Fiction Recs

Derek/Stiles
20,934 words

All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It's all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
111,290 words

Stiles had heard the stories. Everybody had. Soulmates were a gift. They were the perfect match for you. To separate them was a fate worse than death. When Stiles' mother died, his father had a hard time coping. Stiles hated it. He hated the stories. He hated how obsessed people were. So he came up with a plan.
Of course, that is when Peter says the words that were branded on him. Then, not too long later a hunter says another line which is hidden elsewhere on Stiles' body.

Derek/Stiles
4,103 words

Or, five times Stiles and Danny’s colleagues had no idea what was going on. And one time they did.

Peter/Stiles
9,534 words

Prompted by @ssree: Deaton refuses to teach Stiles anything useful about magic, so Stiles does research om his own and stumbles on a forum/SoMe site for supernaturals. Maybe he finds friends and/or peole willing to teach him the basics. And then things go south in BH.

Peter/Stiles
19,104+ words (unfinished)

Stiles never asked to be haunted. But then, he supposes, not many people do.

Alternatively, the one in which Stiles and Laura become besties (kind of), and Laura much prefers goading Stiles on than being Alpha herself. Not that she can be even if she wants the position, so it’s a good thing she doesn’t.

Peter/Stiles
9,947 words

Stiles is adopted by the Hales.

Derek/Stiles
33,522 words

One of these days Stiles was going to learn that having a death wish was a bad thing.

=OR=

Five times Stiles got into an argument on Derek's behalf, and the one time he didn't have to.

Derek/Stiles
71,466 words

Stiles learns that even with werewolves, giant lizards and psychopathic hunters on the loose, life can still find other ways to screw with you. Case in point: everyone keeps assuming he and Derek are a couple. What the hell?

Derek/Stiles
82,279 words

There's a relentless dark shape tearing through the pack and that's only the half of it. Stiles just wants to sleep and stop being haunted by the faces of his night-time tormentors. His dad thinks he's suffering from post-traumatic stress, Scott thinks he's suffering the after-effects of the ritual; Stiles thinks they're both reasonable theories, except for the part where Derek Hale is the only thing that can take his nightmares away and it seems that fact is no coincidence.

Derek/Stiles
14,134 words

Of all the things to finally bite him, a vampire is truly at the bottom of Stiles’ list.

Derek/Stiles
30,765 words

Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.

or

Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...

Gen
86,381 words

Stiles was supposed to be exorcising a demon, okay? He does not have time for being pinned to the wall by Laura freaking Hale.

or that fic where Stiles is sent back in time and decides to be a meddler.

Derek/Stiles
56,071 words

Being bitten had never been on his to-do list, but he could deal with that. Helping Derek Hale become a competent Alpha, though, that was so not in his job description.

Peter/Stiles
18,382 words

When the Hales are trapped in a house fire, Peter prays to every deity he's ever read about. Miraculously, one answers his call.

Derek/Stiles
25,419 words

Stiles becomes a Host for a dragon symbiote under difficult circumstances, then has to learn to live with her in his head. Meanwhile, there's a secret society after him at the same time the Alpha pack threatens everyone in town.

Derek/Stiles
35,197 words

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

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

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



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

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

Peter/Stiles
16,456 words

Everyone knows the Hale’s take in strays—maybe it's in the hope that one day they’ll be willing to take the bite, or maybe it's just that they're pack creatures that take one look at a human without a family and immediately have to adopt them. Stiles isn’t sure which it is. Maybe it’s both.

He just never thought he'd be one of those strays.

Derek/Stiles
24,028 words

"Yo," Scott said, eyes wide. "Was that Derek in your room?"

Stiles groaned and smacked his forehead, mostly because Scott was too far away to smack and he didn't really need a broken hand from punching the wall on top of everything.

"Wait," Scott said, his face impossibly close to the webcam. "Is Derek your soul mate?!"

Peter/Stiles
72,522 words

Stiles gets a job as a hospital orderly and finds himself becoming strangely attached to the catatonic man on the long-term care ward, and finds out that there's a lot more to Peter Hale than there seems...

Peter/Stiles
19,825+ words

Five times Stiles saved the Hales + One time Peter saved him back

Derek/Stiles
81,648+ words

Stiles Stilinski is good at a lot of things. He's a good friend, he's a good researcher, and he's actually getting pretty good at not dying. But there are consequences to running with wolves. Stiles still finds himself with adrenaline pumping through his system and his sleep filled with nightmares, even on his off days. Maybe if he just keeps ignoring it, all his problems will go away. But when does that ever work out for him?

