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So Close - S.S. XLII

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

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Word-count: 5k+

A/N: thanks to tumblr’s search function being The Worst, it is nearly impossible to find gifs for 5b. anyway, hope you guys like this part 💕

After you guys found out about Parrish being a hellhound, Chris promised to keep a very close eye on him for you. When he texted Scott saying that Parrish was on the move, the four of you piled into the Jeep and started driving.

“Why’s Parrish headed to the school?” Liam asked, scooting forward and pushing his head between Scott and Stiles in the front. You tugged at the back of his shirt and pulled him back into his seat before Stiles started arguing with him.

Scott shook his head, eyes still focused ahead on the police cars you were following. “It’s not Parrish. At least not right now.”

Liam tried again, careful not to bump into you as he shoved his way forward again. “Okay, then why is a hellhound going to the school?”

“‘Cause he’s got a yearning for higher education,” Stiles grumbled. You scooted closer and put one hand on the seat for support and the other on Stiles’ shoulder to calm him down. “Liam, the Hellhound’s at the school. So, we’re going to the school. Okay?”

Stiles shot a look over his shoulder at Liam and your hand before he put the car in gear and sped up, throwing you and Liam back in your seats. You didn’t mind so much but it made Liam pretty annoyed. He didn’t say anything for the rest of the drive, all he did was bounce his leg and stare out the window restlessly.

To top it off, Liam slammed the door when you got to the school. You didn't think he meant to; he just got over-excited and over-annoyed at times. Scott and Stiles both turned to look (and glare) at him, so you bumped his arm encouragingly as he mumbled an apology.

The four of you met up with Chris after a few minutes of walking around your wrecked school. Scott immediately asked for an update on Parrish and Chris sighed and shook his head.

“I lost him,” Chris said. “He’s moving too fast.”

Liam turned to the side and tapped your hand. “That guy’s not moving at all,” he said. He was looking down the corridor at someone lying on their back. You could smell the blood from all the way over there.

Scott and Liam took the lead as you walked down the corridor, with Chris taking up the back and you and Stiles in the middle. They stopped a few feet away from a very dead body, covered in blood and strewn on the floor. His chest was torn open.

An image of Scott lying on the library floor after his fight with Liam and Theo flashed through your head.

When the image faded, you saw Scott step over the dead body and you almost gagged. The smell of his blood was nauseating. The only reason you started moving again was Stiles’ hold on your hand. You tightened your grip and he rubbed the side of your hand with his thumb as your group continued down the walkway. You came to a stop in front of another body, near the busses this time.

It was the same as before; bloody and torn apart.

“Look,” Liam said, nodding towards one of the busses. You felt guilty for not noticing the carnage sooner.

While it was too dark inside the bus for the humans to see in detail, you, Scott, and Liam saw the pile of dead bodies. They were covered in blood, ripped apart, and piled near the opening. And then one of them moved.

“Help me …”

His voice was so weak. Your legs started moving towards him before your brain had time to process what you were doing. Stiles pulled you back when Parrish spoke.

He stormed out of the darkness inside the school, shirtless, burned, and glowing in some places. He stopped between you guys and the body. “It’s a trap,” he said in his distorted hellhound voice.

“Please,” the guys on the bus whispered.

Scott started forward again when Parrish looked over his shoulder at him and said, “You can’t help him.” He snarled at the bus and in an instant, something inside growled and snapped the guy’s neck.

You flinched, pulling Stiles behind you as the Beast’s glowing eyes emerged from the darkness. It started towards the opening, snarling and covered in shadows.

“That’s big,” Stiles said, gripping onto your hand. He started walking backward and taking you with him. “No one said it was that big.”

“I did.” Liam shot a look at you as he backed up ever so slightly.

You had to admit, the Beast looked a lot bigger in that tiny bus than it did at Fort Jewett. You knew it was a killing machine, but you struggled to process the fact that killed over a dozen kids in one night. And then it let out a roar that made your bones shake. It was going to add to that body count.

Parrish lit up in response and let out a matching roar, claws extending and fire blazing. He sprinted towards the bus as the Beast stalked towards the front. It broke into a run and launched itself through the windshield while Parrish ran next to the bus. You thought it was running away at first, but then you realized the trap hadn't been for you. It was for Parrish. They took off into the darkness and your group only made it a few feet before they completely disappeared.

“What the hell is happening?” Scott asked.

“It’s getting smarter,” Chris said.

You looked at Stiles out of the corner of your eye. “It's evolving.”

---

Having heightened senses was all fun and games until the sun rose and annoyed you into waking up. The good news about this situation, however, was that you almost always woke up before Stiles. Sometimes you’d get out of bed and sneak back to your house before anyone noticed you were gone, but sometimes, on days like today, you pulled the covers up a little higher and curled into him to listen to his heart.

“Mmm, hey,” Stiles hummed, still half-asleep. He started moving so the two of you fit better together. “What are you doing?”

“Listening to your heartbeat.” You found one of his hands under the covers. “It calms me down.”

Stiles dug his arm out from under all the blankets and ran a hand through your hair. “Why are you nervous? You know, other than the overwhelming fear that we're going to die at the hands of a giant, probably primordial werewolf.”

Despite joking about death before seven in the morning, you felt yourself smile. “You’ve got a lacrosse game today,” you said, tapping his chest with your joined hands.

“Oh, crap. I forgot about that,” Stiles groaned. He took his hand out of your hair and pulled it down his face.

You laughed and sat up. Taking his hands off his face, you said, “Good thing I spotted it on one of the very burnt banners at the school last night.”

Stiles started making another joke when he stopped and frowned. “Wait, why are you worried about that?” He straightened up slightly. “Do you think something’s gonna happen?”

“God, I hope not.” You turned yourself around to look at him. He looked clumsy and half-asleep and adorable, if slightly paranoid. “I’m nervous because my boyfriend is like the star player of the team so the other team might single him out and do nefarious things to him.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and propped himself up on his elbow, picking up your hand and playing with your fingers. “You sure that’s not because of his big mouth?”

“Actually, I think it’s because he’s devastatingly good looking.”

“Devastatingly, huh?” You nodded and Stiles shook his head at you. “You are so full of shit. Come here.”

You laughed as Stiles pulled your hand toward him and wrapped his other hand around your waist. He pulled you into his chest and the two of you rolled around as you pretended to squirm out of his grip. His heart raced when you settled down, your arms around his waist and his around your shoulders. It was cute. Stiles never laughed like this anymore.

But Stiles’ heartbeat wasn’t the only one picking up. Noah was awake.

“I gotta go,” you rushed out, untangling yourself and gathering the rest of your things.

“What?” Stiles scrambled to sit up, trying to wrap his head around your sudden change in mood. “Why?”

“Because your dad’s awake and he’s going to kill me.”

“No, he won’t. You’re his favorite,” Stiles said. He grabbed ahold of your hand when you reached for your phone on the nightstand. “Plus, you can just hide.”

You took a breath and looked him in his eyes. “I can’t hide. He always finds me. Stiles-”

“I’ve wasted all of your prime running away time,” Stiles said with an annoying smile. “Oh, I hear footsteps. You better hide.”

“I hate you.”

“Mm-hmm, sure you do, babe.”

You flipped him off before dropping to the ground and crawling under Stiles’ bed. It was disgusting down here; wads of scrunched up paper, pens, long lost snacks, and a Tamagotchi kept you and dust bunnies company while you waited for Noah to bust you.

After a few minutes, he did. Noah wandered in, still groggy and barefoot. You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was squinting at Stiles.

“Is Y/N here?” he asked, sounding very suspicious. At least he was still using his dad voice and not his sheriff voice.

“Nope. Haven’t seen her.”

Stiles was lucky Noah couldn’t hear his lying heartbeat, but Noah still knew. He always knew. “Uh-huh. And isn’t that her jacket from last night?”

“Is it? Didn’t notice.”

“Uh-huh.” You squirmed under the bed. You knew the sheriff voice was coming. “Well, since we’re both up early, why don’t you get dressed and meet me downstairs for breakfast?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” Stiles said, surprised by the lack of sherrif voice. The bed shifted above you as he moved. “Thanks, dad.”

“No problem.” Noah turned to leave but then stopped and knocked on the doorframe. “Oh, and tell Y/N that if she’s done hiding under your bed then she can join us, too.”

Stiles coughed uncomfortably and you hit your face. “Right. I’ll do that.” Noah started walking away so Stiles yelled after him, “Thank you!”

---

Awkward breakfast aside, your day was actually looking up. None of the teachers were assigning homework because of the game, and everyone was mostly too excited to start up any drama. Even your friends, as difficult as it could be at times, were in good spirits. You were all joking around in the library - you were keeping score for Scott and Stiles’ paper football match while Lydia caught up on the material she'd missed - when Liam found you. He looked pretty upset.

