Meme: 5+ Headcanons / Three-Sentence Fic
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cywscrossCurrently trying to hammer out my Steter Secret Santa fic now that my finals are finally over, hopefully I'll get it done in time but I'm also busy buying presents and shit and struggling with writing at all when I just want to sleep all day so maybe this will help get the creativity running. So anyway:
Still taking!
1. Give me a fandom/character/ship.
2. Give me an AU/setting.
3. I'll give you either 5+ headcanons or a 3-sentence fic about it.
Going to bed now so I'll do any that come in over the next couple days. I think you know my usual fandoms (TW, Bleach, HP, KnB, Naruto, KHR, etc.) but feel free to venture outside them, and I'll tell you if I really can't write anything for it. You can also send more than one, although maybe post each one separately so it would be easier for me to reply to them.
Still doing these but life's gotten busy so it might take a while for me to get to your prompt.
No longer taking. I have two more in my backlog so hopefully I'll finish those two up asap but that's it for now.
NiF
Date: 2017-12-24 01:03 pm (UTC)Re: NiF
Date: 2017-12-25 02:12 am (UTC)--
In those half-crazed moments right before dawn after three consecutive nights of no sleep, lying awake listening to Changsu struggle for each breath, Lin Chen sometimes wonders - if he lets all the other patients foisted on him in this godforsaken winter die, if half the army is wiped out overnight with a bit of poison or just the right amount of inattention, would Changsu finally let them (himself) leave?
It always makes him want to laugh. Of course not. It's Changsu, and this place is one he will never leave.
(But he'd do it, he thinks. If he thought it would work, he'd do it.)
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Date: 2017-12-24 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-25 05:51 am (UTC)--
1. Skull is the only one not immediately drawn in by Luce's warm smile and sweet words. He's a Cloud, even though he doesn't quite know what that means yet, and he hasn't fully tapped into his flames the way the others all have. So he's the only one who judges Luce logically - she's married, she's head of a famiglia, and she knows a hell of a lot more about their mysterious benefactor than the rest of them do even if she doesn't actually say so outright. That's more than a little suspicious, and the fact that she can produce orange fire certainly doesn't change that.
So he's the only one who tries to walk away. It doesn't really help - somehow or other, he always gets dragged back in to their little get-togethers, right up until they're all turned into babies. Still, later, afterwards, the others all remember how Skull was never quite taken in, never quite charmed, and in the end, it's just another reason for them to dislike him.
2. If Skull had to pick one of the other Arcobaleno to go to for help, it would probably be Viper. Reborn and Colonello would just laugh at him and beat him up, or - more likely - laugh at him while beating him up. Lal Mirch would watch and scoff at him for his abysmal fighting skills. Verde is creepy as all get-out, and any help he provides would most likely cost an arm and a leg. Literally. Fon is polite and nice and he's never lifted a hand against Skull, but there's always been something about his smile that never goes beyond the surface. It rings false, and even if he might be the only one who would agree to help Skull for free, the lack of genuineness in his... everything makes Skull too uneasy to approach him because he'll always be waiting for the other shoe to drop.
But Viper only ever asks for money, and so long as you can pay, they'll always hold up their end of the bargain.
3. After their adult bodies are restored, Skull goes back to his stuntwork and shows. Sawada Tsunayoshi has him on speed-dial but that's the only mafia connection Skull doesn't gleefully chop in half with a metaphorical chainsaw. It takes seven months and five shows in which he spots at least one familiar face in the audience each time to realize that for whatever crazy reason, he may be more than ready to leave them behind but his fellow former-Arcobaleno aren't.
4. The first and only time Skull saves Reborn, it's a complete accident. Given a choice, he's not even sure if he would save the bastard. But it happens on a mission that Skull reluctantly tags along on, they all end up running for their lives, and he's in the right (or wrong, depending on your perspective) place at the right time to take a bullet meant for Reborn's back.
He wakes later to find Reborn furiously pumping Sun flames into him, more pissed off than Skull has ever seen him, and the moment his survival becomes a certainty, Reborn grabs his fedora and storms out the nearest door. Skull gets one week to rest and recuperate, and then he gets the Reborn version of "training" that leaves him black and blue and limping.
He's never saving Reborn again, even if he has to dive out of the way next time.
5. For all that Lal usually doesn't do anything to stop Reborn or Colonello from using Skull for target practice, and she is very much a believer of tough love, she's also the one who teaches Skull how to shoot a gun properly. Skull doesn't want to learn but she demands he does anyway, and she's harsh and strict, but she doesn't hit him, and she repeats the lessons over and over and over again - what each piece is called, how to assemble a rifle, how to fire a pistol - and she doesn't let up until Skull is halfway decent with just about any firearm he'll ever come across.
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Date: 2017-12-25 07:08 am (UTC)bleach
Date: 2017-12-25 06:31 am (UTC)Re: bleach
Date: 2017-12-25 11:23 am (UTC)--
1. Byakuya wakes up in one of the outer districts, confused, dirt poor, and absolutely terrible at everything from picking pockets to avoiding the attentions of leering men and their groping hands. Even he knows he stands out too much with his looks, so he cuts his hair and smudges his face with dust (the latter happens easily enough even without him doing it on purpose), and he firmly stomps down on the part of him that recoils in disgust. If he doesn't adapt, he'll die. That's the life he lives now.
2. The worst day of his life in its early days is when he stumbles on a baby in a back alley. The thing is still alive and hiccupping quietly like it's been crying for a while now and has finally grown too tired to continue. He walks past it, tells himself he's bad enough off already, he goes hungry five days out of seven, his skills at theft is still mediocre at best, and even if he takes the baby with him, it'll starve just as surely as if he leaves it here.
He makes it two blocks down before he goes back for it, and from that day on, he has a little sister.
3. He meets Ichigo two months after he picks up Rukia, and that turns out to be the best day of his life, even if he doesn't know it at the time. He's starving, they both are, he and Rukia, and he knows they're probably days from death's doorstep. He's not good enough to provide for the both of them, especially since he can't leave Rukia anywhere while he goes out to find food, so he's had to resort to scrounging through garbage. He left shame behind approximately two weeks after Rukongai became a way of life for him.
He gets lucky one day, that particular day, and finds a whole loaf of bread someone threw out. It's half-burnt but still edible, and it hasn't even gone bad yet. Then of course his luck does a one-eighty and a couple boys - one of the numerous gangs in the district, all bigger than him - manages to corner him and demands he hand it over. With Rukia strapped to his back, Byakuya can't even try to fight, although even if she wasn't, he doubts he'd win anyway. He looks around desperately for a way out, for somewhere to run, and just as he's certain he'll be beaten to death in a dirty back alley, someone comes hurtling over the edge of the roof of the building on the left and lands on top of the ringleader. The boy goes down with a crunch that probably means a broken nose, and his minions start shouting, waving their knives around, only to stop when the newcomer straightens, a wild grin on his face, all teeth, and a head of orange that stands out so brightly in the drab grey of the slums that it looks like an open flame. He turns to look at them, just a look, and Byakuya watches - awestruck - as every single one of the five boys still standing cower.
