#hot forest witch kidnapped me for 2 months

[maskednerd]

[ryuichirou]

Lord God Savior of All Ryu, I ask for but one noble request. lol i just wanna see all your AUs. Like, I always here about them in replies and stuff but I've almost never seen what they actually look like. So if you could just tag pics of them or doodle (they can be super bad 30 sec doodles too, it don't matter to me) them, I would be the happiest, most joyful little shit ever.

Anon!! Thank you for being so interested in our AUs and wanting to learn more about them. It was a very good excuse for us to go through the list of the AUs, doodle them, revisit some of the older ones, etc. So yeah, your wish is granted lol

Here’s the majority of them, we decided not to include those that we’ve barely talked about and thought out... I’ve put tags for those AUs where we have at least something posted. Most of them are something we haven’t even talked about at all and they don’t have a single sketch, but I liked drawing chibis for them way too much. Sorry, I used your ask lol

We have a general tag for our aus and specific ones for some of them, but sometimes an au from here is not tagged separately, so you might have to use this general tag...I tried to fix it, I don’t think I missed anything, so it should be ok now! ;w;

1. Space AU. It’s a story about a space expedition.. which turned out to be not exactly what everyone planned thanks to Erwin. What a commander! 

2. Tribal AU. It’s a story about Eren becoming a part of the tribe where Erwin and Levi live. 

3. Babysitter AU. Levi is a babysitter to Eren and Zeke, unfortunately for Zeke, who’s 17 and not exactly thrilled about being babied. Sometimes there’s kid Erwin too. We’ve never posted anything related to this AU, I think, and I don’t think we will. There’s another AU related to this one, but 19yo Eren from the paths (he has the memory of the manga events) keeps kid Eren company as an invisible ghost, while others think that kid Eren is cursed or something.

4. SnK AU. A classical one, where Eren has dreams about the plot of SnK, but when the story stops progressing, he decides to kidnap Levi to make the plot go on. Erwin finds out later... and keeps Levi in the basement because he wants to know the ending too lmao plus it’s hot.

5. Mines AU. Erwin gathered a team for his wonderful plan to find a treasure, but it’s not like the rest of the team needs to know where they’re really going. Zeke’s particularly terrified to find that out. Despite its name, they spend the majority of time in the forest. Also, there’s a timeskip of 11 years. 

6. AU with Neetwin who’s a history teacher. We don’t tag this one though, it’s not like it’s our AU. So now it’s a Neetwin tag, although one of the drawings is with adult Levi... eh, who cares. 

7. CC AU (cleaning company). Levi works in a cleaning company and cleans up Neetwin and hobo Eren’s apts. They need a lot of work. Yes, they make their apts even dirtier to make Levi spend more time there. 

8. Prison AU. Damn this one is good... we came up with it before reading the timeskip in the manga, so Eren’s appearance doesn’t really match his age, he’s 17 lol Levi is a mafia member who goes to prison because he need to kill one of the inmates (who later became Zeke) on Erwin’s (Levi’s boss) request. Eren’s his personal guard, although Eren works as a regular guard too.

9. King Kong AU. It’s an AU where the Beast Titan is King Kong lmao Zeke is having fun killing dinosaurs... Levi, not so much. Thank Erwin for his wonderful plan of going to this island.

10. Rus AU, basically just characters living in Russia. Because ofc we will have this type of a setting... Damn, I thought we drew this one more often, huh. 

11. Sea AU. Mainly our modern AU, we use it as a base for other modern stuff for the most part. Levi’s getting two boifrond rings, he lives with Erwin, Eren visits them often, Zeke bitches a lot, fun times with and without Zeke, stuff like that. There’s also a subplot (11.5) where Eren gets “kidnapped” by a witch, so Zevi have to find him and bring him back. Titans exist in this AU, Eren and Zeke are titans, and all of them have military training, but Erwin and Levi retired some time ago. We don’t have a tag for just a modern setting, though. 

12. Cult AU. Eren lives on a farm and has a whole village of his followers. He also has cursed animals... and I think we’ve told about some of the plot points in replies. Erwin’s really into all this cult stuff because it affects reality for real, so he asks Levi to follow rituals, although Levi came to ask Eren to go back to normal life and finish the fucking school. 

13. Serial killer AU. Eren’s a serial killer, duh. Never posted anything with this one, unfortunately, but Eren got disappointed in the police when he was a child, so he decided to fix the situation himself, while Erwin and Levi, as a part of a special department, investigate his “fixing”. It also has a time skip. I really need to redraw at least one sketch...

14. Hospital AU. Levi gets into Marley trying to make Eren go back, but it’s not that simple because Eren doesn’t want to lol Basically canonverse with this small change.

15. Hobo AU. Eren and Levi are hobos, Zeke wants his brother to stop living under a fucking bridge. Later Erwin takes both of them under his roof because he really likes Levi, but he can’t leave Eren alone.

16. Doggies AU. AU where Eren’s a wolf and Erwin’s a doggo. Levi got Erwin because he was a retiring trained dog and sniffed enough drugs in his life, and Eren... his “owner” found him on the streets and lied to Levi about Eren being a dog. Later Eren turned into a magnificent beast and now he doesn’t want to leave. There’s also Zeke, but he belongs to Xavier. 

17. AU where Eren wants to become a mangaka. The first post is self-explanatory, although I’d probably make some changes now if I cared enough. There’s also a time skip where Eren ditched his manga and became hobo!Eren. His editor was pissed lol 

18. Scolopendra Eren AU. You know the drill, and I’ve talked about the plot in some of the replies. 

This post doesn’t show up on the tag for some reason.

19. Ghost Eren AU. I should’ve named it combini AU... Anyway, I’ve talked about this one a lot, although poor Erwin gets neglected a little bit lol it’s hard to compete with a ghost when you’re just a mere stalker... but a very invested one. Eren likes Erwin here, they’re vibing on the same malicious-towards-Levi wave. 

20. Shark Eren AU. It’s just for us for funs, Eren’s a shark, and Levi’s there to help him fight depression. Eren later escapes into the sea.

21. Midsommar AU. Levi and Erwin get an invite to go to the village from Yelena, Eren’s a part of a cult who is kinda attracted to one of the newcomers... Such a good movie, we need to draw them properly. Both Yeagerists and Eldians are a part of the cult, they don’t have any specific rules by which I categorised them... Although not all characters are present, and some of them (Jean, I think) are newcomers who will join the cult later. Sorry, I don’t remember much. 

22. Silent Hill AU. It started with Erwin peeking into Levi’s apartment, but now there’s Eren too... We haven’t thought out this one, I’m bad with Silent Hill AUs for some reason. 

23. House Eren AU. Eren’s a house, and we’ve explained how it works too, so just check out the tag. Levi actually lives there with Erwin, but I don’t remember if we’ve mentioned it or decided to skip this info. 

24. Eren pack AU. It’s an AU where Erens of all ages (6 of them, I believe) are a little bit feral, and they have wolf ears and tails, and they live in a specific place and Levi visits them every day and takes care of them. They love Levi. Here’s the only post that survived, and here’s a link for a twitter post which I never got back on tumblr after it got deleted. 

25. Trailer AU. The story is about Levi who has to live with Zeke for a month as his slave because Erwin lost him in a game of cards lol To be fair, Erwin lost a lot of money and their whole flat, and Zeke gave them a choice between that and Levi (he’s horny ok), and Levi agreed. Zeke even put Levi on a chain, although Levi doesn’t even try to escape...

26. Flower shop AU. Eren’s a plant, and he brings death to the whole planet. He keeps Levi alive though, as a treat for himself. We’ve explained some of the stuff in the replies. 

27. Blair Witch AU. It’s pretty much explained in this post, and if you saw the movie, there’s nothing for me to tell you. Everything that’s different from it is in the post lol 

28. Corpse AU. Eren’s a corpse, Levi’s a pathologist who works on difficult and mysterious cases alongside the police. Eren later comes to life along with a couple of other bodies...

29. Antichrist AU. Zevi adopt baby Eren, but Eren’s a fucking satan. He loves Levi, but Zeke... not so much. Zeke loves Eren to death, though. Eren would love to organise that, but first he needs to grow up a little bit. It doesn’t mean that he won’t torture his parents during his journey. And everyone else who interact with them.

30. This one doesn’t have a title, but it’s an AU where kid Eren went missing, and Levi goes into the forest to find him. Levi owns Erwin who’s a good doggo and helps him find Eren. It turns out Eren killed two adult dudes, and he has paths!Eren telling him what to do and how to do it... Paths!Eren has the memory of the canonverse.

31. Zombie apocalypse AU. There’s only one drawing with it though, but basically Levi builds himself a wonderful place to survive the apocalypse, and he keeps Zombie Erwin in the basement in hopes of Hange finding a cure. Then Eren joins just because he can and because Levi’s very awesome. Eren has a boner for the apocalypse and enjoys every second of it. 

32. No title, but Eren was casted away from the canon universe for the rumbling, and now he’s a mythological giant wolf who lives in a deep very old forest. He was very surprised to find out Levi exists in this universe... So he kidnapped him ❤️

33. Halloween AU. You’ve seen this one, it’s a story where Jean, Connie, Sasha and Eren get into the wrong house and find a ritual instead of a Halloween party... So after saving the child who, as it turns out, is not really a victim, they decide to ditch him at Eruri’s place.

34. Okusan AU. Levi’s a housewife, Erwin is a cuckold who’s really into adultery. He invites both Zeke and Eren from time to time to act as Levi’s husbands, and they (Levi and Erwin) almost get caught because the “husband” suddenly came home... Sorry, we’ve read too many doujinshis lol

35. Island AU. Erwin loves sending Levi to dangerous places to get souvenirs for himself, and now it’s time for Levi to get a crystal from a very isolated island full of strict rules in terms of interacting with outsiders. We have a cool idea for a two part drawing (like with our flower shop au), but it’ll take us ages to complete anything at this rate... I have like two sketches on Patreon for now, but damn this AU has so many cool visuals we wanna draw... It’s another cult AU with people living on Paradis (more like one village in the middle of the island), isolated from the rest of the world. They don’t welcome strangers, and Levi has three months to find and steal that crystal, although it’s not that simple.

36. Erewan. Not exactly a full AU, but Erewan’s a cursed animal plushie who kills people and loves Levi a lot. 

37. Cat AU. Everyone’s a cat (duh). Not really our AU, but it has its own tag, and it’s only asks. 

38. Tiny founder Eren AU?? Again, not really our AU, but now it has its own tag. 

I’ve also found the reply where I talk about how characters’ relationships work in some of the AUs, you can check it out too. I thought it was fitting for a master post. 

