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Annual rec list 2018 edition

Multi-fandom reclist y’all!

Fandoms represented: 7

Part 1: Voltron: 37 fics Teen Wolf: 155 fics

Part 2: Boku no Hero Academia: 9 fics Yuri!!! on Ice: 3 fics Harry Potter: 2 fics Marvel: 23 fics Kingsman: 21 fics

250 fics, under the cut!

uuh, pay attention to the author’s tags for potential triggers. I highly recommend opening this in your browser and use the “find in page” feature to skip to the fandom/ships relevant to your interests.

if this shows up on your dash and the “read more” isn’t working, I am so sorry.

Voltron

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13575843 What comes through the bond by sedna_mode 5k, gen,

Pidge gets her period. The boys feel echoes of it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12045429 Change of Plans by kitausu 26k, Lance/Shiro, AU,

When Shiro is left at the alter, he decides to go on his honeymoon alone. Enter Lance, the man Shiro had hired to take him and his would-be bride on a month long tour of Europe.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13892394 Strike a Match by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) 5k, Shiro & Lance,

Shiro realizes why his head hurts, and Lance is faced with the reality of responsibility. Based on art by Littlecofeiart.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12282321 Signals by epiproctan 40k, Lance/Shiro, Shiro/Keith, Lance/Shiro/Keith, sex pollen, friends with benefits, pining, STDs,

Space is infinite, and varied, and the possibilities that exist in it are numerous. Despite knowing this, Shiro never imagined that he’d find himself the host of alien bacteria that makes him frequently and unbearably horny. That’s exactly where he ends up though, which is unfortunate for a number of reasons discussed herein, but namely because emotions are messy, and so is biology, and so is war. But maybe somewhere between words like, “It’s just sex,” and, “You’re like a brother to me,” three people can find love. And the mission that ruins Shiro’s life might just be the one that saves him, too.

(Or, Shiro fucks up, fucks Lance, and fucks Keith over. And things are never the same again.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13864146 it's all about the team by clairelutra (exosolarmoon) 1k, Lance/Shiro, pre-slash,

Lance, Shiro, and an escape from formal execution. All in the day of the universe's legendary defenders, right?

It was only halfway there that he realized that he didn't have a clue how to hand Shiro the key when the key was most definitely not in his hand and he had no way of discreetly getting it there. He couldn't exactly hand Shiro the key with his mouth.

Lance wasn't very good at forethought today, was he.

He kept paddling even as his extremities went numb at the realization, his mind silently, helplessly reeling as Shiro approached like oncoming doom.

Wait, he thought when he was a mere five feet away from Shiro. Mouth.

Lance had a mouth. Shiro also had a mouth.

There actually was a way he could hand Shiro the key, it just didn't involve hands.

...This was going to be awkward as fuck.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12234321 As The Flower Blooms by aestivali 7k, Lance/Shiro, sex pollen, bottom shiro,

While undertaking a mission on an alien planet, Lance and Shiro encounter some troublesome flora - and need each other's help to ride out the effects.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14948963 The Last Blues by Atalto 3k, Lance/Shiro, h/c,

He’s left with Red, with Lance, who invited him in with an uncertain, almost nervous smile, who rambled unconsciously all the way from entrance to cockpit, who sat him down with a small bowl of rehydrated food goo and a cup of milk that he promised was pasteurised.

Shiro thinks he needs space after coming back, but the truth is far from that. In fact, all he wants is contact after being alone for years, which Lance is happy to oblige.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14701146 Never Better by avoidingavoidance 3k, Lance/Shiro,

After a hard battle, Lance comes to comfort Shiro, and both of them end up being more honest with each other than they'd intended.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13874268 Listen by SuccubustyKisses 43k, Lance/Shiro, clones,

When you can’t hear what you’re told to, you find another way to hear it. Or: Lance can’t stop thinking about what Shiro was trying to tell him, and as a result he makes a life changing decision.

Preview: “Shiro!” Lance wakes up with a scream, sitting up in his bed. His hand is held in front of him as his chest heaves. Curling his fingers into a fist he pulls his hand down in front of his face, fighting back the frustration bubbling in his chest. “God damn it, Shiro.”

Knowing he’s not going to get back to sleep Lance stands up, stretching his arms up high above his head. With a yawn he settles back down and slips his feet into his slippers, one red lion and one blue. With a sigh of resignation he opens his door and shuffles quietly into the hallway. His feet lead the way as his mind struggles to leave his dream and catch up. Before he can realize it he’s standing in front of Red, hands fisted at his sides.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12816384 Circle by starbear (panda_hiiro) 13k, Lance/Shiro,

(Shiro POV) A routine exploration mission goes awry, and leaves Lance and Shiro with an inexplicable connection to each other. In attempting to untangle the new bond between them, they draw closer to each other, but is that actually a good thing?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14485782 do you got plans tonight? by kalakauuas 5k, Lance/Shiro, AU,

Lance doesn’t know this guy, but he knows that being stood up is no fun, so. He takes matters into his own hands.

(and maybe holds Shiro’s while he’s at it.)

...

alternate title: just according to keikaku* *keikaku means plan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13784256 Little Talk by sxofstardust 1k, Lance/Shiro, pining,

“Hey, uh… are you okay?” Came the dreaded question, the grimace to follow upon hearing it being completely against his will, and poorly did he conceal it with an aversion of his gaze. “Whoa, okay, I’ll take that as a no…” A pause, followed by the sound of shuffling which tempted Shiro to look and see just what exactly the other was doing. “… Do you… wanna talk about it?” Lance sounded far too enthusiastic in the offer.

With a hesitant look tossed the boy’s way, Shiro could practically see the hopeful gleam in his eyes, bright and blinding. Lance appeared ready to leap into action, as though he had something to prove, though what exactly that was, Shiro hadn’t the faintest. Still, the offer had been presented to him, and though words of dismissal had been on the tip of his tongue, the elder found himself hesitating.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14308173 Relax by robotjellyfish 1k, Lance/Shiro, massage,

Lance's hands are like magic on Shiro's tense shoulders

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15035519 Sit Next To Me by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) 12k, multi, innuendo, massage, scars, flowercrowns, fluff,

A series of fills for Shiro Ship Week 2018

Day 1 - Flowers (Sheith) inspired by this art by Gitwrecked Day 3 - Stars (Shunk) Day 7 - Scars (Shance)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14961512 I Want to be There for You by DeathByStorm 1k, Lance/Shiro,

“You've been avoiding me,” Shiro said. “Did you want to talk about it?"

"No," Lance said. He rested his chin on his arm and looked resolutely out across the dead water hoping Shiro would take the hint and leave.

"I guess I'll just sit here and enjoy the sunset with you then," Shiro said. He leaned on the same rock that Lance was sitting against and crossed his ankles. Lance narrowed his eyes and nope, Shiro was definitely ignoring the fact that he wanted to be left alone right now.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15233076 Ignorance is Bliss by DeathByStorm 4k, Lance/Shiro,

Or four times Lance pined after Shiro, and the one time Shiro noticed and did something about it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15274980 A Visible Soul by fenfyre (Jace) 24k, Lance/Shiro, monsters and mana AU, praise kink, virgin!Shiro,

There was no doubt in Pike's mind: He'd leave the others again as soon as possible. All the more reason to have some fun with the handsome paladin.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14832060 Coming Through The Noise by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) 28k, gen, truth serum, PTSD, fluff,

Shiro is in the habit of keeping things to himself. He's always been private, and he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself unless there's a reason to share.

He doesn't get that option anymore.

Or: Shiro got hit with truth spell magic and he might drop dead of embarrassment

Also Or: 5 times Shiro told the truth (because magic made him do it)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14756066 On Camera by kitausu 11k, Hunk/Keith, AU, cam boy, praise kink, fluff,

Keith wasn’t exactly the traditional camboy but It wasn’t like Hunk had any experience with this sort of thing. Mostly, he was hard and his normal tricks just weren’t doing it and he was making dumb decision entirely navigated by his dick (like handing his credit card number off to a camboy website in the first place).

Otherwise known as the heith camboy au no one asked for but I’ve been talking about for 600 years.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15604098 Per Aspera by fenfyre (Jace) 10k, Lance/Shiro(/Shiro), praise kink, angst, astral threesome,

Lance wasn't sure when it had started, couldn't pinpoint an exact date, but if he had to try, he'd say it was sometime after him and Shiro had connected through that psychic link during a battle.

When Lance and Shiro take a quiet moment in the Black Lion the strange visions Lance has been having get a little out of control.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15420975 lead us into battle and i'll lead you in a dance by ghiblitears 3k, Lance/Shiro, pining,

Two aliens have eyes for Lance at a diplomatic party. Shiro intervenes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16698706 take a trip to your dark side by Hymn 6k, Lance/Shiro, rough sex,

It's just one of those days, sometimes.

----

Shiro narrowed his eyes, leaning back. “Don’t push me, Lance.”

“Oh?” Lance raised his eyebrows mockingly. He stepped closer, put out one hand and poked Shiro in the chest with it, hard enough to be not only rude, but annoying, a deliberate physical taunt to go with the verbal. “And if I do, Shiro? What are you going to do? You want to have a bad day, fine. But then I’m going to treat you just like the rest of us, I’m going to push, and I’m going to needle, and I’m going to tell you that you can’t just be a dick ‘cause you’re not feeling like --”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16518809 The curl of your lips in the centre of eclipse by thatsformetoknow 1k, Lance/Shiro, touch starved Shiro,

Kissing Lance hadn’t been on his morning schedule when he’d woken up today, but somehow here he was; on Lance’s bed, with Lance in his lap, Lance all over him everywhere and Shiro really for the life of him couldn’t bring himself to push Lance away, didn’t want to at all.

Because god, he had one hand in his hair and one hand cupping his face, gently brushing over his skin and tilting his head upwards and it was all Shiro could manage to part his lips when Lance licked at them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14930270 hold on tight by Hymn 5k, Lance/Shiro, pwp, establish relationship, sleepy ex, bottom shiro,

“‘m too tired to do anything,” Shiro warned, not quite certain he actually meant it.

“You can just sleep,” Lance said, voice muffled by his shirt. “I don’t mind. I missed you, dude. I missed cuddles, and like, your smell, and the feel of having you in my arms, y’know?”

Shiro wasn’t too tired to smile, at least, his heart picking up the pace, stomach fluttering with butterflies. “Yeah?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17046572 FootWork by AshesTheTerrible 7k, Lance/Shiro, clubbing, rough sex,

Shiro wasn't the same person he used to be. He used to be wild and young and free. Maybe those parts of himself had been lost along the way.

But for one night, he's determined to reclaim them. Lance is hardheaded and obnoxious and he's everything that makes Shiro want to give into those more primal urges again.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16811572 easier to lose by quiddative 42k, Lance/Shiro, AU, hockey,

"It's easier to lose than to win." - Wayne Gretzky

Shiro is at the peak of his NHL career. Unfortunately, being famous has its downsides, particularly when it comes to dating. And that’s on top of the fact that he’s still in the closet.

However, a chance meeting with college student Lance, who seems to be the only person in the entire city who doesn’t know who he is, gives him hope that maybe he won’t die alone after all. Just as long as he can keep his identity a secret.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16910493/chapters/39728568 Goodbye by SpicyJam, chapter 1: kidge - dirty grind 1k, Pidge/Keith, sparring, dry humping,

request:

i know you just pointed out that we’re all v thirsty for the sweet kidge content and you’re so right.. short drabble prompt: some good old fashioned ‘accidental’ grinding during a sparring session kidge?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14279403 Behind the Mask by Hannaadi88 4k, Lance/Shiro, aliens made them do it, master/pet, undercover,

Accompanying Shiro to a shady meeting with the leader of the Malachim Shechoreem (or the 'Space Mafia', as he liked to call them), Lance poses as the Black Paladin's pet to add to Shiro's credibility among those who own them.

And while Lance certainly looks the part, neither of them expected him to actually have to play it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14480427 Old School by chashuu 8k, Blaytz/Lance/Shiro, smut,

When they found Blaytz in an old cryo-pod, hidden away on a planet they’d fought so hard to liberate from Zarkon’s Empire, even Allura didn’t realize exactly who he was at first. The man was a legend, and honestly, an all around amazing guy. That being said, Lance would learn very quickly that the lessons the original Blue Paladin had to teach really were the best thing that ever happened to him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16378742 the importance of being idle by wajjs 15k, Lance/Shiro, future fic,

It's been years since the war has ended and Lance just keeps running away.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10024043 Gunna Go Far, Kid by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) 3k, gen, de-aged!Shiro,

Shiro finds himself in the body of a six year old. Again.

He's not any more happy about it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11621454 Brace for Impact by shyfoxes 15k, Lance/Shiro, AU, fight club,

"Not to be rude, my guy,” Lance said, “but you’re wrong. You are worth it. I’m going to prove it to you.”

“By doing what exactly?” Shiro asked, exasperated. “Standing outside Galra Tech with a sign? Spray-painting Zarkon’s car? There’s nothing you can do, Lance.”

Lance held his chin up. “What if I fight you?”

Shiro blinked, jaw dropping. “What?”

“What if I fight you? What if I fight everyone on that list to get to you?” Lance exclaimed. “If I win, you come with me. If I lose - I’ll leave you alone, forever.”

Or, underground fighter Shiro finally learns how to hope again from a persistent guy named Lance.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13817205 Full Moons and the Mornings After by Impetus 6k, Lance/Shiro, AU, fluff,

Lance really needs to stop letting stray wolves into his apartment.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14910051 honey and seawater by your bed by lacking 2k, Lance/Shiro, nightmares,

Lance’s head whips up, his shoulders rolling back as his spine straightens, standing at attention like he’s a fresh-faced cadet snapping off a salute to Iverson for the first time. Pidge and Hunk share a look, eyebrows raised with their lips pressed flat, amused or bewildered by Lance’s reaction, but Shiro makes a sound, metal knuckles pressed against the curve of his mouth, ducking his head as Lance sputters and asks the alien to repeat himself.

“You probably shouldn’t get your hopes up,” Hunk says, stage-whispering behind his hand as their escort leads them out of the citadel. “We don’t know what their definition of a beach is.”

Lance reflects on his changing relationship with Shiro, understanding both a little more and a lot less than he realizes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13791507 from your heart by godsensei 2k, Lance/Shiro, injury,

“If you pull this off, Lance,” Shiro says, moving his hand so Hunk can begin applying bandage pressure to the wound, “I’ll make out with you.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12089259 You're All That I Want by saecchii 6k, Lance/Shiro, abo, beta/omega, pining,

Lance doesn't think Betas deserve to be with anyone but Betas. Why would an Alpha or an Omega want him? Surprise, an Omega does want him and he won't let some stupid Earth culture stop him.

Ft. Omega!Shiro & Beta!Lance

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12773484 light up the sky by scriveyner (trismegistus) 27k, Lance/Shiro, abo, omega!shiro, pining,

There was no reason for him to be so upset. Lance let out a groan and buried his head in his arms, ears gone pink. So Shiro had a crush on Allura, so did Lance. Big deal. So Shiro liked to almost inappropriately touch Keith and be overly familiar toward him like they were boyfriends or something, so what? Maybe they were just really close friends. Or maybe Lance was trying too hard to buy into his own delusions and was just going to end up majorly disappointed. Lance groaned again, louder now, and then lifted his head and squinted out at the water.

Had it only been a week he’d been mooning over Shiro?

Teen Wolf

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4880440 Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband 25k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, bed sharing, fluff,

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4064446 Windows by dr_girlfriend 83k, Stiles/Derek, AU, disability, slow burn,

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2552132 Love Thy Neighbour by cywscross 22k, Peter/Stiles, canon-AU, fluff,

In which Stiles is an emancipated minor, and – after Peter Hale comes back from the dead – gains a zombie werewolf for a neighbour.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2209359 All's Fair in Love and Videogames by taylorpotato 22k, Peter/Stiles, cybersex, light BDSM, daddy kink,

Neither of them is aware of it, but Peter and Stiles play the same MMORPG. After Stiles moves away from Beacon Hills and goes to college, he and Peter start raiding together by accident.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1058001 (Fake) Winter Weather Brings Us Together by Rawren (Zimothy) 10k, Stiles/Derek,

So naked cuddling with Derek while suffering from hypothermia wasn't really on Stiles' to-do list for the week, but neither was that kiss--so who was Stiles to complain?

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7515700 Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup 14k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fluff and crack,

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.”

“Oh thank god!”

“Stiles?”

“I, uh, I need some advice.”

“Advice?”

“Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?”

Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.”

“Stiles...what are you doing right now?”

***

Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work.

Partly because their visit was a complete surprise.

But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend.

Or even know who Derek was.

But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1001802 Inertia by apocryphal 21k, Stiles/Derek, road trip, angst, fluff,

The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2297084 Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) by MellytheHun 71k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, therapy, pining,

Or otherwise known as "Derek Goes to the Doctor," wherein Derek gets the therapy he so desperately needs and gets healthy. The clearer his head gets, the more room it seems to have for Stiles.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5168423 The Socioeconomic Repercussions of Mutually Assured Destruction by alocalband 15k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, pining, obliviousness,

"The trouble with having the kind of brain that likes to write essays on male circumcision for an Economics class, is that it also likes to turn PowerPoint presentations for Biology into odes on the perfection of notorious bad boy Derek Hale’s backside."

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1071015 Just A Few Extra Benefits by heartsdesire456 13k, Stiles/Derek, friends with benefits,

When Derek comes to Stiles with a confession that he has trust issues that make any sex life impossible, he offers Stiles a mutually beneficial proposal:

They are close friends who trust each other explicitly, therefore, they can have sex with each other and take care of both his intimacy issues and Stiles's 'virginity' issue all in one no-strings-attached deal.

