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Superheroes by riverchic1998

(30/30 I 101,035 I Mature I Sterek)

“This tells me nothing,” Stiles says. “Except that you can use Google and know how to take screenshots.”

“I consider it your resume,” Fury tells him.

Stiles freezes, because what.

Fury doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t explain, even after Stiles gestures for more. “What the hell do you mean it’s my resume? If you haven’t realized it, I’m still in college.”

He doesn’t look impressed. “You’ve been in college. You have two degrees, four separate certifications, and you’re on the fast-track for a PhD.”

“I like learning,” Stiles deadpans.

Part 6 - ?

"Hold the day" by daisyapples on AO3 - @daisyapples

Derek froze, fear and anger battling inside of him.

“Personally, I’m very protective of the things I love,” Argent continued. “But that’s something I learned from my family. And you don’t have much of that these days. Do you?”

“Wow, man.” Stiles suddenly rounded the petrol pumps and put himself between Argent and Derek. “Low blow.”

It was almost amusing to see how put out Argent was; he shifted on his feet, hands clenched into fists as if he wanted to hit Stiles. Derek wanted to grab the boy and put him behind him but he also liked having a shield between him and the hunter.

“You know who this is, right?” Stiles gestured wildly, almost hitting both himself and the Camaro. “Little orphan Annie here lost almost his whole family in a house fire. You wanna learn a bit of tact?”

Derek was almost amused at the boy who had just called him little orphan Annie preaching tact.

Almost.

-

I hold this one close to my heart. We can see into Derek's grief, and god it hurts. But also, kinda hilarious? Little orphan Annie? I was shocked. I felt insulted for Derek while trying not to laugh. (Also, it's kinda nice to see someone acknowledge that Chris was WRONG in intimidating Derek like that. No matter if at the time the hunger believed Derek was the alpha. He had no proof, and basically just mocked and smashed the window of a car of a grieving boy, wtf does that.)

im looking for a witch! or magical! stiles fic where derek mistakenly gifts him a cursed necklace for his birthday that summons a mummy and they get attacked

no pressure to answer this, your abiilty to find fics amazes me, thank you for all the time you put into these asks💖💖💖

Hi! You couldn't find it bc it's deleted

Everything Under the Moon by standinginanicedress

“Just go in and buy him something and attach a note that says, like, I don’t know,” she flips a curl over her shoulder, “let’s bone.”

Derek looks up at the sky and purses his lips. Doesn’t dignify that with a response. There’s no way in hell Derek is going to attach some dinky little note to Stiles’ gift that is either as crass as Erica’s suggestion or as humiliating as something he could come up with himself – no fucking way in hell.

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the ring of the ancestors is not a euphemism by kellifer_fic

(1/1 I 10,637 I Teen I Sterek)

I don’t remember the big plot, I’m not quite sure if I mix it up with another fic. But I do remember that werewolves are know, the Hales are alive and humans and supernaturals are separated. There is a border and you’re not allowed to cross it.

But Scott does something and the whole lacrosse team is making him go over the border to the nemeton. Stiles knows Scott will never make it with his asthma so he volunteers. If you find the nemeton you have to carve you name in it. Stiles carves it in another tree bc the nemeton is too beautiful. When he makes his way back he is chased by werewolves and blast one with light. That’s how he finds out he’s a spark.

Talia comes to his home and now stiles has to go to the other side to learn about his magic and to control it. I think it’s because there is an evil spark destroying the country and everyone wants Stiles to safe them but I’m not sure if that’s where I mix it up.

Derek has to watch over Stiles and has to be by his side all the time.

Jackson was adopted by the Hales and has abandoned issues. He thinks his parents left him bc he is a werewolf. Stiles has dreams and they figure out a drunk Harris killed Jackson’s parents with his car and pushed Jackson into the woods bc his glowing eyes.

And at some point the Hale house a burning down and Stiles can’t have Derek lose his home so he uses all his magic and rebuilds it.

