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A Week-ish of Sterek Fics

Hello all! So I recently accidentally fell back into my AO3 bookmarks and have fallen down a rabbit (fox? eh?) hole that leaves me entirely unproductive and sleep deprived but full of feels, so I thought I’d share all of the fics that I’ve rerereread thus far in the last week (it’s over 75 guys) (since friday 😬). Each has the fic name and description, length, and year pub/finished because it makes me feel old. Also all of these are complete because I am weak and cannot handle WIPs.

Note: I’m not adding any tags to the descriptions, so make sure to read the tags and ratings on each fic first before reading!!!

Teaching Derek How to Text (and Other Shenanigans) by neilwrites | 9K | 2018

yo derek Who’s dying

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I see your 'Derek doesn't have a phone' line and raise you 'Derek has a phone, he and Stiles text all the fucking time.'

The Hoodie by ladiekatie | 1.7K | 2017

“You shouldn’t be able to see me. What are you?” The guy in the hoodie says, the ball of energy grows hotter under Derek’s chin.

or the one where Derek is just trying to talk to the guy at the back of the subway.

Nothing You Could Say by SylvieW | 13K | 2016

Stiles’ second year of college is not working out as he planned. He rarely sees Scott, his job is exhausting, and to get home after his shift, he has to walk at three in the morning. Nearly getting mugged is the icing on the cake, but luckily a gruff stranger is there to rescue him. But now Stiles can’t seem to shake the feeling that he’s not alone in the dark.

Old Traditions, Werewolf Edition by Footloose | 3.6K | 2014

Stiles does not work his Omega ass off to attract frat boy Alphas. Absolutely not. He's at college to get his degree. If he's crushing on an Alpha who never crosses the lines of propriety, well, no one needs to know, right?

Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup | 14K | 2016

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.”

“Oh thank god!”

“Stiles?”

“I, uh, I need some advice.”

“Advice?”

“Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?”

Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.”

“Stiles...what are you doing right now?”

***

Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work.

Partly because their visit was a complete surprise.

But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend.

Or even know who Derek was.

But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

third time's the charm by stilinski | 4.9K | 2016

Sure, Stiles has a mark on his chest that belies the depth of his feelings, but it's not something anyone can see unless he decides to show it, or unless werewolves suddenly have x-ray vision.

Which—worrying. And probably-definitely-likely a possibility – if it was to manifest anywhere, Beacon Hills would be top of the list.

Stiles almost turns around there and then to ask Scott how his visual acuity is but is stopped by the teenager at the register finally looking up long enough to spot Derek. Stiles watches her mouth fall open and her expression—studiously blank but with a faint flush rising in her cheeks—is one Stiles knows far too well, particularly when faced with Derek in all his snug-fitting-jeans, v-neck-wearing, canvas-jacketed glory.

Stiles is pretty sure he invented that expression.

Ukochany by VincentMeoblinn| 34K | 2016

Derek comes home to find a mail order husband and two amused betas waiting for him. When he realizes their prank was far from harmless he ends up saddled with a husband who barely speaks English but insists Derek is the love of his life. He's also determined to win him over.

only if for a night by stilinskisparkles | 3.2K | 2016

“I’m Stiles,” he says breathlessly.

“Derek.”

“Derek, hi, do you—”

Derek doesn’t let him finish, kisses the words right out of his mouth.

Hypothetically by alisvolatpropiis | 6.6K | 2015

Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning as the sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at.

Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.

sincerely, derek by stilinskisparkles | 8.1K | 2016

September, 2009

Hi Stiles, it’s Derek. Derek Hale, from space camp. I’m writing this in English because my teacher Ms Grady said I had to write about my summer, but I spent my summer with you, so I decided to write to you, instead.

Please write back. Love from Derek.

Pancakes and Murder by Amethyst Shard (AmethystShard) | 14K | 2012

Stiles' life has been a roller-coaster filled with awesome highs and terrifying drops ever since his best friend Scott got bit by a werewolf. The ride hits a bump when a dead body turns up at the Hale house (again) and Derek's only alibi is Stiles. Which would be fine, except that Stiles' dad is the sheriff and has no idea his son has been hanging out with the former fugitive. Awkward.

The Witching Hour by MellytheHun | 8.2K | 2016

The radio host AU no one ever asked for but I have written anyway because sometimes when DJ’s play several sad songs in a row, I worry about their mental health and then this AU was born

Derek Hale, The Hero Beacon Hills Needs (Series) by MellytheHun | 11K | 4 Works | 2016

This series started with this Tumblr prompt, "it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au

Stiles is walking home when he's stalked by a dangerous stranger and an even more dangerous stranger comes to his rescue.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill | 32K | 2013

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

You are the Moon by skoosiepants | 10K | 2012

Stuff Stiles doesn’t like to deal with first thing: hot, moist dog breath in his face, a cuddly werewolf creepifying his perfectly normal morning wood with shades of bestiality, and his dad holding his service revolver up against the skull of his bedmate, never mind the fact that his bedmate could possibly be a vicious unhinged rogue omega.

Baby, you should stick around by ElisAttack | 9.5K | 2016

Derek's driving along a stretch of highway when an unusual sight makes him slow down, the engine of his old pickup rattling in protest.

There's a kid standing by the side of the road.

It's the middle of nowhere, the goddamn apocalypse, and this kid is standing by the side of the road with his thumb pointed skyward. Like he's playing at being a hitchhiker.

Or the one where Stiles thinks he's all alone in a post-apocalyptic world, until he meets Derek.

Don’t Be Anything But Okay by skoosiepants | 4.8K | 2016

“Oh my god.”

Ben pops open the car door and says, “Please don’t embarrass me, Dad.”

Stiles flaps a hand, still staring at the magnificent sight before him. There are glistening arm muscles and a sweaty tank top and then the vision bends over and holy god. He has to look away; it’s too much to take in all at once, he might swoon.

OR-

Stiles has a teenager and Derek has a plant nursery.

covalent bonds (Series) by HalfFizzbin | 9.2K | 3 Works | 2015

Derek's a hot nerd. Stiles is a nerdy jock. A LOVE STORY FOR THE AGES.

Disappear Here by AgnesBlue | 28K | 2016

Stiles was quiet. “What?” Derek said again. “My first heat is coming up soon,” Stiles said at last. Derek closed his eyes, disinterested. He knew where Stiles was going with this. “I was thinking…hoping, really,” Stiles said. “Maybe you could stay with me during that time.”

AU in which wounded in a fire that killed off his entire family, Derek wants nothing more than to be left alone as he finishes off his senior year in high school. That all changes when omega Stiles Stilinski asks him to help him through his first heat.

Money Isn't Everything by TroubleIWant | 6.3K | 2015

Stiles slurps at the dregs of his iced hazelnut latté, pretending he doesn’t need a refill just yet. Supporting your local business is great and all, but Isaac charging $5 for a coffee with syrup is highway robbery. He’s already cut his expenses down to the bare minimum, and splurging for foofy drinks is not in the budget. Except that he can’t really help himself: black coffee is plain gross. Maybe I should plan on marrying rich, he thinks darkly.

Or,

Stiles has a huge crush on the super-hot guy he always sees at Isaac's coffee shop, but when he finds out that they guy's an unemployed orphan he has to decide if the difference in their financial situations is a deal-breaker, or just a bump on the path to true love.

So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock | 21K | 2014

He's sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he's so fucking fucked.

He knows he's not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don't run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.

you and me (and my best friend) by trilliastra | 1.5K | 2016

“Come on, I shouldn’t be the only one having orgasms. Let me help you out.”

“Uh –” someone clears their throat and Derek jumps, startled, hits his elbow on the wall and curses, “am I interrupting something?” Stiles asks, cheeks red.

Derek looks up, sighing. Of all the people working in this damn school, Stiles had to be the one to catch him and Erica talking about sex. It’s just Derek’s luck. He spills juice on his pants? Stiles walks into the classroom; Laura starts yelling at him about something that happened when they were kids? Stiles is right behind them, waiting for his coffee; Boyd accidentally throws a ball at his face? Stiles is at the E.R. when Derek gets there with a swollen face and a broken nose.

The universe hates him.

Easy Alpha by interropunct | 4.6K | 2012

Easy A/Teen Wolf AU. Wherein, Derek Hale is the high school hussy, Jackson and Scott really need to learn to use their inside voices. And, contrary to popular belief, everyone is still a virgin.

Body Language by LadyMerlin | 2.3K | 2016

In an alternate universe, soulmates exist, and they can communicate with each other by writing on their own skin.

The catch? No one knows their soulmates' name. It could literally be anyone under the sun, and Stiles just doesn't have that kind of patience.

chantes une nouvelle chanson pour moi by pr1nc3ssp34ch (dallisons) | 13K | 2013

Stiles Stilinski has been at Hogwarts since his first year, okay. That's six years of experience. He knows how Hogwarts works, how it operates. He's not quite an expert or anything, but he's pretty damn sure he knows this school.

So why the hell have they waited like a million years to start taking transfer students?

And why is he the only one who can't get a French date?

C’était Salement Romantique by Swing Set in December (swing_set13) | 2.2K | 2015

The Triwizard tournament is really about fostering wizarding relations. Ask anyone. Just not Stiles, he’s busy French kissing Derek.

Hogwarts really should teach some linguistic classes.

The Long Way Home by MyChemicalRachel | 19K | 2016

Stiles didn’t plan to sleep with his best friend’s dad. It just kind of happened. And then it happened again. And again. And again…

All that once was, remains. by countrygirlsfun | 8.8K | 2016

Life is only a long list of constants.

Being a part of a royal family, being a prince, has been a constant in Derek Hale’s life since he was born and swaddled in silk cloths.

Wherein Derek finds himself in love with a stable boy who is more than he seems.

Driver's Education by arrowofcarnations | 9.2K | 2014

This is the moment he realizes he can never have Derek Hale – that he was stupid to ever think he could. Maybe their moms made them hang out when they were little and maybe they’ve managed to get along these past few weeks, but they’re too different. Derek’s cool, he plays a million sports, he drives a Camaro, he’s friends with Jackson. Stiles doesn’t fit into the equation and he never will.

Letters by ericaismeg | 8.9K | 2014

“Stiles, this is getting ridiculous. Can you please do something about it?” Lydia demands. “Do anything. I don’t care. Go up and kiss him, ask him to prom this year, write him secret admirer love letters, whatever. Just do something.”

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OR: The one where Lydia sets up an email account for Stiles to "confess his love" for Derek. And as fate would have it, they also end up becoming friends in person at the same time.

We're One of a Kind (Like Dip Da Dip Da Dip Do Whap De Dobby Do) by orphan_account | 3.5K | 2012

Derek is your classic greaser—with a leather jacket, a hot rod, a hot bike, and a duck butt. Genim “Stiles” Stilinski a total fream—he’s too cool to be a poindexter but he’s so far from a cat that Derek almost feels bad for him. All that’s missing in this love story is some oddly perfectly timed musical numbers.

do it for our country by HalfFizzbin | 936 | 2012

In which Derek tries to play it cool but Stiles is totally hep to his jive.

Fast Times At Clairemont High by MonsieurBlueSky (MyChemicalRachel) | 6.9K | 2016

Stiles is stoked when he's chosen for an undercover operation to take down a drug ring. He's less stoked when he discovers that he'll be posing as a seventeen year old student at the High School where Derek teaches.

It's Too Early For This by thepsychicclam | 4.9K | 2016

Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.

A Tentative Truce by Inell | 8.5K | 2016

Stiles and Derek have a long standing rivalry that has extended beyond the Beacon Hills High School theater department to every other area of their high school lives. With the announcement of the winter production, their competitiveness has to be set to the side so the musical can be successful. With a tentative truce in place, Stiles unable to ignore his growing infatuation for his co-star.

we keep living anyway by bistiles (alis) | 10K | 2015

“Oh, damn, my manners. What an example I’m setting, am I right? I’m Stiles Stilinski, but call me Stiles, please,” Stilinski extended his hand for Derek to shake, and Derek took it, feeling the solid grip and the long fingers around his own hand. For some reason, he blushed on the spot.

“Derek. Derek Hale. Call me just Derek,” He answered, still holding Stiles’ hand in his.

By the look on Stiles’ face, he felt much the same as what Derek was feeling, whatever that unnamed reaction was.

“And this little barnacle attached to me,” Stiles continued, letting go of Derek and flushing pink, “is Leigh.”

Stiles is struggling to raise his only child all alone, while dealing with financial problems, a new job, and Adrian Harris, the worst boss in the world.

But then he meets Derek Hale, a dreamy co-workers, and what is a terrible situation becomes considerably less grim, when he has Derek by his side.

Don't Judge a Derek By His Cover by captaintinymite (augopher) | 4.5K | 2015

Stiles doesn't care about the rumors surrounding Beacon Hills High School's resident bad boy, Derek Hale. In fact, he thinks the rumors are total crap. Of course, being secretly in love with someone has a way of clouding one's judgment.

However, he knew for a fact that Derek liked books. So when the two paired up for a final English project, he was excited (but also a little terrified).

But you know what they say...never judge a book by its cover. The same goes for people.

sometimes fate is like a small snowstorm by thepsychicclam | 8.1K | 2014

In a coffee shop two days before Christmas, Derek meets Stiles. Despite neither of them being interested in relationships, they spend an unforgettable evening together, but then part ways. During the following years, Stiles competes in the Olympics, Derek tours the world - and neither of them forget. Then twelve years later, two days before Christmas, Derek finds Stiles in that same coffee shop.

aka a kinda sorta serendipity au

should the pillars of memory topple out of my reach by bleep0bleep | 4.3K | 2015

If Stiles didn’t know any better he’d say that look in Derek's eyes is adoring, but he does know better, and also amnesiac Derek thinks they’re married. Which is the only fact he hasn’t questioned so far, which is the weirdest thing.

Just High School by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 4.5K | 2015

Derek and Stiles have been dating for some time.

The only thing is, nobody else really knows.

Tis The Season Baristas Fear The Most by stilinskisparkles | 5.4K | 2012

Scott is hands down the worst barista Derek has ever hired. But it's Christmas and apparently that means something to some people.

Mind Reading Can Be Such a Pain in the A** (Series) by Fanhag102 | 21K | 2 Works | 2015

Derek Hale can read minds. If he could have chosen a mutant power for himself instead of being given one by random, genetic happenstance it's safe to say mind-reading would not have been his 1st, 2nd, or even 96th choice.

Maybe if he'd gotten the power of invisibility he wouldn't be sitting in a senior Economics class next to a hyperactive kid with a buzz cut who won’t stop thinking about dicks.

A Criminal and His Lucky Charm by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 5.9K | 2015

Please forgive yourself.

For what?

For allowing yourself to let someone in. For letting me love you. I didn’t deserve it, but that wasn’t your fault. Derek, please, just do it. Please— please don’t drag this out.

Derek Hale valued Stiles above everyone—everything. And Stiles betrayed that. In the end, he figured if he had to die, dying in Derek’s arms wasn’t so bad. He could at least have that.

the things you said when we were the happiest we’ve ever been by foxerica (ericaismeg) | 4.8K | 2015

Derek and Stiles meet again at their high school reunion.

From Dirty Paws by Surreal | 9.9K | 2014

Stiles finds a wolf in the woods. Well, it's more like the wolf finds him. Either way, he's happy to have a new friend in his otherwise boring social circle.

flawless by bibliosexual | 4.9K | 2015

“I know you and I are, like, werewolf-married, but dude, if I ever met Lydia Martin in person . . . All bets are off, is all I'm saying."

It's not like Stiles really means it (does he?), but it still makes Derek’s hands clench into claws on the steering wheel.

"Yeah, if," he says, and keeps his eyes on the road.

Those Hidden Places by Mimiminaj | 18K | 2015

He doesn’t belong here.

It’s the first thought that crosses Derek’s mind as he watches the new inmates spill into the cafeteria. The kid stays close to the wall, eyes scanning all the exits and skimming over the tables. If he’s trying to get a barring for his surroundings he’s doing a shit job of it, something made completely evident as Lewis shoulders him from behind and the kid almost jumps to flatten himself against the wall.

Stiles is the new inmate at Derek's prison. He really didn't expect to fall in love with the mouthy little brat.

Baseball Pants by thatfamoushappyending (betsytheoven) | 2.8K | 2015

Scott shows Stiles a picture of the new pitcher for the Dodgers, and Stiles is suddenly an avid Dodgers fan.

While You Were(n't Quite) Sleeping by mikkimouse | 13K | 2015

Scott’s mom, Melissa, had given Stiles the basics on Derek’s condition when he’d first come over here a month ago. Derek had been here six years, the only survivor of a horrific house fire that had killed the rest of his family. It had left him burned, half his face puckered with scars, and he’d been in a catatonic state the entire time. Stiles couldn’t even begin to imagine how awful that would be, being trapped in your own body for years on end, all alone.

Stiles had an inkling of how much being alone sucked, anyway.

