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The Signs as Nymphs
  • Aries: Lampades, the nymphs of the Underworld; these nymphs serve both Persephone and Hecate, powerful goddesses, as ladies in waiting and torchbearers. Their skin and eyes glimmer like a candle's flame, colored a brilliant, heady orange or as dark as coal; their smiles are blinding and their laugh is like the crackle of a flame.
  • Taurus: Alseides, the nymphs of glens; Taurean nymphs reside in meadows and groves, basking in the sunshine, walking with the deer and caring for the plants and animals; their skin is always rosy and sun-kissed and it shimmers like gold and smattered with the same soft pattern as a doe, and eyes like a doe's as well, thick hair braided intricately and decorated with flowers.
  • Gemini: Aurae, nymphs of the breeze; Gemini nymphs drift through the air, playing with human's hair and dancing through the leaves. Their skin is a soft, silvery blue, smooth as the sky, only broken by the small scales scattered across their cheeks and joints, all radiant blue; their hair floats around them and their voice is like chimes.
  • Cancer: Limnades, nymphs of lakes; these quiet nymphs drift through the murky water of lakes, playing with the fish and basking with alligators and turtles, and seducing anyone who might pass by. Their skin shimmers dully, slightly green in tint and their faces are tattooed with dark green stripes that decorate their cheeks like a trail of tears.
  • Leo: Anthousai, nymphs of flowers; these playful nymphs play in the forests, fields and gardens, flirting with unwitting humans and decorating themselves with flowers and plants. They smell like lilies and jasmine so butterflies flutter around their heads; their skin is patterned like irises, brilliant purples, golds and pinks, delicate like a water painting.
  • Virgo: Hydryades, nymphs of the trees; these quiet nymphs reside within trees and forests where they care for animals. Virgoan nymphs' skin is camouflaged so that they may blend in with the trees, dark and intricate patterns which stretch across their backs and decorate their faces, eyes slitted like a reptile's.
  • Libra: Nephelai, nymphs of the clouds; Libran nymphs are very rarely seen by humans as they reside in the clouds; they are dreamy, quiet and peaceful creatures who fly with the birds and provide the world with rain. Their skin is like pearl which varies from the softest white to the angry grey of a storm, their eyes are as pink as the sunrise and their hair floats around them in a haze.
  • Scorpio: Naiads, nymphs of freshwater; these nymphs can be found in rivers, lakes and springs where they hunt fish and anything else that wanders too close to the water's edge. They also seduce any humans who happen upon them. Their eyes are large and dark to see underwater, their hair a messy tangle and nails long and sharp; their skin is scaled like a koi's but a brilliant silver or bronze.
  • Sagittarius: Epimeliad, nymphs of apple tress and flocks; Sagittarian nymphs follow flocks and explore the world around them, playing with horses and cows and goats and seducing their owners; when they sleep they return to their original state, an apple tree. Their eyes are bright like a spark, their hair white like apple blossoms and wool and their skin is patterned like the bark of a tree.
  • Capricorn: Oreiades, nymphs of the mountains; these nymphs are highly reclusive and quiet, they reside in the most remote mountains in the world and are very rarely seen by humans. They resemble the animal of their Sign, their pupils rectangular and their eyes a sharp gold, small horns curving from their foreheads; their hair is kept in tight pleats, their skin speckled softly to blend in with the jagged rocks.
  • Aquarius: Asteriai, nymphs of the stars; these nymphs live far away in the vast expanses of space where they drift and play in complete silence: constellations are their embrace, shooting stars their tears. Their skin is as brilliant as the sun, golden, red and even deep blue, and it shimmers in an unending pulse of light.
  • Pisces: Haliae, nymphs of the sea; Piscean nymphs reside in the sea and can occasionally be spotted dancing on the seashore. Their hair reaches their ankles, strands of pearls and shells woven within it; their skin has a pearlescent sheen from years spent in the water and small scales, pink and pearl-like, decorate their webbed hands and creep up their legs.

anonymous asked:

Hi guys! Can you please update the 50k, 80k, or 100k tag? Any of them are fine if there are new ones. Tysm!

We’re not sure these will be new ones for you but these are some we read that we haven’t recced but worth checking out. -C

50K AND UP

(Once in a) Blue Moon by clarkoholic and skywardsmiles

Stiles and Derek are getting along, but they’re not a family, and they’re sure as hell not mates. Christ, they’re basically just two stupid guys who happened to get pregnant because of a full moon and sheer dumb luck.


The Lighthouse Keeper by tugela54

On a rural island just off Alaska’s northern Inside Passage, stands a centuries old lighthouse - the perfect sanctuary for its keeper to hide when the moon is full, to burn and rage through its cycle with the townsfolk being none the wiser.

But then a new resident comes to Beacon Harbour – a bright-eyed young student chasing an elusive whale species – and all of a sudden those thick stone walls seem paper thin…


The Difficult Kind series by whiskey_in_tea

if you could only see / what love has made of me


The Nearness Of You by triggeringthehealing

College is an experience that’s different for everyone. Of course, Stiles dives right into the fray. Having already made friends before he started, he’s pulled into the college’s student parliament, the nightclub at the dorms, and – most importantly – into a dorm room with all his friends right next doors. That includes the elusive, tall, dark, and mysterious Derek Hale. And maybe a few too many poetic descriptions that Stiles absolutely doesn’t have from Harlequin romances. They’re Isaac’s, okay, he just happens to share a room with him and Scott. And the bathroom. Which they also share with Derek, and it’s not going to be a problem at all. Featuring meddling friends and siblings, college shenanigans, fancy ballrooms, and curly fries.


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Here’s the fics I read (and like) during this summer! As you can see, it’s a 2 months in one fic rec, so a very long post :)

(friendly reminder I read almost only Explicit or Mature fics)

☾  The Hollow Moon,  by  thepsychicclam   : It’s the summer after Stiles’ first year of college, and he’s working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he’s okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn’t care about, nope, not at all. After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he’s just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people. (180k, E)

 Here’s My Hand if You’ll Take It (I Can Be That Part of You) by Vendelin : When Stiles is away at college, he realises that he’s in love with Derek. He also realises that he doesn’t exactly have the qualities an alpha needs in a mate. Boyfriend. Whatever. So he decides to change, with a little help from Martha Stewart. It’s just that Stiles isn’t all that great when it comes to tending to the betas, baking or cleaning. But maybe he doesn’t have to be. (10k, E)

☾  Golden Boy,  by    trilliath  :    Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can’t really complain about Peter’s ‘gifts’. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It’s just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He’s spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin. It’s enough that Derek hesitates. (127k, E)

☾   between the click of the light and the start of the dream , by thepsychicclam It’s Stiles’ senior year, and he’s trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he’s being haunted by a hag. Great. (105k, E)