And I think there is an accident where Derek or Cora breaks stiles arm bc of their werewolf strength

Thank you very much and have a wonderful day 🫶🏻

Oh, I love this one!

My, What Big Shoulders You Have (The Better to Help You Carry the Weight) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Story opens with Stiles going to the Hale House because Derek needed help putting both Boyd and Erica back together (very bloody scene). It progresses with Derek's pack very slowly and painfully putting themselves back together (Isaac and Scott being dragged in and alot of tough love all around). But the story kinda hinges upon Stiles being insecure about being the "useless human" and I'm pretty sure there's a scene where he has a serious panic attack over "I just want to be useful."

Hi anon! @midnightwinterhawk says it's part of this series.

Needed by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions)

(6/6 I 16,865 I Teen I Sterek)

read on ao3

part 8 of snakes around my stomach - derek gets stomachaches 'verse

Derek’s having a good day.

He doesn’t trust it. It doesn’t feel real; doesn’t feel like it should be allowed. 

All he’s known for months, for years, is pain. 

The last ten months or so of near-daily stomachaches have made him edgy, unsure, suspicious.

He doesn’t mean to be. Tried his hardest to ignore the pain at first, continue on like normal, eat steaks and hamburgers and entire pizzas and pretend that the lingering stomachache was from eating too much.

When only a few bites left him feeling like he ate a whole cow and then some, this was disproven. Almost every day since had been the same. Even after the pain left for the day, he still had to deal with the aftershocks and the whole, well, trauma of what did I just go through?

So to have a good day, after all that, just doesn’t feel possible.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to believe it, but it feels like a trap. And Derek’s all too familiar with traps, all too familiar with pain and deception and betrayal.

It’s just that it’s the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday and he finished lunch a couple hours ago and his stomach is fine.

But he doesn’t trust it.

They’re leaving the diner when Stiles realizes some things, thinking clearer now that he’s had some rest and food.

“We’ve been playing this all wrong. We thought this was a battle where we’d have homefield advantage, but she’s been watching us for months, looking for weaknesses like a chess master.”

Stiles turns when he feels Derek’s eyes on him.

“What?”

“You love chess.”

Stiles stares.

Derek noticed?

Jackson sighs.

“Stilinski, did you have a point before Derek moonstruck you with a board game?”

Stiles stays staring, ignoring Jackson’s jibe while responding.

Darling, Dearest, Dead and Dead Things by standinginanicedress (these are incredible <3 they got a bit of heavier topics especially the second one)

your fangs against my skin (the sound of your bones) by @hedwig221b (this one has more of a fantasy vibe, lovely)

Derek vs Weird Creepy Neighbor by LessonsFromMoths (technically not a witch but the vibe is so witchy that i put it here anyway)

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call it off by endversed

(11/11 I 116,940 I Explicit I Sterek)

“You kissed me,” Stiles says.

To that, Derek says nothing. His gaze does not leave Stiles’ mouth.

“But you… you’re straight,” Stiles carries on.

And still, Derek says nothing. His fingers twitch harshly around his grip on thin air.

“You have a girlfriend,” Stiles whispers.

Derek is on his feet in an instant.

I do, @mjisdumb!

A Heart for a Heart by LazyyBabyy

(1/1 I 1,144 I Mature)

"Derek Hale, you're under arrest for…"

Derek stops listening, pulling away from Stiles enough to be able to reach into his pocket. Stiles tries to stay close, but he's so deliciously weak by comparison.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay." Derek whispers, his words meant just for them. "Just listen to me, yeah? Be good and listen."

[Derek's proposal to Stiles goes exactly as planned, even down to getting arrested.]

Unhealthy but Needed by DaoOfGay

(1/? I 2,331 I Explicit)

After the Hale Fire that took the life of his uncle and his father, Derek leaves Beacon Hills to go to college. Years later, he returns and the very first thing he finds an unclaimed Mate. He has learned a lot from his uncle, and he'll put those skills to practice on a teen who smells like he is one week away from suicide.