(An AU in which Derek is the one who was trapped in the fire, and then in the hospital, based on a set of pictures from littlecofiegirl.)

dhale25 by ericaismeg | 8.1K | 2014

Derek Hale is an actor in Los Angeles, Stiles is a fanboy in Toronto. When Derek posts his Snap Chat username on Twitter, inviting people to add him, Stiles gets brave and adds him.

They develop a snapping relationship, and it gets intense.

I Settle for Long Distance Calls by iamursforevrmre | 4.3K | 2014

Derek is the guy who Stiles met on some random band page on MySpace because Derek made a ridiculously hilarious comment and with a spurt of confidence, Stiles had messaged him to tell him just how hilarious it was and they got to talking. Derek is the guy that made a FaceBook account just to talk to Stiles on the messenger so they could talk more when MySpace was slowly dying out. Derek is the guy that changed his text message plan to unlimited when he finally sent Stiles his cell phone number. Derek is the guy that has been on the phone with Stiles at any and all hours through the day.

And Derek is the guy that Stiles is in love with.

You look like my next mistake by Vendelin | 15K | 2015

“So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes.

His entire body sighs in defeat as his shoulders grow square. Just as he opens his mouth, someone comes up to stand beside him, snaking an arm around his shoulders. When he glances to his side, expecting to see Isaac, his brain seems to malfunction. Because it isn’t Isaac. It’s Stiles Stilinski, the lacrosse talent of the year, a senior who Derek has seen multiple times from far away, but never ever talked to.

In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn't.

Coaches Cupcake Coffee House by ChildOfTheRevolution | 4.8K | 2013

Danny looked at him as if he were crazy, ‘It means he wants to ride the dick Stiles.’ He said slowly, as if talking to the mentally insane.

‘Ride the dick, my dick?’ Stiles asked weakly.

‘Figuratively speaking of course, Derek looks more like a topper to me. And you, my friend, are a twink of the most twinkiest standards, but I’m not one to judge.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Stiles admitted, finding himself in a weird crouch-like stance that he apparently now adopts when he’s overwhelmed about finding out Derek Hotcakes wants to bone him three ways to Sunday.

Gladiator AU ( Series) by HaleHole (SweetFanfics) | 9.9K | 2 Works | 2013

He looks up at the door and waits. He hopes that whoever it is, they will be go easy on him. Werewolf he might be, with superhuman healing, but that does not mean that he will not be sore the next day. And he is scheduled for a fight.

Let it be someone easy to please, Derek hopes. Someone who will be quick to take their pleasure and even quicker to leave. He keeps hoping this as the door is pushed open. A voice murmurs a quick set of instructions to whoever has hired him for this session. It is cut off half way through by a familiar, impatient voice that makes Derek strain against his bonds. -- Rome based, Gladiator AU

Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain | 35K | 2013

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Theory of Overprotective Canines by rosepetals42 | 11K | 2015

Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.

Or at least he is until Derek decides he's moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.

This is not going according to plan.

Hot for Teacher('s Aide) by linksofmemories_archive | 8K | 2013

“He invited you to his apartment.”

“To do a lesson plan.”

“Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows.

“That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”

The healing touch by devilscut | 96K | 2015

Stiles loses his temper with the rest of the pack when they all make excuses not to volunteer to help their Alpha. Deaton has instructed that for the next 24 hours Derek can't use his hands after he seriously injures them in a magical entrapment. Seeing the emotional hurt that Derek's selfish pack has inflicted on him when they argue and try to get out of it, Stiles volunteers to stay and then proceeds to give the rest of them a verbal ass-kicking. He then takes care of his friend, the Alpha, Derek Hale, while trying to work out what his feelings are towards the werewolf.

Quit Dragon Me Around (Seies) by WonderWolf | 17K | 3 Works | 2015

Stiles makes the mistake of taking Derek’s sword and now the grumpy werewolf seems determined to stop him from stealing and landing himself in jail.

Stiles is not pleased. He’s also starving.

(Or the one in which Derek has good intentions, but little understanding of how Dragon biology works. He just wants the cute mole-speckled kid to be safe). -----

“Five meals, Scott. Derek Hale has stopped me from eating five meals. I can’t believe he’s really trying to kill me over stealing his sword. That’s so petty of him. It isn’t like I meant to steal it,” Stiles complains.

“You kind of did mean to, dude,” Scott adds unhelpfully.

“But you don’t understand, Scott. It-”

“Just smelled so good? I know, you’ve said that like fifty times over the past two weeks,” Scott says.

“This is the equivalent of him stealing my lunch money, right? Thanks to him, I didn’t have a meal this week. Or last week! He’s a bully, is what he is. A nice smelling, douchebag of a bully.”

You'll See Me Again by matildajones | 10K | 2015

Stiles is standing there in his uniform, hair long and hands behind his back. There’s a blush on his cheeks and he can barely look Derek in the eye.

“Hey,” he whispers. He’s wearing the medal Derek had presented to him.

Derek stares. He doesn’t think he’s breathing anymore.

Stiles is the soldier who saved Derek and brought him back home. He doesn't seem to care that Derek's a prince or that he's a little bit broken. Derek falls, quick and sure, but it's not easy knowing that Stiles will soon have to return to the war.

Thousand by ericaismeg | 4.2K | 2014

“Seriously, Erica, I could tell him a thousand times in a thousand ways and he's never going to understand what I mean.”

“I thought I told you to spell it out to him,” Erica says. “Derek's has trust issues. I told you this would be difficult.”

Stop Crossing Oceans by greenleaf | 11K | 2015

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

The Wolf that whispered into Stiles' Heart by ElStark | 9.9K | 2015

Basically the Union of the prompts:

Mute!Stiles + Wolf!Derek + Soulmates/Mates AU

“Don’t you have a pack?” Stiles asks him –by then he had discovered that the wolf was in fact a male wolf –“I mean, wolves move in packs, right? Lone wolves don’t make it on their own. I read it yesterday.” He says while they’re both sprawled on the fallen leaves in Stiles’ secret-thinking spot in the woods. Derek licks his face, and Stiles laughs. “Is that your way to tell me that I’m your pack?” Derek licks him again on the nose, making the boy’s face scrunch up, “Ugh. Gross, dude!” he wipes his drool covered face with his sleeve and then gives the wolf a pointed look, “I’m not a wolf, you should have noticed, you know, I don’t exactly have fur and I don’t growl and I don’t have glowing eyes…” He says leaning in to look them closer, “Are you even supposed to have those kind of eyes? I couldn’t find anything about wolves and glowing eyes on the internet..” The wolf snorts.

Aftermath by GhostwithShotgun | 11K | 2015

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#sterek #eternalsterek #sterek fic #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fic rec list

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dream fiend | boogeyman!calum

My sweet babies! Welcome to the next installment of my SupernatualSOS series, and its boogeyman!calum!! This is over 10k of my blood sweat and tears, so strap in angels! I’m so proud of this, please tell me what you think!!

Calum was very old.

He can remember as far back as the 1500’s when he first came from hell. That was a very long time ago, and the world is very different now. Especially now that he’s been gone for almost 200 years. He had been banished back to hell by someone he had once considered a friend. Calum had gone down a dangerous path all those years ago, and he was banished for his own good, so he was told. But he found that hard to believe.

It had become his mission to hunt down his so called friend and seek out an explanation. And possibly get in a few swings at his face as well. Calum had a lot of time to think about what he was going to say when he saw him again. None of it was calm or well organized, but that wasn’t something Calum was well known for.

What he was well known for in this world was being the Boogeyman. A creature mostly known for scaring children when they misbehaved. But that’s not where it ended for Calum. He haunted the dreams of people of anyway age, that he felt were doing wrong. He sometimes used his power to see into the dreams of anyone he wanted. For hundreds of years he did as he was supposed to, he used his gifts from Lucifer to manipulate the dreams of those who were wicked to give them a glimpse of the hell they would soon encounter.

And one day, Calum fell in love with Gracie O’Hare. He stumbled upon her dreams by accident. They were so beautiful and pure, that Calum visited her dreams much more often than he should have. He loved to see what was going on inside her mind. He wanted to keep her all to himself. The poor, sweet girl even began to think that he was an angel that visited her in her dreams, and she loved him too. Calum began to secretly show himself to her so they could be together, things were so different back then, in this day and age, Calum can walk around freely without anyone knowing the difference.

But being with his love in his physical form was very dangerous. And when a certain witch caught wind of what Calum had been doing, he was banished to hell without the opportunity to explain himself to the love of his life. He knew that she was no longer alive, she would have passed away and gone onto heaven a long time ago, but it didn’t stop him from feeling that slightest bit of nostalgia.

With a bottle of amber colored booze in hand, Calum stumbled down the empty gravel path in the sweltering heat of a hot Georgia night. The likeliness that her house was still there was completely absurd, he knew, but he wanted to go for her. He put the bottle to his lips chugging down more bourbon and letting it burn his throat. It took a lot for a demon to get drunk, and Calum was going to put that to the test tonight. He could hear the phone in his pocket ringing over and over. Ashton had given it to him so they could keep in touch, but Calum wasn’t in the mood to reminisce with his old friend. Not yet.

As he reached the end of the gravel road, he found just what he was looking for. It wasn’t her house, no, her house had a white picket fence around it and bright blue shutters. This house was run down and old. He couldn’t believe no one had the sense to take care of such a nice place.. But Calum stumbled across the grass of the yard until he could plop down right in the middle. He lay back against the damp grass and stared up the moon and stars, the constant sound of crickets ringing in his ears. But everything else just seemed almost too quiet if he was being honest.

“This one’s for you, Gracie.” He said loudly, chugging down the rest of the bottle and throwing it into the street where it shattered. Calum stayed there for a few moments, until he sensed another presence was near him, he sat up with inhuman speed and looked around, eyes landing on a figure standing on the wrap around porch, a long barreled shotgun in hand and aiming right at him.

“I know who you are.” She said, carefully walking around the side of the house.

“Is that so?” Calum hiccupped.

“I’ve seen your face. I know who you are.” She said the words with more authority, stopping at the top of the stairs with the gun pointed at him still.

“Who am I then, love?” Calum giggled, a questioning look on his face as he tried to focus on her face.

“You’re him. The demon.” She cocked the gun and descended one of the stairs.

Calum froze where he was, his face falling serious. Who was this girl?

“You should let me explain…” Calum said, putting his hands up and taking a step towards her.

“Come any closer and I’ll shoot you where you stand.” She said.

“Do you know how to use that thing dollface?” He took another step, knowing that the bullet wouldn’t hurt him.

“Have you come to find out?” She stayed put, watching him intently.

“No need for that. I only came to pay my respects to an old friend.” Calum kept his hands up.

“An old friend? Gracie O’Hare drew pictures of your face over and over until she lost her mind. Said you were the angel in her dreams that she fell in love with. But you aren’t an angel.” She spoke, and Calum could hear her heart beating in her chest from where he stood.

“How do you know Gracie O’Hare?” Calum asked.

“I’ve read her letters that she sent to my great great grandmother. Letters all about you. She was obsessed.” The words leaving her mouth are spoken with such distaste.

“Those could be about anybody.” Calum shrugs, not sure how he was going to get out of this situation quite yet.

He watched as the raven haired girl reached swiftly into the back pocket of her high waisted jeans and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She didn’t say a word, just tossed the paper towards Calum, never taking the gun off of him for a moment. Calum bent down slowly, keeping his eyes on the gun wielding girl and picking up the paper. He unfolded it, feeling his chest tighten at the sight.

It was almost a perfectly done sketch of his side profile. There was no denying that this was a drawing of him, the resemblance was too uncanny.

“There’s hundreds of them. She sent one with every letter she sent to my great great grandmother, over and over. And Gracie told her that she just knew you would be back. And here you are.” She comes down another step.

“It wasn’t my fault…” Calum tried to explain.

“Not your fault? I could feel the pain in those letters. Imagine being a 12 year old and discovering a trunk full of letters and pictures? I’ve been waiting for this moment.” She descended the rest of the stairs, walking with purpose to where Calum was standing and pressed the gun right against his chest.

“I didn’t choose to go away.” Calum’s jaw sets in frustration. This girl had no idea who she was dealing with.

“Keep telling yourself that.” She presses her lips together, her golden colored eyes staying focused on Calum.

“You aren’t going to shoot me, are you sunshine?” Calum tried to smile, but as soon as he did he felt the gun go off against his chest. His eyes went wide from surprise as he looked down to see the gaping hole where the bullet had gone through his chest.

“Why are you still standing?” She asked, fear spreading throughout her.

“Demon, remember? Did you not plan this out?” Calum pushes the barrel away from his chest roughly, it wasn’t enough to kill him but it was extremely uncomfortable. He could see the fear on her face, and he needed it to heal himself.

Calum wrapped his hand around her arm, closing his eyes. He could feel her pulling against him and screaming for him to let her go. His fingertips, hands, and wrists turned pitch black as he pressed into her skin and his power leaked from his hands like black smoke. It wrapped around Diana and consumed the fear from her body. He lived off of fear, and he needed it now. He opened his eyes and looked down at his chest, watching it fill back in as if it had never happened. The girl in his grasp continued to fight against his grip until he finally let go.

“Give…give me…whats happening?” She started to get dizzy, her eyesight and head becoming fuzzy. Calum caught her just before her head hit the grass covered ground they had been standing on.

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Diana Montgomery spent almost every summer with her grandmother in Georgia. She loved to sneak up to the attic of the old Victorian house and play dress up with the vintage clothes and gaudy accessories. There were trunks full of things that her grandmother just couldn’t bring herself to toss out. But Diana had always been an old soul.

The summer after she had turned 12, on a particularly hot day, Diana found herself up in the attic as usual. It was so very hot up there and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stand the heat for long, but she wanted to discover something that she hadn’t already found.

After pushing a few things out of the far corner, just the slightest bit of light streaming in through the old dirty window, Diana stumbled upon an old blue trunk. There were at least 2 inches of dust on top of it, it hadn’t been touched in who knows how many years. That thought alone had Diana dusting off the top in a hurry.

“O’Hare.” She said, reading aloud the faded name written on top of the old leather.

Diana moved to sit on her knees in front of it, undoing the gold clasp on the front and slowly lifting up the lid of the trunk. It fell open, causing the dust to cloud around her and make her cough. The heat and the dust were not a favorable combination. But after the cloud of dust had settled, Diana sat up to look inside the trunk. There are yellowing envelopes and scattered papers all across the bottom. She reached into the trunk and grabbed a handful and brought them out into her lap. They were almost crunchy from being so old, and all of them were written in the most beautiful cursive handwriting. Diana carefully unfolded one and angled it towards the light coming in the window.

Dear Anita,

I’ve appreciated so much that you haven’t shunned me the way the rest of our family has. I know the things I say have been somewhat upsetting for some of them. But I just want you to know, these things are true. There is an angel that comes to me in my dreams. He comes to me almost every night. And soon, we will be together outside of my dreams. He’s promised to be with me, and I just can’t wait for you to meet him Anita!

Love to you my cousin,

Gracie

There were hundreds of letters from Gracie talking about this angel from her dreams. And with every letter had come a sketch of the man she loved. Diana couldn’t stop reading them. She gathered them all up and took them to her room, reading them all in secret until she felt like knew Gracie O’Hare. She understood her feelings. She also discovered that the woman Gracie had been writing to, Anita, was her great great grandmother.

But Gracie’s letters turned dark when she stopped seeing the angel. She went crazy to the point that her family had her locked away because of her constant babbling about her angel from her dreams. She ran away several times only to be sent back to the institution. Diana cried quietly as she finished reading the letters, wishing more than anything that she could help Gracie. She wanted to tell her that she believed her. She believed that someone was haunting her dreams and made her believe he loved her.

Diana believed that Gracie deserved better than the fate she was given. After pestering her grandmother for information she learned that Gracie died in the institution of unknown causes. But it was safe to assume it all just became too much for her heart to bear. Such a tragic ending for someone who just wanted to be loved.

Diana could feel a light breeze bring goosebumps to her sweaty skin as she breathed in the familiar sent of the sheets on her bed. It was far too warm in here. And suddenly she remembered what had happened in the late hours of the night. Her eyes snapped open, seeing her ceiling fan spinning slowly. She sat up with difficulty, as one of her wrists was tied to her black iron headboard. She pulled at the restraint with no luck. Her hair stuck to her face and forehead with sweat as she tried to think of a way to get out of this situation.

“No way…” Diana whispered to herself, looking around the room frantically for the Boogeyman. He wasn’t there one moment, and then when she brought her eyes back to her bedroom door he was standing there with a glass of water in hand.

“Morning sunshine.” He says, walking towards her with a small grin on his face.

“What did you do to me?” Diana glares at Calum as he sits the glass of water down on her side table.

“I need you to listen to me, and not shoot me again.” Calum says before he disappears suddenly, and then reappears just as quickly in the chair that sits in the corner of the room. Diana jumps slightly from his sudden movements. The small bit of fear seeping out of her makes Calum’s heart beat pick up. God he wanted it so badly.

