Derek’s soulmark was a shield, square in his chest over his heart. From a young age he loved that shield. Stiles’ mark was a palm print at this shoulder, and from a young age, he hated it. Author’s first attempt at a Soumate AU
“So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”
Because the man standing on Stiles’s front porch is easily the most attractive person Stiles has ever laid eyes on. Cheekbones like cut glass. Stubble so even you could sand a canoe. Dark hair, straight nose, eyes like a watercolor painting. He looks kinda pissed. Stiles thinks, Damn, I wish I’d put on real pants.
Then he gets a hit of the guy’s aura and makes time for even more regrets.
Before he even knows it’s a tell he’s stepping back, already calling on his spark, letting power gather at his fingertips, though Goddess knows he can’t pull enough to put down a werewolf. Not one this powerful. The taste of all that strength is fresh, simmering just beneath the surface.
Stiles can see the second the guy figures out he’s a witch. His nostrils twitch and his eyes flash red.
But he doesn’t look angry anymore. In fact, he just seems… surprised. “Uh,” he says as his eyes fade back to green-brown. “Hi.”
Stiles lets the magic dissipate. It takes the last of his headache with it, and he curses himself for not thinking of that earlier. A little adrenaline rush goes a long way. “Hi,” he parrots. “Um. So you’re a werewolf.”
The man nods. “And you’re a mage.”
With a snort, Stiles corrects the word. “A witch. I’m far too young to be a mage.”
That earns him a curious look, but the guy doesn’t ask for elaboration. “My name is Derek Hale. I’m looking for Dr. Martin.”
Of course. A ridiculously hot werewolf shows up on Stiles’s doorstep. Who else would he be there for? “Well, you’d better come in, then,” he says. He’s wary, but he doesn’t actually sense any malicious intent. “Have you eaten breakfast?”
By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It’s a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.
You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night.
Stiles and Derek have never been one to talk about their feelings; they prefer to keep it all bottled up inside, away from prying eyes. But even they know connections can’t form without communication. And sometimes, you just have to let it all out.
Or what should have happened during the elevator scene in 3x11.
can you write a fluffy sterek where Derek proposes to Stiles and its all cute and romantic???
So there are a lot of proposal fics in this fandom, I don’t know if this is anything new, but I’ve also been wanting to write the ‘be my person’ idea for a while, so I kind of killed two birds with one stone (metaphorically speaking, of course)… Thanks for the prompt, nonnie! Hope you enjoy!
“Dereeeekkkkk,” Stiles slurs happily, falling into his arms.
“Hi, dude! What’re you doing here?”
Derek looks pointedly past him to the club, where someone
stumbles out the door, flashing lights and music spilling after them, giggles,
and then slams into the wall.
“When you started drunk texting me about my beard I figured
it was probably time for me to come get you,” Derek says, slipping an arm
around Stiles’ waist where he’s sagging against the light post, “Come on, it’s
time for bed.”
“Noooo,” Stiles whines, abruptly petulant, “You should come
inside and dance!! I’m trying to find
someone pretty to kiss me. Not as pretty as you. But kinda pretty. I want to
kiss someone kinda pretty.”
“Come on,” Derek says again, tugging him towards the car he
left running, “You’ll thank me tomorrow.”
“You could dance too!” Stiles says, still pulling against
Derek in a fruitless attempt to steer them into the club, “Dude, you remember
how I know you’re bi but I’m not supposed to tell? I’m not gonna tell. But
there are really pretty guys in there. I could not get them but you totally
could. Don’t you want to kiss someone pretty?”
“Yeah,” Derek sighs, as Stiles sways against his body and
throws his own arm around Derek’s shoulder, “But not tonight.”
“Mm’kay,” Stiles says, resting his head on Derek’s shoulder.
“No,” Derek says, “Let’s get you home and you can drink some
water. Then you can sleep.”
“Sleep here,” Stiles sighs, warm air brushing his neck,
“Hey,” Derek says, shaking him awake long enough to slide
him into the passenger seat, “I thought you wanted to go kiss somebody.”
“I changed my mind,” Stiles says, and then looks gloomily
out the window.
Derek sighs, shutting the door. Stiles is distractible on
his best days, but when drunk, he changes moods more than Lydia changes
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Derek asks, putting the car in gear.
“Nothin’” Sitles says, tipping his forehead against the cold
window. “This was supposed to be a good night, you know? I was supposed to
distract myself from all the happy.”
