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Queen of Wolves Master List

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

[man1cpixiedreampuppy]

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[gummy-i-guess]

it's pride month guiz

[writtenjewels]

Fishing Buddies part 9

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight

Carlisle burned once, a long time ago. Even centuries later, he remembered the excruciating pain of the vampire venom. Now he was burning again, only this time the sensation was the complete opposite. This was a burn of pleasure coursing through his veins, one that his body craved.

Charlie's hands were on his waist, giving him some of that burn with their warmth. They stoked the flame with every caress of fingers against clothed flesh. He had taken Carlisle's invitation and pressed his tongue between the vampire's lips, giving him even more of the pleasure-burn. Feeling Charlie's tongue in his mouth, tasting him... Carlisle groaned, hands pushing the other man closer. Charlie's body pressed against his, slotting at every angle.

“So warm,” Carlisle approved. “You're so warm.”

“Hm. So that's it?” Charlie pulled back enough so they could see each other's faces. “You just need to warm up?”

“No.” Carlisle had given up his control the moment he put on Charlie's clothes: the temptation to breathe in the human's scent was far too great, and once he did that, it was over. “I need to kiss you,” Carlisle admitted, demonstrating by slotting their mouths together.

He liked the way Charlie's mustache brushed against his upper lip. The pleasure-burn of their kiss was more like a steady rise of heat that grew with every brush of their mouths. Carlisle caught Charlie's lower lip between his and sucked, wanting to give some of the fire back. Of course Charlie's mouth tasted good—every part of this was good.

“Shit, doc,” Charlie gulped. This time when his tongue went in, it grazed across Carlisle's. The heat sank all the way down, making his toes curl. Carlisle stroked against the prodding tongue with his own, whimpering as the heat grew more intense. A whimper escalating to a whine when Charlie had to pull back to breathe.

But he grew quiet when he felt Charlie's hot, quick breaths against his neck. It was automatic to tilt his head back. Charlie's nose skimmed the flesh there, and then his lips came down. Carlisle gasped, eyes fluttering. He was burning too much to consider the fact that a human was mouthing the neck of a vampire.

“Carlisle,” Charlie huffed. “You wear that cologne just for me?”

“I...” It was hard to make sense of that. Charlie liked his vampire scent? The thought made him shiver in pleasure. “Yes,” Carlisle answered.

“I like it.” Charlie kissed his neck again.

“I... I like... your scent too, Charlie.”

“You must love wearing my clothes, then,” Charlie remarked.

“Yes,” Carlisle agreed. Charlie's scent was all around him, and that mouth was lavishing kisses all along the length of his throat. “Do you... like it?” He knew the answer; he heard the way Charlie's heart reacted when he saw Carlisle walk out of the bathroom.

“Yeah. You look so good.” Charlie's hands tightened on Carlisle's hips. There was no space between them at all. Carlisle could feel every line and angle of the man. “Doc...?”

“What is it?” he answered dazedly.

“Do you, ah... want to do something about that?”

Carlisle didn't understand what he meant. Then Charlie backed away to allow some space. Carlisle could feel now where all the heat had centered. Charlie's jeans were tight enough on Carlisle's body that it was no surprise Charlie noticed. It would have been embarrassing if he couldn't hear Charlie's blood rushing to the same area.

“That depends,” Carlisle answered slowly. He had completely lost control, and decided to give in to what he wanted. “Do you want me to keep these clothes on?”

[papayafromtv]

fics where Steph isn’t legally adopted but is still Part Of The Family are so fucking funny to me. like why is this teenager at all these fancy galas? nobody knows who she is. Bruce Wayne just keeps showing up with a gaggle of children and half of them aren’t even his. people keep stopping him at the door and trying to tell him that ‘these are prestigious events, Mr Wayne, you have to be invited or related to an important invitee in order to come inside.’ and Bruce just keeps going ‘prove to me she isn’t my daughter and i’ll kick her out.’ and then the doormen have to start frantically googling to see if there’s any articles online about Bruce’s 6th legal adoption. there isn’t. he’s bluffing to buy time. by the time the staff realise Steph is indeed just a random unrelated child Bruce let tag along, she’s already missing in the crowd and they can’t fucking get her out.

i would like to see more fics centred on Steph sneaking into Gotham high society by using Bruce as a shield. she walks in half under Bruce’s coat or blocked from security’s sight by a line of Legal Wayne Children and then has to spend her evenings as an outlaw/gala-stowaway because if she gets caught by the guards she will get her ass thrown out for not being invited. i want to make it very clear that Bruce reminds her on a weekly basis she Does Not Need To Do This. not only is Bruce fully willing to adopt her on the spot but she also just doesn’t have to attend all the events if she doesn’t want to. Steph’s doing this for the love of the fucking game.