Peter/Stiles
5,604 words

Stiles knows three things to be true: Deucalion needs to die, he can’t do it himself, and Peter can’t be Alpha again. But if Peter were to die alongside Deucalion? That’s the best possible outcome for this shitty situation that Scott forced him into.

So instead of another insult, he says, “You know what? Fuck it. Help me kill Deucalion, and you can have his Alpha Spark.”

Peter gives Stiles a calculating look, and Stiles is sure that Peter knows he plans to double-cross him. Even still, a slow smile spreads across the man’s face.

“Deal.”

Peter/Stiles
43,667 words

“Well, well, well,” drawls a familiar voice that Stiles hadn’t even considered he might ever hear again. “The token pack human, left all alone?”

Peter/Stiles
21,261 words

Derek has been one of Stiles' best friends for years, almost as long as Scott. They've been friends through Stiles' mom's death, and through Derek's ex trying to burn the Hales' house down. So Stiles only feels slightly badly for ogling Derek's hot uncle. He's covered in tattoos and easily the most attractive man Stiles has ever seen.

"Hello, Stiles," Peter says, his voice like silk.

"Peter?" Stiles stammers. "You're back."

"Astute as ever," Peter says.

"Oh, fuck off," Stiles says. Peter just laughs.

Or

The one where Peter is a tattoo artist and an alpha without a pack, and Stiles is college student and best friends with Derek. When Peter moves back from New York, there's immediately something between them.

Peter/Stiles
316,038+ words

What if Stiles had accepted Peter's offer to bite him, after all? What if there'd been actual negotiations? How would that impact the story?

Derek/Stiles
20,571 words

Five times Derek gave Stiles his jacket and one time Stiles stole that shit.

Plus cults.

Peter/Stiles
11,441 words

The fire destroys every last reason Peter has to continue living. Stiles gives him a new one.

Derek/Stiles
5,984 words

Sheriff Stilinski has finally figured out the cause of the rift between them: his son's gay, and he's effectively cut that line of communication. Being the good father that he is, he tries to make sure Stiles knows that he can tell him anything, especially about Derek Hale. Their wires seem to have gotten crossed somewhere.

Peter/Stiles
12,891 words

Five times Stiles’ baking changed the course of history in Beacon Hills (and one time somebody stepped up for him). Or, Stiles Stilinski: Baking is Magic!

Derek/Stiles
20,933 words

Rule one of kidnapping Stiles Stilinski: he is required to be entertained.

Not that he got kidnapped a lot!

Or... not like, all the time, at any rate. His being kidnapped seemed to have increased lately, but he attributed that to being distracted more often than usual because of school. Sure, he’d had high school to contend with back in the day, but high school was less demanding than university. He always watched movies where people were out partying it up or solving crime or having huge campus-wide mass murders or whatever and all Stiles wanted to know was where they found the time.

To be fair, most of them didn’t have the Supernatural breathing down their neck, or a pack constantly coming to them for advice. Like he was the poster child of good decisions, who was dumb enough to believe that? His best friend was a Werewolf because of all his so-called ‘good decisions.’

Derek/Stiles
7,437 words

In a world where Derek lets Scott kill the Alpha and get the cure, he has to figure out how to rebuild his life, with help from Stiles.

Peter/Stiles
17,306 words

“Put Peter on the phone,” Stiles says, too sharp to be polite.

“What?” Derek sounds completely thrown. “Stiles, I don’t think— Okay, you’re obviously not understanding what’s happening here. Peter isn’t talking. He’s basically just growling at this point, and he’s rounding on anyone that gets too close. He actually bit me when I tried to take back my pillow. I nearly lost a thumb.”

“Derek.” The reality of this shitshow of a situation is finally kicking in, undeniably, and Stiles needs to hear Peter’s voice. “Just trust the omega, okay? Tell him it’s me, and give him the damn phone.”

---

"Wrangling Rut-Drunk Alpha Boyfriends 101" by Stiles Stilinski, omega and responsible adult person.

Peter/Stiles
34,252 words

When Stiles learns that his estranged father has died, he resigns himself to returning to Beacon Hills, a town he barely remembers. He's prepared to clean out his father's house and settle the estate. He's not as prepared for his father's mysterious girlfriend Talia, a series of unexplained animal attacks in the woods, and his own complicated feelings about what family means.

