Fiction Recs

Derek/Stiles
58,341 words

Things are different after Stiles dies. Derek's bite brought him back to life, but life doesn't seem to fit him quite right anymore. He is not a werewolf, but he's no longer human either. Filled with rage that isn't his and magic he doesn't understand, Stiles is caught between the cold void of death and the wild life of the werewolves. Part necromancer and part pack, Stiles must regain his footing in the living world, navigate the rocky emotional terrain that is Derek Hale, and prevent an ancient, corrupted spirit from stealing his second chance at life.

Peter/Stiles
31,595 words

Talia tells Peter that if he doesn't find a mate himself, she has candidates for a match.

“You’re such a drama queen, Peter. You’re my favorite brother and ideally, I’d like you to find true love, to find your true mate and raise a family and be happy forever. But at this point, you need to find someone you can tolerate to be mated with, who tolerates you and benefits the pack.”

Derek/Stiles
47,831 words

Derek met his soulmate Kate Argent when he was 15, and he's tried for years to understand why his soulmate is so cruel to him. Then he meets Stiles Stilinski, who has no soulmate mark, an extremely rare phenomenon. Stiles thinks that he's destined to be alone forever, but apparently fate has other plans...

Derek/Stiles
45,261 words

Stiles had become the most popular matchmaker of Beacon Hills in less than a year.

And he really didn’t know how that had happened.

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.

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
105,192 words

A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void.

It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great.

Derek/Stiles
93,883 words

Stiles and his father have been the only two werewolves in Beacon Hills since they moved there seven years ago. In fact, Stiles had never even met another wolf that wasn't related to him. Which would be fine except that he was a Delta - a Third, a Breeder, whose only purpose in life was to find a nice big, strong Alpha or Beta to breed them like the bitch he apparently was. But, again, given the lack of werewolves, Stiles pretty much thought he'd never have to deal with any of that.

Then one night his father gets called out to a murder scene in the Preserve and Stiles can't help but go check it out.

Derek/Stiles
83,838 words

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

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....

Derek/Stiles
68,916 words

Derek/Stiles
16,322 words

When Derek and Cora leave town, Stiles figures out pretty quickly that there’s a stupid Derek-shaped hole inside his chest, right next to that damn darkness around his heart that Deaton had warned them about. Then, Derek invites him to the Atlantic Ocean, where a certain couple of werewolves have made their new home, and Stiles slowly comes to the realization that his definitely-more-than-just-a-crush might not be completely unrequited, after all.

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.

Derek/Stiles
58,155 words

Jackson decides to teach Stiles a lesson for the interest he shows in Lydia. Stiles doesn't say anything until four months later.

Derek/Stiles
32,819 words

When Stiles comes across a rogue Alpha during his first year at Berkeley, the ensuing fight doesn't exactly go his way. He calls an unlikely ally to help him with his transition, and finds out his new pack isn't quite who he might have thought it would be.

Stiles is now left with the task of trying to figure out how his old life will fit in with his new, but that is not without its challenges.

Derek/Stiles
577,212 words

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

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.”

Peter/Stiles
11,250 words

Stiles opens his mouth a few times, but no words come out as he feels tears welling up again. He takes a deep, shaky breath, exhales slowly to calm himself enough to do this.
Peter waits, brows furrowed in worry as he watches Stiles.
“I think I’m pregnant,” he finally says, “And I don’t know what to do.”
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Or the one where Stiles is a human incubator and Peter is not the baby daddy (until he is).

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.

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
74,955 words

Stiles knew there were people out there who viewed pack selection invitations as a form of slavery, a tangible reminder that werewolves were the dominant species who got what they wanted. They were the same people who looked at the bite as a burden rather than a gift, who claimed that the invitations weren't invitations as much as they were a summons that couldn't be ignored.

Personally? Stiles couldn’t see the downside. He’d seen the members of the local pack, okay? So if the powerful and frankly gorgeous Hales ever decided they wanted to swoop in and basically adopt him, and if somewhere down the line he got supernatural powers and a partner, maybe hot like burning Derek Hale?

Sign him the fuck up.

Derek/Stiles
53,413 words

Derek Hale is the photographer for the family-run magazine 'NECKZ 'n THROATS', a periodical aimed solely at the werewolf demographic. When the model for their monthly bails out, the staff are hard-pressed to find someone else to photograph at the last minute.

Stiles Stilinski is a college student, scraping by on odd jobs to pay for his education fees. When his long-time friend Lydia finds him a one-off gig at a photo-shoot, he figures it couldn't hurt.

As contrary as their natures appear to be, Derek finds the most fascinating piece of art at the end of his lens.

