May The 4th Be With You

Title: It’s Time to Star Wars.
Author: Myana Luna
Fandom/Genre: Teen Wolf
Relationship(s): Stiles/Peter [Platonic], Stiles/Derek [Romantic].
Content Rating: T
Warnings: Star Wars Movies, Foul Language, Implied Sex.
Chapter Summary: It’s Pack Night. And it also just happens to be May 4th. Peter should have known better.
Words: Dunno, just kept typing until it seemed to be finished.




“What Peter! What?!” Stiles screamed from the landing.

“May The 4th Be With You!” Peter replied faux innocently.

“Oh my god! Peter! You genius!”

Stiles scuttled down the stairs texting furiously on his phone, sprawling himself across the sofa and by default Peter.

“Done!” Stiles exclaimed.

“Done what exactly…?” Peter asked cautiously.

“Check your phone” Stiles tried and failed to sound mysterious “The device shall let it be known” he flailed his arms to add effect.


Peter huffed before thumbing the screen of his phone, there he found a new message:

Puppies! Pack meeting tonight. Be her or no more cookies. Also, bring snacks! ❤

“What exactly is this supposed to mean?”

“Well” At this point Stiles sat up and turned to face Peter directly “Scott, the potato that he is, has never seen Star Wars, can you believe that? Never. And I’m pretty sure that except for present company only Erica and Lydia have actually watched them all. So I was thinking that instead of the usual – blah blah, report, blah blah, patrol, blah blah – that as none of us need to be anywhere tomorrow, we can marathon the ENTIRE SAGA!”

Stiles had started to bounce in his seat. Apparently just the prospect of Star Wars made him excitable.

“What’s got you all excited?”

The question came from the top of the stairs, Derek had finally decided that finding Stiles would be a better use of time than waiting for him.

“And why am I not involved?”

“TMI, nephew, TMI” Peter deadpanned.

Derek shrugged, he wasn’t ashamed of his relationship with Stiles or their fondness of being ‘That’ couple.

“Oh! OH!” Stiles gasped “We can, we… oh never mind” Stiles shook his head, bounced over the back of the sofa, grabbed Dereks hand and then proceeded to dragged him back up the stairs. “See you later Peter, organise it for us ok? Love you!”

“Hey! No, why me?”

“Because I’m asking nicely” He heard echoing from the upper levels.

Peter had decided that capitulating to Stiles demands would be a better and less traumatising use of his time. The sounds being emitted from their room were just not conducive to staying sane – and Peter was holding onto what little sanity he had left.

He made a mental list of what he thought Stiles would like, but just to make sure he also decided that a visit to the Sheriff’s Department wouldn’t be amiss.

“Sheriff!” Peter smiled “Good to see you. Now a few questions if I may?”

“What do you want Hale? I’m busy.”


“Speak up Hale, I havn’t got all day”

“Star Wars”

“Oh god, Stiles has gotten to you hasn’t he? Please tell me I don’t need to be there? I mean, they’re classics but I can only watch them so many times”

“Actually, I think this is my fault, but you know Stiles is my favourite, so I don’t mind” Peter shrugged off the Sheriffs worry, if anything he was qute looking forward to the evening. “No, what I need is the DVD’s, and to borrow some of your soft furnishings”

“And Stiles can’t do this himself why?”

“He’s otherwise occupied…”

“Ocuu….No don’t finish that sentance” He shuddered “I do not want to know”

Throwing his keys at Peter, he wandered off into the back office muttering to himself. Just as Peter turned  leave the station he heard the Sheriff call out “Be safe young Padawan”

The Pack turned up as usual by bursting through the door completely uncaring of the noise and mess they made just trying to get themselves situated. Uncharacteristically even Lydia joined in on the raucus.

They all stopped suddenly when they noticed that instead of the usual desk and computer screen dominating the middle of the room, soft furnishings, pillows and blankets had been scattered between the sofa and what looked to be a brand new home theater system.

“NO WAY!” was an almost collective shout.

“Yes way!” Stiles hollerd in return “Peter loves me” he boasted.

Derek cleared his throat and nudged Stiles harshly in the ribs.

“And Derek. Derek loves me” Stiles grinned up at Derek, popping up on his toes he bussed a quick kiss against Dereks stubbly cheek.

