The 'Oh Canada' Comment fest.
Mar. 5th, 2013 01:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marguerite_26I love Rent boy fics. LOVE THEM. However, this morning I got overwhelmed and tweeted:
which prompted: #ifTeenWolfwassetinCanada
and a whole lot of amazing ideas spammed my timeline. So, twist my arm and here we go.
The 'Oh Canada' Comment fest.
So prompt away! Any fandom, any pairing!
What would the popular tropes be in your fandom if it were set in Canada?
Give me all the Poutine!shop AUs, all the trips to Hôtel de Glace... you have to know that EVERYONE looks good in a Mountie uniform.
ART, Gifs, Fic - whatever you want to contribute, eh?
Now Pimpable:
FILLS!!!!
[Merlin]
[ART] Arthur and Merlin as Snowbird pilots by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amphigoury
[ART] “The Screech-In” byamphigoury
Hockey-Player!Arthur/Merlin bycb_eaglemaniac
Merlin/Arthur - Arthur obsessed with Anne of Green Gables byoflittleuse
Merlin/Arthur - 'The Last Saskatchewan Pirate' done as 'The Last Camelot Sorceror' bykattale
The One Where Merlin's and Arthur's Tongues Get Acquainted byemjayelle
Pulling On A Line (Merlin/Arthur) byfuckyeah
[Teen Wolf]
Derek would be the grumpiest mummer who ever lived and the only sober one. bymedie
Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking bytwisting_vine_x
Capp U! (Stiles/Derek) bythecheekydragon
All these fics with Stiles needing to turn tricks to pay for his dad's hospital bills is like a giant add for universal health coverage.
Everyone needs to move to Canada. D:
which prompted: #ifTeenWolfwassetinCanada
and a whole lot of amazing ideas spammed my timeline. So, twist my arm and here we go.
The 'Oh Canada' Comment fest.
So prompt away! Any fandom, any pairing!
What would the popular tropes be in your fandom if it were set in Canada?
Give me all the Poutine!shop AUs, all the trips to Hôtel de Glace... you have to know that EVERYONE looks good in a Mountie uniform.
ART, Gifs, Fic - whatever you want to contribute, eh?
Now Pimpable:
FILLS!!!!
[Merlin]
[ART] Arthur and Merlin as Snowbird pilots by
amphigoury [ART] “The Screech-In” by
amphigoury Hockey-Player!Arthur/Merlin by
cb_eaglemaniacMerlin/Arthur - Arthur obsessed with Anne of Green Gables by
oflittleuseMerlin/Arthur - 'The Last Saskatchewan Pirate' done as 'The Last Camelot Sorceror' by
kattaleThe One Where Merlin's and Arthur's Tongues Get Acquainted by
emjayellePulling On A Line (Merlin/Arthur) by
fuckyeah[Teen Wolf]
Derek would be the grumpiest mummer who ever lived and the only sober one. by
medieStiles/Derek, hitchhiking by
twisting_vine_xCapp U! (Stiles/Derek) by
thecheekydragon![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (5/?)
Date: 2013-03-07 09:44 am (UTC)"Look - come on. It's cold. We can -"
"I don't need - cold doesn't affect me. I have my sleeping bag."
"You also have a guy who's gotten offered scholarships to every school he's applied at, so, just - come with me, please? You can have my room for now - I can't sleep, anyway. We can figure out the rest later."
At that, Derek stares at him for a little bit longer, and then it's like Stiles is actually watching him grind his teeth together as he slides out of his sleeping bag and gathers up his stuff, and - yeah. Stiles gets it. He wouldn't much like the idea of charity, either, if he was in Derek's position, even if it's better than sleeping on a bench, and the walk back is the first strained silence they've had yet. By the time Stiles has unlocked the door and Derek's dumped his stuff on the floor and climbed into the bed - looking way too fucking good there, dear god, even if he's ramrod stiff and looks utterly uncomfortable - Stiles can feel his own teeth grinding, and he slumps down on a chair and glares in Derek's direction.
"Look, mister. It's just a bed. I'm not gonna kill you while you sleep, alright?"
