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I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you're able to write loads & make lots of progress <3

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Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Time Travel, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Hermione Granger-centric, Wolves Summary:

After the death of Dumbledore, Hermione learns some family secrets that turn her whole life around. But when these secrets give her a chance to go back to when it all began and save the people she loves, will she take it? Or is the future really set in stone?

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Chapters: 19/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Time Travel, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Hermione Granger-centric, Wolves Summary:

After the death of Dumbledore, Hermione learns some family secrets that turn her whole life around. But when these secrets give her a chance to go back to when it all began and save the people she loves, will she take it? Or is the future really set in stone?

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It's too bad Netfl1x recently stopped streaming Teen W0lf.

On an unrelated note: This is definitely "NOT" a list of links to three different Drives that contain every episode of Teen W0lf

Season 1

Season 2

Season 3A

Season 3B

Season 4

Season 5

Season 6A & 6B

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Mr Hale and Mr Stilinski Are NOT Dating

There have been whispers around the school that Mr Stilinski and Mr Hale are dating. They decide to set the record straight.

They’ve heard the whispers circulating the school, a buzz of chatter filling the school halls like a swarm of bees.

Mr Hale – the English teacher – and Mr Stilinski – the history teacher and assistant coach for the lacrosse team – are dating.

They weren’t quite sure when it started, but whispers of their alleged relationship had spread throughout the school. Snippets of gossip and rumours would trail back to them.

“Did you see the way Mr Hale looked at Mr Stilinski today?”

“I’ve never seen Mr Hale smile, but Mr Stilinski makes him smile.”

“They’d make such a cute couple.”

“I saw Mr Stilinski in Mr Hale’s office the other day.”

“Mr Hale helped Mr Stilinski put away the sports gear after practice yesterday, and they were in the equipment room for quite some time.”

“Mr Hale and Mr Stilinski always spend their lunch breaks together in their classrooms.”

For the most part, they were amusing, harmless gossip and stories made up by kids who had watched a few too many romance movies, but it was starting to get out of hand. So Stiles and Derek decided to address the rumours.

They called all their students together and gathered in one of the larger classrooms. Students crammed in where they could, sitting in chairs or on the floor, a few perching themselves on the cabinets that lined the far wall. The room was filled with a quiet buzz of chatter, a mixture of confusion, concern, and excitement.

Derek stood in front of his desk. His arms were crossed over his chest as he leant back against the edge of the desk. Stiles stood beside him, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket.

“Alright,” Derek said gruffly.

The room fell silent.

“We’re heard quite a lot of talk around the school about whether or not Mr Stilinski and I are dating,” Derek started.

The students started cheering. Some let out excited gasps and a few students shouted, “I knew it!”

Derek drew in a deep breath, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He waited for them to settle before continuing, “We’ve decided to clear this up, once and for all. Mr Stilinski and I are not dating.”

The room filled with shocked gasps, hushed whispers and a one student who was brave enough to shout, “Yet!”

Stiles ducked his head, hiding his smirk as he struggled to smother his laughter.

Derek waited for the room to fall quiet, his stern stare hushing the room.

“Mr Stilinski and I are not dating,” he reiterated. Pausing for a moment – waiting to see if the students would object again – before adding, “We’re married.”

The room burst into a cacophony of noise: cheers, screams, applause. You could have sworn they were celebrating winning the nationals, not finding out their teachers were married.

Stiles couldn’t hold it in any more, he burst out laughing, turning away from his students so that they couldn’t see how bright red his face was.

Derek glanced over at him, his harsh features softening as he smiled lovingly at Stiles and let out a quiet chuckle.

Stiles drew in a dep breath, gathering himself as he raised his voice above the noise to say, “And nothing happened in the equipment room.”

The members of the lacrosse team and a few other students who had heard that rumour started laughing.

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Oh, to be crushed underneath your werewolf boyfriend 💭

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Sterek bingo: dating

this one is an either way type thing. Something along the lines of everyone they know thinking they are dating before they are. OR someone outside the pack not realizing they are dating and trying to get with either one of them, not realizing they are being let down constantly.

Eyo, I kinda did all the things combined lmao. Enjoy!

