I've been thinking of Braeden for the last little while for some reason and now I'm imagining her and Derek running their own little pack, and raising their kids (and the kids they help out a long the way) and teaching them how to properly deal with trauma and just in general being awesome badass parents. 😍😍😍
Oh yeah Braeden and Derek are so good together…
Before settling down and starting a family, they travel together for a few years as bounty hunters, taking down evil supernatural creatures and helping out children/teens/young adults who have a hard time dealing with their supernatural abilities.
So I headcanon that by the time they settle down somewhere, they already are a small pack because they took in two orphan werewolves they met during their bounty hunter missions, one is a child and the other is a teenager. Then Derek and Braeden have 2 biological children and only one of them inherits the werewolf gene, the other is human.
And yeah they would really try to raise them in the best way possible, showing them how to use and control their abilities, to not be ashamed or scared of it, but also to not use it to hurt and abuse others. They would tell them that it doesn’t matter if you’re human or supernatural, if you have “strong” or “weak” abilities, the most important thing is to be kind and help out others when you can.
Because they also are Like That, they would teach their kids how to properly defend themselves (it’s kinda dangerous to live in the Teen Wolf universe lol). By the time they’re teens, Braeden taught them martial arts and how to use a fighting stick as well as a shotgun (”I don’t care if you are werewolves, your abilities won’t always be enough to protect you”). Derek teaches them how to use their instincts to spot danger and get out of sticky situations. But they also try to give them a life as normal as they can and not be a military boot camp lol.
Anyway, a year after their second biological kid is born, Braeden goes back to her bounty hunter job. She loves it and she’s really good at it, and she feels like she helps people this way. Also it pays really well. But she tries to not be gone for long, and to not pick up jobs that are too dangerous. Let’s say that her rythm is something like : she’s away on a job for a couple of weeks, then she’s home for a couple of months, etc. Derek is a stay-at-home dad until their youngest is three, then he takes a job as an elementary school teacher (he realized that he loves teaching).
Lol this went really far i really love Teen Wolf characters and headcanons, thanks!
“Are you wearing my shirt?” for pre-relationship Kendall/Riley, please?
The smell ofpaint twitched up Kendall’s nose, making him back away and turn his head, pressinghis face to his shoulder to breathe through his sleeve. When he finally wasclear, he looked back at the wall before him and shook his head as he lookedover the large hole in the wall once more.
One too manytrips down the swirly slide.
He should’veknown his mom wasn’t kidding when she said, “Next one who goes through the wallis fixing it.”
But he wasn’t the one who went through the wall,his hockey stick did. Okay, he was abit too lazy to just go through the front door, but who wouldn’t use the swirlyslide to enter his apartment whenever they wanted?
But to beregulated to a full day of learning how to fix a whole in the wall, gatheringthe supplies, then actually fixing said hole in the wall—all so Bitters wouldn’tgive them their third strike? That was some sort of torture. Especially when itwas such a beautiful day. He could be at the beach, or out playing roller hockey,or getting screamed at by Gustavo.
“It’s notthat bad, Hockey-Head, don’t be a baby,” Riley said, lowering her arms, usingher roller to smooth paint down the wall. She looked at him, tilting her headaside and flashed a teasing smile. “You’ll get used to it, considering how muchstuff you lot tend to break, yeah?”
“Ha ha,”Kendall replied. He sighed heavily, seeing how much longer the repairs wouldtake. Having to wait for the wall to dry and then having to do another coat.Not to mention the constant complaints about the smell and having to keep thewindows open at all times. “At least Gustavo hired professionals to do it.”
“That’sbecause he knew you lot would much it up.”
“Can you bea little supportive?”
Riley turnedto him with wide, innocent eyes. She blinked, lashes fluttering as she asked, “Isn’tthat why I’m here?”