There went your good day.

It didn’t take much convincing to get him to sit down and talk about it. He told you guys about Mason’s theory that the Beast, like the Dread Doctors, worked on strong frequencies.

“Mason said it’s not just a transmitted frequency,” Liam added. “It’s high-powered. Like it has to be really strong.”

“And that’s causing it to shift?” Lydia asked. Looking at her now, surrounded by study notes and seeing how ready she was to engage with all this, you almost couldn’t believe what she’d been through.

“No, I don’t think it’s just that,” Scott said. “Last night Argent said that it’s getting smarter. What if the Dread Doctors are trying to make the Beast grow faster?”

Stiles frowned and stopped tapping his hands on the table. “With frequencies?”

“No, by shifting,” Scott said. “The frequency is just the trigger. The important part is when it shifts into the werewolf.”

“Like Peter,” Lydia said. You shuddered.

“Right!” Scott smiled at her. “And when Peter was an alpha, he got stronger every full moon. Eventually, the burns healed and he was back to normal.”

‘Normal’ was pushing it when it came to Peter, but you agreed with what he said for the most part. It made sense.

“Except the Dread Doctors don’t want to wait for the full moon,” Liam said.

“No, they want the Beast as strong as possible, as fast as possible,” you said. “Before Parrish gets strong enough to beat it.”

“So if this is happening tonight, what are we going to do?” Lydia asked.

“Uh, we’ve got one clue to go on,” Stiles said. He pulled his bag out from the space between you and pulled out a photograph of the shoeprint you’d seen at the hospital. He slid it over to where Lydia, Liam, and Scott sat. “This came from the hospital. Whoever’s lurking inside the Beast is wearing a size 10 sneaker of indeterminate make.”

“Indeterminate?” Lydia asked, still looking at the photo.

“Means that it’s a partial print,” Stiles said. “Basically, it was all we were able to get considering all the fire, blood, and carnage.”

“How many size 10s are out there?” Scott asked.

Before you could tell him that there were bound to be at least a hundred kids in Beacons Hills High alone with size tens, Stiles said, “Only one with Parrish’s blood on the sole.”

“So are we going to try to get the game canceled?” Liam asked.

“No. No, we’re going to play, but we’re just going to hope really hard that it doesn’t turn into a blood-soaked massacre,” Stiles said. You bumped your knee into his leg and he shrugged at you.

Liam grimaced. “Aren’t we kind of missing out on a chance to catch this thing? We don’t have the ‘who,’ but we have the ‘where’ and the ‘when.’”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Liam had a point. You looked over at Scott, hoping he didn’t think the same thing. He was too good to gamble with lives like the rest of you would.

Scott thought about it for a moment and then shook his head. “There’s too many people.”

“And we still don’t actually know if it’s going to happen,” Lydia said. You loved her and her optimistic logic. “It just might end up being a regular lacrosse game.” The others looked about as convinced as you felt. “It’s possible, right?”

“That’s absolutely possible,” Stiles said.

“Just a little unlikely,” you added.

“So we’re getting the game canceled?” Liam asked again.

“We’re getting the game canceled,” Scott said as he shouldered his bag and stood up.

The rest of you followed his lead and quickly dispersed. Stiles grabbed your hand and led you away from your friends once you reached the hallway. You were amused by the look of determination on his face.

“And where exactly are you taking me?” you asked.

“To get my dad to cancel the game,” Stiles said, stopping and frowning at your smile. “Why, you got somewhere to be?”

“No, but-” you laughed and lifted up your hands. “You’re cute when you’re determined.”

Stiles’ resolve faltered and he blinked a few times as he processed. All his time and he still got nervous when you flirted with him. It was true, though, he was cute.

“Oh, uh-” Stiles lifted his free hand and scratched the side of his nose. “You, uh- you think I’m cute?”

You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “The cutest. Now let’s go before someone notices we’re ditching.”

---

Noah, though not surprised to see you out of school in the middle of the day, was adamant that he couldn't legally cancel the game - but he pointed you in the direction of someone who could. He reminded you guys that one of the coaches could forfeit the game.

The problem was that the substitute coach would never forfeit the game, but you guys knew that you could convince Coach Finstock to do it if he was there. So, Stiles swapped you out for Scott and the two of them went to harass the poor guy in his rehab facility.

You used your time off to catch up on the assignments you were behind before Malia picked you up for the game. There was still something going on with her, but you guys had a comfortable understanding not to pry into each other’s personal lives, so you bit your tongue. Instead, you bonded over how weird it was that the bad guys all chose the nights you had lacrosse games to be evil.

Stiles texted for you guys to meet up with everyone in the biology classroom when you got to the school. Malia shrugged when you relayed the message to her and soon enough the two of you were huddled around one of the work stations with the rest of your friends while Scott gave everyone jobs to do.

“Mason, you know your part-”

“Corey and I break into the Devenford bus and search their shoes,” Mason said with a nod.

You ran your hand along Stiles’ back absentmindedly as you listened. He sat on one of the stools while you stood next to him. It was hard to believe that he'd been so happy this morning. “Malia and I take out the TV vans,” you said.

“Then right before the whistle blows, Coach forfeits the game,” Stiles added, catching your hand when it landed on the top of his shoulder.

“And the rest of us look for a size 10 with a bloody sole,” Liam finished, looking equally dejected.

Malia pushed herself off the window edge and walked closer to the group. “Just out of curiosity… what if this doesn’t work?” she asked. “What if we have to go up against this thing? I mean, I hate to bring up bad memories, but Scott’s still healing from what Theo did to him-”

“No, he’s not,” Kira said.

“She’s right.” Everyone looked at Scott and he lifted up his shirt to show where his wound used to be. He was perfectly normal looking. “It happened the night we got Lydia out of Eichen House. I healed.” He paused so everyone could soak up the information. “When we were all together again, when we were a pack.”

“The Beast doesn’t have a pack,” Liam said. Werewolves don't survive very long without a pack.

“Not like us,” Scott said.

You laughed. “I don’t think anybody’s got a pack like us, Scotty.”

The others laughed and Scott smiled at you. “Exactly. We’ve got this, guys. No one dies tonight.”

You could have slapped him for jinxing you guys like that, but you restrained yourself. After a quick and awkward group hug, you wished everyone good luck and gave Stiles a quick kiss before Malia dragged you out to where the news vans were parked.

“I’ll take these, you take the ones on the far side,” Malia said.

You let go of Malia’s arm and nodded. “Yeah, sure thing. If you anything goes wrong-”

“I’ll call you,” Malia said with a nod.

You took off for the far side of the vans and started cutting wires. Between your knife, claws, and brute strength, cutting the wires was the easy part; the difficult part was staying unseen. There were a few times when you had to duck or jump to the ground and roll under the van to keep from being seen, but it took less time than you’d expected to cut your share of wires.

Malia wasn’t at the rendezvous point.

You weren’t sure what to do: go looking for her or finish the job yourself. Malia could handle herself just fine without your help, but the vans needed to be taken out or you’d all be handling the Beast.

So, ignoring the horrible feeling in your stomach, you picked yourself up and kept cutting wires.

The sound of the changing scoreboard caught your attention. You were running out of time. You hurried up but it made you sloppier. You landed on the roof of the last van with a thud and cursed as you rolled off the side, landing at Malia’s feet.

“Where have you been?” you asked. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Malia snapped. Something happened to her while you were cutting wires. “Let’s just get this over with.”

She jumped up the side of the van without another word, leaving you to get up on your own. You were back on your feet when she swore. You were about to ask what was wrong when the mic feedback rang out along the field. You curled in on yourself, squeezing your eyes shut at the electrical sparks and trying to block out the noise. One of the vans had fixed their wiring and started broadcasting.

Your ears rang as you forced yourself up. The Beast was here and you had to find it before it was too late.

Turns out, you weren’t the only one who thought that. While everyone ran into the school, you found Liam fistfighting the Beast in the parking lot. He was being torn apart. Before you had the chance to think of a better plan, you charged.

The Beast threw you into the line of busses, but you refused to let it kill Liam. Every time it threw you aside, you coughed up some blood and attacked again. It could have killed you with one hit, but that’s not why it was here. The Beast disappeared into the school after it decided you were beaten enough, and you collapsed next to Liam on the pavement.

“Hey,” he said weakly, fumbling for your hand. “You saved me.”

With the last bit of energy you had, you took his hand and said, “I’ll always save you, Biscuit.”

And then you blacked out.

---

You woke up to the taste of blood.

It wasn’t like the blood Deaton gave you from whatever animal blood vets kept on hand. Or like the old, refrigerated blood bags that your mom would bring home from the hospital. This was something entirely different; not the metallic taste of the chimeras but the brightness of the first bite of fruit. Sweet. Fresh.