4. Byakuya's not really sure why Ichigo takes him and his sister in, but he does and that's the important thing because even he's heard of the fearsome reputation of Kurosaki Ichigo and his gang. Ichigo calls everyone family though, all the men and women and kids and even pets who live in the chain of sprawling apartment buildings they call home. The place is made of wood and cement and crumbling concrete, just like every other building in the district, but they've painted some of it and hung colourful curtains over windows, and it looks more like an actual home than anything Byakuya's seen in this lifetime. He and Rukia get their own room, and clothes and food and even fresh water are provided for them. Everybody seems to take his skittish wariness in stride, two girls - Orihime and Yuzu - even come by a few days in with an armful of toys and books for Rukia. Everyone is ridiculously welcoming, and Byakuya spends a lot of time worrying about what he's going to have to do to pay off this accumulating debt.
Ichigo's not always around, but the next time he is, Byakuya braces himself and goes to offer his meager services. He's no freeloader, and even he knows by now that nothing really comes free in this world. But Ichigo just smirks at him and ruffles his hair, and that very same day, Byakuya gets his first lesson in proper survival.
5. The first big raid Ichigo takes him on iss when a few caravans pass through, laden down with riches and guarded by shinigami, and Byakuya is Rukongai enough - proud enough - to sneer at them from his perch on a shadowed rooftop. Across from him, Uryuu does the same, especially when the owner down below starts complaining about the filth everywhere, and a few of the shinigami start kicking the handful of beggars hunkered down on each side of the street out of the way to make way for their little party.
They hit the caravans as soon as they round the next tight corner. Byakuya flashes forward on the quickest shunpo he can manage, slicing open the abdomen of a shinigami blocking his way before the man can even blink, exactly how Ichigo taught him, and then ducking inside his assigned target. He's joined by Karin a moment later, and they make quick work of the interior, stripping everything of value they can carry. It's chaos outside, full of shouts and the ring of metal against metal, but it's the bang of fireworks he listens for, and as soon as that sounds, he and Karin are leaving again, disappearing over the rooftops, arms laden down with stolen goods, and they don't stop until they make it home.
That night's feast is full of foods Byakuya's never even laid eyes on before much less tasted, but it's the pride with which Ichigo looks at him, at all of them, at their family that warms him down to his very bones.
Rukongai au
Date: 2017-12-25 02:48 pm (UTC)Re: Rukongai au
Date: 2017-12-25 10:33 pm (UTC)2. Rukia grows up following Ichigo around. She has a bunch of other brothers and sisters but - Byakuya aside of course - she takes to Ichigo the most. Nobody's even all that sure why but little girls just seem to love Ichigo. Karin, Yuzu, Ururu, and Nel are all testament of that. So nobody's really that surprised when the first thing Rukia does after learning how to walk is toddle around after Ichigo whenever he's home, much to Byakuya's embarrassment. Ichigo indulges her though, carrying her when she wants to be carried, letting her sleep on him, reading to her, and teaching her how to pick locks as soon as her fingers are deft enough.
3. There's one shinigami who lives with them. Byakuya meets him two weeks after he and Rukia move in. It's the middle of the night, and Rukia woke up and wouldn't go back to sleep so Byakuya is walking up and down the halls, trying to calm her down. He's turning out of the kitchen area and almost gives himself a heart attack when he nearly crashes into a looming figure standing in the doorway. He has blond hair and pale skin, as pale as Byakuya, and he's wearing the plain kimono typical of an outer district resident but he also has a cane in one hand, and Byakuya's sensitive enough to feel the power coming from it. The man doesn't say anything, just watches him in eerie silence until Byakuya dips his head a little stiffly and sidles off back to his room, clutching Rukia a little tighter than probably necessary. He asks Inoue in the morning though, who tells him what the man is and who he is.
"His name is Urahara Kisuke," Inoue explains. "He doesn't really talk to anyone except Ichigo so don't be offended if he doesn't answer you. Ichigo found him after some shinigami dumped him in a ditch at the edge of the district, and he brought him home. We know he used to be a shinigami too but that's about it."
Byakuya tucks this information away and makes a mental note to keep an eye on this Urahara Kisuke. He's learned by now that shinigami don't care about rukongai residents, that they consider them second-class citizens at best, and most of the time not even that. Still, if the shinigami is here, that means he's part of this family, so Byakuya will also try not to judge too harshly.
4. There's a secret Karin's never told anyone, not even Ichigo, not even Yuzu - once, she's coming back from a raid in the next district over, and she sees a shinigami wearing the Thirteenth Division badge of a lieutenant. Her reiatsu's already dampened but she mutes it even further and hunkers down to wait the man out. She's probably one of the more hot-headed of their family but Ichigo's lectured her enough that she knows better than to face off against a seated officer without backup, especially the famous Shiba Kaien. Then the man turns around, and it takes everything she has not to gasp, because black hair and green eyes aside, that is her brother's face, talking to the dark-haired lady - another shinigami - beside him.
They move on. She goes home. She never breathes a word about the encounter. It's not even for any one reason, probably not for any logical reasons either. But if they're supposed to be family, then they left her brother and them to rot. If they're not, then who cares if nobody knows. She doesn't want her brother investigating - what if they try to force him to stay? They don't deserve him anyway, and she doesn't need a bunch of shinigami coming in and breaking her family apart.
5. Uryuu learns early on that he and Ichigo are not the same. The day he fires an arrow of blue light at a band of Eleventh-Division shinigami who'd just destroyed half a block and three families because they were playing around with a hollow, one of them gawks and shouts, "Quincy!"
Uryuu still doesn't know what a quincy is, only that it makes all the shinigami come after him with that much more fervour. His powers are different. He's different. He and Ichigo are not the same, and yet, Ichigo never hesitated to jump in, and together they slaughtered every last officer who saw Uryuu's powers that day.
"If the shinigami have a problem with it," was Ichigo's idiotic declaration in the aftermath. "Then we'll just have to make sure anyone who sees doesn't get the chance to tell anybody else."
He and Ichigo are not the same, but they are family, and that makes all the difference.
Re: Rukongai au
Date: 2017-12-26 08:29 am (UTC)survival of the fittest
Date: 2017-12-29 06:16 am (UTC)Re: survival of the fittest
Date: 2018-01-03 08:55 am (UTC)Of course, after Sakura became his girlfriend, Shikamaru suddenly had a whole new slew of problems in the form of her many suitors, most of whom can't seem to get a goddamn clue.