there has to be an occasion at a gala where Bruce does his usual bluff of ‘she might be my kid you don’t fucking know’ to get Steph in, except the head of security for this event is so sick of Bruce’s shit that he’s prepared for this exact scenario ahead of time and brought a lawyer with proof of Steph’s legal status. three minutes in when Steph hasn’t even had an opportunity to slip into the crowds she’s being held back and told she isn’t allowed to attend. the security team are really smug up until they have to watch the entire league of Wayne kids spending the entire event all crowded around one slightly open window so they can talk to and pass food/drink to Steph, who has decided to attend the event from outside.

there also has to be an occasion after people start catching on to Steph’s game where the kids are trying to come up with ways around this without giving in and letting Bruce adopt Steph, and there’s a point where Jason just pauses and then goes ‘what about if you’re a legal child, of a legal child….?’

cut to the head of security at the next gala genuinely considering quitting his job and going back to retail as he stands in front of the Wayne family which includes Stephanie with Jason’s arm wrapped around her as she holds out an adoption certificate.

“This is my daughter.” Jason says calmly. “Let her in.”

“She’s four years younger than you.”

“Don’t harass my son for having my granddaughter young, you don’t know his story.” Bruce calls out from the back of the crowd.

“I’m seventeen,” Steph tells the doorman seriously. “I’m just a child. You can’t separate me from my mom and dad.”

“Whose your mom?”

and Dick lays a comforting hand on Jason’s shoulder, “We co-parent.”

the entire wayne family is slammed online for bullying event staff.

[nightlark100]

In which Stiles regrets

*Stiles is pinned against the wall in a hospital side room by Chris Argent*

"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon?! Did you have to lock him up?!"

"Yeah I did! I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer I locked him in a basement and burned the whole house down around him?"

"I hate to dispell a popular rumour Stiles but we never did that."

"Oh right. Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no one ever breaks it."

"Never"

"What if someone does?"

"Someone like who?"

Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh(Get undressed, t-taste the flesh)

"Umm..."

Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh(Pass the test, t-taste the flesh)

"Who's phone is that?"

*Chris looks at his hunters, at Jackson, all of whom look confused.*

Hold me up against the wall. Give it 'til I beg, give me some more. Make me bleed, I like it rough

"Do you mind if I get that?" Stiles asked quietly.

*Chris, still holding Stiles against the wall, stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out the ringing phone. He looked at the caller ID and raised an eyebrow*

"Really?"

*Stiles turned red*

"Shut up. Your sister burned down their fucking house."

*Stiles shoves Chris off him and snatches the phone*

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

*Scott, Stiles and Erica are in the school library. The boys are trying to find out information about Jackson's parents*

I can't seem to face up to the facts. I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax

"Sorry, that's me. I thought I put it on silent,"

I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire. Don't touch me, I'm a real live wire

*Stiles quickly shut the phone off.*

"Who was it?"

"No one. Telemarketer."

"Stiles, I know you better than that. Your default for unknown numbers is Telephone"

"Maybe I switched it up"

"Stiles."

"Fine. It was Peter."

"Why do you have Peter's number?"

"For the same reason I have a copy of Peter's house keys. It's useful to have."

*Erica looks at them both*

"Do you have Derek's number?" She asks.

"Yeah."

"What ringtone do you use for him?"

*Stiles doesn't answer, merely pulls the laptop closer to him and types*

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

*The pack is at the loft. Stiles is searching for his phone, which has fallen out of his pocket somewhere*

"I know I had it when I got here," he mutters.

"Can someone call it? If it's in here, or even if it's on the stairs or something we'll be able to hear it." Boyd suggested.

"Good idea!" Erica said. "Mine's dead. Derek, can we use yours?"

*Stiles goes pale*

"No, it's fine! I'll find it!"

*Derek raises an eyebrow and calls Stiles*

Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh(Get undressed, t-taste the flesh)

*The room goes silent, everyone looks at Stiles. Erica is trying not to laugh, Peter is smirking*

Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh(Pass the test, t-taste the flesh)

"I guess now I know why you wouldn't let me bite you."

*Stiles scowls. Scott retrieves the phone and hands it over, looking embarrassed. Stiles disconnects the call and angrily dials Peter's number*

Baby, I'm preying on you tonight. Hunt you down, eat you alive. Just like animals, animals, like animals, —mals. Maybe you think that you can hide. I can smell your scent from miles.

"Well... This has been incredibly disturbing," Isaac said.