You felt yourself reach for wherever it was coming from and pressed it closer to your lips. It was like the whole world faded away, each one of your senses working together just to block out anything that wasn’t the blood. And then you felt a hand. A very familiar hand.

It was Stiles.

The pieces fell into place instantly and you threw his arm away from you and scrambled away from him. Every muscle movement hurt but you had to get away from him. You would kill him if you didn’t.

You slammed into a desk and looked around frantically. Stiles reached out to steady you but then he stopped when he noticed it freaked you out even more. He held his hands out with his palms up. He was trying to calm you down like you were a frightened animal, trying to show he wasn’t a threat.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said gently. “It’s just me.”

You couldn’t look away from his bloody wrist. Was he pale from blood loss or was it the light? “I could have killed you,” you said.

“No, you wouldn’t. You didn’t.” Stiles slid closer. “You were dying and I had to do something.”

“Where- where’s Liam?” you asked. You forced yourself to look around. You were still at school, a science classroom. The Beast was still here.

“He’s right behind you with Hayden,” Stiles said. “He’s hurt but he’s alive.”

You nodded, trying to calm yourself down. He was okay. Stiles was okay, minus the flesh wound. “Where’s Scott?”

“Here. Somewhere,” Stiles said. He was close enough now that he put a hand to your face and wiped away some of the blood with his thumb. It broke your heart. You didn't want him to see you like this. “Everyone is safe.”

It took you too long to formulate a response, and when you did, all you came up with was: “Can I wrap up your wrist?”

Stiles blinked in surprise. “Uh, yeah,” he said. He pulled his hand away and looked down at it for the first time. He managed to look even paler, but at least he didn't pass out. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

You had to hold onto the desk to pull yourself to your feet. It felt like your muscles were being torn open as you did, and Stiles had to loop his arms around you to get you to your feet. It was a good thing he was there, too, because you almost fainted once you were up.

He helped you to one of the sinks in the back and let you run water over his wrist. You stared as the water turned pink and disappeared down the drain for a long time (probably too long, but - disgusting as your fixation on his blood was - it was the only thing that could distract you from the mayhem outside) before finally disinfecting it and wrapping it up with bandages from the first aid kit.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, not taking your eyes off the white bandage. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Stiles shook his head. “You didn’t.”

“I drank your blood.”

“I fed it to you. It’s different,” Stiles said. He frowned, not liking how that came out. “But we can get into the ethics of that later, okay? Let’s just get through tonight.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said in the most normal-sounding voice you could muster.

The two of you joined Liam and Hayden in a corner and started waiting it out. He was healing a lot quicker than you were, but he was still pretty beat up. Thankfully, neither of them expected you to say anything. The four of you sat in silence, jumping at every sound, until it was completely quiet.

“Do you hear that?” Liam whispered.

It took you a second to figure out what he was talking about but if you concentrated then you could hear it: the sound of your brother getting his ass handed to him in the library.

“We’ve gotta go help him,” you rushed out as you struggled to your feet. “He’s going to get killed.”

“What? No way.” Stiles got to his feet much faster than you did. He held onto your arm to keep you from running out the door. “You can barely stand.” The look on his face broke your heart. He was so worried about you. “Stay.”

You took his hand off your arm and held it in both of yours. “Babe, I’ve gotta go. It’s Scott.” You forced back the tears in your eyes as you kissed him. “I’ll be back, okay? I promise.”

“Don’t promise. Just stay, alright? Stay-”

You would have stayed if Liam hadn’t grabbed your other arm and started running to the library. Every movement felt like glass shards shooting through your muscles. Your lungs were on fire. But Scott was dying and you had to help him.

Turns out that Liam was more than enough help, though. He burst through the doors and jumped to land a ridiculous punch on the Beast. Seeing as it was already off-balance, you dove and kicked it in the shins (did demon werewolves have shins?) with everything you had.

And then someone shot it. You curled in yourself and protected your head, sneaking a look at Braeden and a very pissed off Malia. You realized that you hadn't seen her since the busses and Stiles hadn't known where she was either. She had been alone.

Braeden kept shooting, so you stopped thinking and crawled out of her way and over to Scott. After the fourth or fifth presumably wolfsbane-filled bullets, the Beast crashed through the windows and sent glass flying everywhere. You flinched at the very recent memory of Stiles getting covered in glass for you, and Scott pulled your head into his chest.

Even nearly dead, he always protected you first.

Malia pulled you off Scott so Liam could get him to his feet. She was pretty much the only thing keeping you upright as Braeden started berating your brother. Good for her.

“You didn’t seriously think you were gonna have a chance against that thing, did you?” she asked.

Scott took some very shaky breaths. “No,” he said with a small shrug. He turned to face the broken window. “But I got its scent.”

Malia wanted to go after it and so did Scott, Braeden (no surprise) wanted to wait to be cautious, but Liam (surprisingly) also wanted to wait. You wanted to pass out, but you figured you were just an outlier.

Before you could argue too much about it, Scott took off after it. Malia half-dragged you out until Stiles found you guys just out of the library.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Stiles held onto your arms and Malia, tentatively, handed you off to him. His whole face was full of concern as he stared at you.

You couldn’t look at him when he looked like that, so you looked down at the floor as he lifted a hand to your forehead. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You looked over to Malia. “Mal, could you make sure he doesn’t get himself killed?”

Malia seemed confused for a second, but she nodded and let go of you. “Yeah, sure.”

Once she was gone, it was like she took any strength you had left with her. You started leaning into Stiles too heavily; all your energy going into attempts at healing. Stiles was rambling - probably waiting for you to say something - as he held you upright with one hand and checked you for injuries with his other. Nothing was bleeding, at least not on the outside.

You didn’t hear most of what he said until Stiles asked, “Can I take you home?”

“Yes, please.”

Part 43

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kittenshift-17 · 5 years

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What are your favorite dramione fanfictions??

Ok, so I’ve been sitting on this Ask for over a month trying to think of favorites because I honestly haven’t read a dramione fanfic that wasn’t written by me or one of my besties in a really long time. But I’ve put together a list of those I have read, and those I liked enough to add to my “Favorites” list on FFN. I’ve included a bunch of my own stories, too, since I honestly do enjoy reading my own work and hope others will too. *shrugs*

Presque Toujours Pur by ShayaLonnie Bellatrix's torture of Hermione uncovers a long-kept secret. The young witch learns her true origins in a story that shows the beginning and end of the Wizarding wars as Hermione learns about her biological father and the blood magic he dabbled in that will control her future.

Howl For Me by Kittenshift17: The Ministry enacts a Marriage Law, magically pairing couples who'd never in a million years agree to even speak, let alone wed. Paired off with Malfoy, Hermione has to suffer the added indignity of the Ministry banning all contraception and forcing fertility treatment and aphrodisiacs on them all. Draco's secret makes it worse.

The Alkahest by Shadukiam The Marriage Law, once enacted, has the power to destroy Hermione's perfectly normal life. Luckily, she and Ron are already planning to obey the horrific law together as a team... Until a Malfoy-shaped wrench gets thrown into the works. Dramione. Cover by littleneko1923 (thank you!).

Lady of the Lake by Colubrina Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. "I don't even especially mind belonging to you most of the time," he closes his eyes and just breathes for a bit, savoring not being in pain. Finally he adds, "Just… try to take better care of your toys." Dark Dramione. COMPLETE

Last Year by Canimal There's nowhere to hide when a victorious Voldemort sends his best tracker to find Hermione. Draco won't give up until he finds her again. A story of the unraveling of the lies we tell ourselves. (Dark!Hermione)

Give Unto Me by Kittenshift17: The Ministry is offering rewards for having children. They've got a list of unconventional pairings and their willing to give certain people the thing they want most. When Ron overreacts to the idea of Hermione being paired with Mafloy and does something stupid, Hermione's life is set on a new path. One that involves having a baby with Draco Malfoy.

Eros & Psyche by RZZMG Draco challenges Harry and friends to play EROS & PSYCHE, a scandalous card game with a dark, mysterious history. It's Slyth vs. Gryff, male vs. female, pride vs. desire in the ultimate game of hearts and amour! Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Blaise/Ginny, Ron/Pansy, Seamus/Lavender, Theo/Daphne, Harry/Tracey. AU 7th yr. Secrets, romance, angst, and sex await the turning of the first card...

Summer of the Dragon by Lena Phoria 3 years after the war Hermione takes a break from Ron and accepts a summer job collecting supplies for Ollivander's wands. What she doesn't expect is having to work with Draco Malfoy, who's more haunted by his past than she ever would have believed. Together they will travel the world, fight dragons, conquer demons and maybe find exactly what they're looking for. COMPLETE.