[furashuban]

Visitations (Chapter 2)

Posted a new chapter of one of my Hilda fics for Valentines day!

Pairing: Sketchbook (Johanna / Kaisa)

Words: 2951

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28469292/chapters/72318120

A plate of cucumber sandwiches occupied the center of the dinner table, next to it was a vase holding a single pale rose. The tea kettle screeched in a deafening volume which prompted Johanna to lift it off the stove. She then looked down her wrist to check the time on her watch. Two in the afternoon, it read. Johanna wondered anxiously if the librarian was even coming to her place or not.

Kaisa was the curator of a massive collection of books yet somehow, she never questioned what her schedule was even like. She only knew that the librarian would come and visit on the day the book of Winter Tales needed to be picked up, and the date on the library card had been slipped in the book for Johanna to not even forget. Maybe she got too excited. Perhaps the librarian was meant to come at dusk, and she had prepared a batch of sandwiches and tea that would be awfully lukewarm by the time she arrived.

All of a sudden, two knocks on the door were heard behind the brunette. Quickly did her heart pound and her hair rise rather stiffly. It had to be the librarian, even if it was too incidental since Hilda and Twig would have just barged into the apartment if they were arriving home. Johanna took a deep breath and hurriedly paced to the door. Keep it together, she thought before reaching for the door. Welcoming an acquaintance into her home was not a matter of life and death.

She turned the knob and pulled the entrance open. In front of her stood a slightly shorter woman with purple highlights and a black cloak, raising her arm as though she was about to knock again. She was gaping at Johanna, whose face was nearly reddening the moment she laid eyes on the librarian wearing a burgundy scarf wrapped around her collar.

“Kaisa.” said Johanna, content and effervescent. “Lovely seeing you here.”

“Like I said,” Kaisa spoke. “I’d come to pick up the book once the date is due and well, that would be today.”

“Yes, of course.” agreed Johanna. “I love your scarf by the way. It suits your cloak quite nicely... Did I mention before that I love your cloak? ‘Cause well, I really do and...” she shuts herself up, embarrassed and glancing the other way.  

Kaisa chuckled. “Thank you.” she said. “I don’t usually wear scarves, but since it’s so cold, I thought I should.”

“Well, let’s not waste time and come right in.” Johanna said, giving way for the librarian to step into her abode.

Kaisa looked around, noticing each detail from the tidiness of the living room to the setup of the kitchen and dining room. It was toasty warm, and the aroma of nutmeg and ginger drifted in the air.

“Quite a cozy place you have, Johanna.” she remarked.

“You should have seen my old house when I still lived in the wilderness.” said Johanna. “It was cozier than the coziest place you can think of.”

“You mean my library?” Kaisa joked, to which Johanna flushed.

The librarian stood next to the dining table, glancing down on the setup presented while her smile was soft and ample. This was her first date, of course it was hard not to feel flattered by Johanna’s plan to welcome her, even if she figured how things such as this were going to play out. Meanwhile, Johanna paced to the kitchen to fill two cups with hot water from the kettle.

“Please, do take a seat.” Johanna said, dipping bags of peppermint tea into the cups. “You came in just in time. Everything is still fresh.”

Kaisa followed. She adored how Johanna did not immediately bring attention to the book that needed to be returned to her. Of course, it hardly mattered, as it remained a ruse for Kaisa to spend time with the brunette. Winter Tales can wait.

Johanna sat on her side of the table and offered Kaisa’s cup of tea. The scent of peppermint exuding from the hot water, coupled with the rose in the vase, pacified the librarian’s state of mind. She reached for the batch of cucumber sandwiches in unison with Johanna and bumped into each other's fingers. The two of them withdrew in awkwardness, the brunette then insisted Kaisa to pick one up first. As soon as she did, her first bite of the velvety snack keyed up her joyance.

“Best sandwich I’ve ever had.” Kaisa spoke, her eyes dilating.

“Pleasure is all mine.” nodded Johanna.

There was mostly silence at first while Kaisa and Johanna each partook a sandwich. Both of them waited for the other to bring up something they could bond over, but to no avail. The feel to go beyond exchanging glances and smiles grew stronger every second, so Kaisa was swift to recollect whatever things Johanna had told her only a moment ago.

“So, tell me about it.” Kaisa then asked.

“About what?”

Kaisa chewed on a morsel of her sandwich. “Life in the wilderness.” she uttered after quickly swallowing.

“Oh, right. Well...it was quiet, and rather cozy. I’d say dangerous, too, if you didn’t know your way around.“ she pulled the tea bag out of her mug and set it aside. “This would be more of a question for my daughter, Hilda. I think she has more exciting stories to tell about the wilderness than I do.”

“Surely.” Kaisa grinned. “But what I also want to know is, why did you move to the wilderness?”

Johanna sat in silence, tapping her cup as she dived into deep thought. If there was one person whose asked that question before, it would have to be Kaisa.

“...I suppose being a Sparrow Scout gave me a taste for the outdoors.” she spoke. “Living in the wilderness by myself was all I’ve ever wanted to do during my badge-collecting days. You see, there was always so many things to behold and sketch out there, and much, much more outside the walls. Of course, I wasn’t allowed to venture off anywhere without getting punished so when I finally grew up and could, I tracked this wooden house my great-grandad built some time ago, and there I lived doing what I wanted. Just a lot of wandering, sketching, and it didn’t take long for me to encounter a forest giant for the first time either. Thankfully, I knew from my old books that giants didn’t eat any humans, so it carried on while I mapped out its stature.”

“Sounds like you were pretty happy moving out.” she glanced back at Johanna, diverted how she actually had an exciting story to tell after all. “The adventures you must have had.”

“Well, I wasn’t too keen on adventure afterwards.” admitted Johanna. “Having to deal with creatures and spirits became a hassle. It’s why I stopped drawing them, it’s even why me and Hilda moved to Trollberg. Well, then again, it didn’t seem to matter since a few months ago I...” she paused, hesitant to recount either her kidnapping by the Yule Lads or seeing the Barghest in her home. “...Never mind. But basically, you’d be shocked just how overwhelming it is out there compared to Trollberg,”

“Still, I would have loved to see life outside the walls, too.” Kaisa said. “You already make it sound like fun.”

“I’m sure you’d love it, Kaisa.” grinned Johanna. “No one’s ever been interested in my life in the wilderness before. It feels nice talking about it without raising eyebrows for once.”

“What can I say? I can’t help with a good story.” Kaisa placed her hand under her chin.

The two kindled the room with more conversation, and ones where Johanna felt unnoticeably confident to engage with the librarian. She continued to compare her life in Trollberg to the wilderness, as well as being the mother of a young, adamant yet good-natured adventurer whom she passed her knowledge down to. It was all stories she knew how to tell, where she could begin and where to end, but the validation of being asked about and listened to without belittlement consoled her too much from her worries of over-explaining. It was especially plain sailing for Kaisa to be charmed by the brunette’s anecdotes; she could never grow tired of the calm and affable tone of her voice.

“You know, I thought if we moved, I wouldn’t have to worry about Hilda being in danger anymore,“ sighed Johanna. “But she’s only gotten into more of it behind my back. Sometimes I don’t know if it was right to consider moving after living in the wilderness for too long, even if the giant had stomped on our house. I just wanted to keep her safe, and…”

“Well, I think bringing Hilda and yourself here was not a bad idea at all.” Kaisa spoke when Johanna paused for too long. “You gave her a new perspective towards life in a place she hardly thought about, and that’s important for a girl like her. So don’t stress yourself out. You’re not wrong to think about her safety either.”

Johanna sipped on her tea. “I suppose I’ll leave it at that for now.” she said. “But I appreciate it, Kaisa, really.”

Kaisa was a quieter, more secretive woman in contrast. There were things she was not supposed to reveal so casually to her, nor did she feel like she was ready to explain but wished otherwise. Her acquaintance with Hilda and her friends as well as life in the tower of witches, not even the fact that she would be banished to an endless void if a book was overdue, yet that was the most interesting thing she could illuminate! She was happy, however, that after years of reading stories to herself, she indulged in someone’s stories with the person who lived through them actually narrating to her in person.

The batch of cucumber sandwiches went from a pyramid to a nearly empty plateau, as only a couple remained on the plate. But the two were now stuffed, both in appetite and in discussion. Even the tea was almost finished, and Kaisa had never known such a pleasant combination until now.

Johanna promptly arose from her seat. “Right, before I forget,” said Johanna “Better give back that book of yours...”

In the living room, Kaisa stood and awaited Johanna, who walked from her bedroom with the book of Winter Tales in her hands. The brunette handed it over, and the librarian opened its cover to pull out the library card. While still cradling the book with the card on top of the exterior, she pulled out a meager red stamp from her pocket and marked the tip against a box on the receipt. The book was officially returned to the keeper of books.

“Do you just have stamps with you everywhere you go?” inquired Johanna half-jokingly.

“On occasions like this, yes.” the librarian withdrew her stamp.

With a mid-afternoon dinner finished and a book returned to the library, Johanna and Kaisa had nothing else prearranged for them. They stared into one another’s eyes, pondering if their day was spent to the fullest.

“Well, it was nice coming here.” Kaisa continued. “I wished I wasn’t leaving so soon.”

“Me neither.” Johanna countered. “Something about you makes me feel...well....secure, I guess? Like, I can just spend a lifetime with you and never be upset that you’re with me-” she hastily covered her mouth.

Kaisa blushed, the flattery was too much for her to process. “You really mean it?” she could only ask.

Johanna’s arms folded and writhed, suffering from her bashfulness. “Very much.” she replied softly, her grin formed just as brightly as the woman in front of her.

Before long, Kaisa perceived the drawing table beside Johanna, remembering when she talked about sketching in the outdoors. Immediately, she was fascinated to look at the kinds of drawings Johanna sketched during her wilderness years, even the ones she seemed to be doing now. Johanna noticed her eyeing on the papers against the table.

“Oh, those are just some rough drafts.” she pointed out. “I’m doing commissions for the Bellmakers Corporation. Sometimes they give me a little too much to work on, to be honest.”

An imaginary light bulb sparked above Kaisa’s head. “Listen, Johanna... I’m not supposed to do stuff like this but,” she spoke. “Do you want to see something cool?”

Johanna looked concern. “Um...”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Kaisa winked. “You might want to step back a bit.”

