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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
FIC: Infinite Nights
[Fic] Infinite Nights
Creator Name(s): bleep0bleep
Rating: T and Up
Pairings (if applicable): Scott McCall/ Stiles Stilinski
Warnings (if applicable): None
Prompt/movie that inspired your work: Augusta, Gone.
Summary: Scott knows this summer is going to be the one, the one where he leads his first successful backcountry trip, proves himself as a leader and can start the transition from volunteer to paid staff. He didn’t plan to meet Stiles, the juvenile delinquent who thinks going to wilderness camp is a joke and has seemed to make it his mission to get into Scott’s pants.
Stiles would have gladly gone to jail for his latest prank on Jackson, but his great-aunt and his social worker Morrell seems to think he can still make something of himself. He doesn’t care about the trees and the view and the lake– Scott is nineteen to Stiles’ eighteen and Stiles is just knows they would be good together, but the guy is hung up on this counselor/camper thing.
Between s'mores, skinny dipping, lightning storms, there’s plenty of time to fall in love when you least expect it.
Mod Post
Hi all!
Time certainly flies when you’re having fun, because today is the final day of posting! We want to thank each and every one of you who has taken part in this fest and we hope you all had an awesome time like we did!
If you guys want to see a roundup of works, head on over to the AO3 Bitetime Fest Collection HERE. We encourage you all to let the participants know how much you enjoyed their creations and to be generous with your Kudos!
We hope to see you all around in the future!
All the best, Grimm and Blacktofade
FIC: Custody Chapter 2 is up!
{Read it on AO3}
Derek has no idea what he’s just done.
He didn’t mean to get involved in some sort of custody battle -- he’d only wanted to talk to Kelly, ask if she’d let him meet their daughter just once before stepping aside so Kelly and her husband could move forward as a family. The most he’d even thought to hope for was a promise of Christmas cards with photos so he could see how their daughter grew up.
But then her husband had said that Kelly was dead, and seemed to want nothing more than for Derek to disappear of the face of the earth. And his daughter had looked at him with eyes that look just like his, and Derek knew he couldn’t leave here without meeting her, without at least having the chance to tell her who he is and that he’s sorry for not being there for her.
Stiles manages to keep from completely breaking down until after Abby has been safely passed off to Kelly’s parents for the afternoon while he and Lydia head to her office to start devising a strategy.
Lydia won’t let him drive, which is probably for the best considering the way his hands start to shake the moment he gets into her car.
“Breathe, Stiles. Count your breaths.” Lydia reminds him. “A panic attack won’t help anyone right now.”
Stiles nods and starts the breathing exercises he’d been taught as a kid, when his own mother had died, leaving him and his dad all alone.
Except that instead of helping, the exercises just serve to remind him of how his own daughter is going through the same thing right now, and without the benefit of forewarning a long illness provides. And now with Derek Hale in the picture, Abby might be facing losing Stiles, too. And taken away by some leather-jacket-wearing, stubble-having, deadbeat stranger who doesn’t even know Abby. He won’t know how runny she likes her eggs or how tight she likes to be tucked in at night or how to do the voices for all her favorite bedtime books or-- {Read the rest on AO3}
My Bitetime Fic is finally up!
Ok, not all of it. I bought myself a little more time to tweak the ending by posting chapter-by-chapter style. BUT CHAPTER 1 IS UP! And I’ll be posting 2-3 times a week from here on out, just doing a final clean-up of each chapter as I go.
{Read it on AO3}
The door of the club swings shut behind him, and Derek savors the relative quiet of the New York City alleyway. Bouncing’s an easy enough gig, considering how easily he can overpower men over twice his size just by flexing a touch of werewolf strength, but the music gives him such awful headaches.
He lights a cigarette and leans back against the building, grateful he’s not catching sight of any back-alley BJs for once.
“Bum a smoke?” asks a young, attractive man who appears suddenly beside him. Derek startles, surprised someone was able to sneak up on him. The guy raises an eyebrow and gives Derek’s pack a significant look.
“Sure, whatever.” Derek says, offering the pack. The man takes one and lights it, the smoke curls in the dim light of the street lamp as he exhales.
“You’re a tough man to find, Derek,” the young man observes. “You are Derek Hale, aren’t you?”
“How the hell do you know my name?” Derek growls, fisting the guy’s shirt and shoving him back against the wall, “Who the hell are you?”
In lieu of answering, the young man smirks, and presses an envelope into Derek’s chest.
“You’ve been served,” he says. “You are hereby ordered to appear at the custody hearing of your daughter, Abigail C. Welch, on January the 12th, 2015 or forfeit all claims to custody now and in the future.”
“What the fuck?” Derek says, utterly confused. In his shock, he’d let the guy go, grasping the envelope the guy had pushed into his chest. “I don’t have a daughter. What the hell are you talking about?”
But the guy’s already halfway up the block, and gives him nothing but a jaunty backwards wave as he jogs away and disappears down the street.
“I don’t have a daughter!” Derek yells after him, “Hey, you’ve got the wrong guy! I don’t have --” But it’s useless. The guy is already gone, leaving Derek alone in the alley with a plain white envelope and a hundred questions swirling around in his mind. {Read the rest on AO3}
[FIC] Normal Adolescent Lycanthrope Behavior
Title: Normal Lycanthrope Behavior Author: crossroadswrite Rating: R Pairings: polyamorous pack (every teenager up ‘til season 3b) Prompt/movie that inspired your work: Normal Adolescent Behavior
Summary: Sitles has said it and he’ll repeat as many times as necessary: it’s normal.
They want to have sex so they have sex. And they’re smart about it, because while most of high school is running around worrying about boyfriends and girlfriends and illegal drinking they’re having all the fun they want without the hazard of broken hearts and misunderstandings. They all know what they’re in for and none of them will deviate from it.
It’s love and love is normal.
FIC: Solar Eclipses - Who Knew?
[Medium] Title: Solar eclipses - who knew?
Creator Name(s): evlytheevilqueen
Rating: General Audiences
Pairings (if applicable): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Warnings (if applicable): No Archive Warnings Apply
Prompt/movie that inspired your work: How I Married My High School Crush - A solar eclipse sends someone twenty years into the future, where they are married to their high school crush.
Summary: And Derek always thought full moons were problematic and headache-inducing.
FIC: How I Married My High School Crush
[Fic] How I Married My High School Crush Creator Name(s): capaldiiscoming Rating: Teen Pairings (if applicable): Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski Warnings (if applicable):No warnings apply Prompt/movie that inspired your work: How I married my high school crush Summary: “You´re my best friend, so I can tell you crap like this. Lydia is just-“
“Your wife for the last year?” Scott suggested taking a sip of his soda, as if this was facts you could state without practically killing Stiles. Because really, Scott should know him better than that.