#fanifction

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) Word Count: 196,137 Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Cora Hale, Talia Hale, The Hale Pack, The McCall Pack, Jordan Parrish Additional Tags: University student Stiles, College Student Stiles Stilinski, Deputy Derek Hale, Cop Derek Hale, Officer Derek Hale, Police Officer Derek Hale, Mates, Soulmates, Werewolf Mates, Stackson Brotp, The Hale Family (Teen Wolf) Lives, Alive Hale Family, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alpha Talia Hale, Alpha Talia, Alpha Derek, Alpha Derek Hale, Slow Burn, Getting Together, Pining, Pining Derek, Pining Derek Hale, Werewolf Culture, BAMF Stiles, Self-Conscious Stiles Stilinski, Insecure Stiles Stilinski, Protective Derek, Protective Derek Hale, Protective Jackson, Protective Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) is a Failwolf, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Kidnapping, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Hurt Stiles, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Returns to Beacon Hills, Derek Hale Comes Back, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale Can Have Nice Things, Stalker Derek Hale, Stalker Derek, Stalking, Misunderstandings, Warning: Gerard Argent, Warning: Kate Argent, Warning: Deucalion, Don’t copy to another site Summary:

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

Gil makes bread and Thena goes for a walk and that's all that's needed to make a good day

I know Iron Flame is around the corner, so I've decided to write a Poly!Fourth Wing Fanfiction.

It's Xaden X Reader/Eleanora X Violet

It's on Ao3 and I just posted the 4th chapter

https://youtu.be/AL4p4xt4iU8 si=h7B6eW6k1Oz4Z9jg

I'm not currently doing crossovers.

But, I have this narrative in my head where Targeryens were rules of the known universe until House Corrino overthrew them and nuked their planet some millennia ago before events of the Dune happened (aka the Doom of Valyria). And Targaryens were the only House the Bene Geserit could not control or inflict their breeding program on (because Targaryen generics were incomparable with theirs that always resulted in stillbirths). Targaryens are also immune to effects of spice and use it only on their dragons to extend their life and keep them immune to sicknesses. But the spice has to be refined in a specific way and it has to be a very specific variant of it. They are also immune to the effects of the Voice. Curtesy of their dragon blood.

After their planet is destroyed, they manage to flee into the uncharted space with the small part of their people and establish a new dynasty. The rest of the universe believes them to be dead. Meanwhile, they develop unique technology and means of space travel much different and far more advance from that of the Empire.

During the events of the Dune, they resurface and the whole universe is thrown into chaos.

Am I insane and have a lot of free time on my hands with my overthinking brain? Maybe. 🤷

Do you guys like this idea? It would be Leto Atreides/targ!reader AU crossover fanfiction series. I have whole lore written down for it already, along with House Targaryen technology designs.

disclaimer: this is inspired by my 90s au, which does have a main story line, however I decided to tell it in a non linear way as I make things up (yeah not a smart move, I know). if you wish to know more about my ninjago 90s au before reading this, you can check the tag #n90sau in my blog! I may or may not come back here to correct spelling mistakes!

Valerie is an oc I shipp with Lloyd, you can check her character sheet for the og universe here! the only things that change in this au is that she isn't an assassin or a gang member and neither a werewolf, just a regular punk teen in the 90s.

this time im covering the b plot, which is Nessa, Valerie's sister, and Harumi (they're dating). and i apologise for mixing british and american spelling.

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summary: Lloyd and Valerie are running away after having arguments with their parents, both arguments somewhat related to their partner. However, they discover living like adults isn't easy, and Lloyd has been having a ton of nightmares lately...

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The waitress' instructions were clear, so they didn't have any problem finding the motel less than half an hour from there. It had such a generic appearance; two floors, the walls covered with light blue paint that desperately needed a new layer, each room seemed to have one long window covered by thick curtains. There were two women sitting on the ground floor, not much older than them, smoking while chatting and laughing loudly as each holded a bottle of beer. At the same annoying volume, there was an older seemingly man on the second floor yelling angrily on his cellphone, swearing at the person on the other side of the line as he gestured quickly.

Valerie got out of the car, getting her backpack and electric guitar case on the back seats. Lloyd came right after. Unlike her, he didn't try to pack all his stuff in one beg, bringing only the necessary–some clothing changes, his cellphone's charger, wallet and his favourite Starfarer volumes. Not even his own guitar was with him.

There was only one door fully open on the ground floor, with a plastic plaque on it with the words “reception" written in it. The worker there was nice, seemed tired but was still smiling while helping them out. They decided to rent it for the rest of the week, which would be 14 bucks each night. It was located on the second floor, so, slowly, they walked up on the metal stairs. It was impossible to sound quiet while doing so, especially in heels. Valerie could feel her heart beating quickly the more she thought about accidentally waking someone up.

