Fiction Recs

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....

Deucalion/Stiles, Peter/Stiles
25,908 words

Stiles isn't sure what he was thinking when he accepted both Peter and Deucalion's offer to take part in a courting ritual.

Deucalion/Stiles
26,515+ words (unfinished)

An alpha grieving a lost pack meets a curious raven.

An unconventional courtship, in blood, stone, and peanut butter cookies.

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
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
62,556 words

Derek thinks that the mating rituals are overly romanticized bullshit, but claiming a mate and defending them from challengers is something werewolves do, and his pack can't afford to appear weak after the fire. Especially not when Deucalion and his friends are in town for the rituals. Enter Stiles Stilinski, who offers to let Derek claim him so he won't be overrun at the ceremonies. Nothing goes as expected.

Peter/Stiles
54,096 words

All Stiles wanted to do was see his all time favorite band in person, and maybe perv on the drop-dead gorgeous singer, known only as H.
He doesn't expect H to pick him out of the crowd, and he certainly doesn't expect to be invited back to his hotel. But hey, when is he ever going to get a chance like this again? It'll be a one night stand and they'll never see each other again.
At least, that's what he thinks.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
21,384 words

Stiles needs to find an alpha ASAP. Actually, the doctors say he really needs two. Damn biology.

Chris and Peter are two alphas in hopeless, doomed love with each other.

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!

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
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.

Peter/Stiles
8,424 words

“So this is what you do when you aren’t setting people on fire.”

Okay. Creepily familiar voice in his bedroom.

God. He was too tired for this shit.

“Good to know,” Peter continued, finished with his inspection of a teenage-boy’s bedroom, then he focused on Stiles. Stiles hoped the expression on his face was the creepy discomfort of being in what amounted to a kid’s bedroom and not something stupid, like pity. He didn’t think he could handle pity right now.

In counterpoint to his wishes, Peter’s gaze travelled from his face, to his neck and landed on his torso with an intensity that suggested he could see beneath his shirt and he didn’t like what he found. “You’re hurt.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Yeah,” he bit out, squeezing his eyes closed because fuck, even that hurt. “Thanks for that, I had no idea. What are you? Sherlock?”

Peter/Stiles
3,540 words

Peter’s gaze is drawn to a long-limbed boy sitting at the end of the table, twirling a breadstick between obscenely long fingers. He has dark, haphazard hair, pale skin, and beauty marks peppering his face and neck. His head is thrown back in a laugh and the line of his throat is long and tempting. Peter wonders what that throat looks like when the boy swallows, and if he’ll make pretty noises when Peter feeds him. He imagines, just for a second, his fingers slipping between those lips, feeling them hot and wet around him.

That one, then.

Peter/Stiles
7,915 words

Stiles knows his dad's just trying to be supportive, but he can't take one more blind date. Peter helpfully offers a solution - 'date' someone for a few weeks, break up with them, and his dad will leave him in peace.
He even has the perfect candidate.