Fiction Recs

Peter/Stiles
8,077 words

The Hales are floundering and losing control of their territory without an emissary, but no self-respecting magic-user will come help such a small pack. Peter's solution? Kidnap a student from the magic school. (I hope you see where I'm going with this...)

Derek/Stiles
434,625 words

“I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”

That was a bad word. Not found.

Have.

Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.

One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

Peter/Stiles
5,656 words

When Stiles' jeep breaks down outside a biker bar, he doesn't expect anything good to come of it, not with the week he's having. And not when the guy running it goes by the nickname Big Bad.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
25,323 words

Peter and Chris are on the run when they stumble across Stiles' home in the woods.

Deucalion/Stiles
37,502 words

The annual pack convention is a hell of an opportunity—it’s the chance to have wild, no-strings-attached sex with a willing werewolf partner under the guise of providing 'hospitality' for the entire week of the Inter-pack Convention, and this year it’s Beacon Hills’ turn to host. And Stiles is finally twenty one, old enough to offer himself. He’s planned for this, deliberately stayed single all this time so he qualifies (because Weres are weirdly possessive and insist on virgin ass—apparently, just like with olive oil, it’s superior. Whatever.)

Stiles isn't sure what it says about him that he goes weak at the knees at the thought of a werewolf holding him down and having his way with him, or why he gets stupidly turned on at a throaty growl or a peek of fang, and to be honest he doesn't really care. All he knows is that it pushes all his buttons, and he’ll never have a chance like this again.

Now he just has to get himself selected.

Derek/Stiles
156,742 words

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

Peter/Stiles
14,368 words

Stiles walks into the bathroom and Derek sighs loudly. The tiles, which are pink and clash horribly with the brown spotted floor, are mostly cracked or missing. Stiles obviously tried to fix it with more peel and stick tiles, which are also falling off.

"As you can see...Yeah, you can see it," Stiles says with a self-deprecating laugh. "It's bad, I know. Pinterest made it seem a lot easier."

Pinterest, the bane of Peter and Derek's existences. They could do an entire season on Pinterest fails alone.

Or

Single dad Stiles goes on HGTV's hit show Hale of a Design, a show where Peter and Derek help homeowners with their do-it-yourself disasters.

Derek/Stiles
8,164 words

Derek reads the message twice just to be sure that he isn’t dreaming.

Help, it reads, accidntly kidnpd somr dudew

He takes a moment to compose his reply. What the hell Laura?

Or the one where Laura wakes him up in the middle of the night because she's kidnapped some random guy from the club and it turns out he's Derek's mate.

Peter/Stiles
46,327 words

There’s not much reason to talk. Sometimes, if he’s quiet enough he thinks his dad forgets him. If he’s quiet enough, and he hopes, Dad will walk right by. Those are good days.

-

Peter finds Stiles in the woods.

Derek/Stiles
577,212 words

Stiles can’t help but notice that his window is ajar.

Peter/Stiles
6,401 words

Stiles is holding a bag of gourmet bird seed with a mild pink crawling up his jawline and his feet shifting on the porch wood.

“You were telling me about the bird feeders in your backyard, and I thought, you know, I never brought over baking or something. Scott’s mom said we were supposed to bring something around to the neighbors but everyone else around here…” Stiles’ face pulls down and he shrugs one shoulder.

“Keeps to themselves?” Peter suggests with a smirk, as if he hadn’t spent his years on this block ignoring every other neighbor he’s had.

Peter/Stiles, Chris/Stiles, Deucalion/Stiles
55,598+ words

Stiles Stilinski was making his dreams come true. It didn't matter that he was years behind the curve, that he found his calling too late for proper apprenticeship, or that his skills were inconsistent at best; he was a full fledged Druid, officially approved and everything. He even had an assignment, direct from the Council themselves, straight out of the gate!
If that meant shacking up with three of the most gorgeous and damaged werewolves currently alive, well... he could think of worse things. At least here he was doing some good, and the fringe benefits weren't too bad either.

Peter/Stiles
62,719 words

At that moment, something moved across the yard. His heart kicked up, fear making him flail and latch back onto the fence. He sucked in a deep breath and repeated to himself, don't freak out, don't freak out. It's just a shadow. It isn't a murderer or house owner looking to kill you. Just turn and look and you'll see it's nothing but a trick of the eye.

Stiles turned his head ever so slightly more to the side, ignoring how Scott held up his hand to show the splinter wedged in his palm. His eyes cast back to the shadow, and yep, his first instinct was correct. There was definitely someone in the fucking yard with them.

-

Or, the one where Stiles dives head first into a supernatural shit storm and drags everyone he knows down with him. And he takes up with Peter Hale of all people.

Peter/Stiles
6,573 words

Peter Hale is a petty, petty man.

