Hey, so I’m not sure if you’ve done this yet but I was wondering if you could rec some emissary Stiles fics? And maybe also some demon stiles if you know any, thank you..! (Really excited to work through the tw/spn crossover list you posted)
emissary!stiles:
Wooden (1/1 | 2,226 | Rated E)
This is not how Stiles imagined his wedding.
Spain (1/1 | 4,335 | PG-13)
The phone call came in the middle of the night, 3:04 a.m. to be exact. Stiles had trained himself over the years to always answer his phone, especially in the middle of the night. There were only two things it could be, something happened to his dad or it was a pack emergency, either way he knew he wasn’t going back to sleep tonight.
“Hello”
“Stiles?” Suddenly Stiles felt like throwing up because there was no way this was a good phone call.
“Cora? What’s wrong?”
“Derek…he’s…he’s missing.”
furtive whispers, stolen glances & library silence (1/1, 3,520 | PG-13)
When Stiles had agreed to go with Scott to the annual Hale Valentine’s Day ball, he’d planned on getting a little drunk, making out with somebody in the royal gardens and maybe, just maybe, taking a little bit of time to sneak a peek at Derek Hale from across the room.
But dancing with Derek? Well, that was just an impossibility. That wasn’t going to happen in a million years.
Really. It wasn’t.
I Breathe Disaster (1 work | 84,946 | Rated E)
“No. I’m not doing it. You can’t make me, Scott.”
“Don’t be such a wuss. You don’t want to die, do you? This is the only way to keep you safe from the Alpha pack.”
“Why not Danny? He’s actually gay, kind of adorable, and doesn’t look at me like he wants to shut me up…with his teeth.” Stiles threw his arms out in front of him, Scott shook his head for the thousandth time. “Why not?”
or
How Stiles went from hating Derek, to wanting to cuddle him, to hating him again, to kissing his boo-boo’s, to waxing poetic, then finally laying his life on the line to save him. Funny how things turn out.
our love ain’t water under the bridge (1/1 | 10,884 | Rated E)
“Hey,” Stiles hears from above him. “I’m Derek, and you are?”
“Not in the mood,” Stiles says. “Go away.”
“That’s not nice.”
He can practically hear the smirk in the dude’s voice, which is admittedly very nice. So Stiles looks up, intent to just tell whoever it was to just fuck off because goddammit, today is not a good day for this shit but the words get caught in his mouth when he sees the most glorious fucking pair of thick eyebrows he’s ever seen. Oh, and beautiful unicorn eyes. Space unicorn eyes because the longer he stares at them, the more he could swear he can see the answers to the universe in them.
“I’m trying to be nice and you’re not making it easy,” the guy says.
“I’m trying to ignore your very weak attempt at hitting on me and you’re not making it easy,” Stiles snipes back but the smile only gets wider. Jesus, Hot Douchenozzle has adorable bunny teeth.
“How about I get you a drink and you put your phone away and try enjoying the party?”
“How about you fuck off?”
“I like a challenge.”
“Great, I’ll add that tidbit of information with all the tidbits I don’t care about,” Stiles replies. “Now go away.”
we have a demon stiles tag here! but here are some more:
When Your Dreams All Fail (2 works | 4,606 | PG-13)
Stiles allowed himself to try and sense for any signs that something might be actually wrong as he stood on the veranda. And holy shit, his sensing might not be comparable to a werewolf’s smelling sense, but the feelings of dread, nervousness and pure angst still flooded over him in painful waves.
If Stiles hadn’t been so fast to slam the door open after that, he might have stopped and noticed how off the whole situation was, starting with the utter silence the house was in despite the presence of the pack.OR the one where Stiles was a demon all along and he seriously should have told somebody, because when Peter is the first one to find out, stuff gets ugly real quick.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered (14/14 | 20,653 | Rated E)
Derek’s soul isn’t worth anything. Can’t be, right? Not after everything. It’s an easy decision for him, then, to offer it up in exchange for his sister’s life.
If only the demon he makes the deal with weren’t so intent on hanging around until Derek’s contract is up…
Even in the Dark (1/1 | 7,726 | Rated E)
Stiles is a morally ambiguous mischief demon, occasionally helping out a rag-tag pack of werewolves. Derek is a little bit hung up on him.
Hotsky to Trotsky
This was written for the Sterek Secret Valentine exchange, for @banshee-cheekbones, who’d expressed an interest in high school aus. Here’s a 3k fic with nerd!Derek, jock!Stiles, and holiday-themed misunderstandings.
“Why does Stilinski keep staring at you?” Erica thumped her backpack onto the concrete tabletop and bumped her shoulder and hip into Derek to make room for herself on the bench.
Derek lifted his head, blinking as he pulled himself out of his book and back into the swirling chaos of the Beacon Hills High School’s lunch hour. “Is he?” he asked, peering in the direction of the jocks’ table. Tables, really, since that group usually sprawled too much to fit comfortably around one. After The Greenberg Incident from Derek’s freshman year, non-athletes generally steered clear of anything at the center of the outdoor patio. They’d scatter to the tables on the fringes – Derek’s preference on any day when it wasn’t raining – or cluster into the stifling, stench-prone cafeteria. It wasn’t that all of the jocks were assholes. It was just…safer, really, to not take the chance of being shoved face-first into a trashcan.
Today, though, all Derek could see were reddish blobs – probably BHHS letterman jackets – and skin-colored splotches that he assumed were faces. He couldn’t pick any particular faces out of the crowd, much less determine if one of them was angled in his direction. He started to reach for his glasses, which he’d carefully folded and set aside when he’d sat down, but it didn’t seem worth the effort.
Erica huffed through her nose, able to tell that she’d already lost his interest. “You’re not even studying, you nerd. Pay attention to me for five minutes.”
“I am,” he protested, closing the book to prove his point, but sliding a finger between the pages to keep his place. Boyd would show up soon, which would distract her enough to let him read in peace.
“I guess I should’ve expected you to not even notice him hanging around. Maybe that’s why he’s being so blatant about it.” She stole his pudding cup – a spare; he’d learned his lesson within a few months of Erica befriending him – and peeled the top off, using it to scoop the chocolate into her mouth. “He’s been watching you the entire day,” she continued after she’d licked her fingers clean. “With this really creepy grin. I think he might’ve finally snapped.”
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