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theron09 — Mon, 29 Aug 2016 14:16:51 GMT

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That Friday Feeling...

theron09 — Fri, 25 Sep 2015 19:26:34 GMT

Today's been an odd day - lots of information and news to take in.

This morning I found out the information for my first placement; this is the school and year group I'll be working with on and off until February so it's a long time. I'm in with year 6 which is quite daunting as it's the oldest children and I don't have a lot of experience with that age. The more I think about it, though, it's a good thing I'm with them - it'll give me an opportunity to gain experience and step out of my comfort zone. The school I'm in seems lovely from their website as well, and I know one of the four other students placed in the same school very well so there'll be a familiar face around. I'm excited!

Most of the day at uni was spent watching everyone's presentations - and then it was my group's turn to give our own. I think it went okay - we were quite pushed for time because everyone had run over so we rattled through it a bit but I wasn't too nervous which was my main aim, really! But yes, there was a lot of listening today and sitting in the same room for ages so I'm quite glad it's now the weekend - especially as I didn't get much sleep last night.

Speaking of last night, A+T (two of my cousin's kids) started at our Brownies. It's going to be lovely getting to see them every week, and they seemed to have a great time. I met up with one of the other leaders/my friends beforehand as well at this new coffee shop that's opened up and it was lovely. The people were so, so friendly and the hot chocolate was amazing. It was good to chat with my friend, too!

Not got much planned for this weekend; I want to do some reading and go over some maths subject knowledge (because year sixes can be very clever!!) I'm also going to watch HTGAWM, H50 and Downton so I'll try and post my reactions/thoughts.

Hope you all have a fantastic weekend!

TVU - We Want the Readhead entry

theron09 — Fri, 18 Sep 2015 20:29:10 GMT

10 Donna Paulsen icons:

beacon_hills - Top 5 Episodes

theron09 — Fri, 18 Sep 2015 19:33:13 GMT

1. Magic Bullet

I like this episode because, to me, it's just classic Teen Wolf. There's lots of interaction between Stiles and Derek, an awkward McCall-Argent family dinner, and more sarcasm in one episode than some shows have in a whole season.

2. Night School

This episode was so tense! I love the way the different teenagers bounce off each other and the fact that the episode managed to be humourous as well as creepy.

3. Raving

This episode had so many awesome things happening - Stiles working with his dad, Erica/Isaac/Jackson action and Derek saving Scott. I love it!

4. Motel California

Another episode that played on genre and did it really, really well. I liked that we got to see more of Boyd, Lydia using her instincts and that all important Sciles friendship. Plus, Coach! Danny!

5. Silverfinger

I'm not going to lie. The reason this one made my list is literally because of Isaac in a suit. LOOK.

theron09 — Thu, 10 Sep 2015 20:16:21 GMT

Round 9 at tv_universe (a multi-fandom comm) is starting! This is a really fun comm for anyone looking for something to do!

(Proper post to come tomorrow night when I'm awake enough to think!)

Fic: A Close Encounter (Teen Wolf, Lydia/Derek)

theron09 — Thu, 09 Jul 2015 10:18:06 GMT

Title: A Close Encounter
Fandom/Pairing: Teen Wolf, Lydia/Derek
Word Count: 1878
Summary: Written for the prompt: Lydia/Derek, being locked in a room or trapped in a small space.
A/N: This was written for a prompt by the lovely wretched. Lydia/Derek is a pairing I’ve never written before – it was fun to try my hand at something different, and I hope you enjoy the result, even though it turned out more like a pre-relationship fic than them actually being together. Thank you to dani_blondy for reading over the fic for me!

Lydia had grown accustomed to going to sleep in one place and waking up in another. Sometimes, it would be at a gas station twenty miles out of time, other times she’d find herself scarily close to the house of someone she cared about, and she’d spend a frantic couple of minutes searching for a body, hoping it wouldn’t be Stiles, or Kira, or someone else she cared for. It was the part of being a banshee that she hated the most, and also the part that still happened most frequently. Deaton had assured her it would pass with time – that she would have more control over her instincts – but it wasn’t happening anywhere near quickly enough for her liking. This time, as she became aware of her surroundings, she promised herself she’d speak to Deaton again soon to see if there was any way to hurry things along.

Beacon Hills High School was definitely not Lydia’s favourite place to be in the middle of the night, and it was an experience she’d had too many times. Wrapping her arms around herself, she started to make her way along the corridor, glad that she had managed to pull on some warm clothes before she’d left the house this time. As yet, there was no-one – alive or dead – in sight.

Heels clicking too loudly along the empty halls, she walked past three classrooms, instinctively knowing she wouldn’t find anything there. Pace slowing, she walked further into the school, and then stopped dead. Lydia glanced sideways to see where she was and her eyes widened: Coach’s office. Of course, it had to be someone she knew. Trying not to think about the last time she was in Coach’s office, when Aiden had still been alive, she steeled herself for what she was about to see. Her hand was half-way towards the door handle when she heard footsteps; she turned and looked back the way she had come, and pursed her lips when she saw him. Derek Hale was not exactly her favourite person.

Derek’s shoulders were tense as he came to a stop in front of Lydia. He looked at her for a long moment before his gaze shifted towards Coach’s name on his office door. “Well, if you’re here it can’t be good for him,” he said.

“That is the most insensitive-” Lydia cut herself off; she was above bickering with him. “I’d realized that. Why are you here?”

“I saw your car out in the lot.” Derek shrugged. “Are you going to open that or just stare at it all night?”

“I’m going to open it, obviously.” Biting her lower lip, Lydia reached for the handle again and pulled the door open in one quick motion.

“Not what I was expecting,” said Derek.

Lydia took a few steps into the room, tilting her head. The office, while more cluttered than usual, contained no corpse. Frowning, she made her way over to Coach’s desk and scanned its contents, running her fingers over the champion’s medal that was always kept there.

“He could still be dead,” Derek pointed out, walking into the room.

“This isn’t how this usually works.” Lydia leaned against the desk, drumming her fingers against the edge of it. “I’m supposed to find a dead person.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“Congratulations, Derek,” said Lydia, reaching to push her hair back over her shoulders, “you managed a whole three minutes of being a decent person.” Standing up, she made to leave but stopped when Derek’s hand came to rest on her arm.

“I just meant-”

“Someone’s going to be dead, whether I’m finding the body or predicting the death. I like Coach.”

“We might still be able to save him – I’ll call Scott.”

“I’ll swing by and pick up Stiles. He-” Lydia froze. “Something’s wrong.”

“What?”

“Can’t you feel how cold it is?” she hissed, and then jumped as the office door swung shut with a bang. “Someone’s here.”

Derek nodded, holding a finger up to his lips. Squaring his shoulders, he pushed at the door, frowning when it didn’t move. He tried again with more force, but the door stayed closed.

“There’s no window,” said Lydia, swallowing. “The door’s our only way out.”

“Well it won’t move. Must be some kind of spell.”

“I don’t have my cell phone with me.” Lydia ran her hands up and down her arms, watching as Derek pulled out his own phone.

“No signal, anyway,” he said. “Probably part of the spell. We’ll just have to wait for someone to realize where we are.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That’s your plan? To sit here, hoping whoever locked us in here isn’t going to do anything else?”

“I could howl but I’m guessing if we can’t get out and the signal is blocked, that won’t be heard.” Derek folded his arms across his chest, toned biceps drawing Lydia’s gaze for a moment before he spoke again. “Do you have a better idea?”

“I’m not the one with super strength and the capacity to turn into a wolf. Are you not cold?”

Derek shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“Great, must be a banshee thing. The one time you’re not wearing that stupid leather jacket.”

“You’re acting like I’d have let you wear it.”

“Of course you would have,” she waved her right hand in the air as she walked towards Coach’s chair and sat down. “I’m Lydia Martin.”

“You’re very confident,” said Derek, assessing.

“Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Oh no, you definitely should be. You’re attractive and a bit of a genius, from what I’ve witnessed. But lots of people who should be confident aren’t – they can’t see themselves.”

“Hmm.” Lydia twisted a little on the chair, clasping her hands together on her lap. She hadn’t really thought Derek paid much attention to her or the others, beyond the surface level, but apparently she had been wrong. It didn’t happen often. And he thought she was attractive – that was nice. He wasn’t exactly bad-looking himself, even when he was scowling.

“Whoever trapped us in here is likely killing Finstock right now, you know,” Derek warned, interrupting Lydia’s train of thought.

“Or,” she said, “they’ve trapped us in here to kill us. I was drawn here, after all, not Coach’s place.”

Derek leaned back against the closed door and nodded. “I wasn’t going to point that out.”

“Why not? I can handle it.” Lydia looked him dead in the eye.

Derek’s lips twitched. “I’m not sure I can.”

“Oh.” She watched him for a moment, taking in the tense set of his shoulders. “Well, if we were the targets we’d probably know by now,
don’t you think?”

Derek nodded, and they fell into a silence that, while not easy, was more comfortable than Lydia might have expected. Deciding to make the best of a bad situation, she started to search carefully through the paperwork on the desk for anything that might help her figure out why Coach might be a target. But after a few minutes it became clear she wasn’t going to find anything.

Sighing, she let herself watch Derek as he tried the door again. The muscles in his back stretched visibly underneath the back t-shirt he was wearing as he applied more force. When it became clear this attempt wasn’t going to be any more successful than the last he sagged visibly, forehead resting against the door. Lydia looked down at the desk; he wouldn’t want someone witnessing a moment of weakness any more than she would.

Clearing her throat, Lydia checked the clock on the wall; it would be hours until anyone arrived at the school for the start of the day. “Did you tell anyone you were coming by this way?”

Derek shook his head. “I don’t suppose you left a note?”

She scoffed. “Last thing I remember before I got here, I was trying to get to sleep. There’s a chance I left symbols painted on my wall or wandered listlessly through a field but I doubt I left information about where I was going. It’s a banshee thing.”

“It must be strange,” he said, “waking up somewhere you didn’t fall asleep.” He spoke casually, but his eyes were sharp as he watched her.

Lydia smacked her lips together before replying. “It’s disconcerting. I like being in control.” Standing up, she walked around to stand in front of the desk, closer to Derek. He was being much less of a jerk than the last time they’d spent a prolonged amount of time together. “It’s why what Peter did was so…” she trailed off.

Derek was quiet for a long moment and then he moved so he was leaning against the desk, their sides touching. “If I’d known what was going on, I’d have stopped it.”

Turning her head to look up at him, Lydia nudged Derek with her elbow. “I know.” Grateful for the extra body heat, Lydia shuffled a little closer to him. It felt strange, being so close to someone she’d actively tried to avoid in the past. Derek wasn’t as bad as she’d once thought, but there was still so much she didn’t know about him. Still, if they were going to be stuck in the office for a while, she needed to be warm. Almost as soon as she’d had the thought, Derek straightened up next to her.

“Someone’s out there,” he said, brow furrowing. “Someone noisy.”

Lydia gasped, her nails digging into the palms of her hands. “Do you think-”

“It’s Stiles.”

