Always at Night – TriDom
Chris/Peter/Stiles
Mixed media
During the day, Chris could leave his phone at home. It's almost always silent. Allison is dead. Isaac is in France. He doesn't talk to his family. But at night, he can count on texts from the sheriff's son or Peter Hale. For very different reasons.
depression/mental illness, epistolary, kink: daddy, PTSD
Growing Up, Growing Strong – cywscross
Peter/Stiles
9,947 words
Stiles is adopted by the Hales.
canon divergence, character death, depression/mental illness, mute character, PTSD
I Ran (So Far) – thepsychicclam
Derek/Stiles
33,794 words
“But, you don’t run,” Derek pointed out, confused.
“People can get new hobbies,” Stiles snapped. “Geez, if I’d known it was going to be this big of a deal, I’d have called you first. Want me to give you my workout schedule? That way you can coordinate your nose accordingly?”
In which Stiles' summer starts off so badly he starts running, gets pelted by paint balls, and decides he is, in fact, going crazy if he willingly wants to hang out with Derek Hale.
first time, hurt/comfort, kink: comeplay, PTSD, slow burn, texting
It’s Happening – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
61,370 words
Derek stopped listening to him, brain going a mile a minute.
Derek, it’s fucking happening!
Derek, please!
He would recognize that fucking voice anywhere.
Two years. Two fucking years had passed, and now this little shit was standing in front of him, speaking his name, and grinning like an idiot.
“It’s you,” Derek said, earning him a confused look from Stiles. “The phone call. Two years ago. It was you.”
au: college, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, mystery, only one bed, PTSD, roommates, slow burn, time travel
Just Act Normal – zosofi
Derek/Stiles
78,677 words
If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right.
Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.
au: actors, future fic, hometown reunion, hurt/comfort, PTSD
Not a Spark, But a Burn – candyvan
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.
canon divergence, hurt/comfort, PTSD, time travel
Sanctuary – DiscontentedWinter
Peter/Stiles
56,524 words
The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves. It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.
alternate universe, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, PTSD
And You Say You’re Alone – taelynhawker
Derek/Stiles
30,314 words
Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between him and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.
found family, hurt/comfort, injury recovery, panic attacks, PTSD
Crazy, Stupid, Love – toraten
Derek/Stiles
13,717 words
After Stiles gets possessed and de-possessed, he falls into a depression. It's a time in his life he's not proud of. He's unable to help his friends who seem to have no problem getting on with their lives and battling all evil that threatens Beacon Hills, with a smile on their faces. , He's unable to do all the big things with his life he was expected to do.
He knows there need to be some changes once he gets off of his anti-depressants: the sheriff and Derek think it would do him good to start working out, and since Stiles doesn't really have a good reason not to, he agrees.
In which Derek is a terrible life coach, but at the same time he's exactly what Stiles needs.
anxiety, depression/mental illness, panic attacks, PTSD, slow burn
If You’re Going Through Hell (Keep Going) – orphan_account
Derek/Stiles
48,554 words
Stiles thought everything leading up to Allison’s death was hell, but he was wrong. Spending senior year dealing with the pack’s dismissal of him while secretly training to be Deaton’s replacement was hell. Feeling guilty and hating himself for what the Nogitsune did was hell. Being in love with someone who would never love him back was hell. Well, if you’re going through hell, keep going.
found family, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, PTSD, slow burn
It Was a Wednesday – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
80,129 words
“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”
Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.
Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.
“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.
“Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”
anxiety, feral character, hurt/comfort, injury recovery, kidnapping, PTSD, tw: drinking, tw: emotional/psychological abuse, tw: lack of rights/slavery, tw: torture
Kismet – cywscross
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.
canon divergence, PTSD, tw: suicidal thoughts/reference
Walking Through the Dark – HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan)
Peter/Stiles
19,939 words
Stiles glared at him, feeling his face heat when he remembered the last time they’d met. He dragged his hand through his messy hair. “Feel free to take a diversion away from my house next time if you want to avoid trouble,” he snapped, voice rough from sleep.
Peter gave a little laugh. “Oh, Stiles, I find the kind of trouble you invite quite diverting.”
hurt/comfort, PTSD
when i dreamt of dying i never dreamt of you – anoTherloNelyheaRT
Peter/Stiles
2,266 words
The first night after they kill the nogitsune Stiles falls into bed and sleeps like the dead for fourteen hours. It is the first time in two months he gets a full night of an uninterrupted sleep and when he wakes up he’s so relieved he could cry.
The night after that he doesn’t sleep at all.
hurt/comfort, PTSD
When the Wolf Bites – forestofbabel
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.”
alternate universe, panic attacks, PTSD
Would You Forgive Me If I Called You Hope, Peter Hale? (Hope, By Any Other Name) – Whispering_Sumire
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.]
baking, canon divergence, depression/mental illness, everybody lives, found family, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, PTSD