•••••|

It starts with Peter.

Peter, who saunters into the loft one morning and raises an eyebrow at the two mugs of coffee on the table. He glances at Derek, shirtless and sleepy. Then at Stiles, who’s sprawled on the couch, wearing Derek’s sweats and Derek’s hoodie and holding Derek’s dog-eared copy of Watership Down like it belongs to him.

“You could just say you’re mated,” Peter says dryly, snagging a muffin from the counter. “No one would be surprised.”

“We’re not,” Derek says flatly, pouring his coffee.

Stiles snorts. “We’re really not. I mean, would he let me put hot sauce in his eggs if we were?”

Peter stares. “You live here, you cook for each other, and you smell like each other’s laundry. If that’s not a courtship ritual, I don’t know what is.”

••••••

It spirals from there.

Boyd just shrugs when someone asks how long Derek and Stiles have been dating. Erica says she guessed “emotional codependence since 2011, physical relationship since at least 2014.” Even Jackson just raises an eyebrow and says, “They’re not already?”

But they’re not. They’re really not.

Except then someone - a flirty deputy who just transferred in - starts chatting Stiles up. Smiles too long. Laughs too loud. Stiles, caught off guard, stammers through the conversation and doesn’t even realize what’s happening until Derek is suddenly there, looming like an entire thunderstorm in jeans and a Henley.

Later, the deputy asks “So, are you and Stiles-?”

Derek blinks. “We’re not dating.”

“Oh.” She smiles. “So he’s single?”

Derek grits his teeth. “Technically.”

••••••

Same deal when a new volunteer at the animal shelter tries to flirt with Derek. Stiles had just come by to drop off lunch, but he ends up hanging around and hovering a lot. The new volunteer compliments Derek’s arms, and Stiles very calmly asks if she’s ever heard the phrase “those who approach the wolf get bit.”

Derek gives him a look.

Stiles just shrugs. “What? It’s poetic.”

••••••

Eventually, it clicks for everyone except the two of them.

Cora sends a single text:

tell stiles you’re in love with him you idiot

Isaac tries to be helpful and ends up saying, “You guys act more married than my parents did. If you’re not dating, that’s actually weirder.”

Peter, of course, fans the flames constantly: “Did you know they sleep in separate beds? …Oh wait, no they don’t.”

It finally breaks when one of the persistent flirters tries again, this time asking Stiles to dance.

Derek glares, but Stiles just sighs and says, “I’m - yeah, I’m seeing someone, so no.”

Derek freezes.

The flirter pouts. “Who?”

And Stiles, who is very tired of people flirting with not only him but also his not boyfriend, just turns and points. “Him.”

The flirter laughs. “You’re dating Derek Hale?”

“Yeah?” Stiles says. “For years. You didn’t know?”

The moment they’re alone again, Derek says hoarsely, “You told them we’re dating.”

“We’re the only ones who didn’t get the memo,” Stiles mutters. “It’s exhausting.”

There’s a long pause. Then Derek says, voice soft, “So… we’re dating now?”

Stiles looks up, eyes wide, hopeful. “Yeah?”

Derek grins. “Good.”

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Bradley James

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Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Time Travel, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Hermione Granger-centric, Wolves Summary:

After the death of Dumbledore, Hermione learns some family secrets that turn her whole life around. But when these secrets give her a chance to go back to when it all began and save the people she loves, will she take it? Or is the future really set in stone?

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Lily Evans Potter Summary:

Lily Potter was revered by the magical world for her sacrifice which vanquished the Dark Lord for 13 long years. But that fateful Halloween night, she hadn't been thinking about saving the world. She was just a terrified young girl who just wanted to protect her baby

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Severus Snape Summary:

As he passed on his memories to the boy whose eyes were so clearly his mother's, he believed he could finally be free.

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Severus Snape, Harry Potter Summary:

That fateful Halloween morning, Lily Potter wrote a letter to her dearest friend, one containing forgiveness long awaited, and an unexpected request.

This fic is completed, but I hope that one day, after my other big bad is completed, I can revisit this one and add to it. Please read!