He was almost too late.

Mirror, Mirror by happyevraftr

(1/1 I 5,013 I Explicit) Established relationship. After someone flirts with Stiles, Derek needs to show him who he belongs to by fucking him in a room full of mirrors so he can see himself stretched open. Bonus points if Derek forces Stiles to watch as his hole is stretched to accommodate Derek's knot

Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8

(8/8 I 30,329 I Explicit)

Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.

Except, apparently, Stiles.

Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.

Pale Horses by Jana_C

(15/15 I 56,071 I Explicit)

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.

Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(2/2 I 81,018 I Teen)

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

Strong at the Broken Places by giddytf2

(18/18 I 172,735 I Explicit)

“So what’s it gonna be, Stiles?” An hour wasn’t enough time for a miracle. Not enough for him and Derek both. “Salvation for you, or the world?” ____________________________________

Stiles confronts an enemy warlock too powerful for him to defeat, and he's given an ultimatum: He must kill Derek, or Derek will be killed anyway along with everyone else in Beacon Hills. Trapped in a magically-reinforced cell with Derek, he has only an hour to make his choice.

In the tragic aftermath of the confrontation, Stiles spirals into a delusional, suicidal race against time for the lives of his remaining loved ones and the rest of the world. A spectral companion is all that keeps him from going totally insane on the hunt for the enemy warlock.

The breeze is running smoothly through the grass, the blades bending with a gentle tilt. Above him the sun is shining down brightly, the warmth of its rays skimming across his skin in a gentle caress that feels like hands he once knew.

He can hear the gentle babble of the brook running off to the side of him as he shifts the basket against his hip again. Inside the tufts of lavender are nestled, ready to be taken back to the cottage and bundled together before being dried out.

It had been many years since he had last seen him, and in a moment he just stands there, the flowing material of his clothing pressing against his body as he just tilts his head. It hits him sometimes, just in passing moments, he thinks about the eyes that watch with intent, the dark brows that pulled down in thoughts and concentration.

War had been something threatening for a long time and when it finally came, he had cried and begged on his knees, scratching his skin raw as he clutched at his travelling clothing. He begged him not to leave, not to go away, fear squeezing his heart that he would never see him again. He had been taken in large hands, pulled to his feet and his tears wiped away with calloused fingertips. Promises were spoken, falling softly from lips he cherished, love spilled between them in a quiet space. He had taken him to bed one last time, made love to him with such tenderness that he wept all over again.

He had stayed with him until he had fallen asleep, when he had awoken, it was to a cold bed and a letter of goodbye on the pillow beside his head. He knew that he wouldn't have left when he was awake, the pain too strong.

Slowly the days passed and turned in to weeks, weeks turned in to months and he continued to gather his herbs and flowers. Drying them out and grinding them in to dust, creating his potions and selling his wares, getting coin in return. He made a living with each passing day, took them in his stride and tried to forget the ache that grew in his heart.

But in those same months, his stomach grew, a heartbeat fluttering through the silent nights. Each time he would touch the stretched skin, whispering soft words of their father, repeating the tales he had been told and memories he had to give.

Months turned in to years and his heart grew around the forever ache as he turned to look towards the young child who ran across the grass, feet bare and a bright grin on their lips as their voice echoed across the valley.

He looked like his father, bright in eye and dark in hair, but he had his soft skin and moles. Even at three years of age almost four, he knew that his son knew the valley like the back of his hand, he had shown him every inch of the land that belonged to them, to his father, told him the tales of soldiers brave and far away.

For a moment the breeze picked up, blowing across the valley, bringing with it the scent of his plants and herbs, of the meadow over the crest of the hill. But in a brief moment he closes his eyes, feels the touch of him, imagines that he can feel his stare and smell his scent, but he brushes it away, knowing that it cannot be.