Derek/Stiles
63,206 words

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

Derek/Stiles
89,402 words

“Okay.” Stiles glanced at his phone, wincing at the battery being close to ten percent. It was probably time to call Scott. Turning off the flashlight, mostly to save battery and kind of freaking out over how dark it was—though the half-moon reflecting off the snow helped a bit—he opened his contacts with shaking hands and scrolled through to Scott’s name. Once he hit it, he put the phone to his ear, looking around, and froze.

The phone rang in his ear, but his eyes were locked on something big and moving through the trees.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

If that was a fucking bear, Stiles was fucked!

The line kept ringing and ringing, but Scott didn’t answer. Eventually his voicemail picked up and Stiles very slowly lowered the phone and hung up without looking, eyes still on the dark shape in the trees. He glanced down for only a second to turn on the flashlight function again, then lifted it ever so slowly upwards, and felt his breath freeze in his lungs.

It was a wolf.

It was a motherfucking wolf.

Derek/Stiles
15,980 words

“Stiles, I’m serious, I need a favor.”

“That sounds like a trap,” Stiles Stilinski muttered sleepily into both his pillows. “You know,” he continued when the man in his room made no move to leave, “you’d think I’d be used to this. My dad, coming into my room, smacking my ass to get me out of bed, waking me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“It’s almost one.”

“—waking me up at the ass crack of one,” Stiles continued without missing a beat, “and asking for a favour. Given my life growing up with you, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. I think the reason this hits so hard now is that I specifically bought my own apartment so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“Stiles, it’s almost one.”

“—so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of one.”

Derek/Stiles
155,407 words

He needed an actual hobby outside of work where he would interact with actual people who did not live with him or talk to him through the internet or his phone.

Like yoga? His stupid mind supplied in an annoyingly accurate imitation of Scott’s voice.

Stiles sighed.

Like yoga.

“Fuck.”

Peter/Stiles
56,524 words

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves. It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Peter/Stiles
49,769 words

Detective Stiles Stilinski doesn't know what he's in for when he meets Peter Hale at a nightclub, other than a great roll in the hay. He didn't sign up for all this family drama, but he's here for it and he might just get everything he's ever wanted out if it.

Peter/Stiles
18,595 words

Someone’s actually replied.
Fuck.

I’ll give you what you need, pretty boy. And you can call me Sir.

The hairs on the back of Stiles’s neck prickle at that, and his dick throbs. He clicks on the profile and the picture that pops up is UN-FUCKING-FAIR. Jesus Christ on a bicycle, nobody should look like that. The man’s staring into the camera, a smile that’s almost a sneer on his face. And what a face it is. Intense blue eyes, cheekbones like cut glass, and a strong jawline covered in the perfect amount of stubble. His neck, what Stiles can see of it, is thickly muscled, and Stiles can see the beginnings of a tattoo that travels down. There’s the tiniest scattering of grey at his temples, and Stiles breathes out, “Oh yes, Sir,” as he drinks in the details on the profile.

Derek/Stiles
58,339 words

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.

Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.

He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.

“I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

Peter/Stiles
2,940 words

Feeling lonely and alienated at a college across the country, Stiles decides to explore his ever-developing sexuality at the closest gay bar.

He just wasn't expecting quite so many bikers. Or such good food. Or Peter Hale.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
65,105 words

"It’s funny. It is. It’s abso-fucking-lutely hilarious because this is the seventh time in a calendar year that Stiles has been on the run from a bloodthirsty monster and the thing that still trips him up—quite literally—is that he still hasn’t gotten any better at running through the woods."

An AU where everything he loves gets buried in the dirt, so Stiles rips apart the space-time continuum.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
70,893 words

In order to make their relationship legitimate in the eye of wider society, alphas Chris Argent and Peter Hale have to claim an omega. Stiles Stilinski, who should be the solution to their problems, instead turns out to be the first piece in a puzzle that some elements in society would prefer remain unsolved.

Derek/Stiles
163,779 words

“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!”

Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’

“Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind.

“Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!

Peter/Stiles
10,799 words

It's courting season, and for Omega Stiles, that means he has a month to choose who he's going to spend his heat with. He didn't think he'd have many suitors to choose from, but apparently he was wrong.

It's a good thing he has Derek's uncle Peter to guide him.

Deucalion/Peter/Stiles
22,318 words

Stiles' day starts with a no-show barista, and a few too many fancy drink requests. Two werewolves swoop in to take it in a completely different direction.

He's always had a thing for British accents.

Derek/Stiles
196,137 words

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

Peter/Stiles
7,104 words

A run in with a rusalka leaves Detective Stiles Stilinski with a crippling fear of the water. And help comes from an unexpected quarter.

Or, that time Stiles hates Peter Hale, right up until he doesn't.

