in honor of getting 100 twitter followers on my sterek fic rec account @getsterekt im making a rec list of my all time favorite fics. so strap yourselves in.
all fics are sterek. some may have bg relationships. all are complete.
When he was twenty five years old, John Stilinski fell in love at first sight. It’s not a story he shares often – Claudia’s name alone is hard enough to speak these days – but he thinks maybe it’s time to tell it.
Because there’s a werewolf on his front porch looking at his son the same way John used to look at Claudia.
WORDS: 1804
CHAPTERS: 1/1
RATING: general
WARNINGS: mentions of minor character death and minor underage
Stiles scoops up the food before Scott can get any ideas. “I talked to Derek for almost six hours straight this morning,” he says. “I’m having an internal crisis.”
There’s a pause, and then: “Finally gonna admit you want to tap that?”
There’s a beat of horrified silence for Stiles before he sees Derek’s shoulders rapidly shaking.
“Shut the fuck up,” Stiles hisses, throwing his phone on the couch and walking over to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Derek. But that only makes Derek laugh harder and Stiles responds by biting Derek on the shoulder. “I hate you.”
“Sure, I like him,” Derek scowls right at the camera, “We’re friends.” He blinks, expression suddenly going hopeful, “Why, did he say something?”
*
“I have worked at Beacon Hills Office Supplies for two and a half years,” Stiles pretends to hang himself with his tie, glances out of the conference room to where Derek is signing for a package with a suspicious look on his face. “It’s not all bad, I guess?”
Don’t go causing troubles in Beacon Hills, because the Hales live there, little girl.
Keep away from Beacon Hills, little girl, or the Hales will destroy you.
Or In a world where the Hales are alive and the protectors of the town of Beacon Hills, the humans politely fake ignorance of their not-really-human status, and they all live happily ever after.
Derek tries to get Stiles to Shift. Or bug Scott into telling him what exactly his best friend is. Neither one is any closer in actually happening, but he’s nothing but persistent.
The fact he’s standing in a teenager’s room at fuck o’clock says so.
“’m not tellin’ you, Derek.” Scott mumbles into his pillow. “No matter ‘ow early you come ov’r.”
“But why?” He hopes he doesn’t sound like a petulant child stamping their foot.
“’cause not my secret to tell,” is the muffled reply, before he’s dismissed with a back turned his way.
He doesn’t go home to sulk, he doesn’t.
[Or the one where Stiles is also an animal Shifter, but for the life of him, Derek can’t seem to find out what exactly Stiles Shifts into, until all the clues come together.]
Stiles had often thought about how he’d meet his soul mate, the literal muscular man of his dreams. He just didn’t ever imagine finding him on Facebook where a friend had shared a news article about a werewolf John Doe in a coma after a car wreck four hours out of town. And he also didn’t expect to bond and fall in love with the guy’s family before ever saying two words to him out loud.
“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”
“This is…not four million in cash,” remarks Stilinski.
“Isaac. Did you fail to get my money back and decided to pick up a stripper on the road to bribe me? Because let me make this perfectly clear: this would totally work. Well done.”
Or
The mafia!AU where the Hales owe four million to the Stilinskis, Laura rents Derek (but not as a stripper), Stiles gets a new favorite, Derek gets a new boss, a new puppy and a new family.
Sometimes they break people, but mainly, they just snark at each other.
“Who the hell are these guys.” Commander Hale barks, his hand automatically going to his hip holster and Stiles lunges forward, stopping him from pulling his gun out.
“No! Ah… Um. Commander Hale. These are…. These are Atlanteans.” He manages to stutter out, removing his hand from Commander Hale’s person under Peter’s deathly glare of death. He takes a step back but watches as the Commander doesn’t immediately pull his gun out so he counts it as a win.
“What?” Kate hisses, turning to look back at Stiles with a shocked expression. “You can’t be serious. Atlanteans? That’s impossible!”
Scott finally pulls a a stunt so boneheaded that Stiles can’t think of any way to get him out of it. Hoping to outrun the fallout, he packs up his father and they move to Canada. Unfortunately, nowhere is safe.
WORDS: 39120
CHAPTERS: 3/3
RATING: mature
WARNING: major character death/s, (happy ending) graphic depictions of violence
Stiles is sitting on the couch with a box full of cereal (a mouth full of cereal) when the doorbell rings. The fact that someone has chosen to ring the bell is of itself strange enough, because his father is not home so he is not expecting anyone official – and Scott always just opens the door like it’s his own house and Derek uses Stiles’ bedroom window.
Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There’s just no way Derek Hale is human. *** “I was wondering if you’re even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it’s ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y’know? It’s unfair for us. I mean, it’s obvious you work out, and I don’t, so that could be why, but like…I was just wondering if you were human, that’s all.”
“Stop talking, Stilinski, or I’ll—”
“Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can’t threaten him with shit.
Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.
He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.
Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.
He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.
Being the middle child of five siblings, Stiles was used to taking the backseat. He was twenty-one years old, mouthy, pale skinned, and twitchy, and was probably the most overlooked in such a talented and good-looking family. Not only that but more often than not, he was bullied, teased, exposed (in a literal sense) and also ended up getting banged up and bruised. Thank goodness, there’s Dr. Hale to patch him up after all is said and done.
Derek, and everyone else at the magazine, had wondered about it from the first time they’d shot Stiles.
There was something in the way the man held himself, something about the tilt of his head and the slant of his smirk and the way he took up space in a room. Yet, he wasn’t smug or arrogant so that it stank up the place the way it did with the average model.
Stiles was anything but average, and not necessarily in the ‘cool’ way. He wasn’t the guy that got picked first for the team or had his choice of dates on Saturday night. He liked his hair too short and his jeans too loose and his t-shirts tight but covered in another layer. And yet, despite his flailing limbs and self-depreciating comments and the fact that he favored topics of conversation that were either hard to follow or simply bizarre, Stiles held himself with a conviction that seemingly far outweighed his social capital. He was a bundle of contradictions all wrapped up in a very attractive, very loquacious package.
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Stiles knew Derek was going to leave. That was the only reason they’d slept together, that Stiles had let himself go for one night. It had been strangely emotional, way more intense than he’d expected. Stiles woke up feeling vulnerable, but that was fine, because they never needed to see each other again.
That’s why, months later, when he sees Derek across that road through the forest, he doesn’t know what to think, much less what to feel.
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