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Chapter 5 Teaser

"-Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe."

"-Since when did you became Einstein?"

"-Since when were you so interested of my input on the matter? I presumed humans were nescient."

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!!! 🎄🎄🎄🎅🏽🎅🏽🎅🏽🎁🎁🎁❄️❄️❄️ I am here to unleash a teaser of Chapter 5 of my Teen Wolf series: The Wings Of An Enigmatic. I know it has been a couple of months since I last posted anything regarding this series but not to worry I am committed to writing this series out for my readers.

This teaser is just a nice and heartwarming flashback of Seraph's and Isaac's childhos for the upcoming ansgty moment in Isaac's point of view after Seraph's vehement comment in the last chapter. So as a long wait, here is the teaser of a sweet childhood memory of how they met, with Matt as the bridge of that extension and his inclusion of being another childhood friend.

Tagging: @rhyslahey @thiamsxbitch @isaac-not-isaac @unsanedes @phantomraeken @mmoosen

@rhyslahey this is my Christmas gift to you. Enjoy🎄🎄🎁🎁

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(Flashback - 10 years ago…)

Shouts and chatters of kids in the colorful classroom felt a tad bit intimidating. The lemon and oak scent permeated the classroom, filling his nostrils while the sun illuminated the room. Despite him being ironically the tallest 6-year-old in the 1st Grade, seeing so many of them playing, coloring a crayon book, being rowdy with each other as sneakers and chairs squeaked on the waxed tiled floors, made little Isaac feel smaller. The only reassurance is that he sees Matt drawing a picture and absentmindly talking with someone…another kid with light sunkissed skin…who was creating a vertically shaped masterpiece of Lego blocks vividly styled as a building to have foundation and support. The kid beside the intricate puzzles of blocks was someone that Matt became friends with this weekend. 

Isaac takes a closer look at the kid and he notices how orderly and noble the kid is acting. With combed hair, tailored white long sleeve button down shirt, followed by black dress shorts, white ribbed calf socks, and black loafers. He looked like a kid who was a genius combined with the flair and fashion sense of a 1940’s child. A rich kid in basic terms. 

“Isaac! Hey Isaac!” The excited tone of Matt reached his hears, standing up abruptly to see him. “Come quick, there’s someone you gotta meet!” The little grubby hands grabs Isaac’s much softer ones, dragging him forward towards the genius-like child. “Isaac, meet my new friend, Seraph. Seraph, this is Isaac, my best friend since daycare!” Matt’s cheerful declaration did not solve the newfound nervousness Isaac developed as the kid, Seraph, stares at him with gray eyes. Gray eyes that held mystery in them, that looked cold and aloof, that could literally scare a kid and have them scram immediately. Yet the innocence in them was visible and they were shining with curiosity. How did Matt become friends with this one?

The ambient noise of mindless chatter and cheers from the other kids served as the contrasting backdrop of the uncomfortable silence between Isaac and this debonair kid. A pin drop could have resonated loudly between them. Seraph’s eyes seemingly judging him, eyeing him like he was an experiment that needed to be tested. Seraph lets out a small puff of air, and then he parts his lips.

“So you’re the best friend that Matthew here excitedly chatted about and wanted me to meet? I do find your bravery and choice of friends admirable and intriguing.” The professional and intelligent tone of the boy was unbelievable. How did this kid talk like that? No, why did this kid talk like that? He is speaking as if he were a full-sized adult, it baffled and spooked Isaac. “I also wanted to meet you as well and request if I can be your friend too. Can I…Isaac?” 

Despite Seraph’s confident tone, he senses a slight uncertainty at the end of his question, along with the innocence lacing the child’s voice, as if Seraph felt like he was scaring him away. He wasn’t scaring him, in fact he was captivated by the way Seraph was talking and…whatever Seraph was building, which looks like a three-dimensional construction of a building that is entirely made out of lego. Not a single impairment within the foundation. 

“I am sorry, but if I am scaring you Isaac, then I understand if you do not wish for me to be your friend-”

“Wait, Seraph-”

“Um no! No y-you aren’t scaring me…it’s just that Matt here is the only friend I really talk to…” Isaac trails off in shyness, kicking his feet on the tiled floor. “I don’t really talk to the other kids in this class.”

“I see,” Seraph hums, pausing at the playful atmosphere before him. His eyes scatter to see the different kids that are of their ages, playing with toys, stuffed animals, etc. Isaac felt that Seraph was different. He saw that Seraph was different, by the way he looked, the way he spoke, the way those gray eyes observed the room like a hawk. He was very perceptive and for someone who is 6 years old, already advanced and ahead of himself, Matt and the rest of the class. “I suppose we find ourselves in similar circumstances, both not forging connections with our peers or engaging in social interactions within our class, excluding Matt of course.”

The unexpected combination of this kid’s appearance coupled with the swift and adult-like articulation of his words left Isaac puzzled. Just what kind of 1st Grader talks like that? It did make Isaac more interested in the well dressed child who now has his hands folded neatly on his desk surveying the scene before him.

“Yeah Zac, um Seraph talks like that alot and while it does sound weird, this is his way of talking to other people.” Matt butts in, his face contorting a odd expression. The privileged youngster tilts his head in confusion. 