“I’m not making any promises.” Diana straightens herself, letting her back rest against the headboard and watching Calum intently across the room.

“Fair enough. Will you tell me your name before I begin?” He says.

“No.” Diana stated.

“That’s fine, Diana Montgomery, I went through your mail while you were passed out.” Calum smirks again and gently bites his lower lip.

“What do you mean you went through my mail?! I’m definitely shooting you when I get out these damn things!” She pulled at the restraints around her wrist to no avail.

“Just listen, alright? If Gracie O’Hare means anything to you, you’ll listen.” Calum scoots to the edge of the chair, watching as Diana thinks for a few moments but keeps her mouth closed and nods for him to continue.

“I loved her. Believe those words or not, but I loved Gracie. You see, I’m a demon whose special purpose was to strike fear into those who deserved it through their dreams. Over time, humans named me the Boogeyman. Almost every culture on the planet has some type of lore about me. And I was so damn powerful. I mean, fuck I fed off the fear of millions and it was goddamn euphoric.” Calum ran his hand through his black, curly hair a few times, trying to calm himself before he got too worked up. “And then I met Gracie. I came across her dreams by accident and they were…beautiful. She was so pure and just so good that I became obsessed. I wanted to see her every night, and it became so frequent that she fell in love with me too.” He stands up and paces in front of the bed. “But back then, it was still very against the rules for demons to become romantically involved with humans. Using them for sex and pleasure was where it should have ended. But it wasn’t like that for me, I really did love her.” Calum explains more.

“So what happened?” Diana could tell she was starting to feel just the slightest bit sorry for him now.

“A friend of mine…” Calum practically hissed through his teeth. “A witch to be exact, found out what I was planning and had me banished back to hell for a miserable 200 years. I…I didn’t want these things for Gracie, you must believe that.”

“I’ve always pictured you as the bad guy, and I’m not sure why I believe you. I just figured you were getting some kick out of torturing the poor girl…being a demon and all.” Diana shrugged her shoulders.

“I am the bad guy, sunshine. But not for the things you’ve been accusing me of. Falling in love with humans was and always will be highly discouraged.” Calum walks around the bed, his eyes never leaving Diana as he approaches her.

“Why did I pass out when you touched me?” Diana asks.

“Because I drained the fear from you. I needed it to heal myself.” Calum brushes some dirt off of shirt as an excuse to not look at the pretty girl tied to the bed.

“You need fear?” She asks.

“I do. It…calls to me.” He didn’t want to admit that he can smell it from a mile away.

“And you can see into peoples dreams?” Diana’s curiosity was getting the best of her now.

“Well yes, but I can also manipulate dreams, make people see what I want them to see.” Calum wasn’t sure why he felt compelled to tell this human girl so much information about himself.

“How did…how did you become the Boogeyman?” She asks, pretty bottom lip retreating between her teeth. Calum can’t help but wish it was his teeth pulling at her bottom lip. Being away and deprived of a humans touch was starting to get to him.

“The same way most creatures come about I suppose. Stories, legends, lore. After so long things get turned into another human nursery rhyme. Parents started using me as an excuse to scare their children into being good. Thus, I am the Boogeyman.” Calum smirked and laughed quietly as he thought about the first time he had heard himself referred to as the Boogeyman. His friends had laughed but he always sort of enjoyed the name.

“What are you going to do now?” Diana asked.

“I’m going to find my witchy little friend and give him a piece of my mind, I suppose.” Calum shrugs, standing up and moving closer to the bed.

“Where is he?” Diana could feel herself fidget beneath his gaze.

“Somewhere here in the south. He’s trying to keep me from tracking him, and I’m sure he’s already sensed my return from hell.” Calum stands at the end of the bed, looking down at Diana. “Are you going to shoot me again if I release you?” His voice is deep and filled with authority as he bends down, ring clad fingers resting on each side of her hips and pushing in to the mattress. His face coming down to be just inches from hers.

Diana shakes her head ‘no’, not sure if she could speak without giving away the fact that he was affecting her. She believed the Boogeyman was telling the truth. It was not something she had ever actually planned to happen all those nights she stayed awake plotting out ways to kill him in the name of Gracie O’Hare, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was sincere in his explanations. And now, she couldn’t explain why, but she felt compelled to help him in his quest to find the witch he was seeking.

“I have a car.” Diana said as Calum touched the bindings on her wrist, the black smoke trickling from his fingers again, slinking it’s way between the binding on her wrist. They immediately fell loose without him even working at them. Calum stayed quiet as he took her wrist in his hand and gently rubbed his thumb over the red markings. Diana looked at his face curiously her eyebrows scrunching together at the feeling of his gentle touch. Calum stayed that way another moment, lost in the softness of her skin and the quick beat of her heart before he swiftly stood up from the bed. Diana watched him step into the shadows in the corner of the room until he disappeared within them.

“Are you offering to help the Boogeyman?” She heard his voice but it sounded far off in the distance.

“I um…yes?” Diana looked around the room frantically, getting to her feet and walking backwards towards the door, trying to keep her eyes peeled for the demon hiding in the shadows of her bedroom.

“Boo.” Calum’s low voice whispers right into Diana’s ear, making her jump slightly when she feels his breath against her neck.

“Cut that out.” Her breathing and heart beat have both picked up, and Calum likes the sound a little well.

“You’re going to have to control the fear a little better, sunshine. You’ll have me in frenzy.” Calum stood up straight, taking the last few steps towards the doorway.

“Perhaps you should control your creepiness a little better then?” Diana sighs the words and Calum laughs quietly.

“Shall we?” He motions with his head, a small smirk at the corner of his lips.

Diana followed him out of the room, but before she was through the doorway he was gone again. She looked around the empty hallway, just feeling a slight breeze brush across her cheek. She rushed down the hall and out the back door towards the detached garage. She unlatched the deadbolt and quickly flung open the doors to see Calum lounging against hood of her car, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Took you a bit.” He smiled, watching Diana try to catch her breath.

“You’re going to have to stop doing that.” Diana rolled her eyes, grabbing the keys to her car from the hook on the wall.

“It’s part of my charm.” Calum said, moving to open the drivers side door.

“Who told you that?” Diana said, smiling slightly as she slipped into the drivers seat and watched as Calum closed the door. Faster than should be possible, he appeared in the passenger seat before she had even gotten settled.

“You really should let me drive.” Calums long legs move around and attempt to get comfortable in the not so roomy car.

“That’s not going to happen.” Diana scoffed, putting the key into the ignition and starting the car. She could see Calum roll his eyes as she began backing out of the garage building. “Where to, Mr. Boogeyman?” She teased.

“Texas.” He says. Diana’s eyes got wide, knowing that would be a few days trip.

“I don’t have anything with me, Calum. I need a bag if we’re going to be driving that far.” She started to put the car in park when Calum closed his eyes and Diana could see all the door locks slide into the locked position with a loud click.

“I put your bag in the trunk already. Drive please.” His throat worked as he swallowed hard, feeling more fear seep from Diana.

“Am I supposed to trust that you packed everything I’d need?” She could tell he wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.

Calum opened his eyes slowly, trying to keep his breathing even. Diana tilted her head and squinted her eyes, it was so quick that she almost missed it. But the whites and the pretty browns of his eyes turned pitch black for a moment before he blinked it away again.

“We need to go, Diana. Trust me, you won’t go without anything. Drive.” He leaned to the side and pressed his head against the window.

“Fine.” Diana tried to seem unaffected, but her voice was shaky as she pressed on the gas and headed for the highway.

After a few hours of driving in silence, Diana finally reached down and turned on the radio. She flipped through the static channels until she finally found one that came in. Calum had stayed eerily still the entire way, not saying a word as Diana drove.

It was late in the afternoon as they crossed the Georgia/Alabama border. Diana could hear her stomach begin to growl embarrassingly loud. She tried coughing over top the sound several times, but nothing was going to hide it at this point.

“Is the human getting hungry?” Calum’s gruff voice finally broke the silence.

“Starved.” Diana replied, biting her lip and tightening her grip on the steering wheel just slightly. Calum sighs loudly.

“Alright then, lets get you something to eat.” He straightened up in his seat. “Pull over here.” There was an old diner up ahead that would just have to do.

Diana parked the car out front, taking a moment to take in the bright blue neon lights in the window of the diner flashing the word “Stud’s” over and over again. Calum got out, stretching his arms above his head as he groaned when his muscles protested. The blue light was pretty in contrast to his brown skin and the way it bounced off of his black hair had Diana feeling a little bothered, and not just by the Alabama heat.

“Two?” A woman in a pair of dirty jeans and even dirtier white tshirt asked as they entered the diner.

“Yes please.” Diana said, following the woman to a booth towards the back. The leather of the seat was ripped and torn and stuck to the back of her legs as she scooted into the booth. Calum followed closely behind and slid into the booth across from her.

“Drinks?” The woman asks with a sigh.

“Just a water for me.” Diana says, looking across to Calum.

“Do you have bourbon?” He asks. The waitress gives Calum an odd look before answering.

“Does this look like a bar?” She asks, her chubby hand going to her hip.

“Coffee then, black.” Calum scowls a bit as the waitress walks away. “She was fucking dreadful.”

Diana almost chokes when she starts laughing at his words, not expecting it to come out of his mouth. Calum watches Diana laugh, feeling a bit of a pull in his chest. The sound is so much more pleasant than he imagined it could be. He didn’t think it was possible for him to enjoy that sound again. He smiled softly as she tried to calm herself and control her unexpected laughter. Calum may have even thought she was beautiful if she hadn’t shot a giant hole through his chest.

“Are you okay?” Diana asked.

“Perfectly fine.” Calum said, looking down at the cup of coffee the waitress had just sat in front of him.

Diana ordered herself some food, and Calum stuck with his coffee. He didn’t really need to eat anything and most times, food didn’t even seem appealing. The thing he craved was fear. He wanted it more than anything. At least that’s what he had thought before he stumbled upon this girl, and it didnt make any sense. He shouldn’t want anything to do with her, she was just helping him find the witch, after all. And that was it, thats where it should have ended. She was sitting across from him talking away about one thing or another and Calum was fascinated. The way she didn’t bother to finish chewing before she was continuing her previous sentence. It was oddly adorable.

“You’re not really listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” Diana finally broke Calum from his thoughts. Making his eyes focus on her face again.

“What were you saying?” His bottom lip coming between his teeth innocently. Diana rolled her eyes.

“I was trying to work out a plan. To find this witch. I mean we should have a plan right?” She shoveled another bite of pancake into her mouth and looked him expectantly.

“The plan is to find him and deliver 200 years worth of ass kickings.” Calum sat his back against the booth and sipped at his coffee.

“Okay, but what if that doesn’t work? I mean he’s a witch, with powers right? Should I be your back up?” Diana let her fork clank down against the glass plate as she wiped her mouth. Calum laughed loudly at the statement.

“You’re going to be my back up? I dont think so, sunshine.” Calum reached into the back pocket of his black pants and pulled out his wallet, throwing some money down on the table.

“I’m serious! I’ll back you up on this!” Diana scrunched her eyebrows together as she followed Calum from the booth and then outside where the car was waiting.

“I don’t think you understand what we are dealing with here. This witch was powerful enough to banish my demon ass to hell for 200 years. It’s not a matter for a human to be involved with. I simply need you to drive me.” Calum ran his hand through his hair as he stood next to the old beat up Jeep.

“I want to help...for Gracie.” Diana nervously looked down at her feet.

“End of discussion.” Calum could feel the blackness rise up his hands and wrists. It always happens when his emotions get the better of him. Diana’s jaw was set tight and her arms were crossed over her chest. Calum reached down, seeing his black fingers and quickly trying to open the door to the car, but the doors were still locked.

“You aren’t going to treat me like a child. I blew a hole through your chest once, and I’ll gladly do it again.” Diana stepped up almost flush against Calum’s chest, pretty lips close enough to make him crazy.

Calum kept his fingers wrapped around the door handle, focusing his power there. The black smoke travelled from his fingers and slipped inside the lock until it popped into the open position. He didn’t take his eyes away from Diana as he carefully opened the door of the Jeep.

“Fine then, sunshine. But I’m driving.” Calum spoke between clenched teeth as he ducked down and got into the drivers seat of the car.

“No. No way are you driving my car. Get out!” Diana banged against the dirty glass of her Jeep, as if it would somehow help the situation. She growled in frustration and yanked her fingers through her dark locks before unwillingly walking around and getting into the passenger seat of the vehicle.

Diana plopped down into the seat and folded her arms over her chest again. She knew it was childish to act this way, but this demon was simply maddening. With his gorgeous smile and perfectly curly hair, simply maddening. She watched from the corner of her eye has Calum plucked the keys from the cup holder and started up the Jeep.

“Don’t be mad, sunshine.” Calum playfully elbowed at Diana’s shoulder, but she wasn’t going to crack so easily. “Lets play a game then shall we? 20 questions maybe? Isn’t that what you humans use to get to know each other?” Calum asks, smiling when he sees just the corner of Diana’s pretty lips turn up into a smile.

“You’re an idiot, Calum.” Diana shook her head and uncrossed her arms as Calum pulled back out onto the empty road.

The next part of the day and late into the evening was spent having long conversations as well as comfortable silences. Calum found himself yearning to know more and more about Diana Montgomery. He wanted to hold her hand and kiss each knuckle one by one just so he could see her smile and watch the goosebumps rise on her pretty olive skin.

Diana soaked in as much information as Calum was willing to give. All the things he had seen and heard were more than fascinating. She could spend the rest of her days listening to him and still not have enough time to hear all of it. But he was a storyteller, and Diana was enamored by that. She was captivated by the big bad Boogeyman.

When Diana began yawning as the night got later and later, Calum decided to pull off the highway and find the nearest hotel. They were somewhere in Louisiana and there was at least another days worth of driving to do, and he wanted her to be comfortable for the night.

“We can just sleep in the Jeep if you want, Calum. This hotel looks…too nice.” Diana swallowed hard as she looked up at the large stone building that Calum had just parked the car in front of. It was obviously historic with all of its chipped paint and light fixtures.

“They were just beginning construction on this hotel when I was banished. So if it’s alright with you, I’d like to stay here.” Calum reaches into the trunk of the car and pulls out the luggage that he had packed for him. Diana didn’t even want to imagine what he could have possibly packed for her.

“What exactly did you pack for me?” She asks.

“Don’t trust my taste? Your closet was quite limited but I did what I could. I put them in here when you were unconscious.” Calum smirks but doesn’t make eye contact with her while that settles into her mind.

“Wait…you already had all of this in here before you even knew if I’d agree to this trip? What the hell Calum?” Diana approaches him, lightly pushing against his chest.

“I can be very persuasive.” Calum wiggles his perfectly thick eyebrows as he continues to smile down at Diana. The look on her face giving him more joy than it should. She rolls her eyes and releases a loud huff, turning away from his smug face and walking through the revolving doors of the hotel.

They were able to secure a room, but in true cheesy fashion, there was only one bed in the room that would have to be shared. Diana could feel her heart thumping in her throat as they road up in the elevator together. They didn’t look at each other but the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Calum carried the bags down the purple carpeted hallway until they reached their room and he was able to slip the key card into the lock and open the door.

The room had tan carpet and very out dated art on the walls, but it was somehow still perfect. There was a small table next to the two glass doors that lead out onto the balcony with two wrought iron chairs on either side of it. The bedding was a mixture of floral patterns and gold thread, but appeared to be clean and soft, and that was very appealing to Diana’s tired body. She sighed contently as she walked towards it and turned so that she could flopped down flat on her back. Calum laughed quietly, settling the bags down on the other side of the room. His hands went to the front pockets of his pants as he watched her scoot around on the beds soft blanket until she was comfortable against the fluffy pillows.

“Do you need a drink as badly as I do?” He finally asked, deep voice bringing Diana back down to earth.

“Sure.” She said, sitting up and resting her back against the headboard.

Calum kneeled down next to his duffle bag and unzipped it carefully. He quickly pulled out a bottle of bourbon and tossed it onto the bed so that it landed next to Diana’s legs. She jumped a little at the sudden presence of the bottle but her heart really began to thump when she watched Calum pick up two glasses from the mini bar and slowly approach the bed.

“I can hear your heart beating from here.” He said, sitting down on the other side of the bed.

“I just…haven’t drank in long time. Its nothing.” Diana tried taking some deep breaths to calm herself down. Calum handed her a glass and poured some of the amber colored liquid into it before pouring some into his own.

“Cheers to you, sunshine.” Calum drops his eye into a wink and listens as Diana’s heart rate picks up again. She brings the glass up to her lips and throws her head back, taking the whole half glass full down at once.

“Oh god, it burns.” She choked out, her face scrunching up in distaste.

“It’s meant to be sipped. You shouldn’t chug it down like some kind of beast.” Calum laughs.

“Interesting that the Boogeyman would refer to me as a beast.” Diana raises an eyebrow in question. “Down the rest of yours.” She smiles wickedly and Calum wants nothing more than to show her just how wicked he can be.

