An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
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and if i could i would live within your laugh
rating: t
pairing: derek hale/stiles stilinksi
summary:
“Dude, what a beautiful crowd we’ve got going on here— holy shit.” And then Stiles is looking at Derek. Fuck. “Holy fuck, well hello sir, and what might your name be?”
He fumbles, mouth opening and closing before Cora hits him and he blurts, “Derek.”
“Ten out of ten moanable, definitely,” Stiles nods, licking his lips. More laughs, Stiles winks. “A moanable name is very important, don’t fucking lie to me! I don’t wanna be in bed and have to yell out, oh Patricia! Or Leonard harder! Like no. God, absolutely not.”
or, laura and cora drag derek to their favorite comedian's show and its basically love at first sight.
lets bring this back bc im bored and miss it... new wip im a lil excited about so lets see if i can finish it
She keeps them in her back pockets.
The gods, that is. All of the ones that have signed her contracts and answer to her beck and call. The thing about gods is that they exist in belief alone, so as long as people know and believe and speak about them, they have power. She still sends Rick Riordan flowers every year in a quiet thank you for all the work he’s done for her. Children’s books; genius.
Because when the gods have power, she owns every drop of it.
Of course, none of the gods knew that when they signed her contracts because all of them are stupid and never read the fine print. Here’s a hint kids, always read the fine print. And never sign anything without taking notes first. For all you know, you may be selling your soul. Which, many have. Or arguably, everyone has, but that’s a debate for another day.
Sakura keeps all her gods in her back pockets. Afterall, they wouldn’t fit in her front ones; they make them too small.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
god sits in a bar and says, "hello trouble, i want you to meet mischief." then hands you a shitty beer
rating: t
pairing: derek hale/stiles stilinksi
summary:
There’s someone in his apartment.
The door looks fine, the locks still in place; so not a break in. But his wards were crossed. It isn’t one of the pack, and it definitely isn’t Derek (the wards don’t bother to tell him when Derek’s home). But the intruder has no ill intent, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to cross the threshold. Which means:
“Hello Fury,” Stiles sighs as he pushes open the door, dropping his duffle bag onto the floor. It's pitch black because Fury is a dramatic bitch.
“I need a favor,” Fury says, sitting on his couch.
this will be an ever updating list of my fics!! :D ao3 | twitter | kofi
naruto
1. series: divine violence | enemies to lovers, fantasy shikasaku au | ongoing
of love and war | E | 37.5k | ongoing
index | G | 2k | updated whenever new information arises
2. series: my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand (its how i know now that you understand) | kakasaku oneshots | ongoing
the intimacy of being understood | T | 21.5k | complete
you taught me how to misbehave | T | 3.4k | complete
peace is a fragile, bloody thing | T | 1.9k | complete
look (don't.) | T | 1.9k | complete
devastation | M | 833 | complete
a drop of power (there is an ocean) | T | 371 | complete
rest, my love, rest | T | 1k | complete
get your courage up my friend (go ask that pretty girl to dance) | T | 834 | complete
this is where we stand, within the ruin, among the very dead (we are the catalyst of our own destruction, the impetus of our own rebirth) | M | 1.1k | complete
milk vetch and yellow tulips bloom on her windowsill | G | 906 | complete
the making of a woman (the killing of a god) | M | 3.9k | complete
arms | T | 3.5k | complete
godless are the eyes of those who survived | t | 5.2k | complete
3. series: war torn and ragged (the beginnings of peace and a soft, soft life) | kakasaku same age, god eater!sakura au | complete
stars in our eyes as we dream of the heavens (the gods walk among us, sweet child, do not forget) | T | 4.1k | complete
ichor runs through my veins, painting my very insides gold (god's flesh does not come without a price) | T | 9k | complete
we are creatures of war, things of violence (all i know is loss but promise me that i won't lose you) | M | 13k | complete
this is paradise, this is home (we fought for this, we died for this, we deserve this) | T | 2.4k | ongoing
4. series: so come meet me in the garden (where the angels sing) | shikasaku oneshots | ongoing
the village's best kept secret | T | 1.3k | complete
the world settles on his shoulders | T | 1.8k | complete
god's pity | T | 1.9k | complete
reflections of our soul (reflections of you and me) | 1.4k | complete
truths: seek them, tell them, accept them | T | 902 | complete
what haunts us | T | 3.2k | complete | shikasakusai
the knife against my throat does not tremble, your hands do not shake (i lean forward, i lean forward and let it all spill out) | T | 1.9k | ongoing
Oh, she would be teaching this team. They will pass her test and then she will break them and build them up again. Sakura will teach these children how to be unkillable, how to be indestructible, how to be immortal.
(Because if they are, then her touch cannot harm them like it has everyone else.)
(or, in one world the ghosts of the past clouded Hatake Kakashi's eyes to the potential of his Team 7. This is not that world and Sakura is not Kakashi. Everything changes.)
