9 Works by wolfscrow
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It was nestled into the almost-a-downtown district of Beacon Hills. If Stiles ever made it past the front door, he knew the walls were lined with bold, traditional artwork. There were some portraits, some Japanese style flash sheets, and even a sheet of new school from a time when his mom was feeling particularly creative.
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Or the one where Stiles is a Tattoo Artist who comes home to reclaim the shop his mother once owned.
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wash me away (i will slowly erode til theres nothing left) by wolfscrow
Fandoms: The Maze Runner Series - All Media Types
09 Sep 2020
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Love is a weird concept for Thomas, only familiar in the way coffee or snow is - images caught in his brain for context but the personal experience scrubbed from his memory. He knows what love is, even feels variations of it, but he never thinks deeply about his feelings of it.
He knows that love is soft and sweet, yet all consuming and passionate like a raging inferno. Those in love would die for each other, would tear the world apart and leave it asunder for each other. Still, he doesn’t think he knows love.
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- Part 1 of Crowing for the Wolves
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“I’m here to see Casey - uh, the Sheriff?” His voice is raspy with disuse, and he fights the urge to lick at his dry lips and instead tongues at the scar tissue that creeps into his mouth.
The woman's happy squint narrows into a suspicious look- taking him in fully, Stiles guesses. He must make one hell of a sight too. He’s gangly as all get out for one, long limbed and skinny. He’s been compared to a skeleton many times. He’s wearing a worn flannel, frayed edges and holey, under which he has an oversized metallica t-shirt with torn sleeves turning it into a tank. Stiles has piercings all along the shell of his ear and a pair of lip rings. It’s all brought together by the peaks of tattoos on his neck and collar bones, with the end of one trailing along his wrist and onto the back of one hand.
She’s probably labeled him a delinquent in one smooth once-over.
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- Part 2 of TWBingo 2020
- Part 2 of Crowing for the Wolves
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What he doesn’t expect, stupidly he should add, is the fucking werewolf that bit Scott.
Stiles runs into a clearing when a hush falls through the forest, spooking him into stopping just at the edge of it where the werewolf stands on the other side. He’s gigantic on two legs, feet twisted like an actual animal's are. And the arms hang on both sides brush the ground with their length, claws thick and black like Stiles remembers. His snout is long and formed into a loose snarl, eyes crimson bright and pupils narrowed into pinpricks.
Stiles stops breathing at the sight, goosebumps rattling up his skin and eyes catching on the blood that drips down the beast's fingers. He doesn’t see how this thing could be human at any time, so monstrous and terrifying as it is.
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He catches his reflection before he leaves, the image stark and harrowed. Bags drag at his eyes, skin pale with sleepless nights and blood loss. His bruises and cuts lay against his skin in high contrast, purpling patches and red lines on a white canvas. At this moment he can feel every injury ache and smart. He clenches his eyes shut, but the vision of his battered body remains burned into his retinas.
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- Part 1 of TWBingo 2020
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Feather light fingers trace up Stiles’s arm, slow and distracting, dragging his attention from where Scott is talking. Stiles huffs at the sensation, and it turns into a scrape of nails at the nape of his neck in retaliation. He readjusts his shoulders at it, swallowing the whine that wants to burst from his mouth. He clears his throat as the fingertips disappear, getting caught in his throat as hands grip and dig into his hips.
A quick glance confirms that no one is there.
written for void month/nogitjune; hot and heavy. voiles smut.
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candle wax and thumb-hole sweaters never felt more like home to me by wolfscrow
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
31 Oct 2019
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Stiles does a lot of thinking and wondering on Hallow's Eve. A furry face brings him from sad thoughts of the past to pleasant ones of what could be.
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A beaten up shuttle jumper and two unlikely acquaintances.