When unlocking the door, Lloyd frowned, smelling the strong scent of cigarettes in the air, rather disappointed. However, he was surprised to see that the room wasn't just a bed and a barely functional ceiling fan. Facing the bed, over an old wooden drawer, there was a TV and a VHS player on top. There was a small complete cooking area, with cabinets over the stove and a microwave. The decoration was almost all brown except for the baby blue bed sheets and painting of a farm over the bed. 

Excited, Valeire threw herself on the bed, the springs squeaking with the impact. She had a tired expression but a smile on her face, her dimples heavily marked on her cheeks. Lloyd couldn't help but also smile too, seeing her happy. That weird heavy and cold feeling from hours before was completely gone, replaced with warm and calmness.

He kicked the door closed, dropping his baggage on the floor. He then threw himself on the bed with her, wrapping her in a tired and warm hug as she gently caressed his soft blond wavy hair. 

Mrs. Yuhara was still exasperated, walking around quickly, one hand on her waist and the other holding her head. Nessa had told her to ignore the scene, but she couldn't. It's normal, she had said as she took her heels off. Harumi did the same, still paying attention to the voices. The girls were in the entrance hall, just a few steps away from the door to the living room, where a shadow could be seen on the floor, going left and right rapidly.

“How could she say those things?” The mum would mutter to herself. Mrs.Yuhara turned to her husband, who walked right behind her. “Can you believe that girl? It's not my fault if she doesn't take things seriously! She's probably going to fail this grade and somehow I'm wrong for being mad at her?”

Nessa gently took Harumi's hand, pulling her closer as she guided her to the stairs. As they passed through the living room, the girl managed to get a glimpse of the scene. Mr. Akagawa was sitting on the couche's arm, his glasses on his head as he looked at his wife walking in circles. He tried speaking calmly through her yelling, her voice already hoarse and cracking as words tried to leave her lips –probably because she teaches singing all day long and then came back home to yell at her child. The woman's hands were trembling with stress– either that or the nicotine abstinence kicking in.

As Mrs. Yuhara passed by him again, completely immersed in her thoughts and bashful words towards her ingrateful daughter, he got up and held her shoulders, tucking her salt and pepper hair behind her ears as he pulled her into a hug. Harumi felt a bitter feeling when looking at them that way. She might not have known the Yuhara-Akagawa family for long, but knew that if Valerie had run away, she had her reasons. It still didn't make it easier to look at her distressed mother, though.

Harumi was about to look forward again as she bumped into Nessa.

“What are you doing awake?” The girl whispered to the dark. 

Harumi squinted her eyes towards the stairs, finally noticing the silhouettes of two small children sitting curled up on the steps. She could see a shine in their eyes, caused by some tears running down their chubby cheeks. They seemed scared, probably because of the yelling. 

Nessa hurried towards them, letting go of her girlfriend's hand as she picked Shiho, the little girl, up. The older sister passed her fingers through the little girl's face, trying to get her long black hair out of her face. Shiho sniffed.

“They are fighting, they never fight” She whispered with a weak voice. “My friend says that's why her parents aren't living together anymore".

“Oh, no, choupinette, they aren't fighting, mum is just… angry at Valerie again, that's all” Nessa said as she caressed Shiho's hair. She rested her head on the older girl's shoulder in return.

“But where's Val?” Shunsuke cried, louder. “I'm scared. I hate yelling!”

“She… um…” Nessas sky blue eyes went to Harumi, looking for some assistance. That's not her problem, she reminded herself. "Shun, Val's just at Lloyd's house, y'know! Like always…".

“Liar.” He accused.

“I'm not lying, Shun!”

“Yes, Shun, she isn't!” Harumi tried, getting near the boy and sitting on the lower steps, so her eyes and his were on the same level.

“Liar number two” He muttered, digging his face in his knees.

Harumi had to hold herself. How were things done there? No clue on that, since she would always avoid staying in the house for too long. She was there this time so Nessa could gather pajamas for them so they'd have a sleep over at Nya's house on the other side of the street. If I knew I'd have to calm down the children's tantrums, I'd have brought my clothes and waited for Nessa outside… 

She remembered how smart that little boy was, so it wasn't surprising he didn't fall for the half lie. Sure, Valerie had just run away with Lloyd, but he didn't have to know she'd never come back. Right? But was it fair with him?

“Rumi, can you help me with them?” Nessa asked, slowly going up the stairs as Shiho stared at her from the sister's shoulders.

