Tag: demon!stiles

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)

ficsforsterek:

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. 

Posessive

redhoodedwolf:

Based off of @clotpolesonly‘s tags on this post. I immediately thought sterek, of course, so tadaaaa~ Read on AO3

When Derek wakes up, before he even opens his eyes, the first thing he hears is a voice in his head saying, “Uh, hey. Good morning.”

In his sleep-addled state, Derek’s eyebrows just furrow in confusion. His eyelids are heavy, and he can’t quite blink them open, like his upper and lower eyelashes are glued together. 

“Yeah, uh, I’d keep ‘em shut if I were you. I don’t have full control, obviously, but, you probably wouldn’t like what you’d see.”

Derek’s mouth opens fine, and he licks his chapped lips. He feels his heartbeat pick up, like his body is going into a panic-mode, but his thoughts haven’t caught up yet. “Why not?” he croaks out. His throat feels parched as well.

“Let’s just say that it wouldn’t be you looking out.”

Derek’s brain begins to catch up. “Are you talking in my head?”

“Sort of.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“I possessed you.”

Derek’s thoughts snap into place and he feels himself jolt up. His claws dig into the dirt around him, and blades of grass brush his fingers. Had he fallen asleep outside again? His memories are a bit jumbled. But now that he’s awake, he can tell that whatever is talking to him is in no way human. 

Derek bares his fangs, eyes still closed. He growls out his words. “Get the fuck out of me.”

If Derek didn’t know any better, he would have said the demon or whatever parasite is in him had whimpered. “Shit, man.” The thing sounded offended, what the fuck? “I just needed a host to stay in for a while. Mine is a little, uh, damaged. And I can’t go back yet.”

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