Re: survival of the fittest
Date: 2018-01-05 07:45 pm (UTC)P.S. Why does Sakura choose "Snake" as her ANBU codename?
Re: survival of the fittest
Date: 2018-01-09 10:37 am (UTC)The first time Shikamaru gives Sakura flowers on what will be the first of many dates to come, he spends the whole afternoon before that combing the Yamanaka flower shop for the perfect bouquet, with Ino, Chouji, Sai, and Naruto of all people milling around and giving him advice. Well, Chouji is just quietly supportive while he enjoys a snack in the corner, and Sai is sitting at the counter sketching them all and occasionally providing insulting commentary but largely staying out of it for the most part. Ino however watches him with an unnerving gleam in her eyes, and she can't seem to resist reeling off the possible meanings of every flower Shikamaru so much as glances at. It's seriously troublesome, but she's not even the worst. Naruto seems torn between playing the roles of spurned sulky suitor (he and Sakura were never going to happen anyway), overprotective big brother/teammate, and irritatingly unnecessary wingman.
"Just give her cherry blossoms," Naruto immediately suggests fifteen minutes in as he trails after Shikamaru from aisle to aisle. "It's perfect for Sakura-chan!"
Ino sniffs. "I could definitely make an arrangement of cherry blossoms no problem if it was in season, but it's not, and nobody gives that on dates anyway."
"So it would've been unique!"
"And boring," Ino scoffs, turning a warning look on Shikamaru. "You better not, Shika for future dates. Sakura would think you weren't even trying."
Shikamaru rolls his eyes. "I'm not going to." And he never will. "Sakura doesn't like cherry blossoms."
Naruto blinks wide startled eyes at him. "Eh? She doesn't?!"
Shikamaru snorts and goes back to perusing. "Just because her name means cherry blossom and she has pink hair doesn't mean she automatically likes the flower. In fact, that's why she doesn't like it. Everybody gives her stuff with cherry blossoms on it."
That makes Naruto fall back into a pouty silence that lasts all of two minutes before Ino jumps in again, lecturing, "Whatever you pick, make sure to include something red. I know Sakura likes red, and first and foremost, red is love and passion. Make your intentions clear."
Who exactly is the one going on a date here? Ino's outwardly more excited than he is, while Naruto's face steams red at the mention of love and passion, and Shikamaru doesn't know what he's thinking about, but the guy spent like three years with Jiraiya - it doesn't take a genius, and Shikamaru tries to ignore that too because thinking about Naruto thinking about Sakura in any way related to those Icha Icha books makes him want to hit something.
And so it goes - Ino rattles off flower meanings at his side, and Naruto points at every colourful burst of flowers in the place and insists Sakura would like them. Shikamaru starts tuning them out after half an hour, which for him is probably some kind of record. Instead, he focuses on picking out what he thinks Sakura would like, what he already knows she likes, and listening selectively to Ino's encyclopedic knowledge of all things flora.
It's approaching five and he still needs to go home and get ready when he finally nods decisively and marches around the shop to gather what he wants. Chouji wanders over to have a look, while Ino breaks off mid-sentence, and Shikamaru would be impressed at the fact that she's still going if he didn't already know she was fully capable of talking the whole day away. On her part, Ino only raises her eyebrows, glancing between each flower before looking at Shikamaru again with something infinitely amused and almost mocking, but soft in a way she usually hides behind a more flamboyant veneer. "You sure?"
He nods, and for once, Ino doesn't try to suggest something else or even criticize his choice, only turning on her heel and heading to the counter to wrap and ring up the bouquet for him. Naruto on the other hand squints at the flowers with a puzzled sort of interest. "You sure, Shikamaru? What do they mean? Is Sakura-chan gonna know? You didn't even add any roses, and even I know guys are supposed to do that."
"Shut up, Naruto," Ino barks, unceremoniously shoving Sai out of his seat and pulling out tissue paper from underneath the counter before gently gathering the flowers from Shikamaru. "Shikamaru knows what he's doing. And Sakura practically grew up in this shop. She'll know."
A frisson of nerves roils in Shikamaru's gut for a moment, especially when Naruto still looks kind of doubtful, but heck, what does he know? The knucklehead still hasn't figured out Hinata's got the world's biggest crush on him, or that he's half in lust/love/obsession with the Uchiha. And when Shikamaru looks at the bouquet again, something in him settles.
Sakura loves snapdragons. Loves their name, loves the way they look, and in her opinion, growing them was the only thing Earth Country ever did right, which Shikamaru can't disagree with. He likes them too, although not for all the same reasons. He likes what they mean because they remind him of Sakura, all grace and strength and cunning.
So, white snapdragons, offset only by one other kind of flower that Shikamaru finds fitting, alstroemerias in red, because that's the foundation of their entire relationship right there. Maybe the bouquet looks a little weird - Shikamaru's hardly an expert on such things - but he thinks it's nice enough, and it's unique, with a pop of colour that draws the eye the way Sakura draws his, and he hopes fervently that Sakura will like what he chose.
Ino gives him a discount and waves him out the door, telling him not to be late picking Sakura up and that she's already his mom to make sure he picked out a nice outfit for the evening. So troublesome, but at least she also gets Sai to tie Naruto up so the blond doesn't try to do something as stupid as follow him around on his date, and Chouji wishes him good luck.
Two hours later, he presents the bouquet to Sakura, feeling ridiculously anxious and jittery while he waits for her to pass judgement. He almost slumps in relief when Sakura immediately brightens, beaming happily as she takes the bouquet like it's the best thing anybody's ever given her.
"They're beautiful, Shika, thank you!" She gushes, cradling the flowers for a moment before stepping off her doorstep and leaning in to drop a brief kiss on his cheek. Her cheeks are pink when she pulls back but Shikamaru's no better if how hot his ears feel is any indication. Sakura grins a little at the sight but thankfully doesn't tease. "I'll put these in water and be right back."
She comes back with a single deep red alstroemeria tucked in her hair, and with the matching red/black kimono that she's chosen for tonight's festival, she's absolutely gorgeous.
"You look nice," He blurts out as she locks the door behind her, and then he wants to slap himself for sounding like a generic idiot.
But Sakura just smiles again, a curve of her lips that isn't remotely sweet because she can only pull that off when she's three seconds away from verbally ripping someone apart. But it's genuine and a little shy and a lot lovely, and Shikamaru relaxes in the face of it before offering her his arm.
"Thank you," She chirps as she takes his arm without hesitation. "You look very handsome too."