The Silver Dragon by Kittenshift17: "This can never happen again," he warned quietly, waving a hand between the two of them indicatively. Hermione nodded emphatically in agreement, not daring to say a word lest she be terribly rude. Or vomit. Either was an option. Hermione wondered why she had a terrible sinking feeling inside to think that it still might.

The Green Girl by Colubrina Hermione is sorted into Slytherin; how will things play out differently when the brains of the Golden Trio has different friends? AU. Darkish Dramione. COMPLETE.

Stripped Bare by Kittenshift17: *COMPLETE* Dragged to Malfoy Manor, Hermione is tortured for information on Harry's whereabouts. When the Cruciatus curse proves useless, Bellatrix settles on a heinous course of action to loosen her tongue. Forced to come together under threat of death, Draco and Hermione are about to learn there is more to their relationship than hatred.

Ninety-Five Percent by HufflepuffMommy A new Wizarding Marriage Law has come into effect and Hermione takes her chance with the Ministry and lets them decide who would be the best match for her. Who would ever believe that Draco Malfoy would be her best match with a 95% Compatibility? (Hermione/Draco). Rated M for language and mature themes later on. COMPLETE!

Sang et Lumière by Freya Ishtar *8th Year* Late one night, Hermione hears a sound that chills her bones—a howling from the Forbidden Forest, yet all werewolves fled at the end of the War. When she finds Draco stumbling back into the castle the next morning, she becomes his confidante . . . and something more.

Tip of My Tongue by Kittenshift17 When Draco's wife is caught cheating and pregnant to another man, Draco must fight for custody of his son, Scorpius. Hermione, determined to ensure her son, Aurelian, grows up knowing his brother without Draco finding out, somehow winds up tangled into the middle of Draco's impending divorce. Can she help it if she also keeps finding herself tangled in his embrace, and liking it?

His and Her Bruises by lezonne "I congratulate your ability to leave a mark on me, Granger. Although I must make a point of it that my bruises on you are far larger than yours on me. When competing, you should always aim to win, yes?" Fractured timeline from fourth year up; will eventually look into their lives after school. Violent references. Sequel "His and Her Scars" is now up!

The Wayward Familiar (complete) by Freya Ishtar Returning for 8th year, Hermione unexpectedly winds up with a 2nd familiar when the one she buys for Ron as a gift—a ferret she jokingly names Draco—refuses to go to him. When she realizes the creature isn't what it seems, she goes further than she ever thought she would to get the real Draco back.

Addicted to You by Kittenshift17: An act of kismet whilst herb gathering sees Hermione interacting with an unknown werewolf. When he bites her while she is in her animagus form, he sets into motion a twisted destiny that binds them together as mates. With Remus and Sirius there to help her through, Hermione's biggest worry is finding out the identity of the werewolf who marked her.

Star-Crossed by HeartOfAspen Three years post-DH (EWE/Dramione). A prophecy handed down the Malfoy line for generations revolves around Draco, throwing a wrench into the life he's trying to rebuild. Even more perplexing, it somehow also seems to involve one Hermione Granger? Angst and murder, fluff and stuff.

Amuse Me by sloanwolves DMHG head boy and girl share a dorm. Draco walks in on Hermione doing something naughty then blackmails her. And Draco has been secretly been pining after the head girl all year! - Rated M for explicit sex scenes, language and lots of casual drug use.

Little Do You Know by Kittenshift17: Post-war, eighth-year marriage law fic. In a world where pureblood pomp collides with muggleborn sass not everything is as it seems. As the pairings unfold in the most peculiar matches, the current and former students of Hogwarts have a learning curve ahead of them. Little do they know that those people they called enemies might turn out to be their perfect match.

A Dangerous Affair by krissh Hermione was terrified. The rage in Draco's eyes was unmistakable; He looked like he was ready to kill someone. When she did not answer, he slammed her arms above her head, pinning her to the wall. "How dare you mock me like that," he snarled in her face. "You filthy mudblood."

Curls and Bruises by s l y t h e r i n d o l l "When I'm done with you, I won't need your permission. You'll simply be begging for it."

Better Dig Two by Kittenshift17: Hermione never expected she'd fall pregnant with a lovechild fathered by a mystery man to get back at Ron for cheating. Her drunken revenge leads to the birth of her son. 5 years later she is confronted by Draco Malfoy with a photo she thinks is of her son. Things get complicated when he tells her it's not.

The Risk-Reward Ratio by MissiAmphetamine Set during TDH; a maimed, disillusioned Draco surrenders himself to the Order after he earns Voldemort's displeasure. Hermione's pity for him blooms into something more and he stops seeing her as just a mudblood, as they both discover there's far more to each other than they ever thought possible.

A Regular Life by acro acro Draco's mouth popped open. He'd seen hair like that before in his other life, all curling golden-brown madness, rippling and crackling with an intensity that matched the gold fire in its owner's eyes. Her eyes. Her…Mione. Draco stumbled forward on disbelieving feet. "Granger?"

Lost Images by EvilGu MARRIAGE LAW Hermione must marry Draco Malfoy- the only wizard that (begrudgingly) petitioned for her who is not actively trying to kill her. If only there was some loop-hole... Can the unlikely pair survive marriage, in-laws, ghosts, murderous enemies, and their own traitorous feelings?

Unrequited Snowfall by Kittenshift17: Draco Malfoy has a secret. An Infatuation. An Obsession. '"I have to admit Granger, I was less than pleased with some of the things you drew in this book of yours" he said, pulling his hand away before he could do something crazy like sliding it into her hair and tugging her close so he could snog those pouting lips of hers.' Sequel: UNREQUITED SNOWSTORM.

Unrequited Snowstorm by Kittenshift17: SEQUEL TO UNREQUITED SNOWFALL. The trial of Draco Malfoy was the most controversial of the year. Most felt that he ought to be thrown into Azkaban for his crimes, the other half passionately believed it was wrong to lock up an eighteen year old boy for choices he'd been forced to make under duress. Hermione Granger never expected the trial to take a turn like this. DMHG.

Isolation by Bex-chan He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.

Draconian Heart by camnz Hermione had known the bitter end was coming, but it still took her by surprise as their cottage was crumbling from the force of the Deatheaters' assault. There really wasn't any hope left, but she would fight none the less. The dark side had won and there was no place left in the world for the remnants of her side, so this is how it ends. Very DARK - contains non consentual.

Wrapped In Red by Kittenshift17: *COMPLETE* During a school wide Secret Santa, Hermione has the bad luck of picking Draco Malfoy, suspected Death Eater. When she tries to sneakily learn his secrets in order to get his gift, and Malfoy winds up trapped under some mistletoe, things get out of hand. Who said snogging a Death Eater wouldn't land her in a strangely addictive mess? A Christmassy Dramione tale.

The Switch by BackInBlack99 When Hermione and Draco wake up in each other's bodies, chaos ensues. Will they set out to make or break the other's reputation? And can they find something more along the way? Pride, pranks, and forbidden temptation...

The Boy in the Hammock by galfoy Hermione tugged at the string holding the hood onto the boy's head, gingerly pulling the fabric back to reveal his face. Lying before her, barely recognizable beyond the swelling and the blood, but still very much himself, was Draco Malfoy.

Seeds of Seduction by AnjaliMalfoy There is only one rule in the game of seduction...Never fall in love. Draco Malfoy is a prized Death Eater. Hermione Granger, a member of the Order of the Pheonix is sent to seduce him for information.

Fallen by cyropi What can you do when hatred is tearing your world apart? Can you survive when love is all you have left? And how can you win when you’re fighting your own reflection? DMHG, HPGW.

Mistletoe Masquerade by Kittenshift17: *COMPLETE* Hermione Granger receives a strange and beautiful gift anonymously, and is swept off her feet at the Ministry's staff Masquerade Christmas Ball. Caught beneath the mistletoe, Hermione finds herself snogging an incredibly intoxicating young man, only to be shocked when she learns with whom she had been locking lips.

Aurelian by BittyBlueEyes Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione's quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

Someone Saved My Life Tonight by JadedDragon4 COMPLETE! They didn't choose to be partnered together or for tragedy to strike. But now, lost, hurt, and together, they must choose to save each other . . . or die alone.

Bathwater by xXBeckyFoo It's their 7th year,the Dark Lord's dead and the Death Eaters are all rounded up. Nothing could go wrong, right? There's a sense of peace in the air, but how long can it possibly last when the Ministry's throwing people together for all eternity? Curse the new Marriage Law.

An Aversion to Change by Mel88 Sent back to Hogwarts with the suspicious title of Head Boy, Draco is forced to share a dormitory with none other than Hermione Granger. With a war looming on the horizon and another danger even closer to home, their final year is anything but ordinary.

A Marriage Most Convenient by AnneM.Oliver Hermione lost it all when she divorced. Draco would lose it all by age 30 if he didn't marry. Marriage to each other would be perfect, one would even say it was most convenient. Her daughter even looked like him, although, he wondered why that was.