“Listen, sunshine. It takes a lot for me to get drunk. You’ll be a mess before I’ve even begun to feel it.” Calum’s voice is smooth and challenging at the same time.

“I’m waiting.” Diana grabs the bottle from Calum’s other hand and pours another few shots worth into her glass. Calum keeps his eyes locked with Diana’s as he puts the glass back to his lips and lets the rest of the contents slide down his throat. He licked his lips to get that one last taste of bourbon, and before he can think twice about it, Diana is pouring more into his glass.

“Slow down, beasty.” Calum grabs the bottle from her hand as she downs her next glass of alcohol.

“Party pooper.” Diana coughs on the shot again, trying to smile through it. Calum cant help but smile and watch as she grabs at the bottle again, but this time he keeps it out of her reach.

“May I ask you question?” Calum asked, the pout on Diana’s face becoming too much for him. Diana reached across Calum’s body trying to capture the bottle from him once more. She hadn’t noticed the close proximity until she was able to smell his clean smelling cologne and the warmth of his body. She quickly retreated from the position she was in and scooted across the bed.

“Yeah. Sure. Ask away.” Diana cleared her throat and puller knees up to her chest. Calum smiled gently at her nervousness. The slightest bit of fear dripping in her veins made him close his eyes before he started speaking again.

“How did you come acquire Gracie’s old house?” He asked.

“Before my grandma passed away, she told me about the house. And that her mother had taken her there a few times to visit Gracie when she was a child. So when I came to just see if whoever lived there now would just let me look around, there was a For Sale in the yard. No one had lived in it for years and years because it was supposedly haunted. So I bought it.” She shrugged her shoulders, letting her legs flatten back down against the mattress as she relaxed.

“And is it?” Calum asked.

“If it is, its haunted by someone that doesn’t mind that I’m there.” She laughed a little. Feeling a bit brave, Diana scooted back towards Calum. “Could I ask you a question now?”

“Yes.” He simply stated.

“This witch…do you plan to kill him?” Her voice was soft and curious.

“No. This witch…Michael…he’s a friend.” Calum poured more bourbon into the two glasses and handed one to Diana.

“What kind of friend banishes their friend for 200 years?” Diana asked.

“He thought he was doing what was right. It wasn’t easy for him to do. If anything, it was my fault that he’d lost faith in me. We all answer to Hades, you see. And we were not to reveal ourselves to humans, and Gracie already knew what I was.” Calum’s face is a bit pained as he explains himself.

“You were in love. Love makes you do stupid things.” Diana said just before she drank the shot Calum had poured for her. He couldn’t help but smile at her words and actions. Her cheeks were tinged pink from the alcohol and it may have been the prettiest color Calum had ever seen.

“We can most certainly agree on that, Diana Montgomery.” Calum drank his glass of bourbon down as well.

“Do you want to be in love again?” Diana hiccupped.

“We’ll see.” Calum answered a little too quickly, but Diana didn’t seem to notice, she only smiled and laid her head against Calum’s shoulder.

“The Boogeyman wants to be in love. Not something I thought I’d ever hear.” She laughed and so did Calum.

“Does Diana Montgomery want to be in love?” Calum whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead, making Diana sigh.

“We’ll see.” She repeated, looking up from his shoulder to meet his dark brown irises.

Diana could feel the liquid courage burning through her veins. She wanted to kiss him and her body was not going to tell her no in this moment. So she leaned up just the slightest bit to brush her lips over Calum’s. He didn’t pull away, but his eyes fell shut at the feeling.

“You shouldn’t do that.” He whispered again.

“I want to.” Diana lifted a hand to cup the side of his jaw.

“You’re drunk, Diana.” Calum put his hand over hers and slowly brought it away so that it fell into her lap.

“I’m not that drunk. I’m a big girl, Calum. Do you not want to kiss me?” Diana pulled away, a scowl covering her face as she hiccups again.

“I most certainly want to kiss you. I want to do hells most sinful things to you, sunshine. But I won’t do them when you’re drunk.” Calum stands up from the bed and grabs his bag from the floor. “I’m going to shower. You should sleep.” He didn’t wait for her response, just walked into the bathroom with the door shutting behind him. He could hear her groan dramatically through the door just before he turned on the steamy water in the shower.

Calum came out of the bathroom with only his sweatpants on and a white towel drying gently at his dark curls. He was about to ask Diana if she needed some water when he noticed that she was asleep in the bed. Her hair was messily spread around her head like a black halo and her sweet pink lips were slightly parted as she quietly snored away. It shouldn’t be possible for such a creature to exist among mere humans. She had a magnificent fire burning inside her, and this world didn’t deserve her. But if Calum was being honest with himself, he didn’t deserve her either.

He knew that he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t look into her dreams, but it was nearly impossible to resist. The things she dreamed about were all he wanted to know.

“Just for a moment.” He whispered to himself. Calum sat down on the bed next to Diana and picked up one of her warm hands. He closed his eyes and concentrated his energy until the blackness travelled up his arms and his veins turned to fire. Black smoke trickled out of his fingers and slithered its way into Diana. It didn’t take long for Calum to find himself inside her dreams.

The first thing he saw as he opened his eyes was Gracie’s old house, but it wasn’t old anymore. It had a fresh coat of paint, blue shutters, and flower gardens around every corner. There was a white painted porch swing on the front porch area where someone appeared to be sitting. Calum knew he didn’t have long to be here but his curiosity was getting the best of him.

He hadn’t made it all the way up the steps to the porch before he saw Diana coming out of the front door. She was holding a beer bottle in each hand and there was a huge smile on her face as she stepped out onto the porch, practically skipping over towards the swing. She was angelic to say the least.

“I got you one as well.” He heard her say as she sat down next to the other person on the swing. Calum couldn’t tell who it was from where he was standing so he took a few more steps towards them.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Diana said. Calum knew she couldn’t see him and when the other person on the swing finally came into view he stopped dead in his tracks.

Diana smiled as she took a long swig of the beer in her hand, using her other hand to reach over and push some messy curls off of Calum’s forehead. He was watching himself in Diana’s dream. But why would she dream of him? What had he ever done to deserve to be here? The heart in his chest started beating in the oddest way. He looked up to see himself wrap an arm around Diana’s shoulders, and that’s when he knew he needed to leave. He closed his eyes and breathed in a long breath and he was back in the hotel room, holding her hand in his.

The next morning, Diana woke up with the worlds worst headache. It was absolutely trying to split her skull in half. She blinked her eyes slowly as they tried to adjust to the light in the room. The air blowing from the open balcony doors was warm and the sun that tickled her skin was even warmer. Her body protested slightly when she rolled over onto her other side to see a glass of water and two pain relievers sitting on the night stand. Diana sighed, sitting up to take the medicine and drink the water.

She looked around the room for Calum until she realized he wasn’t in the bed and nowhere in sight. Diana took a deep breath then, taking in the delicious smell of eggs and something sweet. Her stomach growled as she stood up from the bed and followed the delicious smells.

As she crossed the room she noticed the small table and chairs were no longer in the room but were now out on the balcony with the most beautiful spread of food Diana had ever seen. There were multiple trays of neatly arranged fresh fruit and several more plates of eggs, bacon and pancakes. Diana didn’t wait long before she sat down in one of the chairs and started to eat the food in front of her.

Calum stood in the doorway watching fondly as Diana filled her stomach. She wasn’t like any human he’d known. And he had known too many of them. Her dark hair was a mess of knots on her head and he longed to push it away from her freckled face so he could see her eyes a bit better. Something about the way she pulled one leg up onto the chair and sat without a care in the world made Calum want to be closer to her more than ever.

“Morning, sunshine.” He says as he approaches the table. Diana jumps in surprise as she turns to see Calum dressed in black sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. It was so simple and so different from his fancy outfit yesterday.

“Hi.” She squeaked out between bites of food.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, sitting down in the chair across from her.

“Better now.” She said. “Won’t you eat?”

“I don’t need to eat.” Calum replied.

“But can you?” Diana raised an eyebrow.

Calum answered her question by picking up one of the chocolate covered strawberries from a tray and popping it into his mouth with the sexiest smirk on his face.

“Satisfied?” He asked.

“For now.” Diana answered.

“I’m not sure that you are.” Calum stood from his chair and started walking very slowly around the table. “I don’t think you know what satisfaction is, sunshine.” His eyes are dark as they freeze Diana in place. She couldn’t move if she wanted to.

“And you do?” Diana breathes out.

“Mm. I do.” The growling noise that rumbles deep in Calum’s chest is not human at all. He stands in front of Diana a moment before he reaches down between her legs and grabs the seat of the chair pulling it around so that she’s facing him. He then kneels down in front of her, his face just below Diana’s so their eyes can meet.

“Calum…” Diana says barely above a whisper.

“Did you only want to kiss me because you were drunk?” He says. “I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t blame you for not wanting a monster…”

“You’re not a monster.” Diana swallows harshly. Calum laughs quietly with a shake of his head.

“Most would beg to differ. But I thought about that kiss all night, Diana. It took every bit of my restraint and a very cold shower to not give in to you.” Calums hands cup her cheeks that are burning with desire. Diana could remember bits and pieces of the night, but she most certainly remembered that little brush of lips. How could she ever forget a warmth like that.

“What are you waiting for then Mr. Oogey Boogey?” Diana bites her bottom lip and tries to hold back the smile on her face when Calum reacts.

“I dislike that. Please don’t use it again.” Calum uses his thumb to gently pull Diana’s lip from between her teeth. His eyebrows furrowed together adorably.

“You don’t like the Nightmare Before Christmas?” Diana asks.

“I’m sorry…the what?” Calum smiles at her adoringly.

“May you should just kiss me.” Diana sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You’re something else, Diana Montgomery.” Calum’s breath fans over her lips while his nose brushes over hers.

“It’s been two days…you think you can deal with my humanity?” Diana laced her fingers into his dark curls.

“We’ll see.” He smiles as his lips come down to hers. Soft and slow as they learn the way the other feels.

Diana didn’t know how to comprehend how she had gotten here. She had despised this demon two days ago, and now she was kissing him on the balcony of a gorgeous hotel. So why did it just feel right? Why weren’t there any second thoughts? Why did he just make sense? Maybe she didn’t need to know right now or ever. If this was the only time this happened, that would just have to be good enough.

Calum could feel the blackness begin its journey up his hands and to his wrists. He craved her as well as that tiny bit of fear lingering in her veins.

“I need to tell you something before we keep going.” Calum took his lips away from hers momentarily.

“What is it?” Diana touched his jaw and ran her thumb over his swollen bottom lip.

“When I feel…I feel everything so intensely…that this happens.” He holds up his black hands, bits of dark smoke leaking from his fingertips.

“Will it hurt me?” Diana asked curiously.

“I would never.” Calum has a very serious look on his face. “You’ll only feel things more intensely as well.”

“Then please stop worrying so much.” She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him towards her. “I’m not afraid of you, Calum.”

“Then I’ve failed quite miserably at my Boogeyman duties, haven’t I, my darling?” He swiftly picks her up from the chair and threw her over his shoulder. Diana laughed and smacked Calum’s back playfully.

“Put me down!” She shouted just before he placed a playful smack her to her ass. Diana squealed when Calum lifted her effortlessly from his shoulder and tossed her onto the bed. She could easily be mistaken for an angel.

“I need you naked. Will you do that for me?” Calum climbs up her body, slinking slowly and placing kisses to any skin he can get his lips on. Diana couldn’t find the words so she nodded her head.

Calum sat back up, reaching behind him and pulling his shirt over his head. He tossed the white cotton material to the floor and looked down at Diana who was still lying against the floral sheets. Her chest was rising and falling with her quickened breaths.

“Jeans first.” Calum walks around the bed but never takes his eyes from her as Diana clumsily unbuttons her jeans and fumbles to get them off of her long legs. He couldn’t help the smirk that played at the corner of his mouth watching her sit up on her knees and crawl towards him.

“Anything else?” She asked innocently, lifting her shirt up just slightly so that Calum could see baby blue cotton underwear she wore beneath it.

“The shirt goes as well, sunshine.” His voice was low and rough, his long fingers running along the frame of the bed as he continued his way around it. The confines of Calum’s pants grew tighter as he watched Diana pull off the shirt, rumpling her already messy hair. Her chest was bare beneath the shirt and the fact that Calum didn’t have his lips wrapped around her nipples in that moment was a true tragedy.

“I haven’t quite decided why I’m letting you boss me around so much.” Diana says, she doesn’t try to cover herself, she wants Calum to see her.

“Come here, baby.” Calum makes a come hither motion with his pointer finger as he stands at the side of the bed, his knees barely pressing against the mattress.

Diana moves on her hands and knees towards Calum and as she reaches him, he hands immediately go to his bare torso. He was the perfect mixture of soft skin and hard muscles. She could spend hours exploring him with her finger tips. The sun shining through the windows was practically making him glow, and if she didn’t know better she’d swear he was from heaven and not hell. She sat up on her knees and pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest, the soft hum that left his mouth was perfect. The blackness had started travelling up his arms, the veins of his arms were noticeably burning beneath his skin and Diana wondered if it was hurting him in anyway. Her concerned eyes coming up to meet his.

“I’m fine, beautiful. Promise.” He answered her silent question. Diana nodded, fingers running up his chest until they dip into the curves of shoulders and move up his neck until they reached the hairs at the back of his neck.

Calum finally allowed himself to touch her. Her skin was softer than the worlds finest silks and he needed to discover every inch of it. He cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples with his thumbs until she’s quietly moaning with her lip between her teeth. When her mouth parted again Calum was quick to attach his mouth hers. Diana felt her knees get shaky at all the sudden sensations she was feeling. She pulled at Calum, pulling him down onto the bed until they both fell onto the mattress in mess of sweet kisses and tangled limbs.

Thick lips sucked at Diana’s neck and collar bones, leaving red and purple marks in their wake. Her nails skimmed over Calum’s back and shoulders, just enough to make him crazy.

“Calum…I want more.” Diana said breathlessly.

“Then you’ll have more.” Calum moves to his side, his elbow against the mattress and hand resting against his cheek.

Rough fingertips ghost down the center of Diana’s chest and over her stomach until they reach the band of her simple cotton underwear. Diana wished more than anything she had put on something cute yesterday, but it was so too late for such things now. Calum’s fingers were already dipping beneath the material and searching for the parts of her that needed him the most.

Wetness engulfed Calum’s long fingers as he swirled her clit between them. The sight of Diana arching her back from the bed and moaning out in ecstasy was a sight that he knew was meant for him and him alone. His fingers slipped inside her petting at that spot deep inside her that had her pretty eyes rolling to the back of her head. She was already clenching around his digits, chasing her high that she was just at the edge of.

The blackness was slithering up and past Calum’s elbows, and he knew by the way Diana was quickly reaching her orgasm that she was feeling it the same way that he was. A few more long deep pumps of his fingers and she was falling apart just the way he wanted her.

“Oh god…” Diana breathed as she started to come down.

“God can’t find you here, sunshine.” Calum pulled his hand from her underwear and slipped his fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes at the sweet taste. Diana smiled at the statement, suddenly understanding its hilarity.

“I liked that.” Diana admitted with pink cheeks.

“What else would you like?” He asked, fingers grabbing the band of her underwear and pulling them down her legs.

“More of you.” Diana watched as Calum sat up and lifted his hips from the mattress so he could slip off his sweatpants in one swift motion. His cock was practically perfect as he stroked it a few times.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” The words fell from Calum’s mouth so nonchalantly that Diana was almost taken off guard. But she knew what she wanted.

“Yes.” Diana crawled over to where Calum was sitting against the headboard and gently straddled his lap. She took in the sight of the onyx color that had practically taken over most of his arms and the fire in his veins that could be seen glowing beneath it. “You’re so beautiful.” The words slipped out before she could think about them and now she was afraid to meet his eyes. Calum’s fingers touched under her chin and tilted her head up so he could see her.

“You never have to feel ashamed for saying what you’re feeling. Even if I question your definition of beauty.” He smiled and lifted his hands to her hips, pulling her body forward until she hovered above his waiting cock.

“I won’t question yours if you don’t questions mine.” Diana’s hands came to rest on his shoulders and Calum leaned forward to kiss her lips. His tongue licked into her mouth and danced along with hers until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Need inside you, sunshine girl.” Calum whispered against her mouth, she smiled against his and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Calum settled her hips and used his other hand to angle his cock until the head slipped inside the wetness of her pussy. He let her adjust and take her time moving her way down him. Diana had her dark hair thrown over one shoulder and hands moved down to his chest. When she felt comfortable she started a slow rhythm, just moving her hips up and down and coating him in all her wetness. There was already the smallest sheen of sweat appearing on Diana’s forehead as she continued to work her hips, adding in a swivel and eventually bouncing with Calum’s help.

“Calum…it’s…it’s so much.” Diana moaned, the feeling of Calum’s power dripping from his hands was heightening the way everything felt for her and him as well. There was a fog of black smoke settling on top of the blankets around them, it moved each time Diana did.