Her sly, sideways glance asks him if his mom picked out his clothes. Shikamaru rolls his eyes very pointedly and nudges her hard enough to make her stumble a little. Sakura just laughs.
She's a warm weight at his side for the rest of the evening as they stroll under the warm lantern lights of the Tanabata Festival, and Shikamaru doesn't even care when he realizes Ino and Naruto are stalking them with hissed whispers and a camera. From the amused roll of Sakura's eyes, she can sense them too, but she doesn't kick up a fuss, only tugging him towards the nearest dango stand instead.
They end the night on the Hokage Monument, watching fireworks light up the night sky. Sakura is snuggled into his side, and he has one arm wrapped around her waist even as she rests her head on his shoulder. He imagines, for a moment, doing this for the rest of his life, and it's an easy picture to summon up in his mind's eye. He doesn't say anything of course - it's too early for that, not the time, certainly not right now. But he's not really surprised by it, because this is him and Sakura, and a lot of things he finds himself wanting to pursue these days all have to do with her. He's pretty sure this is just another eventuality, and that's just fine with him.
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Lol this turned into a snapshot drabble. I hope you like it anyway.
As for Sakura's ANBU codename, that's actually just a headcanon of mine, I always imagine her summons as either snakes or cats, and I just chose snake here because she might potentially get the contract from Anko (or maybe Orochimaru if I throw in a redemption arc for him??? Who knows.) whom Sakura would probably want to train under at some point or another. If I go the cats route, I find it very entertaining because I can imagine Sasuke getting all huffy and offended about it since I imagine cat summons are very picky and notoriously Uchiha-biased, but they end up choosing Sakura instead.
Re: survival of the fittest
Date: 2018-01-10 01:37 am (UTC)Re: survival of the fittest
Date: 2018-01-20 02:14 am (UTC)NIF
Date: 2018-01-03 05:52 pm (UTC)Re: NIF
Date: 2018-01-03 07:44 pm (UTC)Jingyan gives him long-suffering side-looks for the next week and a half but he never actually says anything, and Lin Shu even catches him smirking over the reports more than once.
Bleach
Date: 2018-01-03 07:03 pm (UTC)Or if you don't like it, maybe headcanon from the Wanderlust universe? (just finished re-reading it again :) )
Re: Bleach
Date: 2018-01-05 10:32 am (UTC)I can do the first :)
Sora notices of course and absolutely does his best to encourage friendship instead of lovesickness. He's relieved to note that Ichigo is both the oblivious sort and utterly disinterested in girls that way. Sora does like him - he's an excellent brother to his twin sisters, and like Tatsuki, he doesn't let anybody pick on his friends, which now include Orihime - so he doesn't mind the friendship, so long as it's only friendship of course, at least until Orihime is twenty. Maybe thirty.
Sora has a vague idea of what's going on but he didn't even know he could become a shinigami, much less be able to materialize a sword in his gigai. But first he sits both his sister and Ichigo down to explain the insanity that is the afterlife. Which also leads to him revealing that he actually did die but someone gave him a body so he could keep living in the human world without turning into a hollow. Orihime cries of course, and Sora comforts her as best he can, but Ichigo seems distracted, and there's a darkness in his eyes Sora doesn't like. Gentle coaxing gets Ichigo to tell them about his mother being killed by a hollow, although his dad always said there was no such thing as monsters. Sora loves the Kurosaki kids almost as much as he loves his own sister, but Kurosaki Isshin is a different story. He actually already suspected Isshin might also be a shinigami because how else would Urahara have been able to switch his dead body with a gigai when he was dead on the table for at least thirty minutes while everything was explained to him? Still, there's nothing really to be done. Sora isn't an expert either but at least Ichigo and Orihime know what's out there now, they'll be more careful, and Sora will keep an even closer eye on them both, just in case.
He's not sure what to do with the sword, but no sooner has the thought passed his mind, the blade disappears, only to reappear when Sora wishes its return.
Interesting.
Fantastic.
Re: Bleach
Date: 2018-01-05 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-03 08:13 pm (UTC)Stiles went back in time. Accidentally. In his own 26 years old body.
Cherry on top?
He's too late to prevent anything, from Hale's Fire to Alison's death.
Pity, but two of the most important changes are still within his reach, he still could save Peter from being admitted into the Eichen House and save Beacon Hills from so-called True Alpha's fucked up reign.
After all, Scott's always blamed him for the bite, so, why don't make his dreams come true? There is that little handy ritual Kate used.. will use? would use? on Derek.
Stiles researched it and is pretty sure he could make the ritual work.
If not... Well, then Scott is going to die.
He really doesn't want to kill his former best friend, but he owes it to thousands people, both human and not, who died thanks to Scott's inability to tell friends from enemies or kill the threat when necessary.
But he's stuck in the past without any money, identity papers or even place to stay.
And the only person, who,realistically, could help him? Right.
Now, how to motivate the werewolf to do it...
Renatta
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Date: 2018-01-06 08:46 am (UTC)So Stiles sneaks into his old hometown, and it's easy enough to get into the McCall house while Melissa is on call. He knows where the spare key is, and Scott has always been an abysmal werewolf. The boy is sleeping and doesn't even twitch when Stiles enters his room. A spell keeps him in a deep magic-induced state of unconsciousness, another holds him down, and an hour of muttered Latin entwined with his own magic finally enables Stiles to reach into Scott's very soul, close his fist against the weak but unmistakable fledgling spark lodged there, not just Alpha but also werewolf, and pull. Stiles takes all of it, every last bit of magic that made Scott into everything he complained about, and Stiles can't bring himself to be surprised when he finds there's very little resistance. Scott has always rejected what he is, he's never been a suitable leader either, and the spark inside him - not quite sentient but close - detaches itself easily enough and lets Stiles guide him out of Scott and settle into the palm of his hand. Stiles can feel it testing him, a question (Are you worthy?) and an offer (Do you want it?) that Stiles gently rebuffs, letting the power sink under his skin but no further.
He has no need to be either werewolf or Alpha, he's powerful enough as he is, but he already has someone in mind who might just fit. After all, in the future, the fact that they even lasted as long as they did was because Peter was there to help Stiles pick off a lot of the enemies gunning for Scott and his band of idiot puppies.
"...But this is a good thing, isn't it?" Stiles hears younger!Stiles say almost hesitantly. "You're not a werewolf anymore. It's what you've always wanted."
Stiles has a good laugh at that one while Scott splutters speechlessly.
"There could be something else wrong!" Scott recovers enough to insist. "Why would I just wake up one day and be human again?"
"Yeah, and I'll look into it, but-"
"Good. Call me when you can fix it," Scott pretty much orders before hanging up without so much as a thank-you or a goodbye.
