry? We were about to go get some dinner. Wanna come with?”

Derek the Littler Dick stares at him before shooting Tyler an incredulous glance. “Is he for real?”

“Unfortunately,” Tyler deadpans. Scott frowns defensively.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Dude, you just hated me like ten whole seconds ago.”

“I didn’t know who you were ten seconds ago,” Scott shrugs, as though that explains everything. Problem is, in his head it probably did. Freak, Tyler thinks affectionately.

“Yeah but now you do know who I am and now you know I’m someone you hate? So....?”

“No, you used to be someone I hate,” Scott explains slowly, as if to a small child. “You said it yourself, you’re not really him. Besides, I decided I’m over it anyway.”

“You decided you’re....over it. Anyway.” LDD repeats, breaking it down slowly. As if to a small child. Oh, this is going to be amazing, isn’t it. The other half of Tyler’s future home entertainment gifts him with another incredulous look, like, are you sure this guy is for real? Tyler nods in confirmation.

“He’s just...like that. It’s so weird.”

“Fine,” Derek huffs at last, over aggressively because why stray from a theme, yeah? “But this better not be some fucked up elaborate revenge plan for older me being a dick or like...”

“You’ll rip my throat out with your teeth,” Scott says dryly. The kid sulks.

“Well of course it sounds lame when you say it like that.”

“You still have baby fat,” Scott tells him. Derek shifts into an enraged were-porcupine.

“I so the fuck do not!”

“You have like, chubby little baby werewolf chipmunk cheeks.”

“Asshole!”

“I know you are but what am I?”

“That’s so stupid! You’re so stupid! What are you, twelve?”

“No, that’s you. Look in a mirror, short stuff.”

“Oh god,” Tyler despairs, staring after the two of them walking off towards the rest of the pack. “They’re brothers now.”

#kalen writes crack fic sometimes #look i dont know what this is #i just know it was in my brain #so now its here

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gamerwoo · 4 years

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[The Pack Next Door] Wooyoung: Sorry Not Sorry (Part One)

(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki)

Characters: Wooyoung x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, brother’s best friend au, not really fluffy but there’s no angst until the very end

Word count: 1,788

Summary: Everyone knows that werewolves can’t control who they imprint on, no matter what they think their preferences might be. But despite that, Jongho can’t help but absolutely loathe Wooyoung because the older boy went and imprinted on his older sister.

a/n: reader is obviously written to be older than jongho so if you dont like that bc it doesn’t apply to you, im sorry but oh well. also i don’t have any sort of update schedule so updates are gonna be way slower than they were for mingi’s lmao

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For a long time, Wooyoung was just your younger brother’s annoying friend. You were three years older than Jongho, so while you weren’t too far apart in age, you were just far enough that while growing up, you found your younger brother and his best friend absolutely annoying and obnoxious. And it seemed to be one of Wooyoung’s favorite activities was annoying you or pranking you with your brother.

Eventually, the three of you were grown-up enough that Jongho and Wooyoung didn’t bother you as often. You both were still in school -- you in high school while the pair was just starting middle since Wooyoung ended up staying back a year in grade school -- and while you did often see Wooyoung around your house during afternoons and weekends, his presence didn’t annoying you nearly as much as it used to.

It wasn’t until Jongho was 15 and Wooyoung was 16 that you realized just how accustomed you’d gotten to having Wooyoung around, because you stopped seeing him. He was no longer on the couch with your brother, yelling at the video games they’d play on the TV after school. You no longer walked into the kitchen to see him rummaging through your fridge like he was in his own house. Wooyoung just...stopped coming around.

And Jongho was noticeably sadder, too.

“What happened to Jung Wooyoung?” you had asked him after about a week of no sign of your brother’s best friend.

Jongho sighed, looking more depressed than ever after hearing you mention his best friend since childhood, “He was sent away.”

“Sent away?” you repeated with furrowed brows. “Where? Why?”

“His parents said they sent him away to an all-boys school because he was acting out,” he explained.

Maybe Wooyoung acted differently at his own home than he did at your house, but you didn’t think the younger boy acted out at all. Maybe when he was a child, but he’d been fine the last 5-ish years. It didn’t make sense to you, but then again, you didn’t know Wooyoung very well.

However, you didn’t know it, but you were right. Wooyoung hadn’t been acting out at all. His parents wouldn’t tell anybody, but they’d actually kicked Wooyoung out of their home and sent him away to live with his uncle whom they’d disowned from their family because he was a werewolf.

And so was Wooyoung.

Wooyoung had gone missing for about three of those days that he wasn’t around your house. It was something most teenagers who first shifted would do, unsure what else to do after becoming a giant wolf. His parents had a feeling what had happened since his father had seen it happen with his brother. When Wooyoung had eventually returned, his parents confronted him about what happened, and the poor boy was immediately shunned and sent away. But when Jongho went to ask, they lied and said he went to a different school far away now.

Jongho was sure without any type of contact with his best friend, he’d never see Wooyoung again.

But you never thought much of him again. Jongho did eventually make new friends, and while he didn’t talk about him often anymore, he did think of Wooyoung every now and then, recalling the good times they had and wondering what he was doing with his new life. But you carried on with your life, eventually going off to college and only seeing Jongho when you went back home to visit.

There was one instance where Jongho had come to you at your apartment, though. He was sweaty and out of breath, seeming panicked. His eyes were a scary crimson that had you gasping and stepping back from him, unsure why they looked like that. But he kept saying he didn’t know where to go or what to do.

That was when you found out Jongho was a werewolf. You weren’t sure what to do with that information, either, but you helped him go to your parents with the information. Your mother had said her great grandfather was one, but they weren’t sure if anyone else in their family would get what they expected to be the werewolf gene. But thankfully, they were accepting and went to your grandmother for some help and advice.

During his time in college, Jongho had found some new friends that he started living off campus with. They seemed to make him happy, and he spoke about them like they were family. He had confirmed they were his pack, and you were happy that he managed to find them. You thought it was sweet that your brother had new friends in college that he cared about and who seemed to care about him, as well.

“Oh, and hey, do you remember Jung Wooyoung?” Jongho asked while he was first gushing about his friends.

“That little twerp you were friends with since forever?” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Well, he's in it too! He lives with them!”

Your eyebrows raised in surprised, “Wow. It’s been years since you’ve seen him.”

“I know!”

“It’s like you two were meant to be brothers this whole time,” you told him with a laugh. “That’s kind of crazy. Fate’s really amazing, huh...”

“You should come visit sometime. I think you’ll really like the guys. Hongjoong’s really cool, and Yunho’s pretty goofy but he’s sweet. San’s kinda flirty but he’s really nice and stuff when you get to know him. I think you’ll get along well with Seonghwa and Yeosang, honestly.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because you were always no fun growing up,” he teased.

But you did eventually go visit your brother. It had been a little while since you’d seen him anyway, so you figured why not. Besides, he seemed really excited about his pack and especially getting to reconnect with his childhood best friend. Honestly, you were a little bit curious to see how Wooyoung grew up.

What you didn’t expect when you arrived was to see Jung Wooyoung for the first time since you were in high school, and see him as so much more than just your little brother’s annoying friend.

Jung Wooyoung had grown up to be more handsome than you could’ve even imagined if you’d ever bothered to remember him. As soon as your eyes landed on him as he walked out the door to catch up with the pack while your brother excitedly greeted you from the driveway, you felt a massive crush on him hit you. And if this was what your grandmother had told you, Jongho, and your parents about, this was something more serious than just a human crush.

For Wooyoung, his entire world stopped. All he saw was you in his vision, everyone and everything else falling away. His heart was beating out of his chest, his palms suddenly felt clammy, and he had the strong urge to run right up to you and just wrap you up in his arms.

He had imprinted on his childhood best friend’s sister.

Thankfully, with Jongho’s excitement to introduce you to the pack, he hadn’t picked up on that. However, the same couldn’t be said for the pack. Seonghwa easily noticed, Hongjoong had a very strong suspicion, and Yeosang thought it was so painfully obvious that he couldn’t believe that Jongho didn’t realize when he had re-introduced the two of you and you finally had to properly acknowledge each other.

Yunho was the only one who didn’t notice, thinking that was just how Wooyoung was. He was very flirty with, well, just about anybody. So the older boy didn’t have reason to think anything of it.

But it was silently decided that nobody would tell Jongho about it. Neither you nor Wooyoung knew how to tell him. Jongho had become very protective of you ever since becoming a werewolf, so not only were you afraid of possibly upsetting him, but Wooyoung definitely was. Not only was Jongho his brother now, but they had been best friends since they could remember, and they had finally reuinted. He didn’t want to ruin their relationship, and neither did you. And since neither of you ever said anything, the rest of the pack knew it wasn’t their place.

Eventually, another werewolf came into the picture: Song Mingi. He was tall, a little awkward, but very sweet and funny. He had imprinted on his best friend, Aera, who he hadn’t told yet and insisted everyone associated with the pack never speak of it to her -- that included you. You weren’t at the pack house often -- Wooyoung would simply sneak out to visit you at your apartment because that was way easier -- but you were glad that Mingi’s situation overshadowed your own. The less attention on you and Wooyoung, the better.

Until Mingi ended up telling Aera, and then someone had to go and open their big, stupid mouth and ruin everything for you.

Jongho had invited you over for dinner to sort of ‘celebrate’ Mingi finally telling Aera after however many years that she was his mate. They, like Jongho and Wooyoung, had grown up together and were best friends throughout their whole lives. You were shocked Mingi managed to keep his secret for so long, but you were happy for him that he finally told her. Besides, Aera was always so laid back and relaxed. You figured she’d be fine with the whole situation.

“I still can’t believe you made a mistake that stupid,” you chuckled as the pack launched joke after joke toward Mingi’s lapse of thought which caused Aera to find out. “Even I know to be more careful than that.”

“Yeah, but you have family that’ve been telling you about werewolves since Jongho was in high school,” Mingi pouted. “My parents still don’t even know.”

“Guess they’re next on the list of people to tell,” Yeosang joked lightly, knowing Mingi was getting a little grumpy from all the teasing.

Yunho snorted before laughing, “Where are Wooyoung and _____ on that list?”

However, the joke that was meant to lighten the mood only made it worse. The air seemed to thicken almost immediately as everyone but the oblivious werewolf froze, eyes unsure if they wanted to look at you, Wooyoung, Jongho, or just continue staring at the table. It was so silent after Yunho’s laughter turned awkward and then quickly died down that even you could’ve heard a pin drop from outside. But after what felt like an eternity of just dead silence, something finally broke it that made you wish you’d continued to just sit in the quiet.

“What?” Jongho asked sharply.