“Cavalry’s here, then”, she said, resisting the urge to follow as Derek walked over to the door.

“That’s one word for him.” Derek smirked, his eyes crinkling at their corners. Pulling his right hand into a fist, he started banging on the door and made a contended sound in the back of his throat as they heard shouts in response.

Considering the trouble they’d had opening the door from inside, Lydia was surprised by how quickly Stiles and Scott managed to get it released. The answer soon became clear as Ms. Morrell appeared in view; their guidance counsellor knew a lot more about magic than she let on, Lydia knew.

“Is Coach Finstock okay?” she asked Stiles, gripping hold of his arm. “What’s going on?”

Stiles nodded, squeezing her hand for a moment before stepping away to peer into the office. “He’s okay for now. Malia and Liam are keeping watch at his house. Kira and her parents are trying to figure out why he’s being targeted. Are you okay? Being locked in an office is bad enough, but with Derek.”

Turning away from her friend, Lydia instead focused on Derek. He was deep in conversation with Scott but, from the way he was turned ever so slightly in their direction, she was sure he was listening to them, too. She kept her gaze fixed on the werewolf – he really was attractive – as she spoke. “He can hear you, Stiles. Besides, he isn’t so bad.”

At that, Derek looked right in their direction and smiled, nodding at Lydia in acknowledgement.

Lydia smiled right on back at him – she had a feeling that next time she and Derek were trapped in a small space together, it was going to be on her terms.

I got my results!

theron09 — Tue, 23 Jun 2015 18:31:11 GMT

I'll be graduating with a 2:1 in a few weeks time! Honestly, the last few years have been so up and down and I'm really happy to have achieved a (high!) 2:1 and get so much experience that'll help me with work on top of that.

I kinda knew anyway, but the official result also makes it official that I'll be accepted onto the PGCE course - a new, exciting chapter!

The Right Note, a Sterek fic for wings128

theron09 — Thu, 04 Jun 2015 08:28:57 GMT

Title: The Right Note
Fandom/Pairing: Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek
Word Count: 3,963
Summary: Stiles learns some things about Derek. Written for the prompt: Stiles wasn't aware Derek even knew what music was - let alone listened to it. But there he was, perpetually shirtless in tight black jeans; strains of something moody and warm drawing Stiles forward as it filled the shadowy loft.
Warnings: a bit of swearing, a brief bit of gore (Teen Wolf style).
A/N: I haven’t written anything in a while because university took over my free time. Feeling a bit rusty, I decided to take some prompts from my friends to try and get back into the swing of things. This one is for wings128.

Thank you to seraphina_snape for the beta!

The Right Note can be found here.

April Meme

theron09 — Fri, 27 Mar 2015 16:47:14 GMT

Figured I'd give this meme a go :) Pick a day (or two) and give me a question to answer/topic to talk about. Can be fandom-related or something else!

April 01: When did you first join LJ? Why?
April 02: Do you watch Supernatural since it first aired? If yes, who was your favourite character back then? Did it change over the years and why?
April 03: Which were your favourite and least favourite seasons of Supernatural?
April 04: Do you see yourself living in the northeast forever? If not, where would you like to live?
April 05: one otp you have that no one else does, or one you don't like that everyone else loves? AND Which year group(s) do you want to teach and why?
April 06:
April 07: Who's your favorite fictional character ever?
April 08: can you remember any details about the first fanfic you ever wrote
April 09: You're transported into a TV show where you have to live out the rest of your days. What show is it and why?
April 10: Which show your flist keeps talking about you may want to try?
April 11: What would you say is your favourite TV series of all time and why?
April 12:
April 13:
April 14: What's the last book you read (for fun, not uni)?
April 15: You can only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
April 16: If you got to live in one fictional world, TV or book or anything, which one and why?
April 17:
April 18: Which is your *least* favourite episode of Leverage and why?
April 19:
April 20: Name one children's show; cartoon or otherwise, that you would like to see made into a live action movie.
April 21:
April 22: If you could write for any show would it be?
April 23:
April 24: If you can spend the day with one fictional character who would it be and what would you guys do?
April 25: Given how much you love Kizzie and Luna, I'm wondering, what other pets you've had over the years, if any?
April 26: Who's your favourite Leverage character and why?
April 27:
April 28:
April 29: What movie could you watch over and over again without being sick of it?
April 30: 5 books that you'd recommend to everyone?

Well, everyone else is doing it!

theron09 — Tue, 10 Mar 2015 10:08:36 GMT

Give me a fandom (or more than one) and I'll tell you:

Character I'd throw off a cliff:
Character I'd fuck:
Character I'd marry:
Character I'd wrap a blanket around:
5 favorite characters:
3 OTPs:
Funniest character:
Prettiest character:
Most bad-ass character:
Character I'd like as my BFF:

My fandoms: Leverage, MCU, The Flash, The Originals, Arrow, Supernatural, White Collar, Suits, Shameless, Looking, Psych, Hawaii 5-0, The Vampire Diaries, Agents of SHIELD, Agent Carter, How To Get Away With Murder, and I've probably missed some so feel free to ask me about any other fandoms you know I'm in!

theron09 — Mon, 29 Dec 2014 11:19:55 GMT

2014 TV Meme (Copied from hbics):

WHICH TV SHOWS DID YOU START WATCHING IN 2014?
Shameless US, The Flash, How to Get Away With Murder, The Librarians, The Vampire Diaries

WHICH TV SHOWS DID YOU LET GO OF IN 2014?
I didn't really make a conscious decision to let go of anything, but I didn't keep up with Doctor Who, Sleepy Hollow or Elementary. I might try and catch up with Doctor Who at some point but I don't think I'll go back to the other two - I liked them, but they didn't hold my attention or make me want to marathon them and that's very odd for me because I'm easily pleased!

WHICH TV SHOWS DID YOU MEAN TO GET INTO BUT DIDN'T IN 2014? WHY?
I wanted to check out Scorpion and Gotham but didn't have the time. I was also going to check out Once Upon a Time (I've seen a few episodes but that's it), Castle and In The Flesh but... time!

WHICH TV SHOWS DO YOU INTEND ON CHECKING OUT IN 2015?

GALAVANT. GALAVANT. GALAVANT!
Agent Carter as well.

WHICH TV SHOW IMPRESSED YOU LEAST IN 2014?
Hm, I was quite disappointed with what Downton Abbey did with Thomas this last series (aside from the Christmas special because it was like we had season 1 Thomas again and it was wonderful). I didn't stick with Doctor Who, so I guess that didn't impress me much, either.

WHICH TV SHOW DO YOU THINK YOU MIGHT LET GO OF IN 2015 UNLESS THINGS SIGNIFICANTLY IMPROVE?
Not sure there is any - I'm pretty content with all of the shows I'm watching right now.

WHICH TV SHOWS DO YOU THINK YOU'LL NEVER LET GO OF NO MATTER HOW CRAPPY THEY GET? WHY?
If this year has taught me anything, Supernatural. It doesn't matter how many time I try to stop watching, it always pulls me back in. I think I'll also always stick with Hawaii Five 0 (no matter how much it frustrates me at times with the forced love interests) and definitely Shameless US.

Fic: Partners (Teen Wolf, Sterek)

theron09 — Sat, 11 Oct 2014 17:49:16 GMT

Title: Partners
Author: theron09
Pairing/Characters: Stiles/Derek
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1105 (22 points)
Summary: It’s Stiles’ first day as a detective and it doesn’t start well.
A/N: I wrote a criminals!AU so I decided to write a cop!AU as well! If I’d had more time, I’d have liked to expand on this a lot but have it in its shortened form instead. Written for the beacon_hills big bang challenge.

It’s Stiles’ first day out of uniform and he’s throwing up in a back alley just yards from a crime scene – he’d gotten as far away as he could, thinking all the time of the importance of preserving the evidence – and what’s really unfair is the fact he’s not being sick because he can’t handle seeing a body, or the blood, or any other part of being a detective. No, he’s throwing up because it was Scott’s turn to pick where they when to eat last night and Scott always picks places that are practically empty, no other customers inside – usually for a reason.

So, it’s his first day as a detective, he’s got food poisoning, there’s a decaying corpse, and it’s raining. As he straightens up, wiping at his mouth, Stiles is pretty sure things can’t get any worse. Then he sees he’s got an audience. There’s a man watching him; Stiles is supposed to be good at observation and recall but he’s pretty sure that, if asked later, he’ll only be able to say the words ‘tall, dark and handsome’ because the man just is. Until he speaks, because then any level of attractiveness he might possesses becomes irrelevant in comparison to how much he annoys Stiles.

“I guess there’s no need to ask if you’re the newbie,” the guy says, and it’d be kind of funny if he sounded like he were teasing, but his tone is laced with irritation.

Stiles shrugs. “That would be me. I’m not throwing up, though. I mean, I was throwing up but not because I’m new. I’ve seen bodies before, loads of them. I’m just sick, food poisoning or best friend-itis, whatever you want to call it.”

“I don’t really care either way. Derek Hale, I’m lead on this case and if you can’t keep it together I don’t need you here.”

And that’s it – the first proper case Stiles is assigned to as a homicide detective and the lead boots him off it before he even has a chance to remotely prove himself. He walks – okay, he might stomp a little – back to his car and climbs in, pulling out his cell to call contact number two on his speed dial.
It takes a while for Scott to answer but he’s cheerful when he does. “Stiles! How’s your first day going? I didn’t think you’d get time to call and talk today, it’s – wait, you’re not hurt are you?”

“Only by you,” he replies through gritted teeth, “and that health hazard you chose for us last night.”

“It wasn’t that bad, come on.”

“My stomach says otherwise.” Stiles glances in his rear view mirror, watching as more and more law enforcement officers arrive. “I should be with them.”

“With who?”

“The other detectives. Instead, I’ve been sent home. The first case I was supposed to work on and Derek Hale has decided he doesn’t want me.”

“Derek who?”

“Hale – he’s one of the senior detectives. He must either be really good or have friends in high places because he’s much younger than all the others.”

“Noticed that, did you?” asks Scott, sounding amused even over the phone.

“Yes, Scott. I noticed he was young when he was treating me like a rookie on his first day and, I know, it is my first day but that isn’t the point. He was rude and unwelcoming and-” he broke off as someone rapped on the window, “hang on, give me a sec.”

The rain was making it impossible to see anything out of the window so he opened his door to come face to face with Detective Hale.

“Are you going to move or sit around here getting in the way of actually officers on duty all night?”

As he drives away, Stiles comes to the conclusion that it’s no wonder some people commit murder.

By the morning Stiles is feeling miles better as he arrives at work. On his already slightly cluttered desk he finds a message telling him Captain Argent wants to see him as soon as he arrives, so he heads for his superior’s office, eager to impress.

He emerges from the office, deflated, the knowledge of who his newly assigned partner is weighing him down.