There wasn't a discussion on that, so she tried picking Shun by his hand, which he pulled back. 

“Shun, please…”

“Liar! I'm not going back to bed! Where's Valerie?” He asked again, even louder, clenching his teeth.

“Shunsuke!” Nessa called upstairs in a reprimanding tone, making Shun flinch a bit. 

“Let's go back to your room, okay?” Harumi whispered to him, trying to get his hand again.

They weren't asleep, Nessa was sure about that, but they had closed their eyes, so, at least, they were trying (to some extent). She told them good night, while Harumi awaited her, leaning back on the corridor's walls. Nessa breathed out a tired sigh the moment the door finally closed, her eyes closed. She had a more traditional goth look that night, except for lacking the white paint on her skin. Nessa had worn a home made dress as well, made with black and wine coloured satin in an imperial cut, with veils mimicking spider webs around it, while Harumi wore a fully black one with bell sleeves and a bodice that mimicked medieval aesthetic. On her eyelids, there was a bit of red eyeshadow among the black.

Nessa passed through her, signing for Harumi to follow. In the end of the corridor, she opened the door to her room, which had hers and her sister's name on it and a plaque saying “do not come in” right below it. It was a small bedroom for two teens, but they made it work; somehow they were able to fit two double beds in there, each on a different side of the room reflecting its owner's personality. Val's was organized; he had both her closet and the shared messy dressing table. Her bed was done and had some of her old plushies decorating it, and a bunch of posters were all over the place on her walls, while Nessa's bed barely had space for her hundreds of decorative pillows scattered all over it. Hers was chaotic, undone and had thousands of clothes over it.  On top of it all, she had some empty cans or energy drinks on the floor, plus a lot of pairs of shoes scattered all over it. Harumi couldn't judge her, God knows her room wasn't the most impeccable place in the world.

She sat on her girlfriend's bed, assuming Nessa would go to her messed up wardrobe to pick some pajamas so they could finally leave, but no. Nessa walked over Valerie's side of the room, going directly to the dressing table. She quickly grabbed the telephone, throwing herself on her sister's bed.

“Come here” She signed to Harumi with one hand, while dialing with the other.

Harumi raised an eyebrow, confused.

“What are you doing?” She asked, walking hesitantly towards her.

“Gossiping, darling!” Nessa grinned from ear to ear. “And it's the juicy kind!”

“You're seriously gonna gossip about your sister and mom's fight?”

“Oh, you speak like you'd be better".

Harumi bit her under lip, looking away. Nessa dialed someone's phone number quickly, pulling Harumi closer.

“Hey, Smith's residence, who is it?” Nya asked on the other side of the line.

“It's me, pet. Could you hold on a bit?” Nessa said.

“Um, sure---”.

She dialed another phone number, so quickly it was like her life depended on calling everyone she knew. Cole took some time to pick up, and Zane and Pixal even more. Nessa was biting her fake nails at that point, her leg shaking with the anxiety running through her slim body.

“Why isn't Skylor picking up?” Nessa asked, not expecting anyone to answer.

“Well, Kai isn't here…” Nya said.

“And I'm pretty sure they went to Skylor's house after the party…” Cole added.

“They are not picking up, that's for sure” Jay laughed through Nya's side of the line.

"Their situationship isn't the subject right now! Val and Lloyd just ran away!”

Harumi heard a collective surprised “what” on the line. There was no need to be close to it to be able to listen. 

“What do you mean with ‘just ran away'?” Cole asked.

“Weren't they planning to spend the night after the school dance together though?” Zane reminded them.

“Oooh, yeah, I remember Valerie mentioning this!” Nya said. 

"I doubt that his parents allowed that. Wait, did they run away because of this?” Said Jay, probably to his girlfriend on the other side of the line.

“No, Valerie told me that she can sleep there as long they sleep in the living room, so I don't think that's why…”.

“Yeah, pal. Harumi and I just came back here and we saw Valerie was getting out of the house with her backpack and guitar!” Nessa told them, crossing her legs, still shaking it. “Mum was yelling and trembling when we came in".

“Trembling? Is your mother okay?” Pixal asked.

“Yeah, it's probably the nicotine abstinence kicking in. She's very stressed, of course, I mean, her kid just ran away!”

“And yet you don't seem to care at all… Ouch!” Jay said. The muffled sound of a slap could be heard. 

"Actually, I do. But it's Valerie we're talking about" her voice got weaker, the leg shaking stopping completely, but her hand gripped the bed's sheets strongly. “She always comes back. I mean… When she didn't, right?".

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