Kendall felthimself smile in response. Yes, it certainly was why she was there. He hadn’teven asked for her help. He warned her about her and her siblings about not usingthe swirly slide to get into the apartment—it seemed to be the only way theyever arrived at The Crib—and she’d asked what happened. He sheepishly filled inthe story and the next thing he knew, she was rolling up to the PalmWoods witha trunk full of supplies to repair the wall.
“I was just goingto get the stuff from Bhudda Bob,” Kendall remarked, when he went out to greether, somewhat dazed at the gesture.
At that,Riley snorted and asked, “You were going to trust getting materials from BhuddaBob?”
“Good point.”Kendall took a long-handled paint brush and a few paint cans from her. “You don’thave to waste your day helping me.”
“No worries,mate,” Riley replied. Then she brushed her hair over her shoulders and addedwith a smirk—of course with a smirk, “I couldn’t have you fuck anything elseup, yeah?”
Now, Kendallbrushed sweat off his forehead and frowned as he folded his arms. Most of the daywas gone, but it didn’t matter. He actually found himself having fun, just ashe always did when he hung out with her. Even with her thinly veiled threat, “IfI get paint on any of my clothes, I’ll kill you.”
Kendall lookedat her then, smiling and looked away when she looked back. Then he did a doubletake, noticing—and simultaneously wondering—that the length of the dress shirtmade it appear that she wasn’t wearing any shorts. (He was not staring at her legs, thank you very much). But then realized theshirt looked somewhat familiar to him. He tilted his head, parted his lips,closed them as his eyes squinted, then finally asked, “Are you wearing my shirt?”
“Maybe.”Riley casually glanced down at the flannel that covered her arms. “I found itin the costume closet.” She then gave him a funny look. “Not like you’d knowthe difference, yeah?”
“I might,”Kendall lobbed back.
“How many differentflannel shirts do you own?”
“I don’tknow. I stopped keeping track after the first ten.”
“Do you havesome sort of emotional attachment to it?”
“Oh yeah,that blood stain on the sleeve is from the first fight I got in, in a hockeygame,” Kendall joked back. “I knocked the other kid’s teeth out and still wenton to win the championship game. I’ll cherish it forever.”
“Do you wantit back?” Riley asked, lifting her hands as if to grab the collar. Her eyebrowstwitched upwards, the corners of her lips starting to pull back into a smirk.
“Not unlessyou can get the paint out of it,” Kendall replied, looking over the splotches thatpolka-dotted the front and arms. He then her met her gaze and added with asmile, “And, it looks better on you, anyway.”
Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on. For Sydney and any character you want!
a/n: I’m going to cheat a little and use my first chapter from my Forever fic, Life’s Little Mysteries for this. Not just because I love writing Sydney in this, but that Ii also think I’m the only person with an OC for this fandom while the show is amazing! Thanks for the ask! -Riley
Dr. Henry Morgan was a simple man who had a simple routine. He got up in the morning, had a breakfast of hot tea and a crumpet with butter and cinnamon spread on top. Then he would stop by his antique shop to help Abe pull out the new inventory and put a price on them to be set out.
Antiques weren't things people were normally interested in but they always held a fascinating mystery; where it came from, who had been the most recent owner, and how it connected to history. History was something Henry had always been interested in and would continue to be interested in for years to come. It was a part of him as much as his medical background was.
Once he and Abe had finished setting up the store he would stay for the first hour after opening then walk to work where he was the New York City Medical Examiner, stopping for a cup of coffee in a hole-in-the-wall Mom and Pop shop. Starbucks never caught his fancy. It was overpriced, oversaturated with a marketing campaign that didn't appeal to him. New gimmicks and flashy slogans that were more to appear like they re 'hip' and 'with it' rather than selling their coffee. Abe tried to get him to have a cappuccino from Starbucks but it didn't do much for him. He was perfectly fine with his usual.
