I got a little mixed up with the dates, so here’s the promised fic rec list for this week. In the interest of not overloading myself with Projects and making sure I can actually post recs more regularly, I’m gonna keep the format simple. So here are ten fics I’ve read and enjoyed recently!
Derek’s not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.
It might be a great plan…if only Derek weren’t head over heels in love with him.
It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didn’t have a vested interest in Derek staying single.
Sleeping Next To You Is Like Magic | @LadyDrace | 11,886 | Teen | 2017-07-30
Stiles and Derek meet the summer before senior year. Stiles can’t sleep, Derek helps with that, and there’s a lot less cuddling and a lot more emotional crises than you’d think.
Stiles’ feelings happen so much, and learning how to deal with them takes him a little while. Good thing Derek is happy to wait.
Stiles gets the very last scoop of salt water taffy ice cream, much to the chagrin of the gorgeous dude behind him in line. The gigantic stray dog is thrilled though, at least when Stiles gives in to the begging and lets him have half of it. The beautiful woman across the street thinks it’s all hilarious for some reason, and Scott just really needs to try this ice cream.
No Refunds or Exchanges | @badwolfbadwolf | 18,916 | Mature | 2014-12-25
Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.
A year after the death of his sister, while struggling with social anxiety and writer’s block, Derek decides to start over somewhere new.
“We can’t just leave him here to die.”
“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”
“Then we should stay with him.”
Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.
It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.
“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”
…Guys, it’s a Cinderella AU, I don’t know what more to tell you.
After the nogitsune, Stiles is unable to sleep. To help, he has a spell cast on him that will link him with Derek.
A faery rises up out of a crack in the sidewalk, a hollow-boned twist of silver skin and empty eyes, and Derek almost swallows his tongue in shock, coming to an abrupt halt in the middle of the street. It’s not unusual, exactly, for monsters to walk the streets with humans – Derek should know, since being a werewolf isn’t exactly considered human, and that’s exactly what Derek is – but it is unusual for them to sprout up like a weed with little regard for who sees them do it.
It’s also unusual for them to stare right at Derek, one arm stretched out in front of them impatiently, something green caged in the confines of their spindly fingers.
Derek watches the creature leave, slightly stunned, and then hesitantly reads the note.
See you soon, sourwolf.
Blackbird | skoosiepants ( @pantstomatch ) | 25,134 | Teen | 2017-06-22
Stiles groans and drops his face into his hands. “I’m seventeen, I can kind of use mountain ash and I can explode houses when I’m mad enough. How am I gonna win any kind of magic fight?”
“We’ll work on it,” Deaton says, as infuriatingly calm as ever. “The important thing to remember, Stiles, is that when everything else is chaos, you’re the port in the storm.”
Laura Hale never died, and Stiles is magic.