Stiles doesn’t know whether he’s happy or not to discover that Derek Hale acts like a jerk to literally everyone; the detective is positively gleeful whenever he gets to be a little rough with a suspect, impatient with witnesses and Stiles swears he actually saw him roll his eyes when they were talking to a victim. It’s a relief in a way because it means Stiles personally didn’t do anything wrong to get that reaction from Derek, but it makes it kind of difficult to be partners with the guy. He muddles through for two weeks, ignoring any urge to call the guy out on his attitude because Stiles is well aware how much further down the pecking order he is, but when Derek once again talks over him during an interview Stiles waits until they’re out of their suspect’s earshot and then lets loose.

“I wanted to ask him something there.”

“So why didn’t you?” Hale shrugs, already walking around to the driver’s seat that he’s claimed every day they’ve worked together so far.

“Oh, I don’t know – maybe because you talked over me. I get that you’re more experienced at this than me, okay, but how I am supposed to do my job and learn and be your partner if you won’t ever let me speak? It’s not professional and its-”

“You’re speaking plenty now.” There's a smirk on Derek's face - an actual, bonafide smirk, like he's enjoying himself.

Stiles fights the urge to kick their issue car – or Derek’s face – and settles for clenching his fists instead. “Believe me, I could go on listing the problems I have with you. You’re rude, and you make assumptions – that was food poisoning on my first day – and you don’t listen to other people’s ideas, you-”

There are so, so many more things on Stiles’ list but he suddenly can’t speak because Derek’s lips are pressed against his own and, really, can he help it if Derek’s a good kisser and he gets distracted from his rant? Derek's being surprisingly soft, one hand coming up to grip the back of Stiles' neck and squeeze lightly.

“What the – what was that for?” he splutters, when Derek pulls back looking smug.

“I didn’t know how else to make you shut up. It worked, didn’t it?”

Stiles stares at his partner all the way back to the precinct.

Fic: The Art of Negotiation (Teen Wolf, Sterek, Criminals!AU

theron09 — Sat, 11 Oct 2014 10:11:11 GMT

Title: The Art of Negotiation
Pairing/Characters: Stiles/Derek
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 3503 (70 points)
Summary: Stiles is a thief, Derek keeps getting in his way. (A Sterek criminals!AU)
Spoilers/warnings: There’s some violence in here, in line with the type of violence you usually get associated with thieves I guess.
A/N: This was written for the Beacon Hills Big Bang challenge at beacon_hills.

The safe opens with a satisfying click, its door swinging open to reveal the contents held within, and Stiles grins – money is his most favourite thing to steal, but expensive bottles of wine are a very close second. After slipping past the sensors he picks the bottle up, relishing the weight in his hand as he makes his way quietly back through the Argent house. The Argents are filthy rich; they won’t miss the bottle as much as Stiles needs the money it will fetch.

Stiles is half-way through the kitchen, walking towards the back door of the house when someone clears their throat behind him. Plastering on his most innocent expression, he turns to see who had caught him. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“Just me?” Derek Hale steps fully into the room, keeping his voice low. “I’m offended.”

He shrugs. Do not offend Derek Hale was one of those things that had been drilled into him by his mentor when he’d first started stealing things from Hale’s neighbourhood. Stiles, though, has never really been one for tiptoeing around hitters. “You’re a fellow criminal,” he explains, “not an Argent. Therefore, just you.”

Hale inclines his head, smirking. “Well, just me wants that bottle of wine. Hand it over.”

“What? No way – I did all the work getting this.”

“So you think security just magically disappeared?”

Stiles narrows his eyes at the hitter. “No, I think the perfect distraction plan I spent four hours putting into place yesterday worked.”

Shaking his head, Hale held up a fist and pointed to it with his other hand. “If by distraction you meant someone who can actually throw a decent punch dealt with it, you’d be right. Give me the bottle – we both need to get out of here, unless you want to be staring down the barrel of Argent’s gun.”

Frowning, Stiles took a step backwards towards the door. Hale hadn’t been this mean the one and only other time they’d met; anti-social, sure, but not mean enough to take another man’s stolen goods. However much Stiles could usually hold his own if it came down to a physical fight, he knows Derek Hale would probably best him easily – a professional hitter wasn’t someone he wanted to tangle with. But he’d broken through the security measures outside to gain access to the house and he’d opened the safe. There was no way he was giving up that easily.

“Don’t.” Hale’s tone was warning as Stiles continued to step backwards. “Just give the bottle, I’ll cut you in for ten per cent of the money I get for it and we’ll call it even.”

“Ten per cent? Please tell me you’re joking. You’re joking, right? I mean, it’s funny – ten per cent isn’t ever a serious offer.”

“Fifteen.”

“Okay, I’d want at least thirty but that’s not on the table anyway because it’s my bottle.”

“Actually, it’s Argent’s. Twenty.”

“Twenty-five,” Stiles hisses, pointing a finger right in Derek’s face and, oh. In the time he’ been negotiating a deal that was never going to happen, the hitter has been moving closer and closer. He makes a last ditch attempt to reach the door, but Hale clamps his hand around Stiles’ wrist and reaches for the bottle. Stiles isn’t stupid – reckless, maybe, sometimes easily distracted – and he knows how easy it’d be for Hale to break his wrist, so he lets the bottle go and watches as Hale walks out of the door.

“Damn hitters,” he says to himself, before bolting as one alarm after another starts to blare.

It’s only a month later when he sees Hale again which is actually quite odd given the business they’re in. This time, Stiles is all dressed up in a fancy suit and being thoroughly wined and dined by the rich widow he’s going to steal a painting from. The food isn’t really Stiles’ style – he’d much rather be eating pizza with his neighbour-turned-friend Scott – but he’s good at pretending, getting better according to a grifter Stiles knows.

His date leaves to take a phone call and that’s when Hale drops down into her vacated seat. Derek’s wearing a suit, too, although he hasn’t bothered with a tie. Stiles tuts, because not wearing a tie in a place like this draws attention, and kicks the hitter under the table.

“What was that for?” asks Derek, perusing the dessert menu with interest.

“Let’s see,” says Stiles, “was that for last month when you crashed my job or for tonight when you’re crashing my job or for some misdemeanour you’re sure to commit in the future?”

“If I get my way, you’ll be the one committing the misdemeanour,” Hale says, tone conversational, “when you break into her safe, you’re going to get something for me.”

“No, I’m not.” Stiles reaches for his glass of wine and takes a sip, glances towards the restaurant’s entrance.

“You are – you’re going to take it willingly, or I’m going to crash your job again. And then the one after that, too.”

“Are you – is this laziness? Because let me tell you, threatening someone into doing your work for you? It’s lazy, and I won’t do it.”

“It’s a statue, quite small but worth a lot to my employer. Here’s the deal, you either steal your painting and my statue or you steal the painting and I crash the job or you agree to back off and I go in to steal the statue. I won’t be as subtle as you.”

“Let me make this clear. Derek Hale, there is categorically no way I will ever do you a favour. Maybe if you’d asked nicely or been polite last month you’d have stood a chance – learn from that, will you?”

Hale grins. “You’ll do it.”

Stiles folds his arms across his chest. “No, I really won’t.”

Two days later, they meet in a parking lot to exchange a statue for not-enough-money. Stiles doesn’t say a single word.

“So this guy’s just been muscling in on your jobs and you’ve been letting him?” Isaac peers at him over the newspaper he’s reading while they eat their breakfast. “Why exactly?”

Stiles huffs, picks up a knife and starts to slice a piece of melon into smaller chunks. “He’s not just ‘a guy’ – he’s Derek Hale, a pretty notorious hitter. There’s no way I could take him.”

Isaac stares at him for a moment, eyebrows raised. “In a fight? No, probably not. But you’re the smartest guy I know – don’t tell Danny I told you that – and I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be the one who’s good with strategies so what is it? Is he cute?”

“Really? You think I’m letting him boss me around because he’s cute? I’m letting him boss me around because he’s strong, and mean, and muscly. Seriously, you should see his six pack-”

“You’ve seen his six pack?”

Stiles blushes. “There was… this thing last month. In Paris. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You know, I’ve met Derek before.”

“Was he evil then, too?”

Isaac shakes his head, folding up the newspaper to give Stiles his full attention. “We worked a job together, part of a team – he wasn’t much for talking and he wasn’t remotely friendly but he wasn’t an asshole. Any way you could have done something to upset him?”

“No way, before the bottle incident I’d only met him once before at a party Peter threw. I think I said maybe ten words to him, mostly a ramble, before Peter rescued me from myself.”

“He’s flirting with you.”

“I think I can tell the difference between flirting and not-flirting, Isaac. Maybe I’m not a grifter like you but I can still read people.”

Isaac laughs. “The first time you met me you thought I was a hacker. A hacker, Stiles.”

“Yes, well, you obviously spend too much time with Danny.”

“Probably. My point is, even people who are good at reading people can miss things.”

“Okay, but surely even Derek Hale can’t think that’s flirting.” Even if a small, hidden part of Stiles that he will never voice kind of wishes he was.

After his conversation with Isaac, Stiles resolves to watch Derek even more closely next time they meet for any signs that might give him a clue about why he’s attracted the hitter’s attention. It’s typical, then, that they don’t meet again for another eight months, by which point Stiles is a little distracted by the gun that’s pointing at his head.

“I’m sure we can sort something out here,” he says, palms held out turned upwards – it’s a placating gesture, according to Isaac. “Shooting me isn’t the answer.”

“I really, really think it is.” Kate Argent clicks off the safety on her gun. “You don’t steal from my family.”

“Actually, I do. Did,” Stiles says, before he can stop himself. He really hadn’t intended to steal from the Argents again, but he’d just happened to be in earshot of them discussing the contents of the safe in their hotel room and who could resist that amount of money? “Look, there’s no harm done – you caught me before I could take your money so now let’s just-”

“Stop talking.”

The gun is pointed at Stiles’ head now, so he stops.

“You broke into our house, too.”

“What? No. Come on, you really think I’d would be stupid enough to steal from the same family twice?”

“We have footage.”

Stiles’ gaze shifts from the gun to her face and he can’t help but stare. He knows for a fact he disabled all of the cameras, exactly the way Danny showed him too, which means the only way they could have footage would be if someone had turned the cameras back on. “That’s-”

“Okay, enough talking. I’m bored of you now.”

Stiles is at the other end of the room to Kate, but he would swear he can see her finger tightening around the trigger and he knows there’s no way of escape apart from the window that’s behind her and he’s tensing up to make a run and a jump for it when the hotel door she’s locked bursts open and Derek runs in.

Since he became a thief Stiles has heard quite a lot about Derek Hale’s reputation as a hitter, but seeing him in action is even more impressive than he’d imagined. The gun is out of Kate’s hand, disarmed, and the separate pieces tucked away into Derek’s jacket quicker than Stiles thought possible. It is, Stiles has to admit, pretty hot.

“You’re going to let him walk,” Derek says, speaking calmly, “you’re not going to report this crime or what you know about the stolen bottle of wine. Let me explain why: I know things about your family – about you, about Gerard, Chris. I’ll keep your secrets, if you keep his. Are we clear?”

