FrostIron Prompt #1
I keep having ideas for FrostIron fics, but I’m not a great writer, so I’ve decided to post some of them on here as prompts. Please, if you like this idea, feel free to take it and do whatever you want with it (then please send me the link for it when it’s done because I’d love to see it!)
#5: the one where mass effect AU
Commander Steve Rogers. Used to be kind of dead. Can’t dance.
A crew of dysfunctional, bitterly loyal misfits with black humour and enough munitions to take down a small moon.
A shackled AI running the ship that loves to screw with its pilot, a crack-shot smartmouthed guy named Clint.
The tech expert, Tony. Secreted in the main battery usually, except for when he’s in the poker room pretending to smoke a cigar.
Chief medic, Bruce Banner. Drug addict after a voluntary medical experiment gone wrong. Wants to do his duty. Rogers is the only one who’d still give him the time of day. You probably don’t want to make him angry.
Intelligence expert Natasha Romanoff. What it says on the tin. She can dig you up anything, anything at all — except her own past. Top contender for next shadow broker, if she gave a shit about stuff like that.
Loki, unofficial ruler of Omega. Wants what you have and isn’t afraid to take it. Has…issues with one of the crew. The biotic, whatshisname, Thor? Escaped from his father some while ago. So perfect, in every way.
Nick Fury, or as the world might know him, the Illusive Man. He’s in the wind before you can even feel it blowing, but boy does he have some money behind him. He just wants what’s best for everyone. Until he doesn’t.
Something something villain wiping out civilisation and it’s the end of the world as we know it—
—but the Avengers feel fine.
Verse: Goong AU
Rating: PG-13 cuz language
Notes: Happy birthday sinyhale ! /throws royalty au at you/ i might as well dedicate this whole verse to you cause i realized i wrote the first drabble for you too lol! so this one’s for you bb <3 hope you have a great day!
Has it only been two weeks ago when he’d been parked in his living room, Scott and take out by his side, watching Prince Derek Hale’s interview on the TV? It feels like a lifetime ago. Stiles thinks it’s entirely possible to break his life down into two lifetimes - life before and life after finding out he’s been promised to Prince Derek Hale.
Stiles pulls a face at that. ‘Promised’. That’s so fucking antiquated. Who’s heard of an arranged marriage in this day and age? Screw that, who’s ever heard of royalty entering into an arranged marriage with a commoner? Stiles wonders what kind of circumstances led to his deceased grandma being such good friends with the late Queen Hale that they’d agreed to marry off their kids. Speaking of which.
He clears his throat to get Derek’s attention, “The way my dad explained it, I thought the arrangement was between the first borns. Meaning between me and Princess Laura?”
Derek’s crossed arms flex slightly as he clenches his fingers. Stiles wonders if he’s hit some kind of sore spot accidentally. The usually charming prince looks about as approachable as a defensive puffer fish. Gone is his approachable air and beaming smile, replaced with a dark aura and bitter look that makes Stiles feel wary.
Ah! Please that can’t be it, is there any chance there be a sequel, because that ending is just to much!
okay this is a really incoherent rambling of an idea because i have to get ready for school and i just need to vomit this thing out.
supernatural war AU in which humans are collected and kept under lock and key and are considered rare and almost ‘collectible’ by supernatural creatures with the ability to turn a human in order to make one of their own.
and in the werewolf society, humans can roam free among their towns/safe zones as long as they’ve got an identifier saying they’re already ‘scouted’ by a pack and considered off limits. They usually come in the shape of a dog tag (no pun intended) with the Alpha’s information printed on it.
so Stiles steals a tag off of a werewolf he managed to snipe with a tranq in the forest and uses it to be able to walk freely into werewolf territory to try and retrieve his best friend, Scott, who went missing months ago.
Until he’s grabbed not even halfway down the street by werewolves in their own modified military uniforms. He can wear a werewolf’s tag all he wants but it won’t change his scent one bit. He has no idea who alpha Hale is until he’s dragged to the man’s door and shoved forward as the officers ask the alpha, ”Is this one yours?”
Alpha Hale doesn’t even hesitate and the moment Stiles knows his fate is the moment he locks eyes with the man.
"Yes. He’s new. I sent him to get something for lunch."
"He doesn’t carry any of your pack’s scent."
"He’s very new.”
but the best part is the moment Stiles is standing in this stranger’s living room, heart ready to pound out of his chest, and he hears a familiar shout from upstairs. He never expected Scott to be there, werewolf and everything.