“It’s the way I present myself and communicate. Is there something wrong with my wording and how I converse?” Seraph asks, and despite how sharp and voidless his gray eyes were perceiving to be, Isaac could see hints of nervousness in those orbs. The dapper boy looked composed and concealed with a flair of affluence and suave, yet he could sense just how odd and out of place Seraph felt, just like Isaac. 

“My name’s Isaac, which Matt already told you but just in case y-you forgot. Nice to meet you, and I wanna become friends with you too.” Isaac holds out his hand for a shake, a dopey smile on his lips. Seraph looks at the hand, then up to Isaac’s face, before eyeing his hand again. Then he glances back up and suddenly there is a sight to behold in front of him. To Isaac at first, he though kids like Seraph would never laugh and smile due to their aloofness and callous nature. But Seraph’s faint smile is an anomaly Isaac witnesses, but the most peculiar thing was how bright Seraph’s eyes seem to be from this. He could have also sworn he saw the child’s eyes give out an aqua blue hue within them before shifting back to gray, but he couldn’t tell. Maybe that was the sun’s reflection in the room and it did that to his eyes. Seraph shakes the former’s hand with that faint smile being replayed over and over. 

“Seraph Kingfisher. Even though by now, Matthew here must have relayed you my legal entity already but I am merely letting you know who I am at your request of friendship and getting to know you. After all, you and I are alike when it involves anti-social tendencies.” Seraph explains too much for Isaac’s brain to process. 

“You forgot about me being here, too.” 

“My apologies, and let’s not forget Matthew. In this particular sense, you serve as the bridge to our new friendship and the expansion of a broader, diplomatic relationship to me and Isaac’s emerging friendship, contributing to your more social disposition.” Seraph replies to Matt’s jest.

“Sometimes I wonder how do you talk like that.”

“My parents raised me with class and manners. It’s proper etiquette, and a sense of code for respect and to treat others the way you want to be treated,” Isaac could only stare at how dutiful and respectful Seraph is with the intelligent and proper language he spoke with the inclusion of professional body language. Seraph was like a walking book of knowledge. 

“Is something amiss, Isaac? You seem quite parched and dazed.” Seraph’s straightforward question startles the young curly haired boy.

“Oh no—it’s nothing. It’s just…I am kind of happy you don’t see me as a kid who is a little taller than most of the kids here. And…I am happy we’re friends now.” Isaac stammers out, gaining confidence in at the end of his sentence.

“So am I Isaac, and no there is nothing wrong with you being a tall 6-year-old. To me, I concur that you have been born with blessed genes that make you an able body person.” Seraph compliments, gazing at him softly. “While Matt here is artistic and sociable. An ambivert with a curious and thoughtful personality.”

That compliment made Matt shuffle his feet, a sight Isaac only sees when Matt gets shy or embarrassed. “Um thank you, Seraph.”

Isaac returns his gaze back to the affluent elementary kid, who is now switching the Lego between the hand constructed building. There was something about Seraph that made him admiring and cool to look at. Was it how he was dressed? His posture? How he was easily able to build a Lego building in real world detail? The way he was speaking to him? He didn’t know, nor could he make an accurate decision on what he felt, but all he did know was that he didn’t want to separate from Seraph. He wanted to be best friends with Seraph just like he’s best friends with Matt. Because he can see just how different Seraph was from the others. 

Pursing his lips together, Isaac sits beside Seraph. “Can I…play with the Lego? Help you build this building?” His voice comes out soft and shy, despite having just become friends with him 5 minutes ago. 

The boy in question glances at Isaac, his gray eyes boring into Isaac’s blue ones, with a gentle gaze that held a touch of bewilderment, contrasting how sharp and cutthroat they looked. It suddenly dawned on him that he might be treading on delicate grounds, the perplexed expression from Seraph signalling a possible misstep in their evolving rapport.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have asked if you wanted to play with me if you wanted to play-”

“No,” The interjection of Seraph cuts off his next words, “I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve never had anyone inquire or offer to build something with me, and that is the reason.”

He nods at the former’s response slowly, before his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “Not even Matt? I mean I know he likes to draw but he’s friendly to ask.” He points to their friend who shrugs.

“I am not really good with Legos, or building something huge like Seraph’s building here.” It’s Matt’s response that Isaac hears. He hears the other kid shuffle in their seat. “Perhaps I can teach you, Matt.”

Seraph speaks to the aforementioned boy who glances back. “I can even help teach you as well Isaac so that you can be able to build impressive toy architects such as this example.” The other two boys look at Seraph in awe, as if they have just seen a video game on the window-sill and as if it’s calling their names to purchase it.

“Sure, I wanna learn how to build!”

“Um, I guess so…I mean will it be hard to build it because…” The shy boy trails off looking at Seraph’s design, “mines isn’t gonna come out like yours.”

“That is the exact reason why I stated I will teach you how to build a complete lego set.” Seraph sends him a wry grin, snickering while finding Isaac’s boldness entertaining. Isaac’s cheeks flush in embarrassment at his words.

“There is a saying: practice makes perfect. Hence, I will be helping you, so you can learn and master how to build a three-dimensional building, such as my design concept.” The intellectual words, followed by a formal tone of proper punctuation echoes to both Isaac and Matt. Well more Isaac. He sees just how amazing his new friend is, even wanting to teach him how to build a set of blocks just for fun. 