Derek and Stiles are comfortable with their arrangement... It's everybody else that is waiting for their friendship to be damaged beyond repair.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1913811 The Time Traveler’s Prerogative by weathervaanes 9k, Stiles/Derek, de-aging, fluff,

After the events of "117", Derek doesn't magically transform back into his twenty-five-year-old body. Instead, he's stuck as a sixteen-year-old for an unknown amount of time. So the pack has to learn to deal with it.

-0-

Stiles looks down at his hands and considers it. “If we could time travel, like my dad said,” he starts, “if you could find Derek in my dad's office wrapped up in my dad's coat with his face all full of ash not even able to look his sister in the eye, and you could be there for him, and not leave him alone, and not let him take the fall for everything Kate did to him, would you?”

http://archiveofourown.org/works/949047 Silver Only Shines in the Moonlight (And I Rise With My Red Hair) by yourguardianangel 26k, Stiles/Derek, vampirism, bloodplay,

Stiles died alone.

He didn’t honestly know what he had been expecting; he had made it a habit to hang out with (and occasionally fight) bloodthirsty supernatural creatures of the night, and that had become a more frequent occurrence after all of that Darach business a while back. As the warmth of his blood seeped steadily through his fingers and onto the cold, filthy floor, he realized that no one was coming, that no one would be there in time. Stiles couldn’t help the single whimper of utter helplessness. --- Stiles becomes a member of the rapidly growing Beacon Hills supernatural population, to his own disgust, and along the way he finds out a thing or two about himself and the people he cares about most.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1818415 How I Met My Werebunny by Moku 19k, Stiles/Derek, pranks, fluff,

“This is going to end in tears,” Scott told Derek while he watched the man easily lifting Stiles’ desk up with one hand and driving nails into the ceiling with the thumb of the other. “Probably mine.”

Or:

When a Stiles and a Failwolf love each other very much, they’ll engage in a prank war. Basically, it's a mating ritual for dorks in love.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/640428 Delicate by livthelion 27k, Stiles/Derek,

It’s been two days and Derek has apparently overcome his aversion to making himself comfortable in Stiles’ room. “Derek, that’s my shirt.”

“Yes.” He gives Stiles a look, your point?

Stiles grinds his teeth. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”

“I ran out of clean ones.”

Obviously.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1267789 Relationship Status: It's complicated by kellifer_fic 4k, Stiles/Derek, fake relationship,

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you're like, into me?

http://archiveofourown.org/works/631410 Truth or Dare by violentcrumbles 8k, Stiles/Derek, curse,

Derek can't tell the truth. At all. It's funny until it isn't.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5180441 Hide Your Lies by planiforidjit 11k, Stiles/Derek,

Derek and Stiles have been secretly together this whole time!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4020778 Untamed by rosepetals42 28k, Stiles/Derek, AU, harry potter,

Of course, the transfer kid gets mentioned because transfers are rare, but the news isn’t that exciting. In fact, according to Laura, no one even seems to know his first name. The only thing anyone has really figured out about him is that he’s American. And that’s not exactly hard because he obviously has an accent.

The only thing Derek really knows is that, despite other reports, he seems quiet enough, prefers to work alone, and has the most amazing shade of amber eyes that Derek has ever seen.

Not that he’s looking. Obviously.

OR: A Harry Potter AU where Stiles is a Slytherin transfer student and Derek is the grumpy Gryffindor who falls in love with him.

There are also potions, elves, and falcons involved. Oh, and illegal use of magic. Obviously.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1695293 The Werewolf Who Built his House of Brick by Ionaonie 40k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, h/c, fluff,

Now that Scott's human again, Derek isn't their problem any more.

So why can't Stiles stop thinking about him?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/484359 That Secret They All Know by Salomonderiel 20k, Stiles/Derek, fluff,

Somewhere, somehow, along the line, Stiles went from being the human sidekick of his stupid beta, to someone he gives lifts to when there's torrential rain, to being the one who sleeps beside him on the couch.

And god help him, but, for some reason he REALLY can't figure out - he doesn't seem to be doing much to stop this from happening.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2796392 Agent Halewinkle and the Stilinski Cheer Initiative by WhoNatural 6k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fluff, pining,

PROMPT: Derek is an elf sent to the "mortal world" to bring Christmas spirit back into the Stilinski family and accidentally falls in love with Stiles

He’s a senior Agent of Cheer, decorated numerous times by the Candy Cane Council for his work in bringing joy to the many jovially-challenged families during the jolly season. His attention to detail has been heralded as ‘heartwarming’, ‘inspiring’ and ‘hella swell’ by several respected trade publications.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1787755 Running Towards You by SnowshadowAO3 31k, Stiles/Derek, PTSD, recovery, fluff,

“It’s 2 A.M.,” Derek says. “What are you doing here?” Stiles turns to him with raised eyebrows. “We haven’t finished Harry Potter,” he says, as if it’s obvious, and Derek just stares at him. “I mean, if you don’t want to know what happens with Fluffy and the dragon, fine. But I personally think that the plot only gets better from here."

In which Derek and Stiles are both broken, but it takes a few paperback novels for them to realize that it makes them fit together just right.

A post-3B Canon Divergence, based on comment that said someone needs to sit Derek down on a couch and read him a nice book.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/613366 A Christmas Hale by Captain_Loki 14k, Stiles/Derek, fluff,

His mouth began forming the word 'no' in a knee jerk reaction, but it died on his lips when he actually looked at Stiles. There was no pity in his face, no sense of moral obligation or charitable intent, he looked...earnest and nervous and so much the sixteen that he was. He realized with a jolt that had his stomach twisting into something that felt nothing like anger that Stiles wasn't asking for Derek's sake.

- The boys spend Christmas together. There's copious amounts of sarcasm, some sharing of emotions and somewhere along the lines feelings develop.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4632642 "We're Not Dating!" by Glissa 16k, Stiles/Derek, frottage,

There must be something in the water supply in Beacon Hills. That has to be the only explanation as to why everyone thinks they're dating.

Either that, or there's something Stiles and Derek don't know.

Or: 12 times the pack, and the pack by proxy, think Stiles and Derek are dating but they aren't, and the one time they actually are.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2188908 Better Than Any Flame by alisvolatpropiis 4k, Stiles/Derek, beard kink,

“You've got something on your face,” Derek says, clearing his throat, resisting the urge to reach up and touch the scraggly beard, to get his mouth on it.

Stiles rolls his eyes but he still leans forward to bump a shoulder against his in greeting. “This thing,” he says, petting it. “Scott and I had a bet to see who could grow a better beard.”

Derek doesn’t even glance over at Scott, who he already knows is clean-shaven; he just holds Stiles’ unnerving stare, trying to figure out the look in those big brown eyes. It's something like innocence, but it's way too knowing, too sure, to be sincere. It's classic Stiles, really. Derek raises one eyebrow at him and strokes his own, better beard, making a show of luxuriating in how full and soft it is. “And you lost so you had to keep yours,” he says finally, fighting a smile.

Stiles tosses his head back in wide-mouthed laughter, and goddammit, Derek wants to lick, wants to taste, wants to feel. Stiles walks past him on his way to the dining room, patting him roughly on the shoulder, winking again. “I missed you too, big guy.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11168268 you’ve got me on pins and needles by jadore_hale 17k, Stiles/Derek, AU, obliviousness,

“At any rate, I’m not here to steal from you. One of the biggest potentially most important moments in my life is coming up and I find myself in need of a custom tux.”

“A tuxedo?” Derek halted, then tried not to laugh as he gave the kid a good look up and down. “Biggest potentially most important moment of your life?”

Derek picked up the broom and started sweeping, shaking his head. “If you need something for your little costume party, kid, rent something from party city.”

Stiles Stilinski needs THE perfect suit and Derek Hale is just the tailor to make it for him. Only Derek doesn’t exactly know that Stiles is kind of a famous movie star…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1817704 Introduction to Zero-Sum Anthropology by apocryphal 20k, Stiles/Derek, fluff, snark,

Stiles buys Derek a set of cooking spoons. Derek retaliates with lunch.

The war begins.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2534624 Cuddle Therapy by alisvolatpropiis 3k, Stiles/Derek, cuddling,

“Dude, did you know that Derek’s into dudes?” Scott asks the question as he shoves a folded piece of meat lover’s pizza in his mouth, last few words turning to mumbled mush.

Stiles tells himself that’s why he has to ask him to repeat it twice, even though Scott-talking-with-his-mouth-full is practically his second language, mastered when they were first graders, along with Scott-needs-to-use-his-puppy-eyes-now-because-words-are-hard-for-him-sometimes and Scott-talking-while-trying-to-pretend-he’s-not-having-an-asthma-attack (now a dead language thanks to the vigorous application of werewolfdom).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2356391 I Feel We're Close Enough by samann98 55k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, pining, friends with benefits,

Derek's two friends share a look and even Boyd can’t muster up the strength to deal with his pathetic attempt at denial. “Come on now, Derek, seriously? We know about you and Stiles.”

“Yeah, we know you two are fuck buddies,” Erica adds with a smirk, and Derek buries his head in his hands.

“That’s not exactly the terminology I would use,” he murmurs, his whole face burning with embarrassment.

“How else would you describe having sex with your best friend who has no clue you’re in love with him?” Boyd asks, actually sounding curious about his answer.

Derek lifts his head, opens his mouth to reply, but only ends up making a few ridiculous noises that can’t pass for actual words. When Derek finally just throws his hands up in defeat, admitting, “Okay, fine, that’s exactly how you’d describe it,” Erica and Boyd shake their heads at him.

Or the one in which Derek and Stiles are childhood friends, their freshman year of high school Derek makes the craziest suggestion ever, and four years later Stiles decides to take him up on it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1701203 some kind of karmic-chi love thing by llassah 27k, Stiles/Derek, drugs,

“Stiles, uh. You know I’m totally on your side? Like, I’ll never not be on your side, ever. But you know that weed’s kind of different for werewolves, right?”

Stiles mashes his face into Scott’s chest, tries to burrow down under the comforter. Scott sighs, pulls back and waits until Stiles is looking at him.

“I know. Just—don’t try and make me be the adult here,” he says, hates the plaintive tone his voice has taken on.

“He’s happy, Stiles. And I can’t believe you’d ever think I’d do that to you, buddy,” he says, ruffling Stiles's hair with a grin as Stiles slaps his hand away and hunkers down again, his ear against Scott’s chest, their feet tangled together.

- Derek Hale comes back to Beacon Hills stoned and happy. Stiles tries not to resent him for it, and mostly fails.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1359397 For Love is Not Ours to Command by weathervaanes 18k, Stiles/Derek, fake relationship,

Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right.

-0-

“Why does my dad say that you and your boyfriend are a bad influence on me?”

“What?”

“Yeah, what boyfriend? Dude, you are not allowed to not tell me crap like this. You didn't think I'd like be a douchebag or something. Right?”

“No, wait, what? I have no boyfriend.”

“He says you were with him at the police station.”

Stiles blinks. “Uhm. Oh shit.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/682201 walk me down your broken line by geordielover 18k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, angst, fluff,

The kissing. That’s important, very important. Not that the homicidal lycanthrope dragging him through dirt and fallen leaves isn’t important, but the kiss that follows? The path to this monumental push of lips on lips began even before this ill-fated venture to the Hale house.

The douchebag manhandling him through the forest, hand clamped tight around Stiles’s throat to keep him from screaming, is just a bonus.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/752428 Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain 17k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fluff, obliviousness,

“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."

"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/687704 The Morning When It's Clear by BarlowGirl 13k, Stiles/Derek, fluff,

“She makes me have dinner with her and the Sheriff every week,” Derek admits. “She keeps saying I don’t eat well enough. Too much fast food, she says. I keep reminding her I’m a werewolf and then I get a lecture about cholesterol. That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Did you accidentally puppy-dog eye her?” Scott asks seriously.

“I – no? What the hell, no.” He levels a glare at Scott. “And dog jokes aren’t funny.”

Scott laughs. “You totally did. Oh my God. That’s priceless.”

Or: Derek feels, basically.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5137046 It Can All But Break Your Heart by orbiting_saturn 7k, Stiles/Derek,

Turns out, Derek can’t go anywhere without getting hit on.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3362135 Ruin Me (Take Me Down) by xLostDreamsx 50k, Stiles/Derek, AU, underage,

Driving his teachers and his Dad crazy with his incessant trouble making, Stiles reluctantly accepts young college student Derek Hale as his ‘babysitter’, his Dad misguidedly believing he will be a positive role model to help guide him back to the straight and narrow.

Unfortunately for the Sheriff, he isn’t quite aware that Derek isn’t quite as up-standing as he appears and at the hands of his smart, young, manipulative son with a head full of ideas, his rather weak moral codes soon crumble.

Or put simply, Derek gives in to Stiles and things get hot and heavy pretty fast.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/817564 the shortest distance between two points (is the line from me to you) by decideophobia 23k, Stiles/Derek,

“You—I—” Stiles splutters for a second, scrutinizing Derek’s face. He huffs in frustration. “I take it all back. You haven’t changed at all, you’re still acting like a petulant ten-year-old who unleashes his bad mood on others. You know, all Unleash the Derek style.”

“‘Unleash the Derek’?” Derek asks, dubiously.

“Yeah,” Stiles nods, gazing out the window again. “You know, the thing where you dump your bad mood on others, pour your suffocating attitude over everyone around you, twist everything that is said to you into some sort of—insult or whatever. It’s what I used to call it back in high school.”

“Sometimes I get the feeling you were dropped on your head an awful lot as a child,” Derek says appraisingly, eyebrows furrowed.

Stiles snorts. “Yeah, right back at you.”

Derek’s lips quirk in amusement, he arches his eyebrows. “I was, actually. But unlike you I regained full health.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/622475 with metal on our tongues (we'll be dressed in rags) by Rena 18k, Stiles/Derek, AU,

Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6's new quartermaster. It's cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor's legacy and make Stiles' life more difficult.

AKA the one where Derek is 007 and Stiles is Q and they bitch and angst their way to a Happy Ending.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/602627 Our Memories Are Numbered by rufflefeather 23k, Stiles/Derek, amnesia, dub-con,

Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he's not expecting it to be Derek. He's not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that's coming for all of them. He probably should've, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4639482 'Till You Make It by standinginanicedress 46k, Stiles/Derek, soulmates, pining, fake relationship,

“I'm saying – let's fake it.”

Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he's fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”

“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we're doing as well as our parents want us to and then they'll be off our backs, right?”

“We don't have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he'd much rather be yelling. “We're literallysoulmates.”

“That's the beauty of it! It's going to be so fucking easy. I can't believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can't believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1166542 Anything You Can Do by Rosada 1k, Stiles/Derek, pre-slash, body swap,

Based on a prompt by Tumblr user prettiestcaptain: Pissing off a witch is officially on the pack’s no-no list. After Derek and Stiles get their bodies swapped, Stiles decides to explore the werewolf body he is now occupying. Derek is not thrilled at all about it and Scott is having the time of his life.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2259114 Three Marks by sanam 113k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates, slow burn,

"And then there was pain again, but this time it was in only three places—his arm, below his clavicle, and next to his heart, all on the left side. It felt like the skin was being sliced apart, ripped open, flayed off— And suddenly it was done. Derek looked across the room and saw the boy on the floor, looking about as bad as Derek felt."

Derek and Stiles learn that bonding is probably best done with ridiculous amounts of video games and maybe a little bit of time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1016307 In My Arm by lurrel 3k, Stiles/Derek, amputation,

Stiles has to cut off Derek's arm, and it's kind of handsy. An alternate storyline for Magic Bullet (1.04).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13401471 Stay by Smowkie 18k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, bed sharing, hypothermia,

Stiles had just gotten off his fourth long shift in a row and was looking forward to going home to his bed. He had plans to spend the next day, his first day off in more than a week, in bed or on the couch with junk food and bad tv. When he approached his Jeep and saw Derek on the ground next to the passenger door he groaned but hurried over.

“Derek, what the fuck? What happened?”

Or: another 5+1 bed sharing fic that nobody asked for.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3968296 Paint My Spirit Gold by Red_City 84k, Stiles/Derek, AU, mythology, touch starved, temporary character death,

There was a gift.

There was a curse.

There is a power in the house of Hale, given to the firstborn son of every generation - the ability to turn everything he touches to gold. Though the original intent of the power was thought of as a gift, in reality, it is a dreaded curse that causes the bearer a life of fear, isolation, and danger.

Thus, Prince Derek is born.

---

[Excerpt from Chapter 22]

He didn’t think much of his hands, or any part of his body, really - but Stiles gaze had lingered enough to make Derek wonder what Stiles’ thought. Now, Stiles honey eyes were fixated on Derek’s hands, running over them like they were something precious rather than tools of death.

“Hmm.”

“What.”

“Nothing, I just - I thought they wouldn’t look like normal hands.”

“Why.”

“Because they’re magic,” Stiles said, looking up to meet Derek’s eyes.

“They’re not magic, they’re cursed,” Derek said, tucking his hands back into the sheet.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13308726 The Quickest Way to a Man’s Heart (is Through His Bottomless Pit) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 54k, Stiles/Derek, AU, slow burn, shy!Derek, pining,

Pulling open his apartment door, he let out an involuntary shout when something was quite literally thrust into his chest hard enough to have him almost tip backwards. He managed to right himself while keeping hold of what had been shoved at him and looked up in time to see his neighbour striding back towards his apartment.

“You’re going to fucking kill yourself.”

His door slammed.

Stiles blinked at the other man’s door, utterly confused, and looked down at what he was holding.

It was a plastic bag, full of what felt like tupperware, which made no sense to Stiles because when had his neighbour broken into his house to steal his tupperware?

