Before he can gather anything resembling a thought, Aerion takes his hand and laces their fingers, and Dunk can only notice how he dwarfs the smaller hand, feeling a bit insecure about how rough his palm feels against the smooth skin. But Aerion has a surprisingly strong grip for someone so slight and pulls him toward a table where four members of the Targaryen family sit, staring at them in open bewilderment.
“This is him,” Aerion says, hooking his arm through Dunk’s and pressing in close, smaller body warm against his side. “My boyfriend.”
Dunk freezes. Very, very still. Because that is… not right.
(Or Dunk has to keep pretending to be Aerion’s boyfriend— partly to avoid getting torn to shreds by an overly-dramatic family for hurting his pretend lover’s entirely imaginary feelings, and partly because he’s hopelessly in love and will take what he can get.)
Melissa folded her arms and stared at Stiles, “I’m still having a hard time believing that Derek Hale, of all people, is your boyfriend now.”
“Yep! Derek’s my boyfriend! We’re totally rocking the whole relationship thing. I mean, we’re no Scott and Allison when it comes to PDA, but we’re both very affectionate behind closed doors. It’s kind of hilarious actually, because some people think that Derek doesn’t even like me when we’re in public, just because he growls or glares at me from time to time. But we’re just a misunderstood couple, y’know… Kind of like other star-crossed lovers out there. We’re basically this generation’s Romeo and… Miguel.”
Melissa was grinning so wide that her face almost hurt. Stiles had wildly overcompensated, and now she knew he was lying.
“If you and Derek are boyfriends, you won’t have a problem inviting him over for dinner then.”
Stiles malfunctioned for a full second before squawking like a dying bird, “Dinner?!”
Let’s Play Pretend (For A Little While) by greenleaf
Derek asks Stiles to pretend to be his boyfriend for his sister’s wedding.
It doesn’t go as Derek expected. It turns out better.
Best Laid Accidents by disast3rtransp0rt
Stiles was halfway down a perfectly lovely doom spiral when Derek said a series of words in such an uncannily chipper tone that Stiles was pretty sure he’d paused the panic attack to stroke out: “That’s wonderful news, Keith. Congratulations on the internship. You’ll have to swing by our place sometime for dinner while you’re in town. Right, babe?”
“Huh? Oh. Yeah.”
Derek moved his hand from bracing Stiles’ shoulder to resting over his hip, pulling him gently sideways until the gap between their bodies disappeared. “Stiles is an incredible cook.”
“I look forward to finding out.” The lines of Keith’s posture had tightened significantly since Derek started talking but Stiles could barely take in all the little details like he generally would. His brain was working overtime to go at half its usual speed.
Had Derek just– Did Derek really mean– Was he seriously–
An Omega for Christmas by AnotherSigh
Derek is a successful alpha, has a good job, a nice house and a stable pack. But Chritsmas and his birthday are coming. He is going to be 32 years old and his family is expecting him to bring someone home. He doesn’t need an omega to be happy. But he might have told a lie that he has a boyfriend and he would take him home for this Christmas party.
Maybe he was lucky that a certain hyperactive omega told the same lie.
Sometimes It Takes a Misunderstanding To Know Where You Stand by gryvon
"Stiles!" Oh, that was not a good tone. Stiles froze, then remembered Derek was three hours away and couldn't strangle him through the phone. "Do you want to explain why your father thinks we're dating?"
The Wedding Date by Renmackree
Stiles Stilinski has a problem and with his cousin's wedding coming up, he may need to swallow his pride and tell the truth.
Laura Hale has a better idea.
He's Not Mine by Sunnee
Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.
smells like nirvana and lasagna by haybelle
“Derek, I agreed to be your fake date, not be smothered by you. What are you doing?”
Derek lifted his head slightly from Stiles’ neck, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “I’m scenting you, you idiot. If my family is going to believe we’re dating, then we need to smell like it.”
It’s Not Pretend When It’s Real by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
"At least we got this far,” Stiles argued. “Could’ve been worse. For now, they know he’s taken by someone in the pack.”
“Mm hm,” Lydia said, giving him a look. “You realize that you are now going to have to pretend to date Derek, right?”
Stiles rolled his eyes. “Oh no, what a hardship. That sucks, boo hoo.” He motioned Derek emphatically. “He’s like, my best friend.”