What A Difference A Night Makes by Kyra4 DHr prefects, top students in their year and Houses. Makes sense that they'd be chosen by the faculty for an honors project that requires them to be locked in the astronomy tower all night. Will they fall for each other or rip each other apart? COMPLETE!

Soooo.... Yeah.... Lemme just fling these 42 recommendations at you. *laughs*

All I ask in return is that if you read the works by these talented authors, please, please, please, make sure to leave them some kind and encourgaing reviews in return.

xx-Kitten

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AIRPLANES CHAPTER 19 (Instagram AU)

(Check out the fanfiction by the wonderful @thiamfresh! It’s gold.)

I FINALLY REACHED THE LAKE SCENE CHAPTER LIKE OMG! IT TOOK SOOO LONG AND I’M QUITE HAPPY WITH IT! I’M SCREAMING!!!! SEND HELP...

‘AIRPLANES’ AU SERIES

THIAM AU’s

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Thiam Playlists

More Social Media AU’s from other fandoms!

I just threw some extracts together to underline my choice of pictures (It’s not the original text cause I left parts out):

Liam knew it wasn't Theo's fault that he'd ended up stuck with the kids while Theo laughed around the fire drinking a soda and smiling but, well, it was so much more fun to blame Theo than it was to admit that he'd got himself trapped babysitting by trying to break up an eight-year-olds fight while Theo walked on without even a glance backwards and then agreeing to help a girl finish off a bracelet he was making. After that he'd been trapped and Theo had done nothing to save him. Just looked over occasional with a smirk.

“Stop moving!” Penny hissed, tugging at a strand of Liam's hair. Liam let out a small hiss of pain. Theo's attention shifted at the noise, eyes catching Liam's before his gaze flickered to Penny, standing behind him, he watched the small girl yank his hair into messy braids, smile turning into a full-blown grin.

“What wrist?” Liam held up his right wrist. The child smiled, stumpy fingers tying the bracelet on. “I even put your name on it.” He said, making Liam feel guilty he knew a total of three kids names and that was generally because they'd insulted him so far so he held minor grudges. “Really? That's awe-” Liam's words stuttered to a stop as the kid twirled the bracelet on his wrist to have it facing outwards. “...thank you, I love it.” Liam lied. Glaring down at the little-lettered beads. Pumpkin.

“Your head looks like an octopus.” Guns said.

“Why would you bother drinking? We can't get drunk-” Eric's eyes widened, a manic grin stretching across his face. “You haven't tried spiked beer?”

The 'party' turned out to be an assortment of werewolf ready booze and an old school boom-box at Casa Del Cool. It was probably the quietest party Liam had ever been too even with music the backstreet boys blaring, the waterfall whistling and the group shouting over one another.

“Are you serious right now?” Liam asked with a laugh. He could barely see Theo from where he was hovering on the edge of the cliff through the dark night, just the glow of skin.

“I can't believe you call me drama-what's that?” Liam blinked at a black mark spread across Theo's collarbone. “Did you...Is that a tattoo?” Theo's eyes flicked down to his own chest. “Oh yeah.” Theo said. “When?” “This morning.” Theo said with a little shrug. “Sara said she had a gun and you know, we talked about it and I'd been thinking so-” “What is it?” Liam asked, moving closer. Theo hovered where he was, letting Liam come to him. Liam stopped a few foot in front of him. The light reflecting off the water shimmered against Theo's chest, making the tattoo look like it was wiggling. “DNA.” Liam stated. It was small, running across Theo's collarbone just a little stand of DNA. Liam could see a small break in the chain. Like a bit was missing.

He was sure they were closer than he remembered, something that was only proved when he Theo let out a wispy breath that fanned across Liam's cheek leaving the hairs on the back of Liam's neck stand on end. His body unconsciously swaying closer.

Liam lowered his hand slowly, fingers staying glue to Theo's skin. He may not know what the hell he was doing but he did know he didn't want to stop just yet. Theo let go of the bracelet, allowing Liam's hand to travel, sweeping a line down his chest to his waist.

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asflowersfade · 7 years

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Scribble-Doodle: Alec Fray #10

Set in my Alec Fray AU. Werewolves and warlocks and all that hassle.

It’s Friday night and they just closed the shop for the day. Or at least they closed it for the mundane crowd, opening it for their… other clientele. So, it’s just Alec and Dot because Jocelyn and Clary went out for their regular mother-daughter-evening. It’s quiet and peaceful and Alec uses the lull to take out the trash.

And that’s when it happens.

He slams the dumpster closed and turns to go back inside - it’s a balmy night but the little alley behind the shop is not exactly a place to linger - when he hears the growl and freezes.

It’s starts low, turning progressively louder and more sinister, and then there’s a loud thump, and when he turns around slowly, he sees a werewolf standing on top of the dumpster, barely three feet away, looming over him. He’s huge and hairy and his eyes glow with inner light. And his teeth are monstrous!

Alec swallows hard - and drops to the ground. As the thing passes over him, he feels the air move and he hears the snap of teeth barely an inch or so away from his neck. And then he rolls, scraping his hands and knees, and when he stops, crouching low with his palms flat on the ground, and lifts his head, he sees the wolf hit the pavement softly and then whip around lightning fast, snarling.

Raziel! Alec thinks with his heart thumping hard. What now? The thing’s directly between him and the door leading back inside the shop - and also between him and the opening of the alley, Alec stuck at the blind end with a high wall behind him. If he still had his runes, he would have at least a slim chance to take down the thing. But as it is…

Snarling again, the werewolf digs its huge claws into the ground, tearing at the pavement, and then it jumps. And Alec prepares to roll again - only it turns out he doesn’t have to because something snatches the werewolf in mid-air and drags it down to the ground.

There’s a loud crash as the two shapes drop and roll, and then, in a crackling flare of magic, they both change back: one’s some stranger, white, massive and shaggy, with an unkempt, brutish appearance - and the other’s Luke, standing tall and unmoving between the man and Alec.

“Get out of my way, Luke!” the stranger yells. “That’s an order!”

Luke spreads his arms. “What do you think you’re doing, Theo?” he says, trying to calm the other man down.

Theo points over Luke’s shoulder, at Alec who gets up slowly from his crouch. “If it weren’t for him, the Clave wouldn’t be after me right now!” he rages, spit flying from his lips.

“And what exactly did Alec do?” Luke asks reasonably.

“It was him who pointed them in my direction to save that fool David’s miserable hide!” Theo spits out. “Now that useless mutt is with the Praetor Lupus and the Clave is out for my blood. They want to put me down like some rabid dog!”

It seems to dawn on Luke what’s happening here. “It was you who turned David?” he asks in disbelief. “You turned him and then you let him loose?”

“I did it to strengthen our numbers!” Theo protests, defending his actions. “We’re dying out because his people” --he stabs his finger in Alec’s direction again-- “are hunting us for sports!”

Luke shakes his head. “And you think that turning unwilling people and letting them roam the streets, unsupervised is the answer? You didn’t do it to help your pack, Theo! You did it just because you felt like it. You always do whatever you want and damn the consequences!”

Theo narrows his eyes. “Get out of the way, Luke!”

But Luke doesn’t move. “No.”

“You would challenge your alpha for that… that brat?” Theo roars.

“Yes!” Luke snaps back.

And then they both start forward again, changing back into wolves in mid-jump and slamming into each other, growling and snarling, tearing at each other and rolling on the ground.

Alec looks around quickly, then he takes a running leap and jumps up onto the dumpster and from there he swings himself further up onto the fire escape to get out of the way. He doesn’t know if Luke can take his alpha or not but he’ll have a better chance if he doesn’t have to worry about Alec.

From the safety of the fire escape, Alec watches the two werewolves fight with his heart in his throat, praying for Luke’s safety. And though the fight doesn’t last longer than a minute or two, it seems like an eternity to him.

Finally, there’s a loud thump and a sharp crack and then magic flares up again, followed by silence. Alec doesn’t know who won but someone obviously did, the fight’s over.

Carefully, he climbs over the railing and drops back down into the alley, landing light and bending his knees to absorb the impact. Then he starts forward warily, ready to bolt if need be, but he has to check on Luke who got involved only to protect him and who might be hurt and in need of help.

“Luke?” Alec calls out softly.

And then Luke stumbles out from behind the dumpster in shredded and bloody clothes and with his eyes flaring green, the winner and the new alpha of the New York pack. But he’s also slashed and bitten and barely conscious.

Alec catches him before he can fall and screams Dot’s name.

Alec rushes into the living room with a tray full of bandages, an apology for not finding more around the apartment already on his lips, but he stops short, eyes going wide because there’s a stranger there, with Dot and Luke, a man dressed in flashy clothes and sparkling with glitter. Who…?