[shattersaurus]

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[spaggel]

“can you imagine the faces their children could make” (X)

n-no~ /sobbing

[octobaba]

In my headcanon the sheriff would love whatever Stiles would present him as a grandchild.

(original grandthing made by spaggel I just borrowed it)

[spaggel]

SCREAMING

GRANPA STILINSKI’S PRECIOUS ANGEL. 

[coyotequeens]

I was crying about this at work today and Spag had to send me fucking this:

“yeah, can you imagine first seeing him?”

And so, Stiles and Derek are not ready for parenthood and are totally freaked out by their weird son:

Derek’s quiet for a long time, staring blankly, before he eventually offers, “This isn’t what I expected.“ Stiles frowns down at the baby in his arms. “I know, right? They won’t take it back; I already asked.” Derek leans over him, peering down at the weird little face. It’s unsettling how thick the baby’s eyebrows are. “Are babies born with teeth?“ “Not usually,” Stiles replies. “His grody little snaggletooth is creeping me out.“ "His everything is creeping me out,” Derek retorts, dropping into the chair at the side of the bed. “I’m pretty sure this is because you got possessed by that demon.“ "Aw, hell no,” Stiles argues. “That thing was in me for like five minutes, tops. This thing - “ he nods toward the baby in his arms ” - you don’t absorb this kind of evil in five minutes. This is like ten years possession minimum.“ "What are we going to name him?” “Beats me. Calling him after your dad seems kind of disrespectful to your dad, doesn’t it?” Derek sighed heavily. “He probably would have found this hilarious. I told you my family’s cursed.“ He squinted over at Stiles. “You sure it’s even a boy?” “Dude, I’m not sure it’s even human,” Stiles replies. “Seriously, how come shit like this always happens to us?“ "Because the universe knows we’ll grin and bear it,” Derek sighs again. “You sure we can’t send it back?“

"No,” Stiles grumbles discontentedly, and straightens as his father steps into the room. He cradles the baby protectively to his chest; even if the thing’s weird as hell, it’s still his. “Whoa, Dad, before you pull out your gun and shoot the baby, I can promise you, with about ninety-percent certainty, that I did not give birth to a cave beast, even though it may look that way. And maybe this is our fault because Derek’s so fricken possessive of his jizz and refused to use a surrogate so we had to resort to black magic and give me a magical womb - so actually this is Derek’s fault, really - this is your grandson. Probably. We’re not too clear on the gender right now.“

The sheriff sighs, as he so often does when confronted with his son’s verbal onslaught, and holds out his hands, a silent give me the child. Stiles puckers his mouth and hands over his son and watches the sheriff’s face cycle through several emotions, ending, bewilderingly, on happiness.

"He’s beautiful," his father croons, and Stiles looks over, bewildered, at Derek, who mouths He’s not lying. He looks just as perplexed as Stiles. 

"Just wait until Melissa sees him,” the sheriff says cheerfully, pulling his phone out of his pocket and snapping a picture.

“Yeah,” Stiles agrees slowly. He’s already regretting having shown his father how to use the camera on his phone. “Just wait.“

[spaggel]

Newly Grandpa’d Stilinski show’s pictures of his most PRECIOUS OF ALL GRANDCHILDREN to who he’s interrogating so that if they look at the face of SUCH AN ANGEL they’ll confess and lead a good life.  

THIS IS THEIR COME TO JESUS MOMENT.

[coyotequeens]

Sorry, Spag, if the first one was stupid, then this one’s just idiotic. I’m going to bed. This is your fault.

They name it Herald. It was supposed to be Harold, after Derek’s grandfather, who Derek says was a weird old man and Stiles says that’s fitting, then, but Stiles was asleep when it came time to fill out the birth certificate and Derek couldn’t remember how to spell Harold, so he sounded it out. 

So their kid’s name is Herald, but mostly they call him It. They don’t tell him it’s because they didn’t even know if he was human when he was born because he may be a little weirdo, but he’s their little weirdo, and they don’t want to stunt his mental health. Stiles almost tells him it’s because they loved The Addams Family, but then he thinks about how Cousin It was a weird thing covered in hair and maybe that’s not a great comparison. 

It creeps them out. He is unnaturally silent, always with this bucktoothed little smile on his face that makes Stiles sure that he and Derek are going to be killed in their sleep. Stiles distinctly remembers playing hide and seek with him when he was young, Stiles and Derek crammed together in a cupboard and Derek mumbled, "I can’t hear his fucking heart,” and then It’s creepy little eye was pressed up to the crack in the door like the killer in a slasher fic and Stiles screamed like a little girl. 