“You’re doing so well. Should I make you cum now?” Calum asked and Diana nodded. “Would you love that?” He said against the shell of her ear when her head fell forward to his shoulder.

“Please…please, Cal.” She was out of breath as she said the words, the small endearing nickname had Calum flipping Diana onto her back, his cock never leaving inside of her as he started to rick his hips. He moved slowly at first, making sure she was okay.

“Let go for me, Diana. I want all of you.” Calum encouraged her orgasm and it was all it took for her head to fall back and her back to arch from the mattress. Her nails scraped down Calum’s back until they reached the globes of his ass where they stopped and dug crescent shaped indentions into the flesh there. Calum was so close. He hadn’t had this release in so long he wasn’t sure how he had lasted as long as he did.

Looking down into Diana’s eyes, the late morning sun bouncing off her skin and the sweet sounds that left her lips as he fucked her, had Calum spiraling. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting her to see the way they went black when he reached this point. But he felt her smaller hands cup his cheeks and thumbs swipe at his sweaty skin.

“Look at me, please?” She said. “It’s okay, please.” She begged again.

“Don’t be afraid.” Calum barely choked out, being so close to his release.

“I’m not afraid.” Diana held onto his curls as he dipped his head down a little and opened his eyes. They solid black and Diana though maybe he could see into her soul with those eyes, but she wasn’t afraid. No, not in the slightest. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and held onto him tightly.

Calum groaned and grunted until he finished inside her, falling limp against her body.

“You’re alright?” Calum asked, kissing her chest and neck.

“Of course.” Diana answered, eyes taking in the sight of all the black smoke surrounding them retreating back into Calum where it had come from. “Tired again.” She rubbed his back, feeling the raised trails of nail marks down his back.

“Sleep. We can leave in the morning.” Calum pulled himself from inside her and rolled to the other side of the bed.

“Are you sure? You were in quite the hurry yesterday.” Diana snuggled up against him until her head could rest on his chest.

“That was yesterday. Totally different day.” Calum teased, kissing the top of her head and putting an arm around her body.

“I think I’ll shower.” Diana sighs contently and begins to get up from the bed.

“Want to have a go at it in there as well?” Calum’s arms go to rest above his head as he lounges against the pillows and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. Diana laughs, bending back over to kiss him a few more times before she heads to the bathroom.

“I definitely wouldn’t say no if you happened to show up in here.” She doesn’t bother to close the door, just turns on the water. Before she could even get the temperature right, Calum was standing behind her with a grin on his face.

“Couldn’t stay in there when I knew you were naked in here.” His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to his warm body.

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The next morning was almost a blur. Quick kisses and and even quicker breakfast, as Calum had his urgency in finding his friend again. But he still took the time to make sure Diana was still comfortable going with him, and that things hadnt somehow changed because of what they had done...and hoped to continue doing. She assured him that she wanted to still be his “back up” and most definitely wanted to keep having him in any way he would give her.

They were back in the Jeep just as the sun was coming up and the days long drive was underway. Diana didnt mind the long car ride when she could simply ask Calum anything at all and he would give her the most beautifully detailed answers. Things from his past, how he spent his time over hundreds of years. But all too soon, they reached their destination.

Calum could sense that Michael was here. But he was beginning to think that he probably wasnt hiding anymore. The side show carnival scene in front of him was not where Calum was expecting to find one of the most powerful warlocks he had ever known. But at the same time, it was a very Michael type of place to try and lay low.

“C’mon, sunshine. We’ll find him in here.” Calum got out of the Jeep and quickly appeared to the other side to open the door for Diana. She stepped out and he immediately grabbed her hand. “Just stay close to me, okay?”

“I’m not worried. I know I’m safe with you.” Diana kissed his shoulder and let him lead her through the entry gates and into the carnival.

There were the typical red and white striped tents popped up all over the place. Plenty of people playing games and watching the different acts around the grounds. The air smelled of sweet cotton candy and deep fried corn dogs. It was a little heavenly if Diana was being honest. But she kept herself focused, and kept close to Calum as he looked around. He didn’t have to walk far before he saw a blue velvet tent sitting off to the side. The sign outside reading “The Fortune Teller Is In”. Diana immediately felt Calum tense up.

“You should wait outside.” Calum said as he got closer to the tent.

“I cant very well be your back up from out here, Cal. I’m coming with you.” Diana let go of his hand and stood at the entrance of the tent.

“Stubborn woman.” Calum smiled and took her face in his hands so he could kiss her lips.

“Lets go see Michael.” Diana motioned with her head towards the tent. Calum nodded, pushing open the tent door and letting Diana follow him in before he let go of the curtain and it moved back into place.

There were candles lit around the room and a large crystal ball sitting on a table on the far side. There didn’t appear to be anyone there however.

“Where is he?” Diana asked.

“He’s here. Hes just hiding away like a fucking coward.” Calum said loudly, his mouth set in a straight line. They stood there another moment before Calum quickly twisted around, pushing Diana behind him when he sensed a presence behind him.

“Took you longer to get here than I expected.” Michael said, a black beanie covering most of his blonde hair. He was wearing a black beanie that covered most of his blonde hair.

“Got held up.” Calum smirked, squeezing Diana’s hand gently. Her cheeks turned bright pink as Michael took a moment to smile down at her.

“What can I do for you?” Michael asked. “Doesn’t seem like you’ve been too deterred of the humans.”

“Does it really matter anymore? You left me in hell even after things changed. And I just felt like you should know, that I’m going to kick your ass.” Calum raised his hand ridiculously fast, too fast for Diana to comprehend, and the black smoke shot from his fingers and wrapped around Michae’s neck.

The blonde boy made some choking noises and pulled at his neck. When he realized he wasnt getting anywhere, he started to whisper softly to himself. Diana wasn’t and expert on things like this but she assumed he was saying a spell or incantation.

“Your magic isn’t going to work…” Before Calum could finish his sentence he was getting flung across the room. Diana ran to him, and help him up from the ground.

“Are you okay?” She asked. Calum grabbed her wrist and put her back behind him. Calum was getting ready to attack again but Michael stopped him.

“Stop, okay? Just fucking stop. I didn’t pull you out of hell right away for exactly this reason. You’re a fucking hot head, Cal.” Michael situated the beanie back in his head and sighed loudly.

“Wouldn’t you be the same way?” Calum scoffed.

“We have bigger things to worry about.” Michael said. “The vamps are getting out of control.”

“What are you? SOme kind of supernatural police officer? Why should I care about some vamps?” Calum stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Because you’re little human girlfriend will most certainly be on their menu if they have things their way.” Michael explained. Calum reached behind him and took Diana’s hand.

“They would never get the chance.” Calum said, his voice was deep and serious.

“Then maybe you should stop holding a 200 year old grudge and help me out with this?” Michael took a step closer to him, but still kept his distance.

“I shouldnt even fathom helping you with shit.” Calum gritted his teeth and spun around with Diana’s hand still in his to move towards the door.

“Vamps are the ones that got Gracie.” Michael said, freezing Calum in his tracks. “And they’ll keep getting stronger.”

“You’re sure?” Calum asked.

“I thought she died of natural causes?” Diana said.

“That practically code for vampire attack back then.” Michael explained. He walked back to Calum and put his hand on his shoulder. Calum looked over at his hand with a scowl on his face.

“Don’t touch me.” Calum sneered, pulling his shoulder away from Michael’s touch.

“If I help you with this, its for Gracie, not for you.” Calum made sure his words were loud and clear.

“Whatever gets you on board with this, man.” Michael moved to the other side of the room and placed one of his hands on his crystal ball. “We are going to need more help.” The crystal ball flashed different colors and swirls of light as Michael moved his hand in circular motion. Calum sighed in frustration before he turned back to look at Diana.

“Are you in? For Gracie?” Calum asked her.

“For Gracie.” Diana said with confidence, not sure what her part would be in all of this. But she was ready nonetheless.

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6 + 99 please!

Bookshop au + Magical accidents (+ mermaid/siren + werewolf + Only One Bed™) for one of my favorite people in the whole wide world. Definitely positively absolutely not safe for work. I’m self-fiving at it not breaking 10k words. It was a struggle.

Thank you to @garglyswoof for tolerating my constant idea bouncing and ‘can you look at this real quick pleeeeeease’ harassment, and to @chica-cherry-lola for helping me get started and @goldcaught and @candycolamorgan for letting me creepily watch them like a hawk in a hotel room while they read the first draft and listening to me complain about how many words this was.

I hope you like it Laine <3

Caroline tried her best not to give Werewolf With Dimples the evil eye as he walked through the front entrance of the bookshop, the bell letting out a shrill clang.

To be fair, she wasn’t ten thousand percent sure he was a werewolf, but every time he entered Mystic Books her skin would get all prickly, letting her know that another supernatural non-witchy type was around, and there were only a few choices that came out in daylight and could pass for human.

She didn’t know Werewolf With Dimples’s name, nor had she ever had any direct interaction with him. Occasionally she caught him glancing at her when she was shelving new releases—the section he frequented—but other than that, no communication whatsoever.

Anyway, she kind of hated him, mostly on principle.

She’d been working at the magical bookstore on the edge of Mystic Falls for most of the year while she took night classes towards her degree in Economics. The owner, Sheila, taught part-time as a visiting professor in the Religious Studies department, and Caroline had really loved her History of Paganism and Witchcraft in Literature class when she took it for a gen ed credit. She’d quickly pinned on a minor in Religious Studies and asked Sheila to be her advisor. After a few enthusiastic office-hour conversations about the books she was assigned and a side-mention of how she was looking for a part-time gig for the summer, Sheila had offered her a job.

She wished the customer she was ringing up a good day and as soon as they were out the door she glanced around the bookshop to re-locate Werewolf With Dimples with the intent of trying to convey her displeasure through murder eyes as she aggressively shelved books in his immediate vicinity. She was seriously tempted to unclasp her necklace and let her fangs out in the hopes that she’d spook him and he’d take his own ass out the door without any extra effort. Unfortunately, all he did was glance up and meet her eyes with a small smirk before returning to his reading.

She took a moment to remind herself that Sheila would get mad if she ate customers. She was lucky that the owner had trusted her enough to give her a chance. It had been terrifying to admit her secret, the confession leaving her in a low, shaky voice after her fangs had broken through her gums and scared one of the teenage boys that unsubtly eyed her legs while she reshelved books. Sirens had to feed on blood to walk on land and were often mistaken for vampires due to their similar diet, but Sheila knew better and thankfully understood. She made her a necklace to dampen her cravings, imbuing it with enough magic that she could feed from it instead of humans, letting her keep her legs without having to hurt anyone.

Combined with the free access to all the books she could want and the steady air conditioning, if you ignored Werewolf With Dimples ruining her day it had so far been the most stress-free summer she’d had. She glanced up at him again to give him a good stink eye and was absolutely not at all distracted by the shape of his forearms revealed by the henley rolled up to his elbows or the way his long fingers wrapped around the cover of whatever book he was flagrantly consuming without a thought at all to the ‘NO BROWSING WITHOUT BUYING’ sign she’d made the week before and thoughtfully thumbtacked to the shelf by the armchair he always sat in.

The demand for printed grimoires, their best-selling section, was waning because you could find most of the common ones online. They were struggling to stay open as it was, had even opened a magical pastry counter in an attempt to gain more revenue, and she was infuriated that Werewolf With Dimples just came in, read books, and left without buying anything.

Not even from the pastry counter.

Frankly, Caroline thought it was more than a bit rude. This wasn’t a library. You weren’t supposed to be able to just walk in and read whatever you wanted without buying anything. It was a respectable capitalist establishment. She’d taken to mentally ringing up the price of all the books he’d read and then reshelved, and he’d already hit over $500 of stolen knowledge.

He sometimes also reshelved things wrong, watching her with a small smile on his lips when she went to fix it after he got up. She was 99% sure he was doing it on purpose.

Honestly, he was lucky that she didn’t eat customers.

The only good thing about Werewolf With Dimples was that he was cute. She suspected that it was how he’d gotten away with being a flagrant thief for so long. The Halo Effect was a real thing. It was just science.

She swore to herself every time he left that next time she’d tell him that they had the right to refuse service to anyone and to please see himself out unless he was going to purchase something, but for some reason she’d never been able to go through with it.

Until now.

She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath before walking over, trying not to look too aggressive. He was lounging on a plush chair in the corner of their rare grimoire section, reading a leather-bound tome that looked like one of the newer releases.

“Hi,” she said with her best customer service smile, waiting until he looked up at her to continue. “So, I’ve noticed that you’ve been coming here a lot lately.”

He smirked, and she immediately realized that her opening could be taken in a much different way than she’d meant it. She cleared her throat and jabbed her finger at the sign a foot away from his ear and continued. “We have a policy here about browsing.”

“Do you?” he asked, his voice low and smooth. She hadn’t been expecting the accent, but she shook it off like a champ and nodded.

“Yeah. You can’t just like, read the books without buying things. No browsing without a purchase. This is a bookshop, with the emphasis on shop.”

“Consider me informed,” he said, clearly trying not to laugh, and she glared at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Okay, great! I am. So, you going to buy that?”

“I must admit that I wasn’t planning on it, no.”

“Great!” she said with forced cheer, tugging it out of his hands. “I’ll reshelve it then.”

He watched with clear amusement as she inspected the cover, trying to find the title, and she figured out why when she saw it, stamped in gold on the front of the leather cover. Maybe in her first month she would have blushed and been more than a little flustered at ripping a book clearly about sex spells and potions from an attractive man’s hands, but at this point she felt like she’d seen everything.

“Can I help you find anything else?” she asked, grabbing a stepstool and carrying it over to reshelve the book.

He didn’t answer, and when she turned around after sliding the book into its proper place he was gone.

As she’d said. Fucking rude.

He still showed up every day after that (except the three days around the full moon, which totally confirmed her werewolf theory), but he now bought a pastry from the counter before he settled down to read. He’d apparently taken the ‘no browsing without a purchase’ rule to mean that any purchase was sufficient, which was so not the case, yet despite her annoyance she sometimes found herself irritatingly distracted by his tongue darting over his lips to catch the flakes of the buttery croissants, or by the look on his face as he read.

After hours she sometimes stuck around to read books in the back room, and she’d started to pick up whatever he was reading out of curiosity. His choices were good, she was loathe to admit. They seemed to have a lot in common in terms of their favorite subjects. However, it didn’t stop him from being a total ass.

She didn’t have much time to confront him even if she’d wanted to, anyway. Katherine had decided to move back to Bulgaria and Sheila was out of town for winter break. That left Caroline completely alone to do all of the stocking herself. She was pulling multiple shifts, and though the overtime pay was nice, it was still a lot of work.

Caroline was busy sorting the books that were too old for new arrivals but hadn’t been sold yet when she felt someone come up behind her, nearly dropping the newest edition of the magical creature encyclopedia and barely catching it before it tumbled down to what would have been a painful fall onto her toes. She whirled around to have some serious words with whoever had snuck up on her, leveling her glare at none other than Werewolf With Dimples.

Of fucking course.

She pushed a slightly damp curl out of her face, the air conditioning having inconveniently broken just after Sheila had left, trying to calm her racing heart. She didn’t like being startled, her fight-or-flight instincts tending to scream “swim before you become siren sushi,” and it was even worse when she was on land when she just looked jumpy.

“Can you not sneak up on me like that?” she asked, abandoning all semblance of her normally stellar customer service attitude.

“Sorry, love. I was just going to ask if you needed help.”

“You don’t work here,” she said shortly, placing the book she’d been holding on the pile for magical creature research and turning to the next one.

“I’m here enough to know my way ‘round,” he pointed out.

“That’s weird, since you somehow don’t reshelve books correctly when you’re done browsing without a purchase.”

He didn’t even try to deny it, and she huffed at the knowing smirk on his stupid smug face.

“I’d be more of a help than a hindrance, I think. And you look like you’re a bit overwhelmed.”

“I’m not overwhelmed,” she said, her tone a bit sharper than she’d meant it to be, but Werewolf With Dimples didn’t seem to mind, his lips twitching before he nodded.

“Well, suit yourself, then.”

She huffed, the temptation of an extra hand outweighing both her pride and her common sense for one crucial moment that she was sure she’d regret. “Wait,” she said, and he turned around, his eyebrows raised. She kind of hated that he looked so smug that she was clearly about to let him help, but she didn’t really want to be stuck in the shop too late.

“Yes, love?”

“If you can just sort the books into piles according to their sections while I shelve them, that would be a huge help.”

“Of course,” he said easily, walking over and standing beside her, leaning over the table. He smelled really good, even with her necklace dulling her hunger. She had to resist the urge to linger, instead clearing her throat and gesturing to the large bucket of unsorted tomes before picking up a pile for the Rituals section.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, and he shot her a dimpled smile, his eyes sparkling as though he knew what she’d been thinking, and she hoped that she’d turned around before he could see her blush, her tongue running over her teeth just to make sure she hadn’t accidentally let her fangs appear.

What was wrong with her?