Derek/Stiles
58,286 words

“Derek,” Stiles thunders. “Were you ever going to tell me your house is trying to hook us up?”

Derek's head snaps up, eyes wide and scenting the evident crackle of magic in the air.

Or the one where spark!Stiles moves into an enchanted apartment block owned by a grumpy alpha and is completely oblivious to the building's efforts to matchmake them.

Derek/Stiles
83,017 words

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

Chris/Peter/Stiles
22,970 words

Witness protection was a fickle thing, and a tight network. He couldn’t reach out to his dad, or to Scott and his wife Kira, or to Lydia or Jackson or Danny. He was completely alone, in a new state, with a new name, date of birth and backstory.
Gone was Stiles Stilinski, 24 from Beacon Hills, California. Son of the Sheriff Noah Stilinski, best friend of Scott McCall, former lacrosse benchwarmer.
Hello Ellis Kit, 23, from Kensington, Minnesota, quiet kid of a small time farmer.

_____

After Stiles witnesses the brutal murder of a man by his Ex Boyfriend, Theo Raeken, he’s put into witness protection half way across the country, away from all he’s ever known. He gains a job as a ranch-hand under hot as hell co-owners Peter Hale and Chris Argent, a temporary safe haven known for taking in strays.
Happily, he finds himself gaining a family, but quickly realises he could lose so much more.

Peter/Stiles
2,592 words

Stiles looks sixteen on his good days and twenty on the worse ones - lowered eyes and pinched features, missing the sea like a limb, or a lover, and he has to remind himself his lover is here. Standing beside him on two legs.

Or, the one where Stiles is a Selkie and Peter has his skin.

Peter/Stiles
4,733 words + sequels

Peter was suspicious.

Just generally, as a person. He always assumed his fellow man had impure motives until they proved otherwise, and then he still kept an eye out.

But at this particular moment, he was specifically suspicious of Derek’s new girlfriend.

He's not the only one.

Derek/Stiles
32,827 words

Stiles recognizes that there are a number of reasons why this is a bad idea.

or

The one where Stiles manages to somehow imply that he might be dating his exceedingly hot TA for freshman lit, and ends up inviting him home for the holidays (along with his two crazy sisters) and really hopes that Lydia doesn't find out he was lying and kill him before maybe he can make it so he's not lying after all...

Chris/Peter/Stiles
12,451 words

For years Chris has ignored the fact that his best friend’s boyfriend is exactly his type. He’s not planning to stop now.

Stiles and Peter have a completely different plan.

Derek/Stiles
12,654 words

Deputy Derek Hale has recently become an alpha, and that changes things for him. Now that he's back after a leave of absence, he's hoping to get what he and Stiles had almost-started back on track. The thing is, it seems Stiles is going through some changes of his own and Derek's not sure how he fits.

Derek/Stiles
3,641 words

Stiles doesn't have much luck finding Mr. Right, and Derek the bartender hears all about it. (Sort of movie-fusion AU.)

Peter/Stiles
6,034 words

Stiles is four and scared of the dark. There are things in the shadows of his room, whispering to him, showing him terrible, violent things.

There's something in the basement, too. He can feel it while he's sitting on the old, worn sofa, its presence curling around the edges of the room. He thinks he can see something sometimes, a mass shimmering in the corner, but he always looks away. He doesn't want to know.

Or

Peter is a demon that lives in the Stilinskis' basement.

Peter/Stiles
27,302 words

There is an ironic balance to the situation that strikes Peter as especially humorous. Typically, Peter is not bitten by humans.

Typically, werewolves are the ones who do the biting.

But, here in the forest ringing the Hale House, there is certainly a feral human boy and he has certainly bitten Peter.

It’s partly Peter’s fault. Maybe thirty percent. He had stuck his hand within biting distance.

Derek/Stiles
2,631 words

Stiles scrolls up on his text message history and sure enough finds "I'm OK, don't worry, I'm going back to the hotel room" with a timestamp of 1:30AM and "I think I'm in love I think he's a werewolf" at 3:00AM.

Stiles stares at his phone for a while in horror.

Scott: HEY LYDIA WANTS TO KNOW WHY YOU CHANGED YR FACEBOOK STATUS TO MARRIED

Well, so would Stiles.

Peter/Stiles
17,893 words

Peters neighbor is afraid of needles, and Peter thinks he's just cute enough to terrorize. It sounds darker than it is.

“What is that boy doing?” Peter looked up from his art and glanced at the window. His pretty, pale, neighbor was attempting to cross the street. He wasn't having much luck with his hands covering his eyes. He'd gotten himself stuck in the middle of the road, with cars passing by on either side. Still, he refused to drop his hands.

Peter/Stiles
4,196 words

How Stiles saved the pack, one stitch at a time, without actually noticing.