Still, they’re sad when he grows up and heads off to college. He’s still creepy; he’s got bad skin and his heavy eyebrows almost touch in the middle, but they kiss him on the forehead and say “We’ll miss you!” which is probably true. And when he drives off into the battered Jeep, Stiles says to Derek, “I think we just unleashed a hellion unto the world,” and Derek says, “Too late now.” And Stiles does miss him, up until a few days later when he goes to clean It’s room and finds a box of desiccated frog corpses under his bed. 

They don’t hear from It that often, which isn’t unusual, nor unexpected. One time they lost him for a few days and Stiles found him sitting in the attic, perfectly still. He said he’d been counting heartbeats and neither of them really wanted to ask whose. Still, they miss him. Probably.

One morning Stiles goes downstairs and there’s a stranger standing in the living room. It’s near Christmas and he has a vague idea that It should be coming home soon, but he is not prepared for the sight of a handsome young man standing next to the Christmas tree. Stiles screams. 

“That’s It,” Derek says from behind him. 

“Oh my god,” Stiles says. “Where’d our ugly little boy go?” He’d told It once not to worry about his looks, that everyone starts out awkward. Look at your dad, Stiles said, pointing Derek. He had to grow into those stupid buck teeth and big ears, and It had turned his eyes on Derek and didn’t blink for five minutes. Stiles hadn’t really believed that It would ever, uh, grow into himself, but it appears he was wrong, because his weird kid has turned into a GQ model. “Just like his dad,” Stiles says out loud, and Derek pushes him down the stairs. 

[lilredsourwolf]

I always come back to this masterpiece —disaster? abomination?— when I need a good hearty laugh lol this shit is unbelievably hilarious

[thelonelyscribe]

Queen of Wolves Chapter 23

Previously

As the sun began its descent down the gradually darkening sky, the gang (“We are NOT calling ourselves the Marauders 2.0, Sirius!”) apparated to the edge of the graveyard at Godric’s Hollow, Mia and Harry Side Alonging with the unsurprisingly quiet older wizards. There was no denying the complicated emotions that came with this visit.

For Remus, who had only seen the ruins left behind years after that fateful night, this place was but a memorial to his dearly departed friends. But for Sirius… Mia can’t even imagine what’s going through his head right now. The one and only time he had been here two of his best friend were dead, their son was orphaned, they were all betrayed by one of their own, and Sirius was blamed for it all.

Godric’s Hollow was the last place Sirius Black stood as a free man. And as he stood there now, Mia could see the anguish in his eyes as the memories threatened to pull him under. Remus reached him before she did, taking Sirius’ hand in his and intertwining their fingers together. He said nothing, merely offering his silent support, letting the normally vibrant man lean into him.

Mia looked away, feeling like she was intruding on something that she shouldn’t have. She caught Harry’s eye and jerked her head, motioning for them to step away and give the Marauders a minute alone. Harry didn’t linger, coming to the same understanding that she had. They moved closer to the graveyard, not yet entering it though. As much as Mia trusted Ban, Remus still had his reservations and wanted to check for any traps first. Mia started weaving the enchantments, the Glamour they had previously cast over themselves covering her actions.

Eventually Remus joined her, lending his own magic to help her run multiple detection charms and setting up wards around the perimeter of the graveyard. It wasn’t long before the air started to shimmer under the haze of their combined magic.

“All clear,” Remus finally announced, wiping sweat from his brow despite the chill in the air. “If someone so much as sneezes within a hundred yards of that gate, we’ll know.”

“Harry,” Sirius said gently, his usual bravado replaced by the weight of nostalgia and regret. “Go. We have time.”

Harry nodded wordlessly, taking Mia’s hand and following Sirius pointed finger away from the graveyard and further into the little town, towards what looked to be an obelisk commemorating the casualties of some Muggle war. But as the duo approached, the obelisk transformed inot a statue of three people: a man with untidy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a kind, pretty face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother’s arms.

Harry stood frozen, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Mia watched him, her heart aching for the boy that had lost his whole world before he was old enough to even understand. The Boy Who Lived reached out with a trembling hand, softly tracing the stone contours of his mother’s smiling face.

“They look so happy.” His voice was barely a whisper.

“They were,” came Sirius’ voice from behind them. Mia turned to face the approaching wizards, but Harry remained where he was, refusing to leave his parents.

“I remember when we were setting up the house,” said Sirius, his voice thick with emotion. “Prongs was a fucking mess. He tried to hang the curtains in the nursery with a Permanent Sticking Charm and somehow managed to glue his own hair to the wall. Lily had to quite literally cut him free. The bald patch was a work of art.”

Remus chuckled weakly. “And Wormtail… he was the one who suggested soft blue for the walls. Said it’ll help calm you down when James is being chaos incarnate. We all spent weeks here, layering every protection we knew. Wards against tracking, against intrusion, even against natural disasters. We thought we’d made this place a goddamned fortress.”