There was a spell that Kaisa enjoyed casting when she first trained to become a witch. Even if it had been a long time since she tried it again, she could not let the opportunity slip by while she remained in the presence of both Johanna and her pile of sketches. The Committee of Three would be crossed to know that the keeper of the books would casually reveal her magic to an outsider once again, not like Kaisa cared anyway. Just one last time, she thought.

The librarian placed the Winter Tales book down on the coffee table. She then pulled out her wand, hoisting it against her face as she closed her eyes. She pictured and hoped for a scenario to occur from reciting the incantation, then waving it around in circles until a purple, glimmering spark to manifest on the tip.

 “Frah min tilyera uppfilor vara augon nit!”

Upon reciting the last word, Kaisa opened her eyes and aimed her wand at Johanna’s drafting table. A dazzling ray of light blasted from the wand and jostled the drawing endlessly. It looked as though it was destroying the artwork, yet the paper was unscathed under its collision. Johanna screeched for a fracture of a second and leaned backwards, completely spooked by what she was witnessing. Kaisa continued to hold her grip on the wand, feeling her hair, cloak and scarf fluttering backwards from the force of her magic, then she finally heaved the sprig for the laser to blip out of existence.

The outlines of Johanna’s sketches gleamed a tint of neon purple until the outlines themselves hovered out of the paper, levitating above the space between Johanna and Kaisa. Several types of bells from wedding bells, sleigh bells, carillons and chimes—all with Johanna’s unfinished patterns—swung smoothly like fireflies. They sounded a jingle like that of a grandfather clock, hence the worry to alarm neighbors of a false troll attack was inconsequential.  

“What on earth…” mouthed Johanna, gazing at the glowing bells.

Kaisa cleared her throat to get Johanna’s attention. She held her wand by the pommel like a conductor’s baton and waved her arms in a four-four pattern. Her arms swung up, then down, crosswise, then outwards, unhurried yet exaggerated in her movement. The purple bells began to clank harmoniously in a restful tune while other bells provided a drone or percussion. Johanna returned to standing normally, letting the music carry the fright out of her body. Maybe to a troll it was the most agonizing thing to hear up close, but Johanna watched and listened to the bell orchestra in pure wonderment. It was one thing to see her designs come to life in a matter of weeks or months, but to see them immediately jump out of the paper to serenade her was magic she never expected to see nor cherish.

Johanna beamed at the bells and to the witch, chuckled warmly as Kaisa simpered back in return. The song of the bells played for a minute and a half, vibrating changing sequences of notes until they faded into thin air one by one. The final bell rang alone, and it erupted into a small firework. As specs of light and dust hovered in the air, Kaisa withdrew her wand in between her ear and hid her arms in her cloak. She waited for Johanna to break out of her speechlessness.

“You...you were a witch this whole time?” stammered the brunette, her jubilant complexion turned into more of a bewildered gape.

“That’s right.” Kaisa answered, still looking mirthful in contrast. “Keeper of the books, and also a witch. And what you saw was just a little reanimation spell.”

Trivial things from the moment she first met the librarian had all made sense for Johanna now. The cloak should have been a dead giveaway, and so was her premonition to give her the book of Winter Tales.

“That’s extraordinary.” Johanna ran her hand through her mane. “I’ve only known witches through stories from when I was a kid.”

“And I’ve known life as one for, well, almost my whole life really.” Kaisa said.

Feelings were at odds and rollicking in Johanna’s heart and mind. Even Kaisa, now bounding her hands frontward and pouting to the sight of a contemplative Johanna, questioned if it was foolish to reveal her sorcery to someone who considered dealing with creatures and spirits to be a hassle. It did not matter how well she succeeded to make her smile through her magic, she realized, for so many things can only stay momentary until it reconnects with reality. She was looking forward to it, grudgingly of course, that she was going to be shut out by the most cordial woman she had ever met, all because of one mistake.

Johanna walked up to the writhing librarian, unbinding her hands and raising one of them up. Kaisa’s eyes dilated to her hand encased by both of Johanna’s palms.

“Please, tell me this won’t be the last time we’ll meet.” begged Johanna, something sparkling in her eyes.

The librarian’s heart melted. “Of course, silly.” assured Kaisa.

[alonely-dreamer]

Dangerous Creatures | Chapter 27: All The Time We Waste

Summary: Mackenzie Alemaund is an unlucky 18 year old teenager whose life changes drastically after she gets kidnapped by two vampires and learns, in the same day, that she is not human.

Pairing: Elijah x OC

Words: 3266

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23: Part 1 | Chapter 23: Part 2 | Chapter 23: Part 3 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 (Part 1) | Chapter 25 (Part 2) | Chapter 25 (Part 3) | Chapter 26 (Part 1) | Chapter 26 (Part 2 & 3)

Seven days had come and gone since Mackenzie turned Cornelius and his manor into ashes. Seven days since they had to run away from the Forest. Seven days waiting for Heidi and Alexander to find them in Paris and tell them if Margo had condemned them to death.

Confined in their hotel for a week now, Mackenzie and Elijah hadn’t left their room, nor talked to anyone who wasn’t a hotel employee or from a delivery service. Shopping online had come handy, especially since all of their things were still in Germany. However, clothes seemed to be unnecessary now that Mackenzie spent her days in a robe, sitting by the window, looking at a grey and cold Paris.

She had thought, quite foolishly she would say, that the worst had gone. That she had been through enough terrible things, and that she would be able to live in peace from now on. But it appeared that her mother hadn’t quite delivered all of her secrets. Was there any good way to find out one’s mother didn’t die of cancer? Or that one’s ancestor had been killing his entire family in order to live longer? Who she thought was her only family left was only interested in her for her youth and powers. Well, he wouldn’t be hurting anyone else from now on. She wondered how many Fays he had killed or was planning to kill. Did his spells die with him? Or were all the remaining Fays in the Forest also going to die like her mother did? There was only one way to tell, and, according to Heidi, it could also save her life.

If one single Fay were spelled it would be proof of Cornelius’ plans and would prove Mackenzie’s innocence. It was up to her godparents to convince the queen that she had acted in self-defense. It would be hard, especially since Mackenzie had burnt all the evidence.

“What are you thinking about?” Elijah asked as he sat next to her by the window, handing her a hot cup of tea. She took it with both hands, welcoming the warmth invading her skin.

“I’m wondering how no one ever figured out how Cornelius managed to stay alive,” she answered with anger in her voice. “He was surrounded by the strongest witches who ever lived.”

“He was very clever. He had centuries to learn how to fool people. Besides, they probably thought he used the same spells they do. Margo has been around for a while too.”

“Heidi said they used magic to stay young. Cornelius was an elemental, he didn’t have magic.”

“Elementals have their own kind of magic, you know that. And he was a Fay, nature was his element. Witches know what herbs to use to slow down the effects of time.”

“And so did he,” she snarled. “But he chose to kill people instead.”

“Herbs wouldn’t have given him his victims’ powers and would’ve been less effective.”

“If he…” she paused.

“What’s wrong?”

She put the mug down on the table stand behind her before she stood up. “They’re here.”

A few seconds after she spoke, someone knocked on the door. Elijah stood up with a tightened heart, hoping whatever Margo had decided wouldn’t have him kill whoever would be coming after them, because no matter what happened now, he would protect Mackenzie until he was dead. And he couldn’t die.

He opened the door and found Alexander and Heidi standing on the other side. The Original had never seen such a serious look on the heretic’s face. Mackenzie appeared behind Elijah, making him step aside to allow their guests to enter.

“Did you just come out of the shower?” Heidi asked as Elijah closed the door behind them.

“No…”

“Then you should dress. It’s not a time to let yourself go,” the witch reprimanded Mackenzie’s lack of self-care.

“What did Margo say?” Elijah interrupted.

“She wasn’t happy,” Alexander replied. “She really liked Cornelius. Our accusations against him embarrassed her.”

“Queens don’t like to be embarrassed,” Heidi added. “She didn’t want to believe it, at first.”

“But?”

“Did you talk to everyone Cornelius could’ve hurt?” Mackenzie asked, afraid another Fay would die because of Cornelius’ evil ambitions.

“His spells died with him, fortunately,” Alexander said. “However, we were in luck.”

“The manor was badly burnt, completely destroyed, in fact. But we managed to salvage most of the basement.”

“Or what was left of it, at least.”

“Is Mackenzie in any danger from Margo?” Elijah asked, tired of all this chit-chat.

Alexander slid a hand in his jacket pocket and took out a letter from it. It bore Margo’s official seal.

“This is an official document banishing you two from the Forest,” he said as he handed it to him. Elijah quickly opened it and started reading it.

“It’s an order to kill!”

“If you ever step foot in the Forest,” Alexander nodded.

“Alex,” the witch reprimanded. “This isn’t funny.”

“I never said it was,” he shrugged as he took out another letter from his jacket.

“This is a royal pardon,” Heidi quickly said, reassuring both Mackenzie and her boyfriend.

“We found powder in the hallway of the castle, where you were taken,” Alexander explained. “It proved your version of events.”

“The powder matched a substance we found in Cornelius’ basement. Among other herbs and potions used to steal someone’s magic or render them unconscious.”

“We also found a few journals and grimoires. Most of them were burnt but we found names of several of his victims.”

“All Fays,” Heidi added. “All thought to have left the Forest at some point. We never knew what Cornelius was doing until last week. Margo…” she paused. “It was hard for her to admit you did a big service to the Forest. She wanted me to thank you for that.”

“She was good friends with Cornelius,” Alexander said. “He was her advisor and she trusted him. She’ll be in an awful mood for a while… Not sure I wanna go back there ‘till the next century,” he chuckled, however he was the only one finding amusement in this.

“So, she’s safe?” Elijah asked, wanting to make sure no one was coming after her.

“Mackenzie’s safe,” Heidi nodded.

“You’re a hero,” Alex informed her. “The entire elemental community of the Forest is very grateful for what you did.”

“I killed two people,” she reminded them. There was nothing to be grateful about.

“You saved countless of Fays from Cornelius,” Heidi told her. “Be proud of that.”

Proud? Mackenzie didn’t feel proud. But as her godmother thanked her on behalf of all Fays, she couldn’t stop thinking about those words Elijah had once told her, months ago: Robert was her first, but he wouldn’t be her last. And neither would Cornelius.

 ***

 Alexander and Heidi didn’t stay long in Paris. Despite his reluctance in going back to Germany, Heidi had no wish to be anywhere else than in the Forest. They had left behind them all of Elijah and Mackenzie’s luggage. All his suits and all her gowns. The scrolls, the spell books, the old grimoires...