  Now Until the End , by Dira Sudis (dsudis): Why the hell did you do that?“ Derek demanded. "Why would you bond with me? You were going to leave me for dead, you didn’t want anything to do with helping me.”  "Okay, first of all, that was like two hours ago and I’ve grown a lot as a person since then,“ Stiles said. (17k, M)

☾  You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you), by standinginanicedressOption A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn’t even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record. The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great. Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin’ Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again. Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him. (39k, E)

☾  One Dollar Yodaby  exclamation: Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he’s been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It’s gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn’t wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them. When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing. (10k, M)

☾  By Any Other Name  , by  entangledno: He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it. (33k, E)       

☾  love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket , by thatworldinverted:  “There’s no way you, of all people, could keep your hands off your dick for six days, let alone six weeks.”Six weeks is a long time to go without an orgasm, but when Derek challenges Stiles, all bets are off. (5k, E)   

☾  The Sweetest of Words (Have the Bitterest Taste) , by   Omni  : (Or: Five or so years after the show.  Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus.  Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love.  It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.) (10k, E)

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The Proposition

Prompt: If you do Rafael Casal imagines can you do one where daveed matchmakes you please?

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Summary: Daveed wants to set you up on a blind date.

Word count: 2092

Warnings: None, just fluffy cotton candy.

A/N: Oh god, I loved writing this!!! I wish I could find someone as sweet as the people I write… Writing this made me blush like really hard… I wish I could tag whoever requested this but it was Anon!!! Whoever you are I hope you liked it!

@serkewen12 reeeeead it!!


You flopped into your soft velvet couch. “Uhg I dunnooo.” you groaned hiding your face in the throw pillow, you felt a foot poke into your kidneys causing you to flinch and giggle simultaneously. “You haven’t even heard what I’m going to say, I literally walked in here and told you I had a proposition for you” You rolled over to face Daveed, your roommate sitting across from you, “Propositions are haaaaard.” you whined. Daveed glared at you.

“Are you serious, you won’t even hear what I have to say.” You snorted as you pulled out your phone. “Tell you what, you tell me what you got and I’ll check my schedule.” Daveed leaned his arms on his knees and stared at you. “I have this friend, Rafael, I think you two would be perfect together. I wanna set you up on a blind date.” You hissed in a sharp breath. “Oh, sorry can’t make it.” You lied staring at your blank phone calendar. “I haven’t even told you a date.” he said deadpanned.  You froze as he spoke. “Y/N, you can’t just freeze up.” you stayed still, your eyes unblinking, unwise choice as Daveed bent forward and swiped your phone from your hands. “Dude, what the fuck.” you said moving from your spot, Daveed’s fingers flipped through your phone. “There’s literally nothing on here.” You shrugged and leaned back onto the couch. “How are blind dates even still a thing?”

Daveed snorted still playing with your phone. “How would you know anything is still a thing, you don’t leave this apartment.” You opened your mouth in defense but ended up scoffing. “I-… I  do things. Just yesterday I got a bagel.” Daveed threw your phone back at you almost smacking you right in the face. “You get a bagel everyday.” You unlocked your phone to see what he messed with. “Yeah, but I went to a different shop!” Just as you finished your sentence you opened up your contacts. “Who is Rafa?” You questioned raising an eyebrow, Daveed broke out into a huge grin. “Oh no, no no no.” You moved to delete the mystery mans number, Daveed suddenly hopped to his feet. “So help you god Y/N, you delete that number I’m moving out! Then how will you afford your precious bagels.” You glared at him clenching your jaw. “Fine.” you muttered Daveed smiled as he began backing away.

“I already texted him anyway.” Just then your phone buzzed in your hand. Daveed quickly bolted from the living room and into his bedroom. “Daveed Diggs! I swear to Christ I will murder you!”  

“NOT IF I LOCK MYSELF IN HERE!”

You looked back at your phone and got into your messages. You read the message Daveed so expertly sent.

Y/N: Hey bro, its Daveed.

Rafa: Hey Diggs, you get a new number?

You sighed at the frustrating situation, you had to let him know it wasn’t Daveed, you didn’t want him texting you some random shit meant for Daveed.

Y/N: Hey, this is actually Y/N, Daveeds roommate, hes just being an ass  

Your leg automatically began to bounce out of nervous habit waiting for his reply, your phone buzzed on your lap.

Rafa: Haha, classic. Well Hi, I’m Rafael.

Um, he wanted to actually have a conversation with you?

Y/N: Yeah, I know… you actually wanna keep talking to a stranger?

You glared back at Daveeds door, hoping he could feel your wrath.

Rafa: If you’re a friend of Daveed you’re cool in my book.

You bit at the inside of your cheek, debating on just ignoring him and risk Daveeds threat, or making a new friend. You groaned once more.

Y/N: Where’d you get that line, Cheesy Things to Say: Vol. 1?

Rafa: No.

You sighed at his lack of humor, how was he supposed to be ‘perfect’ for you exactly? Your phone buzzed once more

Rafa: It was Vol. 2

You giggled lightly as you continued to texting the evening away.

Around 6pm Daveed peaked out from his door, you were still sat on the couch bent over your phone.

He strutted out from his room. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” You jumped at the sound of his loud voice. “Jesus, warn a person.” You  placed your hand on your heart. “Getting along with Rafa are we?” You shrugged unwilling to give him any satisfaction. “He’s nice.” Daveed chuckled. “Just nice, sure. Hey, check your calendar for me?” You squinted your eyes and tilted your head confused.

As you opened the calender you saw an event placed in your weekend., scrolling down to around 7pm in bright blue border it read. ‘Date Night With Rafael’ Your shoulders dropped as you tossed your phone on the coffee table. “Daveed, you cannot just control my love life!” You shouted standing from the couch. “I can when its a blind date.” He taunted dashing into the kitchen.


The rest of the week blew by, Saturday was there and the time ticked by quickly, soon you were finishing your makeup in your floor length mirror and zipping up your dress, struggling as your short arms couldn’t reach. “Daveed!” you called out, almost immediately he was at your door. “What, what is it!?” you pouted and pointed to your back. “You gave me heart attack.” He mumbled as he pulled at the zipper, once done up you smoothed down any wrinkles and checked yourself out in the mirror. Your dress was tight and a deep red color with lace over top, with black heels. Daveed wolf whistled from behind you. “Damn girl.” You blushed and pushed him out of your room.

You heart was banging in your chest like a drum.

You pulled up to the restaurant, as you removed the keys from the ignition you sat silently, praying that you wouldn’t make fool of yourself. You heels clicked as you entered, the interior was dim with only candle lighting the atmosphere. You gave your name to the host and he began to lead you to the two person table.

You had arrived first. Or just got stood up.