From the end of the table, you heard Mingi mumble, “What was that about stupid mistakes?”

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thelastspeecher · 6 years

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Not too good at suggestions, but how about for the werepire au we take a look at Stan and Angie getting along when they first met, and maybe them confessing to each other that they aren't human?

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You want it, you got it. Enjoy some Stan and Angie initial interactions.

Word count: 1352

Stan tossed the clothes he’dstolen from Walmart at Angie.

“Here,” he grunted.

“Thank you,” Angie said quietly. Stan looked over at her. When he’d woken up this afternoon, only tosee that the wolf he’d found last night had turned into a nude woman, he’d beenfrustrated beyond belief. It didn’t helpthat she only remembered her first name. He’d hoped that she was a vampire like him. Maybe someone that he could commiserate with. But she wasn’t.

Angie, wrapped up in a blanket,looked through the clothes, her cheeks flushed a slight pink. A few strands of caramel-colored hair dangledin front of her face. She tucked thehair behind her ear. Stan looked away,suddenly realizing he was staring.

“So,” Stan said. He cleared his throat. “Did, uh, did you remember where you’re from?”

“No.” Stan could practically feel the anxietycoming off Angie in waves. “I don’tremember a thing.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah.” Angie sighed heavily. “I’m- I’m not sure what to do now.” Stan clenched his hands into fists.

Don’t do it, Stan. Don’t. She’s a grown woman. She can take care of herself. She doesn’t need help from a homeless vampire.

“I guess I’ll- uh, maybe I’ll tryto take a bus somewhere,” Angie continued. “Not- not sure where. Arkansas? California?”

“One of those is a good option,the other one isn’t,” Stan said. “Why thehell would anyone wanna go to Arkansas?”

“…I don’t know,” Angie whispered. She sniffed loudly. “Than- thank you fer- fer yer help. I ‘ppreciate it.” Her voice was choked up. She was clearly struggling to hold backtears. Stan sighed.

Fuckit.

“Look.” Stan took a seat on the grimy motel bed. Angie looked at him, a few stray tearsshining on her cheeks. “If- if you wannago going, try to figure stuff out, you can. But…” Stan grimaced. “You can come with me, if you want.”

“I’d- I’d hate to impose,” Angiesaid quietly. She twisted the blanket inher hands.

“I’m not gonna try to convinceyou that it’s fine,” Stan said. “Ialready told you.” After a moment, Angienodded.

“If- if yer fine with that, I’ll-I’d like to- to come with ya.”

“Okay.” Stan got up. “Get dressed, then. We’ve gottabounce tonight.”

“Isn’t checkout usually in themornin’?” Angie asked, confused.

“Yeah. We’re leaving before checkout.”

“Why?”

“One word, toots,” Stan said. “Money.” Angie frowned. “If you’re notcomfortable with stealing things or breaking the law, you’re not gonna enjoycoming with me. I’m pretty much alwaysrunning from cops.” Angie chewed her lip.

“Beats wanderin’ ‘round thecountryside without any protection,” she said finally. “And on the bright side, if I get hauled infer bein’ an accomplice, the police might be able to figure out who I am.” Stan raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. But they’re never gonna catch us. I’m pretty damn good.”

“Guess I’ll have to find out whoI am some other way, then,” Angie said with a shrug. A slow smile began to spread across Stan’sface.

“You’re a tough one, huh.”

“Tough as nails and twice assharp,” Angie said. She winked. Stan’s grin broadened.

“Yeah? Maybe you can prove it when we’re on theroad.” He nodded at the clothes she wasstill holding. “Get dressed. We can grab somethin’ to eat on our way outtatown.”

—–

A month later

“So that’s why when I met you,you were a giant wolf,” Stan said. Hehanded Angie a protein bar. Sitting onthe hood of the car, wrapped in the blanket Stan had stolen from the motel they’dstayed in a few weeks ago, Angie frowned.

“Yer tryin’ to tell me I’m…awerewolf? I don’t remember much ‘boutmyself, Stan, but I think I’d know if I was a werewolf.”

“Look, I saw it, okay? We were outside, I was taking a smoke break,you were trying to find constellations or whatever-”

“I remember that part,” Angiesaid, nodding. “You made fun of me, butthen I found Gemini and you got all sad.”

“I wasn’t sad,” Stan scoffed.

“Uh, yeah, ya were,” Angieretorted. Stan glared at her.

“Sometimes I wonder why I let youstick around with me.”

“I’m amazing at standin’ guardwhile ya break the law,” Angie said.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Stan leaned against the car, next to Angie. “Like I was saying, you were talking aboutstars. And then you stoppedmid-sentence. I looked at you, and youstarted growing fur all over. Next thingI knew, you were a huge-ass wolf.”

“But…werewolves aren’t real,”Angie said slowly. Stan rolled his eyes.

“That’s what people say aboutvampires. And you know I’m one of those.” Stan grinned at her, showing off his largefangs.

“That’s true.” Angie pulled the blanket closer. “I- I s’ppose it’d make sense, since I’ve gota scar that looks like a dog bit me. Butwhy can’t I remember a time before bein’ a werewolf?”

“Maybe it short-circuited yourbrain or something,” Stan suggested. He shrugged. “When I got turned, it fucked me over. I was delirious for three days straight.”

“Great,” Angie muttered. She rubbed her face. “I wonder if- if I even told my fam’ly that Igot bitten by a wolf or dog or whatever I thought it was. Y’know, before I disappeared.”

“Dunno.”

“My fam’ly…” Angie saidquietly. Stan eyed her. The first few days on the road, Angie hadbeen crying near constantly, to the point that Stan seriously considered leavingher at a gas station. The number one reasonfor her tears: the fact that she couldn’t remember her family, but also couldn’tshake the feeling that they were important to her.

Can’t really relate to that. Notanymore. Stan took a breath. No, Stan. Stop being a dick. Angie’s been great, especially for a homelessamnesiac werewolf. Try to comfort her. She’s dealing with a lot.

“I…I get it,” Stan managed. Angie looked at him. “I, um, I have a twin brother. His name’s Stanford.”

“…Stanley and Stanford?”

“Yeah. Pops wasn’t a very imaginative guy.” Stan shoved his hands in his pockets. “Ford and I had a falling out a while back,when we were still in high school. Thingswent south fast, I got kicked outta the house, spiraled, got turned into avampire, and then found you in the woods. I don’t- I don’t really think about my family being worried about me thatmuch anymore. But if I was still onspeaking terms with Ford…” Stansighed. “I’d be upset, knowing that hehad no clue where I was.”

“Why did ya have a fallin’ out?”Angie asked quietly.

“I’m not gonna get into it rightnow. It’s a long story. And we barely know each other.”

“I don’t know if I’d say that. We’ve been livin’ together fer a month.”

“Still.”

“Hmm.” Angie looked down at the unopened protein barstill in her hands. “This is my fav’riteflavor.”

“Yeah. I remembered from last time,” Stan said. Angie grinned. “It’s not like I- I went outta my way to getyou the flavor you like or whatever. Thatone was on sale.” Angie let out a barkof laughter. Stan stared at her.

I think that’s the first time I’ve heard her laugh. A smile forced its way onto his face. I kindalike it. It’s weird, like she is.

“Yer quite the character, Stan,”Angie said. “Never thought I’d meet avampire who cared so much about people, but felt like he had to hide it all thetime.” She paused. “Never thought I’d meet a vampire, period.”

“Yeah, well.” Stan shrugged. “I aim to impress.” Angie leaned over. She planted a small kiss on his cheek.

“You succeed.” She slid off the hood of the car, leaving theblanket and protein bar behind. “I’mgoin’ to use the bathroom real quick ‘fore we head out.” Angie strolled into the gas station, humming. Stan watched her leave. The heat from the kiss spread throughout hisface.

It was the warmest he’d felt inyears.

#it took me a surprisingly short time to type this up #maybe today I can post TWO ficlets #I did get another suggestion for a Werepire ficlet and I really wanna do that one too so....#but yeah this was fun to write. love writing early Stangie.#Werepire Stangie AU #Stangie #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #my writing #ficlet #NaNoWriMo 18 #ask #bluestuffeh

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faejilly · 7 years

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Ella & Joker / Shadowhunters AU, Cinders AU

Oh, everything is Shadowhunters right now darling, you know that [au otp meme here] (Also this kinda turned into fic instead of not!fic? Kinda? Whoops. Sorry not sorry.) edit: WTF tumblr, you ate a chunk of my post/formatting! ANYWAYS! This would have a terribly terribly cheesy title like, idk, where angels fear to tread or something because I am a horrible dork.

But wouldn’t Ella be such a good Shadowhunter? Rules and regulation and duty, family honor and way too much black leather… she’s home. She’s home where there are clear expectations, and if everyone follows the rules than everyone’s safe, and if they’re not safe she will make them safe, because they’re the good guys they fight demons of course they’re heroes.

(It’s okay to like fighting when it’s demons, it’s okay to like killing when it’s demons, it’s okay if the only time you feel alive is when the adamas flares and there’s the taste of sulphur in the back of your throat and ichor burns right before you wash it off your skin, it’s okay, it’s okay, she’s okay, she’s a fucking Shadowhunter everything is fine.)

Downworlders hiss and snarl at her when she smiles, but if they didn’t do anything wrong there would be nothing to be afraid of, just follow the rules, if you follow the rules you’re safe, I’ll keep you safe, so of course she knows that the Downworlders are always up to something.

Demon blood will out.

Everyone knows that.

Until the day she catches an injured shax demon trying to grab a child, and the child is so brave, brave as a Shadowhunter, snarling as she ducks away and Ella grins as she steps up to slide her blade between its scales and she turns to the girl, to congratulate, to check if she’s injured, to help, and the girl’s tail lashes and she flinches back and she’s afraid, so much more afraid of Ella than she was of being killed by a demon, of being dragged away by a shax to get eggs laid inside her. It’s a horrible death, and she could face it with teeth bared and eyes wide open; a Shadowhunter saving her life is too much to face.

Ella’s blade slips from her hand and she feels like that one clean slice between the shax’s scales had been between her own ribs, and it burns, and she can’t, she can’t, she makes herself step back, once, twice, and the girl darts away too quickly to be followed.

She stands there for ages, it feels like hours, days, before she can make herself pick her blade back up again. She doesn’t know what to do next.

She can’t go back to the Institute, not back to where everyone thinks the same way she did; was it only half an hour ago?

So she finds a bar. The bar. The Hunter’s Moon.

This is a terrible coping mechanism self, Shadowhunters do not go get wasted in Downworlder bars.

But she can’t very well go to a mundane bar, not tonight, not when she’s this on edge, not when she can feel the edges of her runes against her skin, not when she keeps having to count her breath to stop herself from gripping the hilt of her seraph blade.