On his walk to work Henry watched everyone that came his way and passed him by as well as watching people in front of him. Humans were creatures of habit and while he was the same, he was different in the way he could notice things about people no one else would notice. A woman tucking her hair behind her ear and pushing her glasses up her nose, she was nervous for something. Probably waiting for someone as her eyes continued to dart around from her phone to the sidewalk in front of her. The man standing on the corner, leering at every woman that passed; he was probably looking for a weak target to hook up with. Teenagers that slouched over on their way to school wanting to be anywhere else but locked in rooms to be lectured for hours on end.
Those were the easy ones.
The mysteries of those that took him more than a few minutes to figure out were the ones who gave him pause. Who made him look a little bit longer to see what it was that was wrong. There had been numerous times he managed to accurately deduce his co-workers who hadn't managed to get much sleep and the cause why, able to state those that had a hangover, those who showed early signs of illness. And he was right every single time.
A long history with medicine and people could do that.
The one time he was stumped was later that day. Knuckles deep into the chest of a recently deceased middle aged man when a group of teenagers walked into the examination room led by his associate, Lucas Wahl. He briefly glanced up as Lucas approached the table, his eyes taking in the students and teacher as they came to a stop in front of him.
Right, they were there for a field trip of some sort. He briefly remembered his boss, Lieutenant Joanna Reece, giving him the heads up. He must've been so engrossed in his work that he had forgotten. Never mind, an audience was something he was used to. That short amount of time he spent working as a mentalist of sorts—guessing weight and thoughts to make some money—was put to good use. As much as he enjoyed being by himself he wasn't afraid being in the spotlight at times.
He liked people that much.
"And this is Dr. Henry Morgan," Lucas was saying, motioning to him. "He's our leading medical examiner. Not only is he able to correctly diagnose what has been the cause of death for those that are brought in here, but he can even do it at times without even having to open the body to do so." He leaned towards the students, placing a hand by the side of his mouth. Henry rolled his eyes when Lucas whispered conspiratorially, "And let me tell you that can be very creepy."
"You find that creepy when we have a class filled with high school students coming to visit a medical examiner? Especially when they're the most hormonal creatures on the planet and can find they base their decisions off of emotions rather than thought?" Henry replied with a quirk of an eyebrow and a half smile.
Lucas rolled his head towards his colleague and gave him a warm smile. But the look in his eyes wasn't exactly warm. They darted over towards the teacher and back to Henry in rapid succession. Henry cleared his throat at the silence that stretched, so his joke didn't go over so well. That was just fine, his jokes didn't always strike their mark but they made him chuckle.
Henry's lips twitched into a small smile to silently calm Lucas, before he turned to the teacher, who had opened her mouth to respond. "I assume that this is for a physiology class. And if I'm to assume even further it, specifically, is for an advanced class."
The teacher's eyes widened. "H-how did you know that?" She stammered, clearly impressed with how he could've deducted it just from glancing at the students.
Henry pulled back from the body in front of him, blood sticking to the fingers of his gloves. He nodded over to the student that was standing directly in front of him; had noticed the notebook that she was holding in front of her. "Physiology is one of the few courses that would have students visit a medical examiner." He cleared his throat. "Not only is she ready to take notes, but she's clearly not the only one as there are pens or pencils sticking out of the pockets of all of the students, which indicates they're high achieving students as others would be listening to their music players. Then there's the fact that there are scuffs on the front of some of the shoes that hold a certain smudge of dirt which is reminiscent of being in the subway giving the idea that you've come from out of the city to get here, and there aren't many cases where students at this time of day, would be out of school."
He then smiled a wide, inviting smile and motioned to the body lying on the table in front of him. "Would anyone care to guess what has caused the death to this…specimen?" A specimen indeed. It was easier for him to handle working on these cases when he didn't put the body to a soul that had once been living.
"Don't feel bad if you can't get it right," Lucas said to the students. He tilted his head toward Henry, giving a small smile. "He's the only one I know that can do it within a few seconds."
