#pack!fic

have you looked through our pack fic tag ? 

first that come to mind;

build a rocket, boys! (one shot | 2565 | G)

Stiles has kind of become the den mother. It's not like he planned it!

Feels Like Belonging (one shot | 2513 | PG-13)

Stiles isn't sure why all these werewolves think they have access to his bed. The explanation is just. Weird.

Secret Weapon (one shot | 2790 | PG-13)

Stiles just wants to see if those stupid abs are real, okay? Because how are they even. So, without pausing to think of the potential consequences, he drops down to his knees and brushes his fingers over Derek’s abdomen.

What's In a Name? (one shot | 1195 | PG-13)

5 Times Derek Heard Stiles Sing & 1 Time Derek Sang Along (one shot | 5,483 | PG )

I just want to roll around in this fic and stay for a while. super fluffiness and pack. -insert content sigh here- 

Puppy Piles What Puppy Piles? (series WIP | 38,333 | R?)

Stiles can’t remember the exact moment he started calling the pack his pups, but he never does anything by the halves.

Stiles is the Supermom (one shot | 3,472 | NR )

Derek doesn’t realize how much Stiles actually does until Stiles isn’t there.  And then all hell breaks loose because - who he hell knew Stiles almost died every Saturday?

some nights (one shot | 5,089 | G )

Derek pisses Stiles off, and Stiles issues an “open-door policy” for the teenaged werewolves in his life. (Which is, really, more of an open-window policy, because seriously: werewolves) After that it is, like, all werewolf all the time.

But the Black Plague was a Classic (one shot | 1,665 | NR )

Stiles never missed pack meetings. Never.

Feels Like Belonging (one shot | 2,513 | PG )

Stiles isn’t sure why all these werewolves think they have access to his bed. The explanation is just. Weird.

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (one shot | 22,321 | PG-13)

they’re my fav too bud. -A

Here Comes the Sun

A Simple Game of Fetch

Some Nights

A Pack of Brats

Pack Dynamics for Dummies (absolute favourite ever)

Build a Rocket, Boys!

Hitting the Motherlode (i’m about to rec this separately but it’s great so)

"Isaac, there's a box of tissues sitting right next to you; if you wipe your nose with that sheet one more time, I'm going to bathe you all in disinfectant. And yes, Erica, I found more blankets. It's just impossible to carry four bowls of chicken noodle soup and the nest of blankets you so politely requested."

Stiles sets down the bowls, handing the first to Boyd, because he's the only one not whining. He hands the next to Erica and the last to Isaac. Then, he fetches the blankets and throws them on top of the bed.

"Will you tuck us in?" Stiles is going to strangle them. He really is.

This is my favorite Pack!fic of all time (and now, it's complete too!).  It's everything that Pack should be:  Derek having grown into an Alpha that is loving and protective and not-sucky, Stiles as second-in-command and as good as an Alpha as Derek, Lydia having grown into herself and being all genius-y, Danny feels, and just so much Pack love/  It's amazing, and everyone should read it as a matter of course.