You ordered a glass of wine as you sat.

A few minutes passed, your wine arrived and as you took your first sip, in he walked. He talked to the host briefly before his eyes found your, he smiled and your heart skipped a beat.

His blond hair was slicked back, his stubble was visible even in the dim light, his crisp white dress shirt with the sleeve rolled up halfway was tucked neatly into his dark jeans. Your breath caught in your throat unfortunately causing you to choke on the sip of wine. You attempted to clear your throat and calm down before he came any closer to you. He licked at his lips as he neared you. “Y/N?” You bit your lip lightly and nodded. “Yes, yes. Hi” you laughed lightly getting up to shake his hand, but he went to hug you, the awkward moment finished when he wrapped his arms around you, his cologne was light and musky. You would’ve melted right then and there if you weren’t in public.

He released you and you both took your seats, the candle light glimmered over his face, as he smiled at you. “Its so great to finally meet you.” you giggled feeling your cheeks heat up. “Yeah, this is great.”

He ordered a bottle of wine, the same as the glass you already had, and you both ordered your food.

The two of you were in your own world as you talked about each other, although you knew some bits about him already you both agreed to save some things for the big night.

His voice was deep and low and you were so entranced by it, you could have listened to it all night.

You fingers brushed one another as you fell further into your deep conversations.

After dinner was over, you were dreading the goodbye about to come but instead he took hold of your hand. “Want to go dancing?” he asked leading you outside. “I’d love to.” you admitted as you blushed deeply. “What about my car?” You asked suddenly remembering your drove separately. “I promise I’ll bring you back.” he said unlocking his car and opening the door for you, you slid in and attempted to calm your heart.

You drove in relative silence, it was comfortable though, you felt like you could relax. His car soon came to a stop as you had arrived at the jazz club.

After opening your door once more and linking arms with you ushering you inside, his hand was almost immediately out for you to take hold of.

A few fast swing dances played,  Rafa spun you around and taught you to do the octopus, you laughed as he spun you outwards and back into his chest and lowering you backwards to the floor, your eyes glued to his. The song then merged into a slow song. He slowly pulled you up and took hold of one hand and rested the other on your waist.

You felt your heart leap into your throat as ‘You Don’t Know Me’ began to play.

He held you close to his chest, you leaned on it as the both of you swayed back and forth slowly, you could hear his heart beating in his chest, it was low pounds and almost hypnotizing. Soon you could hear Rafael humming along to the song, then singing quietly, like it was only for you. You closed your eyes and listened to his voice, it was deep and soothing.

Ooo, you’ll never know, the one who loved you so, oh you don’t know me.’ the song turned from lyrics to a soft jazz guitar riff. “This is kinda a horrible song to be slow dancing to.” you joke your eyes still closed and your head still resting on his chest. He chuckled shaking his chest. “You’re right, but then again it is perfect to dance too, its slow, and low, and got you this close to me.” You felt your face burn up as you hid it away in his chest. “Ah, don’t hide, you’ve got too beautiful of eyes to do that to me.” You bit your lip and smiled up at him.

After that slow dance you both began to leave without a word to each other, but you both knew that it would be the perfect song to end the night with.

The drive back to your car was silent once more, but his hand slid over yours and took hold of it this time, you smiled and watched him drive through the quiet night.

The night was coming to an end as he pulled up next to your lonely car in the now closed restaurants parking lot. You turned to Rafael, your eyes almost sad as you looked at him. “I guess this is goodnight.” You mumbled, Rafa tilted his head to the side. “What? I need to walk to you to your door.” he said winking at you. You laughed lightly as he exited the car and rushed to your side and once again held the door open for you.

His hand intertwined with yours as you took the two steps to your car. “Well, I guess this is goodnight.” he said mimicking your words, you laughed and pushed at his chest lightly. “I’d love to see you again Y/N” he said seriously his eyes unable to look away from your lips, you nodded, a loss for words as he moved closer to you. Your back leaned against your car as he leaned into you, his lips grazing yours for a brief second before they pressed against yours, it was tender and sweet, the scent of him fill your head as his hand rested on your cheek. He unwillingly pulled himself back form the kiss, he smiled gently, giving you goosebumps. “Goodnight Rafael” you whispered out. “Goodnight Y/N” he said pushing your hair from your face and kissing you softly once more.

As you drove home you wished you could turn back and kiss him again, or call him just to hear his voice, or even text him.

As you entered you apartment you fell against the door and sighed like a love sick puppy.

You didn’t notice Daveed in the kitchen eating Chinese food. “That good of night, eh?” He asked causing you to jump, you flipped him off. “You’re lucky you’re a good matchmaker Daveed Diggs.”

Trust Me

[If you read my work on AO3, these are the same characters, but the story is not necessarily of the same plotline.]

Before she had stepped onto the ramp, he had taken her hand and looked pleadingly into her face.

“Trust me.” He had said. Now, her chest tightened as it did then. She took in a quick breath, past and present, and let it out sharply. It hitched a little and her throat burned now as she thought about the future.

She had been gone three months, working in the North Pole before she went back to her duties on the Council. They had exchanged letters regularly, and he always made mention how much he missed her and longed for her return.

But what also came were the newspapers. The Fire Lord would host small fetes and parties on holidays. Gossip columns ran articles about what new lady was seen predominantly with the bachelor Fire Lord. Sokka, unknowing of his sister’s romantic involvement, would joke good-naturedly about how stoic Zuko was being buried in young, beautiful, eligible women.

On one particularly bad night, after Sokka read aloud how Zuko courted the daughter of an Earth Kingdom minister, Katara had slammed her bowl of soup down and left the dining hall. When asked about it later, she had managed something about Zuko not taking anything seriously and didn’t he know how hard things were for people in other places?

But he had asked her to trust him.

She had trusted him before, and it hadn’t worked out. Jet, and even Aang had betrayed her.

And really, could she even blame him? They had already agreed that they could never be together, that they were simply indulging in fatalistic ardor. And she had been gone for three months.

Katara’s hands tightened on the rails. No, they both deserved better. He deserved her trust and she deserved to believe that he would be faithful. She had managed it fine, and she was getting swarmed by just as many suitors. Being the representative of the Southern Water Tribe, a Councilmember in Republic City, and the first ambassador to the Swamp Tribe gave her a lot of status that rivaled that of the Northern Water Tribe leader.

Her father had even almost guilted her into breaking, saying how important it was for Katara to make a good marriage for the prosperity of their people. And, he had asked, wasn’t there that very handsome young man from the Isles Tribe?

Tama had been quite handsome.

He had also been miserable every moment he stayed in the North and had cut his visit short. Katara remembered the first time he had made a visit to the North Pole, and his ultimate secret rendezvous with her. She had asked him if he was cold.