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Chapters: 17/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Time Travel, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Hermione Granger-centric, Wolves Summary:

After the death of Dumbledore, Hermione learns some family secrets that turn her whole life around. But when these secrets give her a chance to go back to when it all began and save the people she loves, will she take it? Or is the future really set in stone?

This is my big major WIP, and the sole reason I refuse to even start any other fics that are bouncing around in my head. I have finally been able to sit down and plan out until Chapter 30, and I hope to slowly upload it weekly, until that point. IF anyone’s interested, please check it out and let me know what y’all think.

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The Nemeton of Beacon Hills

So I’ve had this little idea running around in my head for a while…

The druids called the Nemeton the world tree, treating is as a sacred space acting as the centre for all their rituals. It stands to reason that after all the magic that it was surrounded by, the Nemeton wasn’t really a normal tree anymore. It gained some form of sentience, linked to the land around it, and to the supernatural beings that considered it home. Eventually it became a symbiotic relationship. The Nemeton lent its powers to the supernatural that it called its own, while drawing some of their excess power into itself to grow stronger, more powerful.

But then, as the Nemeton grew stronger, it started to attract all sorts of dangerous and powerful supernatural beings to Beacon Hills, eventually prompting the ancient tree to be cut down in an effort to destroy the beacon it had become. Except, with how much power the Nemeton had gained in all the years leading up to this point, it didn’t really die. The symbiotic relationship was cut off, and the tree was trying to draw in more power than it was giving out to try and heal itself. But then the Hale house fire happens, killing most of the supernatural beings it could draw power from. Laura and Derek leave as well, leaving the tree desperate for a new source wherever it could find.

Claudia Stilinski was human, but there was always just something about her that hinted at something more. The way she could bring plants back from the verge of dying, the way animals flocked to her, the way life itself seemed to adore her. What exactly she was, it wasn’t clear, but there was a spark of something in her, a spark that drew the Nemeton in like a moth to flame. It started to draw on that spark, pulling everything it could from the young mother, not realising the devastating effect it would have on the human. Eventually she too dies, drained of what little essence had been keeping her alive. The Nemeton slept again.

Stiles was human, but just like his mother, there was something other about him. It wasn’t as noticeable when he was a child, but as he grew older, that spark in him grew too. Eventually, it grew to the point of rousing the Nemeton. Just like with Claudia, the Nemeton drew power from Stiles, gaining power more and more with each day. Eventually, though it hadn’t reached anywhere near the level of power it once did, Stiles’ abundance of untapped power allowed it to do what it could do once more. Slowly, but surely, the Nemeton was able to give back some of the power it was gaining into the only other supernatural in Beacon Hills that needed it.

Peter Hale had been in a coma for years, before something shifted in him just enough to kickstart the healing again. It wasn’t absolute, but it was enough to change things. Eventually, his actions caused the return of Laura, the Hale Alpha, and the Nemeton grew stronger. Peter kills Laura, and becomes the Alpha, prompting the return of Derek. Scott is turned, then Peter is killed, and Derek becomes Alpha, creating his own betas, and really bringing back the supernatural to Beacon Hills. The Nemeton gets stronger, but it isn’t enough. With its renewed, but limited powers, the tree acts as a beacon, attracting stronger and stronger creatures to the town to gain more and more power. The Alpha Pack and the Darach arrive, not knowing that they were drawn in by the ancient world tree.

Then three teenagers perform a ritual to find their parents, opening the door for the Nogitsune that had been trapped all these years. The Nemeton isn't strong enough to contain it anymore and the dark creature reeks havoc across the town, havoc that feeds the tree. Things change after that. A bridge was built between the tree and the teenager that had been possessed by the malolevant spirit, and for the first time in years, the Nemeton is finally healing, properly. The young spark is chaos and mischief, and completely unaware of the power he will one day wield, the power that the formerly dying tree is thrilled to tap into.

The Nemeton becomes protective of its little spark, and grows fond it him, following his adventures through the magic that ties them. It watches Stiles as he gives his all for his friends, his family, his pack. It sees his love and his dedication, sees his loyalty and bravery, sees the unspoken bond between the spark and his wolf.

And it loves Stiles so, so much. Stiles is the reason its living again, finally, and it wants to say thank you to the young man that helped change everything. The Nemeton is not yet as powerful as it once was, but it gathers what power it has now to grant its spark a beautiful gift.

