We're on a Ship - 9 Prompt Challenge
Oh God, this challenge almost gave me a heart attack. I had no idea what I was going to do for some of these, especially Love since I didn't want to go the Scott/Allison route for it. But, work comes through and when I got bored I ended up figuring out everything. The fic are't my best but they'll do...and oh God the graphics...I am so sorry for subjecting everyone to my horrible graphic skills. I do like how Free and it's many color variations came out XD....so here we go!
All of these were made for beacon_hills
Below the cut contains the following:
5 fic (Danny/Jackson, Derek/Jackson, Jackson/Stiles, Stiles/Erica, Aria/Isaac)
1 Wallpaper (Derek/Lydia)
12 Icons (Allison/Scott, Jackson/Isaac, Jackson/Erica, Peter/Derek, Jackson/Erica/Isaac/Danny)
- Jackson/Danny; PG -
Danny sighs as Jackson leans into his side. It wasn’t the first time he received a call to come pick up the other teen and it wouldn’t be the last. Like the loyal best friend he is, he comes and shakes off any help. He knows how to manage Jackson when he’s as intoxicated as he is.
“Yo Danny,” Jackson fails to whistle properly, his hand gripping the front of Danny’s shirt, “I ever tell you how much I love you?”
Again Danny sighs, rolling his eyes, “every time I have to drag your ass back home.”
Jackson giggles, his body getting heavier as they make their way to Danny’s car. “I mean it though. You’re the only one who really gives a shit about me.”
Danny tries his best to make out the slurred words, “Jackson, you have the whole school eating out of the palm of your hand.”
“Nope,” Jackson pops the ‘p’ as Danny struggles with opening the passenger door, “everyone’s just afraid of my dad. It’s nothing to do with me. Nothing. You. You’ve liked me from day one. Just me. Not my dad’s money. Not my name. Just me.”
“Jacks,” Danny starts, making sure his best friend is safely in place. Danny shakes his head, deciding it best to not instigate Jackson’s drunken babble. It only makes things hurt. He moves away only for Jackson’s hand to shoot out. He’s pulled down and Jackson’s lips are pressed sloppily against his. But as quickly as it began it’s over. Jackson let’s him go and he’s staring into sleepy blue eyes.
“I really do love you,” the drunken teen slurs.
When morning comes and Danny feels Jackson’s arms tighten around his wrist and draw him closer, he fights back a smile.
Alternates:
- Derek/Jackson(/Isaac); G -
Jackson pauses just outside the door, his hand posed to knock but he can’t bring himself to. There is just so many things wrong about this picture. To the rest of Beacon Hills he was dead, only the pack, Stiles, Lydia, Allison and her dad knowing the truth. He couldn’t see his parents again or spend time with Danny. Instead he’s living with two werewolves who had both tried to kill him at one point and succeeded and another who has just as much emotional baggage as he does.
“Are you just going to stand there or come in?” Derek asks from behind the closed door, the slight annoyance in his voice not going unnoticed by the younger man.
Jackson clears his throat and opens the door walking in with his head held high. Derek’s on a beaten down bed, an arm over his eyes and the other at his side.
“Was there something you wanted?” He doesn’t remove his arm, just lies there waiting.
“Not really,” Derek hums and motions with his free hand, Jackson smiles slightly at the unspoken invitation. He crawls in bed beside his Alpha, Derek’s arm automatically wrapping around the teen’s shoulders and hold him against him.
A moment later the door is opening again and another warm body is pressed against him. Isaac nuzzles his neck as he reaches around lying a hand on Derek’s stomach. Jackson sighs happily, this is the beginning of his new life.
Alternates: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
- Crossover with Pretty Little Liars: Aria Montgomery/Isaac; G -
Isaac scales the wall, slipping into the girls’ room. He smiles softly at her sleeping form before slipping in beside her. She groans and he presses a kiss to her cheek before resting his head on hers.
“Isaac?” she whispers, a head reaching up to touch his cheek. She sits up and out of his arms, squinting at him through the darkness. “Have you been crying?”
