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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.
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.”

~

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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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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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.

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?

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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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.

At the final rehearsal of the opera Mozart was not at all satisfied with the efforts of a young and very pretty girl, the possessor of a voice of greater purity than power, to whom the part of Zerlina had been allotted. The reader will remember that Zerlina, frightened at Don Giovanni’s too pronounced love-making, cries for assistance behind the scenes. In spite of continued repetitions, Mozart was unable to infuse sufficient force into the poor girl’s screams, until at last, losing all patience, he clambered from the conductor’s desk on to the boards. At that period neither gas nor electric light lent facility to stage mechanism. A few tallow candles dimly glimmered among the desks of the musicians, but over the stage and the rest of the house almost utter darkness reigned. Mozart’s sudden appearance on the stage was therefore not noticed, much less suspected, by poor Zerlina, who at the moment when she ought to have uttered the cry received from the composer a sharp pinch on the arm, emitting, in consequence, a shriek which caused him to exclaim: “Admirable! Mind you scream like that tonight!”
—  Joseph Svoboda, concert master of the premiere of Don Giovanni
July Fic Recs

Random fic recs for the holiday (for the americans)

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.

*****so good! Seriously, don’t let the wordiness scare you. It’s amazing!

Fold In Gently by  thepsychicclam | 4.1K

Derek is going to kill Cora. He’s going to kill her numerous times. One death is not enough punishment for what she’s making him do.

Cora’s making Derek take baking classes.

The Kiss Doctor by  bleep0bleep | 3.5K

“That’s me,” Derek says. “Are you, um— the Kiss Doctor?”
“Stiles,” is the reply, and the guy grins. It’s charming.

But In Case I Stand One Little Chance by  mikkimouse | 8.6K

Stiles’s Jeep breaks down in the middle of the snowstorm. He’s rescued by his high school crush, and as the cherry on top, is trapped in a cabin with said crush until the roads clear.

Fuck his life.

Hunger For Your Touch by  WhoNatural | 42.1K 

“I got you, my dad, a gorgeous home… a freaking cat… Guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

It does.

****Angst with a happy ending…bring tissues

i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me) by  bleep0bleep | 10.5K

Derek gets in an accident and loses a few years of his memory; suddenly everything is different— he’s not a freshman loser anymore, but a popular senior, captain of the basketball team, a shoo-in for prom king, too, and he should have everything he’s ever wanted— except he doesn’t seem to be friends with Stiles anymore.

The Curly Fries Show with Stiles Stilinski by  howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf) | 15.6K

Five times Stiles interviewed celebrities for his popular YouTube show, ‘The Curly Fries Show with Stiles Stilinski’, and one time he was the one interviewed.

Or

Five times Stiles hung out with his attractive, adorable, bashful, architect building-mate Derek Hale and one time he hung out with his attractive, adorable, bashful, architect building-mate, boyfriend Derek Hale.

awful, wonderful you by  stilinskisparkles | 16.9K

Truth be told, Derek was suffering from the mild delusion he lived in all summer wherein he actually thought this year might be different, and he might, perhaps, be able to bury the hatchet with Stiles and start over.

The superglue that’s destroyed a ninety dollar pair of pants, however, says otherwise. Derek knows how this play goes down; eventually, he’s going to have to climb out of the pants and trudge back to his dorm half naked. Stiles will gloat for a damn week; Derek will have to put up with constant remarks about Stiles getting him out of his pants… Dammit, he’s actually going to get Derek out of his pants, and it’s not even close to the way he pictured it happening.

strmpilot-deactivated20160328  asked:

Thank you for answering my last message about the Pillow Forts! X - I was wondering I could also grab an update for some Royalty!Derek and Slave!Stiles? Thankkkk you! You guys are still #1 in my eyes. <3

heres some slave stiles (some have royal derek, some don’t)

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.

Chosen by exclamation (22/22 |  99,098 | NC17)

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 (10/10 | 92,176 | R)

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.

This Was How Legends Were Made by Delta_Immortal (8/8 | 108,501 | NC`7)

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.

Luminous Beings Are We by badwolfbadwolf (5/? | 12,136 | NC17)

Derek doesn’t know why he’s at the omega auction house buying a dirty, sullen slave labeled as “defective” because he cannot produce offspring. But there’s something in his scent, warm and soft beneath the dirt, that has Derek signing the papers and packing him in his car with little more thought than ’This one’.

The King and The Whore by bigredcrazyk (1/1 | 1,678 | R)

Stiles didn’t understand the purpose for receiving a royal summons. He was no more than a common tramp; a slave whore who belonged to Lord Jordan Parrish and served at his prominent brothel in Beacon Hills, capital city of the kingdom ruled by Derek Hale. Derek was a vivacious, young monarch with a tenacity for conquest and glory, but also a fair and just leader that the people of his kingdom had not known in recent years after Peter, Derek’s uncle and rightly nicknamed the Tyrant King among both friend and foe, had dominated the lands mercilessly and executed many of his own court upon paranoid accounts of treason. Peter met his timely fate at the end of an assassin’s sharp daggar, and although it was never discovered who hired the king slayer, many whispers contributed his death to the lords of Beacon Hills rather than foreign rivals…..