“I just need you to keep him from dying long enough for me to prepare the healing potion,” Dot’s saying to the man.

She’s kneeling by Luke’s side, trying to heal his wounds with magic but they’re refusing to even scab over and Luke’s bleeding all over her and the upholstery and the floor… Alec’s never seen anyone bleed this much and survive!

“Dotty, like I was trying to tell you,” the stranger says, exasperated, “I would love to help, you know that - Luke’s my friend, too! - but I had barely enough strength left to portal over here! I’ve spent the whole day mitigating a nixie family feud! I could maybe light up a candle but that’s it!”

Dot makes a frustrated noise as Luke spasm again, groaning in pain. Then she catches sight of Alec and her eyes widen. “I have an idea,” she tells the man, then she scrambles to her feet and walks over quickly. “Alec, honey, I have a big favor to ask.”

Alec sets the tray aside and looks down at her; over the last few months he shot up two inches and now he seems to be towering over her. “Anything,” he say and he means it.

She smiles at him. “My friend here is a warlock, like me. He can help us save Luke. But he doesn’t have enough strength left to do it.” She pauses, then she takes a deep breath and continues, “Would you be willing to share yours with him?”

Alec glances at the stranger who’s now kneeling by the couch on which Luke’s thrashing in pain, then back at Dot. “I don’t understand,” he admits. Because he doesn’t. He’s been trying to learn as much as he could about Downworlders and their customs since he started living here and helping out in the shop but he still knows very little.

“Every living being has a well of strength inside them - Shadowhunters even more so than others since their strength comes from angels - and we warlocks can tap into that strength, siphon it, you can say, use it and shape it,” she explains quickly. “It’s not exactly comfortable but it doesn’t cause any permanent damage, I swear, it’ll just make you tired, nothing a good night’s sleep can’t cure. But it would help us immensely.” She looks at him imploringly.

Alec’s brows furrow for a second. “So, basically, you want me to play a battery?”

Dot blinks at him, then she grins wide. “Something like that, yes.”

“Alright,” Alec replies. He still doesn’t know what to think of it but he would trust Dot with his life. And if it helps Luke…

Smiling, Dot pulls him down - his shirt’s already ruined anyway - and plants a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you,” she tells him, then she turns to the stranger. “Magnus? Alec here will lend you his strength. I promise I’ll hurry.” And with that she rushes out of the living room.

The stranger - Magnus - turns around and looks up from his kneeling position, measuring Alec guardedly. Even in the soft glow of the lamps everything about him sparkles, from the glitter in his hair to his no doubt expensive jewelry.

“Hi,” Magnus says finally, tilting his head to one side curiously.

“Hello,” Alec responds, stepping closer. He clears his throat. “What-what should I do?”

Magnus pats the carpeted floor by his side with one hand. “Come here.”

Alec complies and drops to his knees, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. He admits, at least to himself, that he’s nervous. He has no idea what’s going to happen and he hates the unknown. “And now?”

Magnus reaches out. “Give me your hand.”

Alec slips his hand into Magnus’; the warlock’s hand is soft and warm, not at all clammy or cold like Alec’s. Alec feels embarrassed.

“Magnus Bane,” the warlock says, shaking their hands.

Blinking, Alec looks down at their hands, still pumping up and down. What…? He glances up and finds Magnus grinning at him.

“I thought I should at least introduce myself properly before I tapped you like a keg,” he jokes gently.

Alec lets out a long breath and forces himself to relax because he realizes what Magnus is trying to do, that he’s trying to set Alec at ease, calm him down. Alec shakes his hand back. “Alec L--Fray. Alec Fray,” he corrects himself quickly.

“Great, Alec L-Fray,” Magnus tells him, winking. “And now, let’s help our friend here, alright?” He nods at Luke.

Smiling fleetingly, Alec nods. “Alright.”

And then he feels a tug, a strong, dragging pull deep inside him, and everything else falls away. The last thing he’s truly aware of is Magnus glancing back at him with wide, surprised eyes. Then his world shrinks to nothing but the feeling of being drained.

It’s the sensation of being watched that wakes Alec up.

Slowly he opens his eyes. He’s lying in his bed, curled up on his side and with his head pillowed on his arm, facing the window and the armchair in front of it - and also Magnus Bane who’s sitting in said armchair, cross-legged and with his elbows on his knees and his chin propped up on his fists. And who’s staring at Alec with a curious expression on his face.

“Hello,” Alec says quietly.

“Hi,” Magnus responds just as softly.

“You’re staring,” Alec points out.

“That I am,” Magnus agrees.

Alec furrows his brows. “Why?”

Magnus purses his lips. “Because you, Alec L-Fray, are quite a fascinating specimen.”

“It’s just Fray,” Alec corrects him. “Alec Fray.”

“Alright,” Magnus allows.

Alec’s about to ask what exactly makes him so fascinating, when he remembers. “How’s Luke?”

Leaning back in the armchair, Magnus waves a hand airily. “Fit as a fiddle. Or at least he will be soon, probably in a day or so, considering his newly won alpha status. Jocelyn and Clary are with him now. And Dot, too.”

Alec breathes out in relief. “That’s good.”

Magnus nods again. “That it is,” he agrees.

And then Alec frowns again. “And you are here why?”

Magnus wrinkles his nose delicately. “I’m here to keep an eye on you. Dotty read me the riot act for draining you like that.” He huffs. “As if I hadn’t warned her that I was wrung dry!” Then he pauses and glances at Alec sheepishly. “Still, I am sorry about that.”

Alec shrugs. “It’s okay. I’m just glad we saved Luke. If my strength helped, then there’s nothing to apologize for.”

“It did. And that brings me back to you being a fascinating specimen, Alec Fray,” Magnus states. “You’re a Shadowhunter. I felt it the moment I tapped into your strength.”

Alec freezes for a moment, emotions boiling inside him: fear, anger, shame, longing… “I was,” he replies in the end a little hoarsely. He knows he should deny it but he’s always hated lying. And besides, Magnus seems to know anyway, so what would be the point?

Hearing the pain in Alec’s voice, Magnus’ eyes, his whole expression turns from inquisitive to kind. “No, you still are, Alec. The runes, they were just the outward representation of who you were. They didn’t make or break you. Over the years, I’ve met several Shadowhunters who got de-runed - and not one of them was a bad person, just the opposite. Don’t let the Clave’s opinion be the measure of your worth.”

Swallowing hard, Alec whispers, “I’m trying not to.”

Magnus nods firmly. “Good. Because you just helped save a werewolf’s life by sharing your strength with a warlock. And from what Dotty told me, you saved another one of us from execution using your knowledge of the Accords. You are upholding your people’s creed and protecting the innocents and you don’t need runes for that. Just a good heart and a good head on your shoulders.”

Alec glances away, flushing a little. He’s never been good at accepting compliments.

“Alright,” Magnus say briskly as if sensing Alec’s awkwardness, “I should really be going now that I can assure Dotty that you won’t suddenly expire during the night hours.” Then he unfolds his legs, dropping his stockinged feet to the floor, and as he gets up, he leans over and with mischief in his eyes he whispers conspiratorially, “Don’t let Dorothea’s sweet appearance fool you, she’s mean!”

Alec hides his smile behind a blanket.

Magnus walks up to the door and stops there, turning back. “I’m glad to have met you, Alec Fray. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Alec replies, still smiling.

And it’s not until Alec’s about to fall asleep that it hits him, the realization, and his eyes fly open in the dark. Magnus Bane. It wasn’t just some random warlock but Magnus Bane himself.

Alec just met the High Warlock of Brooklyn!

#scribbledoodle #alec lightwood #luke garroway #dot rollins #magnus bane #my fics #my shadowhunters fics #my lightwood fics #alec fray

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oldburns-blog · 7 years

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Who: Pyxis, Grey, Lee, and a liiiitle bit o’ Tsuga When: Alternatives AU. Night time Where: Pyxis’ home What: Vampire Grey ruins everyone’s night by eating.

Pyxis shuddered as he felt Grey's teeth gently tug on the skin of his neck. He felt hyper aware of his own fast heartbeat, sandwiched between two still vampires. Lee’s lips hovered close against his ear, his arms wrapped tight around Pyxis’ chest to hold him in place while Grey fed.

They were laying back on the bed, Lee under Pyxis and Grey kneeling over over them both. Usually, they'd be naked by that point. But something in the way Grey eyed him like food instead of a partner let him know that there wasn't going to be any sex that night. The older vampire had been mouthing and nipping on his neck for what felt like a whole hour now. Pyxis was a little hard (in his defence, usually when he was a meal he was also on the receiving end of good sex) but the fact that he didn't know when the hell they were going to bite down had his whole body tense and unsure.