Kate nods, then points to the door. “Get out. Both of you.”

They don’t speak all the way down to the hotel’s lobby. In the lift, Stiles drums his fingers against his leg. Something feels wrong, but he can’t quite work out what it is. Next to him Derek seems like he’s still readying himself for a fight, and Stiles half-expects the lift to open to reveal more Argents, or cops, standing waiting for them. There’s no-one, though, except the usual people traffic that you find in any hotel lobby, so Stiles follows Derek outside.

And then he stops, starting to put the pieces together. Derek following him around from job to job, Derek showing up here.

“What are you – we need to get out of here,” Derek says, reaching out to take hold of Stiles’ arm as if to pull him along.

Stiles takes a step backwards, avoiding Derek’s touch. “No.”

“No?”

He nods. “No. You – you set me up.” It’s the only thing that makes sense; Derek was at the Argent house, could have disabled the cameras. He’d overheard Kate talking about money, then found her waiting for him with a gun – and Derek had known he was there. “What the – what did you do, decide last minute it’d be more fun to keep the game going?”

Derek frowns, shaking his head. “Stiles, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“She has footage of me at the house, breaking into their safe. You were at the house and you were at the restaurant and that, that was all keeping tabs on me, right? So when the right moment came you could let Kate Argent – who everyone knows is the craziest Argent – see the footage. What I don’t get is why? What did I do to you?”

“That’s not – I can explain.”

“No,” Stiles says, “you can’t.” He runs. Derek might be better in a fight but Stiles is a thief, quick on his feet and good at escape routes. He vanishes into the night and heads for his safe haven.

“You really have no idea why he set you up?” Isaac hands Stiles the fake ID he’s just finished forging. “No idea at all?”

“You were wrong and he’s actually an asshole? I don’t know.” The driver’s license in his hand looks real to him so he pockets it, grateful that his friend
has a large range of skills.

“It sounds to me like he’s trying to cover his tracks,” Peter says, walking into the room. He’s been in the kitchen cooking, and the smell of something delicious wafts in with him until he closes the door behind himself. “Committing crimes alongside you and then pinning you with the blame. It’s smart.”

“It’s unfair. Completely not part of the thief code of conduct.”

Peter chuckles. “Sorry, Stiles, but I don’t think that actually exists. Look, don’t worry about it – you can stick around here for a bit until you can be sure the Argents can’t find you.”

Are you sure?”

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome here, my little protégé.”

“And that,” Isaac says, standing up, “is my cue to leave. I’ll be in France if you need me. There’s a diamond I’ve got my eye on.”

Stiles waves, starting to flick though the channels on Peter’s huge television as his host shows Isaac out. There’s not much on and he’s contemplating raiding the DVD collection when he spots Peter’s reflection in the screen and freezes.

Peter has a gun.

It’s pointed at the back of Stiles’ head.

“I’m really getting sick of having guns pointed at me,” he says, trying to sound more confident than he is, “want to explain?”

“The simple explanation?” Peter circles around so he’s standing in front of him. “There’s no code of conduct amongst thieves. I did try to tell you, Stiles, multiple times.”

“So what, you’re going to sell me out to the Argents?”

“I already did.”

“What?”

“Ah.” Peter smiles. “You think I’ve just made a spur of the moment decision to make some money by telling them where you are. Wrong. Come on, work it out – I thought you were quicker than this.”

Stiles digs his nails into the leather armchair he’s sitting on. “What are you saying?”

“Still haven’t worked it out? Sorry, you’re out of time.” Peter pauses for a moment, and then speaks slowly and deliberately. “I’m just going to kill you now.”

Stiles moves, rolling onto the floor as Peter fires. He’s up in a second, making for the kitchen because he knows Peter will have blocked the front exit. Slamming the door closed behind him, he pushes a chair underneath the door handle. It won’t slow Peter down for long, but it might be long enough for him to come up with a plan. He’d made a mistake trusting Peter, he realises. Young, still new to the job and naïve when they’d met; he’d never given a thought to whether Peter was what he seemed, even after he’d learnt not to trust easily.

The kitchen is full of potential weapons but knives are risky, as are some of the other things he sees – he has to be smart. His gaze hits on something and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Peter’s made mistakes, too – he’s let Stiles get too close, let him into his house too often and now Stiles knows what to do, what to use.

He grabs the appliance and moves to stand at the side of the door – Peter won’t see him straight away when he manages to get in and that will give him the advantage he needs. It won’t be nice, but it’s necessary.

The chair starts to move as Peter kicks and kicks at the door. Stiles watches it, waiting. He has to get this right because Peter still has the gun and he can only try this once before he’s stuck, having to rely on less effective weapons. He counts down in his head as the chair falls out of place.

Three.

Two.

One.

Peter comes charging into the kitchen, his calm exterior from earlier replaced with rage. Stiles strikes, bringing the blowtorch up as close as he can to Peter and turning it on. Peter roars, dropping the gun and bringing his hands up to his face and that’s all Stiles needs; he shoves Peter out of the way and runs to the stairs, heading up. All he has to do is get to a window he can open and he’s home free.

The first window he tries is locked and he doesn’t want to risk smashing it in case he catches himself on the pieces on the way out, so he moves to the next room as he hears Peter start crashing up the stairs. This one opens, and he doesn’t even take a moment to check what’s below before he’s jumping. He’s a thief; bending his knees and moving into a roll is as natural to him as breathing and it’s a perfect landing.

A perfect escape, until he starts to run and crashes into something solid. Strong arms wrap around him, and he flails for a second until the person speaks.

“Stiles. Stiles, it’s okay.” Derek takes a step back, giving him space. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Yeah, I figured that out. Just now. It’s Peter, Derek.”

“I know – where is he?”

“Inside. He tried – oh god, he tried to kill me.”

Derek’s expression darkens, the fingers gripping Stiles’ arms tightening.

“I’m going to deal with him,” Derek says – and he does.

Later, they’re sitting on the hood of Derek’s Camaro watching the house that was Peter’s burn. They’ve emptied if of anything valuable and they’re going to fence it all, but seeing the place he’d considered as safe go up in flames still feels a shame to Stiles. Destroying evidence is important, though – Peter taught him that.

“I still can’t believe you took him out with a blowtorch you used to make dessert last week,” says Derek, nudging Stiles with his elbow, “that’s, like,
hitter-level of inventive weapons.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not just some civilian. I’m a thief.”

“You are. A very good one.”
“
If I’m so good, why exactly did you keep insisting on interrupting my work?” Stiles has an inkling already, but he wants to hear Derek say it, needs to know that he hasn’t read the situation wrong yet again.

“I was worried about you. I know – I know I didn’t know you, still don’t properly but when I met you at Peter’s party and then saw the way he was with you I thought for sure he was up to something. I know my uncle, you see. I just figured, you know, I’d keep my eye on you.”

Stiles nods, tearing his gaze away from the flames to look at the hitter. “I’m glad you did.”

“Me too,” Derek says. He opens his mouth, as though he’s going to say something else and then seems to think better of it.

“What?” asks Stiles, because he’s never been one to let things drop.

“I-” Derek stops again, running a hand along the back of his neck. “Okay, you know what,” he starts, and then he’s moving and his lips are touching Stiles’ and it’s pretty clear what he was trying to say.

They kiss, and Derek is a good kisser. Stiles lets himself get lost in the moment, forgetting about the fire and what’s just happened and focusing on Derek’s hand on his waist, the heat they’re sharing by being pressed so close to each other.

When Derek pulls back, he’s got a smug grin on his face and it’s the best grin Stiles has seen in a while. “Want to work together on our next job?” Derek asks. “I’ll even split the money sixty-forty.”

He shakes his head, pointing at Derek and then himself. “Thirty-seventy. You owe me for past jobs.”

Derek laughs, runs his thumb over Stiles’ lips and seems to consider his offer seriously. “Fifty-fifty?”

Stiles is pretty sure he can work with that.

Fic: Learning To Belong (Teen Wolf, gen)

theron09 — Sat, 11 Oct 2014 07:49:50 GMT

Title: Learning to Belong
Pairing/Characters: Gen, Isaac Lahey-centric but it features others, too.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1221 (24 points)
Summary: Isaac returns from France but things have changed.
Spoilers/warnings: Spoilers for lots of Teen Wolf, mentions of character death and abuse.
A/N: This was written for the Beacon Hills Big Bang challenge at beacon_hills. (Set sometime after season four). Thanks to seraphina_snape for the beta! This is the first thing I've managed to write in months!

Isaac stays – not hides, he isn’t hiding – in France for a year, spending his weekdays working casual jobs and learning more and more of the language, his weekends alternating between sleeping and training with a few of Chris’ more accepting hunter friends. It’s a useful year in which he grows as a person, manages to actually go a significant amount of time without discovering a new enemy, and most certainly does not avoid the fact he’s left his pack behind.

And then it’s Erica’s birthday – or the day that would have been – and Chris is still away which means Isaac is alone, thinking about the friend he loved and lost, and about all the others he has loved and lost. He’s alone while somewhere miles and miles away Derek - maybe Scott, maybe Stiles – are thinking about her, too. He’s been alone quite a lot over the last year, but Erica’s birthday is the first time he feels lonely.

He makes his way back to Beacon Hills slowly, taking a longer route through France than is really needed. Over the year he’s saved up quite a bit of money so he travels via London, buys a bunch of tacky souvenirs for Scott and a probably-too-expensive necklace for Melissa. Eventually, Isaac can’t delay the inevitable any longer. He returns to his hometown in the middle of the day, the sun beating down on him as he shakes Chris’ hand and wonders whether his former pack will be pleased to see him.

“It’s good to have you back, Isaac.” Chris places a hand on Isaac’s back as he leads him into his apartment building. “It’s been quiet living without you.”

“I’ll try to make a lot of noise, then,” Isaac quips. It’s the least he can do.

If anyone had asked, Isaac would have said for sure it would be Scott to notice he was back first, to ask him questions about his year away, to bring him back into the fold. Instead, it’s Derek who turns up on Chris’ doorstep and invites himself inside.

“Chris never said you were coming back.”

Isaac shrugs, feeling like the awkward teenager he’s been pretending he isn’t. “He didn’t know. Spur of the moment decision, really.”

Derek nods, as if he understands, drops down into Chris’ armchair and studies Isaac. It’s not really clear what he’s looking for but after a minute or so Derek smiles, and Isaac relaxes.

“Okay, you got to tell me about this full blown wolf thing you’ve apparently got going on. Stiles – Stiles – actually texted me about it. Stiles doesn’t like me, so it must be cool.”

“Stiles likes you,” says Derek, frowning. “Why wouldn’t he?”

Isaac snorts. “Stiles thinks I’m a jerk – probably because I am. It’s fine, we have a dynamic.”

“That what Scott called it?”

“Nope. Melissa.”

“She’s a good person.”

“Yeah.”

Derek clears his throat, then looks Isaac square in the eye. “Are you going to live with them again? The McCalls.”