Three 6 year-olds in their own world, learning from their new friend on how to build an actual building out of legos. To everyone else, they were just playing blocks. But to Isaac, it was a new friendship, a bond that felt warm, contrasting the icy gray eyes of his new friend. He was never good at making friends honestly speaking, his introverted personality made things difficult since he was in daycare with Matt, who became his first friend out of sheer courage.

But Seraph…he was different. Different than any kid in the 1st grade, and it wasn’t because how he dressed, it’s how quiet but observant he was, how smart yet proper he was, how intimidating yet soft he was, and he could have easily said no to him for playing. But…he didn’t, he even surprised Isaac by saying he never had anyone asked him to play with him or build with him before, and to many other kids in their classroom he looked frightening because of his eyes and stone cold face, but not to Isaac. 

To 6 year-old, introverted and shy Isaac, he was mysterious and alluring. Plus, he gave Isaac something he never had before: confidence. Because he never would think he’d be in this kid’s presence without feeling shy and scared by his icy looks of condemnation and judgement, but here he is, smiling and laughing with Seraph who is sitting between him and Matt.

And…6 year-old Seraph was sporting a smile of his own. Isaac once again turns his head to the former. “Hey, can I call you Raph instead?”

Now, it was Seraph’s turn to be surprised. Isaac though he stepped too far again and taking advantage of his newfound friendship. 

“Yes, you may call me Raph, a shortened version of my name.” The aforementioned kid just continues to shock and impress Isaac more and more. “Only if I can request to call you Zac.”

Isaac smiles at that nickname that Matt gives him, now being asked by Seraph. “Deal.”

(Flashback End - Present Day)

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SO, what did you guys think? Now you see how Isaac and Seraph know each-other. Don't worry, that will not be the last moment of their flashbacks and I have a lot of build up for these two and their close friendship that is parting on the seams. Will they get back that golden friendship? Only time will tell? Also, I wonder if anyone was able to see the hint of Seraph's eyes being reflected by the Sun within a milisecond from Isaac's pov.

Thank you so much for reading and chapter 5 will be posted this Wednesday. I will also create a Masterlist for this series to make finding the chapters easier.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!🎄🎄🎄🎅🎅🎅🎁🎁🎁❄️❄️❄️

Teen Wolf AU Series: The Wings Of An Enigmatic Masterlist

SEASONS 1 - 6

"-Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe."

"-Since when you became Einstein?"

"-Since when were you so interested of my input on the matter? I presumed humans were nescient."

Hello my faithful subjects reader. Welcome to the main page where you can find my teen wolf au series in numerical order from the pilot season 1 to the tragic and grim season 6 (Season 3B is still number 1 tragedy for me due to someone important dying) but here is the chapters below. So far there are only 4 chapters and 1 season. (This will be updated over time)

Tagslist: @rhyslahey, @thiamsxbitch, @mmoosen, @isaac-not-isaac, @phantomraeken, @unsanedes

If you want to be apart of this tagslist for this series, comment down below or message me and I will add you in the tags for the series. Thank you. P.S let me know if the links work or not so I can fix them for you and can be able to read them.

Season 1

1. Chapter 1: Veiled Insights

2. Chapter 2: Disconcerting Sight

3. Chapter 3: Non-Supernatural Threat

4. Chapter 4: Unpremeditated Future

5. Chapter 5: Mistakes Are Learned

6. Chapter 6: Night School

7. Chapter 7: Risky Assignment

8. Chapter 8. Never Break The Rule

9. Chapter 9: Bloody Winter Ball

10. Chapter 10: Codebreaker

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To be updated every month

consider my brain sufficiently rotted (close-ups after the break)

wip (not) wednesday

in honour of hitting 100k words (WHAT THE FUCK) of this fic I am gonna drop a wee little snippet I suppoossseeeeeeAAAAAAAAAGAGHG

This is from the beginning (ish) of the 6th and final chapter of Third Time's The Charm season 1: 'Promises, Fools'. i only have a handful of scenes left in this chapter and then I'm DONE!!! (she says as if it's not already like 20k words long (FREE MEEEE))