The return of her clothes didn’t encourage her to put some on, and she spent an entire day in the same robe going through the boxes of books and other elemental related research. She didn’t speak much, and though Elijah wanted to help her, he didn’t know how. He didn’t know what she was looking for, or even if she was looking for anything at all. She obviously needed time. Time to reflect on Cornelius’ actions, and on her own. And he didn’t mind giving that to her, if it could help her, if that was what she needed.

Eventually, one morning, she came out of the bathroom wearing one of the fancy dresses she had found online that first week in Paris. It was a short white dress with a slightly rounded skirt. A pink, almost red, flower pattern was scattered all over it. She was wearing a pair of white sneakers and had pulled her hair up in a high ponytail. That day, Elijah recovered his smile, as did she.

They went on to explore Paris, a city Elijah knew well. He knew where to find all of the city of love’s secrets. The beautiful alleys harboring small yet interesting shops, the not so crowded yet delicious restaurants, the best yet deserted places to sit and rest and enjoy the view.

She didn’t speak much as they explored the capital, but she was in better spirit and Elijah was holding onto the little smiles she spared him here and there. They came, they saw, they conquered, and he felt like he had been talking for days on end without getting any answers from her, but he knew she was listening to his every word, trying to remember all of it, her eyes speaking for her, showing her fascination in the vampire’s knowledge.

It was the Louvre that fascinated her the most. Devouring every piece of art with her gorgeous sparkling brown eyes. It seemed Elijah had at least one thing to say about all of them. It was her favorite place in all of Paris, and they had come back every day for almost a week just to make sure they saw everything. At some point, they managed to make their way to the Mona Lisa, La Joconde, after waiting in line for almost an hour just to be able to catch a glimpse of it.

“I don’t get it,” she said, speaking her first words of the day, “it’s not even one of the best works in here.”

Elijah chuckled quietly. “You think it’s overrated?”

“It’s beautiful,” she shrugged. “But I don’t get what all the fuss is about.”

“I think I’ll agree with you on that,” he said, sliding his hand down her arm before intertwining his fingers with hers.

She squeezed his hand as she moved closer to him and they resumed their visit of the museum hand in hand. She absorbed everything he told her, every bit of information, even though she knew it would be impossible for her to remember it all. But she could try to at least learn the most interesting ones. They bought a bunch of pretty yet useless things in almost every gift shop and made a stop at one of the coffees where everything was ten times more expensive than decency demanded. The pastries were good, though, and they wouldn’t ruin the day by complaining.

That night, Mackenzie sat at the window again, her hair dripping wet, the robe absorbing every drop. She stared out the window, looking at the Eiffel Tower glowing in the night. Paris was pretty at night, she had to admit, all those lights made for a beautiful sight.

“You okay?” Elijah asked as he came to sit near her, at the other end of the window bench. He was wearing a casual black shirt and a pair of joggers.

“My feet hurt,” she smiled as she wrinkled her nose.

Elijah laid back on the wall behind him, picking up a pillow from the floor and sliding it between his back and the corner of the window. He took Mackenzie’s left foot and brought it to his knees, then started to massage it.

“We had a long day.”

“Yeah, it’s weird…”

“What’s weird?”

“I don’t feel tired.”

“Ah,” he smiled. “The night is young.”

“Do…” she paused. “Do you feel tired?”

He arched an eyebrow. “I’m a vampire. It takes a lot to wear me down.”

“I know, it’s just…”

“What?”

She sighed. “We’ve been here for almost three weeks now and… you haven’t fed since we left Germany.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he replied quickly. “I’m fine.”

“But…” she didn’t get the chance to finish as he pressed a sensitive part of the sole of her foot which made her breathe out and moan and relax enough to lay back against the wall. “You give me your blood every three days… you’re gonna need to feed at some point.”

“We ran out of blood bags.”

“You don’t need blood bags.”

“I’m fine.”

“I don’t mind…”

“No,” he said, firmly and categorically.

She sighed again as she removed her foot from his knees and sat up.

“Elijah, I really don’t mind.”

“It’s not up for discussion,” he said as he stood up.

She followed him.

“You give me your blood. Why can’t I help you for once?”

“I don’t want your help,” he told her dryly, louder than he intended it to be, making her jump slightly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he stepped towards her before taking her face in his hands. “You know what I mean.”

“I know you won’t hurt me.”

“You don’t know that. And neither do I. I’ve never had…,” he paused, “an ultimate’s blood. And judging by the mere smell of it… I know it’s a bad idea.”

“And I know it’s a bad idea for you not to feed.”

He closed his eyes, trying to fight back the temptation, the hunger.

“Elijah,” she whispered. She put her hands over his and moved them away from her face. “I know you’re in pain, I can see it. And I like it as much as you like seeing me suffer. Let me help you. Please.”

“You’re not a blood bag and I don’t want to treat you like one.”

She smiled, then placed her hands on both sides of his face as she tiptoed to rest her forehead against his. He leaned over, his eyes shut as if not seeing her would make it easier to ignore her proposition.

“Let me help you.”

He hesitated for a long moment during which she had started moving her thumbs over his cheeks.

“You’ll push me away if I can’t stop myself.”

“I will,” she nodded.

“You can’t let me hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“Promise me,” he said as he gently seized her wrists. “Promise me you will stop me.”

“I promise.”

She felt his warm breath on her face as he released her wrists. His lips came crashing onto hers almost immediately, surprising her, but not enough that she didn’t kiss him back. She felt his hand on the back of her thigh and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her up quickly only to lie her down on the bed in the next second. The sudden and rapid movement made her gasp. Elijah started kissing her chin, then her throat, then her shoulder. Her robe was undoing itself; the belt had given up. Her eyes grew big as she felt his lips travel down in areas no one had been before. She was only wearing a silk top and the matching underwear, a gift from Margo, or Heidi, she couldn’t remember, that was too revealing to wear alone, so she always put on the robe to stay decent.

Elijah’s fingers were now on her skin as well and she drew a deep breath when she felt them open up the robe. He found the strap of the pale pink lingerie top and let go of it just to make his fingers slide down her body to her bare stomach. His large hand then found her waist and his thumb started caressing her skin. His lips came back up to her throat, then her chin, just to find her lips again. She placed her left hand on the top of his arm, the one he had on her waist, and slid her other hand in his hair.

He broke the kiss, allowing her to breathe again, just to take her breath away all over again as he said three words she had longed to hear.

“I love you.”

She stared at him in awe. The last ten months came back to her in flashbacks, reminding her of how it had come to this, making her wonder what she had done to deserve him. She loved him too, and she had known it for a while, and all she had hoped for was that he felt the same way. All she had hoped for was that he loved her as much as she loved him. And she wondered if he knew how much she cared for him.

“I love you so much it hurts,” she replied in a whisper and with tears in her eyes.

Her answer seemed to please him as he kissed her again. Hungrily, needily, lovingly. He had understood her perfectly, because he felt the same way. It hurt to love someone that much. Because if either one of them lost the other it would kill them too. They belonged to each other, and they couldn’t survive without one another. They needed each other, like they were a part of them, and they were. They were a part of their heart, their reason to live, their reason to get up in the morning, their reason to smile. She was the reason why he had become immortal. Because he had to live that long to meet her. She made his life worth it. She was worth all the pain and all the hurt. He would do it all over again to be with her. A thousand years of disappointment, betrayal and loneliness, just to be with her. Because she needed him too. Because he was her reason to live, to go on. He was her person, her best friend, her everything. He had saved her, and he would keep saving her. Every minute of every day, she lived it all for him, and thanks to him.

His hand left her waist to go higher, sliding beneath the silk. She gasped as his thumb caressed her nipple, but he didn’t stop, and she didn’t want him to stop. She would give him everything, because she was his, just like he had already given her everything, because he was hers.

 ***

 The room was dark, the only source of light coming from the streetlamps and invading the bedroom through the small gaps in the curtains. Mackenzie was sleeping in a black shirt too big for her, Elijah’s bare arms wrapped around her as he had brought her to him. It wasn’t late, wasn’t even midnight yet, when the phone rang. It woke him up first, perhaps because it was his phone. He tried to gently move away from Mackenzie, as to not wake her, but as he sat up, and his feet reached the ground, he heard her move, and she turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

“Who is it?” she asked groggily as she rubbed her eyes.

He didn’t reply as he picked up and gave her an answer as he greeted his sister through the phone.

“Rebekah?”

Mackenzie moved towards him, placing a kiss on his right shoulder blade before wrapping her arms around his bare chest and resting her chin on his shoulder. But she felt something was wrong as his body tensed up and she let go of him and moved to sit beside him. The look on his face confirmed her doubts and she now worried about Rebekah and started to wonder if Elena had once again tried something to hurt Elijah’s family.

“We’ll be on the next flight,” Elijah said in a small voice, one she wasn’t used to hearing.

“What is it? What happened?” she asked, panicked by the look on his face.

“It’s Kol,” he said, his voice cracking. “He’s dead.”

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Bluebells (1)

Chapter 1: Seeds

AO3 Link here. 

Chapter 2 here, finally!

Notes: So, to those of you who saw this post about my WIPs which mentioned this having background Roceit and Intruality in later chapters of this story?

...I accidentally became way too invested in the idea of Virgil making fun of Patton’s new boyfriend being called Prince. So you get that now. 

The name of the chapters comes from an interesting fact I learned about bluebell flowers while researching this story: they take at least five years to grow from a seed into a bulb, which they have to be before they flower. The first chapter takes place six or seven years before the events of the main story, so I found it very appropriate. This story should only be three or four chapters long, but who knows -- I have lots of ideas for these boys.

Plot: Logan encounters a strange boy in the woods. His name is Anxiety, and he's hiding in the flowers.

Relationships: budding romance analogical, hinted dukeceit, royality in later chapters, remile in later chapters, platonic DRLAMP

Tw: Cursing, faeries, mention of death, mention of kidnapping, dead parents. (If I missed anything, let me know!)

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He didn’t understand, and it bothered him to no end. 

Logan first saw the human in May, when the sun stayed long and the moon appeared less. The flowers had started to bloom, the trees green and vibrant, with alternating days of hot sun or torrents of rain. 

The faerie quite liked May. He preferred winter, of course, being Unseelie, but some nights in the spring he could look up at the sky and see every single star, and stars fascinated him to no end. Besides, there was no one telling him to do his job in the warm months (for there was no snow or cold, blustery winds in the time of the Seelie), and without the pestering to summon winter he could be alone. Logan enjoyed his solitude.