“You are the only thing that can make me tremble.” And when he put his mouth to hers, he was warm.

The ship was pulling into the harbor and Katara moved across the deck toward the tall masked figure who stood beside an open door. Fire Nation ships were still being staffed by the Fire Nation military, though this one was more valet than a warrior. Their mask was still unnerving.

“Do you require anything Master Katara?” The figure asked. The voice, either of its own nature or because of the mask, sounded slightly mumbled and low.

“No, thank you. Are we to dock directly in Republic City?” She asked, turning to look over at the twinkling lights.

“No. The port is still not equipped to handle the larger sea faring vessels. We will be moving onto a small transport momentarily.” They replied and Katara just nodded. The sun was setting and in the dying light, she could see the bobbing shape of a small tug heading toward the larger ship.

“I’ll head down then, and wait for the ramp to drop.” Katara went to move around the figure, but they put out their hand and she halted.

“Unfortunately, the tug is too small for our ramp to safely deploy. You will need to be lowered over the side.” Katara blinked up at them. “Your luggage will follow later.”

“Oh for the love of…..” Katara rubbed her face with both hands and let out a long breath. “Fine.” She turned and marched back to the railing. Putting both hands on the metal bar, she felt the rough bumps in the paint under her palms. Then she huffed as she lifted herself up and over.

“Master Katara!” The figure yelled out. As Katara fell, she called up a column of water.

“That’s what I am, yes.” She said after she had raised herself to a height where she could see the figure. Then she turned and urged the column forward, slowly lowering it till she was even with the tug.

The captain stood on the deck, hat in his hand and his mouth wide open.

“Captain.” Katara greeted as she stepped over the railing and released the water. The man just stared at her. “Am I your only passenger?” The Captain nodded.

“Excellent. Then would you mind turning us around? I have a dinner to attend.”

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After she had been shown to her rooms in the new hotel - which looked out of place in the raw wood and dust of the city - Katara quickly washed and dressed. The dress had been ordered from a local seamstress, as it had been made clear to Katara that even the way she dressed was interpreted politically now. And tonight would be important, regardless of how tired she was because it was a state dinner, held in her honor.

Most times, when something she didn’t want to attend was held in her honor, Katara managed to find an excuse to avoid the whole thing. There were always sick people to tend no matter where she was. But tonight would be different.

Zuko would be there.

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sterek-storiesau  asked:

got any nsfw sterek fanfictions where Derek is like Stiles Pet/slave? if not could you find one where Stiles is like the Pet/slave?

Here are a few 😘 all of these are pet/slave Stiles 😇

Caged Humanity

Summary: The other factors sounded like complete bullshit. Like about Companions having certain dispositions for submission, and a personality built around wanting to please. Fuck that, Stiles was a strong independent man who didn’t need no wolf. Submitting was straight up taught in classes. Don’t talk back, try to reason not argue, never run away when your Mate was in heat. Mate? More like owner. There was a reason Companions were called pets. God Stiles hated it all, the hypocrisy. It was an honor? More like a life sentence. An AU where werewolves are given humans as pets called Companions, and a very begrudging Stiles is taken in by Derek Hale, much to both their displeasure. And then pleasure. Very, very sexual pleasure.

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The Stray

Summary: Stiles wakes up in increments. His head aches and he slowly realizes he’s cold. He whines and forces his eyes open, only to see bars surrounding him. He’s in a cage.

When he tries to struggle to his knees he sees that his hands are encased in some sort of padding. Like boxing gloves, but made out of something softer than leather. He can feel the same thing on his feet and there’s a complicated sort of brace on his legs, keeping them from straightening. Other than that, he’s naked. And his mouth. There’s something covering his mouth and he can’t even pull it away with his hands like this. It feels like some sort of Hannibal Lector mask, straps everywhere— a muzzle, his panicked brain supplies. Another whine bursts out from behind it. “Shh,” a soothing voice says. “Easy, girl.”

OR, Stiles is kidnapped and becomes Derek’s new pet.

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Thank You, Master

Summary: After a long week away, Derek is looking forward to trying out something new with his pet.

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The Making of a Pet

Summary: In order for Humans and Werewolves to live together in harmony, werewolves need their pets.

Every full moon in June all sixteen year old males, and some seventeen year olds, are required to participate in the selection process to qualify for the Pet Run so werewolves in need could choose their pet.

Stiles is sixteen, but he isn’t really pet quality. He thinks.

Derek needs a pet, but he doesn’t want one. He thought.

But in the dark of the night, in the thrill of the hunt, what one thinks and one wants can change…

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Master loves to play Tag with his Pet

Summary: Derek loves a good chase. Therefore, he sends his beloved pet out in the woods, giving him a nice lead before the chase really begins. Chases bring out Derek’s most primal instinct - the need to reproduce - so after the tag game, Derek decides to start a new game with his pet. In bed.

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Golden Boy

Summary: Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can’t really complain about Peter’s ‘gifts’. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It’s just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He’s spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It’s enough that Derek hesitates.

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The stars had hung to the sky’s roof
As if they had been a glimmering candle light
The trees had come out from the earth’s deep heart,
Had got the cradle to wag with untimely wind.

You’ve been in my heart with your endless love for months
You must know how much I love you
Don’t care about nonsensical words, let strangers talk
Loving hearts are making the lover live with love

You are the one for me, I am full of longing
Come to me baby, make my expectancy end
Have such a great love that astonishes me
Let the sunshine become dull near your love.

anonymous asked:

hi! i was wondering if you could find a fic for me. it's system (obvs) and i think it's during a medieval type war with the argents. stiles is sent to derek as a 'gift' from peter and he's left drugged in derek's tent, but derek leaves him alone and has him start helping around?? and camaro is a war horse and erica is a 'slave' too but still awesome as always. thank you!!

I think it’s this one! If I’m wrong let us know.- Anastasia

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Golden Boy by trilliath

(19/19 I 127,727 I Explicit I Sterek)

Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can’t really complain about Peter’s ‘gifts’. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It’s just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He’s spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It’s enough that Derek hesitates.

That’s the Spirit

A fanfic I wrote that’s a loose sequel to phantomrose96′s story, A House Made of Cards. All credit goes to her for the idea!

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Reigen knew something was wrong.

Well, obviously something was wrong. He was dead. An anti-psychic fanatic named Ito had shot him in the face last week.

But it was nothing the great Reigen Arataka, famed psychic mastermind and manager of “Spirits And Such” couldn’t deal with.

He’d mastered the trick of “staying upright while floating”  in the first few days, and was already well on his way to handling his intangibility - he could hold a small object for a solid minute now if he really concentrated.

But the whole “dead and recently come back as a ghost” thing aside, something was wrong.

It was Mob.