She’d probably stab some poor slob for trying to flirt with her.

And Shadowhunters would never admit that they need to relax; no bars on Institute grounds. No wonder so many of her people end up fucking Seelies to feel better. Aren’t a lot of other options they’re allowed, are there? For the first time she wonders what the Seelies think of Shadowhunters and that particular… proclivity.

But she doesn’t want to feel better.

She kinda doesn’t want to feel anything at all.

Thus, booze.

But she walks in and almost turns around in the doorway because Joker’s there. Everyone knows Joker. Nephilim born, but even with layers of runes his body’s too fragile to train, to fight, too human to be a Shadowhunter, too deep into the Downworld to be mundane.

But he’s at The Hunter’s Moon a lot, isn’t he? He spends more time with the werewolves and warlocks and vampires than his own kind, and she used to think that with a sneer on her face, but now she feels a glimmer of hope, a hint of her faith returning, because if he can do it? If the Downworld doesn’t hate him despite his blood, maybe, maybe? She doesn’t even know what she’s hoping for, but she walks up to him anyways, asks if the stool beside him is free. He makes such a face at her, lifted brows and a tight twist to his mouth, but when she doesn’t say anything else, no insults, no laugh, he tilts his head, and his expression eases, and he shrugs. And she still has no fucking clue what she’s doing but thank the fucking Angel and she sighs as she sits, and she lets her head fall, forehead landing on arms crossed on the bar and her breath clouding the fake wood in front of her face, and she just listens, listens to werewolf jokes and Seelie songs and the click of the balls at the pool table and relaxes to the distinctive shiver of warlock magic in the air.

#evilsapphyre #jilly answers #ella shepard #otp: i got you babe #au otp memery #everything is fucking #shadowhunters #sh au fic feels

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actual-cryptid-leshy · 7 years

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They is my Family

Most who look at Jeremy see a timid boy. They see his hunched shoulders, his fidgeting hands, his nervous smiles, and listen to the stutter in his voice. And they draw their conclusions. To some degree they are true, but Jeremy is so much beyond that. He is surrounded by strong people, friends who are strong in all the ways that count. But he’s strong too.

AKA the Hunters AU I wrote instead of writing all the other things I'm supposed to be writing

Title is from the song They is my family by mother mother (t's a good song)

Word count: 5.7k

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‘’Run!’’ Rich yells, and Jake doesn’t see a point in not obeying that particular command. The two boys set off at a breakneck pace, dodging branches and roots alike as they barrel trough the dark forest. The only thing lighting their way is the full moon, unfortunately that’s also part of the reason why they have to run in the first place. ‘’Fucking werewolves!’’ Jake screams, listening to the large creature bounding after them, snarling and snapping its huge jaw. It’s fast. They’re always so fucking fast. ‘’Shouldn’t have loaded up with iron bullets!’’ Rich hollers back, too much glee in his voice, but Jake has known him long enough to know that the glee is a side effect of the adrenaline and the building panic. And so is the manic laughter and whooping as Rich deftly weaves between obstacles. There’s a clearing up ahead, seemingly empty, awash in silvery moonlight. ‘’Almost there almost there almost there.’’ Jake chants under his breath, panting and praying, feeling his heart beat in his throat and in his ears alike. The two of the burst trough the bushes surrounding the perimeter of the clearing, not even two seconds later the hulking beast comes crashing trough after them. It’s larger than it had looked amongst the trees. Dwarfed by the thick trunks and the heavy canopy, out in the open it could rival a moose. Jake has seen a moose up close. Never again. The werewolf is hot on their heels when a voice rings out across the clearing. ‘’Dive!’’ The boys do just that. Throwing themselves out of the concealed ring of mountain ash, a pervasively unnoticed figure quickly seals it, and the werewolf is trapped. ‘’Holy fuck.’’ Rich wheezes out, visibly deflating as he tried to catch his breath. The adrenaline is quickly having his system, same goes for Jake. ‘’You said it. I hate being bait.’’ he voices his complain, glancing at the hooded figure as she gets to her feet. ‘’That’s what you get for being the fastest people in the group.’’ Christine says with far too much cheer in her voice. ‘’That’s easy for you to say, you’re not werewolf chow on the reg.’’ Rich says as he gets to his feet. ‘’Stop your whining, you know we have back up plans.’’ Chloe says, stepping out of the forest, Brooke hot on her heels. ‘’Yeah, it’s not like we’d actually let it come near you.’’ she says from behind Chloes shoulder. Jake heaves a sigh as he struggles to his feet as well. His legs feel like jelly. ‘’Let’s just fix this mess and bounce already.’’ he pleads, examining a scrape on his arm. It’s not terribly deep, but it’s bleeding a little. Christine opens her book, stepping closer to the circle. ‘’ULFR, BROTT. GUMI, SITJA.’’ her voice echoes across the clearing, her outstretched hand radiates a light so bright it could rival the sun. The ring of mountain ash flares, a barrier rising and rising until it’s formed a dome around the wolf inside. The werewolf who is currently circling the perimeter, looking for any possible way out. Then the dome starts to shrink. The werewolf backs away, or tries to, it’s not a terribly large dome to begin with. The glowing forcefield shrinks and shrinks and shrinks until it fits itself snugly around the form of the creature. And then it keeps going, sinking beneath the surface. The hair starts receding, bones crack and reform as the human shape takes over from the wolf. Soon there is only a man laying prone in the clearing. A small glowing orb rises from his chest, a swirling black void inside, it floats gently as if on a breeze to the outstretched hand of Christine. She grabs it, the light dims. ‘’Let’s get out of here.’’ she says, and they’re all quick to comply.

The walk trough the forest is a quiet affair, aside from the odd twig snapping under a boot here and there. And the occasional rustle. It’s a forest at the dead of night during a full moon, it’s kinda creepy. Also they’ve far overstated their welcome. They make it to the road where the van is waiting, the side door sliding open to reveal Michael. ‘’I’m assuming it all went well, seeing as you’re all in one piece and not in a hurry.’’ he says, clambering back to sit shot gun as they all pile aboard. ‘’Shut your smart ass mouth.’’ Rich says. ‘’You sound tired.’’ Michael replies. ‘’It’s like 3am, what did you expect?’’ Jake argues, settling into his seat and fighting the siren call of sleep himself, now that he’s not on his feet, on something soft, and in a relatively warm car. ‘’Nothing less to be honest.’’ Michael says, glancing in the rear view mirror to make sure they’ve all put their seat belts on. ‘’Seatbelt, Christine.’’ he reminds her. ‘’Oh yeah, sorry.’’ She says quickly, buckling in with the hand not holding the orb of lycanthropy. ‘’We’re good to go.’’ Michael says, turning to his left, reaching out a hand and shaking Jeremy awake. Jeremy stretches in his seat, blinking his eyes against the light of the car interior. ‘’Everyone aboard?’’ he asks. ‘’Yes.’’ a chorus of six voices fill his ears. He yawns once, rubs his eyes and places his hands on the wheel. ‘’Let’s go.’’ he says, turning the key. As soon as the car roars to life the speakers begin emitting a soft melody. Michael hums along from his seat, laptop open and lighting up his face. The blue reflecting on his glasses. ‘’Could you text Jenna and tell her we’re on our way?’’ Jeremy asks him, and Michael nods, pulling out his phone.

To: Jen No missing limbs, headed back now.

From: Jen I’ve got food

To: Jen Ur a real live angel

From: Jen U know damn well i’m not, nerd

To: JenHey! I am a Geek n u kno it

He gets no further response. ‘’Jenna’s got food.’’ he says out loud. Rich lets out a rather impressive snore. ‘’Fucking bless.’’ Jake says, eyes closed and head resting against the window. Brooke is asleep on Chloes shoulder, and Christine is cradling the orb in her hands, focusing on draining it into a more stable container.

It’s closer to 5am as Jeremy pulls the van into the parking lot of the motel they’ve been crashing at for the past week. ‘’We’re here!’’ he says loudly enough to rouse the rest of the passengers from their slumber. All except Rich. Jake shakes his shoulder. ‘’I’m awake, fucking stop.’’ Rich mumbles after the third shake, and Jake chuckles. ‘’Food.’’ he says, and then Rich is up and trying to get out of his seat before he’s removed the seatbelt. Everyone practically falls out of the car. Jeremy is the last one to hop out, locking the car behind him and trying to herd the small group of half dead people into the building. It’s not the first time he’s had to do this, and won’t be the last. Michael is clutching his laptop to his chest, Christine now has a vice grip on a small metal vial. Jeremy snuggles further into the huge hoodie he’s wearing, hunching his shoulders against the morning chill. The person behind the desk doesn’t look surprised to see them stumble in at 5:16 am, but then again this is what they’re been doing for the past four days or so. The novelty probably wore off. He pats himself on the back for getting rooms on the first floor as he pulls out the key card to one, opening the door and finding Jenna sat at the small table by the window, takeout boxes stacked like the most inviting thing he’s ever seen. She looks up form her phone, smiles at them. ‘’Dig in.’’ is all she has to say. They each grab a random container, switching and sampling from each other as the contents of each are revealed. Jeremy has grabbed some sort of fried rice, and tucks in happily. He’s sitting on the floor, back against one of the slightly lumpy beds. Michael sits down next to him. His container is full of noodles and beef. Jeremy fiches out the first piece of carrot he spots, and Michael starts eating the pieces of bell pepper he sees in Jeremys dish. Brooke has taken the only other chair at the table, leaving Christine to also sit on the floor, while Chloe, Jake, and Rich sit on the beds. ‘’If you spill any in my bed I’m skinning you alive.’’ Jenna says to them, not even looking up from her phone as she eats her dumplings. Jake and Rich slow down a little, but what they’re currently doing can still be classified as inhaling their food. ‘’You leave the dude in the forest again?’’ Jenna asks Christine, who swallows her mouthful of soup before answering. ‘’Yeah, he’ll be safe inside the barrier until he wakes up, probably won’t have any memories of what happened either, he was turned recently so it let go of him pretty easily.’’ she says, then takes another huge gulp of soup. ‘’I think they’re headed further north, but I still can’t really pinpoint exactly where they’re going. If they’re going anywhere specific at all.’’ Jenna sighs, putting her phone down. ‘’If we keep following them we’ll catch up eventually, we’ve been getting closer and closer this past month or so.’’ Jeremy reasons, holding his container closer to Michael as he tries to find the rest of the bell pepper slices. ‘’The sooner we catch them the better. They’ve only been trouble from the start.’’ Chloe says from her perch on her bed, irritation clear in her voice. ‘’We still don’t know exactly who is in their group, they could have powerful witches on their side, or worse.’’ Brooke adds, gesturing with the wooden chopsticks. ‘’But we have you three.’’ Rich says, mouth stuffed with rice, gesturing to Brooke, Chloe, and Christine. ‘’We might be witches, and we might be powerful, but sometimes sheer number is enough to get the upper hand.’’ Christine tells him before throwing her head back and downing the rest of her soup. ‘’Still, I think our chances are pretty good, they haven’t been able to expand their group any further since we started following them.’’ Jeremy says, swallowing down the rest of his rice, grabbing his and Michaels empty containers to throw them out. He grabs Christines as he passes her as well. ‘’Not that we know of.’’ Jenna adds, ever the voice of reason. ‘’Yeah yeah, we’re gonna have to fight these guys eventually, and we can’t do that if we’re all sleep deprived. Bed time.’’ Michael says as he struggles to his feet. Jake and Rich get off of the bed they’re sitting on, throwing their containers in the trash as well as the boys head for the door. ‘’It’ll take us about five hours to get to the next town, and they’ve already got a head start, so we should leave not too long after noon.’’ Jenna tells Jeremy, who nods on his way out. ‘’Sleep well.’’ he tells the girls as he closes the door behind them. ‘’Have you got the keycard?’’ Jake asks him, and Jeremy nods, fishing around in the pocket of his hoodie. His hand closes around the smooth plastic surface, and he pulls it out and unlocked the door. ‘’Beeeeeeeed.’’ Rich sighs, pulling off items of clothing and dropping them on the floor as he beelines for his bed, falling face first into it in only his boxers. He shuffles around until he’s under the covers and is out cold before the others can scold him about his bad habits. Jake chuckles, heading for the bathroom himself. Jeremy takes the opportunity to pull off his hoodie and sports bra, slipping on an oversized t-shirt, ‘’I demand cuddles.’’ Michael says from behind him. He’s already gotten rid of his own hoodie and jeans, now wearing pajama pants with stars and a t-shirt with an alien head and the text ‘Humans Aren’t Real’. Jeremy cracks a smile. ‘’Sure.’’ he says. Michael takes off his glasses and climbs into the motel bed, clearly only meant for one person, and lifts the cover to indicate that Jeremy should climb in beside him. Jeremy quickly shucks his jeans, listening to the running water from the bathroom, and gets in. His legs tangle with Michaels immediately. Michaels arms pull him to his chest, and he snuggles in close. Michael kisses the top of his head, and murmurs into his hair, ‘’Love you Miah.’’ his breaths are coming slower, and Jeremy knows he’ll be asleep soon. He can feel that he won’t be awake for much longer himself. He feels warm and safe in Michaels embrace. ‘’Love you too Mikey.’’ he whispers, closes his eyes. The last thing he catches is the bathroom door opening, closing, the lights being turned off.