(SNYE - January 11th - Neighbours)

THE SOFTEST hoy shit!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4975684 There's a howling that stays beneath my skin by LunaCanisLupus_22 32k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, pining,

Cora inclines her head pointedly and he realises he’s half perched on the deck chair, ready to leap up and fight at a moment's notice. Or run. He shrugs out of his dad’s jacket, folding it over the edge of the chair, and then crosses his arms.

He’s relaxed, okay? He took the jacket off. He’s plenty relaxed.

Or Derek's obligatory vacation fic in South America after he left Beacon Hills (for good?)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3131873 Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch 109k, Stiles/Derek, AU, wolf!Derek, slow burn,

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.

Well, except for the fact that he's a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica's epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there's this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.

Oh, and the murders, of course.

But other than that stuff... totally the same old BH.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5821597 Days Like This by rlnerdgirl 18k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn,

Returning to Beacon Hills is a big step for Derek. He's starting his own business, rebuilding his old family home, and enjoying the feeling of being home. When he runs into the Sheriff and finds himself invited to a Stilinski family dinner, it's not nearly as strange as he would have expected, and when Stiles starts becoming a regular part of his new life, it only feels natural.

“The first thing Derek notices is that Stiles is taller. The second is that he’s more filled out. This shouldn’t be a surprise. Not living in Beacon Hills doesn’t stop the machine of social media, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen pictures, but it’s different in person. Stiles, now Derek’s height, maybe an inch taller, still has the same wide smile and loose-limbness about him that he did when he was in high school. Between the height and the muscles though, this Stiles wouldn’t make anyone second guess that he played lacrosse. The only thing people would second guess about this Stiles is the fact that he was always on the bench.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11669214 Framed by Nival_Vixen 65k, Stiles/Derek, action, accidental pack acquisition,

Stiles' first day at the FBI was also going to be his last. That had to be some kind of record, surely?

...

On his first day at the FBI, Stiles discovers that Derek is wanted for mass murder. Stiles knows that Derek's innocent and is determined to find out who framed him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12971160 Fully Grown by thedaughterofkings 36k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates, wolf!Derek,

The pup smells of summer, of heat in the air, lightning in the sky.

No amount of growling sends him running; he just keeps standing there, staring. He's no threat though, smells of sparks but not of fire, no taste of ashes on the tongue.

Satisfied, he turns around, leaving the pup behind, ignoring the acid scent of anxiety and fear that suddenly fills the air.

~*~

Stumbling across a wolf in the preserve is not what Stiles expects when he goes for a run the last night before school starts again. But even if the wolf acts more intelligent than a mere animal, he can’t have anything to do with Stiles’ unusual soulmark, four vicious scratches down his forearm, can he?

And what is Kate Argent doing back in Beacon Hills for the first time since the Hale Fire?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4585491 Hunger of the Pine by utsu 48k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, pining,

Normal. A word with meaning akin to water, slipping right through his fingertips. Elusive in the long-term; a flickering understanding he accepts and loses track of in a passing moment.

Normal had never, ever seemed an applicable term to a life ridden with werewolves.

or: the one where the pack figures out that Derek and Stiles are in love before Derek and Stiles do.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1820941 In the Early Morning Hours by acolonf6 13k, Stiles/Derek, bed sharing, pining,

Stiles remembers sleep, remembers it well. Stiles and sleep are totally buds…or at least they used to be. Ever since everything with the nogitsune went down, sleeping just hasn’t been the same.

(Until Derek starts showing up)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7312444 What You Wont by Spitshine 17k, Stiles/Derek, AU, Shakespeare, trans character, pining,

Derek’s protests dried up in his throat as Laura’s eyes bled red, but he rolled his eyes and huffed out, “Fine,” knowing full well he was being childish and not caring. All the complaining she did about his taciturnity, and then cutting him off the one time it really mattered. Well, Laura could hardly blame him for the inevitable failure of his so-called marriage if she wouldn’t even let him talk long enough to tell her he had never once felt attraction to a woman.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12408531 When You're Close I Feel the Sparks by Leslie_Knope 39k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school,

The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles' poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year.

“We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/518799 Apparent Lack of Ceremony by Loz 3k, Scott/Stiles, first time, frottage, friends to lovers, bed sharing,

Scott keeps climbing into Stiles' bed at night to cuddle. They don't talk about it in the morning.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1110863 A Phenomenon When You Came Along by Loz 17k, Scott/Stiles, road trips, bed sharing, friends to lovers,

Stiles and Scott embark on a road trip together. This isn't a metaphor (except for how it is.)

“It’s okay, I’m good.”

“Yeah, you’re the best,” Scott replies automatically.

It’s one of their stock phrases, something they’ve said since childhood --- as natural to them as their ability to communicate through eyebrow-raises, their super-secret handshake and their unending loyalty to one another, but Stiles thought they’d retired it when they were fifteen, so he glances at Scott quickly.

“Sometimes I think we’ve forgotten how to be us and then you say something, or look at me a certain way, and it all comes back.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/484734 Came home, like a stone (fell heavy into your arms) by queerly_it_is 10k, Isaac/Scott, first time, friends to lovers,

In the aftermath of Gerard's final attempt to bring down the pack; Isaac and Scott's friendship becomes something more, as they forge a new connection and learn to trust each other and themselves.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2420705 Like real people do by queerly_it_is 15k, Scott/Stiles, pining,

Stiles waits until Scott’s focused on the game, eyes narrowed and his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, fingers tapping at the controller, before he says, “So I think we should kiss.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1595759 Lost and found by holesinthesky 9k, Stiles/Derek, emotional hc, friends to lovers, sexual identity,

"Most people look at Derek and assume he is having more sex than anyone else in the room."

In which Derek has the worst time, but then it gets better.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2772911 When It Happens by matildajones 5k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, fluff, friends to lovers,

Stiles turns his head and looks up at his friend. “Have you ever thought about it?” Derek asks. “What?” “Thought about us dating.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13560063 Parallels by inatshej 21k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, pining, UST, light dom/sub,

Stiles slowly pulls in a mouthful of curly fries, dumbly focused on the task. ''It's weirdly homoerotic how you do this,'' muses Derek, eyeing him. Stiles chokes and Derek's lips curl up into an almost smile. It's so easy to get the reaction he wants from Stiles. ''Yeah, it's disgusting, Stilinski,'' says Jackson, looking at the boy with distaste. Derek turns to him, letting his eyebrows rise. ''And who asked you, Whittemore?'' Jackson glances at him, surprised. ''I've just agreed with y-'' ''No one cares,'' Derek interrupts him. ''Fuck off.''

https://archiveofourown.org/works/940345 And, And, And- by captainkoirk 8k, Scott/Stiles, bed sharing, friends to lovers, pining,

Stiles likes to be sure of things, when he can be. It comes with the territory; growing up on the wrong side of gangly, complete with a late growth spurt and a nail-biting habit. Precocious as they come and constantly mistaken for being younger. An ex-prodigy child with a mean streak that grew up too fast because a broad vocabulary means hitting hard and getting your barbs hooked.

Stiles can do tunnel vision with the best of them, knows every Pre and Post iteration of himself, can pick at a moment and know his own inevitable shifting, from Mom's death to his first day of high school to his first brush with lycanthropy. And yet he can't pinpoint when Scott's leg pressed against his own changed from something he wouldn't even register to the sort of thing that twists in his gut and pulls the air from his lungs, because Scott's been his constant when the world won't stop spinning and Stiles wants off, and Stiles can't quantify any of it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3742582 the place that’s out of view by Loz 10k, Scott/Stiles, soul bond,

“As far as I can ascertain it’s a proximity curse,” Deaton says, still leading Stiles away from Scott’s house, walking quickly enough it’s nearly a jog. “Your life-forces have been merged. As you come into contact, he weakens and you strengthen.”

“Is it temporary?” Stiles asks. He feels almost normal, now. Close to himself. Sick to his stomach, but not supercharged.

Deaton frowns. “I don’t know.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/468406 Let us Stray 'til Break of Day by Loz 55k, Stiles/Derek, emotional manipulation backfiring, snark,

Derek decides the best way to get Scott to join his pack is to seduce Stiles first. Derek makes terrible decisions.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/489098 make the most of it by preromantics 12k, Stiles/Derek, sex swap, scent kink,

In which some witches swap out some pretty important parts on Stiles for new ones, Stiles takes it in stride because things like this happen (right?), this is his life now, supernatural shit all over the place, but Derek definitely does not take in it stride. // Stiles can just roll with this, just like he rolled with werewolves existing and magic existing and various other way more gruesome things than suddenly having a vagina and some pretty, honestly spectacular breasts.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/554708 You let me push under your bones by ellievolia, morphosyntactic 10k, Stiles/Derek, girl!Derek,

He’s not used to girls sleeping with him in his single bed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4154790 Wild Horses by thepsychicclam 78k, Stiles/Derek, AU, slow burn, permanent injury, scars, UST, past trauma,

Derek's a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family's failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn't expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff's shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn't expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2366066 I Might Be A Fool by prettylittlementirosa 35k, Stiles/Derek, AU,

The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault. So when Derek let’s out what must be his hundredth long-suffering sigh, Stiles snaps.

(or the one that was supposed to be a GRΣΣK AU but is mostly just a study in the gratuitous and inconsistent use of punctuation)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12742563 Slow Hands by aussiebee 8k, Stiles/Derek, pining, hand kink,

Derek is suddenly made aware of Stiles in an entirely new and uncomfortable way; specifically, his hands. His wide, strong, clever and dextrous hands.

Derek is kinda screwed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12258063 Throw Me to the Wolves by skoosiepants 13k, Stiles/Derek, h/c

He feels the physical embodiment of devastated, his already too strung-out mind struggling to wall up all the hurt, the rejection—he takes a deep shuddering breath and looks down at the shredded skin on his arms, at the sluggish way they’re weakly healing.

There is nothing, nothing he wants more than to have Derek sweep in and make everything all better. He should have known, though, that something like that would never happen to him.

OR -

Stiles accidentally gets bitten, and everything goes to hell.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11953764 Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8 30k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, feral!derek,

Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.

Except, apparently, Stiles.

Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12626415 We're caught in stone, you know we might not make it by LunaCanisLupus_22 29k, Stiles/Derek, AU, childhood friends, friends with benefits,

He does this thing then, while Stiles is watching, rolls his left shoulder a little as if he’s adjusting the books in his arms and suddenly Stiles recognises him from the gesture.

“Oh my god,” he cries, dumping his books, bag and coffee into one big mess on the ground and rushing over to them at once.

Or the one where Derek and Stiles are childhood buddies who lost touch and reconnect by chance at college. Only they end up doing a lot more than just reconnecting.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12689862 This Counts, Right? by we_are_the_story 2k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates,

Block-lettered versions of the first words your soulmate will say to you are outlined in black when you are born, or your soulmate is born, and are consequently filled in within a minute of the first meet.

Stiles doesn’t think, “You’re going down, 24,” can constitute as a friendly conversation, or a nice, normal beginning, but Stiles never really cared. And he got a lucky number out of it, so that should mean something, right? The only thing is that a number generally means a sport, and he and sports had always had a mutual hatred for one another. But Stiles would never let something as trivial as a disagreement get in the way of being a good friend, so when Scott joined the lacrosse team at school, Stiles did too, took 24 as his number and didn’t expect anything else.

But then it happened. And it was simultaneously worse and better than he could have ever expected.

Or: too many people are injured during a lacrosse game against their rival team and Stiles must step in, only to unexpectedly help ensure a win. Stiles still doesn’t really understand.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11082210 Full Circle by kaistrex (weishen), klimt 19k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, kidnapping,

Stiles wakes face to face with the muzzle of a black wolf and he does the only thing any sane person would do in such a situation: he screams.

A hand – a furry, claw-tipped but human-shaped hand – comes up to cover his mouth. He follows it with his eyes to a furry wrist disappearing into the sleeve of a leather jacket, up to broad shoulders and to the head of the wolf looming over him sprouting from the collar of a Henley.

A wolf. Wearing clothes.

Stiles sags backwards with relief. It’s okay. He’s just dreaming.

–

All Stiles had wanted to do was warn a newly-returned-to-town Derek Hale that some unsavoury-looking men had put a target on his back. Instead, he gets kidnapped, turned into some sort of human-fox hybrid by a spell gone wrong and, oh yeah, werewolves are a thing.

This is all Scott’s fault.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12888906 The Hardest Thing In This World by yodasyoyo 4k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, h/c,

Stiles is not a wolf, but he has the heart of one.

After the Hale fire Derek and Laura go to stay with the Stilinskis, and end up finding more there than they could ever have hoped for

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13130385 When You Wish Upon a Nymph by KaliopeShipsIt 19k, Stiles/Derek, established relationship. accidental pregnancy, mpreg,

Sheriff Stilinski rescues a nymph who wants to grant him a wish in exchange.

John accidentally wishes for a grandchild and chaos ensues.

A Derek!Mpreg as witnessed from John's POV.

Merry Christmas everyone :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12278055 Never Letting Go by Captain_Loki 4k, Stiles/Derek, first time, bottom derek,

Stiles is the first person that Derek has sex with since Kate. Derek is the first person that Stiles has sex with, ever. It happens during that summer researching the Alpha pack.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2113620 What Good Are Rules (If You Can't Break Them) by wishingonalightningbolt 9k, Stiles/Derek, AU, friends with benefits,

Derek is trying to come up with something witty to say in return when he realizes that he’s smiling. He purposefully turns the corners of his mouth down into a dramatic frown. “Fuck you, Stilinski.”

“Wow, you have a way with words.”

-0-

In which Derek and Stiles engage in no-strings-attached sex. It works out about as well as you might imagine.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7446664 The Dead of Night by nameloc_ar_115 19k, Stiles/Derek, AU, vampire!stiles, kidnapping,

What's the point of being captured by deranged scientists who want to experiment on you if you have no one to share it with?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7064629 Devil Unicorns by CrazyJ 27k,Stilles/Derek, pining,

“Stiles, Derek’s been gone for almost four months man, he’s not coming back,” Scott said gently, placing his hand on Stiles’ shoulder, knowing his friend needed the support. “If he was going to come back, don’t you think he would have by now?”

The room grew heavy as Scott’s question hung in the air, the truth of his words permeating everything but the thick defence Stiles put up anytime Derek was mentioned. To be honest, Scott didn’t understand it. He had liked the dude, appreciated his help more than he had considered him a friend, seen his value in the pack, but he wasn’t heartbroken that he had left. If he was being completely honest, it was easier now that he was gone, the dude was bad luck and things had been good since he and Braeden had disappeared.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2798522 Hurt Me (to Heal Me) by SushiOwl 51k, Stiles/Derek, AU, BDSM, sub!Derek,

Stiles likes his job, he does. It's just that his boss is an asshole. Stiles has been working for Hale and Associates for a while now, and he's learned to take Mr Hale's treatment of him with a grain of salt. They're coexisting, more or less. Stiles puts thought of his boss out of his head when he heads to a BDSM club called The Menagerie for the first time. It's a nice night, everything is going well, but everything changes when he sees his boss there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/602124 Last Day on Earth by Saucery 3k, Stiles/Derek, first time,

Stiles refuses to die a virgin.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/452969 We Should Become More Adventurous by skoosiepants 8k, Stiles/Derek, AU,

Werewolves are the kind of horror you only find in books and movies and gay porn, so forgive him for being a little slow on the uptake.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/378434 he is and as he is by jaegermighty 1k, Stiles/Derek,

First times and muffins.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/943047 my chest is a field full of landmines by Amber 5k, Stiles/Derek, masturbation,

Derek Hale's emotional problems extend to his penis. Stiles plays therapist.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11013228 At least the Road to Hell is paved, I'm not good with Stairways by lady emebalia (emebalia) 170k, Stiles/Derek, AU, BDSM, disability,

When Derek signs up on a BDSM dating site, he expects things to be straight forward. Turns out the road ahead has more unexpected turns than he thought. But at least Stiles comes well equipped for twists and turns.

Definitely one of the best BDSM fics i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. lady emebalia is a fantastic writer.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5365487 Human is Just a Word by lady emebalia (emebalia) 173k, Stiles/Derek, AU, dub-con, biting kink,

Getting claimed by a werewolf has so not been on Stiles' agenda for the night. But at least he can choose whose human pet he's going to be. That's a plus, right?

only the first sex scene is dub-con (due to fuck-or-die/get raped by other character), the rest features enthusiastic consent. There is abuse and one non-con scene featuring two minor characters at the end of the fic tho.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2330807 Pale Skin and Fragile Bone by fakinbrilliance 62k, Stiles/Derek,

Stiles asks Derek to teach him self-defense.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14996549 Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 58k, Stiles/Derek, AU, Wolf!Derek, mates,

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.

Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.

He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.

“I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12088854 Stained Glass Windows by KouriArashi 85k, Chris/Peter, AU, kid fic, slow build,

Peter survives the fire and suddenly finds himself trying to raise children with only a vague notion of what he's doing, while trying to cope with his own grief and find his family's murderer. He ends up turning to Chris Argent for help, and nothing goes as expected.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14334453 Five Times Stiles Fell Out of a Window and the One Time He Jumped by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 14k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, pining,

“What are you doing?”

Stiles started so violently that his hands slipped. He was leaning out so far, and his balance had been relying on his hands so much that he just tumbled right out the window, rolling along the slanted roof and letting out a loud shout when he fell over the end.

He landed hard on his side, pain shooting up his shoulder and let out a very loud curse that his neighbours probably all heard. He rolled onto his back with a groan, clutching at his injured shoulder, and opened his previously closed eyes in time to see Derek standing on the roof, staring down at him with the eyebrows.

How was Derek’s entire language just eyebrows?

“What the hell?” Stiles demanded, sitting up and still holding his injured arm. “Where did you come from?”

“The door,” Derek informed him, giving him a look.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13417734 The Not So Beauty to Your Not So Beast by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 64k, Stiles/Derek, AU, royalty, modern, pining,

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski?”