“Hey!” Scott insisted.
“He’s like, my second best friend,” Stiles amended. “It’s fine, we’ll figure it out. Right?” He turned to grin at Derek, who was scowling at him.
The Rental Boyfriend by EvanesDust
It wasn’t part of Stiles’s plan to actually get a rental boyfriend just to experience a first date. It also wasn’t part of his plan to stumble upon Derek Hale’s page and hire him for a few hours every week. And Stiles definitely hadn't meant to actually start falling for the guy.
…or the one where Stiles hired Derek to be his boyfriend and promptly fell in love. Oops.
According to Plans by eldee
Five times Stiles and Derek pretend to be boyfriends, and the one time they didn't have to pretend at all. (Or: in which Stiles' plan for senior year is completely ruined by a supernatural creature stalking him.)
part-time soulmate, full-time problem by Renmackree
Stiles had seen it all in his five years of supernatural shenanigans, but never in his life would he have guessed returning to Derek's old stomping grounds in New York, especially under the guise of Derek's magical Mate.
It was going to be an exciting summer.
Like it or Not by Halevetica
Stiles works as the editorial assistant at Vogue. He loves everything about his job except for his boss, Derek Hale. Derek Hale is the worst and Stiles hates him.
But when Derek drags him to the yearly awards dinner within the company, he is forced to play boyfriend for the night to make Derek's ex jealous. Things couldn't get much worse…or so Stiles thought.
I Would Fake Forever With You by Halevetica
Derek Hale is the black sheep of the family, always has been. That's why he moved to Seattle. Now he's got a job he loves, a nice apartment with an incredibly hot and endearing neighbor, Stiles Stilinski. One night when Derek's overly large and demanding family shows up early for their yearly visit, they run into Stiles, who is accidentally introduced as Derek's boyfriend.
Not Your Disney Romance by Wrennefer (Wrenegadeone)
After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack's alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.
The One Where They All Go to New York for a Wedding by Chioces
Derek is invited to New York for a wedding, of corse it is customary for an Alpha to bring his entire pack to such an event, and Stiles somehow becomes his fake date. Oops!
Mates and Mushrooms by mikkimouse
Derek's not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.
It might be a great plan…if only Derek weren't head over heels in love with him.
It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didn't have a vested interest in Derek staying single.
The Newlywed Game by Captain_Loki
Stiles is (still) single when the pack's getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles' unique forms of persuasion.
Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort's version of the Newlywed game. Only it's completely obvious it's going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.
Most probably homicide.
Plot twist: It doesn't.
Relationship Status: It's complicated by kellifer_fic
Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you're like, into me?
El Corazón del Lobo by heartsdesire456
Derek drove back into Beacon Hills on a Tuesday morning seven years after he had left it last with one single thought:
“Why am I doing this?”
But in his heart, Derek knew exactly why.
(In which Stiles suffers temporary memory loss and any serious emotional trauma could give him permanent damage so Scott calls Derek to come back and fake like he and Stiles are still together so that Stiles can heal)
pretty in tents by kellifer_fic
Even though he’s making fun of it, Stiles thinks the whole thing sounds awesome and, like most stuff these days, the experience is going to be totally wasted on Scott.
Wear Me Down and Wear Me Out by HakeberHooligan
The Ninth Decennial Greater Northern American Werewolf Symposium has arrived, and Stiles is dead set on going. Derek thinks he holds the trump card when he explains to Stiles that as a human, the only way he'd be safe is if he was Derek's mate. Of course, that deters Stiles approximately zero percent, and that's how he ends up parading around as Stile's (fake) mate.
He should know better by now that where Stiles is involved, things have a funny way of never going according to plan.
A Challenging Puzzle by emsmittens
Stiles was a puzzle, one that Derek was desperate to solve but then, a new werewolf showed up in town. A new werewolf who was hell-bent on making Stiles his mate, which led to Stiles and Derek pretending to be mates.
Was it too late for the pining alpha or could he claim Stiles as his real mate just in time?
I Smell Just Fine..! by PaigeRhiann
Derek sighed again, “There’s something Stiles needs to understand” he said “It’s a known fact that Werewolves are very possessive. That’s why Lydia and Allison haven’t been targeted because they smell like their mates – like pack”
Stiles’ eyebrows furrowed “Why don’t I smell like pack” he was clearly offended.