He didn't understand the vampires who inhabited his third floor. No one really did. Sometimes, they were soft with him. At least, with the biting they were. Lee didn't enjoy the taste of magic as much as Grey did, so the elder one usually did most of the drinking. Sometimes they'd both drink from him at the same time, while both in him as well. Those were usually the days he passed out and forgot the next ten or so hours. Those really, really weren't his ‘favorite’ nights that he spent with the two by far.

“Shh,” Grey suddenly hushed against his neck. They licked up the column of his neck, causing Pyxis to whimper audibly. “Your heart is racing, little witch. This isn't a new event for you.”

“Y-yeah. Maybe if you had your dick out, it would be.” Pyxis stuttered out, pulling an amused huff from Lee. “But all our pants are still on.”

Grey smirked, Pyxis could feel their lips quirk against his jaw. “Aw, you want us to rip you up again?” They said in such a loving manner that Pyxis choked on his own tongue for a second.

“No,” he snapped. “But I wouldn't be opposed to normal sex for once.”

“Normal?” Lee snorted.

Grey huffed again. “Oh, little witch. You should know by now that with someone like you, we don't do normal.” Grey chuckled, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to Lee's lips, something to appease him, Pyxis guessed, before going back to Pyxis’ already tender neck. “You're simply too much of a sweet treat.”

This time their teeth were sharp as needles and his skin finally started catching under those points. He whimpered. Grey inhaled quietly and tore into Pyxis’ neck with an inhuman strength and he would have screamed out loud, had Lee's hand not flown to cover his mouth.

Grey took large, greedy mouthfuls of Pyxis’ blood quickly, barely giving him any time to recover from the last. They moaned against his neck with every gulp they stole. Pyxis felt his eyes begin to well up and tears spill down his cheeks, wetting Lee's hand as well. The other vampire made no move to stop Grey, of course. In fact, Pyxis’ whimpering and Grey's groaning only seems to turn him on even further.

Weakly, Pyxis balled his hands into fists and tried hitting Grey's side in an attempt to push them off. It didn't work, he didn't know why he thought it would. The vampire only gripped his shoulders tighter. He whimpered Grey's name against Lee's hand when his vision in the already dimly lit room felt spotty.

“Grey,” he distantly heard Lee whisper. Soon, the vampire stopped drinking from him. Pyxis would swear he'd always be able to hear their teeth pull away from his skin with a slick sound. Their tongue gently prodded and glided over the teeth shaped holes on his neck. Pyxis shivered beneath them.

For all of Pyxis’ whimpers and clearly worrying movements, Grey didn't seem to pay much mind. They pulled away from him to look down at his face. Pyxis was collected enough to know the smug smirk on the vampire’s face. Grey leaned over him again, obscuring his vision. The slick sounds that followed told Pyxis that Grey was sharing a bit of his blood with Lee.

Lee's hand loosened it's grip on his face, yet even with the gasps of air he could finally take, Pyxis felt himself slipping further and further into the quiet, familiar black.

When he was aware of his surroundings again, it was warm. A bit too warm. Pyxis laid still and let a handful of seconds pass while he tried to collect himself. During that time, there was movement to his left.

“Don't pretend to be asleep,” came a raspy, very grumpy sounding voice. “Your heartbeat changes fast.”

Aw, shit, Pyxis thought. Call him dumb for hoping that he'd wake up after losing so much blood fast enough that he could get cleaned up before Tsuga came home, but he really didn't want to bother the werewolf anymore.

He cracked one eye open to a small slit, letting it adjust to the gentle lighting, then doing the same with the other. Once his eyes focused, the peeved expression on Tsuga’s face loomed above him.

“You fucking idiot.” They almost barked. Almost. They were restraining themself. But the venom was still in their voice. Pyxis thanked them that much. “The hell were you thinking?”

“... huh?” Pyxis’ mouth felt like it had been stuffed with fur.

Tsuga scoffed. The anger in their eyes didn't match the gentle movement of their hand as they brushed his fringe from his face. “Should have known you'd just crawl back to their cold claws.” They muttered. Pyxis blinked a few more times. Tsuga moved away from his line of sight and he took that as a cue to lean up and look around.

He was on Tsuga’s bed, tucked in safely under their number of blankets. Pyxis sleepily wormed about for a second, attempting to turn to his side before being stopped by Tsuga’s hands. They pushed him down by his shoulders with a soft touch.

“Stay,” they sighed, sounding tired, exasperated. “For once. Stay where I can make sure you're safe.” Tsuga met his eyes and stared, clearly awaiting a response. When one didn't come, mostly because Pyxis’ anemic body was still slow on the uptake, Tsuga only sighed.

They laid down, the top of their head pressed against a bandage that now covered most of Pyxis’ neck. It dawned on him then that the warmth from earlier was theirs, laying over him in a defencive manner.

“Theo is going to make you some food in a bit.” Tsuga mumbled, fingers fisting the blanket right over Pyxis’ heart. “So just stay here and rest, for once.”

Pyxis didn't need to be told twice.

#character: pyxis #character: vampire!grey #au: alternates #drabble

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So Close - S.S. XXXIX

Masterlist Prev. | Part 39

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A/N: guess who straight up forgot what day of the week it was but a day late is better than never right?? hope you guys like it!! 💕 (also i couldn’t find the gif i wanted to use so have some alpha!scott)

Though it had only been a few days, you’d been staying at Stiles’ house ever since he and Scott had gotten into their fight. Melissa was hardly impressed with the decision, but she relented when Noah got hurt and she realized that he'd be staying alone if it wasn't for you. Part of the deal you'd struck, however, was that you’d check in with her every day. Seeing as how you needed some new clothes and the Stilinski's washing machine was busted, you decided to make it a house call.

Melissa didn’t seem to be at home, but you could tell that Scott was there thanks to your fancy new werewolf skills. You tiptoed up to his room and stood in the doorway while he attempted to pin photos and post-it notes to a new corkboard. He was using the same red yarn that Stiles used on his conspiracy boards.

The only problem was that Scott attached one of the strings to his jacket as well as at least five other pins. As soon as he tugged on the yarn, every photo and post-it note came clattering down. He let out a sigh and threw the piece of yarn towards the ground.

“It’s easier to stick the details to the photos before you pin them up,” you said. “Once you've pinned everything up, you can connect them with yarn.”

Scott seemed surprised to see you as he turned around. Maybe his senses were slipping. “Thanks,” he said uncertainly, sliding some of the fallen papers behind him with his foot.

“Stiles has perfected the art of the conspiracy board over the years,” you said as you pushed yourself off of the door jam and started heading towards your room. “Maybe you should ask him about it sometime.”

“Y/N, wait!” Scott called after you. You stopped in the hallway and turned back to look at him. He looked kind of pathetic as he stood there with the remnants of his would-be board around him. “Is he- you know, how is he?”

“His dad is still in the hospital so not great,” you said. It came out snippier than you meant it to. You let out a sigh and shook your head as you walked over to him. “How could you do that to him, Scott? You left him.”

“I thought he killed someone.”

“He did kill someone. In self-defense.” You got close enough to him and poked his chest as you finished. “And he needed you to be there for him.”

Scott didn’t mean to yell, but he did anyway. “How was I supposed to do that when he didn’t even tell me about it?” He took a breath and looked away for a second, trying very hard to regain his cool. “Sorry, I- I didn’t mean to-”

“I know,” you said quietly. You wrapped your arms around yourself and tried to think of how to say what you needed to. “Look, Scott … He’s mad because you didn’t believe him from the start. He said we shouldn’t trust Theo and you dismissed him as being paranoid. Then this happened, and Stiles was so scared that you would kick him out completely that- that he didn’t tell you.”

“I know.”

“I know you know.” You took a breath and uncrossed your arms to put a hand on his arm. “You’re making a good effort. Just don’t give up on him again, okay? He’ll come around.”

Scott dropped his gaze and nodded a few times. A memory flashed in your mind from just after you'd returned to Beacon Hills when Scott was comforting you thought you'd ruined your relationship with Stiles. Scott snapped you back to the present after a few seconds. “And what about you?”

That caught you off guard. You frowned slightly as you thought about it. “If you couldn’t forgive Stiles for self-defense, I was scared about what you’d do when I did something worse,” you said slowly. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve seen me out there; it’s only a matter of time. For me and Malia both.”

“Malia?” Scott asked. “What does Malia have to do with any of this?”

“You seriously haven’t noticed?” you asked, rolling your eyes when he said he didn’t. “She’s been hunting her mom down since she found out her name from Peter. I’m pretty sure she’s gonna kill her.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” Scott asked, starting to lose his cool again.

“Scott, not everyone has a family like ours," you said. "Especially not the Hales. Plus, I mean, the Desert Wolf kills people. If Malia wants to kill hee, that's not really my business.”

“But she’s still a person! You can’t just-” Scott took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew he needed to stay calm or you'd leave. “Okay. But we … we’re okay?”