“We were all there the night you were born, Harry,” continued Sirius. “Not at the house here — Lily went into labour early, in the safe house they were using before the Fidelius was set. Prongs actually fainted when the Healer told us it was time. Hit the floor like a sack of fucking potatoes. Had to Revive him before Lily murdered him for missing the main event.”

“We all held you. First Lily and James, of course, then Sirius, me,… Peter. That was the last time the Marauders were all together. The last time we were all… whole.”

“Dumbledore moved you into the new house almost right after. The Fidelius went up and everything changed. Moony was sent to the wolves, fucking Worm—Peter straight up disappeared, and Dumbledore had me running around on “Order business” pretty much all day every day. We weren’t allowed to visit, we could barely talk to each other, even our letters had to go through Dumbledore.”

Sirius looked at the memorial statue, pain flashing in his eyes.

“The next time I saw this place… well, we all know that fucking story.”

A troubled silence fell over the group; no words could ever be enough to erase the years of torment the ex-prisoner had endured.

It was Harry responded first, finally pulling away from his parents’ statue. He pulled Sirius into a tight hug, then pulled him along to return to the overgrown graveyard. There was one more place to visit while they still could.

The headstones were made of white marble, eerily similar to that of Dumbledore’s tomb. The stone seemed to shine in the dark, highlighting the words written in elegant font: “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.”

Mia remembers hearing the words at church on Easter years ago, when she was dragged along by her parents. The verse referenced Christ’s sacrifice and triumph over death. A fitting message to honour a mother’s sacrifice and her son’s survival, it would seem. It didn’t really seem like something that a wizard would have picked out though. Mia wondered once again whether Petunia Dursley really had hated her sister as much as she claimed to.

Mia conjured a small bouquet of white lilies and pressed them into Harry’s still shaking hands. He shot a grateful grimace in her direction before crouching down in front of his parents’ graves.

“Hi Mom and Dad. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Beside her, Sirius made a small choked off sound that sounded suspiciously like a sob. This time, Mia reached out to him, gently guiding the older man away from Harry to give him a small circle of privacy. He knelt in the snow, his shoulders shaking. Mia looked away, her eyes stinging. She looked at Remus, then together they stood guard, wands drawn but lowered, watching over their loved ones as they fell apart.

Suddenly, a small bell sounded as the wards alerted them to the presence of a magical human.

A tall, hooded figure emerged from the shadows of the trees lining the small graveyard. They walked with a deliberate, slow pace toward the Potters’ grave. They didn't seem to notice the four of them at first, or perhaps they simply didn't care. They reached the headstone and placed a single lily on the ground.

Then, the mystery person looked up. They pulled a piece of parchment from their dark robes and held it out. On it was a crudely drawn symbol—the same symbol on Mia’s necklace, the same mark that appeared on her skin. This was their benefactor, Ban’s gift to Mia to help them with their mission.

Mia stepped forward at the same time Remus drew up his wand.

“Who are you?”

The figure reached up and pulled back the long hood.

The moonlight hit the sallow skin and the hooked nose, the greasy black hair framing a face that filled Mia’s nightmares for weeks following the death of Albus Dumbledore.

“Snape!” Harry yelled, scrambling to his feet, his wand already level with the man’s chest.

“You fucking murderer!” Sirius lunged, a jet of red light flying from his wand.

Snape deflected it with a lazy flick, his expression unreadable. “Restrain yourself, Black. I am not here for a duel.”

“Like hell you aren't!” Remus growled, joining the fray. Spells began to fly—stunners, disarming charms, blasting curses. Snape moved with a fluid, lethal grace, parrying their attacks with a Shield Charm that seemed impenetrable.

Mia stood frozen. Her mind was racing. Ban did this. He told us to trust Snape. How could Ban do this? I thought we could trust him. How could he betray us like this?

But, Snape has been helping. He sent us those books, he sent the materials. Ban trusts him. Why would Ban tell us to turn to Snape if he’s not on our side?

“Stop!” she screamed, but no one listened.

Just as Sirius prepared to launch a particularly nasty curse, a low, earth-shaking rumble echoed through the graveyard. Out of the darkness, a massive, spotted shape appeared without warning.

Aron.

She didn't attack. Instead, she planted her massive body directly in front of Snape, her back to the wizard, her throat inflating like a grotesque balloon, her amber eyes glowing with a warning.

The effect was instantaneous. Everyone froze.

“I knew it!” Remus spat, his voice trembling with rage. “I knew that Ban couldn't be trusted! He’s protecting him! He’s on his side! That giant furry monster is proof!”