“It’s quite hard to smell like pack when you’re not a wolf or sleeping with one” he answered.
Kiss Me on the Hood of Your Car by cigamfossertsim
When Stiles needs a quick get-out-of-jail-free card to get him and Derek out of a jam, he claims the other man is his boyfriend. After a bout of necessary PDA to prove their story, Stiles’s mind is rife with fantasies about the broody werewolf that he’s largely suppressed up until now. Fantasies including Derek’s car. During the long, awkward car ride back to Beacon Hills, Stiles tries to hide his growing attraction from Derek’s keen senses unsuccessfully.
Bean Howlin' For You by MadMim
Stiles is an omega who has been crushing on his boss, Derek, for the last year. When Derek approaches him asking for his help to be his fake boyfriend as a buffer during dinner with his parents Stiles can't find the words to refuse. It makes Stiles realize how intense his feelings for the Alpha are; a realization that leads to unforeseen consequences. Luckily he isn't alone in his attraction and when his heat hits him unexpectedly he doesn't have to suffer through it alone.
To Change the Prophecy by @pinkpeachteay (pinkpeachtea on AO3)
Summary:
"It's just such a blessing," Margaret agreed to something Maddie must've said - something that Buck missed. "At first we thought we'd never become grandparents and now at least one of our children is giving us not just one but two!"
Buck froze in his seat.
The rest of the table did too.
Everyone but Margaret and Phillip Buckley.
Buck didn't even notice the stronger hold on his hand before Eddie spoke up, almost snapping, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
———
Or, Buck and Eddie fake date over the holidays when Buck's parents come to town.
Phil needs a boyfriend for a family gathering.
Not a real one. Just someone to stop the questions, silence the hopeful glances and prove, once and for all, that he’s doing just fine.
Dan agrees. Far too easily.
Or: What’s supposed to be a simple weekend of pretending quickly turns into shared beds, knowing looks, and the uncomfortable realization that playing a role feels a little too natural.
Or: Phil asks the hot paramedic he met after a very unfortunate glue-eating incident to be his fake boyfriend.
Tags: Light smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Vague Historical References, Offscreen Sexism and Sex Work, Bedroom Confession
Notes:
Reader has breasts, long hair, and wears a night dress. I do refer to them as a woman. That is the extent of their description.
I play DBD. I want to bounce on Caleb Quinn. I like this Bedroom Confession trope. So, here you go! I'm working on a Part 2 which has more smut
Summary:
It is rare for a woman to work behind the bar. Rarer still, for that woman to work with drinks alone. Caleb Quinn takes a liking to you, when the Hellshire gang passes through, and he makes a point of returning. Given his reputation, The Deathslinger's presence keeps the worst of your customers at bay. When he offers to give you the protection of a husband, without any of the expectations, you agree. Unfortunately, it isn't long before you want more.
Story:
The air inside your room is stale and damp, heavy with the rising tide of August. Even in your lightest shift, the heat is nearly unbearable, stifling as it sticks to your once clean skin. In a desperate bid for fresh air, you throw open your bedroom window.
Downstairs, the men are still awake, gambling and drinking in earnest.
It is rare for a woman to work behind the bar. Rarer still, for that woman to work with drinks alone. Your guard is a weapon, and you wield it well, both for yourself and the working girls around you. Not every man is pleased when you refuse them. This is the one place you can truly rest, sitting by your window.
There is a reason you entered this arrangement, after all.
Still, the sounds of the saloon are soothing, in the face of your exhaustion. Music drifts toward you, on the evening breeze, carried up with the sound of laughter. You might have missed the knock on your door, if you weren’t already expecting it, but Hellshire is in town. You served them whiskey yourself. Where else would Caleb be, if not here?
With a deep breath, you open the door. He’s dressed down, clearly having made use of the bath, carrying his coat and hat. In fact, Caleb Quinn would be the picture of exhaustion, were it not for the weapon at his side.
Looking at him now, you can guess how this night will go. You’ll tease him for ducking through the door, too tall to even stand in your room. He’ll smile, rest on the bed beside you, and tell a simple version of his travels while you braid your hair. No matter how far his reputation extends, Caleb still worries about your sensibilities. His infamous gun will lean against the wall, propped within reach, but you’ll both ignore the bloodstains.