“Now everyone find somewhere to sit, get your snacks and shut up”

Once everyone had settled – a fight had broken out between Jackson and Scott over a big red cushion. Neither had won as Stiles had swooped in a and stolen it whilst they grappled on the floor.

“Now, the suprise.. What is it?” Erica asked.

Comfortably stretched across Dereks front with his feet in Peters lap, Stiles turned his jubilant grin toward the rest of the pack.

“May The 4th Be With You Puppies” He intoned maniacally.

“REALY?!?!” Erics squealed back.

Leaning up against Boyd she seemed to sync with Stiles’ excitement.

“I still dom’t get what you guy’s are so excited about, its just a movie.” Scott piped up from the middle of the pillow pile. Alison started t giggle into his shoulder – he had no idea the can of worms he had just opened.

“Just a MOVIE. JUST A MOVIE. Star Wars is NOT just a movie you heathen. Star Wars is a right of passage, it is the beginning and end science fiction as we know it. Just a movie. Watch the movies you big potato and if by the end you still think its just a movie, be warned you will loose ALL best friend privileges to Erica”

Scott stared in shock at Stiles.


“ALL privileges Scott!”

Alison and Isaac leaned in on either side of Scott to comfort him in his minutes of shock. Lydia and Jackson continued to ignore the proceedings, tutting every know and then in agreement with Stiles. Scott just did not seem to understand the basics of the ‘rights of passage’.

Growing board with tedious teen conversations going on around him and suspecting that Peter felt the same, Derek brought their collective attention back to him as he annouced he was starting the movies.

“Right, Marathon Rules. One: There will be no arguments over the viewing order. Two: Get your own snacks. Three: No MAKING OUT. And Four: NO ARGUMENTS. We clear?” Derek recieved nods from them all “Good. Stiles start them”.

“On it Boss”

Everyone settled down and watched the opening credits.

1] A New Hope

2] The Empire Strikes Back 

3] The Phantom Menace

4] Attack of the Clones

5] Revenge of the Sith

6] Return of the Jedi


7] The Force Awakens

They ended up skipping Phantom Menace due to the fact that both Jackson and Erica started growling as soon as the opening credits rolled through. No harm no foul though, it was an awful piece of cinematography.

It took them until mid-day the next day before they finished the marathon. None of them even thought about moving from the pile they had found themselves in.

As the closing credits of The Force Awakens ran across the screen, they curled up and finally went to sleep. The unspoken agreement that they would discuss the awesome as soon as they could function as normal human/werewolf beings.

Peter and Stiles stared at eachother over Dereks shoulder, smiling they silently agreed that this had been a fantastic idea.


I am Everywhere and Nowhere – Part I

Title: I am Everywhere and Nowhere
Author: Myztic Myan Moon
Fandom/Genre: The Walking Dead / Teen Wolf
Relationship(s): Background Relationships – Stiles/Derek, Lydia/Jackson, Erica/Boyd, Scott/Alison and Isaac/Danny.
Content Rating: M
Warnings: Canon Level Violence, Visual Gore [gif], Kind of Crack.
Summary: The dead are walking and the Pack are trying to get home. Stiles’ comments on the Zombie epidemic.

Part I

The pack had split for college; Lydia and Danny at CalTech, Erica, Boyd and Isaac at UCI, Jackson was back in London studying at UEL and Scott with Alison at UC Davis. I had gone to Berkeley and Derek had followed.

Life was good, not great but good. The shit storm that was junior through senior year had finally come to an end. Word had gotten around [according to Deaton anyway] that Beacon Hills was occupied, fighting back and taking no shit; we were finally safe and it showed.

Dad kept me updated to the comings and goings, surprisingly the town was attracting new families almost in the droves. We even had a whole new set of Werecreatures; the Foxes had moved into the old Tate house on the other side of the preserve, the Cats at the Whittemore mansion and the Bears? Well I’m unsure exactly where they are staying but Derek appeared to be amused by them.

Which is why it was so unexpected. The Zombie Apocalypse. The big fuck you to the world. After everything i had been through? I was really NOT expecting the dead to start an uprising.

Strangely I had missed all the signs. Looking back I can’t believe that ‘I’ Stiles Stilinski had missed an opportunity to research the bejeezus out of this. I mean come on! After all that supernatural shit, what’s a few sniffles gonna be?! Though Derek had been frowning a lot more lately….