“Yeah, you know, everybody’s so happy right now. Everybody’s
in loveeee. Why can’t I be in love? I
just want to kiss someone pretty, that’s all. And then be in love with them. I
just want to be someone’s person, you
“No,” Derek says honestly. At this point, he’s not sure if
it’s Stiles talking, or the liquor.
“You know, people have a person. Like… Like Scott and Kira.
Or Lydia and Cora. I want a person. I
want to be a person.”
“You are a person,” Derek says helplessly.
“No, you don’t understand,” Stiles says, looking as though
he might cry. “It’s like… who do you call first? When you have an extra ticket,
who do you take? Who do you want to see before you go to bed? Who would you
call to bury the body? Your person.”
“Okay,” Derek says slowly, but Stiles keeps talking.
“I used to be Scott’s person. But now he has Kira to be his
person, but he’s still my person, but I want my person to be the person who
wants me as their person.”
“You’re my person,” Derek tells him honestly, “All that
stuff… you’re my person, I guess.”
“Noooo,” Stiles moans, “it doesn’t count! Everybody else
gets to kiss their person.”
“Right,” Derek says stiffly. “And you don’t want to kiss
Stiles turns his head and takes a long look at him.
“Nevermind,” he says softly. “It doesn’t matter.”
So, I’ve seen a lot of talk about underappreciated fics on my tumblr lately, and a lot of awesome people pushing great fics that have flown below the radar. I thought I’d join and put together a rec list. Some of the most enjoyable sterek fics I’ve read have under 1k kudos, and I just know ppl are missing out on reading good fics.
Read these underappreciated fics ppl are reccing. And remember to kudo them! Let’s show everyone some love.
The following fics have under 1k kudos, and I loved each one for one reason or another, and I believe they are awesome and need to be read and loved. (as i sit here and rec most of these, i’m like I LOVE THIS FIC READ IT, so srsly ppl…i love these fics. At least 5 of these fics are in my top fave fics of all time :P) I hope you find some you enjoy as well <3
“Are you done fanboying, or should I give you a few more minutes?” Erica asks, the smirk and her words clearly directed at Stiles, who’s still standing and gaping, but Derek can’t help but feel there’s a jibe at him hidden in there somewhere, too. The words snap the guy out of his daydream - and Derek is absolutely not wondering what was going on in his head - and he clears his throat, arching an eyebrow. “Derek, I’d like you to meet your new bodyguard, Stiles Stilinski.”
Stiles Stilinski is a minor league baseball catcher who just got promoted. Derek Hale is a star major league pitcher with a knee injury who just got sent down to the minors. Stiles is drawn to Derek, but the further invested he gets, the more questions arise. Why does team owner Chris Argent have it out for Derek? Why is Derek so emotionally constipated? And what the hell is Coach Finstock going on about? Minor league baseball has more intrigue than Stiles ever imagined.
They didn’t normally discuss their games in deference to the sanctity of their respective teams and the ancient Yankees/Red Sox rivalry, but Derek had to admit it was nice to combine shoptalk and pillow talk with someone who understood. Still, Stiles was the enemy, even if Derek did spend an awful lot of time consorting with him. If by consorting you meant fucking him into the mattress.
Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.
When Stiles Stilinksi steps foot onto Court 8 at Roland Garros, it’s everything he’s been dreaming of for the last nine years, and everything his life has been building towards since the first time he held a tennis racquet in his hands fourteen years ago.
Kindred Spirits by Stoney(Anne of Green Gables crossover, something I never knew I needed until it was in front of me. Sweet and soft and wonderful. I never wanted to leave this world.)
Like Heaven Catching Lightning by weathervaanes(Prince Stiles, Prince Derek, arranged marriage, oh hot damn this is my JAM. And the line before, “Stiles lifts a hand to touch his cheek. ‘You’re always in my thoughts, Derek.’” gets my every time.)
Holding Your Own Weightby zjofierose(almost 60,000 words of late 19th century circus, which despite my actual dislike of modern circus’, is my secret literary/entertainment weakness. Awesome hurt/comfort, all about learning to fall and trusting another person to be there on the other side.)
An Exultation of Larksby llassah(okay, this is crazy beautiful. a/b/o, and mating and all that wonderful mixed with shepherd Derek, and pack feels and it’s just one of the best things I’ve ever read.)