And then, because the devil has his hooks in you, you’ll fall asleep beside Caleb. You’ll start as strangers, only to greet the morning curled together, quilt cast aside in favor of the warm summer air. You know the heady feeling of him, warm and electric, as your gown rides far higher than decency should allow. More than once, you’ve woken to the sensation of his arm around you, his injured leg thrown over your hip.
Yet nothing will come of it. You know what he does. He’s not a good man, or even a young one. But it aches, to wake up with the weight of him around you, and know he isn’t really yours. You hate the unspoken distance between you, but it is nothing compared to the emptiness of weeks without him, the way your heart splinters when he leaves in the morning. In the eyes of the law, and god above, you are married. You only wish your husband could see you that way.
As your mind wanders, skittering over thoughts of warm hands and soft sheets, Caleb shuts the door behind him. Leaving the gun in its usual place, he turns to sit on the bed, long legs stretched to either side of you. Though you’re grateful for the privacy, your room is admittedly small. This is not the first time you’ve sat here, trapped between Caleb and the window. It's the only way he can see you without leaning, tall as the man is.
So you open your mouth to say something, anything, to distract yourself from this hell of your own making. But instead, your words die quietly in your throat, as the man reaches for your face. For a moment you freeze, mind blank but for the sound of your beating heart. His thumb brushes your cheek, right hand cradling your head, and it’s already enough to shatter your heart.
Caleb just laughs, a deep rasping sound that melts your very core. Whatever your face is doing, it must be ridiculous, caught off guard by the touch. Eyes sharp, he lets his hand slide down your arm, circling long fingers around your wrist. This isn’t part of the routine.
“Boys knocked some sense into me, on the road. Said I’m the only one who can’t see it” he whispers, tugging you closer, the distance between you finally slipping away. The metal brace of his leg presses lines into your thigh, separated by nothing more than cotton. Tilting his head up to meet your eyes, his other hand running down your back, Caleb smiles openly. “Do you love me, darlin?”
You find yourself suddenly afraid, shivering in his arms, the summer heat long forgotten. This is not what you expected, but it is everything you want. You know how long you’ve carried this love. This hunger, this adoration that took hold beneath your ribcage, sunk its teeth into your bones. You want, more than anything, to push closer. “Yes” is the only answer you can give, eyes wide and pulse racing.
You’ve always loved the way Caleb’s smile lights up his eyes. They’re shining now, the happiness bleeding through, even as he takes your breath away. It's a soft thing, lifting the weight of time and vengeance from his face.
“You know what I do. You deserve better than what you got, with me. But i’m a selfish bastard- If you’re fool enough to want me, I’m yours”
Part of you wants to laugh, even scold Caleb for insulting himself like that. But before you can do more than grin, the moment breaks, both of you startled by a loud and strikingly fake moan. The only downside to having your bed here, is the fact that you can hear some of the working girls. When a client lacks skill, your neighbor Clara enjoys making ridiculous noises, much to the delight of her fellow prostitutes.
Shocked, you look at each other for a moment, before another moan splits you into laughter. This one must be dull, if her theatrics are to be believed. But you let out a gasp of your own, focus drawn back to the rather pleasing man in front of you, as Caleb kisses the first thing within reach. You can feel his tongue lathe over your nipple, pressing your thin nightdress against your skin, as he sucks and teases. Winding your fingers into his hair, you pull at the white strands, earning a soft groan. It’s a sound you hope to hear more often.
Frankly, you hope Clara’s client can hear it too.
Caleb moves away too quickly, looking up at you as one hand slips under the edge of your dress, curling possessively around your waist. Leaning his face into the palm of your hand, he shoots you a wicked look, gesturing vaguely at the wall. You both smile as Clara makes another comical sound. “I might be out of practice” Caleb hums “but I can do better than that”
Summary: He could've said they were cousins, siblings, could've said Daniel was her husband, but the words that came out of his mouth had actually been "Sam and I are married, actually," and not, "we're her family."
Notes: 6000 words. Pretend relationship. Set mid season 4. Was labelled boot meet mouth in my docs.