It’s ten past noon when the buzzing of a phone wakes him again. The sun is high in the sky, casting golden light in trough the grimy window of the motel. Jeremy is warm and cozy, wrapped up in the blanket and with his boyfriends limbs caging him in. The buzzing doesn’t stop. He sits up reluctantly, snatching the phone from the nightstand. Michael groans, burying his face in the pillow to get away from the light. Jeremy smiles down at him fondly.

From: Chrissy WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY

To: Chrissy It’s like noon breakfast time is long gone

From: Chrissy The sentiment still stands. R u guys awake?

To: Chrissy I am, I’ll wake the others Rendezvous in 30?

From: Chrissy Deal

He sighs, lamenting the fact that he won’t get any more sleep until they’re in the next shitty motel, and get out of bed. ‘’Jeremyyyyyyyyy.’’ Michael whines from the bed. ‘’Rise and shine, buttercup.’’ he replies, smirking as Michael just keeps groaning at the stupid nickname. ‘’Don’t wanna.’’ he says, once the groaning has run it’s course. ‘’We’ve got 30 minutes to pack and get to the front desk.’’ Jeremy informs him. That gets a reaction. ‘’Dibs on the shower!’’ Michael yells, already out of bed and running for the bathroom. ‘’Hey!’’ Jeremy yells, trying to beat him to it, but not making it that far. The door slams shut in his face, and he can hear Michael cackling behind the thin door. ‘’You ass.’’ Jeremy says, smiling. He heads back to the bed, lifting his duffle bag up from the floor so he can properly rifle trough it. ‘’Can you lovebirds keep it down?’’ Jake says from his bed, voice raspy from sleep. ‘’Nope.’’ Jeremy replies, with far too much cheer in his voice. Jake only grunts in reply, pulling th blanket over his head. ‘’We’ve gotta be out of here in 30, I suggest you get up.’’ Jeremy tells the Jake shaped lump under the blanket. He gets another groan, but Jake does get out of bed. Kinda. He sits up, puts his feet on the floor. Then just stares out into the empty room trough half lidded eyes. He kicks a leg out, knocking it into the bed next to his, coincidentally containing Rich. ‘’Dude. Wake up.’’ he says, and the Rich formed lump grumbles before lifting itself up. The blanket falls away to reveal a truly awful case of bedhead. Which is usually the case for Rich. ‘’Shower?’’ he asks. ‘’Michaels in the shower, I’ll wake you up once he gets out.’’ Jeremy says, and Rich collapses back down onto the mattress, burying his face as far into the pillow as it will go. He continues to pull out his toiletries and some clean clothes for the day. Jake finally stands up from the bed and starts collecting his own things from around the room. It’s impressively messy for only having been occupied for about 5 days. Jeremy notices the bandage on his arm. ‘’You okay?’’ he asks, and Jake glances down at where Jeremy is looking. ‘’Oh yeah, probably just a branch.’’ he says, shrugging. Jeremy raises an eyebrow at him. ‘’I’m fine! Seriously!’’ Jake insists, and Jeremy lets it go. ‘’Just let Brooke have a look at you later, okay?’’ he asks. Jake nods, lips quirking up into a smile. ‘’You worry too much.’’ Jake tells him. Jeremy scoffs. ‘’You worry too little. I have to balance it out.’’ he shoots back, causing Jake to laugh. ‘’Fair point.’’ he concedes. The sound of the shower stops. Jake heads over to Rich to nudge him awake again. ‘’Shower’s free.’’ he says, and Rich finally manages to drag himself out of bed. The bathroom door opens, revealing Michael in a towel, his pajamas under one arm. ‘’I forgot my glasses.’’ he says, and Jeremy snatches them from the bedside table. ‘’I’m holding them hostage!’’ he exclaims as Michael wanders over. Rich is quick to duck into the now vacant bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Jake goes back to packing his bag, ignoring them. ‘’Oh no, whatever shall I do?’’ Michael says, mock distress in his voice and a smile on his lips. Jeremys own eyes shine with mischief. ‘’Well I guess you’ll have to pay the price.’’ Jeremy says mater of factly, holding the glasses carefully behind his back. ‘’And that would be?’’ Michael asks, dragging the last word out slightly. ‘’Just kiss me already.’’ Jeremy says, laughter in his voice. ‘’I can do that.’’ Michael agrees, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on Jeremys lips. His skin is still slightly damp from the shower, and his hair is kinda wet, and getting Jeremys forehead wet. Not that he minds. Jeremy unfolds the glasses behind his back, and as Michael pulls back he brings them around and plants them gently on his boyfriends face. ‘’I have to admit I prefer seeing your pretty face.’’ Michael says, grinning. Jeremys entire face goes red. ‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ he replies, but can’t fight down his smile. He ruffles Michaels slightly wet hair, sending water droplets everywhere, before starting to pack his own belongings into his duffel bag.