Stiles is walking through the woods one night, drawn there by something he can't name. He doesn't know where he's headed, but the pull in his heart guides his feet, finally taking him to the stump of the ancient tree that is the heart of Beacon Hills. For a minute, he freezes, unsure of what he is seeing, before rushing forward, already pulling off his outer shirt to swaddle the tiny sleeping baby that rests on the infamous tree. He looks into the little face and sees familiar features that cause an ache in his heart, the thick eyebrows, the slanting nose, the adorable ears. He gasps when the baby wakes and opens his eyes, revealing the same amber that he had seen in the mirror ever day. He feels then what has been done, the gift that has been bestowed upon him, and his heart beats so hard, he becomes afraid it would just out of his chest.

As he continues to stare down at the little boy, his son, he eventually feels a presence emerging from the trees. He doesn't speak when the wolf closes in, staring in awe at the baby in his arms, doesn't hesitate to press the cooing child into the older man's chest, letting him feel what he himself has already felt. Absolute love and devotion, tying the spark and his wolf, to this sweet little baby. When they eventually leave the clearing, long after the sun has started to rise over the sleeping town, Stiles turns back to say just one thing.

"Thank you."

The Nemeton doesn't answer, but the gentle pulse of magic Stiles feels as he leaves is enough.

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I had to spend some time in the er and it got me thinking: Steter with emergency contact?

Stiles is off to college or just no longer living at home and has no one else he trust besides Peter and Derek as his emergency contacts. Peter won’t step foot in a hospital since his coma, doesn’t like to be near them. But the day he gets the call about stiles being there (despite it being something minor) he’s there with no hesitation.

Sorry this took so long. Hope you enjoy it babe! 💚💚💚 (Also, hope you're doing better!)

••••••

Stiles didn’t expect the ER trip to turn into this much of a thing.

He sat on the paper covered exam bed, hunched over slightly, clutching his side while trying not to make the pain worse. It was just a bruised muscle. Maybe a minor fracture. Something dumb. He had been hauling a box of books up three flights of stairs because his new apartment had no elevator and his pride had refused help from the neighbor who looked like she could deadlift him and the box in one arm. So now here he was, wincing under the fluorescent lights, gritting his teeth every time he shifted wrong, and getting lectured by a nurse about lifting with his knees.

He wasn’t worried, not really. The scans were clear, nothing was broken broken, and he’d be sent home with painkillers and a list of Things Not To Do. Like lifting boxes. Or climbing stairs. Or being a dumbass, which should absolutely be written in all caps.

The problem was, of course, the damn emergency contact form.

He hadn’t thought much about it when he filled out the college paperwork months ago. But now that he was alone in a hospital in a city two hours from Beacon Hills and couldn’t drive himself home, someone needed to pick him up.

The nurse looked apologetic but firm. “You’ll need someone to sign you out and make sure you get home safe. Just standard protocol.”

Right. Standard protocol. Cool. Normal. Fine.

Except… he didn’t trust most people. And his dad was on a fishing trip, finally taking that long-overdue break Stiles had forced him to take after the whole crazy summer of supernatural drama.

Scott? Nope. He hadn’t talked to him much since graduation. Lydia was in MIT. Malia was doing weird wilderness survival stuff in the Pacific Northwest. Stiles wasn’t close to anyone at school yet.

So… emergency contacts.

He’d written down two names on the form:

Peter Hale

Derek Hale

He didn’t even know if they’d answer.

But twenty minutes later, the ER waiting room doors hissed open, and Peter Hale walked through.

Stiles stared at him from behind the nurse’s shoulder. “What the - how did you get here so fast?”

Peter’s eyes swept over him in a second, sharp and calculating. “I was already in town. Business.” His tone was clipped, and his face was unreadable, but his fingers twitched at his sides like he wanted to reach out and shake Stiles by the shoulders. Or check for broken bones himself.

“You okay?” he asked eventually, quieter.

Stiles blinked. “You hate hospitals.”

“I do,” Peter agreed, his voice as smooth as always. “But I didn’t think twice.”