He has to learn to live as a human in a werewolf pack that’s in the midst of a war. A war in which vampires and druids are allies but they’re enemies with banshee , a slew of undead entities, the elemental fae and the merfolk all along the west coast.
Stiles has no idea which side is right, only that he gets left behind any time there’s a call to arms, and that there’s a new breed of shifter that can take any form and has no loyalties other than their own.
BUCKYHALES’ ~REAL WOLF~ RECLIST
Cute AU where Stiles is a werewolf and gets stuck in his wolf form long enough to be found by Derek (a hunter) and somehow becomes his friend and companion.
Gorgeous, slightly angsty wing!fic, in which Stiles was born with wings like is mother, that he can hide with difficulty. I love wing!fic so much, and its rare to find in the Teen Wolf fanodm!! Lots of h/c, Derek petting the wings, JUST BEAUTIFUL
AU, Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, (who is adorable) and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton’s magic powder, and his plans change.
AU, hunters put a collar on Derek and he becomes stuck in his wolf form for the forseeable future. And he somehow becomes Stiles’ pet dog. Adorable dog!Derek hijinks, great fun.
Superhero AU, an alien virus that rewrites human DNA is accidentally unleashed in a series of small towns and eventually larger cities. It kills 90% of those who come into contact with it (referred to as ‘drawing the Black Queen’). However, 9% mutate into deformed creatures (known as ‘Jokers’) and the remaining 1% gain superpowers (known as ‘Aces’). A percentage of the Aces are referred to as ‘Deuces’, acquiring useless or ridiculous powers. The airborne virus eventually spreads all over the world, affecting tens of thousands. Really great, don’t let the complicated summary put you off.
Secret Agent AU. CIA agent Stiles Stilinski is given an undercover assignment he has to share with a werewolf (enter NSA agent Derek Hale) to investigate a series of werewolf deaths in the area. Long, slow build fic with awesome badassness, great read!
Apocalypse AU, Shifters are everywhere threatening the safety of the Beacon Hills sanctuary, and its up to Stiles and the rest of them to keep everyone safe. Magic!Stiles, pining, protective!Derek, everything I need from an apocalypse AU!!!
AU, Stiles car breaks down on his way to visiting his grandma, and gets stuck in a blizzard, saved only by the mysterious
hothermit man living in the woods. Also there is a wolf that Stiles wants to adopt.
Fluffy cuteness, Stiles finds a dog injured by a car and takes him home. I cannot with how much I loved this fic, actual wolf!Derek is just kryptonite to me!
Funny and cute AU where the human race has just found out aliens exist, and the first visitors are due to arrive when they end up crashlanding near where Stiles goes running. AKA the Hales are aliens and Derek is awful at communicating.
Fluffy short AU where Stiles gets roped into being a unicorn keeper for the rest of his life, which he likes for the most part…except for the eternal celibacy rule along with the hot werewolf who frequently visits the abbey. Lovely.
Angsty hurt/comfort fic with actual wolf!Derek. Derek comes back to his house only to find a human boy already their, stinking of grief and crying his heart out.
Post 3b (Allison is still alive though) snuggling hurt/comfort fic. Derek finds Stiles having a panic attack in the supermarket, and helps him out. I really loved this!
AU, Stiles comes to live with his Dad during college vacation in their new hometown Beacon Hills, where everything is extremely…weird. Like the way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life. Perfect long, plotty, magic!Stiles and wolf!Derek fic, superb read!
Christmas fic, Stiles is the abominable snowman (he is the most fluffy and adorable okay), Scott is a Christmas elf and Derek is the Great Wolf and everything is really fluffy and weird!
An AU where everyone knows about werewolves, werewolves do a full-shift, and everyone thinks Derek is dead. Until a wolf follows Stiles home and takes over Stiles’ bed. Cute and a bit angsty, but really lovely.
No werewolves, just wolves (and a kitten):
RIDICULOUSLY CUTE AU in which Deaton is still a mysterious magical vet, Kate Argent is still a criminal socipath, and Stiles isstilla crime-solving magical kitten. FLUFF FLUFF EVERYWHERE
Plot twist: They are all actual wolves. I’M EVEN SATISFIED WITH WOLF CUDDLING OKAY THAT IS HOW MUCH I LOVE IT and this is super cute, lots of Derek taking care of Stiles
Derek goes missing, and Stiles is supremely unconcerned. That is, until the pack finally find their Alpha, dirty, naked and out of his mind. Angsty hurt/comfort, with feral!Derek for most of the fic. Definitely worth a read.