That earns him a snort, at least - which is good, even if it sounds derisive, which is a little insulting, because hey, Stiles might be about half Derek's size, but he could so get the upper-hand as long as Derek was asleep - and something in him relaxes a little when Derek closes his eyes and seems to squirm a little deeper into the pillow, and Stiles can't help but wonder how long it's been since the guy slept in a decent bed. Pulls out a copy of The Silmarillion from his bag, picks up a pen, and then does his best to focus on the words and not stare at Derek - seriously, though, he looks way too damn good in Stiles' bed - as the minutes start to slip by, with nothing but the sound of Derek's soft breathing to break the silence.
- - -
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (6/?)
Date: 2013-03-07 10:45 am (UTC)"I mean it, you know. Benches are so not okay as sleeping spaces."
"I can't ask you to -"
"You're not. I'm offering."
"You barely know me."
"Don't care. You can - I dunno. Find some way to pay me back, if it makes you feel better. Give me a shoulder rub, or something."
He keeps his voice as light as he can - even as he tries to not imagine what Derek's hands would feel like on him - but Derek says nothing, and when the silence starts to stretch again, Stiles finally sighs and glances sideways, something inside him chest tightening at the way Derek's frowning down at the dashboard - which is absolutely fucking ridiculous, since the man's still pretty much a stranger, and Stiles really needs to not let this entire situation turn into some cliché romance movie in his head.
"Yeah, no. Thing is, I don't do awkward silences. I babble. So unless you want me to start babbling, you'd best find some kind of story to tell me."
"What do you want to know?"
"Anything you want. Floor's yours, man. I'm all ears. Though I've never particularly liked that expression. Makes me think of ears all over my body, which is just -"
"My sister made me listen to the Spice Girls when we were younger."
There's a moment where it doesn't process, and then Stiles feels a massive grin spread over his face - so wide it actually hurts. Glances over at Derek, sees the way he's looking a bit hesitant, and grins a little more.
"That so?"
"Yes."
"So if I did this, it'd be cool?"
And with that, he's reaching for the volume button again, living it up is a state of mind blaring out to greet them, and when he glances over at Derek to find him smiling slightly at the dashboard, all Stiles can do is grin some more, something inside him flaring warm and happy in a way that feels incredibly pleasant. He's got his jeep, he's got good music, and he's got someone who seems to be shaping up to be awesome company, and Stiles suddenly can't even remember the last time he felt this good.
- - -
Of course, it can't be sunshine all the time. And while Stiles normally loves the rain, driving in it in the dark is a little bit different, and by the time they hit about 9 pm - having put many, many miles behind them - Stiles is cursing the skies and squinting through the windshield wipers.
"Alright, then. First motel we find, that's it. I don't care how sketchy it is."
"I'll protect you."
"Oh, god. This from the guy I've known for all of one day."
He's smiling a bit, though, and he thinks Derek might be the same, even if he can't take his eyes from the road to check. The day had gone incredibly well - they'd stopped for lunch once, and Stiles had insisted on at least getting Derek some damn fries; and they'd made two other stops to take in some gorgeous scenery spots, and Stiles had very much had to concentrate on ignoring the way Derek looked like a work of art with a backdrop of forest behind him - and now all Stiles wants is to find a motel, get a couple of rooms, and call it a night. He's tired, and it's dark, and -
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (7/?)
Date: 2013-03-07 10:46 am (UTC)"Get down!"
He barely recognizes his own voice, hopes Derek listens, moose go through windshields, and then - the moose is bolting, thank god, and they come skidding to a stop, about ten feet past where they would have crashed into the damn thing, and Stiles - can't breathe. Can't think over his own heartbeat. Stares at the empty highway in front of them until there's a hand on his arm, and he turns to stare at Derek, who just stares calmly back at him.
"Steer us onto the gravel, Stiles."
"I - right. No, it's okay - I'm - jesus, though. A fucking moose."
