#teaser posts

twenty seconds or twenty years

Stiles and Derek were meant for each other from the moment they met. It just took life a little longer to get it right.

A Love, Rosie AU

excerpt

Stiles recoils from the torrent of words like he’s been physically slapped. “Go ahead, Derek,” he says lowly. “Say it.”

Derek snaps his mouth shut, but his face still radiates anger, not guilt.

“What were you going to say, huh? That I’m the loser who stayed behind in Beacon Hills? That I’m just some lowly deputy who's working for my dad? A failure who’s still living in his childhood home?"

"You're just jealous of—"

"Ha! You have your head shoved so far up your ass—you're so enamored of your new life—that you actually think I’m jealous of what you have. But you know what? I’m not jealous of you. I pity you. That’s right,” Stiles adds as Derek snorts, “I pity you because you can’t even see how fucked up things are.”

“Or you’re finally seeing who I really am,” Derek says grimly.

Stiles refuses—refuses—to let Derek see him cry. He tips his head up to the sky; feels the pinprick of tears sting his eyes in the bitter cold as he tries to keep them from falling. “You know, I should have realized things would never be normal again between us after that stupid kiss.”

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written by: @nerdherderette beta readers: @countingnothings and @fishcommander

with art by: @dotsaremycomfortzone

word count: 59k

rating: Teen

tags: Modern AU, Writer!Stiles, Deputy!Stiles, Nerd!Stiles, Architect!Derek, Jock!Derek, Childhood Friends, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Kissing, Implied Sexual Content, Minor Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Minor Jennifer Blake/Derek Hale, Minor Jordan Parrish/Stiles Stilinski, Minor Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate, Stilinski Family Feels, No Hale Fire, Time Skips, Long Game, Happy Ending, POV Stiles Stilinski, Inspired by Love Rosie

By SunTomato

With stunning art by the wonderful @colourofmagic

A Larry love story

See, contradictory to popular belief, Cupids don't make you fall in love. They can only make you more susceptible to it, and only if you're already open to it. It doesn't magically change who you're attracted to, either. Really, Harry just provides an opportunity for connection that might otherwise get overlooked.

Cupids get their assignments—Harry still refuses to call them ‘targets’—but they’re only allowed to intervene so many times. You can’t force love, after all.

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A girl leaving the shop, carrying a large stack of cups swaying precariously, can barely look over the top, and the man darts out of the way to avoid her. He almost knocks into Harry, raising his hands as he side-steps at the last second. “Jesus,” the man says, smiling at Harry apologetically. “Sorry, mate.” “’s Okay,” Harry smiles back, and the man’s smile grows a little wider, tired but genuine. It’s only when he’s already passed Harry and darted past some people coming from the Underground, that Harry realises what happened. The man saw him. Harry blinks. He watches the people around him, as they pass him, not even taking note of his presence. As they should. They’re not supposed to notice Harry. So, why did he?

we’ve become trees by sheetghosts (@iminsatiable), art by the amazing, wonderful, and incredibly talented @seanchaidh7.

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will be posted august 23, 2021

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During the duration of the service, Stiles keeps his gaze trained forward, just staring at the trees. His mom loved trees, thought you could tell a lot about people by what kind of trees they liked. She liked sycamores.

He hopes wherever she ends up is overflowing with them. He hopes all she can see right now is sycamores, on and on and on, extending well beyond the horizon. It is what she deserves.

Stiles knows, for the rest of his life, he will only be seeing sycamores, too.

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Approximately 65k, Explicit, AU where Stiles can see ghosts. You begin with Stiles and Derek at thirteen and sixteen (respectively), following their lives through the years as they enter adulthood. Warning for canonical predatory behavior and character death. A story about dealing with grief, growing up, and falling in love.

(graphic made by the light of my life, @seanchaidh7, and includes sneak peeks of her artwork !)

So I'm doing a thing! It's the first thing I will have ever written and posted. So, yeah... I hope you like it!

(Immortalpancake on Ao3) Written by@hogwarts-starship Art by the SUPER AMAZING@1989dreamer

This fic will contain heavy themes and I will be tagging appropriately. Please mind the tags if you plan on reading! (No trigger warnings for the excerpt)

Excerpt: “How come you all call him Number Two?” Stiles suddenly asked. Lydia smiled. “He had the first pick of the rooms up here, and he chose room 2, so we ended up affectionately referring to him as Number Two after his bedroom number.” Stiles nodded, Lydia’s explanation making sense to him, at least the number wasn’t random. “It was also the only thing that got any sort of response; I think it may have been because he knew we were actually talking to him.” “Makes sense,” Stiles muttered. “Ready to start on ‘D’ now?”

Two gave him a curious look, shuffling minutely closer to him and staring at the book. Stiles shared a look with Lydia, both of them wondering if his reaction to the letter meant they were getting close to finding out his actual name. Stiles read through the names like he had done before, both him and Lydia were closely watching for any reaction. “Dawson?” he asked, chuckling when the wolf wrinkled his nose. “No, uh… I agree, you don’t look like a Dawson.” Lydia laughed lightly from the armchair. “Dean?” Stiles tried again. No reaction. “Okay, not Dean… What about Derek?”

Stiles heard the wolf suck in a breath next to him, his bottom lip wobbling a little as his eyes filled with tears.

“Oh… Is that it? Is your name Derek, big guy?” Stiles asked softly. Lydia gasped softly. “Is that you, honey? Are you Derek?” Stiles watched as Derek’s tears fell, he was staring at Stiles as though he had just given him the world, and it broke his heart. “You’re okay,” Stiles soothed softly. “I’m guessing you haven’t heard that for a while, huh, buddy?” “I’m going to call Deaton up,” Lydia announced quietly, moving to the desk. “Are you Derek?” Stiles asked. “I want to make sure that’s your name, big guy.” Derek gave a barely there nod, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his head in his arms as he cried. “Oh, Sweetwolf,” Stiles sighed. “You’re okay, Derek, it’s alright… You’re going to be just fine.”

I  Love  The  Very  Blood  Of  You

by @lovelarry10 with art by @moon-sun-thyme

coming soon for @onedirectionbigbang

A vampire.

A human. A broken arrangement.

A love long since forbidden.

Hunted by hate.

Destined.  

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“Are you okay if we begin?”

Harry didn’t use his words. Instead, he gave a small nod, shifting back slightly in his chair. Louis slowly took a few steps closer, his nose flaring with the familiar smell of Harry’s blood, so like his mother’s.  

“Tell me if you need to stop, okay? I’ll be able to, if you make it clear to me.”

Without waiting for a reply, Louis leaned in and pulled down the collar of Harry’s t-shirt, stretching the fabric. It was already thin, like it was years old and had been worn almost to death, but there was something almost nostalgic about it. Louis wanted to take care of it, assuming it was fairly precious to Harry, and he let go, not wanting to stretch it beyond reason. He licked his lips, finally starting to prepare himself as his fangs dropped into place. There was a faint pulse in Harry’s neck as his blood rushed through his jugular, and Louis almost couldn’t wait to taste it, to see exactly what it was going to be like on his tongue.

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