When Peter poisons Derek with wolfsbane, Stiles makes a choice. He’s not going to lose. Hurt/comfort, established relationship, non con (in that Derek is forced to force Stiles after being infected by wolfsbane).
Post 3A fic, where Derek Hale comes back to Beacon Hills stoned and happy. Stiles tries not to resent him for it, and mostly fails. Glorious slow build, a big misunderstanding on Stiles’ part, angst and loveliness.
An AU in which magic!Stiles is captured and held hostage in the same room as a feral werewolf!Derek, and they eat a lot of fast food while they try to get out. Amazingly good - this also has some really great art to go with it!! Wow people are talented…
Anonymous said: the one where ross and rachel take a break or the one with the morning after :-) this is such a cool idea btw!!
The One With The Morning After
Stiles was confused.
Okay, so he’s woken up in Derek’s bed: not confusing. They’d had sex: again, not confusing. Derek still being there: not that confusing, it is his apartment. Derek holding Stiles tight like he’s something precious: CONFUSING.
It’s not like he expected to be kicked out at first light, but this is — they hadn’t even talked about what they were to each other before this. Stiles doesn’t need a definition, not really; his life is a stitched together tapestry of things that never quite make sense, but he feels like he and Derek need something to help them along. That maybe he and Derek both deserve more than guesswork.
Derek’s not even awake yet, his arms wrapped around Stiles so tightly that Stiles is kind of amazed he can breathe. There’s a tickle at the back of Stiles’ neck where Derek’s breath hits his skin, and Stiles can feel the rise and fall of Derek’s chest as he breathes steadily. It’s comforting in ways Stiles didn’t know it could be.
WHERE IS THE FIC WHERE STILES CALLS TECH SUPPORT ON HIS FIRST DAY BUT GETS THE MAINLINE FOR JUNIOR VP DEREK HALE AND DEREK JUST IS HELPFUL
AND STILES JUST CALLS BACK
HE CAN’T PRINT OR WHATEVS. SO DEREK IS LOADING PAPER DOWN ON THE 28TH FLOOR WHEN HE SHOULD BE ON 49TH IN A MEETING WITH HIS SISTERS
"Anyway, you can just tell this company is being grossly mismanaged,” Stiles tells Derek around the Twizzler he just shoved into his mouth.
"I agree," Derek says, head buried in the side panel of the malfunctioning copier.
"Resources are clearly available," Stiles continues, sounding like he’s pacing back and forth near Derek’s feet; "but they aren’t being utilized fully!"
"Mmhmm." Derek smiles to himself. "I hear the Vice President never even went to business school. He even skips out on the budget meetings, most days."
"What a hack," Stiles sighs. "Hey, do you want some candy? What am I saying, look at you. Of course you don’t eat candy.”
Derek is grateful that there’s a plastic panel hiding his overheating face. “I prefer the grape ones, actually, but sure.”
"Eugh, gross.” Stiles has to crouch down next to him to give him the candy, pressing right into his side. “Like, for example: okay, you’re clearly really smart, I can tell. Despite your seriously gross taste in Twizzlers. They’re wasting you in this position.”
Derek coughs, trying to focus on locating the paper jam. It’s been so long since someone said anything like that to him that he can’t actually tell if Stiles is being sarcastic or not.
"Thank you?" he tries, after a too-long pause.
"Anytime," Stiles says, palm warm between Derek’s shoulder blades. "Although, in a strictly literal sense, I have to admit that this position really works for you.”
Derek hits his head on the paper tray.
Derek isn’t sure why he let this charade go on for over three weeks, it’s just that whenever Stiles ends up calling his line he can’t help but talk to him; it isn’t actually too difficult to Google whatever problem Stiles is having with his computer or whatever, and it actually usually is something really lame, like “how do I take a screenshot” and “I got disconnected to the main server again,” which honestly happens to everyone, you just have to kick your router a little bit. And it’s more entertaining than budget meetings, that’s for sure.
It’s just that he really likes his conversations with Stiles. A lot. Okay, maybe he just likes Stiles.
So Derek is surprised one morning when he’s finally decided he should just go ahead and ask Stiles out one of these days when he doesn’t get a call. Stiles usually calls in once or twice by noon at least, even if it’s just to complain about the coffee in the breakroom.