The Nundu turned her massive head, looked at Remus, and then, with deliberate slowness, walked over and sat directly on the werewolf’s feet.

Remus blinked, his anger momentarily replaced by sheer bafflement. The weight of a thousand-pound apex predator pinning him to the spot was enough to drain the fight out of anyone.

“It appears,” Snape said, his voice as cold and oily as ever, “that the beast has more sense than the lot of you.”

“Talk,” Harry snarled, though he didn't lower his wand. “Talk before I find a way around that cat.”

Snape straightened his robes. “Some weeks ago, I was visited by a… ghostly spectre of an unknown man,” he said, looking directly at Mia. “Shortly after an incident involving a certain house elf and the Room of Requirement. I assumed I was hallucinating at first, and chose to ignore him. He was... persistent however. He refused to leave, until I listened to reason. I was prepared to dismiss him as merely a minor inconvenience until he told me information that no one else could possibly know.”

Mia’s breath hitched. Ban. It had to be. He was appearing to Snape as a ghost? What does that mean? Is Ban… dead?

“He told me of your... progress,” Snape continued, his eyes flickering to Harry. “He told me about the Horcruxes. Information that Albus Dumbledore, in his infinite wisdom, saw fit to keep from me for years.”

“Dumbledore trusted you!” Harry shouted.

“Dumbledore used me!” Snape snapped back, his composure finally cracking. “He had me playing double agent, a spy for both sides for decades, but he ensured I never knew enough to truly tip the scales. He left the fate of the wizarding world in the hands of three children. Three teenagers, wandering the woods with no plan and no support!”

“We’re not children!” Harry protested.

“Of course you are! That’s all you should be! You shouldn't have had to be anything else!” Snape’s voice rose to a shout. “Lily did not sacrifice her life so that her son could be served up as a lamb to the slaughter while the adults played their fucking war games! She died to give you a life, not a suicide mission!”

“Don't you dare use her name!” Harry screamed. “You killed her! And Dumbledore! You killed the only person who was trying to help us!”

“I did what was necessary!” Snape shouted.

“You’re a coward and a traitor!” Harry’s face was purple with rage. “Voldemort is going to kill you the second he finds out you’re here!”

Mia’s heart stopped. “Harry, no!”

The air in the graveyard suddenly turned ice-cold. The Taboo.

The silence of the graveyard was shattered by a dozen simultaneous cracks as shadows swirled and solidified into figures in dark robes and bone-white masks. In the centre stood a familiar man with yellowed teeth and long, curved fingernails, his eyes already half shifted even though the full moon was still a full week away.

“Greyback,” Remus whispered, his face pale.

“Look what we have here,” the werewolf leered, his eyes fixated on Harry. “The Boy Who Lived and his merry band of warriors! Oh, who’s this here with our Lord’s most hated enemy? The traitor Snape! This is turning out to be quite the wonderful evening, don’t you think boys?”

“Run!” Snape yelled, throwing a curse at the nearest masked figure.

But it was too late. They were surrounded. Spells erupted from all sides. Mia felt a Stunning Spell clip her shoulder, sending her spinning. She looked around for Aron, but the creature had vanished into the shadows the moment the Death Eaters arrived. Why? Why wouldn’t you stay to help? You have before!

“Mia!” Harry’s voice was cut off by a grunt of pain.

She felt rough hands seize her arms. A heavy weight hit the back of her head, and the world began to tilt.

When her vision cleared, she wasn't in the graveyard anymore. She was being dragged across a cold, polished marble floor. The air smelled of expensive perfume and old blood, a nauseating combination that threatened to upend her already upset stomach, the aftereffects of Side Along pulling at her. Mia blinked rapidly, trying to get her bearings.

They were in a grand drawing room, lit by a massive crystal chandelier. And there, standing by the fireplace with a look of pure, unadulterated glee, was Hermione’s worst nightmare come to life.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

“Well, well,” the evil witch cackled, her eyes dancing with madness. “Look what the dog brought home.”

Masterlink

[eggcompany]

Kinda pervy alpha robby begging Dennis for milk and freak Dennis being like UGH FINE but secretly he likes it ??

Robby who's SO pervy but like feels bad about it. Like he wants it so bad and he's on his knees asking please, omega, please sweetheart, just a taste just a little, have mercy on him, just a little bit and Dennis is like fine! But it's putting him out

But he likes it. He's been wanting to know what that bear felt like against his overly sensitive chest, he's been touching himself every night, one hand down his pants, one of his nipple imagining what Robby would look like from that angle, what the alpha would smell like when he's nursing off Dennis and oop-

Yeah loving this idea I might write a whole thing

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

Protective Stiles

Give me unhinged Stiles. All human, full confidence, protective as fuck Stiles.