“It’s nothing Aria,” he replies pulling her back down into his arms. She tucks her head beneath his, her hand gripping his t-shirt.
“Don’t lie to me. I don’t want any more lies. Not here, please.”
Isaac hugs her just a little bit tighter as reassurance, “I’m...just,” he shakes his head, “there’s too much stuff happening right now. I want to tell you but...”
She nuzzles her face against his chest, “I understand. You’ll let me know when you’re ready. Whatever it is that’s bothering you, you can get through it. I know you can.”
He nods, running a hand through her hair listening to the soothing beat of her heart.
- Jackson/Stiles; G -
Summer begins and the pack finds themselves in need of a break. It’s Stiles idea to go to the beach for a day. Some place where they can just be regular teenagers and not worry about supernatural creatures. A place where they don’t have to hide Jackson from view. Everyone else is so gung ho about the idea that they overlook reluctance towards it. They blame this on his spending too much time with their alpha.
Either way he’s sitting shotgun in Derek’s Camaro, following behind Stiles’ Jeep, to the beach. Peter’s complaining in the backseat about being subjected to a day with noisy teenagers and Derek reminds him of the fact that besides Stiles, Peter was the most enthusiastic about the trip. Jackson just sulks the whole way and pointedly ignores Erica’s probing from the back.
The beach isn’t as crowded as they thought it’d be but they still find a secluded part of the beach, safely away from people in case there are any problems with self control. Clothes are shed and everyone heads into the water, even Derek who had demanded the whole idea stupid. Jackson stays on the beach, arms crossed as he watches them
This was a stupid idea. He should have just stayed home. He might have been bored out of his mind until the others got back but at least he’d be safe.
“Jackson!” Stiles yells, running up to him and kicking sand everywhere. The girls were going to have a fit.
“What do you want?” he growls out, looking away from the pack, away from the water.
“Dude, what’s your problem? I thought we were over this, I mean what with us...you know?” Stiles plops down on his towel and bumps shoulders with him, slowly inching a hand forward and grabbing his.
Jackson huffs out in annoyance but doesn’t pull his hand away. He can feel Stiles’ rolling his eyes.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you want to come?”
“No, not really. I’d rather be back in that burnt down house.” Jackson runs his free hand through his hair.
Stiles sighs but bumps his shoulder again, “how many times do I have to tell you, you can trust me, Jackson?”
Jackson’s eyes dart back to the others. Where Erica is propped up on Isaac’s shoulders, hands held in Lydia’s, who’s held in place on Derek’s shoulders. Where Allison, Scott and Boyd are teaming together to attack Peter. He wanted to be with his friends, to be dunking Stiles in the water, but he can’t. Not after everything that he'd be through as the Kanima.
Large bodies of water like this, they scared him. He knows it’s not his fear, it’s a side effect from Matt’s control over him. He closes his eyes and he sees living nightmares. Stiles is drowning and Jackson can’t get to him, or the dream is reversed. He’s drowning and Stiles is just getting farther and farther away from him.
A hand clamps down on his shoulder, “Jackson, you okay?” He shakes his head and Stiles gives him a soft smile, “it’s okay. It’s okay to be scared. You don’t even have to go near the water. We’ll take it one step at a time.”
“When did you get so perceptive?”
Stiles laughs, standing up and brushing the sand of his trunks. “I keep telling you guys, I know everything. You aren’t going to mop here all day. Let’s go for a walk!”
Before Jackson can say another word, Stiles is running to the water and letting the others know where they’re going. Jackson can only smile as Stiles runs back, holding out his hand and pulling Jackson to his feet.