He opens his eyes again and searches for his son, watches as he bends down beside the brook, the water clear and crisp. He watches as he pokes at something before standing again, a bright smile on his face as he turns towards him, but he watches the way his face changes, the shift of his features that he only saw with strangers. It takes him a moment, but he hurries quickly towards him and he turns, looking towards the hill where a shadow stands.

His heart leaps in his chest, fingers growing tight around the basket on his hip. He watches the person as they watch them before the breeze kicks up again and brings with it that encompassing scent again. It makes his breath hitch, the basket falling from his gasp before he is scooping his son up in to his arms and starts to move towards the person.

Even with the longer hair and the worn look upon his face, he can see clearly who it is as they get closer, his heart growing lighter, the ache fading away as he comes to a stop just feet away. He can see the questioning look on his face, feels his own lips stretching in to a smile as he shifts the boy on his hip.

''Eli.'' He speaks softly, catching his son's attention. ''This is your daddy.''

The boy blinks up at him and then the stranger, his small eyes searching before he is wiggling out of his arms and he watches him run the space between them, crashing himself against the knees of the man in front of him. He looks up to catch the look on his face, the wonder and fear that is etched there as he slowly stepped forward.

''Our last night together.'' Is all he says. ''He turns four in a few weeks time.''

The man in front of him stops being a statue and he steps closer, his hand coming up to rest against a cheek that is rough with a beard. It had been nearly four years since he had last laid eyes upon his loves face, but he had never once forgotten how it looked as he smiled with wet eyes.

''I prayed each and every night for you to return. My heart has ached for you in every moment until now, it's finally complete again.''

And it got me thinking. What if, when they first met, Derek made some throwaway line about Stiles and fungi (because he’s always there attached to Scott), and Stiles took it to heart and never forgot it?

Chapter 13 of The Cost of Keeping Secrets is up!

noncon, babyy

You're the Closest to Heaven that I'll Ever Be by ahhhnorealnamesallowed Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 7,379

Derek is running through the woods, the smell of smoke still heavy in the air. He wasn't at the house when it was burning, but he was there by the time the fire trucks and police officers were arriving, had witnessed the last of the flames being smothered under the weight of the water from the fire hoses. Laura was the alpha, now. His alpha, but Peter's, too. And Peter was burnt, flesh melted and skin smelling of heat and rot and wood, and Laura needed to look after him now. So, Derek had slunk back into the forest before the cops or the firefighters or his—last, only—family could notice him. He tore off his clothes, tore off his skin, and, for the first time ever, became a wolf. * Set immediately post Hale fire, Derek is fleeing the ruins of his life and knowledge that he had lead the huntress to the house, when he finds a boy in wood whose grief rivals Derek's own. Read the tags! Both Derek and Stiles are underage in this fic and this shit is fucked up

hold my heartbeat close to you by Melpomene (Aconitehart) Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski) Words: 10,665

Years ago, Sheriff Stilinski had been prescribed sleep meds and refused to take them on principle. That orange bottle, filled to the brim, has been in the fridge ever since. Stiles had never cared to try them and didn't want the hassle of selling them so he left them alone. Now he sees a greater purpose for them. The sheriff would never approve of them being friends let alone them dating. Stiles is underage and Derek is the kind of guy that makes Sheriff Stilinski frown and shake his head before mumbling about how lawless and feral people are in this day and age. Those sleeping pills are his only option.

That Gleam in Your Eyes by LuckyBishop Rating: Explicit Ship: Deter (Derek Hales/Peter Hale) Words: 7,393

Despite what his uncle assures him, Derek feels responsible for the death of his family. When his past comes back to bite him, with Peter as the victim this time, Derek takes that feeling of responsibility to the next level. A Sleeping Beauty Teen Wolf AU.

Tear Me Open by goddessofcruelty Rating: Explicit Ship: Deter Words: 1,501

Stiles tilts his head at Peter. “You gonna be alright with him?” Peter looks at the doorway to the guest room a long minute and then nods. “I've known him his entire life. I can handle teenaged Derek.”