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
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!”

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.

Derek/Stiles
27,954 words

Stiles appears alone at the doors of the emergency room the morning after the full moon, covered in blood with a deep slash torn across his left side. He's suffering from hypovolemic shock and barely conscious and he won't tell anyone what happened—not his hospital appointed psychiatrist, not his father. Not even his pack.

The list of suspects is disconcertedly short. There were only seven others in the woods with Stiles that night: Derek, Scott, Boyd, Erica, Isaac, Jackson and Allison. And none of them remember the night in quite the same way.

Derek/Stiles
54,170 words

Pulling open his apartment door, he let out an involuntary shout when something was quite literally thrust into his chest hard enough to have him almost tip backwards. He managed to right himself while keeping hold of what had been shoved at him and looked up in time to see his neighbour striding back towards his apartment.

“You’re going to fucking kill yourself.”

His door slammed.

Stiles blinked at the other man’s door, utterly confused, and looked down at what he was holding.

It was a plastic bag, full of what felt like tupperware, which made no sense to Stiles because when had his neighbour broken into his house to steal his tupperware?

Derek/Stiles
64,875 words

By the time he’d hit his 17th birthday, he’d sorted his life out.
It came down to this:
His name was Stiles Stilinski. He was the son of the Sheriff and his wife, deceased, and his best friend was Scott McCall, an ex-asthmatic werewolf with a nurse mother and an absent father. He was the cleverest in his class, after the strawberry blonde he had a crush on, and he had been diagnosed with ADHD at the age of seven. On full moons, he ran around and cooked for the local pack of werewolves. And he was a demon changeling.

Stiles has managed to avoid Hell and its natives for near 16 years. He's almost managed to fool himself he's human. And best friend who smells of wet dog or not, he thinks he'd got a pretty good deal with this second chance at a life, and is planning to stick with it. But, unknown to Stiles, the new king of Hell has other ideas...

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?

Derek/Stiles
113,736 words

"And then there was pain again, but this time it was in only three places—his arm, below his clavicle, and next to his heart, all on the left side. It felt like the skin was being sliced apart, ripped open, flayed off—
And suddenly it was done.
Derek looked across the room and saw the boy on the floor, looking about as bad as Derek felt."

Derek and Stiles learn that bonding is probably best done with ridiculous amounts of video games and maybe a little bit of time.

Derek/Stiles
77,138 words

"So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.

God, he dreams.

He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

Derek/Stiles
9,670 words

Stiles appreciates Derek worrying about him being overwhelmed but he really could have used a few overenthusiastic werewolves and impatient humans for his homecoming. He’s felt disconnected because of his forced isolation and would have at least liked to have had Scott on his doorstep when he got there.

Peter/Stiles
22,401 words

Stiles has been in a coma for six years. Now he's awake.

Derek/Stiles
25,935 words

Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four-inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.

As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

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.

Derek/Stiles
118,749 words

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Derek/Stiles
42,411 words

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

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.”

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
15,387 words

Stiles is a shifter, he can turn into a crow like his mother could.

And when an egg is found in the preserve, he absolutely needs to be the one who takes care of it. No matter what it turns out to be.

His instincts -- they tell him the only safe place for a nest is at Peter's.

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.

Derek/Stiles
18,492 words

Derek has bought a beautiful house. Stiles can't stay away. (In which everyone hangs out at Derek's place all the time and Stiles tries but fails not to fall for a certain socially inept alpha.)

Derek/Stiles
97,791 words

When an attack on Derek leaves Stiles as collateral damage and causes him to lose his hearing, the Pack is at a loss. With the Alpha Pack to contend with and his wayward betas barely come to heel, Derek’s already got his hands full. He doesn't have time for an injured human teenager or his sheriff father. But Stiles is pack - something Derek has known for a while - with the potential to be even more. And Derek soon finds that Stiles is more of an asset than anyone realized, even with his new limitations.

As for Stiles, he's about to find out that sometimes when you lose one thing, you gain so much more.

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.

Derek/Stiles
37,712 words

Stiles already had a history with skin magazines for werewolves. It wasn't like he was new at this, even if his modeling portfolio was completely pathetic. He was cool and collected. He was a jaded professional. He was not at all prepared for working with Derek Hale.

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
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.

Derek/Stiles
30,379 words

When Stiles Stilinski's phone gets switched at the gym, he really just wants it back. The last thing he's expecting is to fall hopelessly in lust with the guy who's got his phone.

So, of course, that's exactly what happens.

Derek/Stiles
42,720 words

Stiles runs away from his old pack on a Monday. He meets his dad for the first time on a Sunday, and he falls in love on a Thursday.