I want Stiles' name to be broadcasted on Nemeton weekly as the pack guardian. Not Emissary, not Protector Druid, just full, no holds barred— willing to die, happy to kill, will gut you like a fish if you touch my beta's and or alphas—Stiles.

Isaac and Stiles are bullshitting one day when Isaac says his "I spent my childhood locked in a freezer. How would I know how to be helpful?" And Stiles rolls his eyes.

"You can't use that every time Isaac." It's unfortunate that Aiden is walking passed them at that moment and he glares at the beta.

"It's where you belonged mutt." The twin hisses and Stiles is out of his seat so fast Scott doesn't have time to grab him. Cause sure, Stiles can't beat up Aiden but the werewolf can't heal his vision back if he's missing a goddamn eyeball. And it takes both Scott and Boyd to pull Stiles away before he stabs him in the face with a newly fashioned, mountain ash pencil.

Some new supernatural cat girl has been stalking Allison for weeks. Stiles at first tries to reason with her, tells her she's under Alpha McCalls protection and though she's a hunter Allison will leave her alone as long as she behaves. But Cat Girl won't have any of it and when she threatens to scalp Allison's 'pretty little head' Stiles runs her over with the jeep.

A werewolf with knowledge of the Hale pack comes back to town one day and is relentlessly harassing Derek. He blames him for the fire and Stiles happens to be out at the preserve when he hears the asshole talking about Kate. "Admit it Hale, you're glad they died! Selling your family out for one hard rut. Or did she make you the bitch?"

Neither notice Stiles and his metal bat wrapped in barbed wire and dipped in wolfsbane until he's on the guy. Derek watches in awestruck horror as Stiles beats the crap out of him. Human Stiles covered in blood and panting as he stands over the unconscious omega. He spits on the guy before turning to Derek and the alpha is both utterly terrified and completely turned on when narrowed and angry eyes look to him with concern and gentleness.

"Please don't listen to him Der. None of it was your fault."

Alpha Ito makes it her mission to warn any new supernatural travelers that Beacon Hills is protected by two packs and one human. "You may speak freely with Alpha Hale or Alpha McCall if there is a problem but I implore you, do not insult the fox."

[nightlark100]

Stiles wakes up one day and finds a small pile of dead rabbits neatly stacked on his doormat. If it was just one or two, he'd maybe consider it was the neighbours' cat who he fed occasionally. But no, there were too many, too arranged and too tidy in how they were killed.

A wolf, passing through the area, had seen him and decided to make an attempt at courtship. They were young, raised in a traditional pack and it was their first time, so naturally they decided dead prey was the way to go. Stiles didn't know this though.

He mentioned the rabbits at a pack meeting, needing help with preparing the meat to be cooked (cause he wasn't going to waste them, but that didn't mean he was going to accept any strange werewolf proposals).

When the Hales heard him talking about cooking them though, they instantly assumed that this was Stiles reciprocating the courtship. And that was not going to happen.

Since Stiles was basically Hale catnip, all three Hales (and Malia) decided separately that they would have to prove themselves as the better option. None of them spoke to their other family members.

So they all started leaving their own gifts. Rabbits in increasing amounts. A wild turkey. Quail. Waterfowl. Pheasants. By this point the wolf who left the rabbits had run off and the Hales were inadvertently competing against one another.

Malia upped the stakes first, leaving a wild pig.

Cora left a doe.

Derek left a stag

Peter left an elk.

Stiles watched it all, bemused. He had located the original wolf by himself and politely declined (give them a rabbit pie as a consolation) so he knew it was the Hales. But he said nothing when he saw each offering. Just brewed coffee, laid out a tarp and texted Chris Argent to help him butcher the carcasses.

It was only when his dad told him to stop them (the neighbours were complaining), that he made a move. He took all the containers of meat he'd been freezing, broke into the Hale house while they were out and prepared a feast.