“I need you,” were the first words he whispered into the soft rustling of sheets as Derek began to stir behind him. A real answer to the question he’d asked earlier. Derek probably didn’t hear. Or maybe he was too close to asleep to answer properly. Or to understand. Or maybe he just didn’t want to. He could almost hear the bullshit answer Derek would give him back if he gave one at all. ‘I’m right here,’ he’d say. ‘You already have me.’ “I don’t wanna be Him,” were the next words he said, an eternity of silence later. Derek’s hand stopped where it had been tracing back and forth right beside the concave scar tissue left over from that night at the mall. It was the only one of his scars that made him nauseous to touch. It had hurt, when the grimoire was out of his skin. It ached and burned if he strained too much. It itched. But then he’d touch it and that phantom sensation of touching his own internal organs made his stomach lurch. That and couldn’t sleep on his front or back anymore.  “Who?”  “Him,” Stiles answered, “Me. The Other Me.” After a moment, Derek answered into his skin, “I know.” Stiles took in a shaky breath, “I don’t want to. I don’t… I…” His brows met in the middle. Derek’s fingertips started to move again, more conscious in their comfort. “I don’t understand you.” He could feel the way Derek’s brows moved, just as his did, against the back of his neck, “What do you mean?” “I burned your house down,” Stiles answered mildly.  Derek’s breath caught against him, “You didn’t–” “I did,” Stiles said, “I burned it down with you and Peter inside. And you carried me to the hospital.” He turned around, unflinching with the unwanted power of his spark muting any pain from his scars once again, to stare straight into Derek’s eyes. Into the horribly familiar way his jaw tightened and his green eyes sharpened. He waited for Derek to adjust his arms around his waist before he went on, “And when I left to try and go back in time, you even went to Scott to help find me.” He blinked slowly at the just as slow downturn of Derek’s brows, “I don’t understand how you could react like that.” Those green eyes darted down for just a fraction of a second before they rose again, “It’s complicated.” “Well,” Stiles said, “I didn’t think it would be simple.” Derek’s left eye twitched, and he licked his lips, “It’s not–” He huffed a little, shifting where he lay, “It felt like it was my fault you lost control like that.” Stiles said nothing.  “The Other Stiles didn’t…” Derek’s eyes shifted away slightly, “He didn’t have to say much to convince me to keep you busy at the formal. I…” He frowned, “I guess I felt like I was…”  Stiles got sick of waiting for him to finish that sentence awfully fast, “You know He’s not gonna be better than what we saw of Him just because you love me, right?” Derek met his gaze, steadfast, “You know he’s not another you, right?” Stiles’ stomach turned.  “I said last night you don’t have a choice,” Derek nodded, “and I meant it. I love you, Stiles. And that means I love you even when you think you’re at your worst.” “You shouldn’t,” Stiles spat with narrowed eyes, “My worst is deadly, Derek. My worst is getting possessed and stringing together elaborate plots to kill and terrorise as many as possible. It’s wrecking my car. It’s shattering mirrors and vomiting and snapping necks and burning down houses.” The words flowed out of him like molten lava, “Blind faith is the killer of devotion, you remember that?”

Oh boy, oh boy. what a joyful conversation. yikes!! anyway. i am having a whale of a time writing this (how in the world is that actually a saying. are whales well known for their recreational fun???) and cannot wait for the like two people that r gonna read it wowowww

ofc no-pressure tag to the og gangster @patolemus (and anyone else who so wishes to share. please do!! love love love)

read the prequel (or the original fic i guess?), Twice And For All, here <3

finishing the first section of a massive multi-chapter fic always borders on a religious experience.

First Line Game

omgg thank u @patolemus my fav ever for tagging me in this OHH this looks so fun okay. Idk if it's meant to be only published works but I've only published 2. so. we r gonna do wips too. WOO! These r all sterek except for one (and a half (or three quarters? (four fifths??))) and that's... interesting.

Twice And For All (260k)

Stiles Stilinski was no stranger to the supernatural.

2. Baby, It's Cold Outside (4k)

Stiles hated Christmas.

3. Contingency Plans (27k (so far))

The end begins in the summer of '06.

4. Third Time's The Charm (106k (so far))

Scott is gone.

5. [Stiles Stilinski's Guide to:] Nepotism (9k (so far))

A sizeable chunk of Stiles Stilinski’s faith in Scott McCall died the day he met their new manager.

6. [Your Bark's Far Worse Than Your] Bite (12k (so far))

It's hard to justify life.

7. [Bill's Bond (B)Adventure] (3k (so far))

The Mystery Shack has exactly two-hundred-and-thirty-six security measures in the sitting room alone.

8. Septín (2k (so far))

“You call me as soon as you land, okay?”

9. Wrench in the Works (700 (so far) (aww baby))

The screen was black.

10. Mortality (4k (so far) (how are these so little))

Derek Hale’s life in Beacon Hills was far from his first.

really all this has taught me is I am incapable of focusing on one thing at once. and that I need to write more for Mortality cause in my brain I've finished that and it's like 9 chapters long??? ugh I love that fic. and septín being only 2k is mind-boggling cause it's another one of those I've Planned Every Second Of Your Life From Now Until The End Of Time universes. that and I LOVE that fic. idk how I haven't written more of it. anyway!! it seems like all the most interesting fics I've written are deeply incomplete. and the single gravity falls billford fic really is messing with me HELLO!!!

is there a trend to these? there deffo is for the TAFA-verse (never calling it that again) but idk about the rest of them. there's not much in common between a billford james bond spoof and a sterek reincarnation au. shocking, I know.

thank u so much again @patolemus for tagging me!!! this was VERY fun heeHEEE i still have no one else to tag. whoopdiedo!

Game Night

Stiles Stilinski x reader

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“Scott hates me” you whine, laying against the bed. In the beginning you thought it was your imagination. Now though you know it’s not all in your head, Scott hates you.

Today Stiles had a lacrosse game so you being his girlfriend were there. The game went amazing. Stiles ended up scoring the final goal of the game. You were so proud of him, the smile on his face made yours grow. You ran onto the field embracing him in a big hug giving him a kiss on the lips. He laughed against your lips holding you close to him and twirling you around. “Congrats, baby” you mumble against his lips.

He placed another kiss on your lips before telling you that he had to go to the locker room. You nodded watching him head to the locker room with the other players. He gave you a final wave before disappearing from your sight.

After a few minutes you decide to wait by the locker rooms for him. The two of you have plans to go back to his house. While waiting for him that's where you heard it. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop but when you heard your name you couldn’t help but listen.

“Is Stiles coming tonight?” you recognized the voice as Lydia.

“No he’s going with Y/n” you could hear the annoyance in Scott's voice. “This is the third time he’s declined hanging out to spend time with Y/n.”