It’s 28 minutes later as the guys make their way to the front desk with their luggage. The girls are already waiting for them. ‘’I already paid so we can just go.’’ Chloe informs them, and together they head out to the van. The various bags are thrown into the back, and then they all pile into the seats. Michael takes shot gun as per usual, and Jeremy situates himself behind the wheel. ‘’Can we listen to Les Mis?’’ Christine asks, and Michael is quick to find the album on the iPod permanently plugged into the car. ‘’We’ll listen trough it once, and then someone else gets to pick.’’ Michael decides, selecting ‘Look Down’. The dramatic opening music isn’t really appropriate for the sleepy mood in the car, but by the time ‘Red and Black’ rolls around they’re all singing along. ‘’If I ever get the chance to see it again I’d die of happiness.’’ Christine admits, looking out of the car window at the trees passing by. The road is quiet, surrounded by gorgeous nature. ‘’We should totally do that next time we’re in New York.’’ Jeremy agrees, glancing at Christine in the rearview mirror. ‘’That would be awesome.’’ Brooke chimes in from her seat. Jeremy smiles to himself as he watches the road. It’s nice, talking about doing normal stuff like this. Like they can be normal people in a normal world enjoying normal things. Something huge and dark leaps into the road and Jeremy swerves to the right, missing it by a hairs breadth. ‘’What the fuck was that?’’ he yells, trying to get a look at it in the mirror. Jake and Rich are staring out the back, trying to get a glimpse of it as well. ‘’I don’t know but it’s following us!’’ Jake shouts. Jeremy steps on the gas. The small road is full of curves and uneven terrain, and the van wasn’t exactly built for high speed chases, but he can make due. ‘’It’s a werewolf!’’ Rich shouts next. ‘’Is it an ambush?’’ Christine questions. ‘’It probably is.’’ Jenna answers. ‘’Whatever it is we have to loose this thing somehow.’’ Michael nearly yells, frantic and nearing panic. Jake pulls out his gun, the one loaded with silver bullets laced with wolfsbane. ‘’I’m gonna open the back, hold onto your hats.’’ he warns, and then he throws open the back door. The sonds of heavy paws on asphalt is like thunder. Jake takes aim. ‘’Turn!’’ Jeremy warns as a sharp turn comes up, Jake holds off on the shot until the van is stable again. This time, he aims and fires rapidly. The bullet catches the werewolf in the shoulder, but it doesn’t really slow down. He fires off another, and catches it in the leg. This definitely makes it slow down. But so does the van. He turns around, question on the tip of his tongue, and then he spots the roadblock. ‘’Shit.’’ he says instead. Jeremy stops the car completely. Jake slams the backdoor shut. There are four cars blocking the road, and about ten people standing around, some of them have guns, and they’re all aimed right at the van. One man steps away from the blockade, walking leisurely toward the van and coming to a halt only a couple of meters away. ‘’I just want to talk.’’ he says. His dark hair is slicked back, his smile is sharp like a knife, and his electric blue eyes strike Jeremy as nothing but untrustworthy. ‘’I’ll talk to him.’’ Jenna says, unbuckling her seatbelt. ‘’What? No, don’t go out there! It’s a trap!’’ Christine hisses. ‘’Of course it’s a trap, but what else are we supposed to do?’’ she hisses back. She opens the door, hops out and walks to the front of the van. She keeps a good distance between herself and the strange man. ‘’What do you want?’’ she asks him. He starts shaking his head. ‘’No, no. I fear you’ve misunderstood me. I want all of you out here. I know there are eight of you little menaces. You must be Jenna Roland, correct?’’ he asks her, and Jenna keeps her cool, only nods once, stiffly. Poker face never slipping. Something cols has taken a hold of Jermeys insides, however. He glances to Michael, who nods once. He looks in the rearview mirror and gets the same response from the rest. They unbuckle their seatbelt and get out of the van. Jake and Rich go to the front, flanking Jenna on either side. Christine and Michael stand on the left side not too far behind, and Brooke and Chloe do the same on the right. Jeremy sticks close to the drivers side door, almost hiding behind the side mirror. The man smiles. ‘’You kids have been a thorn in my side for quite some time now.’’ he says. ‘’Oh my god, are you seriously gonna bad guy monologue at us right now?’’ Michael snaps. ‘’Excuse me?’’ the man says, raising one dark eyebrow. ‘’Like, we know we’re annoying you, that’s kinda part of the whole thing, and we know you’re a bad guy and we really don’t care about your motive or whatever. You’re running around turning people against their wills and murdering a lot of innocent people!’’ Chloe says, all the while looking rather unimpressed. The mans face controls into quite the impressive scowl. ‘’Kids nowadays. Can’t appreciate a good motive.’’ he mutters mostly to himself. ‘’Motive means jack shit, you’re an asshole either way.’’ Rich says loudly, arms crossed and stance confident. ‘’Fine, I’ll skip my,’’ his face morphs into a look of disgust, ‘’Bad guy monologue, as you so eloquently put it, and skip right to the part where I order my people to kill you.’’ he smiles, a chill runs down their spines. ‘’Sound good?’’ he asks them, raising one gloved hand into the air and snapping his fingers. The sound is deafening in the quiet that had defended upon the small road. The people scattered around the blockade aim their guns at them, and from behind them they can hear the growl of an injured werewolf. Jake and Rich draw their own guns. The man has turned around and is walking walking back to the relative safety of the roadblock. ‘’SKJALDBORG.’’ Christine commands, arms outstretched and eyes glowing. The guns starts firing as the barrier rises above them. It’s not enough to cover the van, and the tires are quickly pierced from the side. ‘’The forest!’’ Jeremy shouts. Brooke and Chloe start throwing offensive spells, hitting a few people with blasts of ice and fire and other various unpleasant things, Jake and Rich are holding off the werewolf with a shower of silver bullets, but they won’t last forever. The few witches on the other side start throwing their own spells, and while they deflect against the barrier, it does tear away at it. ‘’Hurry!’’ Christine shouts, trying to move them as a group closer to the forests edge. Rich runs out of bullets before Jake, so he pulls out a knife coated in distilled wolfsbane and lunges. ‘’Rich!’’ Jake shouts, diving in after him to fight close range. ‘’Wait-‘’ Jeremy starts to shout but Jake cuts him off, ‘’Keep going!’’ and go they do. They break into a run, Christine, Brooke, and Chloe throwing spells over their shoulders as they sprint for the trees, weaving between trunks in unpredictable patterns. Michael and Jeremy stick close together, and soon the sound of people pursuing them drowns out the sound of spells being cast. ‘’We need to split.’’ Michael yells, trying to not be too loud. Jeremy turns desperate eyes on him. ‘’No.’’ he pleads, and he knows it’s a bad idea to stick together. Knows it’s more likely they’ll be caught, but he can’t bring himself to leave Michael. ‘’You need to get out of here. You know that.’’ Michael says, pulling a couple of throwing knives out of his hoodie. Jeremy can feel his ribs ache, feels the tears threaten to spill over. ‘’Stay safe.’’ Jeremy says, meaning I love you. ‘’You too.’’ Michael says, meaning I love you. Michael takes a sharp left, and Jeremy keep going straight ahead. He lets the first swallow him.

‘’Seven. I have seven annoying little brats. There are supposed to be eight!’’ the man, Sebastian, yells at his underlings. Or, what remains of his underlings, as Michael is happy to notice. They all look rather roughed up, and he’s pretty sure there are fewer than when he last saw them. The guy with a firm hold of the back of his hoodie shoves him to the ground next to Chrisitne, and with his hands tied behind his back he can’t really break the fall. He manages to turn around slightly, landing on his should instead of on his face, which he guesses his glasses appreciate. ‘’Jeremy?’’ Christine asks him in a whisper, and he gives a slight nod, a pleased curve of the lips. her shoulders sink slightly, and she breathes a little easier. ‘’Find the last one or I’ll personally gut you.’’ Sebastian tells the underling in his grasp, before letting him go. The guy stumbles slightly, before scrambling off further into the forest. Sebastian turns to them. ‘’What a pathetic move, trying to save the weakest one. I’ll bring him here and kill him while you all watch, teach you a fucking lesson before you all die.’’ he mutters. Michael has to fight to keep his mouth shut, and pleased to find similar outraged looks on his friends faces. Three goons run off deeper into the forest at the sound of someone yelling. Sebastian rubs his temples. ‘’Im surrounded by incompetence.’’ he grumbles, but his head whips up again as the previous yell is replaced with another. And another. And another. ‘’You.’’ he says, pointing at three other goons. ‘’Go figure out what the fuck is going on.’’ he snaps. They salute him briefly, before jogging iff in the same direction as the previous three. ‘’And will someone find my god damned werewolf!’’ he shouts. Two other goons run off in the direction where Jake and Rich had been hauled in from. The two boys snicker as they watch them go. ‘’And what, exactly, is so fucking funny?’’ Sebastian asks, leaning down slightly to get closer to their faces, most likely as an intimidation tactic. ‘’Oh nothing.’’ Rich says. ‘’It’s just that all they’ll find is a rug that used to be a werewolf.’’ Jake finishes. If his hands were free he would totally high five Rich, but the look that passes between them certainly conveys it enough for Sebastian to let out a shout of outrage. ‘’You fucking-‘’ he cuts himself off. Straightens up and takes a deep breath. ‘’Just you wait.’’ he says menacingly. There are only two other guys left with them now, the forest otherwise eerily quiet. The trees creak and groan, bending to the will of a wind that doesn't exist. The canopies cluster together, blocking out the sun and casting the forest floor into darkness. A twig snaps off in the distance. ‘’Let my friends go.’’ a voice says from the other direction. It’s quiet, and soft, but heard easily in the unnatural stillness. ‘’Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?’’ Sebastian says, aiming for unaffected, but his voice shakes slightly. ‘’Word of advice,’’ the voice answers, from a different direction now, coming from the shadows between the trees. Echoing in a space where there really should be no echo. ‘’Don’t fight a creature on it’s home turf.’’ Jeremy says, standing right behind Sebastian. He whirls around, knife in his hand, but before he even has Jeremy fully in his vision, they boy is gone once again. Someone screams, and then there is only Sebastian and the lone henchman left in the dark forest. ‘’Boss?’’ the lady says, voice shaking. Sebastian makes to turn around to face her, but when he does he finds that he is alone. The forest around him seems endlessly dark, impossibly quiet. The sound of crows overhead sends a jolt trough him. ‘’What kind of fucking parlor trick is this?’’ he asks the trees, not expecting an answer. What he gets instead is a lanky boy, brown curly hair, freckles and blue eyes. Quite ordinary looking. He steps out from between the trees, out from the nothingness. With each step he takes he changes. There are horns growing out of his hair, his eyes glow green. With every step he takes he grows taller, less human shaped. Once he is only a couple of meters away he stops, the green eyes are staring down at Sebastian, piercing trough his soul. He can’t make out any features, only the silhouette of the terrifying creature before him. ‘’You should have left my friends alone.’’ a voice says from all around him, creaking like the trees, cawing like the crows, growling like the wolves, howling like the wind. Sebastian panics. He lunges forward, knife raised. He hits nothing. The silhouette is gone. He looks up, finds the glowing green eyes still staring down at him. ‘’You’re never getting out of here alive.’’ he hears, and then the green eyes close, and he is alone once more, for the final time.

‘’Are you guys okay?’’ Jeremy asks, walking up to his friends where they sit tied up on the forest floor. ‘’Duh.’’ Rich says, smirking. His lip is split and he has the beginnings of a black eye, but he’s still smirking. Jeremy sighs and pulls out his swiss knife to cut them loose. ‘’You went all out on those guys, huh?’’ Christine muses, rubbing her newly freed wrists. Jeremy moves on to Michael. ‘’Well, they hurt you guys.’’ he says simply, and his voice is his own, but carries the undertone of something much more ancient. It’s enough to send a slight chill down her back. Michael flings his arms around Jeremys neck as soon as he’s free. Christine takes it upon herself to free the others. ‘’You’re okay though, right?’’ Michael asks him, head buried in his neck. ‘’Yeah, I am. You?’’ Jeremy asks him back, winding his arms around Michael, kissing the side of his head. ‘’Yeah.’’ Michael says. Christine frees Jake and Rich, and the three of them has Chloe, Brooke, and Jenna untied in no time. Jeremy pulls Michel to his feet. ‘’Any idea where our van is?’’ Jenna asks Jeremy, who points out to their left. The road is visible trough the trees, all the cars and then van still standing right where they left them. ‘’Damn.’’ she whispers. Jeremy leads them out, a clear path from their former place of capture straight to their van. ‘’Can you fix the wheels?’’ Jake asks Brooke. ‘’Well, they’re not organic tissue per se, but I’m pretty sure I can manage.’’ she says, smiling. ‘’I’m gonna move the other cars.’’ Rich says., wandering over. ‘’I’ll help.’’ Jake offers, following after him. Michael watches them go, watches Brooke get into position to close up the gashes in the tires, he grabs Jeremys hand. ‘’Are you sure you’re okay? I know you don’t like being involved with this.’’ he says. Jeremy turns his gaze on Michael. ‘’When you befriended me, you made a pact.’’ he replies, reaching a hand up and touching the gold chain around his neck. Michael follows the movement with his eyes. ‘’If we set you free, would you leave?’’ he asks, still staring at the gold chain. Jeremy smiles. ‘’No, I don’t think I would.’’ he answers, truthfully. ‘’Good.’’ Michael says, leaning down to kiss him. Jeremy lifts himself up n his toes a little to bring him closer. ‘’We’re ready to keep going.’’ Christine says. The others have piled into the van already. Christine climbs in. Michael goes around to the other side and Jeremy hops in on the drivers side. He adjusts the rearview mirror, turning to look back at his friends. ‘’Where to now?’’ he asks. ‘’New York?’’ Brooke suggest. ‘’Broadway!’’ Christine shouts enthusiastically. The others in the back nod, smiling. Jeremy turns to Michael, who smiles and reaches out to grab his hand. ‘’New York it is.’’ Jeremy says, turning the key.

