As a completely random rhetorical question, what are your thoughts about a slice of life Teenwolf fic? The Bad Guys Are Gone And The Pack Have A Day Off Together.?
If that's not what you're feeling it's OK say so. 😊 I'll go hunting another plot bunny.
hiii, i’m so sorry for the late reply!! i love slice of life teen wolf fics 🙂↕️
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2) What ships are allowed? All ships are welcome. If you want a friendship or platonic ship just use the format Character&Character, otherwise a slash / for romantic pairings.
For many reasons, we'd like to keep it character focused so no x reader, x OCs and no RPF.
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8) What can I ask/write/create? Anything as long as it doesn’t violate AO3 or Tumblr policy. I will also say that, given the canon, we will not accept requests/gifts that would fall into the Underage Archive Warning on AO3 (That is R-rated underage content. If you want them to smooch in a High School AU, that's fine.)
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“He’s the one I told you about,” Will muttered against Jonathan’s flannel.
“What?”
“The hunter I killed.”
Or...
Nancy is a newly reinstated vampire hunter with an assigned babysitter, one Steve Harrington. So when a vampire turns Steve, she's understandably a bit pissed off.
yall please tell me there's a pitt fic exchange or secret santa out there, im begging on my hands and knees. i'll take anything. a prompt/kinkmeme even! hell, just send requests to my inbox before i start foaming at the mouth and creating the weirdest omegaverse au known to man.
Will does not respond verbally. Their history is a labyrinth, each two steps ahead with warmth and malice in equal measure. A woven tapestry too intricate to undo. Instead of trying to, he pulls the coat tighter around himself, both an acknowledgment and a choice.
Or...
Will and Hannibal share an isolated moment in the freezing cold.
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“They’re sabotaging us,” Stiles hisses. “We need a plan.”
“Our plan is to build the house,” Derek says flatly, but he watches Erica and Isaac like he’s planning their destruction.
Stiles narrows his eyes at Erica’s retreating back, “You know, if they want sabotage, we can out-sabotage them.”
Or...
The pack builds gingerbread houses. Chaos builds character. Stiles gets competitive.
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“I am experiencing mild discomfort, but it is manageable,” Spock admits after a pause, tone clipped.
Kirk snorts. “Yeah, sure, Mr. Manageable. Get over here before you turn into a popsicle.”
Spock stays where he is, internally waging a war between his pride and the logical truth that it would help warm him up. Finally, with the faintest tilt of his head—a gesture Kirk has learned to identify as surrender—he moves to sit with him on the blanket.
“There, that wasn’t so hard,” Kirk teases, wrapping one side of the blanket over Spock. There’s a distinct lack of protest from his partner.
Or...
Kirk and Spock kiss under the Northern Lights.
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Pairing: Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (can be read as Merlin/Arthur)
No Content Warnings Apply
Summary:
Merlin smirks, setting his laptop aside and pulling a bag from under the table. “Close. But this time, we’re adding a festive flair.”
He pulls out the sweater. It’s bright red, garish, and impossible to miss. The centerpiece is a rugby ball with antlers, surrounded by blinking LED lights and a border of tiny Christmas trees.
Arthur stares at it, horrified. “What in the hell is that?”
Or...
Arthur wears an ugly Christmas sweater to an event because Merlin said so.
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After Owen finishes up the last few things at the station, the pair drive separately to his house, skipping the warmth of the indoors and heading straight to the backyard through the side gate. Snow blankets the yard in a pristine white sheet, and TK kicks at it lightly as they walk, watching the powder scatter.
Owen claps his hands together. “We’re gonna build the perfect snowman.”
“Sure, Dad,” TK says, shoving his hands into his hoodie. “Shouldn’t we get gloves?”
“Fair point,” Owen agrees easily, heading inside through the sliding glass door. “Wait here.”
Or...
It snows in Austin, so the Strand boys make a snowman.
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Matt doesn’t respond for a long time, chewing on his cheek like he really doesn’t want to admit it. Eventually, though, he sighs and gives in. “Everything is distorted,” he mutters, voice edging on frustration. “My hearing is muffled, but the smallest sounds are sharper than they should be— like everything is out of balance. It’s all just… chaos.”
Foggy sits beside him, putting a hand on Matt’s shoulder. “Well, lucky for you, you’ve got two very capable, very attractive friends ready to hold down the fort. And by fort, I mean you.”
Or...
Matt's sick. Foggy and Karen won't stand for it.
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Pairing: Callum Drift & Jack O'Malley (can be read as Callum/Jack)
No Content Warnings Apply
Summary:
Jack takes another bite of his marshmallow, chewing slower this time. The sweetness lingers, but it’s the warmth that settles in his chest. It’s not just from the fire or the marshmallow—it’s something heavier, something that makes him glance at Callum again, who’s still staring into the flames like he hasn’t just lobbed a verbal hand grenade into Jack’s brain. “Enough as I am,” Jack mutters, half to himself. He pokes at the fire with his stick, the words rattling around in his head like they don’t belong there. “Not sure I’ve ever been accused of that before.”
Or...
Jack and Callum set up camp for the night— a tale of marshmallows, camaraderie, and finding warmth in the coldest of places.
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