“What’s wrong with you thats his girlfriend? Don’t tell me you're jealous” you could hear her laugh at the thought but Scott doesn’t.

“Of course I’m not jealous I just don’t like her” you could hear Lydia question why that was. His answer solidified the idea that he hates you. “Stiles can do so much better than her.” You tuned out the rest of their conversation.

You knew Scott didn’t like you but you hoped that over time he would warm up to but he never did. The rest of the group didn’t mind you the girls would invite you out shopping and to sleepovers. It was just Scott that didn't like you and you had no idea what you did. Now you find out it was nothing you did, he just didn’t like you; he thought Stiles could do better. You finally had the answer to the question that had been plaguing your mind for months.

Your problems weren't over though with one question answered, more showed up. Did Stiles know how Scott felt about you? If he knows about how Scott felt about you, would he break up with you? You know how much Stiles loves Scott so the idea that Stiles would break up with you to make Scott happy wasn’t too far-fetched.

You watched as Stiles took off his jersey throwing it in the hamper. He changed into his pajamas before sitting on the bed next to you. “Scott doesn’t hate you” he grabbed your arm pulling you into him. The two of you are cuddled up in bed together, your head on his chest while his hand runs up and down your side. You lean up and place a kiss on his lips. You weren't planning on telling him about what you heard but you did want to gauge if he knew how Scott felt.

“If Scott asked you to break up with me would you” you could tell the question surprised him. He tensed under you. Stiles had just had a big win, his shining moment and you felt you were running it and you were. It was selfish of you to bring this up but you needed to know before it got any worse.

“Where is this coming from?” he chuckled at the sudden question but stopped when he saw the look in your eyes. You were being dead serious. He could see the doubt in your eyes about your answer. It hurt him thinking that you doubted his love towards you. “Of course not baby” the sincerity in his voice made you believe him. The look of complete love in his eyes settled all your doubt.

You lift yourself up off his chest placing a deep kiss on his lips he returned the gesture right away. Pulling you into his lap, his hands on your hips as he deepened the kiss. He started to place kisses on your neck. Sucking dark hickeys into your neck mumbling small ‘I love yous’ against your neck. You whisper ‘I love yous’ back to him.Every last one of your doubts disappeared with every ‘I love you’ and kiss. You're not going to let Scott come between the two of you again. It no longer mattered if Scott liked you because Stiles did he loved you and you love him.

Were Dating?

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

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His signature blue jeep pulled into your driveway at exactly eight. Surprisingly the brunette was on time for once. As soon as he parks he’s jumping out of the jeep, giving you his dorky smile before opening the passenger side door for you. You just chuckle at his actions. 

You and Stiles have been friends for years though it was only lately that he's been acting somewhat differently. He’s been sweeter to you, more thoughtful, you contribute it to the fact the two of you have been spending more alone time together. Tonight the two of you are going to see a new horror movie that you’ve been dying to see. 

You and Stiles just buttered your popcorn when you bump into Scott and allison. Coincidentally they are going to see the same movie, so you decided to join each other. ‘A double date’ in Stiles' own words. The night went amazing, after the movie the four of you decided to get food. At the end of the night Stiles drives you back to your house. Even going as far as walking you to the door. Just as you're about to say goodnight he kisses you. You freeze when his lips meet yours, completely stunned by the boy's bold move. 

“Uh.. What was that?” You weren't against Stiles kissing you but you wanted to know why he's kissing you out of the blue. 

Stiles tilted his head a blush still coating his cheeks, “It’s a goodnight kiss, can’t I kiss my girlfriend” Now you're really confused. 

“I’m your girlfriend?” 

“Of course you're my girlfriend”, he chuckled thinking you were teasing him. It's only when you ask since when with a completely straight face does he realize you're being serious. “A week in a half, I asked you out two tuesdays ago.”

It took a few seconds to place the day.

It was an average day, Stiles was driving you home like he does everyday. Only this time when you pulled up to your house he stops you. “Hey before you go I wanted to ask you something” He was oddly nervous but you didn't think anything about it, giving him a nod of encouragement. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang-out, like just the two of us.” Why he’s so nervous to ask you to hang out you don’t know but you answer right away. 

“Of course, I don’t know why you were so nervous to ask. I could never say no to you.” A huge smile blooms on Stiles face, his dimples fully on show. 

“Thank goodness, I was so nervous that you would say no” you laugh at his reaction, why on earth would you ever say no. 

Now looking back on it’s so obvious that he was asking you on a date. In your defense he never used the word date or the word girlfriend. So it wasn’t totally your fault for not connecting the dots. 

“I didn’t realize you were asking me out” your voice is soft 

“Oh” an awkward silence covers the two of you as both stare at each other. He had no idea how to respond, this whole time he thought you were his girlfriend, but you thought the two of you were only friends. He had no idea how you thought the two of you were friends. He wasn't hiding his affection for you. The two of you would hold hands, and cuddle yet you thought you were friends. He felt like an idiot, he just kissed you when you saw him as just a friend. “Well then goodnight I guess sorry I kissed you let's just forget about it” he tried to laugh off his discomfort, this is not how he thought tonight was going to go. This morning he was dating his longtime crush and now he’s finding out it was all a lie. He just wanted to run away and die of embarrassment. 