He was attractive, and she wasn’t above admitting that she’d totally go home with him if they had met in a bar. If he hadn’t been such a dick about the browsing thing, she might have even considered indulging in a little flirting at the store, maybe even a fling if he’d been a decent person, but she couldn’t justify it now that he’d shown himself to be the actual worst. To be fair, he had offered to help, though she doubted he had pure intentions from the way he watched her. What was the harm in taking advantage of his willingness to make her job easier? She totally deserved it for putting up with him.

As much as she told herself that he was a means to an end--her being able to go home at the end of her shift and bingewatch some Real Housewives--she found herself distracted from her work wondering how his long fingers would feel curled inside of her as he breathed filthy things in her ear, whether his eyes would flash wolfgold with want when he looked at her. She would never go through with it obviously. Purely a physical attraction.

But it was still annoying.

Ugh. He was just a really hot thorn in her side. He’d help out and she’d send him on his way, their totally unfriendly antagonism continuing to run its course. She shelved the books much too slowly, trying to get her heart rate back to normal, and when she returned he was already halfway through the bin, methodically sorting them into the piles she’d created.

“Thanks for helping,” she said, trying to keep her voice neutral.

“It’s my pleasure.”

That smile should be illegal. Like, a federal crime. It made her feel like he wanted to eat her, but in a good way.

She swallowed, snatching up the next pile and speed-walking away to shelve it without another word. She was highly aware of his eyes on her every time she climbed the ladder to slide the books into their proper places one-by-one. She was surprised that she wasn’t more nervous, centuries of her kind being hunted out of existence by humans making her wary of anyone who watched her so intently, and when he drank her in his eyes were hungry. Though she’d long noticed the shivers he sent down her spine, the nervousness that werewolves tended to bring out in her, it suddenly hit her that she’d never actually felt unsafe. They were only wolves for one night per month, it was true, but that didn’t make them powerless in human form; their accelerated healing and enhanced strength were still a definite threat to her if they weren’t friendly. A siren could tempt a wolf to give chase, could draw them in with the same heated looks and magnetic draw that they used to trap their human prey, but only at the risk of becoming a meal themselves once they were caught.

The heated glances he sent her made her blood rush, her heart thumping in her chest from the intoxicating high of being hunted, but in an entirely different way than she’d expected. He was hungry for her, and since she obviously didn’t want to give in, not one bit, it was deeply irritating.

When she turned back he seemed absorbed in his task, and she saw that he was almost done sorting the entire pile. Clearly she’d been procrastinating on each section for too long. She picked up the next set of books, looking up at him when he spoke.

“I’m Klaus,” he said softly. The low tone felt odd to her after the heated glances and wicked taunting smirks she’d come to expect from him, the abrupt shift throwing her off.

“Caroline,” she said, putting down the book pile to shake his hand, her breath catching at the heat of his touch, the way the energy seemed to crackle between them. Like witches, sirens could sense magic by touch, could read a baseline of intent, but she’d never felt a charge so strong before. She met his eyes and found that she couldn’t look away. He seemed as surprised as she was by their weird magic-y connection, his gaze finally darting down to where their hands were still clasped, the feel of his calloused palm pressed against hers somehow throwing her off-balance even more.

“Caroline,” he repeated, as though testing how her name rolled off his tongue, and she felt a totally unwanted flush creep up her cheeks at his tone. “Is there anything else I can do?”

She swallowed, desperately looking for a way to diffuse the tension. “Um... Yeah. Reshelve these and then I have some other stuff you can help with. If you want, I mean. Come with me.”

She walked just a bit too fast in the direction of the stockroom, hoping she’d managed to turn quickly enough that he hadn’t seen her blush.

Klaus, as it turned out after a few hours voluntarily trapped in his presence, was annoyingly charming. He had a dry sense of humor that made her laugh before she could think to suppress it, and they ended up in the back stockroom close to midnight, still doing inventory that she probably could have finished up herself by ten.

It was weirdly worth it, though.

She didn’t have many people to talk to other than her roommate, who honestly was kind of a killjoy, and her friends from high school. Even from just snooping on the books he’d read she’d been able to have a real conversation with him about magical theory and history that was much more engaging than any she’d had in university classes. He really listened to her when she talked instead of planning his next point during her debates, and she kind of hated that she liked him for achieving the basic low bar of being attentive when she said words.

Maybe it was more than that, she admitted to herself when she glanced at the clipboard for the last aisle, highly aware of him just behind her. Maybe it was that she hadn’t had this much fun in a really long time. Maybe it was that he seemed to get her. Earlier she’d attributed the heated intense looks to physical chemistry, a primal sort of hunger that had everything to do with how he thought she’d look tangled in his sheets with his mark between her thighs, but she abruptly realized as he laughed at one of her jokes in their first ten minutes in the stockroom that it was more than that. He looked at her like she was fascinating.

They were approaching one in the morning when he’d said it, and honestly he’d chosen what was most likely the worst possible time. She’d been insisting that she could shelve a grimoire that looked like it weighed more than your average ten year old, mostly out of principle when he’d offered. The book was too valuable to keep out front and totally not something for a non-employee to mess with if she didn’t want to face Sheila’s wrath.

He hadn’t argued, just given her an exasperated look that she found more endearing than patronizing, and stood back as she climbed the ladder, subtly trying to spot her. She used a burst of her magic to boost it to the top shelf, slightly off balance from the toll it took on her. Her necklace must need a bit of a refresher spell, she noted. “What are you?” he’d asked, blurted really. It was clearly impulsive, but he didn’t move to apologize, apparently choosing to stand by asking her such a personal question.

She bristled at his rudeness, the distraction making her weight shift unexpectedly. Her arms flapped as she tried to regain her balance, and she managed to hold onto a shelf and steady herself on the ladder before glaring at him. “Excuse me?” she asked, her voice high pitched and defensive. “Seriously? You don’t just ask people what they are.”

“I’m a werewolf,” he said bluntly, and she huffed.

“I know.”

He didn’t seem surprised that she’d figured it out, though to be fair he hadn’t tried to hide it—a lot of the books he borrowed were about werewolves—and as a certified snoop herself she couldn’t exactly blame him for being nosey. Still, she didn’t owe him an explanation, especially since most stereotypes about sirens weren’t all that flattering.

“Well then it’s only fair to enlighten me as well.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“What are you afraid of?” he asked, and she gritted her teeth.

She doubted he’d attack her, especially in his human form, and she’d seen that he’d read a book or two with content about sirens that was accurate. It wasn’t like she was going to eat him. Her self-control was excellent, and he had no idea how weak she currently was. If he reacted badly she’d ask Sheila to add him to the barrier spell on the door. Not only did it emit an electric shock to anyone who was on the list--usually thieves or rude customers--but Katherine had fended off her boredom during an unusually slow afternoon enchanting it to scream creative insults at the unwanted guest.

What was he going to do, write his congressman?

“I’m a siren,” she said reluctantly, fingering her shell necklace nervously out of habit. “But I don’t like, eat people.”

“Isn’t that how you keep your powers?” he asked, and she was relieved that he didn’t seem at all on edge or nervous. Just curious.

“My necklace is enchanted so that I don’t have to feed. Eating people is kind of rude.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is it?”

She snorted, hopping down from the ladder and taking the next book he handed her. “Well, humans are fragile, you know? I don’t want to accidentally give them anemia or something.”

“Fair. Does the necklace also give you enough power to keep your legs?”

She slotted the book into its proper place and made a mark on the clipboard, nodding. “Yep! My powers with my necklace are basically limited to some basic magic and being kickass at karaoke, but that’s only useful at parties. No tail unless the necklace comes off.”

Klaus looked intrigued more than anything, and she resisted the urge to go into more detail as she moved the ladder down a bit and plucked the next book out of his hands, climbing up to shelve it. She was so determined to look normal after revealing such a huge secret that she accidentally knocked one of the artifacts down with her elbow, and it fell to the ground with a clang followed by a shattering of glass.

“Oh, shit,” she breathed, looking around with wide eyes.

She wasn’t sure what she’d knocked over, and she frantically tried to find the label on the shelf she’d knocked it from before sighing in relief. It wasn’t anything important, just some empty vials.

The sigh was short-lived, her panic over the vials upending her balance, and she fell off the ladder with a thump, her arms aching, vaguely recognizing the sharp high note of something shattering against the concrete floor. She stared at the ceiling unseeingly, too distracted by how her hips suddenly felt like they were on fire. It took about half a second to realize what the familiar sensation was, the itchy bubbling of scales already tingling on her lower abdomen as her skin tightened and shifted.

“Caroline?” Klaus asked, sounding worried, and she winced as she heard the rip of cloth, her fusing legs ripping her jeans and thong in half as the spell crept down her thighs.

“My necklace,” she said frantically, clumsily rolling over on her elbows and reaching for the shell and cord that lay a foot away, trying to crawl toward it. She knew that it was most likely shattered and therefore stripped of its magic, but her tiny flame of hope that it had just become unfastened was extinguished when Klaus followed her line of vision and immediately bent down to pick it up, handing her the leather cord with only a fragment of the shell still clinging to it. “It’s broken,” she said unnecessarily, staring down at it.

“Where can you get another?” Klaus asked, and Caroline sighed.

“Well, Sheila can enchant one for me, but she’s out of town.”

He winced, clearly trying not to stare at the shimmering scales that had replaced her legs, the transformation only just finishing with her feet elongating into the end of her tail as she tried to sit up. She swore, and as soon as Klaus noticed what she was doing he bent to help her, his hand warm against her arm as he helped her regain her balance.

“Can I help in the meantime?”

“You’ve already done me like, fifty favors today,” Caroline pointed out, knowing that any decent person would help her get home instead of leaving her to lay on the stockroom floor unable to walk, but feeling like she had to say it out of principle.

He seemed to agree, giving her a disbelieving look before turning to her jeans and the red lace scrap that had previously been her thong. She probably would have been embarrassed if she wasn’t so stressed from her predicament. “You can leave those there,” she said. “Just grab my phone out of my pocket.”

He did as she directed, checking both back pockets and pulling out her phone. “Your purse is by the front desk?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be right back,” he promised, returning moments later with her purse over one shoulder and bending down to pick her up. “My car is the only one in the lot, but if you’d prefer I can get something to hide the tail.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s dark anyway,” she said, distracted by how warm he was and how good he smelled. She hated how even though she felt completely helpless in her current form, she felt oddly safe cradled against his chest.

“Your apartment?” he offered, and she shook her head.

“I live with a roommate. She doesn’t know. I don’t want to give her a heart attack.”

“I live alone?” he offered. “I even have a bathtub, if you’d prefer.”

She resisted the urge to snort, not wanting to be rude him when he was being nice (and she’d heard dumber questions before by far).

“Your place would be great, but don’t worry, I won’t need to take over your bathtub for anything other than bathing.”

She could have sworn she heard an off-beat thump of his heart, the hitch of his breath. Her words replayed in her mind and she tried to keep her composure while fighting the image of him walking in on her in the bath out of her mind. She wondered how entranced he’d be by the glistening of her scales, whether his gaze would trace the beads of water... She caught his eyes, noticed they were darker than they had been just a moment before. Had his thoughts been wandering in the same direction?

A few days ago she might have found the idea of him thinking of her naked creepy and irritating, but now she had to internally admit it was kind of hot...

She felt the light pierce of her teeth against her gums and shook herself, trying to push down the sudden bite of hunger she’d felt. He smelled even better now that her powers weren’t suppressed, his heartbeat temptingly strong and his jugular just inches away from her watering mouth. She was highly tempted to ask him whether he’d let her have a little taste so that she could get her legs back and they could both pretend this never happened, but feeding from someone was intimate, gave her a rush of adrenaline and pleasure and was as potent an aphrodisiac for whoever she was taking blood from as it was for herself. It would be taking advantage of him to ask, especially considering that he was clearly into her, and if she connected with him like that, things could get messy.

It would be better to wait for Sheila to come back and solve this without any unnecessary complications.

The night air was cool against her skin as they exited the shop, Klaus scanning the parking lot as though looking for threats before he brought her to what must have been his car, clumsily poking at the lever with his foot to move the chair back so that she could rest in the passenger seat comfortably. “Thanks so much, Klaus. Really,” she said, needing to break the silence somehow as she strapped herself in.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Her heart fluttered and she swallowed audibly, staring determinedly at a streetlamp out the window, listening to the driver’s side door slam and the car start up, not wanting to meet his eyes. Maybe it was more than lust, she realized, chewing her lower lip. Maybe she liked him. Just a little.

Ugh.

Had she seriously managed to catch feelings for this guy she’d been annoyed with for literal months? Seriously?

She was too exhausted to give it any real thought, she decided, determinedly leaning against the cool glass of the window and trying to ignore Klaus’s glances at her whenever they stopped at a light. She managed to doze off against the window as they drove, and it felt like just a moment had passed when he gently touched her shoulder to wake her. They’d arrived at a brick apartment building that she’d noticed before when she was downtown, and she unbuckled her seatbelt as he got out, a bit embarrassed at how helpless she was in her current state but deciding it was better not to draw attention. She took deep calming breaths as he carried her up the stairs in silence, doing her best to avoid catching his scent.

She hadn’t really thought this plan through, she realized once Klaus got the door to his studio open. It was a small space, which made sense given this housing market and that he couldn’t have been more than a year or two older than her, but it also meant that the one bed took up a good third of the non-kitchen living space.

It was late and she was exhausted. She could tell Klaus was getting tired too, but werewolves were natural night people, and considering that he barely ever came into the bookshop until afternoon she’d assumed that he either slept late every day or had a morning job.

“It’s a recliner,” he said as he set her down on a chair in the tiny living room. “The lever is on the side.”

She quickly figured out how to operate it, the footrest popping up to support her tail, and she sighed in relief as she leaned back against the cushions. It wasn’t as comfortable as a bed, and she’d have a nasty backache the next day, but hopefully she could borrow Klaus’s computer and get a hotel until Sheila got back from London. “Thanks.”

“Of course, love. The remote is in the side drawer and I can get the wi-fi password for you in a moment. I just need to start the laundry for fresh sheets. I hadn’t expected guests.”

“Laundry?”

He gave her an exasperated look. “For the bed. You can’t possibly think I’d make you sleep on that?”

“Klaus, I’m the one intruding on your space. I don’t want to make you go out of your way—“

“Honestly, Caroline, it’s not a problem. If you’d feel more comfortable with me in the chair that’s all right, but my mother would roll in her grave if she knew I’d let a young lady sleep on my apartment’s equivalent of a couch.”

She eyed him for a few seconds gauging his sincerity before deciding that sleeping in a chair instead of a bed was not a hill she wanted to die on. At all. Especially since she wouldn’t be able to get out of the chair.

She was putting her trust in him and it was scary, but her instincts told her that he wouldn’t hurt her. He was dangerous, but so was she and it wasn’t like she wasn’t a perfectly functioning member of polite society. As long as she didn’t give into the temptation to take just a taste of him, everything would be fine.

“We can use the bed, but I’m too tired to wait for laundry,” she said, fighting back an unwelcome yawn even as she spoke, and he smiled slightly.

“All right, love. Shall I get you something to sleep in?”

“Just a shirt is fine. Thanks.”

He nodded and went to the dresser in the corner, opening a drawer and bringing a henley back to her, murmuring that he was going to use the restroom. She changed quickly, wrapping her bra in her shirt and throwing it in the general direction of her purse, satisfied when it landed just behind it.

The fabric of the shirt was soft against her skin, and it was comfortable enough that she knew she wouldn’t mind sleeping in it. She yawned again, stretching, and she vaguely heard the door open and saw Klaus come out shirtless in just a pair of boxer-briefs. She tried her best not to let her eyes wander, but she couldn’t seem to manage it, absorbing his abs and the tattoo inked across his shoulder, barely stopping herself from licking her lips, wondering what his skin would taste like. “I live alone so I don’t keep anything to sleep in as a general rule. If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll take the chair.”

She hoped that he couldn’t see her flush at how loaded his tone was. He clearly knew that the only discomfort she had was with their chemistry, and she was hoping he didn’t comment on it. He had a mirror after all, and she didn’t want to get into a conversation about whether she found him attractive or not. It was too much effort, and she was practically falling asleep in the recliner.

“It’s fine,” she said, thankful that she could keep her voice even. “Can you move me?”

He nodded, picking her up easily and setting her down on the mattress, making himself busy plugging his phone in and offering her an extra charger, which she accepted. While he pawed through her purse for her phone she managed to wriggle to the other side of the bed, trying to make herself as comfortable as possible while soaked in his scent and craving a taste. She felt herself sink bonelessly into the mattress, her eyes closing, and it wasn’t long before she fell asleep.

Caroline stirred slowly, instinctively turning to blindly fumble for her phone from where her side table usually was and coming into contact with Klaus’s chest instead, her eyes flying open when he grumbled softly, stirring but not waking.

It was then that she realized she was in a bit of a quandary.