“No.”

“Are you going to move back in with me?”

There’s a spider on the wall furthest from Isaac; he can see it moving, crawling its way up the surface. He crosses over and holds his hand out, waiting until it moves onto his palm before going over to the window to let it outside, his back to Derek. “No. No, I don’t think so.”

“I can understand that,” Derek says, tone soft and honest.

Isaac wants to believe him.

When Isaac first sees Stiles and Lydia again, it isn’t under the best of circumstances. His hands are cuffed behind him as he’s led into the station by a deputy he doesn’t recognise. Isaac catches a quick glimpse of Stiles, open-mouthed and staring through the window of the sheriff’s office, before he’s hurried into one of the interview rooms. He supposes he should be lucky someone was there to recognise him because just a couple of minutes later the door opens and Stiles, his dad, and Lydia all walk in.

“What happened?” the sheriff asks, with the resigned tone of someone who has had to get his son’s peers out of trouble all too often.

“Is it my fault if some jerk wants to beat up his girlfriend right as I happen to pass by their house?” Isaac schools his face into its best smirk, aiming for casual. Maybe it doesn’t quite work, though, because he catches the way Stiles and Lydia look at one another, the way the sheriff seems to deflate ever so slightly before he steps forward to unlock the handcuffs around Isaac’s wrists.

“Been back two days and you’re already in trouble,” Stiles remarks as they walk out of the station together. “Great start.”

Isaac scowls. “Would you have rather I let him kill her? Put her in the hospital? Do it again tomorrow?”

“Of course not,” says Lydia, pursing her lips. “I think all Stiles means is you could have been a little more subtle.”

“That what you meant, Stiles?”

“No,” Stiles says, lightly, “but that’s much nicer than what I meant so let’s go with that.”

Isaac’s pretty sure Stiles still doesn’t like him, but they walk Lydia home together all the same.

Three more days pass, and Isaac still hasn’t seen Scott. He’s hung out with Derek a lot, helped Chris paint the spare room – which is now Isaac’s room – and walked past the McCall house a dozen times. He’s antsy, not knowing whether or not he’s forgiven for leaving so suddenly with Chris, so he goes to find Scott himself, finds him easily enough, leaves without even speaking to him.

Scott has a beta, one he turned instead of another alpha’s cast-off. He’d seen them on the lacrosse field, just messing around and having fun together.

There’d been no need to intrude.

Isaac heads to the graveyard, goes to sit in front of the stone that’s there in memorial for Boyd, and stares at nothing. He’s not sure how long he sits there before someone drops down beside him.

“What’s wrong?” Derek asks, hands reaching out to brush away some of the soil that’s started to cover up Boyd’s name.

Isaac pulls at a thread that’s coming loose on his jacket, wrapping it around his fingers. “Things have changed while I’ve been away. I - it was stupid but I kind of forgot they would.”

Derek’s quiet for a long moment, long enough that Isaac thinks he’s going for a solidarity silence instead of words of advice, before he replies. “Some things have changed, yes. There’s new people, new orders to things – there’s a new mall on the outskirts of town, too. You’ve changed – you’re more confident, less apologetic, more honest. But the important things? Pack, family –they’re still here. They’ve evolved, sure, but they’re still here.”

“I’m still here,” a voice says from behind.

Isaac turns to see Scott, big grin on his face, standing with the rest of his pack – old members, new members; all pack.

“You’re a part of this, Isaac,” says Derek, placing a hand on his shoulder, “if you’ll just let yourself be.”

Isaac takes a deep breath and nods. It doesn’t matter that he’s been gone for a year, or that he ran away. They’re asking him to be a part of their –his – pack again. He thinks he can try that.

theron09 — Sun, 31 Aug 2014 10:54:58 GMT

Come and join leverageland - a land comm for the tv show Leverage - and help to save Hardison in 'The Plan M Job'! There are two teams this heist - Team FBI and Team Interpol.

There are no words to describe how much this particular land comm means to me; I've made some wonderful friends through taking part there and had so much fun. If you miss Leverage, why not help to carry on the caper online. Give it a go!

The comm Rules Apply here

Make sure to mention I sent you if you join!

theron09 — Fri, 11 Jul 2014 12:09:38 GMT

Join beacon_hills for Phase 8!

beacon_hills is a land comm for the show Teen Wolf. There are two teams - Hunter and Werewolf - and we compete (in a friendly-like manner) against each other to earn points in challenges. Challenges can include anything from writing, graphics, puzzles, luck, team, etc, so there's something for everyone! You don't have to participate in every challenge.

Phase 8 is just starting and will run up until the 11th October. Why not come and join us? It's always really fun taking part in a land comm as the show airs and it's a lovely way to make friends in the fandom.

I'm on Team Hunter, but both teams are awesome. If you want to join or find out more, go here. Make sure to say theron09 sent you!

Mission 7 is beginning!

theron09 — Tue, 06 May 2014 13:34:04 GMT

Love the Avengers? Still squeeing over Captain America: The Winter Soldier? Captivated by Agents of SHIELD?

(image by the lovely cardboardcornea)

avland is a land comm I run that is devoted to the MCU movies, and also allows entries for Agents of SHIELD.
Mission 7 is about to begin so it's a great time to join, or to come back (we love past members returning!)

If you're not sure what a land comm is, or want to find out more about avland specifically, there is an faq post or,
of course, you can ask me seeing as I, you know, run it *G*

We're a pretty relaxed, fun (I hope!) community and it's a great, safe space to celebrate the MCU verse by creating
fanworks and completing other challenges. Hope to see some of you there!

FAQ/RULES Apply to a team Page-A-Mod/Megan

Beacon Hills Challenge Entry: Challenge 12 - Tell Me Your Favourite

theron09 — Tue, 06 May 2014 11:07:21 GMT

Some of my Teen Wolf favourites

Favourite Character - Isaac Lahey:

Picking a favourite Teen Wolf character is actually something I find very hard to do - there are so many awesome characters (Lydia, Stiles, Scott, Chris Argent, Derek, Erica, Melissa, Sheriff Stilinski... I could go on). There's just something about Isaac, though - he's a survivor, he can be funny, he can be vulnerable, he struggles sometimes but still remains loyal. Of course, the fact he's extremely handsome also helps!

Favourite Character Arc - Kanima!Jackson

This was such a well thought-out character arc and it developed Jackson the character so much. I really loved the mystery surrounding the kanima at the beginning, and how we had a sort of 'whodunnit' along the way and then realised it was Jackson. As well as the effect on Jackson, this arc also had all sorts of ripple effects on the other characters - Isaac lost his father, for example - and as a character arc that was a big part of the plot of the whole season, it worked very, very well. All of the different themes it brought out, lots of them relating to Jackson himself, were super interesting - ideas of control, identity, responsibility - and the way the progression of the story managed to portray Jackson in a sympathetic light was spot on.

Favourite OTP or BRO-OTP - Scott and Stiles

Scott and Stiles are my absolute, all-time favourite BRO-OTP in Teen Wolf - they've been there for each other right from the beginning of the series and, really, their friendship is one of the core elements of the show. What I love about this particular BRO-OTP is that I can really, honestly believe in their friendship - they make fun of each other, have moments where they annoy each other, but no matter what they know each other in the way best friends - brothers - do and they always have each other's backs. There are so many brilliant Scot and Stiles BRO-OTP moments - from the early days of getting into trouble with each other, to Stiles saving Scott in Motel California, to Scott's worry and support for Stiles during the nogitsune arc. It really is a friendship I can invest in.

Favourite Villain - Peter Hale

I just love the sass!

Favourite Episode - Night School

It's just so full of tropes and awesome moments and I love Scott's little howl and Lydia being super smart. I remember feeling so tense the first time I watched the episode - and I love that feeling, of not knowing what's going to happen and genuinely being really worried for the characters.

Fic: Don't Want To Be Misunderstood (Teen Wolf, Sterek)

theron09 — Wed, 30 Apr 2014 09:10:07 GMT

Title: Don’t Want To Be Misunderstood
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some swearing? Set after 3B so spoilers for that, although it’s not mentioned much.
Word Count: 3, 617
Summary: When a rogue omega comes to Beacon Hills, Stiles can't help but notice that Derek's acting a little strange.
A/N: Written for a beacon_hills challenge. Thanks to seraphina_snape for the beta!

It’s at times like this that Stiles really hates his own curiosity, the innate instinct he’s always had that pushed him to investigate, to learn, when something spikes his interest. If he didn’t possess that particular trait, Stiles is fairly sure there’s no way he’d be awake at three in the morning reading up about symbols of the occult instead of sleeping in his nice, warm bed. Tomorrow – later today, actually – he has to go to school and get through a whole day of lessons and there’s nothing he can do about the latest problem the pack is having until after that. So there’s no real reason why he should still be awake now, following a lead that the others don’t even think is a lead.

Except, he’s Stiles. It’s what he does.

“You should be asleep,” his dad says from the door to Stiles’ room, startling him. Stiles hadn’t even heard his dad get in from his late shift.

“I should be.” He nods. “I should be asleep, resting up for school tomorrow and the only thing I should be worrying about is whether Coach will surprise us with an Econ test. Unfortunately, we live in a world where werewolves exist and are my friends so… here I am. Awake. At three in the morning.”

Sighing, his dad gives Stiles the look he always does when reminded of the existence of the supernatural. “This is about the body they found, isn’t it? The one with all the scratches.”

“Yep.”

A moment’s pause, and then. “You’d have more chance of being asleep if you were actually in your bed, with the light out. That’s all I’m saying. Try it.”

His dad leaves, pulling the bedroom door shut behind him, and Stiles sighs, rubbing at his eyes. It’s not as easy as just trying when he can’t switch his mind off.

“He’s right, you know.”

“Jesus.” Stiles jumps, almost falling out of his chair, and spins around to glare at Derek, who is currently climbing in though his window. “I thought we covered the whole no entry to my bedroom through my window thing months ago.”

Shrugging, Derek leans back against the wall. “It’s late – I didn’t know if your dad would be in bed already. He’s right – you should be sleeping.”

“I should know what this symbol is, but I can’t find it anywhere.”

Tilting his head, Derek shrugs. “It’s just some mark you found – I don’t recognise it, Argent didn’t recognise it, neither did Peter. Sometimes a mark is just a mark. You should be sleeping.”

“So go away and let me.”

“I will do, now I’ve seen everything’s as close to normal as it gets here.”

Stiles pulls a face – Derek’s one to talk. “What do you mean ‘as close to normal’? Should I be insulted? I think I’m insulted.”

“Don’t be dramatic. I picked up that scent again, followed it, and it goes right past this house. Figured I should make sure you hadn’t been mauled to death.”

“Aw, you care.” Stiles is only half-joking; Derek’s still got a gruff exterior, but over the last couple of months Stiles has witnessed his softer side a number of times. Truth is, Derek does care about the group of teenagers he calls pack.

Derek rolls his eyes. “I’m not sure why I bothered.”