All eyes instantly turned to Stiles and he felt his stomach drop. They’d taken his dad. They’d actually taken his dad and were here to tell him so.

“Yeah?” he asked in a small voice, feeling ready to be sick.

The second he spoke, two of the four regular guards moved through the rows, the lead guard speaking.

“By order of his Grace Peter Hale, you have been selected to begin your employ under the royal house of Hale.”

Wait.

What?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13444578 Drive Me Crazy by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 1k, Stiles/Derek, road trip, bickering,

“Stop making that sound,” Derek snapped.

“What sound? There’s no sound.”

“That,” Derek insisted. “That sound!”

“What, me breathing?” Stiles shot back. “There’s no sound, Derek!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11060220 This Isn't What I Wanted (but I can't keep my filthy fucking mouth shut) by LadySlytherin 26k, Stiles/Derek,

Alt-S3A, wherein the alpha pack strikes at Derek shortly after taking Erica and Boyd. They kidnap Stiles and bite him, but Sparks aren’t made to be wolves. When the bite doesn’t take, Stiles’ self-preservation instinct makes a choice between dying and surviving at any cost. But the price paid is a steep one, and not something Stiles ever wanted for himself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6544285 Gambling Debts by lady emebalia (emebalia) 141k, Stiles/Derek, AU, BDSM,

Stiles owns a casino, Peter has a gambling problem and Derek has to pay his uncle's debts. You know the setup, you know where this leads. Or maybe not …

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13881453 Extraordinary by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan) 109k, Stiles/Derek, AU, disability,

An awkward encounter with a man of few words in the laundry room of Stiles's building sparks a chain of events that will change the way he sees the world forever. A little story about finding a place for oneself and someone to share that place with.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13938150 in this twilight (i can't see shit) by Anniely 39k, Stiles/Derek, AU,

About three things Stiles is sure:

First, the people in Beacon Hills are supernaturally gorgeous and he has no idea why he was allowed in. Second, if he hears 'mountain lion' one more time, he's going to do some serious maiming. And third, Derek Hale looks at him like he wants to eat him. And Stiles might just let him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14662854 Something Rotten by HappyJuicyfruit 78k, Stiles/Derek, drug use, prostitution, homelessness, past rape,

Dammit, this was another reason he hated walking around a big city at night, he always managed to catch glimpses of the dark underbelly. He turned around, planning on going the long way home, but he froze when he heard the voice-

“Let me take you home,” a man said.

“That will cost you more. I get the money before we leave, and I take another hit at your place before we do anything.” Another man slurred.

That voice. It sounded like- Derek’s feet were moving him towards the men before he could think.

“Stiles?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15631620 Dress Me Up In Stitches (Or, Five Times Stiles Got Hurt And Hid It, And One Time He Couldn't) by rockmusicplays 22k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, injury,

Stiles is determined to help the pack protect the town any way that he can. Derek and Scott keep trying to sideline him for his own safety, but Stiles isn't having it.

Even if it kills him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15503010 Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 81k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, feral!Derek, possessive!Derek,

Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/670586 Cross My Soul by ecarian 31k, Stiles/Derek,

Sometime around mid summer, during the intervening weeks of baseball camp and recovering from baseball camp and the latest Minecraft update, Jinx hops up the plastic step stool to their bed and says, “Derek’s daemon won’t talk to me.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/736142 Messy by blacktofade 1k, Lydia/Stiles, pegging,

As soft as Stiles appears, he’s surprisingly firm beneath Lydia’s hands.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/758433 Be Sure by blacktofade 1k, Stiles/Derek, watersports, possessive behaviour,

Stiles likes to think he’s an open-minded guy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15866892 Magical Encounters by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 105k, Stiles/Derek, AU, phone sex operator, angst, stalking,

“Shut up and talk to me.”

Spark laughed, and it made Derek’s muscles relax even more. God, even just his voice was enough to calm him down. Derek wished their relationship wasn’t what it was. He knew it could never be anything more, but he wished they’d met under different circumstances.

“Well, which is it? Shut up, or talk to you? Or did you need a little bit of relief?” Spark’s voice lowered and it shot straight to Derek’s groin. “Are you in need of some other services, Derek?”

“Don’t do that,” Derek snapped. He hadn’t meant for it to come out so hostile, but Spark didn’t often use that voice with him. His ‘service’ voice. The one he used to get people off. When Derek was having a normal day, he didn’t mind it so much, but today? No, today he felt it go straight to his dick and he did not want to do that to Spark. He didn’t.

He fucking didn’t!

“Sorry, sorry,” Spark said quickly. “Yeesh, it was a bad day, huh? Okay, no problem, let’s make you happy again. As happy as a grumpy motherfucker like you can be, anyway.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15719427 I'm Lost In You by matildajones 13k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates, coma,

He knows he should move but a part of him still feels paralyzed. He has clear feelings of not being able to move his body, of not being able to even blink.

“Oh my god,” Stiles says, and he clambers to his feet, feeling dizzy. He easily finds a mirror in the room and then the most gorgeous eyes stare back at him. They’re a sea-green instead of the normal brown that he’s used to.

He’s looking at his soulmate.

Stiles wakes up in his soulmate's body, on his twenty-second birthday, with blurry memories of the past year. Derek doesn't wake up at all.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15869025 The Sun to Rise by andavs 7k, Stiles/Derek, AU, Alpha!Derek, Emissary!Stiles,

Stiles has an imaginary friend. He's kind of a dick.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/941881 You Always Make A Bloody Mess by Sweetsyren 5k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, scars, injury,

Stiles is used to hiding his scars.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/515709 And You Say You're Alone by taelynhawker 30k, Stiles/Derek,injury,

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/702099 Thunder, Steal the Wind by qthelights 10k, Stiles/Derek, forced proximity, h/c, injury, frottage, first time,

Trapped in a thunderstorm with an unknown creature chasing them, Stiles and Derek find they need to trust each other to get through the night.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/648444 Under Pressure (Approximately 7lbs) by shlynn 2k, Stiles/Derek, injury, h/c,

Stiles breaks his collarbone.

Well, Derek breaks Stiles' collarbone.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/562077 Say it Sweet by morganoconner 4k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, truth serum,

"Wolfsbane." Derek grits his teeth. "Interrogation blend. Still in my system. It makes me talk."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/614989 Never Cage A Rabid Wolf by tty9 49k, Stiles/Derek, AU, prison, prison appropriate warnings,

Stiles is sent to prison, and gets assigned to a cell with-

“Hale?!” Scott gasped as his gaze followed Stiles’s. “You got Derek Hale?! Oh boy, man, good luck with that buddy, that guy is a psycho!” His voice had become worryingly high pitched. Stiles’s heart started thumping in his chest, and he swore it actually skipped a beat when Hale looked up at them, his eyes searing into Stiles’s who quickly dropped his head. His beef (or was it pork?) slop suddenly looked very interesting.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/925944 constant as a northern star by Hymn 6k, Stiles/Derek, smut, Derek discovers he loves to bottom

Derek stole a chicken wing from Stiles’ pile, said “You’re special," in a way that was probably meant to be a subtle jab at Stiles’ sanity but really just came out sounding like Derek was having emotions.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1664021 I Can Kill You With My Mind by Snowjob 4k, Stiles/Derek, psychic bond, masturbation,

Response to an open prompt on tumblr:

I need a fic—no, this fandom needs a fic—wait, THE WORLD NEEDS A FIC where magic!Stiles accidentally forms a telepathic bond with Derek while having sex with someone else.

He may or may not be having an orgasm at the time.

He also may or may not be picturing Derek while doing it. - Jerakeenc

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1533503 Seeing Double. by doctorkaitlyn 62k, Stiles/Derek/Stuart Stilinski, AU, twincest, polyamory,

Derek had always had a thing for libraries, even before he started working in one. There was nothing like the feeling of having all the knowledge in the world at his fingertips, nothing like the quiet serenity that only books could bring.

One day, that serenity was shattered by two young men, twins to be exact, sitting in the English Literature section and firing off rapid Polish at a completely inexcusable volume. Derek told them to be quiet, like he'd done to dozens of other students, and that should have been the end of it.

In reality, it was just the beginning.

or, that fic where Derek falls for both Stiles and Stuart (and the feeling is definitely mutual.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/899188 Riding the Lightning by Vendelin 23k, Stiles/Derek, AU, temporary amnesia, past torture,

Stiles finds himself on the doorstep to his home in Beacon Hills, not remembering how he got here or why he’s barefoot. As it turns out, he was abducted a couple of weeks earlier from a college party and bears the same marks on his body as victims of a serial killer his dad just can’t seem to get a hold of. So there he is, with no memories of what happened, the last couple of weeks like a blank line in his mind and knowing all too well that he’s the best shot they have at catching this guy. As a key witness and in acute, assumed danger, he finds himself under surveillance 24/7 and more often than not, his dad’s best Deputy: Derek Hale, is sitting at his kitchen table.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/857035 Just a social construct by queerly_it_is 2k, Danny/Stiles, first time,

"I really was kidding," Danny says. It'd be more of a put-down if it wasn't said against Stiles' mouth, if his hands weren't on Stiles' hips while Stiles just sort of twitches against the wall he's being pressed into.

He mumbles back, "I really wasn't," trying to get Danny to use more tongue. Stiles is maybe already a little addicted to Danny's tongue. It's a problem.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/850274 Bought the T-Shirt by the_deep_magic 6k, Stiles/Derek, first time, fuck-or-die,

Stiles needs some help with a thing. (Post-ep for 3x03 "Fireflies")

https://archiveofourown.org/series/34394 And Will Not Be Commanded series by whiskey_in_tea 13k, Stiles/Derek, Derek/Erica,

He can’t decide if it was worse when Derek was with Erica, when he would touch her shoulder or hip with his fingertips and the perpetual frown of his forehead would smooth out, just for a single, tender second, or now, when his hands are always empty at his sides and Stiles is starting to feel compelled to offer himself to fill them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/515616 You are the Moon by skoosiepants 10k, Stiles/Derek, AU, wolf!Derek,

Stuff Stiles doesn’t like to deal with first thing: hot, moist dog breath in his face, a cuddly werewolf creepifying his perfectly normal morning wood with shades of bestiality, and his dad holding his service revolver up against the skull of his bedmate, never mind the fact that his bedmate could possibly be a vicious unhinged rogue omega.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/532552 You Taste Like Glitter by dizzzylu 1k, Danny/Stiles, first kiss,

There was a time in Danny's life when he'd have sworn he had better things to do than sit in a club and check out the latest guy his ex is trying to hook up with. That is not the case tonight.

(written for the prompt: Danny sees Stiles at a gay bar and asks him to dance to make his ex jealous, only things get a little out of hand when he realizes Stiles is really into it and is not so straight as Danny thoughtat the Everybody Loves Danny Fanworks Fest)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/546446 Hide Of A Life War by Etharei 26k, minor Stiles/Derek, BAMF!Stiles, hostage situation, injury,

“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning...”

The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2262240 A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse 115k, Stiles/Derek, AU, arranged marriage,

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1935087 my heart's been offline by thepsychicclam 58k, Stiles/Derek, AU, online dating, past drug use,

31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)

26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)

Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/754219 Alpha Complex by Hatteress (goddammitstacey) 3k, Stiles/Derek, smut,

"Hold still," Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek's neck to keep him from turning and it's laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him. Except it is. Because Stiles' fingers are gripping the nape of Derek's neck, pressure sure and hard and Derek- Derek can't fucking breathe.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8804740 Your Darkness Will Be Rewritten by Omni 11k, Stiles/Derek, AU, incubus!Stiles,

Stiles is no guardian angel. In fact, as an incubus, he's pretty far from it. But still, it seems he's always there at the right place and the right time to be the protector that Derek didn't even know he needed.

(An alternate timeline where Stiles prevents the Hale fire, and returns to Beacon Hills years later when someone's performing three-fold ritualistic killings.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11342160 Honey, Can't you See (The Bloodstains on my Teeth) by Loup_Aigre, TroubleIWant 44k, Stiles/Derek, canon AU, soulmates, angst,

“Mr Stilinski.” Deaton’s usually impassive face betrays a hint of surprise today, maybe even disappointment. “You haven’t changed your mind.”

Stiles tips his chin up, smiling against his irritation. “Nope,” he confirms, so cheerily it bites. They had arranged this weeks ago, yet Deaton was apparently betting Stiles wouldn’t go through with it in the end. Fuck that. He doesn’t know what it’s like out there, not really. He can afford to hold himself aloof and uninvolved, knowing his druid power is enough to keep him safe in this little office. Stiles can’t. Scott’s pack has got to protect this whole town, and Stiles’ spark isn’t enough to protect all of them while they do it.

The thing is, magic isn’t like the fairy tales. It’s blood and risk and sacrifice. Nothing comes without a price, and anyone who tries to say different is baiting a hook to gut you on. Stiles knows that, has known it since he was a kid and his mother started training him for the inevitable day when he’d need to fight for his life.

That day had come four years ago when she died, and it hasn’t stopped yet.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/23664 Good Things series by alchemy 10k, Stiles/Derek, first time, smut, power dynamics,

His social circle consists almost entirely of creatures of the night and men who dress as women; if he ever wants to pop his cherry he’s going to have to make some concessions somewhere.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/114250 the one where the Hales are related to the Addams series by callunavulgari 8k, Stiles/Derek, AU, uuuuh gore?,

“So is this a werewolf thing or a you thing?” Stiles asks eventually. He’s half-hysterical, but his heartbeat is still steadier than Derek would have expected it to be. “Because I’m pretty sure Scott would die if I chopped off his head.”

“It’s a me thing,” Derek says. “Well, it’s a Hale thing. A Hale-Addams thing. Look, can you help me reattach this? I’m a bit out of practice, so it’ll be easier if you do it.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3518480 Better Than Deep-fried Twinkies by shift (clarz) 7k, Stiles/Derek, AU, rodeo,

There’s a guy sitting cross-legged in the hay, seemingly unconcerned with the cow excrement almost certainly contained within it; Inara’s laid down in front of him, and he’s leaning forward, her huge head cupped tenderly in his hands, his cheek almost touching hers. He looks completely enraptured, staring into her eyes intensely and rubbing her cheeks in slow circles, leaning into her with his whole body like she’s precious and beautiful and everything he ever wanted. It’s weirdly intense, and should really be off-putting, but Inara looks sleepy and calm and happy, and Derek is way too distracted watching the guy’s hands, long-fingered and beautiful, massaging her face tenderly.

In which Stiles hits on Derek's cow, then hits on Derek. Also in which Stiles' eyelashes are favorably compared with those of a cow.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4646664 as you are by veterization 34k, Peter/Stiles,

Stiles runs straight into a tree and suddenly, things are... different. Namely, he's in a world where Peter Hale is his boyfriend.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/486351 Hearts in High-Vis by tourdefierce 7k, Stiles/Derek, smut, exhibitionism,

It's three days after the events of Master Plan (S2 Finale).

A fic in which Stiles has questions, Derek wants to talk about his feelings, everyone is hurting and not really anything gets resolved or answered but they do manage a puppy-pile.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15741372 The PlayLiszt by dylanssourwolf 21k, Stiles/Derek, AU, hand kink, classical music,

Dr. Derek Hale is one of the most qualified musicologists in the country. He’s damn proud to be one of the most sought-after specialists in the world; he’s done his fair share of travelling to colleges all over the country to to give insights on the musical structures of some of the most famous pieces of classical literature.

While he can't really play any of those pieces, he does have a particular choice of pianist when it comes to listening. Mieczysław.Derek likes to think he’s in love with the guy, even though he isn’t sure if Mieczysław is a first name or a last name or even a name at all, and he's never once gotten a glimpse of the pianist’s face. It’s about the music, the money-makers, and the guy’s hands are plastered on everything.

The only other pianist who may be well on his way to being as talented as Mieczysław is a student by the name of Stiles Stilinski. He's just come back to school after a semester off and is now taking an independent study with Derek, who's trying desperately not to fall for his student. There's one peculiar thing; Stiles always has his hands mostly covered by fingerless gloves, yet still, Derek swears he's seen them somewhere.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16225304 We Are Here by suburbanmotel 7k, Stiles/Derek, pining, touch starved, h/c,

Derek is touch starved. Stiles has beautiful hands. And so it goes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11697558 Bittersweet and Strange, Finding You Can Change (Learning You Were Wrong) by WithMyTeeth (Ylith) 50k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fake dating, sugar daddy,

When perpetual loner and failwolf extraordinaire Derek Hale finally loses patience with his meddling family, he grabs a confused Stiles Stilinski, unsuspecting diner patron and herbal medicine student, off the street to pose as his new boyfriend. Hijinks ensue.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10503357 To Build a Home (Of Sorts) by nogitsune_lichen 75k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, angst, fluff,

The words were stuck on loop, Stiles’ broken voice repeating them over and over. Derek didn’t realize he was crying until he let out a broken noise, so low he could barely hear it himself. His hands dug into his eyes trying to stop the flow but the tears kept coming. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t be strong like he’s supposed to be.

He was weak. So weak.

He walked away from the only person that felt like home.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but acknowledge that by the time he got back, his home would be miles away, once again leaving him all alone.

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Or the healing/getting together AU that involves building a house together and a healthy dose of angst.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1047593 You Are series by Livinginfictions 104k Stiles/Derek, fake dating,

With the Hale pack finally settled and safe, it only makes sense that something would happen to screw it all up. To top it all off, Stiles has to pretend to be Derek's mate, or face a pack of angry Alphas. He's doomed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15202121 Lost on you by devilscut 51k, Stiles/Derek/Peter, polyamory, incest,

A deadly encounter with an Alpha changes Stiles' life forever - kicked out and betrayed by his best friend and brother, Scott McCall, he leaves Beacon Hills, but much to his surprise not alone. Ten years down the track, living a life he never dreamed possible, a chance meeting brings back memories of that night - the good and bad mixed with a whole lotta WTF that even now still has him scratching his head as to what happened.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15931463 Door to Door Enquiries by katiemorag 1k, Stiles/Derek,

John and one of his deputies are carrying out door to door enquiries when Derek Hale answers the door of the final house on the street wearing only a pair of boxers.

