#twfic

Things to know: 

During December in the lead up to Christmas, we're posting a fic every day. This is our first year doing this and it’s going to be great! (We hope 🤞)

While we're using this as an excuse to stretch our writing muscles, we are limited in the fandoms/pairings we can write. Need guidance or an idea? Check out our blogs (Emily/Alison) and our AO3s (Emily/Alison). (And yes, RPF is accepted and encouraged.)

This is anonymous. We won’t know whose prompt we're filling. The fun is in the mystery and the challenge. (Except we do have veto power.)

There is no required format for the prompts. Give a word, give a paragraph. Make it a quote or a song we have to go listen to. Whatever you feel like - though the more vague it is the more you’re leaving up to our interpretation. If you don’t specify a pairing/fandom, we'll just pick one that calls to us. You can also specify a rating and we'll respect it, but if you don’t then it’s dealer’s choice and we may turn your prompt filthy.

You’re welcome to leave multiple prompts, but do them one at a time! Please do not leave multiple prompts in the same submission.

There is no minimum or maximum word count, but just assume these will probably be around 500-1500 words a day. So if you have a prompt you feel like deserves a chaptered fic, don’t waste it on this. Some fics may also be co-written.

Speaking of co-writing, we're doing this together, so while not every fic will be co-written, we imagine lots of them will be!

No character death. We're probably also unlikely to write an unhappy ending fic. Real life is still too hard for that shit! But you can prompt things that involve heavy topics or angsty prompts for sure.

Fic will be posted to AO3 but probably not as they go live on Tumblr.

Form will stay open until the last week of November, so you don’t have to think of anything right away. (But we will be pre-writing so the earlier you submit it, the better chance it has of being filled.)

This entire post, and the idea as a whole, is lovingly stolen from our friend @alittledizzy. Love you Mandy!

Je t'épouse

Written for @teenwolfrarepairevents Day 4: Season 3 - Married in a Hurry

Read on AO3

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Derek's fangs are at his throat, sharp and menacing and deadly, ready to tear into flesh and bone at any second.

But Stiles doesn't even blink. Hadn't even so much as inhaled sharply in shock when he'd been grabbed, unlike any of the others.

He can see, just over the side of Derek's head, the horrified looks on his friends' faces, can see the way Lydia takes a step forward and takes a deep breath in preparation, the way Scott's eyes bleed red.

But Stiles just closes his eyes, and raises one of his hands to the ball of Derek's shoulder, fingers lightly tapping before settling on the curve of it. "It's okay, big guy."

Derek growls, claws digging into Stiles arms where he's gripping him vice-like. But that's all he does.

Stiles doesn't know what's got him like this, what can be powerful enough to get a born wolf like Derek to lose his senses and turn on his friends and allies, but Stiles isn't scared (though he probably should be).

Because if there's one thing he knows with absolute certainty, above all else in the world, it's that Derek Hale, for all his growled threats and grumpy, prissy attitude, will never really hurt him.

Shove him around? Maybe. A little bit, and only when Stiles is the living embodiment of annoyance.

But actually tear Stiles' throat out? No, absolutely not.

"It's alright," he says, bringing his other hand up to cradle the back of Derek's head. "You're fine, I'm fine, we're both fine. We're both safe, Derek. So. You can put the teeth away now. You're really freaking people out here."

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("That was stupid and reckless!"

"It worked, didn't it?"

"What if I actually tore your damn throat out?"

"You wouldn't."

"You can't know what."

( stiles stilinski x fem!oc )

childhood best friends to lovers

“ And if she grabs for your hand And drags you along  She might want a kiss  Before the end of the song “

Beacon Hills was normally your average, boring small town where nothing happened. Any resident in the area would say sure there were fires, burglaries, and deaths, but no more than any other town. It was all around a quiet place where everybody knew everybody.

Despite going to school with the exact same people since elementary school, Aimee Le Fay seemed to be the exception to the 'small town myth' of knowing everybody. She had been friends with no one else except Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall (though that was a loose term to use with the Stilinski boy) since she was just a little girl, and she definitely regretted never branching out in middle school. It wasn't that she was unlikeable or that she hated people, she just preferred to keep her circle small with people she trusted. And those people just so happened to be two annoying boys who didn't know how to shut up.

Aimee had always gotten along with Scott, though she didn't meet him until Stiles introduced them at his 8th birthday party. The Stilinski's were close friends to the Le Fay family as Stiles' mom, Claudia, was a long time friend of Aimee's mom, Daina. Aimee and her brother, Jasper, had spent a lot of time at the Stilinski household to celebrate Christmas and birthdays, but that didn't mean her and Stiles had always been best friends. In fact, they used to hate each other. Every interaction consisted of bickering and fighting. Stiles was constantly trying to prank Aimee while she blatantly tried to ignore him (which backfired on her because that just made him mess with her more).

But, as tragedy had hit both of their families with the death of Claudia and the death of Amelia's brother, the two of them set their feud aside and called a truce. It definitely took a few years, but at the end of their freshman year, they had fallen into a easy friendship that left Scott astonished for a second; he would've never believed the day where he wouldn't have to try stopping them from strangling each other.

With the beginning of sophomore year, the trio was ready to enter into another year of boring nothing. That is, until they decided to go hunting for a dead body the night before the first day of school. Little did they know that what they thought was just their usual shenanigans would end up changing their lives forever. The full moon would no longer be just something to stare at in fascination.

it came from the trees: a cover (x)

reimagined penguin classic