“Well, neither do I – I’m fine, except maybe I’m going to need to start locking my window.” He gives Derek a pointed look, and then turns away to look for a book he needs.

Derek stares right back at him. “You should be doing that anyway, after everything.”

“Okay, thank you, Mr. Security Expert. Going to let me get some sleep now, then, seeing as it’s so important?”

When he turns back around to face Derek, he gets his answer –because Derek is already gone again. “Wolves,” Stiles mutters under his breath, before returning to his research. He’ll sleep in a little while.

“And you’re sure it was the omega’s scent?” asks Scott, for the fourth time, pacing up and down outside the old Hale house. They’ve taken to meeting there lately, where they’re away from curious eyes and less likely to be overheard.

Stiles watches Derek’s mouth as it twists in annoyance – Scott’s thorough, Derek’s impatient; it makes for interesting interactions.

“I’m positive. It was the same as the other night, except stronger because it didn’t rain this time.” Derek sighs. “But it just went round in circles, to one place and then another and then another.”

Lydia purses her lips, thoughtfully, before speaking. “How many places in all?”

“Five, maybe six.”

“Well,” she says, “we should check them out. The omega might be staying at one of them.”

Scott nods. “It makes sense to split up, then – a couple of us each take a place and we call everyone else if we think there’s something going on there.”

Stiles sits up a little straighter on the step he’s been perched on, because he can see where this is going and he’s pretty sure where this is going is an uncomfortable place. “Hang on…”

But it’s too late, and five minutes later Derek’s sitting in the passenger seat of Stiles’ jeep, directing him towards a warehouse that Stiles really hopes will be empty so they can join the others shortly. It’s not that he doesn’t like Derek – in fact, he does like Derek now, maybe a little too much, and that’s the problem. Stiles has an inkling Scott’s worked it out, and resolved to put his friend in as many awkward situations as possible.

When they get to the warehouse, Derek confirms that it’s empty inside, although he can still smell the omega’s scent quite strongly. Stiles wants to leave it at that, re-join the others before he embarrasses himself, as he always does in front of Derek, but there’s a really annoying part of him – the part of himself that makes sure he tries to do what is right – that won’t let him.

“We should stick around for a while,” he suggests instead, “in case our friend comes back. This could be a base. I mean, it’s pretty central, creepy, abandoned. You’d have stayed here, wouldn’t you?”

Derek nods, scowling. “Find a place to keep watch, then – an omega’s not going to enter its base with the two of us in plain sight.”

Stiles hates being a mostly good person; if he had fewer morals, he could be comfortably at home right now instead of stuck hiding in a bush waiting for a possibly evil werewolf with the potential to kill him easily. To make it worse, he’s been hiding in a bush in the rain for two hours now, and there’s been no sign of anything suspicious at all.

He’d spent the first ten or so minutes watching Derek watch the warehouse, until he’d remembered the reason he was positioned where he was had a lot to do with Derek not being able to see the side entrance of the building from where he was hiding. Wouldn’t do to let the omega sneak by because he was busy crushing on Derek – would be a hard one to explain away, too.

Two hours is a long time to keep watch with nothing happening, though, especially for someone like him who gets bored ridiculously easily. Stiles shifts around so he can see Derek, and whistles (not ironically, because dog jokes were so last year) to get the werewolf’s attention. They’re too far away to talk properly, though, and the rain would make it harder to lip read, so Stiles just gestures with his hands, pointing at first himself, then Derek, and making a we should go motion with his fist. The rain makes it hard to see, but Stiles just about makes out Derek’s eyes widening – why, he’s not sure – before he nods. Stiles stands up, ready to go, and then frowns when he sees Derek still hasn’t moved. Stubborn.

Shaking his head, Stiles walks over towards Derek’s hiding spot, nodding his approval when Derek pushes himself up off the ground. “There’s
nothing happening here – let’s go back and meet the others, see if they found something?”

“Sure.” Derek grins, teeth showing. “Whatever you want.”

Stiles makes a happy little humming noise at the thought of getting somewhere warm, and turns back towards his jeep. “I knew you could be accommodating when you wanted to be.”

“Oh,” Derek says, clearing his throat, “I want to be.”

“Of course,” says Stiles. After all, he can’t think of anyone who wouldn’t want to get out of this rain.

They’re the last to reach Scott’s house, where everyone has agreed to meet, and Stiles scowls at his friends, who all look like they’ve managed to avoid the worst of the rain – as opposed to himself, who looks half-drowned.

“Did you have fun?” Lydia sing-songs, smirk playing around her lips when Stiles huffs in response.

“No. We, however, had the integrity to do our job despite the rain.”

Next to him, Derek snorts, and it should sound a bit disgusting but it’s surprisingly sexy and when Stiles turns around to look at him, Derek’s standing very close to him and he has to fight the urge to smell him which, Stiles realises, isn’t supposed to be that strong a human instinct. Besides, he’s sure him smelling Derek would be even creepier than the fact Derek’s standing in such close proximity to another person without giving it a thought.

“Did you guys have any luck?” asks Kira, twisting a stand of her hair with her fingers. “You were gone quite a while.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but Derek and I just figured we should wait around for a bit and see if anyone showed up. They didn’t. Only thing that showed up was a whole lot of rain.”

“Obviously,” Scott grins, glancing between the two of them. “Rain.”

Kira gives Scott a look that Stiles can’t quite decipher, and then voices an idea that Stiles has been considering, too. “Maybe you were supposed to pick up that scent last night, Derek. Maybe the omega wanted to confuse us, or distract us.”

“It’s possible,” says Derek, “but I don’t think so. Omega’s tend to be pretty weak, focused on surviving, not playing tricks.”

At the reference to tricks, everyone’s eyes unconsciously flicker towards Stiles, and he curls in on himself a little. Six months have passed since the nogitsune was defeated, but Stiles still feels very raw about the whole experience, even if he’s good at hiding it. He expects Scott to come to his rescue, distract everyone, but someone else gets there first.

“Sorry.” Derek nudges him in the side, scowling at everyone else until they look away. “Anyway, my point stands.”

Stiles pulls a face. “Maybe – what if it’s not an omega? What if it’s something else that does like playing tricks. That symbol…” he trails off, not sure what he can say when he still hasn’t managed to find out what the symbol is.

Lydia shakes her head. “It smells like an omega – all the wolves think so.”

“Well, then, someone else come up with a theory because I’m all out.” Stiles folds his arms across his chest, not caring if it makes him look like he’s throwing a tantrum. “I don’t know where this thing is, why it’s here, or what to do about it.”

“I don’t think any of us do,” Scott says, voice quiet but steady. “We’ll figure it out, though.”

“You will.” Melissa’s standing in the doorway, and up until now she’s been silent. “For now, you should all go home, do your homework – spend a few hours just being normal kids. Maybe not thinking about the problem will actually make the solution clearer.”

“Yeah,” Stiles says, “good idea.” It’s not like him to back off a problem, but Kira’s still looking at him strangely, like she always does when the nogitsune is mentioned, and he’s been put on edge by the mention of what happened to him.

Derek straightens up next to him. “I’ll make sure you get home okay.”

“Uh, why?” Derek’s never done that before.

“Because, Stiles, there’s a rogue omega on the loose who passed your house last night and whose scent you’ve been helping to track all day. If it gets your scent and decides to investigate-”

“Derek’s right,” Scott interrupts, “we all need to stay safe. Derek, you get Stiles home, I’ll take Lydia.”

“What about Kira?” Lydia asks, even though Stiles is pretty sure she knows the answer. Lydia enjoys making people uncomfortable on occasion.

Scott’s blushing a little as Stiles follows Derek out of the door. “Kira’s staying a while longer.”

He doesn’t get to hear Lydia’s response to that, as Derek leads him back towards the jeep. Mostly since he’s busy staring at Derek’s ass because, well, it’s not like Derek can see him do it.

“You got your keys?” asks Derek, turning around so suddenly that Stiles walks into him.

Stiles steps backwards, cheeks flushing. “Sorry, clumsy of me. They’re here somewhere.” And if he fumbles for his keys, rambles a little as he looks for them, well, Stiles figures Derek will just chalk it up to him being his usual flaily self.

When Stiles gets inside his dad is already there – back on time, for once, from his shift – and they sit down to eat together. It’s a while since they’ve managed to be around at the same time for a meal, between his dad’s job and Stiles’ own hectic life, and he finds himself almost forgetting about their omega problem as his dad tells him about his latest cases at work. It’s nice, relaxing, and Stiles thinks he might actually manage to get some sleep that night – right up until the moment his dad’s phone goes off.

“We’ve had another one,” the sheriff says, once he’s hung up, “body all scratched up like the one you were looking into. They found her near the library. Should I be more worried than I already am?”

Stiles places his knife and fork down on the table, standing up. “I don’t think so, no – as far as we know it’s just an omega. One that can take down humans, but shouldn’t stand a chance against the pack.”

“Once you find it?”

“Once we find it,” Stiles confirms. “I’m going to call Scott, get everyone down to the crime scene – we’ll be subtle, I promise – and see if any of them can pick up the scent.”

He calls Scott, rushes upstairs to gather supplies, and then hurries outside where he promptly spots Derek leaning against the jeep. “That was quick,” he says.

Derek frowns. “What was?”

“You getting here after Scott phoned you. Duh. Come on, let’s go.”

Derek climbs silently into the passenger seat as Stiles starts the engine and, all the way to the library, the engine is the only noise in the car. Stiles turns to Derek at one point, meaning to say something, but the werewolf looks so focused, eyebrows knitted in concentration, that Stiles decides against interrupting him.

Finally, as they pull up near the crime scene, Derek speaks. “I can smell it,” he says, “even from inside this thing.”

“Good. That gives us a chance.” Stiles gets out, feet thudding against the pavement as he lands, and looks around for Scott. He spots him, already standing with Lydia, Kira, and Chris Argent, and relaxes slightly. They’re really quite a formidable group – one omega shouldn’t stand much of a chance.

It’s only later, when he’s standing watching the omega thrash around, lashing out dangerously at Scott, that Stiles realises he may have underestimated the situation. The clearing they’ve tracked the omega to is familiar to the pack, and should give them the advantage, but Kira’s already been thrown to the ground and even Derek, experienced as he is, has taken a couple of punches.

“Come on, move,” Argent mutters from his position next to Stiles, “move out of the way and I can get a clear shot.”

“Scott won’t move,” says Stiles, watching as his best friend attempts to placate the omega, “not if there’s a chance he can talk it down instead of letting you kill him.”

“He’s going to get himself hurt.”

Stiles is inclined to agree with the hunter as he watches Scott double over in pain after being kicked in the stomach. He doesn’t realise he’s moved forwards to help – stupid, he’s just a human, after all – until the omega turns to look in his direction, teeth bared. “Oh, crap,” he says, and then he’s knocked down, heavy weight landing on top of him. This is it, he knows, the moment he dies or, perhaps inevitably, gets turned, and then a hand touches his cheek. He opens his eyes to see that it’s Derek, who’s landed on top of him. A couple of feet away, Scott and Chris are struggling to restrain the omega, but Stiles doesn’t watch for long before he’s drawn back to look at Derek.

