If a curse destroyed your home and your memories, could your dreams bring you back? Back to somewhere only we know. If you could remember whom you loved, could you still have them in a land where no fairy tales are ever easy? A Hook/Ariel AU.

"Stiles, how old are you?" She questions, serious. "Eight." He answers immediately. "I'm eight and a half." She states smugly. "And because I'm older, I think that we need to grow up first before we get married." Thus, begins his complicated relationship with Lydia Martin. *one-shot, Stydia, mentions of Stalia, season 4 spoilers*

They would always figure things out together. It was a comforting pattern, warm and dependable, like a sweater that fits just right no matter how many winters you wear it. The more worn in it is, the more comfortable the sweater, and Lydia feels the same way about Stiles. She just never intended to fall in love with him.

Don't say a word... you'll scare them off. A week with Stydia cuteness, seen through the eyes of their friends.

Being in a relationship with Stiles Stilinski was insanity painted in red. He was the boy who would shift awkwardly in front of you and then skim his long fingers over the right places on your waist. Oneshot. Set in Junior Year. Fluff.

Stiles stares at her as if she's abruptly sprouted dragon wings. "Prom - with you?" he repeats blankly. "Like - go to prom with you?"

Lydia likes wearing Stiles' clothes. Stiles likes seeing her in them.

[Stiles/Lydia, Scott/Kira - post "Riddled"] They shouldn't go over there, especially after everything Stiles has been through, but Kira's staring at her and somehow she can tell the girl just knows she wants to see him.

stiles/lydia. "She'd rather be distracted by a superficial attraction that promises a good time than something earnest and tangible and so, so frightening."

A hickey. On the back of your neck. The size of Manhattan.

Scott can't pinpoint the moment Stiles became more important to Lydia than any of them, but he can pinpoint the moment she realized it.

He had thought that finally figuring out what Lydia was would put his mind at ease. However, banshee or not, he finds himself still running straight for her whenever she screams, with that same familiar fear gripping his heart.

She should've known that studying with Stiles would get her into trouble.

His fingers are long—the type of fingers that a girl notices; the type of fingers that makes a girl wonder what kind of patterns they could sear into her skin. She averts her eyes and realizes that Stiles is looking at her (or rather her in his sweater) again.

And Stiles felt someone suck the air out of his lungs and his words got caught in his throat. Because Lydia was standing, right here, in front of him and she had never looked this fragile. Never so close. Set in Senior Year. Fluff.

Sleep comes in stages - these are theirs. (or: five times Lydia finds herself sleeping with/in the vicinity of Stiles, and feelings) [4th in the 'toss me a heavy rope' series]

stiles/lydia. "And yet you have no qualms about dragging me on a stakeout to make sure no funny business is happening with Stiles and Cora."

An encounter between Cato and Katniss in the Training Center the night before the start of the Hunger Games changes everything.

Hook/Ariel. Her lips moved almost indiscernibly, and he thought he could read his name on the tip of them. But he would never know, just like everything else about her.

Paul Lahote is a hothead. Lucy Nokeen is a pacifist. He is impulsive. She thinks things through. He is a lone wolf. She wants to be taken care of. She's a feminist. Imprinting is supposed to match two people with what they need. Yet neither Paul nor Lucy ever thought they'd need each other.

Lydia has a secret, except she doesn't know it yet. A Peter/Lydia Teen Wolf fanfiction which starts off from halfway episode 2x9, then turns AU.

Sequel to ONLY DRACO'S MUDBLOOD During the summer, the group reunites in France. Secrets are being kept, and a half-blood murderer is on the loose. Dramione possible hpgw