She was half underneath him, her face level with his shoulder, and she suspected that she’s slept with her face tucked into it (whoops), pressed against him comfortably with his arms tight around her, the heat and scent of him cloaking her. The beat of his pulse thumped insistently next to her ear and her mouth watered at the prospect of just a taste. The magic in the necklace had only been enough to keep her from being uncomfortably hungry, and now that she didn’t have that safety net, she was fucking starving.

“Klaus,” she hissed, poking him lightly in the chest, feeling slightly bad for waking him up but figuring he’d be happier being awake and not breakfast rather than the alternative. He shifted, and her breath hitched when she felt his morning erection pressed against the sensitive skin where her scales met skin.

“What, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and rough from sleep.

“You need to get up.”

“What time is it?”

“I don’t know but I’m hungry,” she said, unable to resist taking a deep inhale of his neck before he pulled away, looking at her with bleary, sleep-glazed eyes.

“I can do a coffee run in a bit if you—“

“No, like, hungry,” she emphasized. “Like hungry as in for you.”

He suddenly looked much more awake, his eyebrow quirking as he clearly fought not to laugh. “Is that so?”

She huffed, knowing that a flush was creeping up her cheeks to show her embarrassment at her poor choice of words. “Like, for your blood.”

“Do you want to eat?” he asked, his tone loaded with innuendo as he moved to brush her hair out of her face in a surprisingly tender gesture that made her heart flutter and her pulse race. “I don’t mind.”

She bit her lip, part of her wondering whether he knew what he was signing up for and the rest of her tempted beyond belief.

“Feeding on a person is intimate,” she said slowly, shifting underneath him, just the prospect of the rush of his blood on her tongue making her nipples pebble. She doubted the flush in her cheeks was just from embarrassment now. “I don’t want you to do it because you feel like you have to. Like, I can stop myself from—“

“I want to,” he interrupted. “I’ll heal, Caroline.”

“I know,” she said, trying to keep her voice from growing thick with lust. “It’s not just intimacy though. It’s also kind of sexual.”

“You can’t possibly think that I would say no to the prospect of spending the morning satisfying all facets of your hunger for me,” he murmured, the goosebumps bubbling up on her skin and the quiver of her tail against his leg betraying how much she wanted to give into him. She took a deep shaking breath, licking her lips and trying to muster her very best glare.

“This is a one-time semi-hate fuck,” she said as though it was an announcement, one they both knew was most likely completely false.

He snorted. “Is that what your plan is?”

“Once,” she repeated, and he smirked, bending down to nip her ear.

“I’ll try to change your mind then, shall I? I’d like nothing more than to coax you into my bed again, Caroline,” he whispered, his hand skimming down her scaled hip up to her side, sneaking under the henley she’d borrowed to stroke her soft skin. “Are you open to being convinced?”

“You can try,” she said, too stubborn to admit that she was most definitely open to it. Wanted it, even.

“I’ll do more than try, sweetheart,” he said, bending down so that his lips hovered over hers, stopping just short of brushing them together.

He was waiting for her, the ball definitively in her court, and she was too impatient to feign stubbornness anymore. She brushed her nose against his, catching his lips in a soft kiss, the swipe of tongue against her lower lip making her moan softly, her back arching at the sensation of his hand gliding down her spine, the brush of his calloused palm over her sensitive skin making her gasp. She let her finger trace the tattoo on his shoulder as she bent to kiss the other side his neck, her tongue tracing the dip of his jugular, her fangs splitting through her gums just from the anticipation. “You sure?” she asked, pulling away to look at him. He was watching her with parted lips and dark eyes, a finger reaching out to trace the line of her lip before he cupped her cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb against her fang, slicing into the skin. She moaned at the scent of it, her eyes closing as she lightly sucked a bit of blood from the wound, unable to tear her eyes away from his, enjoying the way he swallowed audibly, the low rumble in his throat when she flicked his skin with her tongue as she withdrew.

“I’m sure,” he said, and she grinned at the obvious lust in his voice, pulling off the borrowed henley so that she could feel his skin on hers as she bent to nip his shoulder, his cock hard and hot against her hip through his boxerbriefs. She flicked her tongue to catch the blood that welled up, grinning at his answering groan. “Take more,” he said, his tone rough and demanding and full of need.

She bent to sink her fangs into his neck, moaning loudly as she sucked gently, his blood rich and thick against her tongue. She felt her skin begin to relax, her scales melting away to reveal pliant flesh, and Klaus wasted no time sliding his hand under her thigh to part her legs, settling himself in between them as she fed, his cock pressed against her inner thigh, the fabric separating them giving her a delicious sort of friction just inches from where she really wanted it..

She reached beneath the waistband of his boxerbriefs to wrap her fingers around his length, stroking him firmly and ghosting her thumb across the tip, and it was immensely satisfying to hear the way he swore out her name, how his hips moved automatically, chasing her touch. She lazily explored the skin of his abs with her fingertips as she stroked him slowly, pulling back to look at him with dazed, blooddrunk eyes.

His gaze was focused on her tongue as she licked his blood from her lips, and he reached down to wrap his fingers around her wrist, stopping her from stroking him. “Fuck, Caroline...”

“If you didn’t I’d be really disappointed,” she muttered, shifting to try to get friction against his covered cock, needing to soothe the persistent ache between her thighs.

He chuckled, bending down to catch her mouth with his and tugging her lower lip roughly between his teeth as he slipped two fingers inside of her, his lips parting slightly with a groan when he found how wet she was, fingers curling against her walls with a practiced motion that made her muscles tighten as she rolled her hips for more, her moan almost embarrassingly loud. The blood high had gotten her most of the way there, and when he brushed her clit with his thumb she dug her nails into his back and chased his touch, panting out his name and falling back bonelessly from her release.

“Disappointed?” he asked lightly, a wicked smirk playing on his lips that turned her on even more.

“It was pretty fast. Was that all?” she teased, knowing that it was completely impossible for him not to know how good it had been, her breathing still shallow and quick.

“Oh, that was just the beginning,” he murmured, drinking her in with dark eyes that flashed gold for just a moment when she reached to trace the already healed wound her bite had left on his shoulder. “I’m not nearly done with you, sweetheart. The full moon is close, and you’re not the only monster here.”

“I’ve had wolf sex,” she breathed, still shallow from coming down from her high but turned on enough that she didn’t stop him when he lazily slipped two fingers back inside of her, hooking them against her walls as he watched her face intently. “My ex was one.”

His eyes flashed again for just a moment, his thumb pressing down on her clit as he dragged his nails just shy of her g-spot, and she bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to stifle what would have been an embarrassingly loud moan.

“So you know about what the moon does to me, then?”

“Yeah.”

“And you don’t mind?”

“Do I really seem like a ‘please fuck me gently’ type of girl after that?” she asked, her eyebrows raised, though she was barely able to get the words out evenly when he brushed his thumb against her clit again, his other hand pressed against her hip to keep her from getting too much friction. He clearly wanted to draw it out, and she wasn’t opposed.

“Then what do you want, sweetheart?” he asked, a slow, pleased smirk spreading across his face, and she felt her breath catch as Klaus found her g-spot again, pressing in a way that made her legs turn to jelly. “Tell me.”

“I want to come again,” she said. “From your cock this time.”

His smirk grew into a full smile, one that was almost feral, that showed all of his teeth. “I’ll fuck you from behind then, shall I? I’ll fill you with my cock while while you feed from my wrist. Do you like it rough, sweetheart? Do you want me to take you hard and fast? To claim you?”

“Yes,” she breathed, spreading her legs for him as he continued to fuck her with his fingers, and he withdrew, making her whimper, squirming for the touch he’d taken from her.

He leaned down to nip her ear, his breath hot on her neck as he spoke. “I’ve wanted you for months, Caroline. My wolf has wanted you, to claim you. I’ve spent hours wondering what pretty sounds you would make if you bent over the counter for me with your legs spread. I imagined you wet and panting, begging for my cock as you held the skirt of your sundress around your waist, craving the feel of my hands as I mapped every inch of your skin.”

She gasped softly at the visual he painted for her, her pussy clenching around nothing, craving to be filled.

“Get on your knees for me, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and rough as he pulled back to let her flip over, his hands returning to her hips to steady her before they slid down to encourage her to part her thighs. His palms lingered on her skin for a moment as though he couldn’t get enough of the feel of her, and she tensed as his hands moved up slowly to settle on her hips, somehow knowing that if she complained he’d make a point to go even slower. He let out a pleased hum that made her flush as he dragged his finger gently along the flesh of her ass before bending to kiss her shoulder and toy with her nipple. Her heart was pounding with anticipation, and she bit her lip hard when she heard the rustle of fabric and some movement behind her before she felt the tip of him at her entrance, teasing her.

“Klaus,” she breathed impatiently, looking behind her to see him looking down at her with want and something that resembled affection. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she took in a sharp breath as he bent to press his chest against her back, his voice low as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her shoulder blades, speaking between each one.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, sweetheart. Bent over with your pretty arse in the air...”

She pressed back against him to try to get him to speed up and push inside of her, and he groaned, his hands pressing into her hips to hold her in place. “So impatient,” he murmured, and she huffed, curling her fingers into the sheets.

“I was promised rough,” she reminded, and he chuckled, pressing one last kiss to her spine before filling her with one thrust of his hips.

He definitely didn’t disappoint, fucking her hard and fast, his fingers rubbing her clit as he spoke to her, beginning to outline some of the fantasies he’d had of her while he was watching her shelve books, his voice growing thicker with lust as he spoke and listened for her reaction.

“I wanted to watch you drape your legs over the armrests of one of the chairs, watch you touch yourself,” he said, his voice a low growl, pinching her ass lightly when she moaned, the sharp pain a delicious contrast to the way his cock felt inside of her that it made her whimper out his name, her high building steadily, every part of her achingly sensitive for his touch. “Even more now, I want you to show me how you like it, what you do when you come around your own fingers wishing it was my cock. I must admit I’m not sure if I could let you finish without the chance to touch you. Perhaps you’d let me watch up close. Would you like that, Caroline? For me to kneel between your thighs and watch you touch yourself until I grow impatient and convince you to let me replace your hands with my tongue?”

“Yes,” she hissed, nodding. She heard him chuckle, felt his hands wrap around her thighs to adjust her position to get deeper, and she swore when he started to move faster.

“I’d love to taste you,” he said, his breathing harsher now, tone rough with lust. “Perhaps during the day, sneaking you off to a back section where people hardly ever wander. Watching you struggle to stifle your moans of my name would be as much a pleasure as making you come on my tongue.”

She was more than a little turned on by the idea of someone walking in on them having sex in the back of the shop, a soft gasp escaping her as he finished speaking, and he chuckled quietly. “Does that appeal to you, then? Spreading your legs for me in secret, knowing that at any moment someone could walk in and see you with your legs wrapped around me, moaning my name? Or perhaps on your knees? I’ve often wondered what your lips would look like wrapped around my cock...”

She moaned softly, clenching around him as he spoke. He was into the dirty talk thing, clearly, and the filthy words that were coming out of his mouth in his rough growl through gritted teeth were definitely the hottest thing she’d ever heard in her life. His breathing was heavier between words now, thick with want, and she could tell from how tightly he was gripping her hips and the strain in his voice that he was trying to hold himself back from coming, clearly wanting her to fall apart first. She was so close...

“Keep talking,” she panted out, and he chuckled.

“You make the most beautiful sounds, Caroline. It would almost be a pity to stifle them, but I think it would be just as sweet to watch you lick my come from your lips.”

She felt her muscles grow tight, her toes curling as he brought her to the edge, her breathing shallow and fast. He pinched her clit and dragged his teeth along her shoulder, and she licked her lips when he offered her his wrist, holding it in front of her mouth as an invitation. She could feel her gums break as her fangs pushed through, hear the rush of the blood in his veins even as the sound of skin against skin filled the room. Klaus’s encouraging groan when she ran her tongue along his wrist was all she needed to hear before she pierced his skin, moaning at his taste and tipping over the edge, taking just a few gulps before withdrawing and running the tip of her tongue along the closing wound to get every last drop. She felt him come inside her as she nipped his wrist with her blunt teeth, his body a comfortably heavy weight on hers before he rolled off of her. She shifted to face him, breathing hard, and she moaned when his hand moved between her thighs to build her up again.

He looked at her, reaching to wipe blood from her lips with his other hand and groaning softly when she licked it from his thumb before laying back so that he could climb on top of her, spreading her legs for his fingers, needing more.

His nails dug into her hip as he bent to press kisses to her neck, his cock hardening against her thigh when she tangled her fingers in his hair and traced his spine, breath hot on her neck. She took a sharp breath when he lazily circled her clit with a slick finger, her eyes widening when he spoke. His tone was smoother now, more seductive than rough and heated, and it only took a few words for her to realize that if she thought that he’d be satisfied with just one day with her, and she with him, she was sorely mistaken.

“We’re not so different, you and I, Caroline. We’re predators. I love the thrill of the chase, the anticipation, the catch. You’re a different sort of monster. You’re a temptress, luring your prey to you with just a simple look and finishing them before they realized that the pretty girl they thought they’d chased so easily had teeth when they got too close. I’m not fool enough to think that you’re mine already. We’ve only just begun. But tell me, Caroline, have you ever considered letting anyone close enough to catch you?”

She took a deep shaky breath, moaning as he began to press inside of her again, her walls stretching deliciously to accommodate him. She tried to gather every shred of annoyance she’d felt for him over the last month and a half to channel it into a stubborn glare, barely managing to keep her voice from being too breathless. “Not yet.”

He pushed himself on his elbows as he moved, the pace slower than it had been before but just as pleasurable, and her breath caught when she saw the way he was looking at her, drinking in every slight shift of her expression as though memorizing it.

“Perhaps one day you’ll let me.”

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lols legit i just love me my fluff and mutual pining and just all types of that wonderfulness, even with light angst tbh and i love me my HS Aus or college Aus or Human Aus or anything inbetween lmfao XD Ur brilliant and hope this isn't too much of a bother =D

Sorry it took so long, I got distracted! Here are some recs :) [Sorry if I don’t have a lot of light or human fics, most of my bookmarks are heavy werewolf angst oops. I went through half my bookmarks and this is already too long lol enjy!]

I’ve Been Everywhere With You by Leslie_Knope [61k, E]

“Dude, you should totally come with me.”

“What? Like on the road trip?“

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

He’s Not Mine by Sunnee [68k, E]

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

302, I Love You by paintedrecs [4k, T]

It was a beautiful summer morning—mid-70s with a light breeze, ideal weather for soaking up the sun without fear of overheating. If anyone asked, that was why Stiles was sitting on his balcony with a book he hadn’t touched in the last half hour and a mug of coffee he’d been absently sipping from, his gaze fixed on the parking lot several stories below.

Coincidentally, one of his neighbors—Hot Dude From 302, not that it was relevant—had chosen the same morning to wash his stupidly flashy Camaro.

Shyft by paintedrecs [6k, T]

Derek finally gave the driver more than a passing glance.

He was roughly Derek’s age and surprisingly handsome, despite the ugly plaid shirt he’d rolled up past his elbows. He had broad shoulders, honey-dark hair, a line of moles trailing enticingly along his cheek, and thick eyelashes framing dark eyes that glittered with humor. And he was laughing at Derek.

***

At the end of a long work day, all Derek wanted was to get home as quickly as possible. When his scheduled ride showed up—distractingly good-looking, driving a beat-up Jeep, and full of interesting conversation—Derek felt like his evening might turn out a whole lot better than he’d expected. Until his trust issues flared back to life, telling him "Stiles” wasn’t everything that he’d seemed.

Lovebitten by LunaCanisLupus_22 [10k, M]

The one where Derek gets bitten by a lovebug and Stiles is the first person he lays eyes on. Hilarity ensues.

Bricks by paintedrecs [8k, T]

“Mornin’, love,“ Derek says, and Stiles freezes in his arms. They haven’t exchanged official I love you’s yet, and Derek seems determined to derail Stiles’s plans to say it first. With fireworks. Or bubble baths. Something epic.

The point is, Derek barely even seems to realize he’s doing it, and it’s driving Stiles crazy.

Or: My first time writing a 5 + 1 fic.

remember my love by bleep0bleep [23k, T]

Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he’s no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he’s been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure.Derek blinks.

ritten in the Stars by Quixoticity [26k, M]

Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He’s got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist.

He’s also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark.

He likes his life, but he’s waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren’t great but hey, Derek’s a lucky guy. He has faith.

He can’t believe how good his luck really is when one day his soul-match wanders right into his studio, all long limbs and copper eyes. There’s just one problem: Stiles is there to get his soul mark covered up. Permanently.

No Homo by RemainNameless [84k, E]

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:3 FourLokos+ 1 peer-pressuring cat- 1 best bro to end all best bros= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads "str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.Derek is the fool who replies.

Cross our bridges when we come to them by RemainNameless [103k, M]

The five times Derek called the Sheriff “Dad” on accident and the first time he did it on purpose.

Our Hearts Are Tigers by skoosiepants [7k, T]

This is what Stiles figures out after a week of harboring Isaac: he’s kind of a dick, for a ten-year-old.