That is, he had, until the human child had stumbled into a flowered field in the small section of the forest the Unseelie had managed to mark off for himself. 

The boy (or at least Logan guessed he was a boy; he had never been good with human age or gender. Fey just were, and though Logan had known he was male early on, many didn’t care about such things. It was such a human concept, after all) was carrying a black book in one hand, a knapsack slung over one shoulder. He sat down in the field, and suddenly he was gone, hidden in the bluebells. 

The fey squinted, trying to see the strange mortal in the flowers, but the boy had achieved almost perfect camouflage. 

Logan had never seen him before, not in the forest. Humans rarely dared tread in the woods, for fear of its elven inhabitants. This one was an anomaly, and it was positively fascinating. Especially one so young -- he appeared to be less than Logan’s own age, making him maybe seven or eight. 

This went on for some time. The strange male would appear in the field, plop down among the bluebells, and stay there for some time, while Logan watched from the branches of the trees. When he finally left, Logan would check the place where he sat, searching for a sign as to how this mortal could hide so thoroughly. 

It was on the seventh appearance of the sun that he found something strange: a piece of white parchment, with a sketch of the forest. The detail was quite good for the hand of a child, Logan had to admit, but it wasn’t the quality of the drawing that bothered him. It was the face in one of the trees, undoubtedly his own, with a line of scribbled human glyphs scrawled beside it. They took but a second to translate. 

Just come say hi. 

How had the mortal seen him? It was undoubtedly dangerous, Logan’s instincts told him. Best to abandon the area, warn his court, and allow the Seelie to deal with the small human intruding in the fey woods. Nevermind that the spring and summer fey were notoriously thoughtless, and might kidnap the child. Nevermind that they would likely forget that humans did not live as long as fey, despite (in their early years, at least) growing at the same rate. Nevermind that, eventually, after often forgetting to provide food or care for their pet human, they would throw him out for aging, or keep him till he died. 

No, Logan was to disregard all of that. 

The next day, Logan found himself creeping through the field, inching his way towards the bluebell patch. The faerie found his pride in his magic: he was quite good at it, and so he expertly used the flora to mask his presence. There was no possible way he could be noticed. 

“Hi,” the boy said, looking up and straight into Logan’s eyes. The human’s own irises were green, a deeper green than he would normally expect from a mortal, the color of grass and oak leaves. “Finally! I thought you would never talk to me.”

Well. That wasn’t right. 

“How did you spot me?” he demanded, dumbfounded. He found himself adjusting his black shirt subconsciously, in a state of mild shock. 

“It’s a secret,” the child grinned. “What’s your name?”

How rude, Logan thought.

I shall never speak to him again, the rational part of his brain decided. He probably has magic, and is a danger to me and all others of my kind.

But he’s fascinating, said the uncontrollable, irrational, annoying part of his brain that was always championing silly matters like friendship and personal interests over actually doing his duty, which would logically be to report this at once. And I do occasionally get lonely…

“You may call me Logic,” he heard, realizing a second late that the words had come from his own mouth. “Which is an alias, of course, but it is the only name you shall get.” Logan had gone by the name for years, choosing it just as every other child did, in this world where true names had power. 

“I figured,” the mortal smiled, with his green eyes crinkled and the absence of one of his front teeth distinct. “I’m Anxiety.”

“Why choose ‘Anxiety’?” Logan asks, years later. He receives that same smile, although the adult tooth has long since grown in. 

“Why’d you choose Logic?” the male in front of him asks in turn, and Logan responds by blinking. 

“I don’t believe I know,” he replies. 

“Exactly,” his compatriot shrugs. “It just felt right.” 

“Are you a witch?” he queried weeks later, sitting cross-legged besides Anxiety and holding a book in his hands. 

“A witch?” Anxiety repeated, looking up from his sketchbook. 

“Bluebells are sometimes called harebells, especially in Scotland,” he said, “because witches are supposed to turn into rabbits to hide in the flowers. It is almost impossible to spot you without knowing if you are here; maybe you’re a witch.”

“Last I checked, I can’t turn into a rabbit,” the boy laughed. “Maybe I summoned you, though, by ringing the bluebells.”

“They are not literal bells, Anxiety.”

“My dad used to tell me that if you rang bluebells, faeries would come,” he shrugged. “But if a human hears a bluebell ring, that means someone dear to them will die.”

“You humans have such morbid myths,” he told his mortal companion, looking at the flowers. “A bluebell cannot make a sound, anyways, so if one hears something it would be purely coincidental.” 

“It’s fun to think about though,” said the human beside him, and Logan looked over at Anxiety, who was sprawled on the grass, staring at the clouds in the blue sky. “Hey, that one looks like a cat eating pasta out of a bucket.”

He looked at the cloud in question, and had to admit it did appear so, as odd the image was. “Why do you humans engage in these flights of fantasy?” Logan asked, despite himself. 

“Coping mechanism, probably,” he replied, with the air of a child that, despite their age, knows enough about the world to call themself Anxiety. “Don’t you?”

“The Seelie, perhaps,” Logan sniffed, “but my court is far more realistic in our views than those sparkly fools.”

“Fair enough,” laughed the mortal. 

Logan soon found himself spending the spring and summer with the boy called Anxiety, sitting in the field. Anxiety brought him books written by humans when Logan got bored of fey texts, and in turn, the faerie deigned to ‘show off’ a bit, demonstrating his magic one day by summoning shadows and a storm. He couldn’t deny the fact that he had been quite happy to see Anxiety wasn’t scared at all, instead laughing as the rain fell around them and Logan scrambled to save their things because “We must save the books, Anxiety!” Once everything was stashed in a hollow tree, however, he managed to get a good look at the boy he had started to think of as a friend, and a laugh was shocked out of him. Anxiety’s bangs were plastered to his face, covering his eyes. 

“You look as though a mop has adhered itself to your skull,” Logan informed him, unable to hide his smile. 

“What’s that weird thing you’re doing with your face? Are you okay?” Anxiety asked, sarcasm negated by his own grin. Logan rolled his eyes. He knew he did not smile often, but still -- those levels of cheek were unwarranted. 

He learned Anxiety was ten, older than he would have guessed, and only a month younger than Logan himself. That he loved poetry and sewing and art but didn’t think he was really good at any of them, and would be mocked for these interests. That his parents had died when he was quite young, and he now lived with his elderly grandmother, who let him run off anywhere as long as he was in his bed the next morning. She had homeschooled him for his early years, and would only send him to an official establishment next fall, which told Logan why Anxiety wasn’t with his fellow human children in their brick school during the spring. It also explained why he’d been allowed to enter the fey woods at all, what with the healthy fear the locals had developed of the place. 

In turn, ‘Logic’ had revealed his love for the stars, (which led to Anxiety sneaking out one night to stargaze with him in the bluebell field), how he’d kept a lizard as a pet one summer, but released it at the end because a cold-blooded creature likely wouldn’t survive the winter months, and how he reported directly to the Unseelie ruler, because all fey had a job, young or old. “It’s just the way it is,” he explained. “I have responsibilities to my court, as do all fey children.”

“Bit like child labour, though,” Anxiety pointed out. 

“For humans, maybe,” he conceded, “but we mentally develop much faster.”

“But you live longer, so shouldn’t you get to embrace your childhood before your infinite adulthood?” reasoned the other, watching the ladybug that was clinging to his sleeve. 

“Not infinite,” Logan replied, and Anxiety raised his head in interest. “We live a very long time, to be sure, but all fey die eventually. When we run out of magic, we age and perish.” 

His friend considered that -- and Logan considered the human boy his friend, now. That notion had snuck up on him, it seemed, surreptitiously changing his label of ‘acquaintance’ to one of friendship. 

He didn’t really mind.

Fall came in colored leaves and bursts of chilly wind, of flowers wilting and apples ripening in the trees. Logan attended the passing of the seasons, or the transfer of control, from the Seelie Court to that of the Unseelie at the equinox. It was in the deepest part of the forest, the part that joined the realm of the fey to the human world. 

Logan wasn’t entirely happy about their regained dominion. He should have been, he knew: logic dictated it! With winter, his powers increased, and he gained structure and work he loved. Why would he not be glad?

Well, remarked the treacherous little voice in his head, we can’t spend time with Anxiety in the winter, now can we? 

It was true, he mused as the crown of the fey on the podium shed its vibrant flowers and its green leaves turned red, orange, yellow, and brown. He’d be very busy, for one. Talyn, leader of the Unseelie, had promised him greater responsibility this year. And besides…

The woods were dangerous enough when the Seelie ruled. But Logan’s court had a tendency to be vicious, and they did not attempt to hide their darkness like their flowery counterparts. 

Were Anxiety to be discovered in faerie woods in winter… 

He didn’t want to think about it. 

“Logic!” called a familiar voice, and he turned to see two identical faces waving to him. 

“Prince, Duke,” he nodded. “I trust you are well?”

“Oh, Lolo, don’t be so formal with us,” Prince grinned, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “We’re friends, after all!”

“Or are we making you nervous?” smirked Duke. “No, something else is! You’ve got a secret, don’tcha?”

Logan’s lips thinned. He’d forgotten how alarmingly perceptive the Unseelie half of the brothers could be.

Prince and Duke were oddities among the fey, the children of parents from both courts. Prince was Seelie, Duke Unseelie, but they had remained close even when the courts did their best to seperate them. Now, they had achieved a sort of notoriety. Joan, leader of the Seelie court, was said to be molding Prince for his own role, and Talyn had already offered for the Duke to study under them. He had rejected the offer, saying that he didn’t want the vulnerability of fey leadership, and a faerie called Deceit had been selected instead.

Secretly, Logan suspected Duke’s reservations had less to do with every faerie in both courts knowing his true name (which was a requirement for Talyn and Joan, just as it had been for all fey leaders before them) and more to do with the restrictions being trained by Talyn would put on him. He loved his chaos, after all. 

“I don’t see what my personal affairs have to do with you,” he said, rather coldly. “No offense meant, of course.”

“Oh, Logic, you break our hearts!” Prince cried dramatically, clutching his chest. “How could you say such things to your bestest and oldest friends?”

“Advice’s by far the best of my friends.”

“Oldest friends!” Duke countered.

“I have known Deceit for far longer than either of you.”

Duke colored at the name (could he be any more obvious with his little crush?) and Prince exclaimed, “Friends!”

“...Dubious,” Logan said, turning back towards the proceedings. 