An Unhappy Party | Closed

The light filled the room, the chandeliers glimmering with every single candle flame. The entire place glittered, from Crystal toboggan him. He loved the appearance of parties. Being at them? Different story. He hated the pressure. Every time his father threw a party, it was to find him an eligible woman. He hated this. He missed… No. Don’t think about him.

John grabbed a drink from passing waitstaff.

anonymous asked:

any updates in the royalty tag?

Our Rightful Place by tearsandholdme (1/? | 4,141 | Rated M)

Not only was Stiles an omega and a prince but he was a prize to be won. Love, happiness, family, in a world like this that was no endgame and you were driven by duty and honor. Finding a man barely alive was not part of Stiles’ plan but neither was falling in love with him.
Falling in love though is never that simple and with it comes consequences Stiles never imagined happening.

Destiny’s Not Easy to Run From by brokenangelintheground (complete | 99,490 | Rated E)

Stiles is an up-and-coming witch, although his powers are not as impressive as they could be. He can cast minor spells here and there but nothing more. He helps Deaton with a small stand in the city square of Beacon Hills where he makes dream catchers. Enter Derek Hale. Prince of Beacon Hills. Derek dreams of much more than his life gives him. He doesn’t want a life of politics and servants. He wants to be free.
Under the full moon one fateful night, their paths cross in the forest. From that day forward, their lives take an unexpected turn.

Golden Boy by trilliath (1/16 | 5,539 | Rated E)

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.

Consort to the King by Ember (complete | 26,257 | Rated E)

King Derek, alphas of alphas, ruler of the realms, lord of the city of Beacon Hills, has just asked newly discovered omega Stiles to be his consort and mate. And Stiles, being the lowly commoner that he is, has no choice but to say yes. Will the King’s past allow him to love again? Will Stiles ever escape the confines of his new mate’s possessive will? Can there be love once more in the castle? Or perhaps, yet again, another betrayal?

Parachute by GlamPenny (20/? | 75,485 | Rated E)

King John and Queen Talia arrange the marriage of the sons, Derek and Stiles. Neither son is looking forward to the arranged marriage. Especially with Peter pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Beth explained to him that she thought it was pretty that somebody took the time and effort to put makeup on the dead bodies at the funeral home, to keep them alive in a sense, for their relatives to see. Daryl just didn’t understand that. She opened his eyes to the fact that there are good people out there. So many bad things have happened to both, but she shows him it doesn’t have to be this hard, that maybe there’s a glimmer of hope, a candle at the end of the tunnel showing him there’s the possibility of a good life. […] People hinted that there was more of a love thing going to happen, but I think it was much more a basic need to have something good in the world. Beth showed him that’s possible, and I think he was clinging to that hope. Then, of course, she gets ripped away from him.
—  Norman Reedus - Walking Dead Magazine Issue #9  (thanks blondietvjunkie for sending me the scans!) 

anonymous asked:

Piper goes for a massage. Alex is the masseuse. you know how that goes ;)

I get sports massages all the time, and let me tell you that shit is not romantic, so this is probably a little inaccurate. Thanks for the prompt :)

Piper Chapman is an easy woman to please. She enjoys the simpler things in life; she takes her wine red and her coffee black, her furniture leather and her life quiet. The swanky, over priced hotel she currently finds herself in caters to her every whim and then some, with its not one but two restaurants that use organic ingredients and its large spa and wellness centre. This is where the blonde finds herself now, padding down the spiralling, carpeted staircase in her flip-flops, loose shorts and baggy t shirt, a hair tie on her right wrist and keycard grasped in her left hand. She’s booked in for a massage, encouraged by her friend who had ranted and raved about the masseuse despite her cold, calculated method.

Two hours. Full body massage.

Piper can’t wait.