Deucalion/Stiles
6,648 words

When Scott did something that Stiles couldn't just forgive and forget, Stiles decides to leave the McCall Pack and make his own way in the world.

After all, he is a Spark. He can do anything. He just needs to believe.

Peter/Stiles
15,013+ words

“Please accept this token of courtship.” Stiles startled backwards when a box was shoved in front of his face. He turned to glare at the werewolf standing next to their table. The man was good looking, well-dressed, and around Stiles’s age. Not a bad start for someone expressing interest in him. But, the blatant rudeness was a major turnoff.

He glanced at the box. Slim and wrapped with a simple ribbon. It was probably something from one of the mall jewelry stores. He would wager money on some kind of fancy watch. Hopefully the dude kept his receipt. “Thank you, but I decline your offer.” Stiles turned his attention back to Danny. “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

Derek/Stiles
285,568 words

“Talia was just telling me an interesting story,” his dad informed him. Stiles didn’t have the nerve to glance over at him, because he knew no matter how much he argued, the proof was all there. The wolves had found him, Parrish had picked him up on the side of the road, he had a fucking picture on his phone. He was screwed. No point in arguing, all it’d do is piss his father off even more.

“You don’t say,” Stiles offered slowly. “What uh—you know, I like stories. Is it a uh, good one?”

“It seems to be a matter of opinion,” Talia said with another kind smile. “I hear you had quite the night last night.”

Okay, time to cut his losses. He was already fucked, all he could do was apologize and hope she didn’t press for him to get fined and arrested. Given he was her husband’s friend’s son, he had high hopes.

“I’m really sorry,” Stiles blurted out. “It was stupid and-and irresponsible and just—I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed into your territory. I should’ve known better, I do know better! It was a complete lapse in judgement and I am just—I am so sorry.”

Derek/Stiles
10,758 words

Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he's been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It's gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn't wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them.

When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing.

Derek/Stiles
10,669 words

“Anyway, with this dinner and the whole plus one thing, everyone’s expecting to meet my boyfriend so I need you to come out for a weekend and pretend we’re dating.”

Derek didn’t hesitate in his response. “No.”

“No?” Stiles sputtered.

“No,” he repeated, enunciating clearly and taking a bite of his burger.

“Come on, Derek!” Stiles exclaimed loudly, throwing both hands in the air. “I need your help!”

Derek/Stiles
11,573 words

“You did a favour for a stranger?” the sheriff asked, surprised. “You won’t even do a favour for me.”

“Your favours involve chocolate and salty snacks, damn straight I won’t do you any favours,” Stiles insisted, pointing an accusatory finger at his dad while leaning back against the counter, taking another large sip of coffee. “Some guy lost his phone and was calling it hoping someone would answer. That someone was me. He said he’d had some drinks and couldn’t come grab it right then, so we agreed to meet at the station this morning. I didn’t realize ‘this morning’ meant the ass crack of dawn.”

“It’s not the ass crack of dawn, that was at five thirty-seven, according to the weather app on my phone.”

Stiles let out a sarcastic laugh and flipped his dad off. The sheriff gave him a look, but he didn’t reprimand him, clearly able to tell Stiles was miserable.

Derek/Stiles
28,181 words

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.

(Or: the Pracitical Magic AU nobody asked for.)

Derek/Stiles
6,718 words

“Why do bad guys always have to pick the creepiest places to enact their evil plots?” Lydia murmurs.
“It’s a part of their whole aesthetic,” Stiles answers. “How else will everyone know that they’re the bad guys?”

The AU where Teen Wolf's Scooby Gang is actually the Scooby Gang™.

Peter/Stiles
36,946 words

"You can't be a werewolf and a witch!" Stiles says.

"Why not?" Peter asks. He looks entirely too amused.

"They're conflicting magics!" Stiles says. "It's impossible!"

"And yet, here we are," Peter says.

And...well, yeah. In the face of overwhelming evidence, Stiles' worldview is going to have to shift a bit. Werewolves can do magic, okay. Stiles also can do magic. Slightly more mind-boggling, but okay, he did levitate a cat after all. Said cat then led him through the woods to a magic werewolf's house. God.

Or

Based on Mysenia's prompt where Stiles' familiar tries to find creative ways to introduce him to his magic.

Derek/Stiles
73,529 words

When Stiles is bitten by a werefox, his problems have only just begun. An old enemy returns, and new ones appear. It’s Beacon Hills, after all.

Derek/Stiles
34,538 words

"Are you a cop?" the man asked hesitantly.

“Uh, no. I just work reception,” Stiles said, tugging nervously at his hoodie. There was something about this man that made his anxiety start to build. Normally Stiles was great at charming the people who walk into the station, even calming down the angry moms. “We’ve been understaffed for years so I help out where I can. You needed something?”

“I need to file a missing person’s report.”