“C’mon, Logie, we both know you’re bored out of your mind having to watch this mind-numbing shit,” Duke told him, grinning. He was missing three teeth. Fey aren’t supposed to lose teeth, the tiny part of his mind that hadn’t given up yet pointed out. “Let’s leave, and then you can tell us all about your little secret.”

“I will not be telling you anything,” he sighed.

But he ought to. He knew that. It was why he had been avoiding Advice lately, who had gotten a little too good at reading people after beginning his job as a healer. It was why after the meeting Logan threw himself into his work, so as not to cause any issues, any reasons for his court to keep an eye on him. It was why he began following Anxiety when the human boy left the forest each day, making sure he couldn’t be taken on his way home. 

Winter came and Logan began to change, as the power of his people’s season grew within him. His features, already pronounced, became sharper, hair longer (more wild, Anxiety said, as he attempted to braid the dark locks), ears, nails, and teeth more pointed. He changed his clothes for winter, of course, wearing a night-blue cloak lined with rabbit fur over his usual dark attire, and grudgingly trading bare feet for boots. Anxiety laughed at him a fair bit, for that (“What’s your problem with shoes?” he had cackled, as Logan sulked besides him) but after he had to switch his sweatshirts for a heavy black parka, the human joined the fey in petulant anger. 

One day, Anxiety asked why fey changed appearances in the winter, gingerly examining Logan’s sharp nails, which bore an uncanny resemblance to claws. Logan replied that they didn’t -- they changed for summer, or Unseelie did at least. His winter form was his true one; the one the human had first encountered was a disguise of sorts, a way to blend in among the Seelie, a defensive relic from when the two breeds of faerie were at war. 

He was afraid, then, looking at Anxiety, that he would flee. Unseelie were always the evil fey in human stories, not the playful tricksters but the monsters in the dark, and this human seemed to know every story, reciting them from memory to Logan as they lay in the field, watching clouds in the sky.

But Anxiety simply hummed quietly, looking up into Logan’s eyes. “Those don’t change,” he said, motioning to them. “Must be pretty easy for the Seelie to recognize, huh?”

“Why would my eyes be easy to recognize?” he asked, blinking. 

“They’re beautiful,” the human shrugged, far too casual, and returned to his study of Logan’s nails. “Hey, maybe I could paint your nails. My friend Morality’s been teaching me how.” 

(And if the tips of the faerie’s pointed ears turned red, his cheeks dusted with a similar colour, Anxiety was kind enough not to mention it.)

He knew it was dangerous, still meeting the human, but Logan still found himself entering the clearing each day, even though the bluebells had all wilted by August and the other flowers followed quickly, even as the grass turned brown. Sometimes, Logan told himself that it was because he wanted to learn from Anxiety, or because he wanted to interact with someone his age, or because he was simply ingrained in his habits. Always a new excuse. Nevermind that the information the human could teach him was nothing compared to his own vast reservoirs of knowledge, that Deceit, Prince, Advice and Duke were all his own age, and two were even of Logan’s court, that he was a faerie, and the fey did not do routines, as creatures of the wild. 

The truth was, he found a certain amount of joy in meeting with someone who seemed to understand Logan’s reluctance to conform to the standards of his court, who was kind and laughed easily and shared stories and secrets and songs without any cost. The truth was that he was just a bit selfish. 

Logan’s selfishness would come back to bite him.

It was fall on the cusp of winter when it happened, a crisp afternoon in early November, and a Wednesday. This meant that Anxiety could only come later in the day, and carted along a backpack holding papers and books and math. As far as Logan could tell, math was a game with numbers with many nuanced rules, that he rather liked and Anxiety hated.

To make sure that the human managed to reach the clearing safely, Logan had begun to meet him on the path that was Anxiety’s way through the forest, using his magic to mask the two of them from the Unseelie patrolling the woods. Anxiety found it funny (he didn’t seem to quite understand the true danger the forest posed him) but a bit irritating, so Logan grudgingly met him halfway down the path instead of at the line of trees that seperated the forest and the town. 

So he sat in the woods, that Wednesday, high up in the branches, and waited, lost in thought. It had been several months since they’d met in the beginning of May, spending time together almost every day. He had expected the human to have run away in fear by now, to have stopped coming into the forest, to have been scared off by the magic or the changing of shapes or simply by the power Logan held. But the aptly named Anxiety (he was scared of so many things, of sharks and snakes and clowns and drowning and dying and blood) wasn’t afraid of Logan at all, it seemed. 

It was nice, not being feared -- even among his own people, he was treated with a healthy amount of caution. Faeries did not trust. They found security in favors, in debts, and even family, like Prince and Duke, eyed each other with suspicion. But the human boy believed so easily, never asking for a favor or a name, giving and never asking for anything in return. It did not match with what Logan knew, of humans or of fey. 

...Anxiety was late. 

He held out for two minutes longer, before he finally stood and darted through the branches, feet finding footholds that should not have held them, moving through the air and ignoring the fact that occasionally he never touched the branches at all. Such was being a faerie. 

Later, he would think back on the moment and thank the forest he had been so lucky. If he had waited a minute longer, had decided to run along the ground instead of in the trees, if he had listened to Anxiety when he rolled his eyes the day before and said “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me,” when Logan had told him to be careful… 

Logan found his human (sometime in the past months, the human boy had become his. When, he didn’t know, but it had happened so easily, Anxiety sliding into his life with his drawings and poetry and laughter and settling in like he had always belonged. If he believed in things like that, Logan would think it was fate.) standing frozen in the dirt path, eyes glazed and unfocused, books spread around him and backpack lying in the dirt. Unseelie had swarmed him, two of them examining the human in their midst as one -- Deceit, Logan realized in shock -- worked his magic to keep him in a docile trance. 

“Why did he come here?” another faerie asked, one Logan vaguely recognized. From his recollection, he was named Raven. The third he had never met, and seemed a fair bit older than the other two and Logan himself -- Deceit, Raven, and Logan were all young fey, Raven the oldest at maybe fourteen and Deceit almost the same age as Logan himself. This faerie, however, despite appearing to be in their early twenties, had an air of age, and he would guess the mystery individual to be in their hundreds. 

“It doesn’t matter,” the older Unseelie smiled, a grin appearing on their face. “It’s just a human boy. Kill it or take it.”

“He -- He’s our age, Lady Belladonna,” protested Deceit, his brow furrowing. “A child. Shouldn’t we just send him away?”

“Oh, not he,” the apparently female faerie snarled, reaching out to grip Anxiety’s blank face in dark nails. “Humans… humans are beasts. And they call us creatures of the dark! It has no more rights than an animal, age or not. Maturity has never affected the ways of the fey.” 

“But Lady--” Raven protested, looking as disturbed as Deceit, but he never got the chance to finish his sentence. Logan had heard enough. 

Lady Belladonna, whoever she was, had been correct. Maturity had very little to do with fey; age meant time, and a faerie scorned time, even physically. So Logan, young as he was at barely eleven winters (Logan had turned eleven just a few days ago -- Anxiety had given him some of the mechanical pencils he had liked, as well as a decorated case. He had said it was a ‘birthday gift’.), had power, power enough to reach out to the minds of the three fey and push them into sleep. 

He’d always been good at manipulating the brain -- better than even Deceit or Advice. 

The three Unseelie crumpled to the ground, eyes shutting even as they tried to resist, pushing back against his influence. The clearing soon quieted, silent but for the sound of quiet breathing and the wind in the trees.

Logan knew he had succeeded when Anxiety blinked and the haze over his eyes disappeared, Deceit’s control gone. The human gasped, stumbling backwards, and at that moment Logan finally emerged from the branches to pick up the backpack and the books, nodding in greeting.

“Logic?” Anxiety asked, sounding small, staring at the fey slumped around him. “What -- what happened? Are they…”

“Merely sleeping,” he replied, motioning to the rise and fall of Raven’s chest. “They will be alright.” His face hardens. “They deserved worse. What do you remember?”

“All of it, I think. They surprised me, and that one that looks like a snake did something -- I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t scream.” He hesitated, staring at the female faerie. “She wanted to kill me?”

“Or take you to our realm,” Logan said, straightening, Anxiety’s backpack in one hand and his books in the other. “Here. I need to make sure they don’t remember this encounter.”

The human took his belongings, watching as Logan crouched by the sleeping fey, touching his fingers to their temples. It took only a few seconds to alter their memories, to make them believe their enchanted sleep to be the result of a backfired spell by the Lady. (He takes special pleasure in placing the blame on her.)

He altered first the memories of Raven, then Belladonna, and then he reached for Deceit.

A yellow-gloved hand reached up to grasp Logan’s wrist. 

“Logic!” Anxiety exclaimed, a fearful squeak, rushing forwards, but Deceit spoke before he could aid him.

“Thank you,” the young Unseelie whispered, eyes forcing themselves open. 

“What?” Logan asked, unable to keep the shock from his voice. Deceit was one of the few faeries that could lie without repercussions, but the thanks seemed genuine. Whether he had become far better at lying than Logan had thought, or… 

“She would have murdered him,” Deceit laughed, a harsh sound. “Probably would have made me do it, a test for Talyn’s protégé. I definitely would have been able to casually murder a kid my age.” Sarcasm practically dripped from his words, before his tone softened. “So, thank you, Logic.”

“You released Anxiety from the spell, didn’t you?” he realized, blinking down at the barely-conscious faerie. “You’re going to get yourself killed, Deceit.”

“Wipe my memories,” he shrugged. “I’ll be fine. But be careful, okay? Belladonna isn’t alone in her views. There’s fey from both courts that are now advocating for violence against humans. Your boyfriend will need to be cautious.”

“He’s not my -- we aren’t -- we are far too young to be courting!” Logan protested, knowing full well his face was as bright as a rose, ears burning. Anxiety was in much the same state, although Deceit simply rolled his eyes.

“Of course you are,” the faerie sighed. “Just… keep an eye out, Logic. This forest has gotten dangerous, as of late.”

His eyes fluttered shut. A few seconds later, his breathing evened. Logan was rather impressed -- Deceit’d held out against the spell for far longer than he would have expected anyone to be able to. Luckily, the strange resistance didn’t carry over when he moved to alter his memories, and soon he stood to face Anxiety. 

“It… It would be understandable if you decided to terminate our friendship,” he finally muttered, unable to meet the human’s green eyes. “You have now seen the truth of my people. We are vicious, and killers, and-”

“And you rescued me,” said Anxiety, voice startlingly calm. “And that other faerie -- Deceit, right? -- he didn’t want to hurt me either. I don’t think you’re vicious, or a killer.”