Stiles snorts, no longer amused. He knows his younger self is dealing with guilt and nightmares and PTSD in general, nobody's checked up on him, too busy "giving him space", and the first time Scott calls it's to get him to help Scott with his problems.
The kids go back to trying (and failing) to figure out what's going on. Stiles is more interested in the man sitting on the stairs that everyone else is busy ignoring, Peter Hale who watches Scott with a vindictive sort of well-hidden satisfaction mixed with his own puzzlement over this latest mystery.
Stiles supposes it's time to go say hello.
"Hey Peter," says a handsome twenty-something-year-old man with Stiles' hair and Stiles' eyes and Stiles' mole-dotted skin, but also age lines where there shouldn't be, extra height where before he was still half an inch shorter than Peter, breadth to his shoulders and confidence even just in the way he's leaning against the doorway, a tattoo that curls up one side of his neck in intricate black patterns and three gold earrings in his left ear. He smiles winningly at Peter like they're old friends, sharp and sly but not hostile, and Peter can only stare.
"Mind if I come in?" Maybe-Stiles asks, and then pushes his way in anyway. For once, Peter's too stunned to do anything about it. He's not too stunned to keep his distance though, and he watches the man very carefully as he sprawls himself on Peter's leather couch. Peter eases himself into the armchair, and for a long moment, they just stared at each other.
"I'm assuming," Peter says at last. "There was either an aging incident, or a time-travel incident, yes?"
Stiles grins. "This is why I like you, Peter. You're the only smart one in this godforsaken town."
A part of Peter automatically preens. The rest of him doesn't know how he should feel hearing his own words directed back at him. But at least now he knows - time travel. How curious.
"It was an accident," Stiles admits. "But it wasn't like the world wasn't going to hell already so it wasn't any big loss leaving it behind."
Peter doesn't like the sound of that. He wants to ask what happened but Stiles continues before he can say anything. "Thing is, since it was an accident, I wasn't exactly prepared." He leans forward, and his smile somehow looks even sharper. "You have money. And you have connections. I'd like you to... put some things together for me, if you get my drift."
Peter lifts an eyebrow. For all that he knows their world is a strange one, he's still a little thrown by the apparently very real concept of time travel. But, bargaining. That he can handle. Certainly better than this jarring familiarity Stiles speaks to him with. "Oh? If you need a sugar daddy, Stiles," He smirks when Stiles rolls his eyes, lazy and amused and not at all flustered the way his teenage self would be. "All you have to do is say so."
Stiles chuckles, a low, rough sound that sends a shiver down Peter's spine. "I don't need a daddy, Peter. Just living essentials will be fine."
"And in exchange...?"
Stiles bats his eyelashes. "You get the pleasure of having helped your favourite human?"
Peter raises his other eyebrow, although he has to suppress a smile too. "You came to me, sweetheart. If I'm to help my favourite human, it's only fair you help your favourite werewolf."
Stiles laughs this time, head tilted back, flashing a tantalizing glimpse of pale throat in a way that has Peter's wolf pressing forward hungrily.
"Presumptuous aren't you?" Stiles asks in rhetorical tones before shrugging easily. "Alright, fair enough." He raises his right hand, flicks his wrist, and suddenly, Peter finds himself staring at a ball of glowing crimson, swirling round and round like a miniature condensed supernova in the palm of Stiles' hand.
Several puzzle pieces fall into place. Scott's sudden regression back to regular human (no loss there), and the whiff of magic Peter's pretty sure he smelled on the boy earlier.
"You took his Alpha spark?" Peter breathes, and he doesn't even bother trying to hide his shock because he didn't even know that was possible.
"I took everything," Stiles corrects, and his eyes darken with some memory that makes the spiraling vortex in his hand pulse a deeper, angrier red. "Scott was not- is not a good Alpha, and he'll be an even worse one in the future." He smiles mirthlessly, cold and utterly unapologetic, and Peter wants. "I'm just preempting the damage he'll do, that's all. Besides, he's always complained about being a werewolf, hasn't he? Now he isn't one. He should be overjoyed."
They both share a moment of ironic amusement, knowing full well Scott will be no such thing. It's all well and good to deny wanting something when you have it. But being a werewolf gave Scott a lot more than it took away, and the power that came with even just being a regular werewolf much less an Alpha will always haunt Scott McCall now that he'll never have it again.
Serves him right, in Peter's opinion.
"You'd be willing to make me Alpha in exchange for some papers and money and food and a roof over your head?" Peter asks carefully.
Stiles smiles. "Papers and money, food and a place to stay, and a promise that you'll be the best Alpha you can be, and you'll listen to my advice when I give it. Really listen."
Peter is still for all of a minute before he huffs out a laugh of his own. Excitement and triumph beat in time with his heart. "Stiles, you were always my first choice. Of course I'd listen to you."
Stiles studies him with unreadable eyes before nodding. "My younger self too. You'll take care of him."
"If he lets me," Peter agrees. "And even if he doesn't."
"Hmm," Stiles smiles again, fonder than Peter ever expected. "Alright then. Brace yourself."
The Peter thing though. That still takes getting used to. It's not even because it's zombiewolf Peter that older!Stiles is flirting with. Stiles gets to know not-crazy Peter and he's actually fun to be around, he values Stiles - both of them - in a way no one ever has, and the pack they're building feels more like a home than anything Stiles has been a part of since his mom got sick. It's weird, and he can't put a finger on why, only that he loves hanging out with them, and he's happier than he can say that his older self came back just in time to intervene in their lives.
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This got... kinda long lol XD
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Date: 2018-01-06 10:54 am (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2018-01-04 09:37 am (UTC)Re: khr
Date: 2018-01-08 07:45 pm (UTC)--
(Later, he'll meet the Vindice for the first time, deathless and terrifying, and Tsuna begins to wonder.)
(Later, when Mukuro becomes more ally than enemy, Tsuna almost wants to ask if Mukuro can see them too. Because surely if anyone can, it would be the guy who travelled through the afterlife six times, right? But Mukuro never gives any indication that he can, never stares at the space above people's heads, and in the end, Tsuna doesn't ask.)
"Wait," he whispers, and Mukuro darts a sharp look at him but settles back and waits.
One minute later, the Mafioso chokes, his gun clattering to the ground as he clutches his chest, and a moment later, he's dropped dead from a heart attack.
Tsuna feels shaky as he rises to his feet, but he says nothing as he scrambles up a nearby ladder onto a roof, ignoring the burn of Mukuro's eyes on him. It happens again three buildings over when they have to duck down as a group of five Mafiosi run their way from below. All their death dates, Tsuna notices, all drop to zero at around the same time, a minute and a half from now, and Tsuna hunkers down again to wait it out, only to frown when their timers start ticking up again, a minute forty, a minute fifty, two minutes, before it finally clicks as to what he's supposed to do.