He's pressing the gas again as he speaks - and, thankfully, the jeep gets going with no problem, even if Stiles feels his legs begin to shake, and - wow. Of all the creatures that could ever conceivably wander in front of a car, the one you really, really don't want to hit is a moose, and - jesus. He swallows hard, takes a steadying breath, and makes a conscious attempt to shake it off.
"I - wow. Sorry, I just -"
"You okay to drive?"
"Yeah, I just -"
"Scary."
"Yeah."
And it's only then, somehow, that Stiles realizes that Derek still has his hand on his elbow, and - even with how badly he's shaking - it's enough to bring a flush to his cheeks. Can't quite bring himself to look at Derek - even if he could look away from the rain, he doesn't think he'd be able to look at Derek. Here Stiles is, shaking, and the man barely seems rattled.
"What about you? You okay?"
"Yeah."
And then Derek's hand is gone, and Stiles - breathes through it all, puts all his effort into concentrating on the road in front of him. He's had his share of close calls, but that one's forever gonna rank pretty high up there. If you hit a moose, it's normally the moose who walks away from it, and that is - something Stiles really would rather not experience. Manages a shaky sound of amusement, somehow, at the next thought that slips into his mind.
"Best you wish you didn't get in the car with me, huh?"
"You have good reflexes."
"I - well, thanks. Didn't do much."
"From where I was sitting, you did just fine."
And at that Stiles just - can't seem to find anything to say. Manages a noise that he hopes conveys his thanks, and then he just - concentrates on the road in front of him. The sooner they can find a motel, the better. He's a pretty resilient guy, when it comes to driving incidents, but nearly hitting a moose is apparently enough to leave him a little rattled, and he takes a steadying breath as he tightens his grip on the wheel and keeps his eyes on the road.
- - -
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (8/?)
Date: 2013-03-07 11:12 am (UTC)- - -
By the time they find a motel, it's still raining, but Stiles has managed to chill out a bit, even if he's still a little shaky inside. Parks the jeep in front of the main doors, locks her up, and then he and Derek are lugging their backpacks inside, and Stiles can't stop a grin as Derek makes an unhappy noise and then shakes his head, sending water flying everywhere.
"Dude, did you really just full-on shake like a dog?"
He gets a glare for that one, but it just makes him grin a bit wider, and then he's moving up to the reception desk, leaning his elbows on it and smiling at the middle-aged woman who takes out her headphones and smiles back at him.
"Welcome to our charming establishment. Queen bed okay?"
"Uh - separate rooms, actually. Anything you've -"
"Sorry, kid. We're all booked up. Got one queen left, and that's it."
For a second, he thinks about protesting being called kid - he's over eighteen, for crying out loud - but then the words sink in, and he doesn't dare look at Derek, who's come to stand beside him. They will - figure something out. What, he's not sure, but they - there will be an answer to this. So he just shrugs and keeps the smile on, and tries to ignore the way his mind is slamming him with images of being pressed up against Derek in some warm little bed.
"Guess we'll take it, then."
Beside him, Derek's still incredibly silent, and Stiles is - well. He'll figure something out. People who have one-night stands do it all the time, right? Get their rocks off and then go to sleep next to a perfect stranger? And, sure, it's a bit different to pick someone up from the side of a highway, sure, but -
There's a sudden crack of thunder, the sound of rain hitting the roof a bit harder, and Stiles can't quite stop a sigh. Yeah. No way is Derek sleeping outside, period, but sleeping in the rain would be even worse, and Stiles will just - have to sleep in the car, or something. Because regardless of what people do with their casual hook-ups, he can only imagine what his dad would say to him sharing a bed with a hitchhiker, and the thought alone is enough to make him cringe. And while the backseat of his jeep isn't the most comfortable place in the world, it'll do, and as Stiles takes the room key, he sighs again. So much for them both getting a good night's sleep.
- - -
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (8/?)
Date: 2013-03-07 02:12 pm (UTC)Either way is fine by me!!! Just so long as you finish it. ;)
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (8/?)
Date: 2013-03-07 07:02 pm (UTC)Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (8/?)
Date: 2013-03-07 04:40 pm (UTC)2) yes please finish this story? please please please? :D
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (8/?)