“Anxiety, you’ll be in danger if you continue visiting me. You could lose your life!” Logan exclaimed, motioning to the fallen faeries around him for emphasis, because the stupid human didn’t understand, didn’t get that he might die or worse!

“That was always going to be true, dummy. We’re in a faerie forest. I’m a human,” Anxiety deadpanned. “C’mon.”

They walked through the woods to the clearing in silence, Logan working his magic to render them invisible to prying eyes, Anxiety staring at the dirt under his sneakers. The forest was still, for once.

The two arrived in their typical spot, standing near where they knew the bluebells would grow again in spring, hearing dead grass crinkle underneath their feet. The human set down his belongings, and hesitated, suddenly still.

“Are you alright?” Logan asked, glancing over. Anxiety was staring at the ground again, arms wrapped around himself in a sort of makeshift hug, bangs covering his eyes. 

“I… You saved my life, Logic,” the other said, voice choked, and there were glistening tears streaming down his pale cheeks. “I would have died.”

Logan had never been good at feelings. He’d be the first to admit so -- they were Prince or Advice’s department. Still, he found himself moving forwards, pulling Anxiety into a hug, ignoring the tears wetting his cloak as he did his best to replicate what he’d seen Advice do for distressed fey. 

“I don’t want to die,” he heard, whispered into his shoulder. “I don’t want to die, L.”

“I won’t let you,” promised Logan, and heard from his own mouth, before he could even think about saying it, “I’ll protect your life with mine, if it comes to that.”

Anxiety let out a laugh at that, his grip tightening. “Well, that’s not very fair. You’re not allowed to die either, okay? I’ll protect you too.”

Logan had a response on the tip of his tongue (“You’re a human, how would you preserve my lifespan in any way?”) but a searing pain through his left eye interrupted him, and nothing more than a gasp of agony escaped the faerie. They seperated, Anxiety clutching the right side of his face. 

The feeling disappeared as quickly as it had manifested, and Logan immediately looked up, searching for their attacker, and instead found the human’s previously green eyes. 

The right one was a bright, shining purple. 

Anxiety’s mouth was open wide. “Logic, your eye--” he began, before reaching into his bag and fumbling for his communicator square. (Phone, he called it. Logan did not quite understand, but avoided touching it anyways -- it appeared to be made of metal, and he would not risk contact with iron.) He turned it on, before switching to a screen that reflected both of their faces. 

Logan had only ever looked at his reflection to ensure his presentability. He knew his eyes were different from those of humans, of course; Anxiety’s had circles of green around a black center, set on a white background, but Logan did not have those divisions. Color spread across the whole surface, lacking in whites, pupil, and iris. “Your eyes look like the night sky,” Anxiety had told him once, and he supposed the human was correct -- normally, they were a dark purplish blue color, with pinpricks of pale light across the surface. Still, he hadn’t understood why Anxiety had seemed so fascinated. (“Is it accurate?” the human had questioned. “Is the placement of the stars right?” Logan had eventually flushed red as the other tried to find constellations in his eyes, Anxiety had noticed and retreated, and that had been the end of that. He’d never brought it up again.)

But now his left eye was crossed with a pattern of greenish blue, like the aurora borealis in the Unseelie realm that his parents had taken him to see when he was very small, vibrant against the indigo background.

“What happened?” Anxiety asked, staring at himself on the screen of the phone, reaching up as if to touch the purple ring, ensuring it was truly there. “How -- why -- what happened?”

“I don’t know,” Logan said slowly, staring at his newly heterochromatic eyes. 

Perhaps this is the price of befriending and saving a human, he thought to himself, meeting Anxiety’s panicked eyes with his own. Perhaps it is a curse, or a punishment from the gods. A physical marking of my shame, of forgetting to take a name, a favor, a price, as is my nature. 

“It’s okay,” Anxiety said, reaching out to take Logan’s hand and squeezing it gently. “It’s okay, L. We’ll figure it out. Besides, it looks cool as heck, right?”

“...That it does,” he nodded after a beat, returning the gesture, a wan smile stretching his lips despite the situation.

“Let’s… Let’s not worry about it for now,” suggested the human. “We’ve got better things to do, right?”

“Definitely. We had best get started on that math homework.”

Anxiety let out a laugh at that. “Ew. How about we just cloudwatch for now?”

They sat in the empty field, where their flowers would grow again come spring, and watched white fluff form in the blue sky through mismatched eyes. He glanced over at Anxiety, who smiled and reached out with his hand. The faerie took it. 

If this new coloring is a curse, it’s worth it, decided Logan, flashing a smile at his boy of the bluebells before returning his gaze to the sky. 

At first, the change took getting used to. Fey whispered Logan had made a deal with the forest, had become vain and done it cosmetically, had been cursed. Humans said much the same about Anxiety. As time passed, however, and the colors didn’t change, those inside and outside the forest learned to accept the change. No one questioned it anymore, and eventually the two learned to forget the day in the clearing, to pass it off as a spell gone wrong in Logan’s case and an eye injury in Anxiety’s.

Neither of them found an explanation for it either, but it soon became apparent they didn’t need to. They had each other.

That was what mattered.

[fantasticworldoffanfics]

DEREK/STILES

                                            ——— (part 7) ——–

Fandom: TeenWolf

Even a longer list of fanfics :)….

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Cornerstone

Author: Vendelin

Summary: Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

See Derek Date

Author: mikkimouse

Summary: When Derek sees his ex-boyfriend, Jordan, for the first time in ten years, he tells a little white lie about his love life (or lack thereof). Of course, that all blows up in his face when his sister Cora finds out and demands that Derek bring his (imaginary) boyfriend to her wedding.Now he's got one month to change that "imaginary" boyfriend into an actual one.

Your Majesty

Author: grimm

Summary: It wasn’t like he was a pro or whatever, but like any teenage boy he’d spent a lot of time jerking off, and there were a lot of people on the internet that liked watching that sort of thing. And while the idea of doing actual porn - like, porn with another person’s dick in his ass porn - kind of made him uncomfortable, jerking off by himself in front of a camera sounded okay. If you’re good at something, never do it for free, right?Based off a prompt asking for Stiles as a cam boy and Derek lusting after his hot virgin bod.

Something Spooky

Author: crossroadswrite

Summary: Derek sighs and boredly stuffs a handful of gummi bears in his mouth, straight out of a Halloween candy bowl Aunt Olivia insists in buying every year even if they never get trick or treaters this far into the woods.He tilts his head and tunes back into the boys’ conversation, which has been the prime time entertainment of the Hales for the past ten minutes or so.“It’s dark,” one of the boys whines.“Don’t be a baby, Scott,” the second chastises.“But, I don’t wanna,” Scott whines, like a baby.

My Hips Don't Lie (And I'm Starting to Feel You Boy)

Author: MagnificentlyMagic

Summary: “Dancer’s hips,” Derek joked.“Oh yeah baby, my hips don’t lie,” Stiles smirked, licking his lips.“You’re an idiot.”“You love it.”

OR; The one in where Derek is a photographer for Calvin Klein and has roped in his dancer boyfriend (and his dancer friends) to model for him.

A High School Cliche

Author: halelujah

Summary: “Are you the one that played a porno in the Principal’s office?” A gruff voice asks.“Depends if you’re the one that threw a dumbbell through a window.” He drawls, not bothered in moving from his comfy spot.

Miguel the Wolf Dog

Author: orphan_account

Summary: Stiles' roommate Derek was pretty strange, and Stiles didn't know much about him. His dog, Miguel, was pretty cute though, and it was adorable how Miguel and Scott did the same rubbing thing because apparently Stiles "smells like another werewolf, and the pack doesn't like that". Well, it wasn't actually that cute when Scott did it. And if only he could find this other werewolf on campus...

Camp Lake Hale

Author: sarcasmandirony

Summary: Stiles and Scott decide to spend their last summer before college being camp monitors in the summer camp they used to attend when they were kids. Stiles aspires to rival Nathan Hale as the coolest camp monitor ever. Of course, this being Stiles' life, Nathan is getting married at the end of the summer, which leaves the most boring Hale family member in charge of camp matters - Derek Hale. Blah.

That Which You Cannot Undo

Author: uraneia

Summary: By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation

Author: grimm

Summary: There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Our Lives Are Changing Lanes

Author: grimm

Summary: There's a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn't really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude's got kids hanging all over him; one's on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There's a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he's got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles' mouth drops open."How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I'd subject myself to this on purpose?""Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I'm telling Mom."

My Heart's Been Offline

Author: thepsychicclam

Summary: 31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life )Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.

A (Sort of) Fairytale

Author: briecheesie, daunt

Summary: The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family's lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch's ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.

Of Wolves And Doughnuts

Author: Hatteress (goddammitstacey)

Summary: When Derek was fifteen, circumstance and a goddamn doughnut had seen fit to Bond him to Stiles Stilinski. In which Derek is more cunning than anyone gives him credit for, Stiles doesn't understand why the new Alphas in town are all up in his business and everyone gets a violent crash-course in what it means to be Pack, whether they're in it or not.

With a Little Christmas Magic

Author: AceLotti

Summary: AU: Stiles is jobless this Christmas and as a last resort, is stuck playing one of Santa’s elves at the mall. The job is a bust, and Stiles isn’t really in the Christmas mood, until he finds salvation in the Starbucks at the food court, not only in hiding from kids, but in one very sexy barista named Derek.

OR: In Wich Stiles in an Elf and Derek is a Christmas Coffee Magician

Crasher Landers

Author: gyzym

Summary: In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)

A Desperate Arrangement

Author: mikkimouse

Summary: "I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

Salty Sweet

Author: secondstar

Summary: Derek works at a porn store. One day, Stiles comes in asking all sorts of TMI questions about different toys. That's where it all starts.

A Californian Wolf in New York Series

Author: dancinbutterfly, knight_tracer

Part 1: A Californian Wolf in New York

Summary: When Derek finally realizes that there's nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home. (A podfic/fanfic collaboration)

Part 2 : It’s a Break, Not a Vacation

Summary: The anniversary of the fire sneaks up on Derek. So he follows his instinct and leaves Manhattan to get to the one thing he really needs to survive the worst week of the year, Stiles. Unfortunately, that puts him in Beacon Hills - the worst place he could possibly be at the worst possible time. Yeah, Derek didn't really think this through.

It Started with the Fox Ears Series

Author: thelucky13

Part 1: Fox Ears are a Blessing

Summary: The fic where Stiles has really sensitive ears and Derek uses it to his advantage. Sexually of course. mhmm. Sex.