What I can tell you though, is that George A.Romero totally knew this was gonna happen.

At first it was just a cold, then they said it was some sort of bird/swine flu, next they had quarantined certain parts of the city. I finally lifted my head out of mid-term fugue when Dad called to tell me that Martial Law had been enacted in Georgia.

Queue inevitable montage of the world going to shit and you know ‘the unwashed masses’ looting, killing and then a nice idyllic farm house in the middle of corn bread nowhere country.

This is where the real ‘STORY’ starts. 


Part II

I am Everywhere and Nowhere – Part III

Title: I am Everywhere and Nowhere Part III
Author: Myztic Myan Moon
Fandom/Genre: The Walking Dead / Teen Wolf
Relationship(s): Background Relationships – Stiles/Derek, Lydia/Jackson, Erica/Boyd, Scott/Alison and Isaac/Danny.
Content Rating: M
Warnings: Canon Level Violence, Visual Gore [gif], Kind of Crack.
Summary: The dead are walking and the Pack are trying to get home. Stiles’ comments on the Zombie epidemic.

Part I  Part II


All of us bar Scott and Allison prepared for the inevitable. Maybe this time would be it. The End.

I love Scott, he’s my brother, but I have never been so angry or betrayed. The idiot will never learn apparently. He may be a True Alpha but he’s still an idiot being led around by his dick.


His belief that all can be saved was cute when we were juniors but now it’s just tiresome.

We had all come a long way; Derek was an Alpha that we loved and believed in, Erica, Boyd and Isaac had grown up and stopped believing in the fairytale that is the All-Powerful-Werewolf, Jackson and Lydia had finally come to terms with their relationship goals and were maybe heading somewhere healthy [well I hoped so anyway]. Danny was Danny, always on the fringe but still holding everyone’s confidence.

But Scott and Alison. They had stopped progressing as people and as a couple sometime in the middle of senior year. Their holier-than-thou attitude was grating but easily ignored most times, but not today.

Today we are preparing for what I hope to be the last battle. The hope that we’ll come out on top is palpable.

So hopefully I’ll see you on the other side…

Queue battle montage of epic proportions and gratuitous gore.


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I am Everywhere and Nowhere – Part II

Title: I am Everywhere and Nowhere Part II
Author: Myztic Myan Moon
Fandom/Genre: The Walking Dead / Teen Wolf
Relationship(s): Background Relationships – Stiles/Derek, Lydia/Jackson, Erica/Boyd, Scott/Alison and Isaac/Danny.
Content Rating: M
Warnings: Canon Level Violence, Visual Gore [gif], Kind of Crack.
Summary: The dead are walking and the Pack are trying to get home. Stiles’ comments on the Zombie epidemic.

Part I
3-4 months has passed…

We haven’t done much since holing up at The Farm. Oh, we did manage to get halfway across the country without dying [so I’ll take that as a win] and we’d picked up a few strays along the way. Go figure that ‘supes are unattractive to walkers.

Derek had made contact at one point with another group of ‘survivors’ but apparently they were too focussed on getting to the CDC to actually be any help. He explained later that the two ‘leaders’ [a pair of cops] smelt of distrust.

About 10 days into the full on Apocalypse we had met up with Lydia, Danny and Jackson [apparently Jackson had been visiting just before all flights had been grounded] – I’m still suspicious of the how, I mean, I know they’re Pack but how in the holy hell did they find us in this mess???

So here we are; Me, Derek, Lydia, Jackson and Danny, along with a the new satellite members of the group – Jordan Parrish [a Phoenix], Malia Tate [a Werecoyote], Kira Yukimura [a Kitsune] and our youngest member Liam Dunbar [another Werewolf! Like we need anymore?]. We’d met up with them pretty much one by one, apparently me and Derek are projecting safety – whatever that means… Anywho, it turns out we’re all on our way back to California [family, friends, suspicious activity etc etc etc…] So like I said, here we are, in the middle of nowhere. Fending off dead things all over the place when who rolls up the driveway, pleased as punch? Scott! Motherfucking Scott McCall drives up in a mum-mobile with the rest of the pack in tow!!!