Those boxers look really familiar to John.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1142392 lift you to your higher ground by verity 4k, Stiles/Derek, awkward boners,

Derek takes a deep breath before he looks up. "I was going to Jungle to pick up a guy."

"Huh." Stiles taps his fingers against his bottom lip. They come away red; there's already lipstick on his teeth. "You know, there's an app for that. Grindr. You're—I bet you could just get guys to come over, like pizza delivery."

"I don't like pizza," Derek says.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/781435 Of college boys, old tv shows, trust and heavy petting. by Original_Cypher 7k, Stiles/Derek, neck....kink?, maybe trust kink??,

It's a quiet midday during Spring Break at Derek's. Stiles is set on a lazy afternoon, and judging by the way Derek is sinking into the couch, he won't get any arguments from the sleepy alpha, so he settles for his usual routine of 'petting the werewolf's hair'. It all goes like usual until they make an interesting discovery.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1183982 make something good by verity 7k, Stiles/Derek, kid fic, babysitting, lactation kink,

Stiles sighs and slouches down in his chair, taps his pencil against his desk irritably. He spent a year and a half fighting evil, being evil, and then fighting evil again, and now he's just—a glorified babysitter.

This is how it ends: not with a bang, but a whimper.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1057876 all wound up in you by verity 2k, Stiles/Derek, fluff, physical disability, bed sharing, knitting,

Stiles's blue project grows steadily, the finished pieces draped over each other haphazardly on one edge of the knitting basket in the living room. Sometimes Derek touches them, squishing the springy wool between his fingertips. Maybe it's an afghan: those are supposed to take a long time to make.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1562651 the devil makes work by llassah 7k, Stiles/Derek, masturbation, awkward sexual situations,

“It takes Stiles four days to notice something’s wrong. Well it’s not like jerking off three times a day is unusual behavior. The third day, he has his usual good morning session, comes straight home from Lacrosse and jerks off without even taking off his jeans because it’s laundry day tomorrow and it’s not like he’s got standards. And everyone jerks off last thing at night; it’s like a glass of warm milk for your dick.”

Stiles has been hit by a jerking off curse. He might not make it through May unscathed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1239916 stem of the bloom by languisity 5k, Stiles/Derek, Nemeton/Stiles, dubious consentacles, first time,

“I have to fuck that tree,” he tells Scott and Allison at lunch. The cafeteria is packed but Stiles doesn’t bother to keep his voice down.

“Okay,” Scott says. “Wait, what?” He’s been a little slow lately, but that’s forgivable. True Alphahood, darkness in his heart. Those things build up.

“The Nemeton,” Stiles says, rolling a tater tot around in ketchup. “I’m gonna put my dick in it.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/936514 the dog days are over by M_Leigh 5k, Stiles/Derek, wolf!derek, stiles is a dick,

"To say that Scott and Stiles are surprised when Derek manages to turn into a wolf – a big one, an actual real-sized wolf that probably weighs twice as much as Stiles on a good day – would be an understatement of the highest caliber, but even so, they’re not half as surprised as Derek himself."

Derek changes into a wolf. He decides to stay that way.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/521237 Lovebitten by LunaCanisLupus_22 10k, Stiles/Derek, awkwardness,

The one where Derek gets bitten by a lovebug and Stiles is the first person he lays eyes on. Hilarity ensues.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/712284 Your Yoda I will Be by darksylvia 5k, Stiles/Derek,

Stiles offers to give Derek tactical training.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/762715 may your path be the sound by magneticwave 13k, Melissa/Sheriff, Stiles/Derek,

This may make Melissa a terrible mother, but things were so much easier when Scott and Stiles were unpopular and spent their weekends on either her or John’s couch, playing Mario Kart and talking about all of the stuff they were never going to be cool enough to do. Scott and Stiles’ weekends now mostly involve blood and Derek Hale.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/698441 Special Collections by hannah_baker 16k, Stiles/Derek, AU, everybody lives,

Stiles Stilinski is a senior in college working on his thesis. Derek Hale is the grumpy (though inhumanely attractive) special collections librarian. All they needed was a common interest to spark a friendship that becomes more than either of the bargained for.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/703198 A Life Less Ordinary by Jebiwonkenobi 19k, Stiles/Derek, buried alive, giants,

It takes a few years but eventually they manage to agree on something; Derek Hale is an asshole, and Stiles Stilinski is in love with him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16303505 Captain’s Log: I am Sly as a Fox by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 42k, Stiles/Derek, pining, fox!stiles, magical mishap,

Derek wandered into the store with him, some of the cashiers cooing at Stiles because, yes, yes, he was very cute, thank you. He was getting more attention as a fox than he’d ever gotten as a human.

Figures.

He just pouted while being carried through the store, one of the girls helping Derek with what he needed and bringing it all to the cash register for him since he seemed reluctant to loosen his grip on Stiles. He probably didn’t want him wiggling free and wreaking havoc across the store.

He was pretty destructive, he’d admit that.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15452388 Breathing You In by lavenderlotion 29k, Peter/Stiles, PTSD, touch starved,

“Good morning, kiddo,” his dad said, and the words hurt.

All Stiles wanted to do was step forward and let his dad hug him, allow his father to give him comfort. His father's hugs had always been all-encompassing, the way he would fold himself around Stiles and hold him as tightly as he could.

Stiles stepped around him, careful not to let foreign skin touch anything that was special to him.

Anything he loved.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16225304 We Are Here by suburbanmotel 7k, Stiles/Derek, pining, touch starved, h/c,

Derek is touch starved. Stiles has beautiful hands. And so it goes.

Onward to Part 2!

#notdead recs #rec list #multi fandom #voltron #teen wolf

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SDCC 2018 wrap up

Ok now that SDCC is over, I feel like I should do a little wrap up for the weekend. I got to sit and wait for all the trailers and news to come out since I couldn’t afford to go, so this is gonna be strictly from the “Nerd on the Couch” perspective. I’m putting a read more in case anyone wanna skip this.

Titans: The trailer was alright. Robin’s in a bad place because of Batman so his “Fuck Batman” line is justified. Starfire and Beast Boy could still use some work, but it was only the first trailer, so we’ll have to reserve judgement until the show comes out. I’m looking forward to it anyway.

Young Justice Outsiders: It’s actually real. I thought for the last two years we’ve all been thinking it’s not coming and that we’ve all been living in a dream about wanting it back. I was in the middle of the store when I saw the trailer and my heart stopped. Two minutes of Season 2 recap, including Wally’s ‘death’ (HE ISN’T DEAD ALRIGHT!? HE’S JUST IN THE SPEED FORCE AND NOBODY CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE DAMMIT!!!) before we get the new footage. The new characters look amazing, Geoforce looks like he’s going to be a good character, hopefully we’ll get Terra since she’s “been missing for two years”. Still waiting to see M’gann, Kaldur, Beast Boy, and the rest of the season 2 cast, but I’m excited for this one more then Titans.

And since both shows above are going to be on the DC Universe Online service, I can see paying $75 a year for it if we’re going to get more Young Justice. With all the shows coming out on DCUO, like Harley Quinn, Stargirl, Swamp Thing, Doom Patrol, and all of the older shows like Batman The Animated Series, Wonder Woman, the older DC movies and the comics, I can justify paying that much for a yearlong subscription.

Supergirl: Season 4 looks like it’s going to be interesting. Agent Liberty seems like a decent antagonist, but with the way this show has done in the past, hyping a villain for the first half and then swapping it with a generic bad guy for the second, I don’t have much hope. It looks like they’re toning down the relationship drama from season 2 and 3, which is good. I’m honestly thinking they’re going to screw Lena’s character development and have her go evil Luthor judging by how season 3 ended with her “We can begin phase two” line and having the Harun-El made up that she gave to Alura. A few quick shots of Alex as Director of the DEO sporting a new haircut, nothing too revealing except for the Supergirl spacesuit at the end. I saw it and my mind went to the first Injustice 2 game trailer from 2016 with the armored look. I’m looking forward to the new season, not keen on it being on Sundays before the Charmed reboot but have to get the viewers for a remake somehow.

Arrow: Oliver Queen in prison. That’s a hell of a concept for the season. We know something’s going to change and he’s going to be out by the fourth or fifth episode, possibly earlier. Decent shots of the other characters, Dinah wearing SCPD riot gear was a nice touch, Laurel-2 denouncing vigilantism makes for an interesting idea considering what the hell she’s done in the last seasons. Diaz is fine, not enjoying having him around again but since he didn’t get killed at the end of the last season, it’s fine. Longbow Hunters might make for interesting fodder, but we can’t be sure until the show starts. I’m sick of Felicity, but that arguments been done to death. We all know it was Roy in the Green Arrow suit in the end of the trailer. If it had been Diggle, we’d have seen his face and since we know Roy’s back, it doesn’t really give us many options to choose from. I’m glad it’s on Mondays now so I can watch it and keep up instead of being behind.

Legends of Tomorrow: It looks great. This one has become one of my favorites on the network and I’m glad to see they’re getting more episodes. Hopefully this season doesn’t get shafted and end up getting thrown to a different night or time or cut in the middle for a different show. Bringing Constantine back for a regular spot is a good move considering what they’re going to be dealing with thanks to the fallout from killing Mallus. Dragons, demons, all sorts of magical and mythical creatures. “Couldn’t we be heroes just a little longer?” made me laugh and it’s that sort of thing that makes Legends stand out to me. It can be dark and gritty but still lighthearted and fun. It’s what Flash started to be and it’s what Arrow needs to be. I’m glad it’s going to be on Mondays along with Arrow.

Flash: Coming off of the reveal that Mystery Girl is actually Barry and Iris’ daughter (which I’d had a feeling about anyway since she was so giddy at the wedding in the Crisis crossover), Nora seems to be a fun addition to the cast this year. I’m honestly looking forward to seeing what she messed up, why she came back, and why didn’t she learn from Barry’s mistakes about screwing with the Timeline. Cicada looks to be interesting, and I hope he’s going to be the main villain for the year. I want to know more about how Caitlin was Frost before the Accelerator and Flashpoint happened, or is it a side effect of Flashpoint two years later? Guess we’ll find out in October.

Aquaman: The trailer looked amazing. This might just be part of what the DCEU needs to get its shit together and stop being so grimdark. Wonder Woman proved DC movies can do fun and lighthearted and still hit some dark themes and notes, and this looks like it’s going to do the same thing. Jason Mamoa looks as badass as he did in Justice League, Amber Heard is beautiful as Mera. Atlantis looked amazing. I’m thoroughly excited and December can’t come quick enough to see this.

Shazam!: One of my favorite DC heroes, man. Zachary Levi just killed it in this trailer and I was laughing the whole way through. If the movie keeps that same energy up, I’ll be damn happy. March release for this one and I’m ready to go!

Godzilla: King of the Monsters: It’s frigging Godzilla, fighting his own list of bad guys. Mothra, Rodan, King Ghidorah, all classics that should have been in the first one instead of the MUTO. I’ve always been a Godzilla nerd, so when I saw this trailer I was geeking the fuck out. I’m definitely excited for this one.

Now, you’re probably wondering, “Hey, where’s Voltron in all of this?” and you’d be right that I haven’t talked about it yet. I have spent three days milling over the reveals from the Voltron panel and been trying the right ways to word things, so I don’t seem like I’m being an asshole and damning myself with what I’m going to say. Now, with that out of the way.

The season 7 trailer looked good. We’re going back to Earth, so who knows how much time really has passed since the only indication we’ve had was the week that Kuron was in the Galra fighter before Keith and Black found him back in season 3. I’m sad to see that season 8 is going to be the last of VLD, but I can understand why, since they were only approved for so many episodes. Going back to a 13-episode season is the best thing they could have done. Keith piloting Black still kind of irks me, but with Shiro only having one arm, I guess it makes sense. I would much rather have Allura in Black, put Lance back in Blue, and give Red back to Keith, but that’s a whole other post.

The big thing people took away from the panel was “You’ll meet Shiro’s significant other, Adam.” When I saw that on Twitter, I was…. I’m not gonna lie, I was disappointed. You’ve had six seasons of moments between Shiro and Allura, the Hand Touch, the way she looked at him when he said “You found me” at the end of the season, how adamant they are about saving each other every time they’re in danger, Shiro’s resolve to get her back in Season 1 after she threw him into the shuttle and got taken by the Galra. And now it’s all thrown out of the airlock?

No offense to the writers, Josh Keaton who gets mad credit for keeping this close to the chest and not revealing anything, the fans that are a fan of this plot point for the next season, but I’m not a fan. Don’t get me wrong, LGBT representation in animation/kids’ media has come a long way in a few short years. Look at Steven Universe. One of the main characters is a literal fusion of two she-pronoun using space rocks. I just feel like this is shoehorned in like a checkmark on an RPG character creation. “PTSD? Check. Missing limb? Check. Male POC? Check. What else can we check to make people happy? OH! Gay! DOUBLE CHECK!!” is what it feels like to me. To me, this feels like the writers have been shadow stalking Tumblr, AO3, FF.net, everywhere else Voltron is big and made their choice but what the popular ships were in the search results.

Make Shiro gay, fine. Make him bi, that’d be a better option because then we can ship him with whoever we want and not get comments that say that shipping Shiro with Allura or any other female member of this show is gay erasure. By saying “Shiro’s gay”, you’re shooting all of the other Shiro ships in the face. Shieth shippers are over the moon, Shallura shippers are sitting in a corner, Klance shippers are looking between the two going “WTF”, and the rest of the internet’s like “Why is it a big deal?”

I feel like I should stop there about this. This is already more then a page in my word doc.

SDCC 2018 was fun to watch from a distance. CW brought some good trailers, DC killed it with 8 trailers, and Voltron is what it is. Now begins the countdown for SDCC 2019.

#SDCC 2018 #Titans #Young Justice Outsiders #Arrow #Supergirl #Flash #Legends of Tomorrow #Godzilla #Aquaman #Shazam

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Forced Bonding

· The Tie That Binds by leonidaslion (Supernatural, Explicit, 3K, 2011)

o No one asks Sam what he wants.

o [Wincest, incest, non-con elements, forced bonding, angst, John is a shitty parent, minimal smut]

o This is the angsty fucked up version of a forced bonding fic. But I’m trash, so I love it.

· Necessity by notboldly (Star Trek, Mature, 14K, 2010)

o When Jim is attacked by a telepathic species, Spock bonds with him to save his life.

o [slow build, romance, minimal smut, telepathy, empathy, bonding]

o A classic forced bonding to save your life fic. Focuses on the discomfort of the sudden intimacy and how that brings them together.

· ♥ ♥ Then You Think Again by leah k (blinkiesays) (Teen Wolf, Mature, 22K, 2012)

o "You had no idea that it was going to work!" Stiles throws his hands up. Why is Derek the most frustrating werewolf in the history of ever, why is Stiles even helping him, why is this his life? "Why did they even believe you in the first place?" Derek says, "You reeked of me," which is unfair. Stiles only smelled because he'd gotten covered in Derek's bodily fluids trying to staunch the bleeding.

o [bond or die, hags made them do it, bonding, forced intimacy, empathy, useyourwords!Derek, humor, sarcastic!Stiles, UST, pining, werewolf instincts, scent!kink, minimal smut]

o Another one where Stiles’ voice is on point. Funny and tense with the UST. Forced bonding for the win. Their relationship builds really nice and organically.

· Here Comes Your Man by hannahrhen (Avengers, Teen-Explicit, 25K, 2013)

o (Reluctant!Soulmate AU) An unexpected bond forms between Tony Stark and one of his greatest enemies. But not everything before is forgotten, or forgiven.

o [Tony/Loki, forced intimacy, dub-con, angst, bickering, denial of feelings]

o This relishes in the awkwardness of forced intimacy as Tony has no understanding or patience for the bond. It’s laid out as a series, but really this should have been chapters of one fic.

· ♥ ♥ Choices by Kethrua (Dresden Files, Mature, 28K, 2011)

o In an AU to Changes, Harry sold himself to John Marcone instead of Mab. They both take a while to adjust to this. Written for the Kinkmeme, for a prompt requesting both serious treatment of the issues and smut. Contains non-explicit reference to past child abuse and rape.

o [bonding, dubcon, magic, power imbalance, healing, hurt comfort, smut, trust issues]

o I love this fic so much. It has perfect pacing and character development. The love and growing trust between the characters is so obvious and yet understated.

· A Shove Towards Love by General_Button (Voltron, Teen, 31K, 2016)

o A simple rescue mission turns into chaos when the species on the planet Novaria take an interest in the lives of two of its paladins.

o [Klance, meddling aliens, aliens made them do it, but there’s no smut, bickering, pining, mind meld, forced proximity, soul bond]

o This is great example of the trope. Keith and Lance are somehow both pining and acting like they can’t stand each other at the same time, and you just want to smack them, until you don’t.

· ♥ Debt of Honor by Brianna Falken (Star Trek, NC-17, 33K, 2009)

o Six months after being taken prisoner and raped by a Vulcan captain, Kirk finds that same Vulcan is now being assigned as his first officer when peace between Vulcan and Earth is declared. Originally published in the print fanzine Beyond Dreams 7 (2004)

o [Non-con, non-reform Vulcan, super angst, rape recovery, healing, bonding, slow build]

o This starts with a pretty graphic rape scene so please take care of yourself, but if that isn't your trigger or you can get past the non-con, this is a lovely story about forgiveness and healing. It’s actually one of my favorite star trek fics, something about the characterization both breaks my heart and gives me all the feelz. Literally the definition of a fandom classic since it came out of a fanzine.