Part 2: Blame It on the Twins

Summary: A peek through Stiles' pregnancy, with sexy times because I can never not.

The One Where Stiles is a Fox (literally) Series

Author: OneSmartChicken

Part 1: Tales of the Grizzled Pup

Summary: Stiles gets turned into a fox, and it's sort of awesome, and this is a terrible summary.

Part 2: Counting the Constellations On Your Face

Summary: And then the fox became a man, barely more than a boy in truth, and Derek should not have been surprised by his unique beauty, and yet he was.In fact, it could be said that Derek was transfixed.That's it. That's all it is. A little pack bonding and Derek thinking about how pretty Stiles is.

The Company I Keep

Author: secondstar

Summary: Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.

We've Written Volumes (In Blood, in Scars and Ink)

Author: notthequiettype

Summary: Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

Permanent Fixture

Author: linksofmemories

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

Howlin' For You

Author: Lenore

Summary: A college AU with strippers, crime bosses, and a mystery to solve.

I Want to Say Yes, Sir

Author: Halesbennett

Summary:  “I’ve got a 17 year old boy in the back of my car and I’m running him up to the station.” His dad sighs.“Oooo is he cute?” Stiles asks jokingly.Stiles can practically hear his Dad’s eye roll. He can hear the Sheriff shift as he turns around to look at the boy in the back. “Hey my son wants to know if you’re cute.”He hears the boy on the other end go after a second of hesitation, “I want to say yes, sir.”His Dad just cracks up laughing.

Mr Virginity

Author: MourningDawn

Summary: AU. Derek Hale has a reputation, one that has been built through out high-school. He's the captain of the basket ball team and he's the most popular guy in school. But Derek is also know for going after any virgins at his school which he is how he gets the nick name "Mr. Virginity". To Derek it's fun crossing names off the list as he helps usher in the virgins into the world of sex. It's nearing the end of his senior year and there is just one last person still holding on to their virginity. Their is a reason why Derek left nerdy, hipster, social award, star wars loving Stiles Stilinski for last.

Mouthy, Mouthy

Author: colferstilinski

Summary: Derek raggedly ruts up, still chasing. Still coming. Eyes that have been clamped shut blinks blearily as he tries to finally look down at the swollen gland, and yep. That’s a knot. Definitely his knot.

Closer

Author: lavieboheme0919

Summary: Stiles is a prostitute at an all-male brothel disguised as an exclusive club. He caters specifically to those with a BDSM kink. On the 7th anniversary of the brothel's opening, he entertains a sexy businessman with gorgeous green eyes and dark, black hair who wins 48 hours with him. The two push each other to extremes neither thought possible, but the aftermath may mean that both can heal from what has been done to them.

Just the Tip

Author: Ookamisan

Summary: In which Derek is an Alpha and resembles the wolves from Van Helsing, fucks Stiles on the Hale House lawn and things get weird.

more fics: part 8

[lomlwintersoldier]

Castle of the Black

Part 1: Home

Summary: Your once thriving planet has been taken over by monsters that had once only been creatures of fiction. Now, ten years after the Great Darkness that brought these creatures, you must fight for your life to survive the horrors of the castle of your captor. 

Word Count: 1685

Warnings: none yet

A/N: this fic will be pretty dark I think so if you don’t like darker themes, please don’t read this fic!! I’m getting back into the swing of writing regularly. Hope you all enjoy.

Earth.

It is home to everything that has ever lived. Our histories, our homes, our families….. It is everything we’ve ever known and all we ever will know. For humans at least, given our short lives and easily snuffed out flames.

It was once a thriving place, teeming with life and goodness, but those days of peace had long since disappeared. Now it was dark, filled with danger at every turn, dangers created by the creatures that now wandered this earth with a deep seated hatred for the human race: vampires, werewolves, sirens, mutants, and last of all...demons. The demons. They killed who they wished, whenever they wished it and if anyone challenged them, human or otherwise, they would die too. Demons terrorized the earth and no one was safe.

After the Great Darkness, these creatures were finally able to show their true forms and humans went from the top of the food chain, the hunter so to speak, to the prey. It was open season on humans everywhere, to the point where humans were nearly extinct ten years after the Darkness. Only the most resourceful and cunning of humans survived the onslaught led by the demons and eventually they went into hiding for their own protection, surviving in small gatherings and villages away from the cities that had been overtaken by the inhuman creatures.

This was where you lived now, a small village a few miles west of Olympia, after being driven from your home in Seattle after the Great Darkness. You were only the fourteen when it happened and it had only been a sheer stroke of luck that you’d survived this long. You supposed it hadn’t been just luck though. You were smart, resourceful, strong. You knew the world you lived in and you knew the way it worked; you were a human, weak, fragile, and you knew to never let your pride or rage at the creatures get the better of you because it would mean certain death.

“Y/N! The Ward needs you.” Peter calls out, distracting you from your thoughts. You glance back, your eyes narrowing at him for disrupting your thoughts but he was your friend. A bit young perhaps, he was only sixteen but he was smart, and he was probably the only person you fully and wholeheartedly considered family in this place. You’d found him just after the Great Darkness, also alone and left without a family so you’d sort of adopted each other.

“Alright, I’m on my way.” You call back, getting up from your spot on the rocks beside the small bubbling creek that rested between the dense forests, cutting through the thick brush like an icy sapphire knife. It was your favorite place to be because it gave you an escape from the darkness of the world you’d lived in for ten long years. “What do you think it’s about?” Peter asks when you reach him, his eyebrows furrowed in worry and you knew why. The Ward only called on you when something was wrong and because it had been quiet for a few months now, everyone had been more on edge, thinking that this was the calm before the storm.

“I have no idea. I’m sure it’s fine though.” You reassure him despite the uneasy feeling in your stomach. “Don’t treat me like a kid, Y/N. I know when something’s wrong.” “You’ll always be a kid to me, Pete.” You tease, trying to lighten the mood. “You were only six when I found you. Big ass eyes, too skinny arms.” “Shut up. You’re not that much older than me.” He huffs as he walks beside you. You grin widely at him which draws out a small smile from him in response. “If something's wrong I’ll tell you. I promise.” You say seriously, knowing he’d want you to be straight with him.

You both trek back to the village in silence, both deep in thought as to why the Ward would call on you and the longer you walked, the more sinister your thoughts became and by the time you made it back to the village, your heart was pounding from all the scenarios you’d thought up in your head. When you reach the edge of the village, you swallow to clear the thick lump thats formed in your throat from the stress of your thoughts and split away from Peter, who returns to his tent. You however, continue down the small, makeshift roads you’d help build when you’d first formed this new home towards the Wards tent. You glance behind you to make sure you weren’t followed by a curious ear and shut the tent door quickly before turning to the woman in front of you.

“What is it?” You ask, furrowing your brow intensely. “Another sighting?”

She lets out a shaky breath and looks at you with a haunted gaze.

“We got word from the city today.” She whispers. “They’ve found us.” “Werewolves, vampires…?” You ask urgently. Those you could fight off. Those you could stand a chance against. The Ward looks at you with haunted eyes and then you know. This was a beast you couldn’t fight, only run from and even then you wouldn’t survive long.

“Demons.” You answer your own question in a hushed tone. All the Ward can do is nod, and you realize this is the first time you’ve seen her look so terrified. “We have to warn the others.” You say, glancing outside the mesh window of the tent out to the rest of the makeshift village. “We have to leave.”

“It’s no use. Remember what happened to the village near Winlock?”

“All murdered. Didn’t even last a day.” You murmur with dread filling your stomach like hot lead. “We’re all going to die.” She whispers. “We can fight, okay? We won’t go down without taking a few of the bastards down with us.” You mutter but your words are hollow, even to your own ears. The lucky ones would die quickly but demons were known to kidnap, torture, and abuse the prisoners they took from their villages. You only hoped you would die quickly when the time came. “When will they be here?” “Considering where they were last seen...I’d say they’ll be here by nightfall.” The Ward replies.

“That gives us enough time for us to get the kids out. We can’t save everyone but we can save a few.” You say determinedly. Maybe not all of you would survive this onslaught but at least a few of the others could. The old woman nods in agreement. “I’ll round everyone up.” The rest of the day passes in a blur and you find yourself swallowing your fear every now and then to comfort those around you but to be honest you were terrified. You’d watched your entire family die at the hands of a demon and you had had your fair share of close calls with them over the years. Still, you knew you had to remain calm but you couldn’t help but wonder if each face you saw today would be the last time you’d lay eyes on them.

You sent a group of children away with a few adults to take care of them; your heart broke at the thought of losing them but you knew it was their only chance of survival. Demons showed no mercy, the ruthless bastards.

“We’re gathering around the fire pit, Y/N.” Peter called out to you. You glance up at the sky, the orange and red hues signaling the oncoming sunset and all you could think was how cruel this was, for the earth to be so beautiful yet be the harborer of so much ugliness.

“You coming?” He asks, this time quieter and his tone more concerned than anything else. “Yeah, yeah.” You mutter. You give the horizon one last look, committing it to memory in case tomorrow’s never came for you which was very likely at this point.

You turn and follow Peter to the pit where everyone had assembled, fists clenched tightly around weapons fit to kill lesser monsters than demons. People spoke in hushed voices but no one here was a coward. You knew they would fight and die here rather than be taken prisoner by the demons. There were worse fates than death.

The Ward makes her way to stand atop a cut down tree trunk, waving her hand to get the attention of the villagers that had stayed back to fight. Silence falls over the crowd as every pair of eyes turns to the leader they’d chosen so many years ago.

“Brave ones.” She begins, her voice commanding an authority so few had, and you’re reminded why she was the Ward in the first place. “We stand here on the ground we’ve cultivated and sown for eight years. I’d hoped this day would never come...the day we fight for our lives but it has. I will not create false hope, or give you empty promises but know this.” The wind seems to have stopped whistling through the trees, leaving an eerie silence behind as the Ward looks over the faces before her, no more than seventy men and women, as if she were memorizing all of our faces. “Remember that we are family. If we die tonight, it will be among loved ones.” She finishes quietly. As if the universe was hanging on her every word, the earth goes silent; not a single bird can be heard, nor the high chirp of the squirrels that had always seemed irritating up until now. The sky falls to a darker hue as the sun sets over the mountains you called home and your breath catches because suddenly, it’s no longer silent. But it’s not the animals you hear. No, you hear hoofbeats, getting closer and closer and you close your eyes, knowing what you will see when you open them again.

After a few moments, you open your eyes again. Inches away from your face are bright red eyes and a wicked smile.

The demons had arrived.

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