When Derek walks by Stiles’ desk and finds it empty, not just of Stiles, but in fact all his personal belongings have been swept into a cardboard box. Horrified, Derek raps on the cubicle next to him. “Hey, do you know where Stiles is?”
The guy, A. Greenberg by his nameplate, just shrugs. “Stiles came into work as usual and then he was flipping through the company phonelist, started freaking out about something and just packed everything up. He said he was going to HR.”
Derek dashes towards the elevator, making it to the ninth floor where Human Resources is just in time. He barges in office after office, making quick apologies, and finally finds Stiles with an exasperated and bored looking Erica Reyes.
"You can’t file a sexual harassment claim against yourself, Mr. Stilinski," she’s saying. "Ah, hello, Mr. Hale," she says when she sees Derek at the door.
Stiles turns, face flushing red. “Ah— I am so sorry Der— I mean, Mr. Hale, I really didn’t know, I mean, this morning all my phone presets were gone so I had to reprogram everything, and then when I called IT and asked for Derek’s line, they said they didn’t have a Derek, and then when I looked through the phonelist, I realized the only Derek was—”
"It’s fine," Derek says. "Erica, can you just forget this—"
"Sure," she says, grinning at him.
"Stiles—" Derek pulls him into the hallway. "Were you seriously trying to fire yourself for flirting with me?"
bilboo replied to your post “bilboo replied to your post: bilboo replied to your post:bilboo rep… …”TOO TRUE. as someone who has managed to survive dozens of large family dinners including the sackville-bagginses, and had to navigate countless seating arrangements and brewing arguments, bilbo definitely knows a whole lot about diplomacy lbr
What the dwarves don’t understand is that “perfectly respectable” is actually a title of some note in the Shire, and not one given idly. In truth, it is far more fearsome than “Bullroarer” for it requires quite a bit more work than simply being tall and slaying a few goblins on the battlefield.
To be “perfectly respectable”? To never have a single social faux pas, to not have had one dinner party gone awry, to serve tea at exactly the same time every day, remember the family trees to the tenth degree of all your acquaintances after having just met them? To never need to ask a name twice, or stepped on a single toe while dancing? That requires a level of political acumen that is truly terrifying to behold, and Bilbo was held in fearful awe by the other Shire folk as a result of it. None dared cross him except the equally formidable Lobelia, and their duels were the stuff of legend.
It was said that Bilbo could ruin a hobbit’s reputation for life simply by pausing before he says “thank you.” That he once ended a twenty year blood feud and had the heirs to both families married before the end of the month simply by inviting one of their aunts over for tea. And the only reason he did it was because the feud meant he once had to take the long way ‘round the market, because to do otherwise would be to accidentally ally oneself with one side or the other in the complicated and byzantine world of Shire favoritism.
This begins to dawn on Thorin slowly over time, as with a few well-planned dinner parties, Bilbo has resolved centuries of tension between Mirkwood and Erebor. Most baffling of all, at some point Thorin agreed that Kili and Tauriel could be wed to seal the alliance and he doesn’t remember saying yes. One day he does in fact confront Bilbo on this, but respectfully, because he’s begun to realize that there’s politics, played by lesser mortals for such trivial things as kingdoms and gold, and then there is this.
"Well someone had to do it," Bilbo said, without looking up from the thank-you cards he was writing in perfect flowing Sindarin to the Elvenking for coming around to tea at his request the month before. "These are trifles, my dear, don’t worry your head about it. I will let you know if anything truly difficult comes up."
#OH MY GOSH THIS IS PERFECT#TOO TRU#bilbo will politely tea-and-biscuit you to death#make three nations with differing convictions and a lot of old resentment for each other sit down and TALK#make thorin agree again and again to things he will later not remember agreeing to#bilbo baggins is Perfectly Respectable and a force of nature AND I LOVE HIM#text#bagginshield#I really do want to write a 100k of this now
Bilbo led to the death of three trolls once by discussing cooking recipes with them. He doesn’t just get Thorin to agree to things, he has them signed, sealed, and sent to all four corners of the kingdom while Thorin is still nodding and saying “Yes, ghivashel”. Thorin feels like he should be annoyed by this, but so far nothing bad has happened and in the long years of Thorin’s life, he has never found anything more unsettling than when nothing bad happens.