Reigen gave a ghost of a sigh as he looked over the dimly-lit reception room of “Spirits And Such.” Or, what was left of it.

The room was hardly recognizable as an office, other than the desk and chairs that been patched up and rearranged in a more-or-less proper office setup.

As for the rest of the place, the floor was only just maneuverable between piles of hastily swept-away rubble, and the walls were a network of cracks that threatened to collapse any minute. Orange sunlight streamed through the holes that were left of the windows, throwing the piles of debris into sharp contrast.

It was the shattered epicenter of Mob’s explosion when he had found out.

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THE TOMB IN THE DAYTIME, and when wreathed with fresh flowers, had looked grim and gruesome enough; but now some days afterwards, when the flowers hung lank and dead, their whites turning to rust and their greens to browns; when the spider and the beetle had resumed their accustomed dominance; when time-discoloured stone, and dust-encrusted mortar, and rusty, dank iron, and tarnished brass and clouded silver-plating gave back the feeble glimmer of a candle, the effect was more miserable and sordid than could have been imagined. It conveyed irresistibly the idea that life – animal life – was not the only thing that could pass away  /   brought to death by Ash.  Mutuals only, non - selective  +  general trigger warning.

Sterek Slave AUs

Sterek Slave AU’s. Both Slave!Stiles and Slave!Derek. So if you needed a little angst after all the mushy valentine’s day reads, here ya go!! 

Unchained by exclamation | 156,119

Werewolves are considered little better than animals and often treated much worse, forced into slavery from birth. Derek has been owned by enough humans to know their cruelty. When he’s bought by Stiles, he expects more of the same. But Stiles is not like any human he’s dealt with before.

Stiles meanwhile is horrified to learn of the treatment werewolves suffer on a daily basis, and he must deal with the fact that his best friend is out there somewhere, probably going through everything Derek has been through.

When Rome’s in Ruins (We are the Lions) by Kedreeva | 209,091

Humankind has turned arena battles between supernatural creatures into its largest form of entertainment. Stiles Stilinski is a well-known warden who comes to arena-fighter Derek Hale to make him an offer.

Bodies Can Be Bought But the Heart Cannot Be Owned; Only Given Freely by kyrene | 102,965

In a world where the human race is enslaved by the werewolf race, Derek Hale struggles to recover from the damage caused to his teenage self by the human, Kate Argent. More to the point, he doesn’t believe that slavery is right. But each werewolf gets a personal slave when they become an adult and he’s long overdue.

The moment he sets eyes on the filthy, naked slave in the corner of the packed warehouse, Derek knows he has to bring him home. But can he ever gets Stiles, who has never known a kind owner before, to trust that he’s finally found a safe place?

This Was How Legends Were Made by Delta_Immortal | 108,501

Caught between the Hales and the Argents in their war, Stiles finds himself a slave of the great Hale pack. Stiles spends each day working hard, hoping to earn his freedom and see his sick father. It also seems each day he’s capturing more and more attention from Derek, the young Hale lord. Stiles tells himself it’s mostly because Derek is merely trying to figure out how to send the annoying, useless slave away- not because of affection, despite the tales coming from the rumor mill.

It doesn’t matter what Derek’s intentions are. Stiles can’t bother with love right now. He’s got to keep his head down and survive long enough to keep his promise to Kate Argent. After all, she’s promised to keep his father safe.

Here at the End of All Things by queenitsy | 25,150

Stiles could still remember Derek with a slave collar, so much younger: his face contorted with pain when he couldn’t change on the full moon, his hand scrabbling at his neck like he was being choked. His fingers wrapped around the moonstone and metal, pulling and tearing for all he was worth, but still not strong enough to break it. How Derek had collapsed back against the wall in defeat, hands clenched into useless fists.

Stiles shuddered at the memory, not sure that Derek would survive it this time if they collared him. Scratch that – sure Derek wouldn’t want to survive it this time. He’d rather die than live as a slave to the Argents.

Golden Boy by trilliath | 114,904 | WIP

Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can’t really complain about Peter’s ‘gifts’. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It’s just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He’s spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It’s enough that Derek hesitates.

Chosen by exclamation | 99,098

By tradition, when the Hale heir comes of age, the alpha can choose one boy to serve as the heir’s slave for a month. When Peter Hale chooses Stiles, Stiles expects to spend a month being used and abused. But it seems Derek Hale doesn’t want a sex slave any more than Stiles wants to be one.

Unfortunately, they’re stuck with each other. They have to make it through the next month without killing each other, and without getting Peter Hale to order Stiles’ death.

Meanwhile, Stiles wants to know why exactly Peter picked him.

Defiance and Progress by rosepetals42 | 92,176

When Derek literally stumbles into Stiles at a slave auction, he expects to buy him and his friend and stop worrying about him. He expects it to be simple and easy. But there’s nothing simple or easy about “owning” Stiles. And Derek never does stop worrying.

Pack Up; Don’t Stray by the_deep_magic | 55,220

Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

Want is a Dangerous Thing by grimm | 19,250

It was bad enough that Derek was so terrible at meeting people that he had to buy himself a mate, but it was even worse that his mother called a pack meeting about it. Laura was never, ever going to let him live this down.

Not As Described by Febricant | 81,041

Stiles may have made a huge mistake.

a little advice for aspiring fires by The Byger (Byacolate) | 42,182

Regardless of his sadly lacking social circle, Stiles was going to have to get some physical contact or he was going to explode. Seriously. It’d be messy and Derek would probably become even more emotionally constipated having to clean up little bits of Stiles from his pristine walls and furniture.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla) | 149,179

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

Behind the Mask by exclamation | 110,527

In a world where werewolves are a ruling class, Derek Hale is one of the least regarded of the alphas. If he’s to hold his rank and get in a position to do some good, he can’t afford to show weakness. Having human body slaves is a mark of status and so there are certain expectations of how he treats his slaves Stiles and Scott.

When Sheriff Stilinski comes to Derek to beg for his son’s freedom, he glimpses a world of deception and secrets where perception is everything.

Things get even more complicated, when Derek finds himself falling for Stiles.

Don’t Wake Me Up by tylerfucklin (zimothy) | 18,338

“Look at me,” Laura commanded. The druid remained still, but Derek could see the way his lip twitched and his heart beat picked up just the tiniest bit. Laura grabbed at his chin, forcing his head up. “Look at me.”

At first, there was no response, a split second of hesitation, and then the druid’s eyes came up, ghosting over Laura’s face for a moment and then focusing on some distant point past her ear.

“Good enough.” Laura muttered, letting go and turning to Derek. “Get this one,” she snapped.