· Defendere by Lomonaaeren (Harry Potter, Mature, 37K, 2012)

o When Harry stumbles into a magical ritual meant to enslave Draco, he manages to create a bond that leaves Draco with some free will. And the ability to irritate Harry in the name of "guarding" him.

o [Drarry, forced soul bond, dub con, lots of consent issues, free will issues, slow build, pining, UST, angst, forced intimacy]

o This one felt weird because of all the consent issues, but it does deep dive into the forced bonding and intimacy, and it’s well written. I’m just not sure I think this relationship is actually healthy, but it’s fanfic so, ehhh. The author does address the consent issues, don’t get me wrong, I just couldn’t 100% believe that they were solved.

· Unexpected Consequences by lauren3210 (Harry Potter, Explicit, 39K, 2015)

o Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded with Malfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. Harry didn't know why he expected anything different.

o [Drarry, slavery sort of, consent issues, slow build, healing, enemies to friends to lovers, trust issues, magic, bullying]

o Draco is completely in Harry’s power and must learn to trust his jailor. It’s very good. One of those classic Drarry fics IMO. It’s what Defendere could have been.

· ♥ Present by reillyblack (Teen Wolf, Explicit, 112K, 2018)

o When Stiles's best friend Scott presented as a werewolf, it was just the worst. Worst by far was that it meant Scott had to leave immediately to live with the werewolf pack in the mountains -- which no one knew anything about. Stiles couldn't even visit, so he only got to see Scott once a month when he came back to visit his mom. It sucked. A year later, he presents too.

o [world building, ABO dynamics, werewolf dynamics, scent kink, inventive werewolf world, like—super inventive, soul mates, Oblivious!Derek, plot, smut, UST, pack dynamics, pack bonding, BAMF!Stiles, Stiles doesn’t take shit from anyone]

o As you can tell from my tags, this fic has precious and wonderful world building. I absolutely adored it. It’s everything you could want from werewolves. It’s also well plotted and fun as hell.

· Rare Merchandise by CateAdams (Star Trek, Explicit, 120K, 2015)

o Jim and Spock are kidnapped by Orion slavers during a diplomatic mission, transported to a location outside of Federation space and sold to a mysterious woman who commands an entire world. Once there, they are forced to participate in her terrifying agenda: their friendship used against them and their strength brutally tested. Can they survive and escape, or will they be used to bring down the Federation itself?

o [For want of a nail, angst, action, Non-con elements, character torture, forced bonding, mind meld shenanigans.]

o This is a very action oriented fic that will keep you reading late just make sure everyone lives through it. It has some mind rape elements though, so be careful there.

· ♥♥ other things the road to hell is paved with by LuciaZephyr (Dresden Files, Explicit, 138K, 2011)

o Book One of the Matter of Chicago series. Diverges from the canon plotline from Fool Moon, chapter 23, running on the idea of Marcone not holding the Idiot Ball and thus getting Harry to sign his contract. Very slow burn romance. Essentially an AU take of the entire series.

o [slow burn, deliciously slow burn, magic, power imbalance, magical contract, Oblivious!Harry, manipulative!Marcone, trust issues, plot]

o This is one of those perfect fics. I don’t know what else to say; look up a summary of the Dresden Files and then read this if you haven’t read the books. It’s better than the source material. The bond is more an oath of fealty/obedience than the more traditional telepathy or empathy version.

· Human is Just a Word by lady emebalia (emebalia) (Teen Wolf, Explicit, 173K, 2017)

o Getting claimed by a werewolf has so not been on Stiles' agenda for the night. But at least he can choose whose human pet he's going to be. That's a plus, right?

o [fuck or die, forced bonding, so much angst, slow build, pack dynamics, werewolves are known, BAMF!Stiles, scent kink, forced intimacy]

o This has a lot of similar qualities to Present, so if you liked that, then you’ll probably like this too. It has a different concept of the intimacy of wolves and enough drama/tension to burst a blood vessel.

· Bond by Anna Fugazzi (Harry Potter, Mature, 204K, 2006)

o Yet another one of those Harry and Draco Are Forced To Be Together By Something Beyond Their Control And Then Stuff Happens Leading To Twoo Wuv stories.

o [Drarry, fandom classic, fuck or die, UST, pining, smut, they eventually fuck like rabbits, magic compulsion, bonding, mystery, angst, loss of virginity]

o This is the OG best of the best of Drarry bonding fics. If you haven’t read it and you like either Drarry or the bonding trope, then what even are you?

· ♥♥ The Saffron Soul by BeautifulFiction_FMA (Fullmetal Alchemist, Explicit, 267K, 2010)

o When a serial killer blurs the lines of alchemy in an effort to seal two souls together, Ed finds himself under suspicion from the police. Can he prove he is innocent, or are he & Roy doomed to suffer the consequences of the killer's ideals?

o [RoyEd, BAMF!Edward, BAMF!Roy, murder mystery, action, adventure, dream sharing, empathy, plot, smut, slow burn]

o This is one of my favorite fics of all time. I’ve reread it countless times. The characterization is amazing, the plot engaging, and the writing wonderful. All of her FMA works are great but this is the masterpiece.

#fanfiction #fanfic recs #forced bonding #harry potter #supernatural #voltron #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemsit brotherhood #dresden files #drarry #klance #destiel #teen wolf #sterek #soulmates #soulbond

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 6 years

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Your asthmatic Lance fic was AMAZING and you're one of my fav voltron writers! Would you maybe be interested in writing something where the rest of the paladins leave to do a mission except for Pidge, who is at the castle to keep the defenses up, and Lance, who's protecting her (who was also left at the castle because he's got a cold). But Lance's cold turns into a really bad respiratory infection, complete with a fever-migraine, and he tries to hide it because he's protecting Pidge??

(YOOOOO THIS IS SO GOOD. WHAT AN A+ PROMPT. Also so sorry took so long! And I made this way more dramatic than I think u asked for lol! Also warning for self loathing thoughts and depression!)

Every so often Lance would have an off day.

Days where he didn’t feel right. Where he’d feel like he didn’t belong, feel lost. He’d feel worthless, and insecure. Days where he’d question his place in the universe, and every answer he’d come to terrified him. There were days he’d feel so small and minuscule, so insignificant. Days where he just felt..blue.

Sometimes they wouldn’t come for months, and sometimes they would happen every week. Sometimes they lasted a day, and the next morning he’d be his bright, bubbly self, but sometimes they lasted weeks and he’d be stuck in that dark place trapped for what seemed to be an eternity.

But for the past while, they’d come a lot more frequently and he’d have them for longer. They’d happen so often that it became easier and easier for Lance to conceal them.

He wasn’t quite sure why they happened, but he had a hunch. Lance wasn’t completely sure, but he theorised it might have been the pressure of having the entire universe’s fate in his hands. Or maybe the fact that the universe was a lot bigger than he expected, and that he felt so small in retrospect. Or maybe even simpler; being constantly surrounded by people better than him, stronger than him, more talented than him.

He wasn’t sure, but he’d felt down for quite a while now.

Lance’s friends were supportive, of course, they were the best friends in the entire world and he genuinely did not deserve them. But they made him feel so small. To no fault of their own; it’s just that everyone had their thing, and they were all damn good at their thing. And Lance was just your average joe. He just wished he could be more.

So Lance tried. He really did. He’d spent all his free time training, trying to be faster, stronger, more precise with his shoots. He’d try without rest. Until he was exhausted, drained of all energy. Until his bones were weak and fatigue seeped into his being. He would never stop until he was good enough.

But eventually his body went against him in a desperate plea to save itself, and forced him to stop when he had caught a cold that did not go unnoticed amongst his teammates.

It all started with a briefing.

It was a briefing that Lance was pretty excited for, because it gave him an opportunity and try to be good enough, to be of merit this time. Lance wanted to be good enough, and he wanted to prove that he could, although he wasn’t quite sure. This mission was important to Lance.

But then he started to cough a little into his sleeve, trying to stifle the sound against the thick fabric, which worked for the most part. He went undetected by then. But by the time Shiro had gone on to explain Lance’s role in the mission, causing attention to gravitate towards him, Lance could quite hold back the harsh, ticklish sneezes that escaped him in a rapid flurry.

“Holy Kaltenecker! I had no idea where that came from!” Lance giggled, trying to cover up his slip up, but his tone was empty.

Keith’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Lance..”

“Oh! I think I got it! Keith just smells!” Lance teased, his voice awfully strained and croaky, giving him enough time to finish his sentence and then sending him off into a fit of coughs that had him doubling over into his now surely germ infested jacket sleeve.

Keith normally would’ve fought back defensively, but he was too concerned to even think about doing that. His frown only deepened.

Hunk frowned, “I don’t think that’s it, buddy..”

Lance scoffed playfully, trying to keep up his cheerful facade with his shining, but empty grin, “Oh c'mon Hunk, I’m fine! I’m ready fight some baddies! I’m gonna kick their asses!”

“Hm,” Shiro commented, worry etching onto his face, “Maybe..we can leave the ass kicking for another day, Lance.”

Lance blinked, “What?! No, Shiro, we can’t be postponing missions! The people need us–”

Shiro smiled softly, a little sadly, and approached Lance gently, placing two hands on his shoulders in a reassuring manner, “I know Lance, you’re right. But what I mean is..maybe you should take a day off, okay? Stay here.”

Lance’s eyes widened, bewildered, his voice cracking from the shock, “W-what?! N-no, Shiro–”

Shiro shushed him by placing the back of his hand against Lance’s forehead, sighing at the result, “Yup..that’s no good. You’ve got a light fever going on there, buddy..and we don’t want you getting any worse, okay?”

Lance froze, a lump forming in his throat as his blood turned cold. His hands shook a little as his breath began to pick up slightly, an impending sense of doom looming over him, weighing down on his shoulders. He couldn’t quite stop the sense of uselessness pounding at his heart and the icy feeling of blue that spread across his veins.

“Sh-Shiro, wait, i’m fine, honestly! I-i can do this!” Lance tried desperately, his voice quivering a little and he felt so pathetic for being this desperate. But Lance needed to prove himself. To alleviate this feeling of nothingness. So he can feel something, be something.

Shiro smiled fondly, “Lance, I admire your determination and it’s great. Truthfully. And as great as you are as a teammate, as your friends..we need you to rest. We can hold ship for now, and maybe not forever, so we might as well get you in fighting condition as soon as possible.”

“I’m..just not doing enough for you guys,” Lance whispered tiredly.

“What? Yes you are, Lance. You’re being too hard on yourself,” Hunk reassured.

Shiro looked over to Pidge, “Pidge, we’ll need you inside the Castle and scan the ships and give us intel, okay? Lance, you can stay here and protect her just in case, and with Coran off doing his mission the Castle needs protection.”

Lance didn’t budge, unable to shake the feeling. He felt very down all of the sudden, a huge weight suddenly weighing down on him and he just felt so tired. Like all the lights had just gone out.

“See? You are doing something,” Shiro said gently, and while he meant this with the utmost kindness it made him feel so small.

Lance felt so tired, and to everyone’s surprise he was quiet.

He accepted this in quiet, choosing to battle his thoughts all by himself. Lance left shortly after in the guise of getting rest. But that night in his room his body was doing everything but rest. His mind certainly wasn’t, in this state of racing with itself in a tremendously fast pace as all these belittling thoughts invaded and warred with himself until he was drowning in it.

Then late at night he would train and try to drown out the noises in his head. Just so they could stop for at least a little while.

Lance could barely get out of bed the next day.

He felt so heavy. Every inch of him seemed to be weighed down by some inconceivable force, and it was awful. He tried to open his eyes but they would only droop closed. His bones felt incredibly weak and unable to support his feeble body. His head felt heavy with a raging fever and a splitting headache

Most of all, his chest felt so heavy and congested that as he exhaled little wheezes sounded out.

Every inch of him was begging him to go back to sleep, and as much as Lance’s heart fought to stand up, his body had had enough and was screaming at him to rest. So his body won, sending him back into sleep.

Lance woke up a bit later to an awkward rhythm of rapping on his shoulders, a little cautious even.

“Um..Lance? Do you think you can wake up?” Keith said softly, also awkwardly.

Lance woke up groggily, groaning as he became aware of the splitting headache brutally invading his brain. A hand shot up to his forehead as he attempted to soothe the aching body part.

“Lance?!” Keith gasped worriedly.

“Fine,” Lance choked, waving him off as he clenched his teeth together and tried to vigorously massage the pain in his head. Just as he opened his mouth to try and get Keith off his back, a croaky, strangled cough escaped his threat which escalated into a violent fit that had him doubled over.

Keith leaned forwards and immediately began to hit his back to help Lance out, and eventually the fit began to subside leaving Lance completely breathless and gasping for air and Keith shaking from shock.

“Lance you don’t have to–” Keith tried again, worried out of his mind.

“I’m fine! I’m barely doing enough as it is so I’ll be just fine!” Lance snapped, irritable from his splitting headache and the overwhelming heat that appeared to be pouring off of him.

Keith’s eyes widened, then softened a little, “Lance. What are you talking about? You’re allowed to take it easy. We’ve all taken sick days. I had one last month, and I didn’t even go out of bed!”

“Because you actually provide something to the team!” Lance shot back harshly, more towards himself than at Keith. A few fevered tears sprung to his eyes which he hastily wiped away with his jacket sleeve.

“Lance..” Keith said emptily, completely stunned.

Lance huffed and shook his head, wrapping his jacket closer to himself as his body shook with fever, “Its my fever. Lets go.”

Lance made his way out of the door and disappeared out of Keith’s sight before Keith could even move leaving him at a loss on what to do.

After a quick quick rerun of the plan, the Paladins were pretty much ready to start their mission. The briefing went relatively okay. Lance still definitely felt like shit and his wheezy breaths were definitely not going unnoticed, but he had managed to stay upright and kept the coughing and sneezing to a minimum.

But he couldn’t quite shake the feeling of Keith staring at him the whole time.

“I’m ready to protect Princess Pidge from the evil men!” Lance cheered, trying to attempt and recreate his usual brightness and energy but couldn’t quite nail it. It was empty and lifeless.

The fact that he couldn’t feel it made him feel worse than he already felt. Lance was genuinely very excited and happy with the job he had to fulfill. It had always been a dream to keep people safe, and it made him feel so blue that he couldn’t quite feel that spark.

“Awh, Quiznack, are you guys really leaving my fate to Sir Rudolph over here?” Pidge teased, smirking as she lightly batted Lance’s arm.

“Sir Rudolph?! Well–” Lance protested before a sudden tickle flared causing his nose to twitch. He inhaled sharply and pitched forward into his elbow to sneeze two high pitched, ticklish sneezes.

Once Lance recovered he couldn’t quite help the giggles that came pouring out of him, shortly followed by his friends. Everything was fine, until a sudden wave of nausea and hot and cold hit him violently and causing him to tip over.

Just as he felt the lightness of falling a strong arm caught him, the grip firm and holding him taut.

He looked up to see Shiro’s kind, caring eyes, “Hey bud, you should probably sit down, okay?”

Lance nodded weakly as he sat down on a chair next to where Pidge was sitting.

Hunk frowned worriedly, “Are you going to be okay, Lance?”

“I’ll be fine, now get off and kick some ass,” Lance grinned.

With a few chuckles shared the crew set off and left for their missions. But not before Keith looked at him with a gaze so worried and so so sad. Lance couldn’t even keep his gaze, and broke away, looking anywhere but his eyes.

Lance could only sigh.

Pidge tutted softly as everyone exited the castle and left just the two of them. There was some sort of mischief in her eyes that Lance didn’t quite understand.

Lance blinked, “What?”

Pidge chuckled and a smirk played on her lips.

“Are you just sick or also lovesick?” She teased fondly.

Lance blushed furiously, his voice coming out as a strangled croak, “What?!”

Just as the strangled word ripped out of his already sore throats, something triggered yet another fit of coughing that had his entire body racked and convulsing with the harsh and congested coughs that pierced daggers into his heavy, congested chest.

As Lance continued to cough he began to choke on heavy phlegm caught in his throat, making a horrendous noise as he did. Lance gasped for air, heaving and gasping until Pidge was at his side and slapping his back until his chest felt clear again.

Lance gasped for air, breathing heavily to get his breathing back to a somewhat steady rhythm.

Pidge smiled sympathetically, running her hand up and down his back soothingly, “You really are lovesick.”

Lance managed a breathy chuckle, and couldn’t help the weak smile spreading across his face. There was something about Pidge that made his heart feel a little lighter.

“Sure, whatever you say Mario,” Lance said, rolling his eyes.

“Is this because I’m Ital–?! Oh for gods sake, Lance..” Pidge sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Lance giggled before his nose began to itch. He pawed at it uselessly, trying to subside the itch a little but to no avail, his nose began to twitch desperately and he snapped forward into the crook of his arm with three heavy, harsh but ticklish and sickly sounding sneezes that sounded awfully chesty and painful. Lance quickly mopped up the remnants of his explosion with tissues he stuffed into his jacket pockets.

“I can’t believe I’m giving you a compliment, but you have a cute sneeze,” Pidge giggled.

Lance scoffed, “Me?! Cute?! No no no Pidge, I’m but the mighty and macho–”

He bobbed into the tissue with a delicately soft sneeze.

Pidge stifled her laughter, but couldn’t keep it in and burst into full blown laughter that made her sore at the sides and gasping for breath.

“Very funny,” Lance said, trying to sound unamused but his heart saying differently.

“Jesus, Lance,” Pidge gasped through laughter.

“Ugh, I keep sneezing because you smell awful!” Lance shot back playfully, crossing his arms and beginning to crawl up into his chair, hugging his knees in attempt to get warm.