Date: 2013-03-07 07:02 pm (UTC)Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (9/?)
Date: 2013-03-07 10:59 pm (UTC)“Derek, come on. The seats are perfectly comfortable. I’ll be –”
“I can sleep in the jeep.”
“You think I’m letting you anywhere near my baby without me there?”
“It’s not like you’re giving me the keys!”
“Dude, how do I know you don’t have a history as a carjacker?”
He means it as a joke – kind of, at least – but Derek’s frown only gets worse, and he glances at the bed they’re both standing beside – and then Derek’s hefting his backpack and going to brush past Stiles, heading for the door, as though he's actually going to sleep in the rain, and Stiles only realizes he’s put a hand on Derek’s arm when they both go still. It's like the room narrows down, then, and Stiles feels a wave of lust wash low and hot and desperate inside him, and then Derek’s eyes are snapping down to pin him on the spot even as Stiles yanks his hand away and holds both of them up in the universal sign for surrender.
“Shit, sorry, I’m so sorry, that was – kind of douche-y of me, wasn’t it? Shit. Um, tactile person, sorry. Hands off, I promise. You’re free to go where you will – obviously, I mean – I didn’t mean to imply –”
“Stiles.”
“Right – well. I’ll just – let me give you a room for the night, alright? The jeep won’t hurt for –”
“Stiles.”
“What?”
“Do you ever stop talking?”
“I – no, not really, actually. See, you already know me so well.”
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (10/?)
Date: 2013-03-07 11:01 pm (UTC)“Look – fine. Whatever. I’m pretty sure if you wanted to kill me, you wouldn’t be so keen to leave. And maybe that makes me an idiot, but –”
“I don’t want to kill you.”
“Well, you would say that, wouldn’t you.”
“I can leave.”
“Oh, god. Whatever. Just get in the damn bed.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Yes, alright, and I’m tired and I’d really like to sleep at some point, so why don’t you –”
But Derek’s already moving, sitting down on the bed and shrugging out of his leather jacket, leaning down to start working on his boots, and Stiles – only realizes he’s standing there and just fucking watching when Derek stops what he’s doing to frown at him, and Stiles swallows and somehow manages a shaky smile before he beelines it around to the other side of the bed. God, between the blatant staring and the hand-on-Derek’s-arm-thing, it’s soon going to be Derek who ends up being uneasy at the idea of sharing a room with him, and Stiles only waits long enough to lose his shoes and his sweater before he slides in under the blankets and buries his face in the pillow. Brushing his teeth can wait. Right now, he needs to be sleeping, because if he’s not, he’s going to do or say something else that’s incredibly stupid, and then Derek’s gonna end up hightailing it away from the crazy person and sleeping on a bench again.
“Can I turn the light off?”
“What? Oh, yeah – sorry, should have –”
But the light’s already off, and then the bed’s groaning under the extra weight as Derek slides in to lie beside him, a wall of heat that Stiles entire body is already acing to be closer to, and Stiles just – yeah. This was not necessarily one of his better ideas. Because it doesn’t matter that Derek probably doesn’t swing his way, and probably wouldn't even be interested in Stiles if he did. His body’s still catching fire from the inside out, and he can hear Derek’s slow breathing in the darkness, and he can feel the way there’s barely any space between them, and he’s pretty sure it’s going to be one hell of a long night. Pretty sure that this is actually one of the worst ideas he’s ever –
“Thanks.”
Derek’s voice is a rumble in the darkness, low and soft and way too fucking close, and Stiles feels it across every inch of his body. Takes a moment to just breathe, and then does his best to pretend the tightness in his chest is from nothing but arousal, because this really isn’t a romance movie, and the barely masked gratitude in Derek’s voice should not be making him feel the way that it is.
“No problem, buddy. Just – expecting a really good shoulder massage at some point, ka?”
There’s what sounds like a huff of amusement, and then Stiles closes his eyes, buries his face deeper into the pillow, and considers actually counting sheep. It’s going to be a very long night.