Death dates are potentials. And maybe Tsuna does have the ability to not only see them but also affect them.
He looks around, spots the crumbling brick corner of the building they're on, and when he takes a step towards it, the Mafiosi's numbers suddenly waver, stop, and then start counting down again.
Mukuro doesn't say anything as he helps Tsuna smash the bricks with a flash of their combined flames, watching as the rubble crash to the street below just as the men underneath run by. Then he looks at Tsuna, full of curious fascination, and Tsuna knows he'll finally have to say something about what he can see (and apparently what he can do).
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Date: 2018-01-09 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-13 11:09 am (UTC)Shiroe doesn't like shogi but loves the puzzle games Yuurei gives him, and he's apparently already heard a great deal about him from his cousin and uncle. He follows Yuurei around with shining eyes, works at whatever task Yuurei gives him with a focused determination that Shikamaru didn't achieve until after his Chuunin exams, and overall seems not even half as inherently lazy as most of the rest of his clan can be. He's decent with his clan jutsus for a genin, and like all Nara his taijutsu needs the most work, but even Yuurei raises an eyebrow the first time he sees the fundamentary fuinjutsu seals Shiroe shows him, simple but meticulously drawn and already hinting at bits of his own designs. He devours the scrolls Yuurei gets him and practically bounces with glee when Yuurei starts showing him new ways to design and incorporate seals.
Saya on the other hand is the exact opposite of every Inuzuka Yuurei's ever met. Although not younger!Hinata levels of cripplingly shy, she doesn't speak much, and her nervousness shows in the way she clutches at her ninken whenever Yuurei addresses her. Yuurei knows he's pretty much earned Sannin levels of fame in Konoha so he's not that surprised to see his female student regard him with as much awe as anxiety. What is surprising is her lack of stamina and mediocre ninjutsu and taijutsu, both of which an Inuzuka is usually best at when compared to most of their peers. Still, that's what Yuurei's there for, to help her improve, and it isn't as if she has no talent. Saya shines when it comes to genjutsu, she layers five illusions over her two teammates - nothing special, they don't stand out or cause them untold horrors, and instead they're so like the real world that they can't tell the difference, and they're none the wiser even as she silently leads them straight into a lake. She ducks her head and blushes when Yuurei nods his approval, and it takes a few weeks but some of the tension in her shoulders begin to leak away as Yuurei helps her add more variety to her genjutsu while improving her ninjutsu and taijutsu. He thinks it helps that he's not as loud as the rest of her clan. She loves her family and loves her ninken even more, but she's softspoken by nature, and Yuurei can see how she might be overlooked most of the time in a clan as rambunctious and outwardly fierce as hers.
And Suzume is just as contrary as her teammates. Yuurei knew the first time Naruto decided to make it his personal mission to scour the countries for his scattered clan members. Nagato and Karin were proof that Uzumaki still lived, lost and drifting maybe, or even unaware of their own heritage, but alive. And over the years, he's managed to find pockets of them, not a lot but still some, and not just Uzumaki either but Uzushio natives, and all of them - after meeting Naruto's brand of bright charisma - follow him back to Konoha. Yuurei was so proud, and secretly more than a little touched when Naruto assigned her to him. Suzume was one of the ones who came here with nothing but the clothes on her own back, an orphan scrounging for food in Kiri, the only one to graduate from the Academy this year, and serious and practical in a way that reminds Yuurei more than anything of himself. She has the large chakra coils and stamina typical of an Uzumaki but none of their exuberance or enthusiastic optimism. She's fierce though, the moment their team is cemented, fiercely loyal and fiercely protective, of her teammates and - if possible - even more so of Yuurei. Yuurei in turn teaches her her birthright, everything from history to weaponry to fighting style. She picks up fuinjutsu as easily as any bloodline Uzumaki but she's not very interested in them. Instead, it's kenjutsu she loves, smiling for the first time in Yuurei's presence when he takes her to buy a tanto fit for a beginner in the art. What she loves most though is when Yuurei teaches her how to summon chakra chains - she's capable of tearing an entire training ground with them, and sometimes when she thinks no one is watching her practice with them, she'd stare at them with something like longing and something like pride.
Yuurei takes to all three of them very quickly, and they take to him as well, Saya slowest, Shiroe fastest, and Suzume referring to him as uncle just like Naruto within three months of their acquaintance after he gives them all a key to his apartment block.
(Naruto often leaves his paperwork to his shadow clones and skips out himself to watch Yuurei train his students. He's a little envious of the brats, because there are days when he wishes he was still a genin and all the family Yuurei had, but mostly he's just happy for his older counterpart, who smiles more and looks infinitely less tired or ready to bolt for the village gates. Smugly satisfied too because he absolutely knew Yuurei would be excellent with children.)
And hey, if he gets his own little squad of fucked-up minions after each bust, well, at least he can teach them the joys of Jashinism (within reason, Yuurei warns, or else).
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Date: 2018-01-17 06:42 pm (UTC)Hope, you wouldn't mind another one ;)
Date: 2018-01-09 11:03 pm (UTC)Stiles' introduction to supernatural world went like this: New-York, his last year of college, bunch of armed assholes, who decided to kill Peter, his scarred, mute (because of PTSD, so - temporary) next-door neighbor of three years in the middle of the night...
His very werewolf neighbor, as it turned to be.
Re: Hope, you wouldn't mind another one ;)
Date: 2018-01-24 05:07 am (UTC)--
Then of course he hears muffled cursing, and that clears the last of the sleep from his mind because for all the noise Hot Neighbour can sometimes make in the middle of the night, he doesn’t speak.
Stiles sits up, easing his laptop to the side as he listens more closely. People are talking; he can’t make out what they’re saying but there’s a definite conversation going on next door, and the muffled thud of multiple pairs of shoes pacing across hardwood floor can be heard as well.
...He could be overreacting. Or at least overthinking. Maybe Hot Neighbour’s finally entertaining some guests, and somebody stubbed their toe. ...At, Stiles checks the clock, three in the morning. Right.
Should he call the cops? Probably. That’s the normal thing to do in cases like this, right? But, well, Stiles - as a general rule - likes avoiding law enforcement when he can. And he might be wrong. There might be a perfectly reasonable explanation for extra people next door. He should just leave it.
But of course, his curiosity gets him in the end. He still doesn’t call the police, but he does creep out onto the balcony, hoist himself onto the railing, and nimbly hop over onto Hot Neighbour’s landing instead. The curtains are drawn, and they’re the thick heavy kind so Stiles doesn’t have to worry about casting a shadow. He summons up a mental image of Peter’s unit, which should be more less a reflection of his own, so he’s pretty sure all the noise was coming from the kitchen area near the door. Which should mean they won’t have a clear line of sight to the balcony doors. Hopefully.