- Stiles/Erica; PG -
He’s just finished defeating a horde of orcs when he hears it. A loud bang, like someone has fallen head first into something. At first Stiles thinks it comes from the game. When he hears it a second and then a third time a short while later, he knows someone else is in the house. He glances at the time on the computer, it’s only midnight. His dad wasn’t due home for another four hours. Another crash and he jumps up, inching towards the door. Someone was definitely in his house and making some much damn noise, didn’t people know better than to try and rob the Sheriff's house. Stiles snatches his cellphone from his desk and calls 911, quickly informing the operator of the break-in in hushed tones. He hangs up shortly after assuring the operator he’ll lock his bedroom door and wait until his dad and backup arrives. That promise lasts all of a minute before he’s up and grabbing his lacrosse stick before he ventures out of the safety of his room.
Everything was quiet, a little too quiet, and he has to refrain himself from calling out a ‘who’s there?’. He has enough things to worry about in his life right now without it turning into a cheesy horror movie. There is another crash but this time it makes him worry, not for himself but for whoever was in his house. The coughing that came from the intruder didn’t sound too good. Stiles reaches the bottom of the stairs and listens. The intruder sounds feminine and his suspicions are confirmed from the soft gasp that follows a loud crash in the kitchen.
Against his better judgement, Stiles turns on the lights with his lacrosse stick posed and ready to strike if need be. His eyes widen as he takes in the blood that litters the area; a bloody hand print against a wall, a trail of blood from where the person fell and continued forward. Stiles takes a deep breath and cautiously makes his way to the kitchen, avoiding as much blood as he can. He pauses just before the kitchen, preparing himself for whatever he finds. It doesn’t help. He peers into the kitchen, eyes widening at the mess of shattered plates on the floor, but then he spots the soft long blonde curls fanned out on the floor.
“Oh God, Erica!” Stiles tosses aside the lacrosse stick and hurries to push away broken porcelain pieces so he can get to the she-wolf. “Erica, hey wake up,” he moves blonde hair away from her face, frowning at the bleeding wounds and various bruises blooming on her skin. “Come on, Erica, answer me. Please wake up.”
Stiles leans down, drawing his face close enough to feel her breath on his cheek. He sighs in relief, but something was still wrong. He gives her body a once over. “Why aren’t you healing?” he asks despite knowing he wasn’t going to receive any type of answer from the unconscious girl.
“Alright, I’m,” he takes a deep breath, talking to her just to help his nerves, “I’m going to take you to Deaton. Hopefully he’ll be able to help you.” He knows he wasn’t the strongest guy but Erica was pretty tiny. He carefully manages to get her to his jeep with as minimal damage to her as he can manage.
- X -
Stiles paces the front area of the vet’s office, cellphone in hand. His dad has called a few times and each time left a voice message. Was he okay? Where was he? What happened to the house? He knows he should call and assure him that everything was okay. To let him know that it wasn’t a break in, just a friend who had gotten into some major trouble. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Erica needs him and he knows he dad will just want him to come home. Instead he texts Scott and tells him what happen and to let his dad know that everything was okay. That he was safe and will be home as soon as he can.
The teen sighs, rubbing a hand against his head. He looks up just in time to see Deaton walking from the back. The older man offers a soft smile.
“She’ll be just fine, Stiles.”
“Can I see her?” he asks, though he doesn’t really give Deaton a chance to answer, he’s already making his way into the examination room.
Stiles pauses just outside the door, he doesn’t know what to expect to see when he goes in. While Deaton had assured him that Erica was fine, he doesn’t think he can handle it if she still looks as battered and bloodied as the first time.
“You can come in Stiles,” Erica’s voice breaks through his thoughts and he smiles sheepishly as he steps into the room.
He’s relieved to see that she looks a lot better than when he had found her. Her blonde hair is still matted and covered in blood, but most of the wounds and scratches were healed and many were rapidly healing in front of his eyes.
“Hey,” he greets, walking to the slab and standing in front of her, “how are you holding up?”
She smiles, pushing some hair from her face, “I’m better. Thank you for bringing me here. I would have died if you didn’t.” Stiles’ eyes widen in fear at her words and she quickly reaches out, drawing him closer for a hug. “Don’t freak out. Please, don’t freak out. I was...Boyd and I, we were attacked by an alpha pack. They took Boyd and left me.”