Best Thing by 74days | 59,738

In a world where the supernatural is widely known, The Others (or werewolves) are treated like Royalty. Every year, they pick a handful of people from nearby towns to Serve - unpaid. Stiles was one of the 'lucky’ ones to get picked, although he’s not very happy about it…

Caged Humanity by Ember | 55,233

The other factors sounded like complete bullshit. Like about Companions having certain dispositions for submission, and a personality built around wanting to please. Fuck that, Stiles was a strong independent man who didn’t need no wolf. Submitting was straight up taught in classes. Don’t talk back, try to reason not argue, never run away when your Mate was in heat. Mate? More like owner. There was a reason Companions were called pets. God Stiles hated it all, the hypocrisy. It was an honor? More like a life sentence.

Date ~ Dandy Mott

Requested - Can you do a dandy Mott from American horror story imagine please :) Hope you like it :) First of all I don’t know who Dandy Mott is so I’m sorry if this is a little off! Secondly, I’ve had another request for an imagine for Dandy Mott, however I don’t do smut.

“What are you doing tonight?” Dandy asks you walking into the room where you were sat working. 

“Nothing, why?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at your boyfriend as he lent against your desk. 

“I’m taking you to dinner.” He announces, swooping down to kiss you on the cheek. You laughed at his behaviour and shook your head. 

Two hours later you and Dandy were dressed up ready to go out for dinner. He had known that you wanted to visit the new restaurant that had opened in town and so he had booked a table for the two of you. 

“You look amazing!” He says as you walked into the room. 

“Thank you, you look pretty good yourself.” You wink at him as you take his arm and walk out of the house. 

Dandy had booked a car to take you to the restaurant which was sat outside waiting for you. He held open your door for you as you climbed into the car. Dandy then walked around to the other side of the car and slid in next to you, holding your hand during the journey. 

The restaurant was beautiful, full of candles glimmering in the dark night as couples sat laughing and eating. The two of you were led to a table set for two towards the back of the restaurant with a view of the river and the glistening lights of the city. 

Dandy took your hand across the table and held onto it as you sat there and ordered. The night was perfect as you both caught up on what you had been up to the previous week. 

Although it was just an evening out you appreciated moments like this with your boyfriend, they were what got you through the long week. 

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For Never Was There a Story of More Woe Than Those Who Reside in Monticello - Part 3 (Alexander Hamilton/Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Ok so I have officially moved! I am exhausted and busy, so I hope you guys will be ok with me taking some time to get back into the groove of things! I really, really appreciate @katiethemstie‘s writing during this time especially!!


The war that Hamilton and Jefferson were waging over you really had you on edge. You had no idea who to choose and neither of them seemed to be backing down anytime soon. But what really had you on edge this week, what really made you nervous, was uncommon.

They seemed to be getting along.

In the cafeteria, you’d spy them together, talking closely over a notebook, John Laurens and James Madison at their sides. When they saw you, Thomas would close the book and Alexander would distract you through sweet-talk. You wanted to be suspicious, but Alexander really knew how to make you blush…

You asked Angelica about it, but she shrugged and replied, “Stranger things have happened, though not by very much.”

Nevertheless, this morning, you were ready to trudge back into classes.

You froze. How much time did you have to get there? You went to check your phone and saw the date.

It was your birthday. With everything going on in your life, you hadn’t even realized. Sure, you talked about it, but it really crept up on you.

Then you saw the time. Late. This was going to be a fantastic birthday.

Your day of classes was ordinary. It almost pained you to spend your special day this way. Worst of all, no one seemed to remember. You just wouldn’t bring it up; it didn’t matter, anyways.

When you had finally reached your dorm room, ready to collapse into bed, you received a text from Angelica. “Come to the bar on Mercer Street!! Urgent!!!!”

You drove in a hurry to the bar and burst through the door. “What’s going-”

“SURPRISE!” Every one of your friends was standing there.

Smiling, you shook your head. “I really should have known,” you laughed. “Thank you all.”

“You really should thank Alex and Thomas.” Angelica winked. “Don’t know how they did it, but they actually worked together to plan this for you.”

“Really?” You gaped at them.

Alexander shrugged. “Jefferson and I don’t normally agree on anything, but we both think you deserve to have a wonderful day.”

“Well, you deserve to have every day be a wonderful day,” Thomas stated.

“That goes without saying,” Alexander snapped.

“Don’t you usually have to have everything spelled out for you?”

Alexander opened his mouth, but Angelica spoke before him. “They’ve both agreed to not fight tonight, right, boys?

They sighed as if their mother was disciplining them. “Right.”

“I do appreciate it.” You smiled.

“Let’s get to the best part!” Peggy cheered.

“I made you a cake.” Eliza held it out. It was beautifully frosted with blue icing and it looked like there was chocolate inside. The candles glimmered in the dim light.

“Thank you, Eliza!” You grinned. She put the cake on a table and you hugged her tightly.

“Make a wish!” Peggy prodded.

You looked at it. “I have no idea what to wish for…”

“I know what I’d wish for.” Thomas winked.

“Can’t tell or it won’t come true,” Alexander teased.

You blew out the candles. You wished for, plain and simply, a good resolution - that whatever’s meant to happen will happen.

While Eliza cut the cake (because she didn’t trust anyone else there with a knife), Alexander wrapped you in his arms. “There’s a gift for you on the table.”

“I got you something too,” Thomas added. “It’s the bigger box on the table.”

“Compensating for something?” He glared.

“Why, Alexander, we said we would be civil tonight. Or do you need me to tell you how to be a gentleman?”

Alexander released you, starting towards Thomas, but Hercules Mulligan ran to stand firmly in between them.

“I’ll open them both, okay?” You started towards the gifts, trying to avoid the sight of John Laurens starting a food fight with Lafayette. “This one must be Thomas’.” Inside the box was a beautiful, white, flowing dress. All you could do was stare at it.

“Whoa!” Peggy’s eyes widened. “That’s gorgeous!”

“She saw it when we were out together,” Thomas explained. “I offered to buy it for her, and she said no, but I’m not the type of guy who gives up easily.”

You could’ve sworn you heard Alexander scoff, but you just put the dress back into the box. “I don’t want to ruin it. Thank you, Thomas.” You kissed his cheek.

The Schuyler sisters snickered at his dazed expression.

“Now, Alexander’s.” You opened the box and held up a large stack of papers.

“It’s four month’s worth of love letters.” He blushed. “I know I can’t afford nice things like that, but I think you’re more valuable.”

“Aww…” You kissed his cheek, and he turned redder.

“That should satisfy them,” Angelica laughed. “Now, cake!”

You ate and talked with all of your friends; this was the happiest you’d been in a long time. No problems, no stress, Alexander and Thomas a safe distance away from each other…it was like nothing could go wrong.

Until your song came on. “I love this song!” You smiled.

“May I have this dance, dear lady?” Alexander bowed dramatically; you giggled and took his hand.