Peter hadn’t stepped foot in a hospital since his coma. Not even when Derek got nearly gutted in that sparring match with Isaac. Not when Melissa practically begged him to help with a supernatural case that involved tracking a cursed child through the pediatrics wing. He avoided hospitals like the plague. Like fire. Like anything that could make his skin crawl and memories resurface with razor edges.

But the moment his phone rang and the words “Stiles Stilinski’ Emergency Contact” came out of the nurse's mouth, something flipped in him.

He didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t weigh it.

Didn’t pause to breathe.

He just went.

Stiles was still watching him when Peter leaned casually against the doorway, scanning the hallway like he expected an ambush.

“I pulled a muscle,” Stiles offered. “Or maybe cracked a rib. I don’t know, something dumb. Nothing life threatening.”

“You could’ve just called,” Peter muttered, but it lacked heat. He glanced down at the hospital bracelet looped around Stiles’ wrist and exhaled slowly through his nose.

“I didn’t think anyone would come,” Stiles admitted.

Something flickered behind Peter’s eyes. “Then you’re an idiot.”

“Bold of you to say that to the person with the bruised rib cage,” Stiles muttered, shifting again and immediately regretting it. “Shit. Okay. So, can you sign me out? Apparently I’m not allowed to leave without adult supervision. Which is ironic cause I'm not even a minor.”

Peter raised a brow. “Since when am I the adult?”

Stiles laughed. “Since you showed up. Guess I’m stuck with you.”

They signed the discharge papers. Peter helped him hobble to the car. The sun had dipped low by then, painting the parking lot in gold, and Stiles couldn’t stop watching the tight set of Peter’s jaw, like he was holding something back.

“Thanks for coming,” Stiles said once they were on the road, windows cracked open just a bit. “I really didn’t expect you to show. Especially with… y’know, your thing with hospitals.”

Peter kept his eyes on the road. “You’re pack. You might pretend otherwise, but you are.”

Stiles blinked. “That’s… new.”

Peter snorted. “Don’t get used to the sentimentality. It’s nauseating.”

“Too late,” Stiles grinned, wincing as the movement tugged on his ribs. “You care. I’m gonna tell everyone.”

Peter side eyed him. “I will crash this car.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and sank deeper into the seat, head lolling slightly toward the window.

Then, quieter, “I didn’t have anyone else to list. Not really. I trust you and Derek. That’s it.”

Peter’s hands tightened on the wheel. “Then we’ll answer. Every time.”

When they pulled into the apartment parking lot, Derek was already sitting on the curb, looking equal parts concerned and furious.

“I got the message late,” he said, standing up. “What happened?”

“He bruised his ego carrying books,” Peter said flatly. “And his ribs.”

Derek looked him over, jaw clenching, and Stiles held up a hand. “I’m okay. Nothing serious.”

Derek still stepped forward and gently helped him out of the car, letting Stiles lean on him as they walked toward the stairs.

“Third floor,” Stiles said miserably.

“I’ll carry you.”

“Jesus - no, Derek, I weigh more than I look-”

Derek lifted him anyway.

Peter trailed behind, muttering, “You’re both ridiculous.”

Once Stiles was on the couch, settled in with a heating pad, a water bottle, and the remote, Derek perched on the edge of the coffee table and looked him straight in the eye.

“No more lifting boxes alone.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Peter smirked.

“Thank you, by the way,” Stiles said again. He meant it.

Peter didn’t look at him. “Just… put me on every form. Hospitals, apartments, school - whatever. Don’t make me find out after the fact.”

“I thought you hated hospitals.” Stiles reiterated.

“I do,” Peter said evenly. “But I hate the idea of something happening to you more.”

Stiles blinked at him. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

Derek leaned back against the couch, one arm behind Stiles so Derek didn’t roll off (he wouldn't have), while Peter sat stiffly in the armchair, trying to pretend this wasn’t emotional. Stiles felt the warmth settle in his chest anyway.

He had people. He wasn’t alone.

Emergency contacts weren’t just names on a form, they were the ones who showed up.

Even when it hurt.

Even when it was hard.

Even when they had every reason not to.

Peter Hale showed up for him.

And Stiles wouldn’t forget it.