You gave him a small smile and squeezed his arm before letting go. “We’re getting there, Scotty.”

“I can work with that,” Scott said with his goofy, hopeful grin.

In a weird kind of peace offering, you started helping Scott set his board up. The two of you didn’t talk very much as you did, but it was nice to be alone with him for a little while, even if what you were doing was pretty morbid. When he reached to pin up the last photo, Scott winced and lowered his arm before he got the chance.

You reached out to steady him, looking down at where his wound was. “That’s taking a pretty long time to heal.”

“Yeah, I know,” Scott exhaled. He put the photo on his desk very gently. “I think it’s because it’s from Liam. Because we’re not … you know.”

“I know,” you said quietly, still holding onto him. “You need some help cleaning it up?”

Scott took a breath and winced at how much his chest moved. “No, I can handle it. Do you wanna get your stuff and I’ll drop you off at Stiles’ house?”

No. You wanted to help your brother. Instead you just gave him a weak smile and pulled your hand away. “Sure. Yell if you need any help.”

Scott promised he would but you doubted that he’d follow through with it, so you kept an ear out for any surprises. The sounds of Scott struggling to clean his wounds weren’t that surprising, but Stiles coming over to ask for Scott's help was. Scott agreed immediately, like you knew he would, and the two of them were off before you knew it.

Though it was a little disheartening that Stiles hadn’t picked you to be his werewolf partner in crime, you were relieved that they were both making an effort to patch up. You followed them anyway, just in case, but you kept your distance so they wouldn’t spot you.

They were investigating what happened at the relay station with Hayden, her sister, and the new chimera at the relay station. You listened closely to what was going on inside and waited maybe five minutes before following them down when they found a secret tunnel underground.

Following them without them noticing was harder down in the tunnels - everything echoed off the walls - but you managed to stay hidden until they were attacked.

Seeing Tracy alive and trying to kill your friends was as bizarre an experience as seeing her dead body, but not any more bizarre than punching your formerly-dead classmate Josh in the mouth. You wondered if the others felt like this after you died.

Josh’s electricity made your heart race but you still managed to slam him against the wall and Scott shoved Tracy’s claws between Josh’s shoulder blades a second later. You sliced Tracy with your claws as you let go of Josh and she collapsed to the ground a few feet away from where Stiles lay paralyzed. You pressed the sole of your shoe into her back to keep her on the ground and looked up at Scott for advice on how to handle it.

Scott was shining his alpha eyes at a spot along the pipes. He let out a low growl and Corey materialized a second later, very much still afraid of him.

“Okay!” Theo called out from the shadows. Your heel dug further into Tracy's back as you turned to face where he stepped out from another part of the tunnels. “Maybe they’re not ready to take on an Alpha just yet.” You threw one of your knives at him and he looked minorly inconvenienced as he dodged it. “Though I didn’t expect you to have help. Or to smell fear.”

Tracy started moving under your foot and you started pushing her further down when Scott shook his head at you. Reluctantly, you took your foot off her back and took a step back. Tracy got to her feet without taking her eyes off you.

“He has fangs!” Corey argued. You had to admit, sending cute little Corey after Scott seemed idiotic.

“What did you do to them?” you asked Theo.

Theo gave you a nauseating smile. “Jealous of the newer model?”

“What did you do?” Scott repeated.

“I found some new friends,” Theo said as he looked back over at Scott. “I don’t take rejection very well.”

“Haven’t you had a lifetime of practice?” you asked. Tracy and Corey picked up Josh and you held a hand out and stepped in front of them. Sure, he just tried to kill your brother but you were still protective over him. “Where are you taking him?”

“Somewhere where he's not gonna get stabbed in the back,” Tracy said venomously. “You got a problem with that?”

“No,” Scott answered for you. “Get out of here.”

You moved out of their way so they could leave, but you didn’t say anything until you were sure that they were long gone. You took a deep breath and returned your focus to Theo, who was dangerously close to Stiles.

“Hey, Theo,” Stiles said with fake enthusiasm from where he lay paralyzed.

“Stiles,” Theo said. He lifted his foot and smashed the floor in front of Stiles, the part of the floor with Latin written on it in Mercury, but it was too close to him for you to be comfortable. Theo sighed and walked closer to you and Scott. “You’re going to leave here thinking that you need to worry about me.” He circled you and Scott as he spoke. “But you’re wrong. We’re actually on the same side.”

You looked over at Scott for a second and he looked just as distrusting as you did for once.

“But that thing …” Theo said as he came to a stop, looking up at the ceiling. “That’s what we need to worry about. Your pack and mine.” You scoffed under your breath. His pack. “Now, we’re gonna go back to school and pretend like we’re normal teenagers, but at night, we’re going to be fighting for our lives.”

“What is it?” Stiles asked.

“It’s not a chimera,” Theo said.

“But it’s just a kid underneath,” Scott argued, always noble. “Someone like us.”

Theo tilted his head and gave Scott one of his secretive smiles. “Not anymore.” He started turning again and walked off into the darkness after his new pack of chimeras.

You took a deep breath and let out a long exhale as you put your head in your hands for a moment. “Well, shit, guys. That sounds awful.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Stiles said as he looked you up and down (which looked very interesting considering his collapsed position on the floor). “What are you doing here, by the way?”

“Hi, babe, good to see you too,” you teased as you crouched down in front of him. You moved some hair out of his face and smiled at him. “I came to make sure neither of you killed one another. Can I sit you up?”

Stiles let out a sigh and rolled his eyes to the best of his paralyzed abilities. He looked ready to say something sarcastic before deciding against it. “Yes, please.”

You smiled at him and looped his arm around your shoulder while Scott took Stiles’ other arm. The two of you dragged him to a wall and propped him up, Scott sitting on his one side and you on his other. As Scott settled in, you picked up Stiles’ hand and moved it into yours.

“He knew what it meant and I can’t even remember the words,” Scott said after a while.

“Damnatio Memoriae,” Stiles said. Scott looked at him a little incredulously and it made you smile. Of course, Stiles remembered the ominous Latin writing. “It means the condemnation of memory. I think it also means that whatever the Dread Doctors created, whatever this last chimera really is ... it’s not something new. It’s something old. Really old.”

“So they didn’t create a new creature,” Scott said slowly.

“They resurrected one,” you said, turning so you look at both of them clearly. “Like how Theo resurrected the others.”

“Not exactly, but …” Stiles took a deep breath. “Yeah.”

“That sounds bad,” you said quietly.

“Really bad.” Scott waited a minute and then pressed his index and middle fingers to the dirt and drew a circle, the beginning of his pack symbol. “We need help,” he said. “If Theo’s got his own pack now then we need ours. We have to get the others back.”

“The others?” Stiles repeated. “You mean Kira who’s currently battling a homicidal fox spirit inside of her, Malia who isn’t even speaking to us, Lydia who’s stuck in Eichen House, and Liam who almost killed you?”

“Also known as our best friends,” Scott said.

You snorted and Stiles pulled a face at you, which only made you laugh harder. It felt wrong to laugh in these tunnels. “And how do you plan on getting the gang back together?” you asked.

“One by one,” Scott said. His eyes flicked from Stiles to the incomplete pack boob in the dust.

“You’re not seriously going to make me do it,” Stiles said, frowning at the dirt on the floor.

“You’re part of the pack, right?” Scott asked.

“Here,” you said as you moved to grab Stiles' other hand. You held two of his fingers in your hand. “Just until you get your feeling back.”

Stiles took a reluctant breath but nodded anyway for you to do it. You moved his hand to make a bigger circle around Scott’s and held in a laugh at how exasperated he looked. You bumped his arm and smiled at him.

“Let’s get out here,” you said. “This place gives me the creeps.”

Both Stiles and Scott laughed, but Scott got to his feet and offered you a hand up. You let him help you up, and then you each took one of Stiles’ arms and pulled him to his feet.

The two of you supported most of Stiles’ weight while you walked, but it wasn’t much of a burden to your superhuman strength. You couldn’t say the same for Scott though - the smell of his blood got stronger the closer you got to the exit - but at least Stiles was regaining some feeling by then.

You helped Stiles into the passenger seat of the Jeep and buckled him in before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “See you at home, okay?”

“Okay,” Stiles said with a smile. “Thanks for looking after me. I know it’s not the easiest job.”

“Yeah, but it’s the only job I care about,” you said softly. You were going to kiss him when you heard Scott squirming around as he tried to get into the driver’s seat. You sighed and looked over at him.

“Sorry, the seat is like really squeaky,” he said awkwardly. “I know you guys were having a moment.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Yeah, emphasis on ‘were.’”

You laughed again while Scott stammered out ten thousand apologies and Stiles gave him a hard time. There was still a long way to go, but this was a start. And this was enough.

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