He shivers at the hurt tone in her voice and holds her close, the blonde crying into his shoulder as she clings to him.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay.We’ll get Boyd back. We’ve been through worse okay. We’ll make it through this.” She nods and he kisses the top of her head, offering her some much needed comfort.
All of these were made for beacon_hills
Below the cut contains the following:
5 fic (Danny/Jackson, Derek/Jackson, Jackson/Stiles, Stiles/Erica, Aria/Isaac)
1 Wallpaper (Derek/Lydia)
12 Icons (Allison/Scott, Jackson/Isaac, Jackson/Erica, Peter/Derek, Jackson/Erica/Isaac/Danny)
- Jackson/Danny; PG -
Danny sighs as Jackson leans into his side. It wasn’t the first time he received a call to come pick up the other teen and it wouldn’t be the last. Like the loyal best friend he is, he comes and shakes off any help. He knows how to manage Jackson when he’s as intoxicated as he is.
“Yo Danny,” Jackson fails to whistle properly, his hand gripping the front of Danny’s shirt, “I ever tell you how much I love you?”
Again Danny sighs, rolling his eyes, “every time I have to drag your ass back home.”
Jackson giggles, his body getting heavier as they make their way to Danny’s car. “I mean it though. You’re the only one who really gives a shit about me.”
Danny tries his best to make out the slurred words, “Jackson, you have the whole school eating out of the palm of your hand.”
“Nope,” Jackson pops the ‘p’ as Danny struggles with opening the passenger door, “everyone’s just afraid of my dad. It’s nothing to do with me. Nothing. You. You’ve liked me from day one. Just me. Not my dad’s money. Not my name. Just me.”
“Jacks,” Danny starts, making sure his best friend is safely in place. Danny shakes his head, deciding it best to not instigate Jackson’s drunken babble. It only makes things hurt. He moves away only for Jackson’s hand to shoot out. He’s pulled down and Jackson’s lips are pressed sloppily against his. But as quickly as it began it’s over. Jackson let’s him go and he’s staring into sleepy blue eyes.
“I really do love you,” the drunken teen slurs.
When morning comes and Danny feels Jackson’s arms tighten around his wrist and draw him closer, he fights back a smile.
Alternates:
- Derek/Jackson(/Isaac); G -
Jackson pauses just outside the door, his hand posed to knock but he can’t bring himself to. There is just so many things wrong about this picture. To the rest of Beacon Hills he was dead, only the pack, Stiles, Lydia, Allison and her dad knowing the truth. He couldn’t see his parents again or spend time with Danny. Instead he’s living with two werewolves who had both tried to kill him at one point and succeeded and another who has just as much emotional baggage as he does.
“Are you just going to stand there or come in?” Derek asks from behind the closed door, the slight annoyance in his voice not going unnoticed by the younger man.
Jackson clears his throat and opens the door walking in with his head held high. Derek’s on a beaten down bed, an arm over his eyes and the other at his side.
“Was there something you wanted?” He doesn’t remove his arm, just lies there waiting.
“Not really,” Derek hums and motions with his free hand, Jackson smiles slightly at the unspoken invitation. He crawls in bed beside his Alpha, Derek’s arm automatically wrapping around the teen’s shoulders and hold him against him.
A moment later the door is opening again and another warm body is pressed against him. Isaac nuzzles his neck as he reaches around lying a hand on Derek’s stomach. Jackson sighs happily, this is the beginning of his new life.
Alternates: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
- Crossover with Pretty Little Liars: Aria Montgomery/Isaac; G -
Isaac scales the wall, slipping into the girls’ room. He smiles softly at her sleeping form before slipping in beside her. She groans and he presses a kiss to her cheek before resting his head on hers.
“Isaac?” she whispers, a head reaching up to touch his cheek. She sits up and out of his arms, squinting at him through the darkness. “Have you been crying?”
“It’s nothing Aria,” he replies pulling her back down into his arms. She tucks her head beneath his, her hand gripping his t-shirt.
“Don’t lie to me. I don’t want any more lies. Not here, please.”