- - -
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (10/?) - R
Date: 2013-03-08 01:16 am (UTC)That, of course, is the moment when Derek mutters something and pulls him a bit closer, his dick pressing harder against Stiles' ass and his hand tightening against his stomach, drifting dangerously low, and Stiles - yeah. This needs to stop. Not only because Stiles is going to come all over himself like a teenager, but because Derek is sleeping, and that's just not fair.
"Derek."
His voice is barely above a squeak, but it seems to do the trick, because the body behind him goes ramrod stiff - and then Derek's yanking himself backward, nearly falling out of the bed from the sound of it, and Stiles can't help but be a little insulted by that. Braces himself as he turns over, and Derek looks - absolutely horrified, which - well. That kind of confirms the idea that Stiles really needs to keep his fantasies firmly locked away in his head. Bites his lip, meets Derek's wide-eyed stare, and somehow, amazingly, manages to conjure up a weak smile.
"Um, morning?"
Derek stares at him for a moment longer, and then he makes a pained noise and actually presses his hands over his face, and Stiles can't quite hold on to the smile. Feels something pull too tight in his chest, and he's just about to say something - anything, really, to break the silence - when Derek drops his hands and goes back to staring at him, looking absolutely wrecked.
"I am so sorry."
"Hey, no, it's -"
"I haven't shared a bed in - in -"
"Derek. Chill. I don't mind, alright? It's fine, don't beat yourself -"
And then he stops. Realizes what he said. Because there is a massive difference between I don't mind and It's fine and that former one should have never passed his lips, and - crap. He can't quite look at Derek, anymore - drops his eyes to the blanket and twists it between his hands, and hey, that's one hell of an ugly flower pattern - and then the silence is broken by Derek sliding off the bed and walking away. It's only when the bathroom door closes that Stiles looks up again, and - yeah. He really messed that one up. And, judging by Derek's reactions, it's going to be a long, lonely trip to Vancouver on his own.
- - -
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (11/?)
Date: 2013-03-08 10:31 am (UTC)"So, um. Are you -"
"Do you want me to leave?"
"I - what?"
"You gave me a bed, and I repaid you by touching you without your consent. I'll understand if you -"
"Dude. That's what you're worried about?"
Stiles can't help the way his voice goes up a couple octaves - seriously, did Derek somehow miss the I don't mind part of things? - and then Derek's looking away to glare down at the floor, and Stiles just - seems to be missing something here. Because this is the part where Derek should be running off, and, instead, he's standing here in this grungy hallway looking all guilty, and Stiles takes a steadying breath. Reminds himself that he only lives once. Thinks about how good it felt to wake up with Derek's arm around him.
"I said I didn't mind. I can't get much clearer than that."
His voice barely wavers - something he's damn proud of, actually - and he watches as a honest to god flush creeps up Derek's cheeks. Then, Derek looks at him again, way too intense and close in the small hallway, and Stiles wants to reach out and touch, but isn't going to do that until he has permission. Settles, instead, for addressing the other part of their situation - even if, based on Derek's reaction, Stiles is pretty damn sure he has an answer already, and god, that is one hell of a head rush.
"Are you - do you want me to leave you here?"
"What? No. That's not -"
"Then if you're still comfortable riding with me, we're losing daylight, and I saw a damn good looking diner on the way in. Shall we go find some pancakes?"
His voice is still remarkably steady - a rather impressive feat, given that his legs feel like liquid and he's pretty sure he's blushing again - and Derek just stares at him for a moment longer before he nods again, somewhat hesitantly, and Stiles doesn't both to stop the smile. He just woke up with Derek wrapped around him, and Derek doesn't seem to want to run in the other direction, and there are pancakes waiting for him on the imminent horizon, and Stiles is pretty sure he doesn't have a damn thing to complain about right now.
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (12/?)