He twirled you around and swayed back and forth with you, gazing adoringly at you. His footwork was almost impeccable; it was clear that he had practiced a lot. “You’re very light on your feet,” you giggled.

“As are you.” He grinned. “Beautiful and graceful is a good combination.”

You smiled ecstatically, finishing the dance and bowing to him. You walked back with him to the table. There was a new face there: a very loosely dressed girl chatting with John. You looked, but there was barely any room left for you.

“I guess you’ll just have to sit on my lap,” Thomas offered, clearly enjoying the situation.

Alexander glared, but you set yourself gently on Thomas’ lap, blushing.

“I’m remembering every memory of ours.” He rested his chin on your shoulder affectionately. “Every moment has been beautiful.”

“Hey, Thomas,” Alexander smirked, “remember when you tried to pick up Angelica?”

“Remember when you did?”

“Don’t bring me into this!” Angelica exclaimed.

“Since Jefferson always needs to show off-”

“At least I have something to show off, and a beautiful girl on my lap.”

“Yeah, because she had nowhere else to go!”

“Didn’t you two say you wouldn’t fight?” It just slipped out of your mouth. They both looked at you, anger melting away into shame.

They both grumbled apologies and looked away, not talking for the rest of the night. Overall, your birthday was a great one, and they put their feud out of the way to show you a fantastic time, but the problem loomed over your head like a little black raincloud. Jefferson or Hamilton?

A Sterek rec list of fics I’ve read recently :)))

Dancing (With Another Man) by perksofbeingaiko

Derek Hale fell in love with Stiles Stilinski the moment he laid eyes on him. The boy was imperfect, vibrant, and confusing - everything Derek never knew he was missing in his life. The problem, though, is that Derek doesn’t want to ruin his newly formed friendship with the boy. But with each day that passes, Derek finds that his chances start to run thin, until his world turns over completely when Stiles gets a boyfriend.  

the moon’s gonna follow me home by turningterrific

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

Versus by secondstar

At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life.

Night Owls Early Birds by Lissadiane

Confession: Stiles is afraid of having magic.

The Spark had been cool. It had been small, manageable. He could do some funky stuff with Mountain Ash, all with the power ofbelief.

And now here he is, his Spark blown wide open, apparently coming down with a fatal case of magical overload, and all that stands between him and bleeding out is a grumpy owl that looks suspiciously like a feathered version of Derek Hale.

(In which Stiles learns he’s a witch, but instead of a wand and a trip to Diagon Alley, he gets blood magic, a grumpy and reluctant owl as his companion, and an accidental blood bond with Derek Hale.)

Acacia Honeymoon Hotel by blue_fjords

After dancing around the attraction for years, Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa McCall have finally gotten together. Same goes for Derek and Stiles. Everything is aces. Except the Sheriff and Melissa haven’t told their sons about their relationship, and Stiles hasn’t told his father about Derek. Everything comes to a head during one crazy weekend at the Acacia Honeymoon Hotel. 

There’s a Howling Beneath My Skin by lunacanislupus_22

Cora inclines her head pointedly and he realises he’s half perched on the deck chair, ready to leap up and fight at a moment’s notice. Or run. He shrugs out of his dad’s jacket, folding it over the edge of the chair, and then crosses his arms.

He’s relaxed, okay? He took the jacket off. He’s plenty relaxed.

Or Derek’s obligatory vacation fic in South America after he left Beacon Hills (for good?)

A Wolf For Christmas by WordsandChocolate

Stiles is enjoying his new-found spark powers, and has come to terms with his unrequited feelings for Derek. Mostly. But with monsters, enemies and Christmas fast approaching- who knows what will change?

Our Bond Soars Higher Than the 60th Floors, But You Can’t Keep Me Safe by Delta_Immortal 

After the destruction of his City-Country Beacon Hills, Stiles and other omega refugees are still penniless despite being hired by the Argent Cooperation of the city Nemeton. Occasionally an omega does get “loaned” to a wealthy citizen, but always right before their heat and they never come back. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on there.

Stiles is busy trying earn enough money through odd computer security jobs to finally get out of this dangerous sham. Plus, since werewolves are frowned upon in Nemeton, half his extra money goes to Scott. With his impulsive nature, Stiles has his hands full. There’s no time for heat, for Alphas, or for bonds.

Until Derek Hale, one of Nemeton’s most successful lawyers and wealthiest citizens, comes to visit and immediately forms a strong… obsession with Stiles. Stiles had better find some extra time soon, because with Derek comes a sudden price on Stiles’s head. Someone is out for Stiles’s blood.

Be Near Me by alenie

It’s been over three months since John found out that werewolves are real when Stiles goes to the grocery store one night and doesn’t come back.

I Still Believe by IAmVeronica

War is hell.
Falling in love with enemy solider Derek Hale, secretly mating him, and then accidentally being left behind by him when the war suddenly and violently ends is a special kind of hell apparently reserved for one human omega Stiles Stilinski.
But Stiles is determined to find his mate again, because Derek left more than just Stiles in a war-ravaged and werewolf-hating country - and with danger at every turn and nothing but Derek’s gun and his own wits for protection, hell hath no fury like Stiles now. 

Thank You For This Dance by matildajones

Derek picks up another glass of champagne, and that’s when he sees him. A man stands at the edge of the room, chewing his lip and staring at the dance floor longingly.

Every person walks past him. Derek must have done it a hundred times this evening.

Derek is not one for dancing, but at a ball he meets Stiles, an orphan, and he becomes quickly attached. He does not care what other people think about Stiles’ wealth and status, but it’s a lot harder for Stiles to ignore the comments that have haunted him his whole life.

It’s even harder to convince Stiles that Derek’s feelings are genuine

Golden Boy by trilliath

Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can’t really complain about Peter’s ‘gifts’. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It’s just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He’s spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It’s enough that Derek hesitates.

Famous Last Words: Made Them Do It Series by JenNova

anonymous asked:

Dude, your posts recently came across my dash. These are some dope ass rec's. Do you have any recommendations over 50k?

Omg, Nonni, Opening my box and seeing this was the best thing ever! Thanks for putting a huge smile on my face :) And heck yes, I dig me some novel length fics! These are my faves..

According to Plans by  eldee | 72.7K

Five times Stiles and Derek pretend to be boyfriends, and the one time they didn’t have to pretend at all. (Or: in which Stiles’ plan for senior year is completely ruined by a supernatural creature stalking him.)

Versus by  secondstar | 94.5K

At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life.

Commands and Contrasts by  ravingrevolution | 88.3K

Stiles attended all the home economics classes, like a good omega, and took all his pills, like a good omega, and outwardly submitted to authority, like a good omega, but he didn’t buy into the whole structure dynamic thing. He just didn’t.