“We’ll talk later,” Derek says, in the softest tone Stiles has ever heard him use, before he lifts himself up off of Stiles to go and help contain the omega.

Stiles pushes himself up off the ground, and goes to help Lydia help Kira back to their vehicles.

“You okay?” asks Lydia, looking at him like he’s strange.

He nods. “An omega’s got super-strength, Derek’s acting more weird than usual, but we’re all alive so I guess yes?”

“We’ll talk later.” Lydia smiles at him, probably meaning to be comforting. But all her words do is make Stiles glance back towards Derek, and wonder what’s going on.

The omega is taken to Deaton’s for examination, and Stiles takes up an unusual spot – for him – in the corner of the room as explanations are given and the relief starts to sink in for everyone; this particular problem is dealt with.

The thing is, Stiles can’t stop thinking about Derek’s weight on top of him. At the time, Stiles had been panicking, worrying about his friends. But now, Stiles has time to think, and fantasise, and then panic some more about why Derek wants to talk to him – because his fantasies are just that, fantasies, and it’s most likely that Derek wants to tell him off for something. Stiles is just not quite sure what he’s done wrong this time. Man, he doesn’t even want to imagine what he could have messed up.

Instead, he focuses on Scott – always a calming influence – as the true alpha apologises to the omega, who just scowls in response, for hurting him. Scott’s unwillingness to hurt even people who perhaps deserve it sometimes is one of the reasons he’s such a good alpha and friend, and it makes Stiles smile to witness it. His smile disappears, though, when someone steps in front of him and he realises it’s Derek.

“I’ll walk you home,” Derek says, and Stiles just nods.

It’s only when they’re half-way back to Stiles’ place that he realises the threat is sitting restrained in Deaton’s office and there’d not actually been any need for the escort home. “What do you want to talk about?” he blurts out, and then resists the urge to slap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from talking any more.

Derek stops walking, grabbing Stiles’ arm to make him do the same, manoeuvring him so that they’re standing facing each other. For a moment, Derek looks like he’s struggling to say something, and his lip quivers ever so slightly, forehead wrinkling in a frown. And then the werewolf sighs, muscles relaxing, and just pulls Stiles in closer, and closer, and closer until-

Stiles splutters against Derek’s lips – his lovely, soft but firm lips that he’s has been thinking about a lot lately – until the werewolf pulls back. “Woah, woah. What are you doing? What was that for?” Stiles demands, wincing at how harsh he sounds to his own ears; it’s not like he didn’t want Derek to kiss him.

“Kissing you, obviously.” Derek smirks, looking pleased with himself.

Stiles nods. “Yes, I understand that part – but why?”

The look on Derek’s face falters a little. “The other day, you gave the impression that-”

“That I wanted you to kiss me?” Stiles frowns, trying to work out when he couldn’t have done that. “I don’t – when did I do that?”

“At the warehouse, when you signalled with your fist in a way that was kind of inappropriate in a public setting.” Derek’s sentence starts out quite firm, but ends more like a question than anything else.

Stiles thinks back; he knows he was pretty tired after their stake-out, soaked through to the bone and desperate to get away. It’s ever so possible he might have accidentally made a lewd hand signal instead of a professional one. “Oh, that was – it wasn’t supposed to be-”

Derek takes a quick step back. “It wasn’t. In that case, I’m sorry. I’ll go.”

“No.” This time, it’s Stiles who grabs Derek’s arm, gripping as tightly as he can. The werewolf could probably pull away easily if he wanted to but he lets Stiles hold on, looking at him warily. “You, erm, may have discovered that I’m rubbish at hand signals, but me? I just discovered through your misunderstanding of my hand signals that I actually stand a chance with you. So kiss me.”

“What?”

Grinning, Stiles raises a finger to his own lips, then moves to rest it on Derek’s mouth, tracing the outline of Derek’s lips slowly. “Kiss me. That clear enough for you?”

“More than,” says Derek, before covering Stiles’ mouth with his own.

Wow. Just wow.

theron09 — Tue, 29 Apr 2014 10:22:55 GMT

I'm here! (Sort of - was only really 'away' from the computer for a couple of days over my birthday weekend and I already feel like I'm behind keeping up with things, will work on catching up today inbetween house jobs.)

First off, thanks again to everyone who messaged or commented to say happy birthday - I super appreciate it!

I'm pleased to report that I had a lovely weekend. It was actually a lot better than I thought it was going to be; there were a few sad moments but for the most part I really, really enjoyed myself. The party was fun - if a bit busier than intended due to the amount of kids who ended up in the house all at once! On my actual birthday, I had a relaxing day with just the close, close family (ie. who live with me) - it was really nice to just be able to spend time in the house together without feeling guilty for not working, and we watched a couple of movies etc.

Present-wise, I've been so, so lucky. With the help of a few others, Mum arranged for lots of my close family and friends, and even some of the Brownies, to write little messages for me/things about me, and then made up a picture using them - it really means a lot to me. I'm also getting some money to go towards driving lessons and... well, there's too much to list, really - I might make a post later with some photos of some of my presents so you can see the picture and some of the other things I got.

What really overwhelmed me was that people I didn't even expect to get me anything were so incredibly generous - our new neighbours got me a bottle of Moet champagne and put money in my card, others who I know but don't know that well got me Clarins, people who I was only expecting cards from put twenties in with them, I got a beautiful necklace and earring set from the parents of one of my friends. I kept all of the presents people brought for the party until my actual birthday to open, and I'm glad I did because I'm not quite sure how I'd have reacted opening some of them in front of other people.

So yeah, incredibly lucky and grateful.

Also...a little old, maybe? *G* Did something to my knee at the party and then hurt my back yesterday - ishilde joked I might get old and creaky but I think that was actually pretty accurate, haha!

Made my module choices for uni this morning - got all my first choices so I'm super happy about that!

Yeah, the past few days have been good ones.

Sunday Six

theron09 — Sun, 20 Apr 2014 14:50:01 GMT

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

1. (TEEN WOLF)
“You’d have more chance of being asleep if you were actually in your bed, with the light out. That’s all I’m saying. Try.”

His dad leaves, pulling the bedroom door shut behind him, and Stiles sighs, rubbing at his eyes. It’s not as easy as just trying when he can’t switch his mind off.

“He’s right, you know.”

“Jesus.” Stiles jumps, almost falling out of his chair, and spins around to glare at Derek, who is currently climbing in though his window. “I thought we covered the whole no entry to my bedroom through my window thing months ago.”

2. (SHELTER)

Zach watches his sister drive away, eyes on the truck until it disappears from view, and the whole time there’s still a part of him convinced that it’ll turn back around and she’ll realise the mistake she’s making. It isn’t that he doesn’t know what Jeanne is like; she’s shirked her responsibilities long enough. It isn’t that he doesn’t want Cody to stay with him, either, because he loves Cody. It’s just that he hasn’t got an awful lot of family left and, as he watches the truck move off into the distance, it feels like he’s losing one more person – and if he feels like that, Cody must feel ten times worse.

Sunday Six

theron09 — Sun, 30 Mar 2014 15:51:31 GMT

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever. (I've posted six-ish sentences because I'm greedy *G*)

Over in the corner of the room, Loki shakes his head, expression clearly saying what words cannot about his opinion of Tony Stark. Steve thinks it must be a pretty worrying sign when he’s agreeing with someone who just invaded America – and Tony, much as he might be irritating, had just more than proven he was more than what he appeared. Steve looks away from Loki and grins at Tony, trying to be good-natured. They’d all just been through something big together, after all.

“I’ll thank you now, instead. This is definitely a great meal.”

Clint shrugs, turning away from the conversation he’s been having in hushed tones with Natasha to chime in. “I’d have preferred pizza, but this’ll do.”

And with that comment, what Steve will later like to call the Great Food Debate of the New York Invasion begins.

Check it out - it's just as awesome as Lydia!!

theron09 — Thu, 20 Mar 2014 12:28:58 GMT

Remember me mentioning beacon_hills a lot? It's because it's awesome! It's a really friendly land comm with some super fun challenges to take part in. If you like Teen Wolf why not join the community so you can stay connected to Teen Wolf even during the break between seasons? Phase 7 is just starting so it's a perfect time to start!

There are two teams. I'm on Team Hunter and it's super fun. There's also Team Werewolf, another awesome team - so whereever you end up will be great \o/

Apply here, let them know theron09 sent you | Got a question? Ask here or feel free to ask me!

The Eliot/Quinn Leverage Manifesto (for leverageland)

theron09 — Thu, 13 Mar 2014 15:56:27 GMT

This manifesto contains the following eleven things:
·         Meta – why I love the ship
·         A list of the shops best canon moments
·         Meta – Eliot/Quinn’s potential future
·         Fanfic – Understanding (showcasing the ship)
·         A mini fanmix
·         A front cover and back cover to accompany the mini fanmix
·         500 words of an AU fanfiction
·         A rec list
·         Icons
·         A picspam
·         Sig tags

Write 100 words telling us why you love your ship/character. [Meta]

There are so, so many reasons why I love the Eliot/Quinn ship. Some of them are completely personal reasons – the ship helped me and my best friend bond not all that long after we first met and we had a RP which I have fond memories of – but there are a lot of other reasons more directly linked to the show and characters as well.

Eliot’s done a lot of bad things in his life – we’re told that time and time again. To me, it makes a lot of sense that Eliot/Quinn would work because Quinn’s also a hitter, he’s also done some terrible things. Having that understanding of where the other is coming from would be super important for any relationship Eliot or Quinn could have, I think.

In a less serious reason, they just have chemistry! Even in The First David Job when they’re working on completely opposite sides there’s a dynamic to their fight that’s very different to other fights Eliot has. There’s more respect there, for one, and there’s also banter – albeit with an edge! When they meet again, we get oodles of shippy moments – bonding over hackers being stupid, harking back to the First David fight and the scene that includes the Huckleberry moment. A moment where they share a movie reference but more importantly a moment where Eliot actually allows Quinn to see him at in a vulnerable moment and Quinn responds brilliantly. There’s trust there.

So there’s a really good canon foundation for the ship. In a fandom shipping sense, there’s also a lot of potential in the ship for fanworks – h/c, angst, funnier fics with their banter, both of them being so easy to crossover into other fandoms. I love the ship because it’s flexible and fun and I like both the characters and there are so many ways it could play out.

A bullet point list of your character/ship's top ten best canon moments.

· Eliot and Quinn meet! Without that moment, the ship would never have happened. Straight away, Quinn is introduced as a mystery and we’re not quite sure where his loyalties lie – although we find out he’s been hired with Sterling, I think not being sure about Quinn’s loyalties is a theme that sticks and makes the dynamics between Eliot and Quinn super-interesting.

· Quinn almost manages gets the better of Eliot, breaking his rib and giving him a tough fight. Although he’s ultimately defeated it helps Quinn to earn Eliot’s respect and sets him up as a formidable force that could help form an equal-footing relationship.

