#bitetime fest

[Fic] Infinite Nights

Creator Name(s): bleep0bleep

Rating: T and Up

Pairings (if applicable): Scott McCall/ Stiles Stilinski

Warnings (if applicable): None

Prompt/movie that inspired your work: Augusta, Gone.

Summary: Scott knows this summer is going to be the one, the one where he leads his first successful backcountry trip, proves himself as a leader and can start the transition from volunteer to paid staff. He didn’t plan to meet Stiles, the juvenile delinquent who thinks going to wilderness camp is a joke and has seemed to make it his mission to get into Scott’s pants.

Stiles would have gladly gone to jail for his latest prank on Jackson, but his great-aunt and his social worker Morrell seems to think he can still make something of himself. He doesn’t care about the trees and the view and the lake– Scott is nineteen to Stiles’ eighteen and Stiles is just knows they would be good together, but the guy is hung up on this counselor/camper thing.

Hi all!

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{Read it on AO3}

Derek has no idea what he’s just done.

He didn’t mean to get involved in some sort of custody battle -- he’d only wanted to talk to Kelly, ask if she’d let him meet their daughter just once before stepping aside so Kelly and her husband could move forward as a family. The most he’d even thought to hope for was a promise of Christmas cards with photos so he could see how their daughter grew up.

But then her husband had said that Kelly was dead, and seemed to want nothing more than for Derek to disappear of the face of the earth. And his daughter had looked at him with eyes that look just like his, and Derek knew he couldn’t leave here without meeting her, without at least having the chance to tell her who he is and that he’s sorry for not being there for her.

Stiles manages to keep from completely breaking down until after Abby has been safely passed off to Kelly’s parents for the afternoon while he and Lydia head to her office to start devising a strategy.

Lydia won’t let him drive, which is probably for the best considering the way his hands start to shake the moment he gets into her car.

“Breathe, Stiles. Count your breaths.” Lydia reminds him. “A panic attack won’t help anyone right now.”

Stiles nods and starts the breathing exercises he’d been taught as a kid, when his own mother had died, leaving him and his dad all alone.

Ok, not all of it. I bought myself a little more time to tweak the ending by posting chapter-by-chapter style. BUT CHAPTER 1 IS UP! And I’ll be posting 2-3 times a week from here on out, just doing a final clean-up of each chapter as I go. 

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The door of the club swings shut behind him, and Derek savors the relative quiet of the New York City alleyway. Bouncing’s an easy enough gig, considering how easily he can overpower men over twice his size just by flexing a touch of werewolf strength, but the music gives him such awful headaches.

He lights a cigarette and leans back against the building, grateful he’s not catching sight of any back-alley BJs for once.

“Bum a smoke?” asks a young, attractive man who appears suddenly beside him. Derek startles, surprised someone was able to sneak up on him. The guy raises an eyebrow and gives Derek’s pack a significant look.

“Sure, whatever.” Derek says, offering the pack. The man takes one and lights it, the smoke curls in the dim light of the street lamp as he exhales.

“You’re a tough man to find, Derek,” the young man observes. “You are Derek Hale, aren’t you?”

“How the hell do you know my name?” Derek growls, fisting the guy’s shirt and shoving him back against the wall, “Who the hell are you?”

In lieu of answering, the young man smirks, and presses an envelope into Derek’s chest.

“You’ve been served,” he says. “You are hereby ordered to appear at the custody hearing of your daughter, Abigail C. Welch, on January the 12th, 2015 or forfeit all claims to custody now and in the future.”

“What the fuck?” Derek says, utterly confused. In his shock, he’d let the guy go, grasping the envelope the guy had pushed into his chest. “I don’t have a daughter. What the hell are you talking about?”

But the guy’s already halfway up the block, and gives him nothing but a jaunty backwards wave as he jogs away and disappears down the street.

Title: Normal Lycanthrope Behavior Author: crossroadswrite Rating: R Pairings: polyamorous pack (every teenager up ‘til season 3b) Prompt/movie that inspired your work: Normal Adolescent Behavior

Summary: Sitles has said it and he’ll repeat as many times as necessary: it’s normal.

They want to have sex so they have sex. And they’re smart about it, because while most of high school is running around worrying about boyfriends and girlfriends and illegal drinking they’re having all the fun they want without the hazard of broken hearts and misunderstandings. They all know what they’re in for and none of them will deviate from it.

[Medium] Title: Solar eclipses - who knew?

Creator Name(s): evlytheevilqueen

Rating: General Audiences

Pairings (if applicable): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Warnings (if applicable): No Archive Warnings Apply

Prompt/movie that inspired your work: How I Married My High School Crush - A solar eclipse sends someone twenty years into the future, where they are married to their high school crush.

[Fic] How I Married My High School Crush Creator Name(s): capaldiiscoming Rating: Teen Pairings (if applicable): Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski Warnings (if applicable):No warnings apply Prompt/movie that inspired your work: How I married my high school crush Summary: “You´re my best friend, so I can tell you crap like this. Lydia is just-“