The Hope of Empty Men by Paintedsmile [locked] Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 119,390 CW: graphic depictions of violence

While Stiles is trying to cope with everything he did under the control of the Nogitsune, Malia is quick to insinuate herself into his life and declares herself his ‘mate’. That would have been great if he’d actually been, y’know, interested, instead of trying to hold on to his sanity with both hands. His guilt combined with the fact that she has no idea about concepts such as ‘consent’, Stiles soon finds himself drowning. Will anyone reach him in time?

To Get Used by You by the_rat_wins Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 4,956

"Laura would kill you if she knew you were hiring strippers," Derek said, looking at the website Peter had pulled up. Originally inspired by this post and (NSFW) video of an awesome male pole dancer. (ETA: That post has been deleted, alas! Here's the YouTube link (NSFW))

I Want You To Feel It All by maevedarcy Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 3,236 CW: graphic depictions of violence

If you touch him, I will kill you. Stiles’ mind was far braver than he was in real life. I’d like to see you try. [Or, what happens when Derek finds the Nogitsune after Of Two Minds.]

Pretty Human Virgin Boy Comes to the Pond- Feed Him All the Best Heads by Delta_Immortal [locked] Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 49,771 CW: major character death

Stiles knew it was a bad idea to go into the woods, but little did he know his actions would cause the death of everyone around him. Running from the thing that killed Danny, Scott and Stiles stumble upon a pond, which happens to hold a strange man named Derek who floats around in the middle of it. Derek assures them they're safe now. What appears to be salvation is nothing more than the start of the death of everyone Stiles cares about. The being known as Derek haunts him at every turn, unsatisfied until Stiles succumbs to Derek's whims. Stiles isn't sure if that involves sexing him or eating him, and he really doesn't want to find out.

All Over Me by bloodwrites [locked] Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 4,314

"Derek," Stiles calls, trying for loud, but the weak sound that escapes him will have to do. "Untie me, you fucker. My dad is going to shoot you for this and I'm not even kidding." [MIND THE TAGS AND WARNINGS]

The Devil Or The Deep Blue Sea by ladyoneill Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 7,345

In a world where Peter's return to life sucked the Alpha out of Derek and back into him, he rules his Pack with a hard but steady hand, and he isn't about to lose Stiles to a future of college and marriage and anything away from Beacon Hills. So he issues Derek an ultimatum he has no choice but to accept.

Until You Give by justtothesea Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 6,717

Based on this prompt: Derek/Stiles, road-trip, heavy non-con.

birth in fires, this boy messiah by stressingbisexual Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 2,045

Derek is Void. Something had happened to Derek, that much was clear. Because that wasn’t Derek he was seeing in the eyes, that wasn’t Derek who was smiling hard enough to crack a molar. It wasn’t Derek who’d taped his mouth shut and tied him up. He was just wearing his face.

Never Let Me Go by xLostDreamsx Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 11,315

Derek gets poisoned and pulled into feral behaviour. He is drawn to Stiles as the only one who can soothe and ease the heat building in him. What starts out as simple touch and relief turns darker as Derek gives in to the influence and takes what he wants from Stiles, whether it's going to be given consensually or not.

Collateral by BRBChurch Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 3,786

In a shady underground business, there's a beast who is kept for disposing of... disloyal cliental. A boy who made a bad business deal starts refusing to make payments. He gets thrown to the beast. The beast has some fun.

Life's Not Fare by orphan_account, reliand Rating: Explicit Ship: Sterek Words: 2,680

[00:22:13] | A PodTogether of reliand's Life's Not Fare. Being a werewolf is lonely, being a cabbie is lonelier.

A Mask of Skin and Bone by entanglednow Rating: Mature Ship: Sterek Words: 2, 628

Stiles had christened him 'The Puppeteer.' Which had struck him as kind of amusing at the time.

A Wolf and His Boy by lovesrain44 Rating: Mature Ship: Sterek Words: 59,000 CW: graphic depictions of violence