TW_Linamoa
(Closed, Moderated)
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Stiles' mom is dying and in an attempt to run away from it all, he ends up at a clearing with a cut-down tree that talks to him. He makes a deal with a dark fox to ease his mother's mind and gains a life-long companion for it.
And then there's this new girl at school, Allison, who decides to be his friend. His life unfolds a little different from thereon out.
-
- Words:
- 56,551
- Works:
- 4
- Bookmarks:
- 403
-
Tags
Summary
“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.”
It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential.
Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”
-
Tags
Summary
He didn’t know what it was at first, the thing causing his nightmares and panic. There wasn’t anyone he could ask. Deaton was out of the question, Stiles had never trusted him. Scott was pushing him away and the others were gone. Derek was already dealing with so much. Stiles was on his own and he knew it. So, he did the one thing he probably shouldn’t have done. He talked to it.
-
What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
30 Apr 2019
Tags
Summary
“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”
Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.
“What?! What was that sound?!”
“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.
“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”
“Mike,” she argued.
“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.
“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.