And he's certainly not prepared for Peter, Talia's much-too-tempting brother.

Peter/Stiles
10,275 words

They meet in the hospital, two broken souls with nothing left to lose.

It's the best thing to ever happen to either of them.

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?”

Peter/Stiles
19,676 words

It was like the door was on fire.

Stiles stood there, staring. As the realization sunk in, he slowly reached for the doorknob. He grabbed it. It burned, as if blazing hot and freezing cold at the same time. He was stuck, fascinated, and then the door clicked-

-and he was blasted with rage and grief so powerful the next thing he saw was the ceiling of his room.

Who was that?

Peter/Stiles
43,685 words

Peter never planned on going back to Beacon Hills. But when his nephew asks for help, how can he refuse? Turns out there are some interesting people in Derek's new pack...and one in particular that catches Peter's eye.

Where trouble leads, Peter will follow - or maybe it's the other way around. He can never keep it straight.

Peter/Stiles
38,398 words

Stiles is a pregnant omega with a dead mate and a baby.

Peter is a new alpha without a pack and wants to get back to Beacon Hills.

He's lucky his family is soft when it comes to mates and babies. Hopefully.

Peter/Stiles
48,116 words

“And what are you doing little one? Hmm?” Peter murmurs as he runs a careful finger along Stiles’ head. God, Stiles would purr if he could at the contact, but he’s too busy trying not to pass out. He can feel Peter taking his pain as he holds him and moves around the apartment.

He meows quietly, trying to thank Peter in some way, nuzzling into his chest a little with his head.

Safe.

He’s safe.

Derek & Stiles

Stiles bakes when he’s anxious. He bakes and he cleans and he bakes some more, and while that thing is baking he starts baking something else, and right now he’s on meat pies, so he’s browning off meat and cutting up vegetables and rolling out pie crust and it’s a good thing he lives with werewolves because otherwise they would never eat all the food he makes.

Derek/Stiles
8,437 words

Stiles shoved another bite into his mouth, glancing over at Boyd and Erica. Boyd was smiling down into his eggs benedict and Erica was grinning at Stiles.

He frowned in confusion, his chewing slowing. Tucking the food into one cheek, he asked, “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just nice. I like when the four of us come out together. Our little double dates,” she teased, stabbing her fork into a strawberry and putting it between her lips.

Stiles snorted at her comment, since this wasn’t a double date—he wished—but didn’t comment on it because he liked their outings, too. Even if he whined incessantly about it until he got there, it was always a good time.

Peter/Stiles
8,041 words

“You’re quite the clever one, aren’t you?” Peter mused, voice like honey.

“I like to think so."

“What’s your name?”

“Stiles.”

Peter smiled slowly, looking like a cat that just caught the canary. “Well hello, Stiles,” he purred, eyes flashing a bloody red.

Stiles grinned victoriously. Viciously.

The hunt was on.

Peter/Stiles
14,343 words

Stiles can't just leave Boyd and Erica chained up in a hunter's basement, and if the only person willing to listen to him when he asks for help is a formerly dead psychopath? Well, Stiles supposes he could do worse. But of course nothing in Stiles' life is ever just that simple...

Peter/Stiles
3,225+ words

In which Peter becomes a True Alpha, everyone lives, Stiles does what he (or his magic) wants, and hi-jinks ensue.

Peter/Stiles
10,099 words

Stiles has scars. He owns that, he accepts it, he's cataloged and memorized every single one, he's hyper fucking aware of them all.

//

"What do you want, Peter?" Having the more untrustworthy of the Pack getting protective weirds him the fuck out, leaves an odd fluttering in his chest, like moths, waiting perilously and suicidally to be burned.

He doesn't like it.

"You're injured," the man says, "and whatever it is, it's put you in enough pain that I nearly fainted when I-"

"- Used your werewolf mojo on me without my permission?" Stiles smirks, and Peter gives him a black look, crossing a leg over his knee and smoothing out some invisible wrinkle on his pants.

"Tell me the truth Stiles, how bad is it?"

[Or: The one where Stiles has scars, is more than a little fucked up, and Peter notices. He helps.]

Peter/Stiles
32,823 words

“For a werewolf, especially a beta whose pack has deserted him, the healing process would take months. Months of unbearable, unmitigated pain, as muscle and skin slowly knit themselves back together, because werewolves metabolize painkillers too quickly for them to be effective.”