Before he could leave you grab his arm pulling him back to you and placing a kiss on his lips. His mind short-circuited, he’s on a rollercoaster. One second he's dating you then you're rejecting him and now you're kissing him. 

“Stiles, do you want to be my Boyfriend?” 

“Yeah I would love too” his smiles huge 

“That's how you ask someone out” you giggle out

“Well when someone takes you on dates and holds your hands that means your dating” the both of you laugh kissing each other once more.

Knight in Shining Armour

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

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There were a hundred reasons why Stiles hates Theo Raeken. He’s a douche and on multiple occasions he has tried to kill his friends. Lately though his hatred for the man has grown, all because of you. More specifically the way Theo interacts with you. He’s always overly touchy with you, finding any excuse to touch you. Even going as far as whispering in your ear. The worst part is you let him do it. 

Stiles wants to be the only one allowed to be that close to you. To whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Instead you let Theo, and it takes everything in Stiles not to do something about it, scared you’d get mad at him. Tonight though that all changes…

Tonight is one of the few nights the pack is doing something normal teens do, Partying. Everyone’s just cutting loose, forgetting about all their responsibilities and just living in the moment. Of course just as they were having fun Theo has to show up souring everyone's mood. He only says a few words before disappearing into another room but his presence is enough to put everyone on guard, especially Stiles. 

While the others try to get back into a partying mood, Stiles is focused solely on Theo. Watching closely as he walks over to you, standing much too close for his liking. This time however instead of letting Theo stand close to you you're shoving him away earning a silent cheer from Stiles. However his smile quickly falls when he sees Theo roughly pull you back to him. 

Stiles moves on instinct making his way across the room to you. As he approaches Theo drops your arm rolling his eyes once Stiles is in front of him. 

“Are you okay?” Stiles asks immediately, concern evident in his voice. 

“Yeah I’m fine, Theo was just leaving” you set Theo with a glare making sure he got the message. Not that he ever does no matter how many times you tell him off he just comes back. 

“Oh come on Princess” he moves to reach you again but Stiles intervenes. Theo chuckles as Stiles stands in front of you, “Oh I see, you’re her knight in shining armour. Well when you get sick of this dumbass give me a call”, with a final smirk he walks away. 

You let out a breath of relief, before turning to Stiles. “Thank you, he just never listens” 

“This has happened before?” He looks so concerned, it warms your heart that he cares so much. 

“Yeah he’s always bugging me can never take no as an answer”  

“Well if he tries something again call me” you can’t help but chuckle a little, stepping closer to him. 

“Guess you really are my knight in shining armour”, Stiles blushes at your words, “Every hero deserves an award” he freezes as you lean in, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

“I- it was no problem” he stutters doing his best to try to seem like he wasn’t totally freaking out. 

“Come one my knight, let’s dance” you grab his hands leading him into the crowd of teens all dancing.

Protective (Werewolf) Brother

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

prompt~ Can you please do one with stiles? Could it be one where were derek’s little sister and have been sneaking around with stiles, then one day stiles sneaks into are room and we get into a heated makeout sesh then derek comes home early or smt and finds us and gets mad and annoyed that we’re dating stiles but also make the ending fluffy??? ~ from anon

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Even though you were an adult your brother still treated you as though you were a child. Now is a prime example, He’s informing you that he’s leaving town for a few days. At first you thought he was inviting you to come along but he told you it was too dangerous. That while he was gone that you were not allowed to leave the house and no one was to come over. You swear he forgets that you're also a werewolf and are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. You just bite your tongue though, letting him give you the whole lecture. 

Once he’s out the door however you're calling Stiles to come over. Stiles makes it to your apartment in record time. A huge smile on his face when he walks through the door. “So how long will he be gone?” He quickly asks while pressing a kiss against your lips. 

You and Stiles have been seeing each other in secret for months. No one knows, not even your friends and you would like to keep it that way. Not that you wouldn’t love to tell everyone that you're dating Stiles, you just don’t want to have to deal with your brother. Honestly you hate that your brother is already affecting your relationship. Though you know if he were to find out he would make it even more challenging to see Stiles.

“At least two days” you can’t contain your excitement. Two whole days you’ll get to be with him. The two of you rarely have alone time together so these two days you’ll be glued to each other's side. Not even a second will go to waste.

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The two of you are so wrapped up in each other's presence you don’t even hear the loft door open. Your hands are running over Stiles bare chest, your lips trailing kisses down his neck. That's how Derek finds the two of you. 

“What the hell!!” Both you and Stiles flinch at the voice quickly separating from each other. Derek stands by the door seemingly in shock at finding the two of you making out. 

“What the hell yourself Derek, what are you doing here?!?” You can’t help your irritation. 

“Don’t you dare yell at me I can’t believe you,” then his eyes flashed to stiles turning a bright blue. “And you how dare you sneak around with my sister” he practically growls the words out. Stiles flinches at the threat ducking behind you in hopes of you protecting him. 

“Derek I’m a grown woman I can see whoever I want” Before he could respond your shoving him out of the room. “We can continue this conversation in the other room.”

Stiles sits awkwardly on your bed, listening to yours and Derek's muffled yells. He’s not sure what's more scary your yells or the silence that follows. He can faintly hear the loft door slam shut before the bedroom door opens. “Sorry about him”

“What happened?” He’s so confused, one second ago Dereks kicked him out of the house and now he’s just gone and left. 