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Aaronna

With the Help of a Brother

Yes

5,638

Amnesiac Stanley. They get to the boat. Sad Ford. With a happy ending.

moosesmittens

A Grim Night

Yes

688

I could care less how short this is. It’s that Grim dog. I’m so glad this was written. Any and all ‘Grim’ fics about Stanley and this dog are blessings in my eyes.

bananabog

Balm

Yes

1,073

A one-shot that wasn’t meant to be more unfortunately, but has a very interesting premise about Bill not being gone from Stan’s head.

tallykale

A better place, a better time

Yes and No

First Posted

2015-12-02

Last updated

22 Feb 2016

49,002

3 works

Mystery Trio. Stanley and Stanford reunite. Help.

anonymousAlchemist

our past ghosts always haunting

Yes

1,347

Stanley never regains his memories. And it’s okay.

Neelh

Homologous

Yes

1,642

HA! I was wondering what ‘homologous’ even means. And then I saw the author’s note. Read my mind.

Reread it. I have no words. Monster. Angel. Blessing. Curse. How shall I describe this author?

HowAboutThatSnapback

Death Omen, Shmeath Omen

Yes

1,649

Just the title. Just the title on it’s own is enough. THAT TITLE.

fex_libris

Darkened Light, Starless Night

No -

First Posted

2016-10-03

Last updated

12 Dec 2016

5,531

BlindFaith Au. They get out of the cave, but things aren’t peachy.

pinesinthewoods

Blind Faith

Yes

21,027

Stanley and Stanford both land in the portal. Stanley loses his eyes. Blind Faith Au.

hapful

out

Yes

2,587

Amnesia Stanley. Andrew - ANDREW - *he thinks he’s andrew … * I can’t -

molossiamerica

2 AM

Yes

3,062

In relation to the title. One word. Relatable. But other than that - these two. I tell ya. Sea adventures.

eltigre221

Gravity Falls: Aspects of Stanley

Yes

3,321

500 Fords Au. In a hall of Fords, Stanley splits himself into parts of his personality. And Ford has to put that back together.

StoneSabre

So the Ocean Soothes Our Scars

No -

First Posted

2016-10-20

Last updated

27 Nov 2016

5,508

2 works

Grunkle Adventures at sea

Keleficent

Trust Me

Yes

6,528

It …

Well anyways. Stan falls into the portal and … just … BADness ensues. Ford gets him out, but … so yeah

TheLazyBAMF (TheGuardian219)

Fixing a Mistake

No -

First Posted

2015-12-13

Last updated

7 Nov 2016

8,334

Stanley uses a time wish to go back in time and relive his life so he doesn’t ruin Stanford’s. So … he’s in his kid body with his grumpy grandpa mind, and kid Ford wants to play all the time, but is smart enough to see something’s up. How could you not want this?

SilveryBeing

Key Moments

Yes

8,913

Stanford looking into different realities. Seeing the consequences of various actions over the course of his life. Post Weirdmeggedon. It’s good, but also full of Stanford hate propaganda NOPE THAT IS A LIE. Why am I lying like this?

MiniatureGlitterSoul

Searching For Stanford Pines

No -

First Posted

2016-04-17

Last updated

7 Jun 2016

9,805

Portal Ford.

Beleriandings

A Tale Of Three Stans

Yes

12,413

They’re in iceland. Stanley and Stanford get separated. Until Stanley runs into another portal Ford. This is a really nice read. Short, but not too short. In a fun setting, running around doing interesting stuff. Police get involved to some degree. Otherwise it wouldn’t be Stanley and Stanford.

biteinsane

Wearing the Working Man’s Clothes

No -

First Posted

2016-05-11

Last updated

25 May 2017

15,063

So it says Tiny Ford Au, and I was thrown off. I thought - the shrink ray stuff. But it’s kid Ford. And Kid Ford’s mind too. So it’s cute! But also - how can Cipher NOT take advantage of that? A One and a Half Stans, with Ford.

KuroJanKazu

Reminiscence at Sea

No -

First Posted

2016-04-04

Last updated

29 Sep 2016

17,754

Reverse Falls. Stanford ends up in reverse falls in one of his trips through the multiverse. And really learns to like … Will Cipher.

runawaycartoonist

Gravity Falls: It’s Relative!

No -

First Posted

2016-05-04

Last updated

20,587

Stanley and Stanford go and visit their Great Auntie Mabel for the summer.

Vituperative_cupcakes

The Demolition Log of Stanford F. Pines

Yes

22,280

A really amazing, after Dipper and Mabel leave, but before they set sailing sort of random adventures of the Stans. Full of humor, fun, and if I have this right - proper flash-back angst?

orphan_account

The Ghost that Lives in Great Uncle Ford’s Basement

Yes

22,348

Stanley - GOES BACK IN TIME, and ends up as a ghost. But I think what’s most important here, is that he’s basically lived twice but looks young. And the ending. It finally makes Canon the better option in a not ‘rip your heart out and feed it to cannibals’ way.

highwayKing

Stannapped

Yes

22,508

The one where Stan’s old buddies catch up with him, shove him in a trunk again, and Ford has to find him. And he does! Wait … oops, spoiler.

roomapple

Liar To A Liar, For Lies Are His Coin

No -

First Posted

2016-10-19

Last updated

13 Mar 2017

23,456

Same Coin theory. Bill is back. Mucking about in Stanley’s head.

eosrealis (Aurorealis)

Cooperation is Mandatory

No -

First Posted

2015-10-09

Last updated

6 Nov 2015

26,024

Stanley is a werewolf. And yet outcast from all other werewolves - of course he couldn’t just get with the program, even as a wolf! And so Ford leaves Gravity Falls to study the phenomenon.

videogamelover99

A Different Form a Different Time

Yes and No

First Posted

2016-12-23

Last updated

16 Apr 2017

26,407

6 works

Based on Flat Dreams and Pengychan’s and doodledrawsthings probably ideas and drawings. Bill is stuck as a human and is mostly annoyed.

the_subpar_ghost

Gravity Falls Timestuck AU

Yes

26,761

Mabel trapped in the past and Stanley has to help her get back. Mostly through finding Stanford, and we all know how that goes down.

azhdarchidaen

In Search of Antidotes

Yes

30,200

Historical Au. It’s great. So Stanley goes to help Stanford and it’s all in 1892. Double thumbs up.

delcatty (Harlecat)

The Thing On the Doorstep

Yes

35,915

What is this - lovecraft? … Ha! I was right. I also don’t know much about lovecraft. But I do, however, know about this. And it’s Stanford getting himself into messes in a 1930’s setting and Stanley trying to help while overcoming Fiddleford’s phobia towards horrors of the eldritch type. The actual thing on the doorstep is … a mixture of a shiver down your spine and ‘bleck.’

Amydiddle

Theory of Relativity

Yes

39,151

Relative Falls. Au colliding with Canon. Stanley and Stanford end up in relativity falls on a boat trip. Actually, the kids meeting their older selves - that’s neat.

SandyQuinn

There’s an Endless Road

Yes

41,073

This one is so great. Who doesn’t love a road trip? With your annoying brother and archenemy? Stanford sure knows how to pick ‘em. Also, this tag - ‘horror that is completely undercut by humour.’ It’s adventure in an almost episodic way, but also not at all, and is just super fun while not simply ‘pure fluff’ in any way shape or form.

Giroshane

Gravity Falls Adventures

Yes. But you kinda wish no. Series is marked incomplete, so maybe?

44,073

3 works

The Adventure with ____

How else to describe? Hurt/Comfort.

Stanley, Stanford, Mabel, and Dipper. Post Weirdmeggedon/in Weirdmeggedon.

Fordanoia

Gotham Falls

No -

First Posted

2016-09-27

Last updated

18 May 2017

45,735

Batman, Gravity Falls crossover! What more do you people want?

asbelow

Time Has Changed Me (And Left Me Full Of Doubt)

No -

First Posted

2017-01-18

Last updated

13 May 2017

46,708

REALLY GOOD ONE GUYS. Everytime I think about - Stanley. Going through that portal. Coming out. And still not speaking to Ford for another couple of years. Having that kid. Dealing with trauma of having been on the other side of that portal. REALLY GOOD ONE. Major focus on awesome slice of life that just is REALLY GOOD.

dliriously

Changing Tides and Tribulations

No -

First Posted

2016-06-04

Last updated

23 Jun 2016

49,902

Really fantastic Stanley and Stanford post weirdmeggedon on their boat sail away and still deal with nightmares and disillusion and ‘what did Ford get up to in the portal?’ and STUFF!

PengyChan

Flat Dreams

Yes

53,940

Alright. Full disclosure. This is a really good fic. But … I’ve never understood the whole - ‘it makes Bill Cipher into a redeemable character’ thing. Bill feels well rounded and it gives Bill Cipher good motivations for the show. But … he’s still actually a rather genuinely rude person who does bad stuff with only slightly more understood reasons. If anything it just pulls him from psychopath to misguided. I don’t feel sorry for him, I’m just six times more interested in him as a character. But other than that - Man is this a really great fic.[Note to Self. Edit this description][Edit of the Edit: Ignore me. I know nothing]

Queen_Mab

Ad Astra

No -

First Posted

2016-07-29

Last updated

3 Jun 2017

54,200

Mabel falls into the Portal to find a new Grunkle. The selling point would have to be how amazing the portal Mabel bits are. Ford and Mabel. It’s just fantastic at times. And then in rolls the Dipper and Stan bits and everything is up in flames.

Sarah1281

A Time Wish

Yes

59,420

Stanley goes back in time to stop himself from landing Ford in the portal. He lands as a old mind in a young body and stays level headed as Ford wigs out. And proceeds to relieve the next thirty years.

embulalia

Two Old Men and the Sea

Yes

69,409

Boat adventures that head back to Gravity Falls. This one includes werewolves, nightmares, amnesia, seizures, Demonic possession, and torture. All from the tags, because for the life of me this blends in with other fics. I should probably reread this. (I remember the werewolves well enough …? and obviously liked it …)

babyblueavenger

Mystery Nerds AU

Yes and No

First Posted

2015-11-26

Last updated

2 Jun 2016

97,460

5 works

Series. It’s the last one that isn’t finished, with a 4 chaptered 46k word count hanging off the side.