When the wolves came home, they found plates of carefully crafted food made from their prey and a note that said 'I'm not going anywhere, stop it'

[tl-hoechlin]

Always have a laughing Hoechlin in your Dash and Blogs

[brolinskeep]

Saturn by Sleeping At Last

[hedwig221b]

i just saw a tiktok of this mom who was pranking her toddler sons by telling them another mom was coming to fight them and that she was bring her own sons, but the original moms sons were like NO WE’LL PROTECT YOU WE’LL FIGHT THEM and that’s so eli with stiles coded😭

THAT'S SO CUTE!!!!! 😭 I definitely see Stiles telling this to Eli, and Eli listens to him with a serious frown on his face and nods like yes sure I will protect you just as papa taught me bc I'm a big wolf

[hedwig221b]

HI<3 i was wondering if you or any of ur followers know of fics where derek and stiles meet as kids and derek's immediately like "this thing is mine now" and brings him home and talia/peter/laura/etc find them hanging out or playing and are like "DEREK KIDNAPPED A CHILD" meanwhile stiles and derek are like playing wolves or smth

words cannot express how much I ADORE kid fics! idk how I haven't made this fic rec list yet

"Pretend this is our den, kay?" by Survivah

In which Stiles is raised by (were)wolves, and he and Derek are childhood sweethearts that never stopped. Also, Kate Argent is a homicidal maniac but a very helpful plot device.

Furry Coats by crossroadswrite 

“Did our son just kidnap a small child?”

Lemme Boop by BisexualInDisguise 

"A wolfy! I find! I find!" Before Derek could think, the little boy was stumbling over his side and climbing on top of his belly. "Lemme boop, Kay wolfy?"

The Fluffy Wolf & The Boy Who Smells Like Green by zwatchtowerz (TheSpark)

It was Derek seven birthday when he met Stiles. “Derek, are you okay? Is Stiles too much for you? ” Daniel asked him when he found Derek hiding in his room and not down stairs like before. “Stiles smells weird, dad” Sure, Stiles smelled like ADHD medication, but it wasn’t that weird for him. Maybe for a kid it was a stronger smell. “I can smell the color green on him. How I can smell a color?” And okay, that wasn’t the smell he was thinking. “Are you sure that’s what you feel?” “Yes, is weird but nice. And he smells like candy too. “ Daniel was about to jump in happiness, or call his wife, but he needed to know for sure. “What is the first thing that pops in your mind if you think in Stiles?” “Home? Like you and mom and everyone else. Like pack. But he is not pack, right? ”

The by kaistrex (weishen)

Snippets of the lives of four-year-old Derek and baby Stiles as they grow up together. Standalone chapters. Forever ongoing.

Thrill (like white-hot wire) by raisesomehale

Stiles made the decision that Derek was his new best friend (and that he'll one day marry him) the day he shared his dinosaur chicken nuggets with him.

Flowers for You by justanotherbusyfangirl

Dad gets Mom flowers to prove how much he loves her, and in a return she gives him a kiss. Derek decides he needs to do the same, when he meets a boy on the playground.

Young Love by FairyNiamh

The mothers witness something precious during a play date.

Deeper Than the Ink Beneath the Skin of Our Tattoos by ash_mcj

The story of how Derek, a borderline feral werewolf pup, finds himself having an unlikely affinity for a younger boy named Stiles—despite the fact that this kid might be the most annoying person in existence. As the years go by and hardship repeatedly strikes like a violent ocean against the shore, they realize that the only way to stay afloat in their chaotic world is by anchoring each other and learning to build despite the onslaught of chaos and destruction that Beacon Hills attracts. [or: follow Derek and Stiles from childhood to adulthood, watch them be broken down just to rebuild stronger each time, and most importantly—bear witness to them becoming happy and proud of the people they are]

Slugs, and Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails by yodasyoyo 

Written for the prompt: kid!Derek being super taken with kid!Stiles. And their interactions.

When we're the best of friends by Emela

“Momma," Stiles squeals, splashing a little. "Derek said my tail was pretty and I said he was pretty. Are we married now, momma? Do I have to live here all the time now?” Or the one where kid!Derek meets kid!Stiles and proposals happen.

Like a Baby Duck by ALoza

Derek hoists Stiles to his feet, and the six-year-old topples forward into the ten-year-old’s chest. He grunts and wipes at his cheek. “Sorry,” Derek blurts, eyes wide with worry, as he steadies him. Stiles smiles and shrugs, “‘s okay.” Derek smiles back and crosses his arms, “Okay, you have to be the prince and I’ll be the knight that has to rescue you, okay?” Stiles nods, “Okay.” “Go to sleep in the treehouse and when I kiss you, you have to wake up,” Derek instructs.

A Slight Problem by kaistrex (weishen)

The Hale family dog takes a shine to seven-year-old Stiles.

Kick by Unloyal_Olio + sequel

Derek is still trying to figure out what to do about this when a woman’s frantic voice comes down the aisle. “Baby, baby, baby—no kick. I’m so sorry. It’s a thing lately.” She waggles a finger at her son. “We don’t kick.”

"Stiles was totally going to rethink marrying him if Derek made Stiles be a pirate." by Survivah

In which Derek and Stiles carve their initials into a tree, and Stiles wonders which last name to use.

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