“Me and Derek have come to an agreement, He won’t hurt you and I won't kill him.” you punctuate your sentence with a kiss. Though his life may be endangered, Stiles is the happiest he’s been since you agreed to be his girlfriend. Now everyone will know your his girlfriend, and he’ll be able to kiss you whenever he wants.

HII I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING!

Can you please do one with stiles? Could it be one where were derek’s little sister and have been sneaking around with stiles, then one day stiles sneaks into are room and we get into a heated makeout sesh then derek comes home early or smt and finds us and gets mad and annoyed that we’re dating stiles but also make the ending fluffy???

Thank you so much!!! I'm always happy to know people like my writing.

This was such a cute ask, I love the idea and had a great time writing it I hope you love it, Protective (Werewolf) Brother

Angel Shot

@britishassistant

May I offer a Steter AU where Stiles is a regular at Peter's bar and orders the safeword drink to escape a bad date, and Peter has to try very hard to not murder said bad date while helping Stiles escape, in this trying time?

  I’m not sure if this is what you wanted, but I tried my best.

Words: 1355

  Peter has been working as a bartender at club Alpha for years now.

His family has run the club for generations and Peter was previously the owner before he gave that title to his nephew Derek, instead choosing to work at the bar.

Being a bartender means he's seen a lot of different faces and dealt with a handful of situations, one of which being a blind date gone south.

Just like right now.

A young man who Peter's seen for months now walked to the bar with another man behind him.

The guy's a regular, one whose sarcastic remarks he's become very fond of, so Peter can easily tell how uncomfortable he is. Instead of reacting though, he waits for them to come to him.

Stiles, as Peter vaguely remembers his nephew calling him, looked annoyed as the slightly older man clung to him.

Peter could feel the disgust working its way onto his face, but he stopped himself just in time for the two to stop in front of him. "Hey, can I get an Angel Shot?"

An angel shot, code for "Help me ditch this dude." Peter could feel rage boiling inside him as the man beside Stiles kept putting his hands lower than they should be whenever Stiles pushed them away.

Of course, he couldn't let the disgusting filth of a man catch on to what Stiles wanted. So Peter kept calm and asked normally, "How would you like that?" "Neat, please."

Peter nodded and moved to the side where one of the security was hanging around. Once he made sure the filth wasn't paying attention to him, he whispered to them.

"Ethan, kid. I need you to distract someone for me while I walk someone out." Peter pointed to a clearly uncomfortable Stiles, who was trying to get away from the filth bothering him.

Ethan nodded to Peter and whispered into the ear of the guy sitting next to him before standing and holding a hand out for him to grab.

Peter watched as Ethan pulled his lover towards Stiles and the trash next to him.

To anyone who didn't know them, Ethan and his lover Danny would seem like regular visitors, since only a few of the security wear uniforms.

It makes it easier to catch someone in the act of doing something if they don't know that you're security, since normal bystanders usually won't do anything.

Peter asked another bartender to keep watch while he dealt with something, all the while watching as Danny and Ethan danced just a bit away from Stiles and the filth.

Peter watched as Stiles told the filth something, likely an excuse to get away, but the man looked increasingly frustrated.

Just before anything could get out of hand, Danny accidentally bumped into him, apologizing repeatedly.

Danny looked embarrassed about the incident and offered to buy the man a drink as Ethan blocked the man's view from Stiles, giving him the space to sneak out.

Ethan subtly pointed Stiles towards Peter, who was now waiting at the end of the bar for him.

Looking at the scene, Peter would say they deserved an Oscar for their acting, but he pushed that away to focus on Stiles, who was more important at the moment.

Stiles rushed towards Peter, sending a silent thanks to the two security guards.

Peter was quick to push them both through the crowd and out the back door, leading them to the back parking lot where only a few cars were parked.

The back parking lot was usually reserved for staff, but Stiles, the friend to many of the workers as well as Peter's nephew himself, was allowed a pass.

The two of them tried to walk the few feet to Stiles' jeep but stopped when Stiles kept stumbling. Stiles almost tripped on his own feet if it wasn't for Peter being quick enough to catch him.

Peter pressed the back of his hand to Stiles' forehead carefully. "Kid, how much did you drink?"

Peter pulled back just enough to get a better look at Stiles now that they were covered in light from the nearby lamppost. The kid was a mess.

He was slightly dazed, his face was a bit heated, and he could barely keep himself up on his own without Peter holding him up. Despite all of that, Stiles pushed Peter away lightly and tried to wave him off.

"I'm fine. I only had a few shots." Peter gave him an incredulous look, his eyebrow raising skeptically. "Please. You look like shit, and you're about to fall right now."

As Peter said that, Stiles was in fact leaning a bit too far to the side. Peter quickly placed a hand around his waist to hold him up, deciding to ignore the increase of heat in Stiles' face.. for now.

"Ha ha. Very funny. You must be Peter." Peter gave Stiles a look. "And how exactly did you guess my name by that?" Stiles chuckled as Peter helped him sit on the curb next to his jeep.

"Being painfully honest seems to be a family trait. Besides, the puppies mention you a lot."

Stopping midway from texting Scott to look at Stiles, who was now drunkenly ethereal-looking under the streetlights, Peter put up a sarcastic attitude. "Good things I'd hope, but I highly doubt that."

Stiles snorted. "They called you a manipulative psycho with a blunt attitude and sarcastic tongue." Peter scoffed before sending a text to Scott and putting his phone away as he moved to sit next to Stiles.