Turn a Little Faster by skoosiepants [3k, T]

He shifts back and forth on his feet and tries to psych himself up. He can do this. He’s a badass werewolf, he can totally tell Stiles that they accidentally got werewolf married because—because Stiles was thinking about him, and happened to give him a token of his, uh, affection under the silvery light of the last full moon. Platonic affection, Derek thinks sourly, so he doesn’t get why his wolf feels all warm and fuzzy and bonded all of a sudden.

Honestly, it’s like—why aren’t people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?

Filter Out the Starlight by skoosiepants [12k, T]

“Why are you not more curious about me?” Stiles says when Derek’s got the door half open, sun spilling over the dark wood, dust motes spinning about his legs. Stiles is wearing fabric that hasn’t been invented yet, he’s clutching a smart phone to his chest, and he appeared out of nowhere, like an angel.

Softly, Derek says, “We all have our secrets,” and closes the door.

Or-

A heartbroken Stiles accidentally travels back in time to find his one true love. A harlequin-ish Christmas romance.

Under Yellow Moons by skoosiepants [17k, T]

They stare at each other, half-grinning, and Derek knows it’s definitely the absolute wrong time for this, but he wants. He wants to grin at Stiles over dinner every day for the rest of his life, baffled over yams and Moon Pie Day, and, god, crap, goddamn, when the fuck did he have time to fall in love?

The life and times of Deputy Stiles and Supernatural Foster Dad Derek Hale

Lord knows it would be the first time by uraneia [12k, E]

Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He’d rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they’re not doing it anymore, and it sucks.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek’s melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn’t know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.

You Smell Like Mine by bleep0bleep [13k, E]

People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha’s head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek’s never felt any of that. He’s just not that kind of alpha.

Then he meets Stiles.

The Prince and His Painter by Dexterous_Sinistrous [8k, G]

Stiles was always a sick child. He was never supposed to live beyond his infancy—shocking many when he reaches adulthood. With his inevitable death looming over his country, Stiles chooses to accept a successor through marriage. His advisors commission a painter to capture the prince’s likeness in order to advertise him to potential candidates. Only, Derek Hale isn’t like most painters—or humans, for that matter.

Certain Kind of Fool by saraubs [36k, M]

Derek, who has been dragged against his will to the same resort his family visits every summer, is determined to spend the next two and a half months sequestered in his room. His only friend, his sister Laura, is preoccupied with her newly-bonded mate, and doesn’t seem to care about anything but making him happy.

When Derek meets Stiles Stilinski, a sharp-tongued waiter, he thinks that this summer might not be a complete waste of time. There are only two problems: First, Stiles is human. Second, he doesn’t believe in mates.

Painful Maneuvers by saraubs [11k, T]

Still, whether or not the nurses want to hear it, Derek has some serious issues with the way Stiles skates around the ward, upending instruments and scattering papers and chewing on pens. His scrubs never fit right and are always riding up to show patches of smooth, pale skin and his hair is frankly pornographic. It’s just so…unprofessional.

Stiles is a hyperactive Obstetrician. Derek is a grumpy Midwife. It’s true love (and babies!).

little spoon by bibliosexual [6k, T]

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

you know you’re on my mind by bibliosexual [16k, T]

If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs [203k, M]

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Somewhere Else, Someone Else by megxmas [19k, T]

They’re sitting in the car, and Stiles’ dad is poring over the scans, gesturing violently at the air. ‘I just don’t understand!’ he says. ‘There’s never been anything out of the ordinary on any of your tests, and yet you always have seizures! How come nothing ever comes up?’

Stiles shrugs, has heard his dad complain about this a dozen times before. Stiles is pretty sure that he and Derek are some kind of magical soulmates and this is the way the world has decided to connect them, but somehow, he doesn’t think that’ll fly as an explanation.

Cupboard Love by mklutz [32k, G]

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

The Epic Love Story of Wolf and Twister by KeriArentikai [11k, E]

Stiles has a tiny adorable hyper puppy. Derek has an awesome huge Malamute mix. They both go to the dog park a lot.

So, obviously, Sterek ensues.

One life stand by Vendelin [84k, E]

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it’s getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there’s only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles’s time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It’s the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he’s ever had, and he’s more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it’s just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

only fools rush in by decideophobia [13k, T]

Is it an imaginary date?

No. I met him in a coffee shop.

When?

This morning. It was love on first sight.

Millstone by eleanor_lavish [31k, E]

Derek waits until the door is shut behind him before he turns around. He holds out his hand, plants his ‘if you’re not weird about it, I won’t be’ smile on his face and says, “Nice to meet you, Stiles. I’m Michael. What kind of a good time are you looking for tonight?”

In Other Words, Baby, Kiss Me by primroseshows [61k, E]

Stiles has simple goals in life. To successfully complete his secret radar project without getting fired, to get a cottage on the Moon, and to untangle his mess of feelings for Moon Station 3 deputy, Derek Hale. Heck, he’ll even settle for two of the three.

i have always been the storm by stilinskisparkles [25k, E]

“You’re all headed out to Oklahoma in a week.”

Derek snaps his head up, stares at him in horror, “No, boss.”

“Yes,” Finstock insists in a steely voice. “The NSSL have been on at us for a year about some decent exposure, and I think you’re just the team to do it.”

“I haven’t done weather since college,” Derek protests.

Boyd snorts again, presumably because he’s thinking back to the time when Derek and the weather last collided and he…. well, did the guy into the weather for a brief, wonderful, terribly foolish time. But, Boyd needs to shut up before Derek punches him on the nose.

Abominable by Revenant [20k, T]

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

The Cintron Hall Situation by dragon_temeraire [3k, T]

Stiles is freezing and miserable in his dorm, so he decides to knock on his hot neighbor Derek’s door for help.

nothing ever promised tomorrow today by preromantics [11k, T]

Grocery shopping, waking up, lasagna, and parallel universes. / When Stiles jumps the last two stairs and turns into the kitchen he’s got his mouth halfway open around “Morning, Mom,” before his dad folds down his paper at the kitchen table to look at him.

In a Straight Line Down by standinginanicedress [40k, T]

“So you want to go to Prom with me just so you can get a plastic crown and a fifty dollar gift card to Outback Steakhouse.”

Stiles sets his jaw. He wants to go to prom with Derek because he wants to go to prom with Derek. But, of course, he’s stubborn and prideful and can’t admit to Derek how it’s barely been twelve hours since they officially broke up and he’s already barely handling it as it is, so he just raises his chin in the air and says, “yes.”

Our Puddle is Deceptively Deep by calrissian18 [10k, E]

They start out in a literal tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

In This World or the Next by Lissadiane [20k, T]

Derek wakes up to the smell of frying bacon and brewing coffee on an ordinary morning in his ordinary life, but he can’t help but shake the feeling that he’s forgotten something important. It probably has to do with the three wishes he’d been granted by the fae after saving the life of their fairy prince, and possibly also the sheriff’s missing son.

In which Derek Hale learns that sometimes being given what we want more than anything else has disastrous consequences.

The Socioeconomic Repercussions of Mutually Assured Destruction by alocalband [15k, E]

"The trouble with having the kind of brain that likes to write essays on male circumcision for an Economics class, is that it also likes to turn PowerPoint presentations for Biology into odes on the perfection of notorious bad boy Derek Hale’s backside.”

Five Times Derek and Stiles Kissed For Practice (And One Time They Didn’t) by mikkimouse [5k, T]

In which Derek and Stiles grow up together and practice kissing, roughly in that order.

Little Promises by crossroadswrite [2k, G]

Derek doesn’t really know what happened. He just knows there was a lady and she was pretty but she was also really mean and she was trying to hurt his friends.

“Holy fuck,” Erica mutters and is harshly shushed by Isaac.

“Don’t swear in front of the kid.”

“It’s not a kid,” Erica counters. “It’s just-“

“Derek?”

King of the Road by Stoney [30k, E]

Derek sees the guy–all long lines, furtive glances, hungry–leaning against the diner out in the middle of nowhere. Yeah, Derek’s hungry, too.

tide pulls from the moon by paintedrecs [45k, M]

hen Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.

“You asshole,” Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. “You couldn’t have made yourself harder to find, could you?”

The Summer of Snow Cones and Not-Dates by clarkoholic, skywardsmiles [38k, M]

Summer is really boring. Like, mind-numbingly boring. Except for the part where Stiles can’t figure out if Derek’s his boyfriend, or why every werewolf in town keeps approaching him in the bathroom.

Teenage Dream by matildajones [58k, M]

“I’m married. I’m married to Derek Hale,” Stiles says. Everything seems to hit him at once. He pushes aside the fact there’s a celebrity sitting right next to him, and then thinks of why the fuck he can’t remember him, why he doesn’t know who he’s married to, and how much time he must have lost.–After an accident, Stiles wakes up to what can only be a dream. He has money, he has fame, he has award winning actor Derek Hale as his husband. It quickly seems more and more like a nightmare because Stiles doesn’t remember getting any of it - and it’s hard to accept the reality that Derek can still love him.

You look like my next mistake by Vendelin [15k, T]

“So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes.

In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn’t.

A Problematic Loyalty by alocalband [4k, T]

The problem isn’t that Stiles is stubborn. The problem is that people keep hitting on him.

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband [25k, E]

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

‘Till You Make It by standinginanicedress [46k, M]

“I’m saying – let’s fake it.”

Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he’s fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”

“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we’re doing as well as our parents want us to and then they’ll be off our backs, right?”

“We don’t have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he’d much rather be yelling. “We’re literally soulmates.”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s going to be so fucking easy. I can’t believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”

Kindred Spirits by Stoney [104k, E]

Stiles is the adopted son of the Sheriff, brought to Beacon Hills to hopefully stay for good. A family, a best friend, school, Jackson as Josie Pye (because who else could he be?) and the mystery of a dark haired, green-eyed boy which leads Stiles to discovering a secret within himself.

we’re catching bullets in our teeth (it’s hard to do but they’re so sweet) by prettyasadiagram [12k, M]

Stiles says he’s a Web Developer. Derek says he an Internal Auditor.

They’re both liars, but you can’t exactly tell your significant other that you kill people for a living, now can you?

Insane Chemistry (with Derek Hale) by theroguesgambit [13k, M]

Derek is the popular, varsity jock, prom king of the school, and Stiles is not going to be the cliche that ends up falling for him. (It’s not a cliche if no one else knows about it, right?)

Strut on a Line, its Discord and Rhyme by xiaq [61k, T]

“Carry me,” Stiles says.

“No.”

“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”

“Please?”

“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

"Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

But Then What… by Stoney [24k, E]

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He’s someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn’t like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn’t attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

The Great Pretender by talktowater [45k, E]

Stiles is the new kid at Beacon Hills High, class of 1958 and he’s trying to make an impression. Derek can’t figure out why this kid is so set on making such a bad one.

Here’s to the Static by matildajones [80k, T]

Stiles spends most of his college break in a coffee house where he stares after Derek Hale. For some reason, Stiles is unaware of the fact he’s quite the musician, and Derek amuses himself at Stiles’ obliviousness.

Cross a Canyon (with a broken limb) by theroguesgambit [18k, T

“You never graduated,” Stiles says, just to say it. To test it out in the open air. That’s… huh.

–

Stiles spends his senior year battling troll-gremlins, taking on an unexpected tutoring job, and definitely not falling for a certain sourwolf (even though everyone else seems to think he is).

The Rest Is Unwritten by mikkimouse [6k, T]

Once upon a time, the werewolf king and queen invited five fairies to the christening of their only son. The fairies bestowed the boy with gifts—beauty, grace, wit, and the most adorable teeth in all the land.

But before the fifth fairy could give her gift, a wicked fairy from the other Court arrived and cast a terrible curse on the baby prince. He would have a life full of tragedies, she declared, and die young, of a broken heart.

The king and queen were beside themselves with grief. It was very old, powerful magic, so there was little they could do to break it. However, the fifth fairy had yet to give her gift. The curse could not be broken, she told them, but it could be altered.

She bestowed upon the prince the gift of perseverance, so that he would never lose his will to live, even in the face of countless tragedies. And when he found the one who would stand by his side and face those tragedies with him without fail, that is when the curse would be broken. Because the fairy knew there was nothing in all the world more powerful than true love. Not even a wicked fairy’s curse.

Laying Groundwork by LunaCanisLupus_22 [10k, E]

His expression isn’t much to go by but the entire clubs howling gets louder at his appearance and Stiles literally pops a boner watching the guy’s big hands wrestle with the microphone stand.

Or the one where Scott and Stiles go clubbing and there’s this broody Bouncer out to get Stiles-

Or get into his pants. Thank God it’s the latter.

By a Law Divine by mirrorkill [23k, M]

Okay, so, kissing Stiles. That’s a weird thing that Derek’s doing now. He has no idea where it’s even coming from, especially considering bickering and fighting is their usual state of existence.And then he does find out where it’s coming from: A curse that’s making everyone in town kiss someone they have mutual feelings for. …yeah, Derek’s not even sure why he’s surprised by that.

Friends of Early Theory by Nanoochka [23k, E]

In which Derek is a gruff, struggling executive for his family’s sprawling, wealthy company in New York, and Stiles is his quirky, offbeat intern who brings him cold coffee each morning and wears stupid T-shirts to work and generally succeeds at being a thousand times more charming than Derek could ever hope to be. To the outside observer, their relationship is combative but fond, although in private Stiles and Derek have a great deal more secrets, anger, and painful history between them than Derek is prepared to acknowledge or reveal. In retrospect, that might be half of the problem.

The Way to My Heart (French Insults) by KuriKuri [10k, T]

Letting out a long sigh, Derek turns away and braces himself for the next hellish filming segment. After all, apparently he’s going to have to smile while greeting twenty-five contestants. Shit, what if they try to hug him? Or, god forbid, kiss –

He doesn’t get any further with that thought, because a limo pulls into the driveway. He braces himself for the worst. The worst, who… actually doesn’t look that horrifying.

“I’ve been dying to meet you!” she exclaims as she catches sight of him.

Then, she flings herself at him and ensnares him in a bone-crushing hug.

Scratch that – she’s completely horrifying. And Derek’s pretty sure he can hear errand boy what’s-his-face laughing in the distance.

(Or: In which Derek gets roped into being the 'eligible bachelor’ on a dating show and instead falls for one of the show’s interns.)

How I Met My Werebunny by Moku [19k, T]

“This is going to end in tears,” Scott told Derek while he watched the man easily lifting Stiles’ desk up with one hand and driving nails into the ceiling with the thumb of the other. “Probably mine.”

Or:

When a Stiles and a Failwolf love each other very much, they’ll engage in a prank war. Basically, it’s a mating ritual for dorks in love.

Wild Tonic by officerstilinskihale [11k, M]

Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.

“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.

“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.

But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek’s arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

Me too.

Practice Makes Perfect by blacktofade [21k, E]

In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse tryouts by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.

Feline Persuasion by rensahannou (asmalltigercat) [15k, T]

Derek doesn’t need to worry about the cat living under the porch at his family’s old house, it’s just—Derek’s just used to worrying about things.

Hot Single Dad Derek Hale by WhoNatural [13k, E]

Wherein Derek is a Hot Single Dad, possibly with a little case of martyrdom, and Stiles is the newest client at his publishing house who really just wants to make him happy. Preferably while they’re both naked.

He doesn’t get to talk to Stiles a whole lot - and it’s fine, it’s professional and polite, but there is a little something that lights up in him when he thinks about him, sees him. Derek’s life has been mostly about preschool and Big Hero 6 and extra-curricular activities for so long now that it’s a shock to the system when he finds himself pre-occupied with something so… adult.And there are many, many adult things on his mind where Stiles is concerned.

I Call You Names Because I Love You by Rawren (Zimothy) [13k, M]

Years of touring with Stiles would never have prepared Derek for the day his beloved techie fell in love with someone else.

Maybe Someday (I’ll Be Home For Next Year) by ofherlionheart [16k, T]

AKA, the Grandma Stilinski fic. Derek Hale meets a Mabel Stilinski while living in New York. He learns that she has a grandson. There are miscommunications, scarves, stealth-matchmaking plans, and cookies. Many, many cookies.

my wings a hurricane by kellifer_fic [20k, T]

Stiles had been like any other kid growing up in the era of dragons. He’d watched the cartoons, the news stories, had the lunch box. When his screening at Beacon Hills High had come up negative, he’d been disappointed but unsurprised. His positive results were returned three years too late for it to be in any way convenient or cool.Or, the one where they ride dragons.

Thrill (like white-hot wire) by raisesomehale [4k, M]

Stiles made the decision that Derek was his new best friend (and that he’ll one day marry him) the day he shared his dinosaur chicken nuggets with him.

The Newlywed Game by Captain_Loki [19k, M]

Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Plot twist: It doesn’t.

[Sleep]Walking After You by relenafanel [59k, M]

Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom.

Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.

Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.

#asks #anonymous #rec list #sterek

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