It’s a matter of seconds to jimmy the door open just a crack, in time to hear a male voice insist, “-should just kill him here. Dragging him to the car is a risk we don’t need.”, and Stiles freezes, breath stalling in his throat.
Another man answers him, “And if the police traces the murder back to us once they find the body?”
“You a hunter or not? Besides, a murder’s better than a disappearance. They might look for him if he disappears. If he’s already dead, we just have to make sure not to leave any evidence, and they’ll give up soon enough. His family left him for dead once already, they won’t care. But if they think he’s been kidnapped, they’ll have to report it.”
Carefully, quietly, Stiles swings himself back onto his own balcony and creeps back inside. Then he releases the breath he’s been holding in a shaky whoosh. Okay, well, unless there’s some seriously funky roleplaying going on next door, those men are definitely not invited guests, and Stiles should definitely call the police now.
He startles a little when he hears the scrape of a chair, and then a smack, followed by more muted conversation. Stiles wavers, undecided for all of a moment before dashing for his bedroom. There’s no more time, and maybe he and Hot Neighbour have never exchanged a single word between them, but he’s still someone Stiles knows, and just last week he picked a fight with three women downstairs who were gossiping about his neighbour’s scars. Stiles doesn’t know the guy but he’s a fixture in Stiles’ life, and he’d like it to stay that way for the foreseeable future.
Luckily, his little side hobby occasionally requires a… flashier exit when stealth can’t quite cut it, so he retrieves what he needs from his closet and sneaks his way back next door. It’s child’s play to toss both the flashbang followed by a smoke grenade into the apartment, and then crawl in under the cover of the smoke, ignoring the stumbling and shouting as he finds Hot Neighbour tied to a chair and coughing as well, although he at least has the sense not to fight Stiles when he feels Stiles’ hands fumbling at the ropes with a pocketknife. It’s a little more difficult dragging the man with him back to the balcony, shutting the door behind them, and jumping back to Stiles’ unit, but they manage, and soon, they’re both standing in the murky darkness of Stiles’ living room listening to the banging going on next door as the rest of the apartment complex begins to wake. He makes a mental note to go back and retrieve the grenades later. Then he turns to look at Hot Neighbour, mouth opening to ask if he should call the police now, only to have to turn a blink into a wheeze as Hot Neighbour slams him up against the wall, one hand wrapped around his throat, blue eyes wild and somehow glowing but it has to be a trick of the light and holy shit are those claws???
And that is Stiles’ first introduction to the supernatural.
It’s probably the second one.
(Peter will never admit how much it means to him that Stiles doesn’t push him to talk about his past, and more than that he doesn’t look at Peter like he’s broken either even when he has to use a laptop or pencil and paper to communicate, or when he jerks awake from another nightmare, or when he spends the day growling more than anything else. When Stiles starts bringing back little souvenirs like crystal wolves and other trinkets that suit Peter’s tastes more than Stiles’ from his little thieving outings, Peter’s pretty sure the correct response would be to call the police, but, well, Peter’s never been the most upstanding citizen, and if it makes his wolf preen every time Stiles goes out of his way to bring him a gift, even if it was acquired through not so legal means, then that’s no one’s business but his own.)
Re: Hope, you wouldn't mind another one ;)
Date: 2018-01-25 08:23 pm (UTC)Oh, my! Almost-fic instead of several sentences?
How dreadful! How could you! :))))))))))))))))
I absolutely love it! :)
Thank you very much for putting your time and talent into answering my prompt.
While you are still taking :)
Date: 2018-01-21 11:10 pm (UTC)Stiles isn't from Beacon Hills and he's only 3 or 5 years younger, than Peter
Once upon a time, one stupid witch attacked a powerful Spark, trying to take away his magic for herself. The Spark killed the witch and, being the practical person, decided to raid her house - magic *things* weren't cheap and she didn't need them anymore anyway, so, why leave such a useful stuff to waste?
Imagine his surprise, when, in the basement, among dried plants and jars with various questionable substances, the Spark found a whole werewolf, with full set of fangs, claws, both eyes and even all his inner organs intact!
In other words, Stiles stumbled upon something worth several hundred thousands on the Black Market.
There was only one problem - the werewolf in question wasn't properly gutted and preserved, he was very much alive, if burned and catatonic.
How troublesome!
Or
Peter's nurse has known about supernatural in general and the Hales in particular from the beginning. When she discovered, that Derek and Laura weren't planning to visit or even to call and didn't give a damn about their uncle altogether, she faked transfer papers and sold him to a witch as an ingredients' source.
Re: While you are still taking :)
Date: 2018-02-02 11:38 am (UTC)--
On the other hand, Stiles has kind of decided to lay claim to everything on this property. To the victor goes the spoils, after all, and honestly it couldn't have happened to a greedier witch. Serves her right for trying to steal his spark.
That still leaves him with an injured werewolf. He can't take him to a hospital - too many questions Stiles has no intention of answering. He could do what the witch was probably planning on doing and sell the werewolf, but...
well, even he has lines he won't cross. Letting the werewolf die would probably be a mercy at this point, less problematic for him too, and yet...
He sighs, snaps out a levitation spell, and begins carting the catatonic werewolf upstairs. If nothing else, Stiles will have to stick around for a while to sort out all the books he saw in the study. At least for now, he supposes he can try to kickstart the werewolf's healing factor.
The day he finally manages to open his eyes, it's to a wooden ceiling and a soft bed, fresh blankets and the rustle of pages somewhere to his left. He starts staying awake for seconds, then minutes, then hours at a time, still paralyzed from head to toe but capable of at least taking in his surroundings, and so he becomes aware of the young man taking care of him, brown hair and amber eyes, pale skin and gentle hands when he tends to Peter's injuries. He stays awake from Peter's neck and belly as much as possible, and sometimes Peter can feel the telltale fizzle of magic, so he's fairly certain his caretaker knows he's a werewolf. It worries him at first, when he finally regains enough energy to stay awake long enough to worry, but as the days go by, it becomes clear that whoever is taking care of him is only taking care of him. If he has any nefarious plans for Peter, they probably won’t be set in motion until Peter’s at least capable of responding. It doesn’t mean, of course, that his caretaker isn’t a threat. But when the man bathes him and changes his bandages and feeds him and stays, Peter feels his guard lower all the same. Stupid, he knows, but something in him clings anyway.
The day he can move his head far enough to the side to actually see all of his caretaker instead of just glimpses is the day said caretaker introduces himself.
“My name is Stiles,” The man tells him, smelling like fresh rain and forests and the crackle of lightning just before it hits, and his smile is as pretty as it is dangerous.