Permanent Fixture by  linksofmemories | 80.7K

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

Dating Backwards by  RemainNameless | 85.8K

Pornstars Derek and Stiles work for the same company. Derek only shoots with werewolves and Stiles only shoots with humans. That’s not going to change after they meet. It’s really not.
(It might.)

Pack Up; Don’t Stray by  the_deep_magic | 55.2K

Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

The Skies Above are Blue by  Trelkez | 95.2K

Derek is a wedding DJ. Stiles just happens to go to a lot of weddings.

A Desperate Arrangement by  mikkimouse | 115.5K

“I’m sorry, I believe there’s something wrong with my hearing,” Stiles said. “Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me.”

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn’t misheard a damn thing.

Golden Boy by  trilliath | 127.7K

Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can’t really complain about Peter’s ‘gifts’. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It’s just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He’s spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It’s enough that Derek hesitates.

Reason For Call by  74days | 58.9K

Stiles has been working in his call-centre booth for nearly 5 years when he first hears the voice of the new IT guy. Surely anyone who sounds like that has got to be H.O.T
Stiles takes it upon himself to get to know him better. The only problem is, he’s got no idea what he looks like…

nosetothewind94  asked:

Happy, Sterek filled New Year to all the mods! Could you pretty please update the drunk / drugged tags? Thank you and keep on rocking! :)

keep on keeping on

drugged!stiles

And I’m Locked in Your Mind by Marishna (1/1 | 3,752 | R)

“Stiles.”

Usually the trees didn’t talk when they came to him.

“Yes?” He asked and his voice sounded weird to him, so calm and matter-of-fact.

He burst into giggles.

Golden Boy by trilliath (16/17 | 105,130 | NC17)

Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can’t really complain about Peter’s ‘gifts’. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It’s just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He’s spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It’s enough that Derek hesitates.

Side Effects May Vary by SpryteStories (1/1 | 2,266 | G)

He could probably do that later today, after all, Scott had said it was nothing to worry about.

But given those two, that had endless possibilities.

Scott had once said there was nothing to be worried about when Stiles had gotten shit-faced drunk and began a one-man town-wide game of hide 'n seek with a little help from a trick Deaton taught him about hiding his scent.

If Stiles being in the hospital was 'nothing to worry about’ there was a strong possibility that he had upwards or two broken bones and a serious fine to pay courtesy of the Beacon Hills Police Department.

Derek heaved a sigh and grabbed his car keys.

i’ll be the one you won’t forget by spiekiel (1/1 | 2,203 | PG13)

Derek answers the phone. “Argent,” he grumbles warningly.

“I know,” Allison says, “you have that whole rule about 'no calling past ten o'clock unless someone is dead or dying’, but - ”

“What do you want?”

It sounds like Allison’s out somewhere, the beat of base-driven club music slamming in the background. “Someone tried to roofie the pack. We, uh - sort of lost Stiles.”

drugged!derek

Don’t Run by Kindred (1/1 | 3,359 | R)

A hunter with the cockiness of Flashheart (Blackadder) shots Derek with a untested dart and well things go from there.

Stiles turns out to be a bit more special than very one thought.

Your Hands on Me by Emela (1/1 | 2,018 | PG13)

“Can you rub my belly?” he asked seriously.
“Excuse me?” Stiles’ eyes widened.
“Can you rub my belly,” he said again, face still serious. “But maybe without making any dog jokes? I just…I feel like I need it and…and I don’t want to ask anyone else.”

OR

The one where Derek gets drugged and just wants Stiles to touch him.

All Is Fair In Drug and Love. by TimeWindow (1/1 | 2,022 | G)

Stiles and Derek have this whole Valentine’s Day thing down. Some candles, some chocolate covered strawberries, some champagne and a nice warm bath together.
But a pre-gift seem to have gotten in the way, causing Derek to be loopy… or maybe Valentine’s Day is not completely ruined.

drunk!stiles

I think I fell in love again(and I’m already in over my head) by Wrxter (1/1 | 1,203 | G)

Derek works at a Tattoo Parlour. He loves it, but it gets a little dull sometimes. Add drunk Stiles with a good idea and everything in Derek’s life get’s a little more exciting.

Wistful Thinking by yodasyoyo (1/1 | 1,837 | PG13)

Unfortunately Derek has had a crush on Stiles for years. It’s not like Stiles has ever noticed him though.

Property of Derek by WyldeWombat (1/1 | 2,599 | PG13)

Prompt: “You can’t get tattooed drunk, come back in the morning and if you still want my name on your ass we’ll talk” AU

Stiles and Scott just graduated college. Stiles may or may not have had a little too much to drink, and he may or may not have dragged Scott into a wolf-friendly tattoo parlor to get tattoos, where he may or may not have encountered a gorgeous tattoo artist who should really just put his name on Stiles.

Yeah. That happened.

drunk!derek

Save Me from Tears by hazelNuts (1/1 | 1,566 | PG13)

anonymous asked: “I know it’s a little early but i would love if you could please write a Christmas Sterek story where a drunk Derek starts sing Last Christmas loudly when he mistakes a friendly hug between Allison and his mate for more.”

Derek is sitting on the couch, sipping his wolfsbane spiked Christmas punch, wedged between Stiles and Scott, who talking enthusiastically about their plans for the next day. They’ve decided there’s going to be a snowman-building competition.
There’s a warmth in Derek’s chest and a smile on his face. Stiles called it “dopey”. Derek doesn’t care. They’re on their second annual Christmas pack retreat and everything is okay. He and Stiles are great, everybody is alive and in one piece, and almost everybody is here. Only Allison and Isaac have yet to arrive.

I’ll Wait Up For You, Dear by WhoNatural (1/1 | 5,440 | PG13)

Derek is the Uber driver who always seems to be up when Stiles needs a ride home from work.

altered permanence by sterekfluffer (teampancakes) (1/1 | 11,615 | R)

‘Dude, you had sex with your boss?’ Scott says incredulously, turning to Stiles, pizza forgotten.

‘Technically, he had sex with me, if you know what I mean,’ Stiles winks and waggles his eyebrows exaggeratedly, taking a loud slurp of his soda. He grins when Scott makes a face and covers his eyes. 'Too much information, Stiles.’ Scott says, holding up a hand.

'He’s like the hottest man I’ve ever seen, dude, and he wants to have hot, kinky sex with me. What can be better than that? It’s like my every teenage wet dream come true, except a thousand times better,’ Stiles says, pulling up Google on his phone and typing in 'Derek Hale’. He flips the phone so Scott can see pictures of the dark haired, sexy guy with the most perfect green-blue eyes and stubble. Oh, that stubble, Stiles closes his eyes and smiles, the memory of its rough feel against his burning skin still vivid in his mind.