· In The Last Dam Job, Eliot chooses Quinn to help them. Although the point of picking Quinn was because people wouldn’t expect Eliot to, I also think that there’s no way Eliot would have hired a hitter who he didn’t think he could trust with the team.

·The rescue scene – they negotiate terms as they take out the people holding Quinn. It’s funny, they work as a team and show a mutual respect.

· Quinn immediately fits in with Eliot’s team, especially compared to Chaos. We see him helping with the portrait and asking about it and he seems comfortable next to Eliot during the briefing etc, whereas Chaos immediately causes conflict. (Interestingly, the way Quinn handles Chaos is quite similar to how Eliot sometimes acts around Hardison – is Quinn imitating Eliot because he admires how he handles a hacker?)

·Quinn asks Eliot if he can hit one of the hackers – ‘see, it isn’t just me’. As well as being a funny moment of understanding between the two of them, it also showcases their compatibility.

·Eliot is vulnerable in front of Quinn when they confront Dubenich – he shows a lot of emotion and struggles with himself. To do that in front of Quinn is actually quite a big deal.

·‘I'm your huckleberry’ – although this is outwardly a jokey moment, it’s also following a scene where Eliot has been quite vulnerable in front of Quinn – Quinn’s reaction defuses the tension, as well as hinting that he does genuinely want to help out if need be.

· Eliot thanks Quinn for helping out and they shake hands – they’ve come a long way since that first fight!

· Eliot reminds Quinn that he beat him in the last fight and they banter good-naturedly, showing it is possible for the two hitters to get along.

·+ A bonus almost-canon moment! According to John Rogers’ blog the sniper in The Rundown Job was originally supposed to be Quinn (oh, why did that not happen?!) – imagine the delicious shippy tension that could have led to!

Write 100 words telling us of your ship's/character's potential future. [Meta]

I think one of my favourite things about Eliot/Quinn is that if we’d gotten to see more of them anything could have happened. The Last Dam Job definitely seemed to indicate that they’d be willing to help each other out again in the future and I can certainly envision them getting closer after working on more jobs together. There’s also a lot of future potential for shippy conflict, with the possibility of Eliot and Quinn ending up on opposite sides again because of the clients they work for. I think it would take a lot of time – and hopefully some casual hook-ups *G* - for Eliot and Quinn to get to the point where they trusted each other enough to enter a full-time relationship but I can see them getting there eventually, although whether they’d ever fully trust each other is a different question.

Write 300 words of fanfiction showcasing your ship/character.

Title: Understanding

The first time Quinn meets Eliot they fight, breaking ribs and causing bruises.

The second time they meet, Eliot’s bailing him out of a bad situation, and then he’s helping Eliot and his team out of one in return.

The third time, they’re on a more equal footing. No-one working for anyone else, no-one calling in favours, just the two of them randomly bumping into one another in a bar. Quinn loves coincidences.

“It must be different with just the three of you,” he says, placing the beers he’s just bought on the table in front of Eliot before sitting down. They’re onto their fourth round now, but the night’s still young and Quinn’s enjoying the unexpected meeting.

Eliot leans back in his chair. “It is. It’s good, though. Parker’s doing well, we’re still doing plenty of jobs.”

“Fighting the good fight.” Quinn laughs softly, shaking his head. “You’re a better man than me, Spencer.”

Eliot scoffs. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that – I’ve got a history.”

“Haven’t we all?” He doesn’t ask what Eliot’s is; he knows he wouldn’t answer if the tables were flipped. Quinn’s fairly sure he’s never tell anybody half of the things he’s done in his life, because they aren’t things that can be forgiven.

“Guess it comes with the hitter territory.”

Quinn doesn’t say anything in reply to that, takes a long drink from his beer instead.

“Do you ever wish you’d done something else?” asks Eliot, suddenly, surprisingly, personal. “Been, I don’t know, a lawyer or a builder or a teacher.”

“Do you?”

“Those kind of regrets don’t help anyone.”

Quinn shrugs. “But we still have them.”

Eliot nods, their eyes meeting and there’s understanding in the gaze. It’s not often Quinn is around someone who understands. Daring, because if Eliot is like him then he needs this too, he stretches out his leg under the table and rubs his foot against Eliot’s.

There’s a moment where Eliot’s eyes narrow and Quinn thinks he’s read the signals wrong, and then they’re both moving, tossing money on the table and heading for privacy with an urgency Quinn hasn’t felt in a long time.

They don’t trust one another, but they do understand where the other’s coming from – for that, Quinn can trust Eliot with this.

Make a mini fanmix (3 tracks, maximum 1 instrumental) with youtube or download links and lyric extract.
Make a front cover and back cover to go with that mini fanmix.

1.       Renegades of Funk – Rage Against The Machine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K626gMvu2ds
Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies
They change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
We're the renegades we're the people
With our own philosophies
We change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me

2.       Warriors of Time – Black Tide
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9mo7rFWLbY
And we will fight, 'till the day that we die
And we will live, for the battle and for the people
And they will tell all the stories about the Warriors of time

3.       Walls – All Time Low
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hn3ypkOkJoI
I'm gonna break down these walls, (down these walls) I built around myself.
I wanna fall so in love (so in love), with you, and no one else,
Could ever mean half as much, to me as you do now.
Together we'll move on, just don't turn around,
Let the walls break down.

Write 500 words of fanfiction showcasing your ship/character in an AU or crossover setting (show why their awesomeness transcends universes :D

Note: This is a scene from a longer fic (because apparently I can’t just stick to 500 words!)

Eliot had seen the inside of a hospital way too often since he’d graduated from the academy. His first week on the job, he’d seen a colleague get shot and had ridden with him in the ambulance – that time had ended well, others hadn’t. The plastic chairs in the waiting area never felt comfortable, and he’d never enjoyed watching the endless other people – friends, partners, kids - waiting for news.

Waiting in the hospital for Quinn, though, was affecting him more than he’d thought it would. He couldn’t stop pacing up and down the room, earning himself concerned glances from the woman at reception. He supposed he probably shouldn’t be using so much energy when he’d just been shot, but his injury was nothing he hadn’t had before whereas Quinn… for all he knew, Quinn could be really hurt.

“You okay?” Shelley came hurrying up to him, forehead creased with worry. “Sophie said you’d been shot and-”

“I’m fine, partner, fine. Not so sure about Quinn though – idiot took the second and third bullet for me.”

“Wow. That’s…” trailing off, Shelley reached out to grip Eliot’s uninjured shoulder.

“Yeah. It is. And he said something, after, that-”

“Detective Spencer?” The nurse who’d dressed his wound earlier came to a stop in front of them. “The doctor says you can see your colleague
now –he’s going to be just fine.”

“See, no problem. He’ll live.” Shelley grinned, slapping Eliot on the back.

“I’m going to go in and see him.”

Nodding, Shelley settled down into one of the chairs. “I’ll wait here, drive you home when you’re done. Man, who’d have thought it – Quinn taking bullets for you, you visiting him in hospital. It’s like some sort of alternate reality.”

His partner wasn’t wrong; there’d been a time when they hadn’t been allowed to work together because their superiors hadn’t been able to guarantee they’d have one another’s backs. Something between them had definitely changed.

Entering the hospital room with a sudden reluctance now he was actually there, Eliot was surprised by the scene he walked in on. Quinn was already sitting up in bed, looking lots better than Eliot had expected after how pale and lifeless he’d looked earlier in the day.

“You don’t have to stay so far away you know,” said Quinn, gesturing for him to come closer.

Eliot didn’t move. “You took a bullet for me. Two.”

“So I did. Least you can do is come over here so I don’t have to squint at you.”

He took a couple more steps into the room, dropped down into yet another plastic chair. “So what’s the verdict?”

“Guilty.” Quinn smirked. “The guy who shot me was definitely guilty.”

“Idiot –you know what I meant.”

“I’m going to be fine – doctor wants me to stay in a couple of nights to be sure, but I’ll be back annoying your ass at work before you know it.”

“I can’t wait.” Eliot had been aiming for deadpanned, but even to himself he sounded genuine. It was different, feeling something other than annoyance for Quinn – it wasn’t necessarily bad, though.

Make a rec list of Leverage fanworks (fanfic, videos, icons, etc.) other people (not you!) have made. 5 links, 100 words minimum telling us why it's good.

1.Fic - The Rescue Job (http://leveragexchange.livejournal.com/95402.html) – by seraphina_snape
Summary: Quinn's nephew is kidnapped by rogue hunters. Instead of trusting his rescue to the boy's ragtag pack, Quinn calls in the favor Eliot owes him.
My notes: I cannot rec this enough! It’s a Leverage/Teen Wolf crossover that works so well and depicts a really easy, awesome dynamic between Eliot and Quinn. It’s sometimes hard in a crossover to stay true to the characters or to the ship but seraphina_snape pulls this off perfectly here!

2.Fic - Five Times Eliot Surprised Quinn (http://archiveofourown.org/works/839370) – by ScoutLover
Summary: Eliot’s not at all what Quinn expected
My notes: This is an awesome take on the developing relationship between Eliot and Quinn, lovely from Quinn’s POV. The ending made me smile and laugh as well, and it all feels so believable!

3.Fic – Bait (http://archiveofourown.org/works/415754) - by kentucka
Summary:

Right there in the doorframe leading out into the hallway stands Mr. Quinn. The gun is raised, aimed straight at Eliot’s heart, ready to fire. Sneaky bastard.

“You should’ve called,” Eliot says, and then agony shoots through his shoulder.
My notes: This is a really nice take on the ship – the fic fully acknowledges the violence that is bound up with the characters and has some good banter moments.

4.Fic – Establishing Dominance (http://archiveofourown.org/works/451047) – by telaryn
Summary: After the events of The Last Dam Job, Quinn is determined to have the final say on his last night with Eliot.
My notes: Hot, hot, hot! The fic is, of course, also extremely well written! Did I mention hotttt!

5.Fic – Paying Debts - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/621818) – by seraphina_snape
Summary: Quinn calls in his favor and asks Eliot to help out on a job.
My notes: fake!boyfriends! kissing! Eliot/Quinn banter! I started with a seraphina_snape rec and I’ll finish with one – this is a great read! (Be sure to check the warning notes that are at the end of the fic, though.)

Make a set of 5 icons showcasing your ship/character.

Make a picspam (500px x 500px minimum, ten images minimum) showcasing your ship/character

Make two sig tags (300px x 150px) showcasing your ship/character.

I can actually do this this weekend!!

theron09 — Sun, 09 Mar 2014 10:22:41 GMT

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

“You don’t have to stay so far away you know,” said Quinn, gesturing for him to come closer.

Eliot didn’t move. “You took a bullet for me. Two.”

“So I did. Least you can do is come over here so I don’t have to squint at you.”

He took a couple more steps into the room, dropped down into yet another plastic chair. “So what’s the verdict?”

“Guilty.” Quinn smirked. “The guy who shot me was definitely guilty.”