“That’s rich coming from the guy who makes up god awful nicknames,” Pidge smirked.

Lance grinned drowsily, feeling an overwhelming sense of fatigue washing over him as he felt the fever surely taking over him. He shivered violently and felt this overwhelming sense of exhaustion seep into his bones.

“This is coming from the girl who got into trouble for smuggling in a freaking squirrel into our Maths class at the Garrison,” Lance scoffed fondly, eyes glazing over as he reminisced the memory.

“Oh shut up, Lance! You loved Sandy Cheeks! You stayed up all night building her her own little house, even while it rained!” Pidge laughed.

Lance chuckled at that, his face heating up intensely as his fever started to spike and the fatigue and sickly feeling spread further across him and intensifying. He felt horrible.

“Yeah, I remember that, I was so sick afterwards..” Lance said fondly, wrapping his arms around himself to try and lessen the extent of his violent shivering.

His head started to pound vigorously, the focus of this massive quake of a headache deep within the depths of his brain and unreachable, the destructive tremors sending waves of pain throughout him. Lance rubbed aggressively at his aching head, and when it gave him no relief he only plopped his head down into his knees and clutched it.

He could hear Pidge shifting, and suddenly a soft blanket was being draped over his shaking frame. The warmth it gave him was something he needed desperately and felt oh so good against his cold cold body. Lance pulled the soft fabric closer against his body and basked in its warmth.

Pidge frowned, reaching over to feel his cheek, “Hm. Not good at all.”

“You don’t feel well, do you?” Pidge said softly.

Lance shook his head, clutching at his aching head and letting out a whimpering sound. He felt so sick and so miserable and so sad at the same time. He felt so useless that he could barely even do anything.

“Hey, buddy, you know everyone would understand if you wanna just rest in your room, right? You know we all love you and hate seeing you like this? You don’t have to do this, bud,” Pidge said soothingly, leaning down and softly rubbing circles into Lance’s knees.

“No, then I’m not enough,” Lance whimpered croakily, bursting into yet another fit of coughs that he barely managed to cover with the crook of his arm. The coughs racked his entire body and ripped out of his throats and it was like his chest was being shot repeatedly.

Pidge looked shock, at a loss on what to say, “Lance–what? What are you talking about?”

“I–”

Then there was the loud siren.

Lance had felt blue and now all he could see was red.

The whole castle was this alarming shade of red and it flooded everything in his sight.

Lance could feel his heart racing and his blood turn cold, as senses overwhelmed his system, watching as Galra soldiers somehow made their way into the Castle.

Pidge sat there frozen, terror lighting her eyes from the pure shock of it all and looking at her Lance all of a sudden received a surge of energy telling him to protect, because this girl was so much better than him and she could not get hurt. He was determined.

Something in him clicked, this fire inside of him igniting and suddenly he was on his feet and sprinting towards his suit and donned it as quickly as he possibly could. He couldn’t feel anything but the desire to fight. Keep people safe, even if it was at his own expensed.

Then they came.

The fleet were charging, and Lance pulled his bayard out and fought with as much passion as his heart contained. And for the people he loved, there was a lot.

His heart was ablaze as he shot at them, pushing aside all pain in his head and the fever raging in him. They all faded because all his heart and soul was set on was keeping the ones he loved safe. Lance took every single of of them down, fury bright and burning.

But as Lance turned, sweat pouring down his face and drenching his hair he saw one of them about to attack Pidge, who was desperately trying to send off something to the other Paladins, and the moment the soldier laid a hand on her Lance charged.

Lance ran towards him so much fury burning in him and so much adrenaline and he attacked, throwing himself into this heavy battle that drained the life out of him. His heart beat so fast, adrenaline pumping through his veins and blood boiling. But no one would hurt the people he loved.

In one fell swoop and one heavy hit to the head Lance was thrown across the room, far away. His heart ached as Pidge shrieked as the soldier neared her.

Everything was fading in and out and his vision blurred, his hearing fading but Lance felt this magnetic connection to his bayard and as his fingers touched the strong material he positioned it towards the shooter, and with one precise shot the soldier dropped. Pidge was safe.

That was all that mattered. It was enough.

Lance managed a weak smile. ‘Sharpshooter,’ he thought to himself proudly.

Pidge gasped and ran across to him, eyes darting wildly in panic, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, “Lance! What the hell! What have you done?! Lance stay with me! This was so stupid! Why did you do this?!”

“The team needs you,” Lance chuckled as everything turned to darkness.

And then there was light.

Too much.

But then everything was okay again when he saw familiar faces smiling at him. So kindly. It made him feel a little less blue.

Then the glass door separating them from him slid away, and the moment he was in reach he was being attacked warm hugs.

Lance let them in, and the world felt a little brighter just then.

“You did amazing, Lance..” Hunk said softly.

“I was so worried..” Pidge whispered.

“I’m so proud of you,” Shiro said.

Keith was at loss for words, speechless, as if not quite sure if Lance was really there. And if he was, afraid he’d slip away and disappear forever. But he held him tight so he wouldn’t float away.

“I love you guys,” Lance whispered.

“Right back at ya,” Hunk giggled.

A sudden wave of dizziness hit him, “A-actually, guys, kinda dizzy..I think I need to lie down..”

Shiro smiled softly, “Of course buddy..Keith? Will you go with him?”

Keith nodded silently and draped an arm around Lance for support. But he was silent the way back to his room.

But it was like Lance could physically hear Keith thinking. Very deeply. He was deep in thought and clearly worried, by the looks of that crease in his forehead and the furrowed eyebrows. There was this tension that was clearly there, and Lance didn’t know how to confront.

Once they were alone Keith was the one to confront.

“Pidge told me about what you’d been saying.”

Lance tensed, “Keith..it was my fever.”

“Fevers bring out the deepest thoughts, the truth, Lance. Not made up fantasies,” Keith pressed.

Lance let out a shaky breath, “and what, then? What’s the problem, Keith?”

“My problem is-!!” Keith yelled, before letting out a shaky exhale and falling against Lance’s bed with a heavy sigh.

“My problem is I had no clue.”

“What?”

“That you felt like this. That you felt this alone.”

Words failed. Lance fought back tears, clenching his teeth, but then his face crumpled and he couldn’t help the tears that fell from his eyes.

“I-I..”

“I can’t believe you feel like this. Like..like you’re not enough when you’ve been nothing but enough, and beyond that! I can’t believe!”

“I can’t believe what?”

“That you don’t see what I see!” Keith yelled.

Lance scoffed, “What do you see?”

“I see..I..”

Keith paused, looking into Lance’s eyes and he tried to find him an answer but words could never describe what he saw. It wouldn’t be enough. It could never be enough because Lance could never be summarised in a few words, sentences or novels.

And Keith was never good with words.

Keith could only act.

So he did, and he pulled Lance in for a kiss and when their worlds collided it was like everything made sense and this was the only way it was meant to be.

And to Lance all the blue fades and all he can see is red.

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murcciervo · 6 years

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Klance SNOWY DAY

I told you I was going to write this! I just didn’t give you all the fair warning this would be so cavity inducing and sweet it hurts. ENJOY

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"I don't know if this is such a good idea guys." Hunk fidgets from side to side, pulling on the ends of one of his gloved hands. "That hill looks really steep and I don't know about you guys but I don't want to end up in the hospital!"

Lance snorts, setting up the snow sled saucer on the top of the hill and stares down the open street before him, grinning. "Hunk my man, calm down. The streets were closed down due to the icy roads. We'll be fine." Lance assures as he prepares himself.

"Yeah, uh, no. What if someone didn't get that alert and then a huge semi is driving down the street and you get ran over by all like what, TWENTY TIRES… Lance! I do NOT want to be killed by your family!" Hunk looks around as Pidge sets up her phone, ready to capture the great shot of either Lance falling on his ass off the sled or shooting into the sky from a bump. Either way, she was ready for this, adjusting her glasses as Hunk continued to shout his disapproval of their game.

"Hunk, chill dude! Everything will be fine!" Lance shouts over Hunk's voice as he steadies himself over the sled.

"Lance! Seriously! I do not want your sisters coming after--" And before Hunk could even finish his sentence, Lance ran off the edge of the slippery sloped street and crammed into the small sled, happily screaming down the hill with a "Whooo!".

"Oh no! He's gonna die Pidge! Lance is gonna die and then we're gonna die because his family is going to kill us for letting Lance be an idiot and I can’t die so young Pidge! I can't!" Hunk rushed out as he tried his best, but completely failed, not slipping down the street as he followed after his friend. "I can't die and not have asked Shay ou--ah!"

"This! Is! Awesome!" Echoed down the icy street as Lance's sled caught up in speed, the snow loosing it's fluffy, puffed image to a more slippery and possibly dangerous sleeked ice. This was exactly what he needed. To be out here with his friends, finally enjoying himself after that horrible break up. He had forgotten how much fun it was not to worry about for getting yelled out just to hang out with friends.

Nothing could make this day go wrong, except for that unsuspecting poor asshole getting in Lance's slays direct line of contact. "Oh SHIT!"

Keith loved the snow, loved how you had to bundle up with layers, upon layers of warm clothing and scarfs. Especially the scarfs, did Keith mention the scarfs? And having an actual legit excuse to go outside in the snow, like the fact that "Takashi! You literally only have RAMEN in your house! You have no right to worry about my well-being! This is the most bachelors of bachelor's home I have seen!"

So, bags in hands and a full week worth of groceries, Keith and Shiro walked side by side… well more like Shiro six steps ahead of him because he did not appreciate the beauty that was winter as Keith did, as they made their way home to cook dinner.

"I would have never taken you as the chef type, to be honest, Keith." Shiro hummed, shivering as he tried to warm up.

Keith gave him a noise of acknowledgement. "It comes with living by yourself for a while and then having useless boyfriends."

Shiro nodded. "Never thought that would prove as a qualifying learning experience in your life."

"I'm full of surprises, Shiro." Keith grinned, "You will never have a dull moment… with--" And just like that, like a flash of light-- well more like blue-- Keith now found himself in the arms, wait no, lap, the lap of a stranger. An asshole who had just quite literally swept him off his feet and down the steep slope of the main road, leaving behind a jogging Shiro with a simple "KEITH!" In the trail of rising snow behind them.

Holding on for dear life, Keith would know his voice would take a toll for how loud he was yelling, but perhaps the stranger beneath him had the worst of it all, as Keith screamed into the poor man's ear and clutched onto him for dear life.

This had been the last thing on Lance's mind, Hunk was right, he was going to get killed. Either by the current, and may he add very cute, stranger in his lap or death by ice. Lance would have taken another better look had it not been the fact that, you know, they were both about to probably die.

Lance tried his hardest to control the sled, and he's sure they both saw the impending doom that was about to overtake them both, if their escalating screams and grip on each other would say otherwise as a pile of snow came into their view. Both boys yelled to the tops of their lungs as the round sled collided with the top of the snow pile, sending both bodies on top of it into the air and towards the snow covered ground.

If Lance's mother had taught him one thing in his life, it was to always be a gentleman, and so that is exactly what he did. As they both came down, he made sure to take more of the fall as the stranger landed right on top of him as they slid down the slippery slope into a pile of soft snow.

Lance was shocked though, he would have expected that the man who fell on top of him would be far more heavier than he was, was this dude made of fucking feathers or something like serious--- "Holy shit."

Keith blinked himself out of his haze, staring down at the stranger beneath him. He didn't know if he should beat the hell out of this asshole or laugh his ass off because he was right, never a boring day in his life. But Keith did neither, instead his face flushed a light pink, why was the guy staring at him so much, feeling bashful Keith looked away.

When Lance had seen the boy fall on him he hadn't quite appreciated how beautiful this boy truly was. Now here he was, staring down at him. This fair skinned beauty with eyes far more beautiful than any starry night. Lashes as dark as the night sky and long, that fluttered against his cheeks. A splash of red against his cheeks, nose and ears, this man was adorable. And don't get Lance started on the boy's lips. This man had to be an angel because Lance had never seen anyone as beautiful as this stranger.

Reaching out to brush speck of snow off this raven haired beauties hair Lance couldn't help but let the words fall from his mouth. "Hey, the names Lance and--" Lance was ready to set forth his smoothest and suavest pick-up lines he could throw out but the moment he stared into the man's eyes, who were more like the milky way in its array of blue and purple hues he was left speechless. Swallowing a lump in his throat Lance's head went blank before blurting out "Wow." Lance let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. "You literally just-- you're just--" a lazy smile inching across his face, damn he was fucking gone. "God you're beautiful."

Keith froze in spot, staring down at the man underneath him, he felt his body burn up, heated under this… loving gaze of this stranger. His face reaching temperatures he never thought he could feel, especially against this cool air, as he reached to push back his hair and then "Oh…" The stranger had just called him beautiful and yeah, Keith could feel his face heating up to a ridiculous temperature so he could imagine how beat red his face looked. So out of nervousness and just giddiness, from being flirted with from such a good looking guy, Keith did what anyone else would do in his position. He started to laugh, no… he was giggling. God, if Shiro could hear him, he'd never hear the end of it.

Lance would swear to you, that at that moment he heard angels singing when this stranger began to laugh. God… how could one person be so freaking pretty? "Uh-" Lance smiled, starting to laugh himself before they both broke into a fit of laughter.

After a few moments of uncontrolled laughter, Keith sat himself up, slipping away from this Lance underneath him, before giving him a shy smile as he stood to his feet. "Keith. My names Keith and I have to say that you're the worst driver." He motioned towards the sled a few feet away from them.

Lance took the hand with glee, standing up and dusting himself off as he gave Keith a shrug. "I'm not that bad… I can drive pretty well usually, just not on ice." He smirked, still holding onto Keith's hand he took a step closer. "You look cold, let me buy you a hot chocolate for almost killing you?"

Keith giggled again, smiling up at Lance, he was taller than him. He really liked that. Looking around at the snow Keith leaned in a little closer, relishing in the heat radiating from their bodies being so close together. "So long as you're not driving in that sled again, I would like that."

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HA HA I am trash who doesn't know how to write. I gave up towards the end because my head stopped thinking about KLANCE and starting demanding me to listen to my STOMACH who demanded a sacrificial sandwich. SO enjoy my crappy little fluff

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2towels · 7 years

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Just a Young Gun with a Quick Fuse

A Voltron: Legendary Defender fic, Klance.

Theme: Hitchhiker AU, KlanceWeek2017

Pairings Klance (Keith/Lance)

Rating: Rated E for Everyone, swear warning

Words Total: 4393

Tags: Pining Keith, Lance has sparkly eyes, Keith makes terrible plans when Hungry, get Keith a snickers, Food Lion, grocery shopping, ragtag team, accidental family

Summary:

"He looks like a drowned cat!" Keith heard someone say from within—the one who'd opened the door, he thought. He kept his eyes on the driver, a young woman with two long silver braids falling over her shoulders and a model-worthy white smile, all politeness. "Where are you off to?" Her voice was accented—posh, his social worker would have said—and held no suspicion or malice. Keith lowered his thumb, then his fist slowly.

Keith, a hitchhiking failure, meets his future and his doom through a poorly executed plan.

Klance Week 2017 Day 3: Scars

Alternate Title: You’re not you when you’re hungry, eat a Snickers.

Read on AO3 (please)

The busy highway was filled with soulless people, it seemed. Keith wouldn't shiver under the pelting rain, couldn't walk back to the nearest gas station he'd been kicked out of, and refused to give any of the passing cars anything brighter than his deepest glower. A voice in the back of his head reminded him that general unfriendliness might be exactly why he didn't have any ride offers in the first place, but he was known for ignoring that voice.

It felt as if his thumb had been in the air for an hour now, but, admittedly, Keith wasn't keen on checking the time to fully account for this frustrating failure in finding a ride. Even everything in his backpack was bound to be soaked through the canvas material, which was perhaps the most distressing of the whole situation.

He hoped there was a hundred car pile-up of everyone who had ignored him on the side of the road. As soon as he thought so, he guiltily regretted it, admitting he would pass himself, too. A part of him wished he'd gotten into that disgusting purpe hummer fifteen minutes ago, but the driver had taken one dragged-out and hungry look at Keith and the latter had walked away from the open door without a second guess. He was desperate, but not that much so.

With a swipe of his soggy free hand across his soggier face, Keith almost debated the idea of throwing himself over the hood of a car. Actually...He would survive—knew he could angle it well regardless of speed—and then he could feign injury and take advantage of their guilt by insisting they don't need to call the police, implying instead he could be dropped off at the nearest hospital with a handful of bills. A ride and money, if executed correctly. He was desperate for both, and knew, somewhere, his plan had flaws, but he was vaguely dilerious with frustration and hunger. He could feel himself boiling. Down the side of his upper arm he had his personal mantra etched deeply into the skin, but it had been over a decade since he'd seen the source of any of his patience and focus, and almost a year since he'd even heard from Takashi at all.

Waste of a tattoo, in the end.

After swiping at his face again, Keith readied himself, crouching his knees slightly and watching a van chug around the far end of the bend the highway emerged from. Vans were creepy but promising, and it didn't seem company affiliated, so there was less risk of genuine legal involvement. It was pink, suspiciously enough, but it wasn't time to worry about that. He kept his thumb poised for imitation, not wanting his awkward position of being ready to jump to be obvious.

When the van was slowing, Keith nearly hissed at his missed opportunity, but took a small comfort in knowing another car would be by very soon.

To his surprise, the van stopped completely just in front of him.

Surprising him further, the door popped open on the side.

"He looks like a drowned cat!" He heard someone say from within—the one who'd opened the door, he thought. He kept his eyes on the driver, a young woman with two long silver braids falling over her shoulders and a model-worthy white smile, all politeness.

"Where are you off to?" her voice was accented—posh, his social worker would have said—and held no suspicion or malice. Keith lowered his thumb, then his fist slowly.