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"Prom?" - Matt Espinosa Imagine

boy/character: matthew espinosa

request: yuppers, unpredictable-teen02

warnings/rate: noneeeeeee

authors notes: happy birthday (sorry if i posted it after your birthday) love always x

Rubbing my eyes I sit up in my bed. Can’t I just sleep forever? 11:38am the blinking clock reads on my white night stand. Moving my hand around my night stand I try to find my phone. I finally find it and I type in my passcode sliding the phone on. I click on the Twitter app and look at my dozens of tweets wishing me a happy birthday. I reply to them all, smiling as I click on my messages. No texts from Matt but all the other boys…strange. Maybe he’s just sleeping. I think as place my feet on the wooden floor. I walk into the bathroom turning the shower on in routine. Placing my phone on the counter I hit the shuffle button on my music, waiting for the songs to play. Yawning I tug my shirt over my head, hopping into the steaming hot shower. Grabbing the coconut scented shampoo, I scrub my hair and rinse it as I hymn along to “Disconnected” by 5sos. When I’m finally done showering I step out onto the bath mat and grab my towel drying off. Opening my closet I search through my clothes I spot the new dress from forever21 I’ve been waiting to wear on my birthday. Tugging it on over my underwear and bra I take the tags off the floral purple dress. Grabbing the towel off the floor I wrap my hair in it. I glance at the clock one last time before I walk out of my room and into the kitchen. 12:03pm the clock reads. Opening a bag of granola I plop down on the couch turning on the tv. Flipping through the channels I finally decide on “How I Met Your Mother”. I stare at the TV blankly as I think about how Matt hasn’t texted me yet. A knock at the front door draws me away from the television and I hop off the couch to the front door. I open the door to see Matt standing there, head down distracted by his phone. “Hello,” I smile waiting for the usual ‘happy birthday’ response, “earth to Matthew.”

“Oh hey babe,” he kisses my cheek before shoving past me and into the living room, “what are you watching?” I stand in the door way stunned by his actions before I shut the door and turn to him. Let’s see how long it takes him to remember. I think before finally answering him. “How I Met Your Mother, the episode where Barney proposes to Quinn.”

“Nice, nice.” He responds face still in his phone. I groan walking into my bedroom grabbing my makeup bag and mirror. I walk back into living room and Matt still hasn’t moved an inch. I sit down on the opposite end of the couch and start to do my makeup. “Why are you putting that on?” Matt asks glancing up at me for a few seconds, “you don’t need it, 1, you are perfect without it and 2, we’re only hanging out here anyway.”

“Well I’m bored so,” I say as I curl my eyelashes, “besides who knows what I’ll do today.” I hint not so subtly.

“You know what I just remembered,” Matt says patting his shorts before standing up, “I have a meeting at Nash’s with all the guys.”

“When will you be back?” I say as I put on my eyeliner.

“I don’t know,” Matt groans walking towards the door, shoving his phone into his packet, “why do you care?” He says slamming the door shut.

“Maybe because it’s my birthday asshole.“ I comment watching him walk to his car.

*****

My phone buzzes, a text popping up on the screen, ”(Y/N)“.

“What Matt?” I reply before throwing my phone aside.

“Can you come get me?”

“Where’s your car??” I send confused.

“Cameron borrowed it to pick up Bryant. Please come get me.” Matt sends quickly and I furrow my eyebrows. What in the hell is going on? I stand up reluctantly, grabbing my tan leather sandal pumps before slipping them on. I text Matt telling him I’m on my way before I open my Jeep door and drive off to Nash’s. Finally pulling into the driveway of Nash’s shared house. I pull out my phone texting Matt, “I’m outside.”

“Come inside, I need help carrying my boxes of merch I had shipped here.”

“Fine.” I groan stepping out of my navy blue car and up the gravel stones to the door. I go to knock on the door and I notice it’s already open. Pushing the heavy wooden door open. I step inside and shut the door behind me. All the lights are off and no one seems to be home. “Matt?” I call into the what looks like empty house. No answer. Walking through the house I see that the back door is open. I walk outside to see ‘Prom?’ written out in roses in the dark green grass. White lit candles glimmer around the lawn and I shake my head in confusion. “(Y/N),” someone calls from behind me…its Matt, “Will you go to prom with me?”

“Yes!” Tears well up in my eyes and do my best to hold them in, but I fail. I run over to him and throw my arms around his neck. His lips find mine as his arms remain on my waist. His tongue explores my mouth quickly before he pulls away breathless. “Happy Birthday baby.” He mumbles as I hug him my head pressed to his chest.

“What?”

“Happy. Birthday. Baby.” He repeats pausing lightly between words.

“I thought you forgot…” I say laughing slightly to hide my embarrassed tone. 

“That was the plan,“ i cock an eyebrow at him, "you see, me and the guys have been planning this all month. I finally decided ignoring you, which by the way was the most painful thing I’ve ever done, would be the best way to surprise you. I could never forget your birthday. Or forgot to ask you to prom.” He finishes smiling widely, proud of his work. I slap his arm playfully and he winces holding his arm.

“You scared me! I thought you forgot and then I thought you were all mass-murdered because the house was dead silent and as dark as God knows what. This house is never this quiet,” I turn to the home, “where are they?”

"Up there.” Matt points up to the bedroom balcony and I see Nash, Cam, Bryant, the Jacks up there. They all wave while smiling and I shake my head. 

“You guys are killing me,“ I sarcastically comment I place my lips on Matt’s soft ones, "but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”