Isaac hugs her just a little bit tighter as reassurance, “I’m...just,” he shakes his head, “there’s too much stuff happening right now. I want to tell you but...”
She nuzzles her face against his chest, “I understand. You’ll let me know when you’re ready. Whatever it is that’s bothering you, you can get through it. I know you can.”
He nods, running a hand through her hair listening to the soothing beat of her heart.
- Jackson/Stiles; G -
Summer begins and the pack finds themselves in need of a break. It’s Stiles idea to go to the beach for a day. Some place where they can just be regular teenagers and not worry about supernatural creatures. A place where they don’t have to hide Jackson from view. Everyone else is so gung ho about the idea that they overlook reluctance towards it. They blame this on his spending too much time with their alpha.
Either way he’s sitting shotgun in Derek’s Camaro, following behind Stiles’ Jeep, to the beach. Peter’s complaining in the backseat about being subjected to a day with noisy teenagers and Derek reminds him of the fact that besides Stiles, Peter was the most enthusiastic about the trip. Jackson just sulks the whole way and pointedly ignores Erica’s probing from the back.
The beach isn’t as crowded as they thought it’d be but they still find a secluded part of the beach, safely away from people in case there are any problems with self control. Clothes are shed and everyone heads into the water, even Derek who had demanded the whole idea stupid. Jackson stays on the beach, arms crossed as he watches them
This was a stupid idea. He should have just stayed home. He might have been bored out of his mind until the others got back but at least he’d be safe.
“Jackson!” Stiles yells, running up to him and kicking sand everywhere. The girls were going to have a fit.
“What do you want?” he growls out, looking away from the pack, away from the water.
“Dude, what’s your problem? I thought we were over this, I mean what with us...you know?” Stiles plops down on his towel and bumps shoulders with him, slowly inching a hand forward and grabbing his.
Jackson huffs out in annoyance but doesn’t pull his hand away. He can feel Stiles’ rolling his eyes.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you want to come?”
“No, not really. I’d rather be back in that burnt down house.” Jackson runs his free hand through his hair.
Stiles sighs but bumps his shoulder again, “how many times do I have to tell you, you can trust me, Jackson?”
Jackson’s eyes dart back to the others. Where Erica is propped up on Isaac’s shoulders, hands held in Lydia’s, who’s held in place on Derek’s shoulders. Where Allison, Scott and Boyd are teaming together to attack Peter. He wanted to be with his friends, to be dunking Stiles in the water, but he can’t. Not after everything that he'd be through as the Kanima.
Large bodies of water like this, they scared him. He knows it’s not his fear, it’s a side effect from Matt’s control over him. He closes his eyes and he sees living nightmares. Stiles is drowning and Jackson can’t get to him, or the dream is reversed. He’s drowning and Stiles is just getting farther and farther away from him.
A hand clamps down on his shoulder, “Jackson, you okay?” He shakes his head and Stiles gives him a soft smile, “it’s okay. It’s okay to be scared. You don’t even have to go near the water. We’ll take it one step at a time.”
“When did you get so perceptive?”
Stiles laughs, standing up and brushing the sand of his trunks. “I keep telling you guys, I know everything. You aren’t going to mop here all day. Let’s go for a walk!”
Before Jackson can say another word, Stiles is running to the water and letting the others know where they’re going. Jackson can only smile as Stiles runs back, holding out his hand and pulling Jackson to his feet.
- Stiles/Erica; PG -
He’s just finished defeating a horde of orcs when he hears it. A loud bang, like someone has fallen head first into something. At first Stiles thinks it comes from the game. When he hears it a second and then a third time a short while later, he knows someone else is in the house. He glances at the time on the computer, it’s only midnight. His dad wasn’t due home for another four hours. Another crash and he jumps up, inching towards the door. Someone was definitely in his house and making some much damn noise, didn’t people know better than to try and rob the Sheriff's house. Stiles snatches his cellphone from his desk and calls 911, quickly informing the operator of the break-in in hushed tones. He hangs up shortly after assuring the operator he’ll lock his bedroom door and wait until his dad and backup arrives. That promise lasts all of a minute before he’s up and grabbing his lacrosse stick before he ventures out of the safety of his room.