But I digress…..actually I’m about to tangent. Did you ever see that one episode of animal planet where the ants leave the anthill and eat that racoon? No? Well never mind, the point is that ants like zombies are EEEEEVEEERYWHEEEERE. Swarming all over my nice lawn, getting stuck in the fence, smelling up my roses – they’re not mine, but they sure are pretty and I’m keeping them alive. So there. And back on track… the point I was trying to make is that one minute I’m smelling the roses, thinking we’re on the up’n’up and BAM!

Dead Man Walking.

Like all over the place.

And I mean. All. Over. The. Place.

Turns out Scott’s not just a bleeding heart but also a complete potato. A moron. A few slices short. He’s been luring and storing the dead since he got here, except now there’s too many and they’ve overrun the old barn.



Part III

Short Stuff.

A drabble is a short work of fiction of up to one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.

Any fandom. Any pairing. Any way goes. Fanfic, GIFic, VidFic etc.. Anything is possible.

Under 50 Words   100 Words  50 to 100 Words  Under 30 Words  2 Sentences, 1 Picture

A/N: Credit is due where credit is due. To the lovely minions and bunny makers of The Bunnie Farm. Thank you for giving me ideas and letting me run with them.

To Serena, you know what you did. I both love and hate you for it. Keep up the good ideas.


Teen Wølf

My contribution to the Teen Wolf fandom.  I don’t write a lot but when I do? I write what I can, when I can and I endeavour to have them finished. In my Teen Wolf fandom? I have thankfully managed to ‘complete’ 3 story arcs.

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Green Eyes

Author: Myana Luna
Fandom/Genre: Harry Potter
Relationship(s): Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Content Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Why such faith in Harry James Potter?

The first thing people noticed about Harry was his green eyes, the vibrant colour, the size and the unnerving similarity that they held to Lily Potter nee Evens – his mother.

Honey you are a rock

Upon which I stand

And I come here to talk I hope you understand

The first thing Lily thought when she first lay eyes on little Harry was ‘thank god its over’ followed almost instantly by not a thought, but by sheer awe. Awe in the fact that she had created such a beautiful boy. Her beautiful Green Eyed boy. She would protect him with all that she was.

That green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you

And how could, anybody, deny you

The first time James, Sirius and Remus laid eyes on little Harry, all they could think of was how they would protect the little Marauder with all they could, because their Pronglet had become the centre of their universe. No harm would come to the youngest Potter without the wrath of all three. They vowed that they would never see those green eyes fade.

I came here with a load

And it feels so much lighter, now I’ve met you

And honey you should know, that I could never go on without you

The first time Ron and Hermione met Harry, the elven year olds could not understand the sadness that haunted those jade eyes, and even as young as they were they pledge themselves to making those eyes shine on.

Green eyes

Honey you are the sea

Upon which I float

Snape could not understand the draw that Harry possessed, first with the Gryffindor’s and later with the Slytherin’s. Somehow he had not noticed the boy grow up into a man – a man whose eyes hypnotised just as his mother had done decades before.

And I came here to talk I think you should know

That green eyes, you’re the one that I wanted to find

Draco couldn’t tell you when he first started to notice Harry or when Harry first noticed him. But he could tell you the exact moment that those eyes had first held his attention. Running from the Astronomy tower he glanced back and froze, the pure rage and disappointment that filled those orbs paralysed Draco with fear. Fear that he would never see those eyes shine with happiness and never again see them pointed at himself.

And anyone who, tried to deny you must be out of their mind

Cause I came here with a load

And it feels so much lighter, since I met you

Honey you should know, that I could never go on without you

Draco watched as they lowered the casket into the ground. Harry had been his light, his saving grace. When the world had looked bleak and cold, his green eyes had shone in the darkness lighting his way to freedom. The compassion, love and understanding that had looked out at him as he stood facing Voldemort had unnerved him, the total acceptance of their situation.

Green eyes

Green eyes

“Dada, dada!” squealed the young boy “Make me fly Dada! Fly!” Silver hair whipped about a heart-shaped face framing the three-year olds emerald lamps.

“Fly? and why would my munchkin want to fly?” Draco tickled the boy.

“B’cos Papa sai’ soooo, Dada”

“Oh he did, well then, lets fly”

“Yay!, look Papa, Dada make us fly!”

Harry looked out from the patio smiling, “I see you, Jade. Fly for Papa” Rolling forward in his chair, he watched as his husband and son slowly ascended, silhouetted by the evening sun.

Honey you are a rock

Upon which I stand