"Glad to see they think so highly of me." Peter smirked as Stiles laughed. "Do you think I'm what they say I am after this little interaction of ours?" "Yep."

Peter shook his head with a look of mock hurt, even going as far as placing a hand on his chest. "Not even a moment's hesitation. How upsetting. Even after I just helped you escape the club unnoticed."

Peter sighed dramatically. "Where is my thanks?" Peter looked up just in time to notice Stiles moving just the slightest bit closer. "My knight in shining armor-" Stiles looked Peter up and down with a grin.

"-or slacks." Stiles leaned back just a bit before giving Peter a look. "Maybe I can show you my thanks tomorrow when you have the day off."

Peter had to restrain himself from jumping the kid at the implication in his suggestion. "I don't have the day off tomorrow." "You do now."

Stiles gave him a flirtatious look and Peter had to stop himself again from rushing forward. Instead, he asked him with his eyebrow raised, "And how exactly do you plan to change my schedule?"

Stiles hummed as he shrugged. "You're not the only one who can be manipulative when you wanna be."

Despite the way he acted earlier, Stiles looked almost sober as he said that, licking his lips and glancing at Peter's.

Peter started to lean forward, but they were interrupted by the sound of someone calling out for Stiles. Peter looked frustrated at the interruption as Stiles smirked, as if he expected this.

There, walking towards them, was Scott McCall. Derek's business partner and Stiles' childhood best friend.

At the tension between them, Scott gave the two a look before helping Stiles into the passenger seat and driving off after a quick thanks to Peter, who was now alone.

Peter returned to his station to find the trash from earlier nowhere in sight. For the rest of the night, all Peter could think of was Stiles and what he implied earlier.

He felt resentful towards Scott for having the worst timing. The only thing that made up for it was a text from an unknown number early the next morning.

Unknown: Hey, this is Stiles Realized I didn't give you my number last night

Peter jumped out of bed the moment he read the texts, all of his previous bitter tiredness out the window.

Stiles: Mind meeting up for drinks? Then I can thank you properly

At that, Peter was dressed and rushing out the door to meet Stiles.

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My Favorite Teen Wolf Ao3 Fanfics

Top 1 - 5

Guardian by Lerya

Main Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Main Pairings: Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Aiden/Lydia Martin, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey, Ethan/Danny Mahealani/Jackson Whittemore, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Chapters:100/100

Summary:

After Stiles finally realises how little he means to Scott, and how little his opinions and even his research mean to the 'true Alpha', he's had enough. With most of the original Hale pack getting away from the Hellhole that is Beacon Hills, he prepares to do the same. The extra addition wasn't planned, but most welcomed, as was an invite by the counsel.

He could do this, going around the world, helping other Supernaturals, getting to know the world, and learning about himself and the community.

Little Red's Hide Out by TheCuriousCat

Main Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Main Pairings: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Jordan Parrish/Sheriff Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Derek Hale/Danny Mahealani, Isaac Lahey/Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Bobby Finstock/Greenberg, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes

Chapters: 28/?

Summary:

Stiles is a researcher at heart, when he wants to find out about something he does... except accurate information about werewolves is really hard to come by and if it's hard for him it must be hell for others in Scott's position.

So, with too little sleep and accidental magic on his side, he decides to make a place people can come to help and get help. A hide out for all those who go bump in the night. Of course it turns into so much more but really, who ever accused Stiles of doing anything by halves?

Kate Argent isn't as good at covering up her murder sprees as she thinks by TheCuriousCat

Main Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Main Pairings: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Sheriff Stilinski

Chapters: 14/?

Summary:

Stiles' mother is trying to kill her and her father doesn't believe her. In a bid to find reasons to be out of the house as much as she can she latches onto the first mystery she can get her hands on, just in time for the Hale fire.

Stiles digs and digs feeling more sick the further she falls into the rabbit hole but it's not all bad. Kate left a lot of loose ends, all of which are very happy to join Stiles in her new goal of ripping Kate's world to shreds.

Having a pack is nice but why won't anyone tell her why she keeps feeling like she's getting an electric shock every time Derek Hale touches her!

Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross

Main Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Main Pairings: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner.

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Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run.

He doesn't expect to have company.

Ruthless by ItsMe_Basil

Main Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Main Pairings: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Chapters: 2/3

Summary:

Stiles yelps and shakes his hand. The ash stays where it is. Well, no, it moves across his palm! Stiles wipes at it with his other hand, forgoing the whole getting-it-in-the-bottle thing and sticking to the get-it-off-me thing.

Only the ash doesnt get off. Stiles watches with growing horror as the ash moved up his palm to his wrist, and the burning gets worse.

"Ow," he breathes, wincing and staring. The ash moves on its own, growing a shape at the inside of his wrist. Three spirals, one on top and two on the bottom.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, ow!"

Remember some chapters are longer than others

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Just read this. It was amazing!! Loved it so much!! ❤️❤️

Hot to Touch, Holding You  | Derek/Stiles | 8k

author : @fairydustedtheory ~ buy me a Ko-Fi

Written for @averysterekwinter Day 6 : Body Heat

Summary : The pack bonding weekend Stiles had hoped for has gone terribly wrong: everybody cancelled on him.

Now he’s here alone with Derek of all people. Stuck in a fucking snow storm, with little else to do but… keep warm.