Stiles bears it with good grace. Well, no he doesn’t. He answers every grievance with probably more sarcasm and snark than most people would approve of, he’s not particularly sympathetic to Peter’s plight either, and on occasion, when Peter growls for more water or an open window because it was too stuffy or a closed window because it was too cold, and it consequently interrupts Stiles from one of the grimoires that have come into his possession, it irritates the hell out of him and not even Peter’s burned visage can erase that. He does it of course, whatever Peter asks so long as it isn’t detrimental to his health or too outrageous a request, if only because Stiles has decided to take on the responsibility of Peter’s recovery and he’s never been one to give up halfway, but it still annoys him when he’s interrupted in the middle of reading.
Quite possibly, that is at least partly why Peter does it. The werewolf’s an absolute asshole, and he smirks in a way that makes Stiles want to punch him when Stiles is catering to his whims.
(At first, Peter pushes mostly because he wants to know how far his caretaker’s goodwill extends. Then, when it becomes clear that the worst Stiles will ever do is say no, and never when Peter has actual mostly reasonable requests, he pushes just because it’s fun to see Stiles grouch around and bicker with him, all while giving Peter what he asked for. Peter’s been told what happened to him, with his nurse and then this witch, with his family and the fire too, the latter of which he tries not to think too much about, if only because he isn’t well enough to go on a killing spree yet.
What he’s still trying to figure out is why Stiles is taking care of him at all. Stiles tells him it’s right of conquest and even seems to believe it. Peter thinks he should be offended at the implication of being a tradeable object, or even just concerned over the fact that if he goes by Stiles’ logic, then technically he now belongs to Stiles, but evidence thus far says he’s definitely better off with Stiles than he was with the witch or the nurse or even alone, and maybe the fire really did rob him of his sanity because a part of him also feels almost… pleased that he belongs anywhere at all.
Stiles takes good care of him. He’s clever and sarcastic and doesn’t pity Peter at all. And he smells of power, of magic constantly simmering just under his skin, and Peter isn’t blind or stupid - he’s seen the books Stiles has been devouring day after day, and none of their contents are what you would call harmless. So it is far better to have Stiles on his side than not, and the fact that Peter has quickly grown to like him is just a welcome bonus.)
The day Peter is able to leave his bedroom under his own power, Stiles drops a stack of newspaper articles and possibly (definitely) illegal documents all relating to the Hale fire on the dining table. Peter doesn’t exactly thank him, too busy immediately immersing himself in all the information Stiles has dug up for him, not even eating or sleeping unless Stiles irritably shoves food in front of him or bodily drags him back to bed. But when he first realizes what the stacks of paper and multiple open tabs on the laptop are, he reaches out and catches Stiles by the wrist before Stiles can exit the kitchen, and for a long, silent moment, he just holds on like he wants to say something but can’t find the right words. Stiles rolls his eyes but he doesn’t say anything either, far more occupied with trying to banish the very uncharacteristic flush that makes his cheeks go warm.
Other than that though, he focuses on his own life. He’s lost his pack but he’s gained Stiles, and one won’t ever make up for the other but Stiles makes things… better, bearable on the worst days, bright on the best, and he’s been with Peter every step of the way despite those handfuls of times near the beginning after Peter was back on his feet when the spark looked half a decision away from leaving. He has a bit of wanderlust in him, Peter’s noticed, and there were times when he seemed more than a little wary of getting too close to Peter at all, as if something or someone burned him bad once upon a time, but still he stayed, supporting some of Peter’s decisions, arguing against other more reckless ones, but always there, and that’s what Peter cares about when it comes down to it.
They aren’t anything yet. They’ve fallen asleep in the same bed more than once while travelling around digging up evidence, there’s a pack bond between them that’s stronger than Peter ever imagined pack bonds could be, and these days, they can’t smell more like each other unless they fuck. But now that justice for his family has been carried out, Peter can go ahead and make sure Stiles remains a fixture in his life. He’s not letting the younger man slip out of his grasp, and the first order of business towards that end goal is to provide Stiles an actual place to live. After all, Peter can’t expect to eventually propose if he doesn’t even have a house to offer his future mate, right?
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Date: 2018-01-23 04:53 am (UTC)(1) i have such a soft spot for shikasaku but tend to forget about naruto in general, and the survival of the fittest bit you did scratched an itch i didn't know i had. sakura having extended family in iron is intriguing!!
(2) omg in ghost.....post-war healing among older characters.........wow........i love it i hope itachi becomes more famous for his pottery pieces instead of his ninja career :')))))
would you rather have a MoD!harry-as-skull or have them as two separate characters?
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Date: 2018-01-24 06:05 pm (UTC)There's so little ShikaSaku out there that I always love writing the pairing myself. One of my headcanons for Sakura (aside from the big one of her being from a civilian family, which I wished they'd kept canon instead of making her parents ninjas) is that she has samurai in her bloodline. There's a lot I could do with that and I might explore it one day in an actual fic.
And Ghost is such an old fic, I had to go back and skim it to write down some headcanons. There's actually at least one mistake - I think Naruto already made chuunin the first go-around but I implied in this post that he was still genin. I haven't bothered fixing it though since nobody seems to have noticed yet lol~
As for MoD!Harry, I actually prefer MoD!Harry as himself in the KHR world, not as Skull. One of the reasons is because Skull basically lets Reborn (and the other arcobaleno to a lesser extent) abuse him pretty much every time they see each other, and I feel like after everything Harry's gone through, he wouldn't stand for it. The fact that he's also immortal only makes me think he definitely wouldn't let some random humans slap him around. Of course, I really like silencia20's Cirrus Cloud, but Reborn doesn't get to kick her around in that fic, and it's pretty much the only one I really like with MoD!Harry-as-Skull.
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Yay, still open! :)
Date: 2018-02-08 02:54 am (UTC)If you are a supernatural creature, you can sacrifice your unactivated bond in exchange of short-term burst of power.
Peter/Stiles, Peter/Stiles/Chris, past Peter/Chris
Fifteen years ago, Peter sacrificed his soulbond to break a mountain ash circle and save his family from the fire. He had nothing to lose, anyway - Chris Argent, his soulmate, has already married "a proper girl" to please his father.
Fifteen years ago, Stiles sacrificed his soulbond to heal his mother. Yes, at the time, he was just a child who couldn't fully understand, that exactly he's sacrificing, but even years later he had no doubt, that he would have made the same choice.
When Stiles was 16, he met Peter. When he was 20, they married.
They loved, trusted and completed each other, were very happy and didn't give a damn about not being soulmates.
Then, 5 years later, Chris Argent came (back, in Peter's case) into their lives.
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Date: 2019-06-30 12:02 pm (UTC)