He was also the only one who could effectively wow and spook Lucas with that talent. Nevertheless, Henry took a step back and allowed the students to crowd around and examine the body. Despite them all wearing gloves, none of the students were brave enough to directly touch the body.
I suppose they wouldn't be, Henry through as he watched them, hands clasped together behind his back. Death is a very scary thing and if you're not around it every day it can be very unsettling.
A few guesses came left and right from a heart attack, to an allergy, to head trauma. It wasn't until the last boy that stood at the end spoke up that Henry took notice. He looked like a normal fifteen year old boy, shaggy black hair and pensive dark blue eyes. And much like other teens he had come across he was wearing a baggy blue sweatshirt—that appeared to be a little dirty—and black jeans.
He had been silent, eyes moving over the body, listening to his classmates before he confidently stated, "This man died from a drug overdose," he said.
Henry blinked and looked at him for a long moment. Amazing. The boy was right. What was more, he was very confident about his guess, not wavering at all.
"And what brought you to that conclusion?" Henry asked.
As the boy brought in a deep breath through his nose, he pressed his lips together and dimples appeared in his cheeks. "The skin is flushed a light pink which shows the potential of a heightened temperature if not an increase of blood pressure. The way his eyes don't particularly seem to be focused, with the eyebrows slightly raised, shows that sleepiness or confusion set in when he was overdosing. Despite the fact that the temperature of the body had obviously risen, again, according to the flushness of the skin, there are no overt signs of sweat, which can also come during an overdose. From the way his hand is at his side, appearing to have been forced down after rigor mortis set in, he had chest pain and if I'm correct in assuming, if you open his mouth and take a swab you may find some vomit, yeah?"
Henry continued to stare at the boy; listening to the boy s he spoke. There was something about him, about the way he was speaking and sounding as if he was trying to downplay himself, but knew what he was talking about. He had only ever seen it happen to one person before and that was from himself. Being immortal, having seen so much over his years of life, he had become so perceptive it was like second nature. A quick glance at someone and he could tell what kind of personality they had and more than likely figure out what their plans for that day were.
For example, looking at the teacher, he could tell that she was a middle-aged woman who was looking for a date. The makeup carefully placed on her face only had a few smudges but she otherwise, cared a lot about her appearance. He could see the wrinkles that were starting to form under her foundation. There were bags under her eyes that indicated she had many late nights working on her schoolwork and the way she would look at her students every now and then with a smile proved she cared a lot about how she was helping them with their schooling as they continued on with life.
Still, it wasn't something so easy for other people to pick up on.
There were a lot of things he got out of her, but this boy…he was different.
"There are no track marks though," Lucas pointed out.
The boy shrugged. "Check the webs of the fingers and toes, more often than not drug users inject there as it's harder to detect. Not only that, but check the side of the foot, where there are numerous veins. I heard that it was a new spot for drug users as well."
Eyes trained on the boy, Henry slowly walked around the examining table, removing the gloves that were on his hands. "You, sir, made a remarkable guess."
"No, he's just perceptive," The teacher said. "He's always been able to do things like that."
"No, I'm just smart," the boy replied with a slight smirk.
"You're not modest either," Lucas commented. The boy shrugged and flicked his hair out of his face but didn't bother to deny the accusation.
"That's Sydney," the teacher continued. "He's a remarkable talent with his perceptiveness, gets top marks on all of his papers and tests. He was really excited to be able to come here today, to meet you, actually."
Those words surprised Henry for a moment before he mentally panicked. How much did this kid know about him? Was he ware of his immortality as well? Was he aware that the moment he died his body would disappear and he would appear in the nearest body of water completely naked? And if so, how was that possible if Abram was the only one that knew it? And no one else had managed to come close to figuring out what made the doctor so mysterious.
Instead of speaking all of those thoughts, he decided to go with what would make him sound less suspicious. It was a ridiculous notion, really. How would a fifteen year old know about his immortality within a few seconds of being around him when no one else did?