There was a spindly looking girl in the passenger seat, giant glasses perched on her nose and face illuminated in the dim car by the cell phone in her hand.

Directly behind her was a large man with his snoring head resting on a lankier one. The latter was raising an eyebrow at him, hand still posed on the door handle, but he had an excited face and sparkling eyes.

Stop that, Keith thought, You're too hungry to care about pretty people right now.

Behind the sparkly-eyed boy was a broader man with an incredibly comforting nd familiar smile, but Keith didn't think he knew him, not like he could have, anyway. He had a loose sense of reliability and influence, but Keith, famished and confused by his hours in the rain, had no idea why he would know that. Across the man's nose was a jagged scar, his hair had a sproud of white too mature for the rest of him, and his right arm was either excellently tattooed or completely mechanical. He looked excited, and was freaking Keith out a little bit with his sharp and dancing gaze.

A horn sounded as a car passed the stopped van.

"I have knives." Keith blurthed as he passed the sparkly-eyed, now curious, gaze again to look past him to the driver. Mentally, he screamed at himself, wondering why he suddenly felt so honest.

The driver seemed to rear her head back a little more, and the scrawny passenger girl set her phone down to glance over her shoulder as well.

"He can sit by me. I'm awake." The scarred man said.

With a curt nod, the driver asked again, "Where are you headed?"

"Nowhere." He replied automatically, climbing in once she nodded.

"No knife business, alright?" The man in the third row said as Keith nodded and sat beside him, "Lance, do you have a towel?"

Sparkly Eyes was watching him as he closed the door again, but seemed to jump a little at the address. "Yeah. I stole, like, three from Motel 5." A crooked grin pulled at his lips, and Keith pulled out his phone to distract himself from such an expression with surveying the extent of all things damp.

The man beside him made a grunting noise, but Sparkley Eyes—Lance, his name was Lance—ignored the disapproving sound. The car was moving again, and two towels were thrown at Keith, who flinched.

"Oh," Lance was saying as Keith slowly pulled them off of his face to dry his hands and phone, "I thought you were paying attention. Sorry."

"I wasn't." Keith, a little acidically, might have glared, but shoved his face into the twoel before Lance could retaliate. When his hair was dried a little and fluffed from the vigorous drying, he shoved headphones on and let his music play an undertone to his suspicion and evesdropping. He had knives, the back of his mind stupidly assured him, and three of the five people in the car could be beaten if need be, he was sure was guaranteed.

"You said you know him, Shiro?" A voice from the front, not Lance or their driver, asked. Who the fuck was Shiro? The man next to him, he guessed, but Keith wanted to know why he couldn't remember.

Instead, he fell asleep.

Hours later, he guessed, Keith woke up to an empty van with a damp back and kinked neck. They were parked in a large lot attached to a Food Lion.

You could steal the car, a voice whispered in his conscious, and he could. The group wasn't anywhere in sight, and he wasn't necessarily unfamiliar with what he would need to do to hotwire it.

Who was Shiro?

A part of him didn't want to leave the car, not wanting to be stranded in whatever town they were in without a ride again, but he was starving and had a pounding headache, and he knew he needed to get somewhere and see what his last ten dollars could get him to eat. He also, somewhere deep down, had a feeling that he wouldn't be left behind,but was an expert in ignoring that level of subconscious trust. He took his backpack, just in acse, after shoving his headphones and dead phone inside the larger pocket.

There was always something domestically unfamiliar about grocery stores to Keith, but he tended not to think about it because it was a useless thing to know about himself. In front of the bright white Food Lion, however, he felt weirdly unprepared. The automatic doors shied away from him, and an old woman totaing a cart full of bagged groceries eyed him without reservation or mercy. He tipped his head, ingrained with weird respect for all older citizens, as detestable as they proved themselves.

Inside the grocery store was freezing, and Keith felt a chill up his spine as he wandered the aisles, cursing his rain damped back. He stuck by the deli section at first, having seen the premade sandwiches immediately and knowing that was in the right area. With one in hand, he wandered further into the store, crossing his arms tightly despite the sandwich and looking for something that would keep longer—crackers or granola bars to save for emergencies in case he did, in fact, get left behind by this van of people.

Not two aisles in, he ran into the man who'd been sitting in front of him. He looked about his age, and very enthusiastic now that he was awake and scanning different jars of jams and jellies. Oddly enough, he didn't seem to notice Keith until he had lingered for more than a few minutes at his side.

"Oh, sorry, am I in your way man?" The big guy asked, stepping aside with a curious look on his face. Keith shook his head and rose an eyebrow, glancing at the jellies again when the man shrugged and went back to his business.

Before Keith could open his mouth to wonder if there was anything he could gather for them, somebody called from a few aisles over, "Hunk! What kind of poptarts do you think Keith likes?" At the sound of his name, Keith couldn't help his glare, remembering specificially that he hadn't introduced himself, but when he realized who was speaking, Lance's face flickering in his mind for a second, he involuntarrily calmed a little.

The question seemed to throw Hunk, if that was him, off for a moment, and he looked at Keith with great interest before jumping. "I didn't even realize it was you!" He cried, a little personally dismayed sounding, "Sorry, dude, you look so much less angry in your sleep."

"Excuse me?" Hunk seemed to have noticed his mistake, too, because his smile jumped on a little nervously. Keith almost felt bad for him, looking so caught off guard.

"Huuuunk!" Lance called again. Did he think screaming in grocery stores was okay?

A soft laugh left Hunk. "Well? What kind of pop tarts do you want?" He asked.

"Don't buy me anything." Keith responded heatedly, feeling his ten dollar bill crumbled into a sad ball in his hand. The scars over his knuckles flexed with the action, and he distracted himself with watching his arms.

Hunk didn't seem deterred. "You seem like a cherry sort of guy. Or strawberry. Something red." With a satisfied nod to himself, he called back to Lance, "Cherry!"

"Woo!"

Keith lifted his glare back to Hunk, who was trying to determine between blackberry jam and lemon marmalade without a care in the world for his new traveling companion. Again, before he could say anything to the man, Lance interrupted, this time by appearing at the end of the aisle. His arms were laden with pop tart boxes of different varieties, and he looked excited just to be surrounded by groceries.

"Oh," He said as soon as he saw Keith, who stiffened, "Here, you can carry yours. Cherry okay? I didn't even know you were awake! Sorry to leave you behind." He spoke a little rapidly as he approached, tossing a box of pop tarts when he was near enough and smiling as Keith caught it much better than he had the earlier towel.

"Fine." Keith said, looking away from Lance's bright and friendly gaze to stare at the box he'd caught with his free hand. He could tell that Lance and Hunk were engaged in a silent conversation when he'd glanced up by the intensity in both of their gazes at one another, but Hunk was the first to break it by holding out his grocery basket and letting Lance dump all the boxes of pop tarts inside.

"So, Keith," Lance said casually, walking down the aisle to look at jars of peanut butter and hazelnut spreads. "What's your story?"

Casting a glance at Hunk, who began shuffling away to a different aisle, Keith padded after the lankier boy, though he scowled at the question. Instead of an answer, he gave a grunt. Lance laughed and grabbed two jars of peanut butter before moving on.

"What are you grabbing so much junk for?" He found himself asking as Lance reached above him to try and slap the aisle sign marker as they passed. He missed it by a few feet, at least, it being so high up on the ceiling, but Lance didn't look phased.

"These are for Pidge. She eats this stuff like crazy because she hates granola bars and trail mix on the road. She also only eats Skippy instead of Jif like a normal person, so it's better to grab two of them probably, in case we run out before we feel like stopping for real food again." He explained, turning aisles into the chips and cookies section. Keith eyed a box of generic shortbread cookies longer than strictly necessary, and Lance grabbed it without a word.

Keith found himself asking, "Who's Pidge?" before he could stop himself. He wasn't one to get introductions done and out of the way unless reminded and necessary, but he couldn't help but wonder which of the two remaining unnamed passengers was the one with the picky eating habits.

Lance hummed. "Scrawny girl on her phone in the front seat. She always calls shotgun and even when she doesn't Allura lets her have it because she's the favorite. Hunk always gets the middle row because if he sits in the back he gets motion sick, by the way, so you're stuck in the back if you don't want him to fall asleep on you." While he spoke he didn't make much eye-contact, much to Keith's casual dismay as his eyes danced to other items on the shelves. "So, what's your story?" He asked the question as if he hadn't before, and his casualty caught Keith off guard, forcing him to wonder how many times he'd avoid it.

"I don't have one." Keith decided on, "Not really."

"Um," Lance sounded like he was trying not to laugh, "I beg to differ. You were glaring at a road in the rain in the middle of Maine—hey look poetry! Anyway, you definitely have a story. You have bloody knuckle scars all over your hands! You're wearing all black and red! You look like an anime character, dude."

Keith missed his gloves, glowering as his hands tightened around the poor box of pop tarts. "I said I don't have one." He re-affirmed.

The lankier boy snorted and shrugged. "Alright, mullet. Have it your way. Do you like Combos?"

"Why are you buying me things?" Keith snapped out, admittedly huffing a little to himself at the casualty and familiarity Lance spoke with.

"You're in the car, Keithers. Just trying to make sure we're all fed." Lance seemed surprised at Keith's own hostility, if not a little confused, but seemed to easily go with the flow of the conversation, no matter how antagonistic.

"Don't call me that." He hissed, "I don't have that much money on me."

A dramatic eyeroll was the only response for a moment, Lance's entire body bunching and seeming to roll with the action as well. "I'm getting them for you. You look skinny and almost sort of sick, honestly, so either you tell me you like Combos and we move on or tell me you don't and we find something else to go with whatever gross protein bars Hunk is going to make you eat."

Keith didn't like that at all, glaring at the plastic bag Lance's hand was poised in front of. "Don't do me any favors."

"Cool. Noted. We're still buying you food. Don't even sweat it, Allura's loaded or something. It's super suspicious, but whatever." Lance shrugged and started wiggling his fingers at the bag of Combos. On his hand, Keith noted, was the telltale sign of scarring along his knuckles, too, though much less pronounced than Keith's own.

Keith felt his fingers flex the more he watched Lance's. "What are Combos?" He grunted, taking a step closer and peering at the white bag. Lance's fingers stilled, and Keith could see a whipping scar clearly along his wrist, though most of it was obscured by a ridiculous amount of woven bracelets, all different colors and textures.

"Are you serious?" The bright boy's voice was graver, more serious than it had been just seconds ago, even sounding a little strained. "They're—They're bite-sized pretzel tubes with powdery cheese in the center."

"That sounds disgusting." Keith said slowly, watching as Lance lifted the bag with care and held it beside the shortbread cookies.

A deep breath. "You can try some, and if you don't like them, Shiro will eat the rest." Lance said delicately, oddly serious and defensive-seeming about the snacks.

"Who is Shiro?" Keith asked in a rush, remembering an earlier mission lost to weariness.

For a moment, Lance seemed stumped by the question, glancing up at the bright white ceiling of the Food Lion and thinking. "Honestly, that's a good question. He's got an epic of a story from the little pieces I've put together, but I think even then there's stuff he doesn't talk about. I think he told us his real first name over breakfast one morning, or something, because 'Shiro's just a nickname, but I can't remember what it is...I sleep in a lot. Taku? Tak..." When he glanced back down, he registered Keith's stark face and paused, "If you mean in the car, he's the guy who was next to you—Wait, he said he knew you. Do you not know him?"

A slow, agonizing breath left Keith as he passed the box of cherry pop tarts back to Lance. He peeled off his hoodie the second Lance's fingers had caught the snack and stared the taller boy square in the eye when he asked, "Where the fuck is Takashi?"

Paler and definitely more aware of Keith's earlier knife warning, Lance clared his throat and said, sparkley eyes widened, "Picking out bread with Allura last I saw."

As Keith marched off, fire in his eyes, Lance followed. Sure enough, Shiro was there pointing at a bag of wheat bread with what could only be described as indignant defense in his expression, while Allura picked up a bag of Wonderbread and put it in her cart, bored.

"Takashi." Keith said in a huffing breath, feeling his tattoo on his upper arm like a fresh and burning brand. Shiro didn't glance up. "Takashi!" Keith called, much louder and angrier this time.

Shiro's eyes flicked over as his hand froze, pointed at the bread still. "Keith!" He smiled, brightened impossibly, "Glad to see you're awake! Are you doing alright?"

Keith, as he approached with Lance behind him, took in Shiro's features all over again. The fresh scar across his nose, the metallic arm, the shock of white hair.

"He has knives!" Lance called helpfully and a little warningly, squeezing himself past a display of M&Ms to step in front of Keith's path. Keith stilled, hands twitching immediately to grab and push Lance, but Lance's gaze was so interested and earnest, so bright and beautiful, that Keith's own fire felt cooled, and for a moment, he hated it.

"Takashi." Keith said again, now that they were closer and he could hear him even though Keith wasn't looking away from Lance's face. "Where have you been since last February?" His tone was pure venom, but he couldn't be bothered to control his anger.

Shiro, at least, recognized Keith's fury for what it was, and approached with a much sadder look on his face. "I...This happened. I've been moving around for a while now. I tried to send some letters to the last place I could remember you were around, but..."

Keith understood, glancing away from Lance and taking a step back from his protective stance as his glare felt weaker and more vulnerable. That wasn't going to fly in the middle of a Food Lion. Composing his wet eyes, he lifted them again slowly to his older brother and set his hands on one of Lance's lifted arms to slowly force him to lower it. It didn't budge for a second, but slowly followed Keith's silent order as Shiro rested a hand on Lance's shoulder as well.

"I missed you." Keith hissed, crossing his arms and clamping a hand over his tattoo he'd gotten now that it was exposed. There was a purpose to giving it air, but it felt wrong to shove it in Shiro's face now, too mean and guilt-inducing.

Shiro took a deep breath. "I missed you too, kid."

"It's good to have you back." Keith huffed as Shiro wrapped mismatched arms around him and gave him a few strong strikes to the back in comfort.

The sound of a cart rolling interrupted them slightly, and Allura whispered, not subtly, to Lance, "I don't quite understand what's going on."

To which Lance said, "This is so emo. You guys ready to check out?"

Once the hug was over, Keith slipped his hoodie back on before it could become obvious what he'd ingrained on his skin, and they did a circling of the grocery store, cart half full, to find the rest of their group. Lance stuck close to Keith, who pointedly walked behind Shiro to spare himself from sharing more meaningful glances with the man. Despite looking much more wary of the "drowned cat" they'd picked up some indeterminable time ago, Lance kept himself as colloquial and cheerful as before, pointing at things as they passed them in the grocery store and asking Allura, as obnoxiously as he could, if they could get every little trinket and toy displayed. Her tired "no" was, admittedly, funny to hear from such a young and not motherly looking woman, but Keith wasn't in the mood to laugh.

When Shiro turned around, a little curious looking, and asked, "Lance, do you like grocery stores?" Lance had a surprisingly sheepish look on his face, and Keith couldn't help but admire the quick shift of features and diversity of reactions from the boy.

It was a strange question actually, once Keith thought about it, but he couldn't help but wonder himself when he registered why Shiro would ask. Lance was, undoubtedly, absolutely ecstatic to be trailing along the cold tiled aisles.

"I guess." Lance laughed, suddenly a little awkward. Keith watched him closely, unable to look away as Lance swallowed and scratched the back of his neck. On that hand, opposite from the one Keith had observed over the Combos, there were little scars over the knuckles as well. What was Lance's story, then, if he was so insistant and nosey? "My mom has a lot of kids, so I mean...it was sort of a big deal to go to the grocery store when I was a kid, because she obviously couldn't take all of us." Suddenly, he laughed, "I see kids walk around screaming when they get brought into stores and I just can't believe that. They have no idea how good they have it! Whenever my mom would let me come with her I was an angel."

"I doubt that." Keith blurted, looking away. Lance squawked and Shiro rose an eyebrow when Allura laughed and agreed, so Keith explained, "The whole time I've been here he's just been picking up stuff and asking Allura to buy all kinds of junk. Imagine how much worse he was when he was younger."

"Excuse me," Lance huffed, drawing Keith's calculating gaze back inevitably, "I'll have you know I was an angel, a doll, when I was a child in grocery stores, and I only ask Allura to buy all those different shapes of sandwich cutters because they're adorable and I know she loves adorable junk."

"That's a bad excuse." Keith pointed out.

"I can't believe this."

Before their banter could spiral further down, Hunk was found in aisle ten with Pidge, who was in the middle of climbing him like a tree to reach his shoulders.

"I got tired of walking." She said when nobody asked, "Are we done, then?"

Hunk added everything to Allura's cart when she nodded, and together, as a rag tag sort of team of varying degrees of unfamiliarity, they all made their way to the registers. Hunk and Pidge both seperately insisted that the bagger use paper bags, Allura paid for everything with an almost startlingly shiny gold credit card, and Lance looked weirdly delighted to push the cart. Keith's chest was warm and full as he took in each passenger of the van, though he didn't notice in favor of telling Lance that he had terrible taste in candy and giving Pidge a high five when she agreed.

The van was named "Volron," according to Allura, and when they all piled in, groceries scattered around the floor and shoved into the trunk with a wall of different types of bags and duffels, Shiro sat in the middle with Hunk, who popped a dramamine pill, and Lance nestled in next to Keith. He winked at Keith when Keith asked him if he had a car charger, tapped his chest, and frowned when Keith didn't get what at all he meant. Energy subsiding from the grocery run, he passed an adaptor to Keith and put headphones in while he hummed. Keith, inexplicably, found himself smiling at the new neighbor of his, and when Lance caught the look he haltingly smiled back.

Allura didn't give any indication of having a specific destination, but she did ask, "Vermont?" with a certain level of ease. Everyone gave various casual thumbs ups, and the van sputtered to life, pulling out of its space and leaving the Food Lion behind.

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