EvilEkat

Versability

Yes

131,274

Stanley … strikes it rich, become an even worse person, and then gets the kids when his and Stanford’s names are mixed up.

Overall - Excellent. Very, very Excellent.

DisneyMuse, slytherintbh

The Demon’s Apprentice

Yes ish

149,836

2 major works, plus a drabble and alternate endings

Have I read this? I feel like I have, but I’m not sure. It’s where Dipper becomes Bill Cipher’s apprentice of magic and Ford is just not having it. But … have I read this?

***

The_Lionheart

One Sword

Yes and No

First Posted

2016-07-31

Last updated

9 May 2017

239,518

9 works

Oh, just lots. Portal adventures. Reimagining of canon episodes. Crossovers. But what I wanna know is how they get away with some of that purple prose stuff? Poetry? Different formats? It’s brilliant. How? Just - how?

The_Lionheart

Takin’ Care of Business

No -

First Posted

Last updated

19 Mar 2017

30,663

Modern … sort of Au. Where … Stanley goes to help Stanford. But Mabel and Dipper are more like niece and nephew - not great nibings. And … it’s really good. I really like The_Lionheart. They’re a really good writer.

The_Lionheart

The People That We Always Hoped We Would Be

Yes

11,546

Christmas Carol AU where everyone comes back into the past to get Stanford to reconcile with Stanley. Oh my gosh. THIS ONE. That one scene. WITH THE GUN.

The_Lionheart

Missing

Yes

4,103

How Stan has dentures. A basic recap of when and where he lost most of his teeth WITH CRIPPLING FEELS.

***

LogicalBookThief

A Pound of Flesh

Yes

10,918

I remember this mostly for the Clairvoyant. Post Weirdmeggedon boat adventures.

LogicalBookThief

Stan Protecting his Kids

No -

First Posted

2015-10-29

Last updated

6 Mar 2016

1,670

2 works

First one is Soos’s dad. The second is a tourist and Wendy. I actually thought the Soos and the dad bit was interesting. I never would have thought about it, but yeah. That could go down like that.

LogicalBookThief

One and a Half Stans Au

Yes

5,092

2 works

De-aged Stanley

LogicalBookThief

The Devil You Know

Yes

5,677

Possession. Mystery trio. Ford gets possessed before he realizes that’s not a good thing. And Stanley … obviously gets caught in the crosshairs.

***

scribefindegil

Fisherman’s Knot

No -

First Posted

2016-03-06

Last updated

27 May 2017

84,545

You think it’s over. And then there’s another twenty thousand words if not more. You don’t know how to handle these feelings.

scribefindegil

Nomenclature

Yes

1,133

Haha! - No, I’m sorry. This one. This one is great. Portal Ford.

***

impish_nature

Demonic Conman

Yes

26,385

Reverse One of Us Au. Stanley becomes the demon for Bill Cipher. What an exhausting ride. And the ending. Pretty much low-grade torture for the soul. As I recall, wasn’t there an alternate ending to this too?

impish_nature

Phobos

No -

First Posted

2016-01-03

Last updated

10 Feb 2016

24,721

Mystery trio and Stanley has issues from his time on the road. It is unfortunate that it is incomplete.

impish_nature

A Lot More Lost

Yes

9,620

Feral Ford Au. Stanley Amnesia.

impish_nature

Signs of a Well Lived Life

Yes

3,276

JOML AU @notllorstel

More Grim Au. I think they actually die in this one. Quote on Quote “Bittersweet and stuff”

impish_nature

Finding the Right Frequency

Yes

6,885

Ford, and that radio! Talking over the air! Him and Stanley! It hits the spot.

impish_nature

Sleight of Hand

Yes

1,638

Oh my gosh - MagicStanley! It’s beautiful.

impish_nature

Blind Rage

Yes

4,743

BlindFaith Au. Stanford goes off on some midnight attackers and Stanley isn’t handling heat of fire too well.

impish_nature

Seeing is Believing

Yes

5,136

BlindFaith Au. Stanley regains some of his sight

impish_nature

Silent Plea

Yes

2,070

BlindFaith Au. Stanley helps Stanford with cave flashbacks.

***

thesnadger

Axolotl

No -

First Posted

2016-02-18

Last updated

18 Jan 2017

32,458

Post Weirdmeggedon and Bill is back. The Stans head over to Gravity Falls from their sea voyage to let family comfort, and maybe find a solution.

thesnadger

Summer’s Over

Yes

10,604

3 works

I’m - no THEY’RE trying to kill you. And I quote “Making Ford Feel Guilty For Fun And Profit; Actually There’s No Profit; And No Fun; only pain”

thesnadger

Things You Can’t Take Back

Yes

5,058

Stanley in the Colombian forest. But why is Stanford there? Dun, Dun, DUUUN. But no, actually - the feels.

thesnadger

It’s A Great Idea (Who Are You To Judge?)

Yes

4,295

Relativity Falls. Grauntie Mabel and Grunkle Stan compare lives over drinks. Not the best idea.

***

Tell_Me_Tales

D-23:Guardian

No -

First Posted

2016-08-15

Last updated

23 May 2017

28,242

Carla McCorkle. Tell_Me_Tales adds a great addition of her as her own mystery trio in some of their work. Short chapters … that I feel get better as time goes on, but is that just me? Also - Gargoyle Stanley Au, but not monster Au.

Tell_Me_Tales

A Girl Named Carla

Yes

6,569

Carla McCorkle meets Stanford and it’s awkward, and funny, and adorable.

Tell_Me_Tales

Math is Money

No?

First Posted

2016-10-22

Last updated

28 Nov 2016

2,622

As I recall - this one was actually kind of adorable. Right? I don’t know why it’s marked unfinished unless the Tell_Me_Tales had more in mind. Otherwise it feels like a pretty cohesive pair of one-shots. And Filbrick is … normal.

***

Nicnac

Elementary Falls

Yes

48,665

15 works

Stanley and Stanford get an orphaned Dipper and Mabel. A lot of oneshots around this, filled with feels and fluff.

Nicnac

Lost and Found

Yes

12,687

2 works

Connected to Elementary Falls. “CanonFord!” lands in Elementary Falls universe. It creates TWO happy endings, so plus.

Nicnac

Five Years Older

No -

First Posted

2016-11-01

Last updated

10 Jan 2017

7,659

27 year old Mabel going into the past and finding Mullet Stan. Come on guys. This one is almost mandatory viewing.

Nicnac

Weep Not for the Memories

Yes

7,718

Scrapbook doesn’t work. Amnesia Stanley.

***

CCs_World

Mabel and Ford for Gravity Falls

No -

First Posted

2016-10-19

Last updated

22,889

Ford and Mabel Fluff as they try and save their kidnapped siblings. Apparently. Actually - you know what? I think it updated since I last saw it. I should … probably go read that.

CCs_World

And You Were Not So Old

No -

First Posted

2017-01-01

Last updated

10 Mar 2017

17,629

Stan contracts a serious illness and Ford is obviously extremely upsetted (yes I mean upsetted). Guys, right about now I’m banking on the lack of Major Death tag. Also how is this not longer? It feels longer. Huh.

***

WDW

A Thousand Natural Shocks

No -

First Posted

2015-10-09

Last updated

3 Aug 2016

53,750

Neverhuman AU. As in, ‘Stan Pines Dead’ Stanley actually died in that car crash and made a deal with a demon that wasn’t Bill Cipher and melded and is … no longer … human I guess.

WDW

Estranged, Lost, Found

Yes

5,047

This exists. And that is enough. I have no idea how this could have been thought up, but … I rather thought it was okay. You know. Once you get over the Stanley feels. What is it with this man. And my poor heart.

***

MaryPSue

Raising Stakes

No -

First Posted

2015-11-23

Last updated

4 Jun 2017

56,058

Vampire Stanley. Enough Said. Also Stanley showing up at his old ‘friend’s’ house when the guy is thinking about how harmless Stan Pines is. He was BEGGING to get his throat ripped out. That scene was so cool.

MaryPSue

Hive

Yes

32,368

Note: Have not read. Vaguely skimmed. Looks interesting. [Note to self: read]

Post Canon horror story with casual fluff and happy ending. I think. Wait - how is this in my history if I haven’t read it? *Sigh* I don’t even know anymore.

MaryPSue

Now You See

Yes

4,158

Stanford never feels like he has to ask for Stanley’s help to come to gravity falls. You can probably guess how well that goes. Cause he finishes the portal but how to keep the world from ending?

***

WinchesterWarrenSon

Motorbikes and Sailboats

Yes

114,378

3 works

Okay, so if you’ve ever heard of Jimmy Snakes being a jerk and being in cahoots with Stanley in any way shape or form … this was probably where those ideas came from. That and the original Jimmy Snakes character info from the show. This um … it breaks you. If I was going to warn against any of these fics. This is the one I’d seriously warn against. I’m serious. Parts of me wish … that I’d just glanced over this one. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover. You should finish it, bordering on tears if not outright crying. It’s good. Really, REALLY good. Almost too good. I’m warning you DO NOT READ THIS ONE (you’re gonna read it anyways aren’t you, well I tried)

WinchesterWarrenSon

Fractured Fingers

No -

First Posted

2015-12-14

Last updated

25 Aug 2016

15,631

I shouldn’t like this one so much, but um … I REALLY like this one. Stanley comes to help Stanford in Gravity Falls.

***

Kazriku

Silent Falls

No -

First Posted

2015-10-01

Last updated

26 Feb 2017

31,078

Absolutely no idea, but it’s got one helluva mystery element and it feels like it’s going someplace, but I’ve no idea where.

Kazriku

My Demons

No -

First Posted

2015-08-16

Last updated

28 Mar 2016

33,672

Mystery Twins.

Demonic Possession included. Kazriku also made a lyric video based on the same title and I recommend listening to it. Possibly while reading.

***

The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

Stanley McGucket

Yes

39,759

Stanley MCGUCKET. And that’s just PART ONE.

… wait. Guys. It UPDATED since I last saw it. I have so much to catch up on.

The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

In Another World

Yes

30,381

One shots of Portal Ford. Journal Style.

***

Kalajorn (Mortsyn)

And Then There Were Three

No -

First Posted

2016-04-19

Last updated

25 Jun 2016

21,450

Mystery Trio.

Kalajorn (Mortsyn)

The Black Dog

Yes

1,763

This one has Stanley befriending the grim because of an accident. It skirts the depressing and jumps into the Stanley is amazing.