Don't panic yet Henry. This might purely be a conincedence.
"Is that so?" Henry asked.
"I've heard loads about what you've managed to accomplish while here," Sydney said. "I mean, not only are you able to deduce a death just from a few seconds of probing, but you've assisted many police cases over the past couple of years."
Slowly smiling, Henry nodded. He and Lucas went through the rest of what was to be done as a medical examiner as well as showed the students around the facility before it was time for them to leave. As the students trooped by them, Henry caught Sydney's attention.
"You're not an American," he said to the boy. Sydney turned and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Not only is it that you appear to be more tanned than the other students, proving that you live closer to the equator, but your facial features are slightly different than that of an American. There is a slight hint of Asian in your features but it seems to be overshadowed by an Australian lineage. And when you speak, there is an American accent that comes out; however your pronunciations of the letters 'h' and 'o' are slightly different, reminiscent of one that is Australian."
Now Sydney turned to face him completely.
"And if that were the case, it makes me wonder what it is that you're doing in New York and how do you know so much about me," The British doctor continued.
"I already said, I'm really smart," Sydney said, this time he dropped his American accent and replaced it with an Australian one, confirming Henry's deductions. "In fact, I'm actually a part of Mensa. And, like I've also stated, I know a lot about you because I enjoy seeing how well you deduct things."
"But considering you had slight difficulty to hide the 'h' and 'o' in your words it proves that you haven't been using an American accent for long, meaning that you're purposefully hiding your Australian accent and I can't help but wonder why."
"I just moved here. My dad got a new job. I want to fit in."
Henry chuckled. "I assure you that the foreign accent has a tendency to yield more attention and friendship than another American one." He hadn't dated much but even he noticed when women were interested in him due to his own accent.
Sydney's eyebrows rose and he turned to catch up with his class, hands still in the front pocket of his sweatshirt as they always had been. Henry watched him leave, crossing his arms over his chest. He glanced back at the cadaver that sat resting on the table, eyes narrowing for a moment. He was sure the boy wasn't one that could die and come back to life, if he had, he wouldn't be so young.
Still, there was something about the boy that was intriguing.
Not many people were as perceptive as he was and that only came from years of dying and coming back to life, so much so that it was starting to get old.
And knowing there was someone out there that understood a little bit about what he was going through comforted him a little bit.
Numbers 9 and 13 for Kiley/any BTR ship you have please!!
Well, this took forever for me to get to. Sorry about that. And I’m assuming you meant the SFW questions for this? If not I can add the NSFW ones later.
9. Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other How does it go? Riley can speak English, French, and Japanese. (Though all her family can, but her dad doesn’t/didn’t know any Japanese). She has not tried to teach Kendall and if she would, she wants him to bring it up first so as to not seem pushy, but also because she knows how stressful it is to learn a language.
13. Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up? Riley stays up late, Kendall sleeps the most, but they both tend to wake up early so they don’t need to force the other to wake up. There are many times where Kendall will gently nudge Riley to go to sleep if she’s up too long.
I've been rereading a bunch of your old BTR fics lately and I've been reminded of how much I loved the show and it's characters!!
Thought your name looked familiar!
Funny enough, I’ve been going back over our BTR stories (and listening to the music and watching the show) and have had the same feelings you have about it. How much we loved the show and it’s characters. But we’re glad we were able to make you relive it. I do plan on putting up a few more stories within that fandom as it’s one that I’ve never completely left so hope you look forward to that.
We’re glad that you’ve been able to recapture how much love that was had for that fandom and it’s such a complement that you’ve been re-reading the stories.
Who is your face claim for Philipia? She is sooo pretty omg!!
isn’t she gorgeous? her name is jessica henwick and she’s most popular for playing nymeria on game of thrones and colleen wing on iron fist (which is where I discovered her). she was one of the best things about that show.