Date: 2013-03-08 09:31 pm (UTC)They go for pancakes (Stiles pays, and when Derek puts up a protest, there's another mention of payback shoulder rubs, and Stiles can't stop a grin when Derek flushes all over again). They make it out of town by just past 10 am. Stiles digs out some more of his music - cause as great as The Spice Girls are, it's probably not fair to subject either himself or Derek to that for the entire long trip - and they crank down the windows and let Bad Company do its thing for awhile. Stiles does his best to keep both eyes on the road - the sun is shining and the roads are clear, but he's not going to forget that moose for awhile - even though all he wants to do is stare at Derek. With that damn jacket and his pensive expression and the wind in what little hair he has, Derek looks like every wet dream Stiles has ever had, and he has to very carefully not think about waking up with Derek wrapped up around him, or he's going to drive them right off the road.
They also talk a bit more, when they eventually end up parked somewhere just over the border into Saskatchewan, sitting at a rest stop and gaping at the impossibly flat land around them. And though Stiles knows he's not really getting more than the basics of Derek's life, he doesn't mind, and he knows he can more than balance things out by babbling for as long as necessary. Derek hasn't once seemed to want to shut him up - which is a feat in itself - and he also seems to get all adorably flustered whenever Stiles says anything that could be construed as innuendo - which, yeah, Stiles still doesn't know how he's managing that at all. Because he has no idea what he's doing here. Oh, he's faking it well enough - and the head rush that comes from making Derek blush is almost enough to leave him dizzy - but he's barely got a few make-out sessions under his belt (or, well, above it, most unfortunately) to back up what he's implying, and he's just going to - he doesn't even know. Enjoy the flirting, and not press for anything more, right now, and try to ignore the voice in his mind that keeps asking him why a guy like Derek would want anything to do with him. It's not that Stiles is exactly hard to look at - and he knows it - but Derek looks like he's been carved out of a marble and put on Earth to tempt all the mere mortals, and Stiles eventually decides to just not question it, and to just enjoy the weird flirty place they seem to have stumbled into. Because for all that he still barely knows Derek, he's already starting to like him as much as much as he wants to jump in, and it seems insane that, a few days ago, Derek was some stranger on the side of the road.
- - -
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking (12/?)
Date: 2013-03-08 09:32 pm (UTC)"Um, so. Yeah. If I remember correctly, it's about 200 km between here and Swift Current. What do ya think?"
"What time is it?"
"Just past seven."
He looks side-long at Derek as he speaks, and find that Derek's staring up at the setting sun, biting his lip ever so slightly, and Stiles gets so distracted watching his mouth that he completely misses the part where Derek turns to look at him. Only figures it out when Derek makes some kind of sharp little noise, his skin flushing a bit, and then Stiles is blushing and jumping and swallowing hard, and - yeah. If Derek makes a move to take things further, Stiles is going to be in so far over his head. Pastes on a weak smile and ignores the way Derek's looking all flustered again, because that's not going to do either of them any favours if Stiles is meant to be driving.
"Um - right. So. What do you -"
"It's your call."
"Dude, no. You're riding shotgun. You get a say in this."
At that, Derek just shrugs, glancing back to the sun, and Stiles doesn't fight the urge to roll his eyes. Folds up the map and gives his jeep a pat on the hood, not missing the way it brings a small smile to Derek's lips.
"Alright, then. There are plenty of small towns between here and there, in case we need to call it quits, so. Shall we?"
Derek just nods at him and crosses the jeep to slide into the passenger seat, and Stiles takes one last look around the parking lot, eyes sliding over the convenience store, before he gets in the jeep. They have food and water and a medical kit, and Stiles has a working cell phone, and if they run into any trouble over the next two hour stretch of mostly empty prairie, he's pretty sure it won't be anything they can't deal with.
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking - moving to AO3
Date: 2013-03-08 10:18 pm (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/712999/chapters/1318973
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking - moving to AO3
Date: 2013-03-09 12:05 am (UTC)I'll change my link above to point to AO3. I'm thrilled you are so inspired.
Re: Fic: Stiles/Derek, hitchhiking - moving to AO3
Date: 2013-03-09 03:43 am (UTC)Boo yeah. :D
And yay! Thank you. Also, yeah. Definitely inspired. This plot bunny is very tenacious. ♥