#Gravity Falls #Recommendations #Fanfiction #By Author #Master Post #my junk

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Mwahaha...you asked for it. OK 2, 3, 6, 7, 9 oh man this is a lot 16, 31, 32, 33 uhhhh shoot 36, 39, 40, 44 you know what fuck it just do the whole damn list man (ps I can totes send you a shorter list this is ridiculous I just started reading the list of questions and this happened I'm so sorry)

Oh boy, I wasn’t expecting any asks on that meme anymore lol But I really wanted to do that one so thanks

Answers under the cut (bc I’m nice and won’t make everyone scroll down endlessly to finally get past this post just because I can’t keep it short for the life of me lol)

2. Favorite genre of fic?

I’m sorry that I’m so boring, but I have to say romance lol (because the right romance fics are so much better than most published romance novels). But I also love love love some other plot in it. Actually, I don’t think I really have a set favourite genre? Whatever speaks to me, basically? Many of my favourite fics aren’t really all that similar to each other. But I guess since I’m looking for romance stuff the most, it’s romance.

3. Favorite fandom?

Another tough question because I am so very indecisive, I can’t have a favourite fandom. I love many fandoms. I mean, I guess I’d have to say Harry Potter because somehow, I’m always coming back to it because there are just so many quality fic in there if you know where to look. It’s kind of also kind of one of my very first fandoms and now I’ve been in it for so long, I can’t just abandon it lol

Just fandom-wise I really really love Haikyuu because that fandom is just so nice? I mean, I’m not all that involved in any fandom I guess, which is why I miss many things and conflicts (e.g. I only found out about all the drama in the MCU fandom re Iron Man vs Cap or the drama in the Teen Wolf fandom through people I follow lol), but the worst I have witnessed in Haikyuu is how some people gave thought-out arguments (without insults) why one character is or is not coded as a “villain” type character (there was/is a dispute about one character because some hate/dislike him and others defend him). And that’s it. Other than that it’s mostly “OMG I LOVE EVERY CHARACTER AND SHIP EVERYTHING” from almost everyone in that fandom lol (or “I don’t care what you ship as long as you let me ship my stuff, ship and let ship”). It’s just really chill. It’s also the fandom that really made me a poly-shipper. Idk, man, I love that fandom.

The Yuri!!! on ice fandom is also really nice. Those people sure like to discuss and explain things lol Also, almost everyone had, literally, the same reactions to the stuff happening in it. Plus, we got a healthy, loving, explicit same-sex relationship in an anime. That’s, like, a really rare thing. The only other genre-anime I know with an explicit same-sex kind-of-relationship is No. 6, and that relationship is so friggin far from healthy it’s not funny (sorry, NezuShi fans, I am a fan of them too, but their relationship throughout the entirety of the series is not healthy by any standard, which is totally explainable by the circumstances, but seriously, they’ll have a lot of growing up to do before it can be called healthy). Anyway, I digress.

6. Favorite fic (or one of them)?

HOW CAN YOU ASK ME FOR JUST ONE

I shall give you MORE THAN ONE, because I can and I will.

Okay, so, first I just have to tell you about my first absolute favourite fic ever, which, I’m really sorry, but it’s in German and it’s a Yu-Gi-Oh! fic lol

It’s “Paw Prints - Pfotenabdrücke” by someone I’m actually following on here ( @goldandcold ) who is an amazing and talented writer and I really have to read stuff by her again asdfghjkl but atm I’m into very different fandoms and just *cries* I need more time so I can watch the stuff she’s watching and writing for lol can someone, like, gift me a hundred free hours? lol

Anyway, that fic has character death in it, which is something I usually avoid at all costs because I know myself and I know I’ll be depressed about it for at least a week if I read character death. I’m like that lol

But I did because I always make exceptions for writers I like. Well, it became my favourite fic, so I guess I can’t complain. I will always remember the last words in there

“Du bist quer über mein Herz gelaufenwie ein kleiner tollpatschiger Hund über nassen Sandund du hast überall deine Pfotenabdrücke hinterlassen”

which roughly translates to

“You walked across my heartlike a little clumsy dog across wet sandand you’ve left your paw prints everywhere”

asdfghjkl I just love those words, they resonated with me so much and asdfghjk *flails* yeah, first fave fic. (also, now I’m in nostalgia land)

Another favourite fic I love to come back to is “Eclipse” by mijan (Harry Potter this time, back then I read it on fictionalley, but the link doesn’t seem to work atm? Is fictionalley down?). I am still entranced every time I read it and whenever I start it I have to continue reading till the end because I just love it so much. The plot is so amazingly intricate and the character development is THE FRIGGING BEST I CAN’T and everything makes so much sense and asdfghjkl it is just very amazing ok. The amount of detail in that story *sigh* *must resist reading it now before all the exams*

Another two favourite Harry Potter fics are “All Our Secrets Laid Bare” and “Stop All the Clocks”, both by @firethesound. AOSLB is just amazing all around, okay, I even reblogged a rec for it here on tumblr (here). I just love it so very much omg *flails* The idea alone to make them investigate Death Eater safe houses and all the FRIGGING DETAILS IN IT!!!!!! THE DETAILS!!!! SO MUCH LOVE!!!! (yes the exclamation marks are necessary)

I wrote a rec myself for Stop All the Clocks here. Weirdly, it also has major character death in it. But, same as above, I do make exceptions for writers I really like. That fic destroyed me though. I absolutely love the parallels in that fic, too. And how it spans many years. Just. Very beautiful, very touching, very sad. Which is why it’s great that there is AOSLB. I also still have to read all the other fics because I just KNOW they’re ALL amazing

And I’m still not done with the fave fics, guys. I’m sorry I can’t keep it short *cough*

Moving away from Harry Potter... the next one is for Free! Anime again lol It’s, weirdly, another fic that doesn’t end all that happily for the romance, and the fic is “With Vega At Your Left” by threesmallcrows. It’s a different take on a soulmate AU. Like, when the person you’re in love with isn’t your soulmate. A side character also deals with an abusive soulmate. Basically, everything that can go wrong with soulmate marks. And it’s just so real. Trigger warning for attempted suicide though (and mentioned abuse - like, the abuser doesn’t appear in the fic and the abuse is only talked about and the repercussions dealt with, but nothing explicit). I love this fic a lot, but it gives me the sads.

Okay, I still have a few favourite fics but I think I need to stop here, I’ll just link to them:

The Fears are Paper Owls by yaboykeiji (Haikyuu!! Akaashi does time jumps to try to prevent Bokuto’s death - kinda like Butterfly Effect)

Savior by dgalerab (Haikyii!! / X-Men crossover - Haikyuu characters as mutants)

Safety in Silence by survivah (Teen Wolf canon divergent soulmate AU with the soulmate “condition” not necessarily being reciprocated, lots of Sterek pining and friendship and angst, really slow-burn and really sweet and cute, very fluffy too, awesome idea to make it different for different species! Also, werewolves and other species are known to humans etc)

Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by FairyLights101 (Teen Wolf Sterek pretend to be dating AU, also the-Hales-survived AU and Laura is an important character in that fic, and because the Hales survived, Allison also lives, double yay)

Seven Deaths by x-parrot (One Piece, no pairings (le gasp!), just Zorro+Sanji friendship, there’s violence (torture) in it, it’s not very explicit, but be warned)

Aaand I think I’ll stop here.

7. One-shots or longfic?

I think, if you look at my favourite fics, you have the answer lol. Many of them are 100k+, so yeah, longfic lol I love the development that is possible in longfics. I do like shorter fic too, though in my mind, one-shot just means it’s all in one chapter... and there are 20k one-chapter fics out there, you know. But! I do also like short stuff, it just doesn’t really end up being among my favourites.

9. What is the longest fic you’ve read?

Tbh, I don’t remember, but Eclipse is over 287k words long, and I’m not sure if I’ve read anything longer than that.

16. How do you feel about character death in fic?

I think I’ve answered that somewhere in that novel above lol

Usually, I avoid it like the plague because I get the sads and am down for days afterwards. It’s not that I think those fics are bad or anything. It’s just that I want happy endings lol My heart can’t take too much sad. This doesn’t change even when I make exceptions, so that’s kind of the downside I have to live with when I do lol

In published novels and movies and series etc I don’t mind character death, but fic... well, fic are different lol

31. Do you read AUs?

Yes! I used to avoid them, but then I guess some fic changed my mind lol I really love all them tropes, soulmate AUs, fake-dating AUs, police procedural AUs, you name it. For some weird reason I’m not all gung-ho about coffeeshop AUs. I don’t mind them, and I’ll read them if they’re good, but they seem kinda boring to me. (oh, and pls don’t come with a/b/o stuff at me, it squicks me immensely and I hate it)

32. Favorite AU tropes?

Fake dating! Soulmates! Specifically for Teen Wolf: Allison lives! The-Hales-Survived! Idk, there are too many lol Well, my fave is still the platonic bed sharing one (not sure if that counts as an AU trope, since it could also be written in non-AU fics). I also seem to like time travel / time jumps / time manipulation.

33. Least favorite AU tropes?

A/B/O fics. I just hate them and I don’t even wanna see them, they squick me *shudder* I mean, to each their own, and I wish it at least wouldn’t squick me that much (it’s a physiological reaction, I get the creeps and it’s almost like I feel one step away from nausea - same feeling I get when I see reader x character fic, squicks me too and is the sole reason I never visit the teen wolf tag because it’s full of those), but it does.

36. Do you like crossovers? If so, favorite crossover?

I do! But I’m kinda still new to them and they’re not my favourite thing, so I haven’t read many crossover fics yet. I really like that X-Men crossover fic I linked to, and I do like Harry Potter crossovers (like, the other characters as witches and wizards in a wizarding school). Other than that I’ve also read a really cool Criminal Minds/House MD crossover once, and a Criminal Minds/Supernatural one too, and they’re pretty cool. Guess I still have to figure out what I particularly like when it’s about crossovers.

39. Favorite AU fic?

Savior by dgalerab, as I’ve already linked above :D

This is also the fic that really got me into poly ships. The relatioship between the four characters just feels so natural as it develops, it feels like that’s how it should be. It also deals with past abuse and there is 120% consent invovled. It’s just a really good fic ok

40. Do you like fluff?

OMG I LIVE FOR FLUFF

So, yeah, I do lol I mean, I do need other stuff in it too, but I absolutely do like fics that aren’t too serious and where the conflicts aren’t life-or-death or heavy on the angst etc. Like, slice of life kind of stuff.

44. How fluffy is too fluffy?

There is never a too fluffy +_+

Okay, jokes aside, I do want a plot. A story isn’t a story when there’s no conflict, so that’s that. Though that’s the only requirement for me, really lol Otherwise it can be as fluffy as it gets.

I hope I haven’t forgotten anything lol

Rolly out

#ask meme #ask #fanfiction #it got so long omg #I'm so sorry I can't get to the point lol #brevity is not my forte #ieatmypizzawithaforkandknife

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