arrafrost:

torakodragon:

And at that moment, Derek knew he should have brought his own set of clothes when staying the night at Stiles’ house.

[So i sorta made this shirt on Society6 here sorry bye]

[I missed the boys, I missed doing this, and also I still really want this shirt]

“Stiles… why am I wearing this shirt?” Derek tugged at the collar of the oddly labelled t-shirt, frowning at the implications.

“Because… wait for it,” Stiles was grinning like an idiot and Derek had no desire to ‘wait for it’, but very few things could stop Stiles from making jokes when he wanted to. “You’re a wolf. We have to beware you - not be aware mind you because I’m always aware of dogs, wanting to pet them and anyway - beware of werewolf but instead it’s-”

“Yes Stiles, a dog joke. Your humor is surpassed by no one,” Derek said in a monotone that had Stiles pouting.

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THOSE ARE FIGHTING WORDS

UH PIRATE CARVERSE AU IM SO SORRY Cruz is a captain, while 4 is a… uh….. prisoner…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARRA! 

Mr. Hitchhiker [Sterek Fic]

arrafrost:

I started writing this before but Torah’s picture inspired me to keep writing and somewhere along the way it became stupidly long and kind of serious so here have 9500 words of road trip Sterek with added Laura being an awesome sister. Also on AO3.

 “So where you headed?” The kid in the bright blue jeep asked him as he slid into the passenger seat.

Derek was surprised to find the seat comfortable for a beat up old jeep, but then anything was better than being on his feet for ten miles.

“As far as you’ll take me.” He said, strapping himself in and settling his bag on his lap.

“Sounds good. You can throw your bag in the back, it won’t disappear into the void.”

Derek rose his brow at the kid but complied nonetheless. It was nice to have the weight off him.

The kid had already started driving again, just after Derek shut the door. So if Derek was having second thoughts about getting into a car with a stranger he’d have to tuck and roll, but he was confident he could take the scrawny guy in a fight.

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Well i think it’s cause one day i wanted to draw Aidi, Arra, and I. But i didn’t want to draw us as people. 

I of course, was a dragon. Aidi, Was a drawer. (Cause of our urls!) But I couldn’t do much with ‘Arrafrost’ but her profile picture has been her cancer tattoo fOR YEARS. Cancer = crab. Worked for me.

And crabs are adorable, yknow?

arrafrost:

torakodragon:

Cruiser decides to join his favorite Jeep watching a movie. Cam was there too but it’s not like they were in the middle of anything. 

“You know…” Cam whispered, his voice hot against Jeep’s ear. They were sitting close on the couch, shoulders touching as the movie played in front of them. Of course, neither had been paying too much attention to the film. They hadn’t seen each other in days due to pack events and they were finally getting some downtime when Stiles wasn’t driving around furiously with the Jeep, wearing him out. And where Derek wasn’t cramming the pack pups into the Camaro like a goddamn clown car - seriously how was he supposed to fit that many werewolves all at once it was like eating fifty burritos are an all-you-can-eat-buffet. 

It didn’t matter now… because now they were on their own, free of werewolves and ownership and burnt tires and empty fuel gauges. It was peaceful and wonderful and their cheeks were a delightful shade of sexually charged. 

Jeep shivered at the feeling of Cam’s breath on his bare skin, leaning into the voice that melted his spine and made him put his gear into neutral and coast freely with the momentum of Cam’s energy. 

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arrafrost:

torakodragon:

Derek brushes his eyebrows every morning. Pass it on.

“Stiles… what is this?” Derek asked in confusion, brows furrowed together after he opened the small box, wrapped in Christmas Spider-Man wrapping, with a little blue bow on top. It was his first Christmas present he was meant to open, because apparently it was a Stilinski family tradition to open one present on Christmas Eve. Inside the small box, was the tiniest black comb Derek had ever seen in his life.

When he looked up at Stiles, he knew immediately that this was really a gift for Stiles judging by the shit-eating grin he was wearing… 

“It’s a comb.”

“I can see that.”

“For your bushy caveman brows,” Stiles’ grin spread wider, if that was possible, turning him into the most realistic Cheshire Cat Derek had ever seen in his life. Of course, this Cheshire Stiles couldn’t disappear like the real Cheshire Cat could, which meant he felt the contact of the floor against his back when Derek tackled him to the floor with a growl.

“Boys, boys, it’s Christmas. No breaking the gifts or knocking over the tree,” the Sheriff said absentmindedly, not bothering to lower the book he was reading from his position safe on the couch as his son and his boyfriend grappled each other, laughing loudly on the floor in the spirit of Christmas.

YOU ACTUALLY USE IT???

Satyr and Cerberus [Part 4]

arrafrost:

Stiles’ hooves kicked up dirt and grass as he stumbled down the hill. His breathing was rapid, his arms were flailing to grab trees and propel himself forward. He was running as fast as he could, he could hear the blood in his ears, the pounding of his heart as he tried not to scream.

He wasn’t sure what was chasing him, he only knew it had teeth, sharp ones that had nearly ripped his arm off before Stiles pulled his arm back just in time. He could feel the blood dripping down his arm but it wasn’t much, it wasn’t that deep of a wound but he wasn’t worried about it.

He was worried about keeping his footing and getting out of range of the growls that followed him and the crunching of the sticks beneath its feet.

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Satyr and Cerberus [Part 3]

arrafrost:

It just keeps happening okay… I can’t help it… my mind is trapped in ancient Greece with these two adorable creatures, deal with it.

Stiles sighed, content as he nuzzled his head back against the chest of the slumbering Cerberus. He and Derek were resting in the meadow, a secret place the two had found for each other where neither of their families could protest to their spending time together.

Stiles was a lower class satyr, someone who was not born into wealth and who lived in the countryside with his father. He helped out in the fields and they made it by each year, but they were in no way as well off as the Hale family. One of the most prestigious families in Athens.

Wealthy and well known families that had male heirs such as Derek were expected to be seen in a certain light. Taking on male lovers of lower class status… and a satyr for that matter… well, he wasn’t surprised that Laura had made threats against his well being. 

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