Everything was quiet, a little too quiet, and he has to refrain himself from calling out a ‘who’s there?’. He has enough things to worry about in his life right now without it turning into a cheesy horror movie. There is another crash but this time it makes him worry, not for himself but for whoever was in his house. The coughing that came from the intruder didn’t sound too good. Stiles reaches the bottom of the stairs and listens. The intruder sounds feminine and his suspicions are confirmed from the soft gasp that follows a loud crash in the kitchen.
Against his better judgement, Stiles turns on the lights with his lacrosse stick posed and ready to strike if need be. His eyes widen as he takes in the blood that litters the area; a bloody hand print against a wall, a trail of blood from where the person fell and continued forward. Stiles takes a deep breath and cautiously makes his way to the kitchen, avoiding as much blood as he can. He pauses just before the kitchen, preparing himself for whatever he finds. It doesn’t help. He peers into the kitchen, eyes widening at the mess of shattered plates on the floor, but then he spots the soft long blonde curls fanned out on the floor.
“Oh God, Erica!” Stiles tosses aside the lacrosse stick and hurries to push away broken porcelain pieces so he can get to the she-wolf. “Erica, hey wake up,” he moves blonde hair away from her face, frowning at the bleeding wounds and various bruises blooming on her skin. “Come on, Erica, answer me. Please wake up.”
Stiles leans down, drawing his face close enough to feel her breath on his cheek. He sighs in relief, but something was still wrong. He gives her body a once over. “Why aren’t you healing?” he asks despite knowing he wasn’t going to receive any type of answer from the unconscious girl.
“Alright, I’m,” he takes a deep breath, talking to her just to help his nerves, “I’m going to take you to Deaton. Hopefully he’ll be able to help you.” He knows he wasn’t the strongest guy but Erica was pretty tiny. He carefully manages to get her to his jeep with as minimal damage to her as he can manage.
- X -
Stiles paces the front area of the vet’s office, cellphone in hand. His dad has called a few times and each time left a voice message. Was he okay? Where was he? What happened to the house? He knows he should call and assure him that everything was okay. To let him know that it wasn’t a break in, just a friend who had gotten into some major trouble. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Erica needs him and he knows he dad will just want him to come home. Instead he texts Scott and tells him what happen and to let his dad know that everything was okay. That he was safe and will be home as soon as he can.
The teen sighs, rubbing a hand against his head. He looks up just in time to see Deaton walking from the back. The older man offers a soft smile.
“She’ll be just fine, Stiles.”
“Can I see her?” he asks, though he doesn’t really give Deaton a chance to answer, he’s already making his way into the examination room.
Stiles pauses just outside the door, he doesn’t know what to expect to see when he goes in. While Deaton had assured him that Erica was fine, he doesn’t think he can handle it if she still looks as battered and bloodied as the first time.
“You can come in Stiles,” Erica’s voice breaks through his thoughts and he smiles sheepishly as he steps into the room.
He’s relieved to see that she looks a lot better than when he had found her. Her blonde hair is still matted and covered in blood, but most of the wounds and scratches were healed and many were rapidly healing in front of his eyes.
“Hey,” he greets, walking to the slab and standing in front of her, “how are you holding up?”
She smiles, pushing some hair from her face, “I’m better. Thank you for bringing me here. I would have died if you didn’t.” Stiles’ eyes widen in fear at her words and she quickly reaches out, drawing him closer for a hug. “Don’t freak out. Please, don’t freak out. I was...Boyd and I, we were attacked by an alpha pack. They took Boyd and left me.”
He shivers at the hurt tone in her voice and holds her close, the blonde crying into his shoulder as she clings to him.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay.We’ll get Boyd back. We’ve been through worse okay. We’ll make it through this.” She nods and he kisses the top of her head, offering her some much needed comfort.