A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse(this is round about 115,500 words and I read every one without stopping yesterday and then did it again. This is royalty done so right, and so thoughtfully and so, so, so. Derek is broken and Stiles is magic and they fit together but it takes work and adjusting, and listening and answering just like everything else that’s worth fighting for.)
Ad Astra Per Tentaculum by morgenoconner - Space contains a multitude of different species, and Derek has seen and helped a lot of them in his time taking down branches of the slave-trade organization. But this is the first time he’s seen an Aloshrivnik. It’s not the tentacles that draw him in; it’s the goddamn eyes that stare at him without backing down. “Stiles,” it says to him. “My name is Stiles.” (maybe my FAVORITE STILES OF ALL TIME)
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.
Dancing With The Stars AU. Stiles Stilinski, former child star, has been strong-armed into participating in a reality show by his agent in an attempt to raise his profile and actually get him some work as an adult. With champion dancer Laura Hale on his arm, Stiles might even stand a chance of going all the way. Their only obstacle (aside from Stiles’ complete inability to cha cha cha) is Lydia Martin and her professional partner—Laura’s brother, Derek.
Derek doesn’t exactly understand how he ended up as a contestant on a dating show. He knows that it started with a lot of whiskey and a late night phone call to his sister and mockery. Lots and lots of mockery, because Laura never lets anything go, no matter how old she gets.
(Because what the world really needs is more Omegaverse!dating show fic in it. Right?)
Stephen must be the human incarnation of the Devil because he’d asked Ally the question ‘Who does Daddy have a secret crush on?’
Stiles would’ve assumed that Ally had said something like, Batman or something but the answer was either Uncle Scott, Auntie Lydia, Curly Fries or Mister Derek. If it wasn’t prime time TV and if there weren’t any children in the audience he would’ve sworn.
“Right,” he starts, because how do you answer something like this? There’s no right way to do it. Silently he congratulates himself on his pun making skills. “So it isn’t as bad as it sounds.”
“Really?” Is the incredulous answer he gets.
“I resent that! Scott is my best friend and she’s seen me hug him and declare that I love him so that might be it, but that’s not really a secret. Lydia, I had a crush on in High School but that sort of died. I do love Curly Fries, they are the best food ever.”
“Derek is…Derek.” He answers lamely, resolutely not looking at the man in question. “I’ll think she’ll say Scott.”
The thing is, Stiles has no interest whatsoever in going on a TV dating show. Deep down, in his heart of hearts — and publicly, to anyone who is foolish enough to bring up the topic — Stiles thinks it’s kind of pathetic. Because it’s all fake, for starters, like all “reality” TV is fake, but also he thinks the people who go on those shows are more interested in attention than love, so what’s the point? It’s like narcissistic masturbation with some television exhibitionism thrown in for good measure. And letting the entire nation — nay, the world — mock your lack of pick-up prowess? Noooo thank you.
Derek’s auditioning because Laura talked him into it, though he’s not sure a ballet dancer is really what a televised dance competition is looking for. Stiles is auditioning because it seemed like a fun thing to do with Scott on a Saturday morning, and maybe he’d get to dance with Comfort, his favorite female hip hop dancer. They both end up getting a lot more than they were looking for. (A So You Think You Can Dance AU.)
Stiles never expected to be one of the twenty-five men to compete over the bachelorette Cora’s heart in this season’s Heart to Heart and even if Cora likes him enough, he doubts he’ll manage to make her family like him well enough to let him stay. When he arrives at the mansion he realizes that it’s not so much Cora’s heart he wants to win as her brother’s…
Derek is the host of the popular Argent-run Dinner with Derek cooking show. Stiles is the one doing all the cooking. Derek would love to leave him to it and just go live with his sister and their goats on their tiny farm. That is not what happens.
Featuring hippie communes, goats, a couple kids, Kate Argent Warning for angst & past relationship, and new pack bonds. Plus food. Mmmmm… food…
According to their fansite, Two Bros in the Know (or TBK, as they were referred to by those in the know) grew out of an idea Scott had their senior year of high school.
The truth was much less cinematic: Stiles wanted to impress Lydia Martin, and thought being a famous ghost hunter would do the trick. But it wasn’t until the summer before their senior year in college, during an epic tour of farmhouses in the Dakotas, that TBK’s popularity went through the roof. Thanks, in large part, to their “rivalry” with Natural, the show featuring real-life siblings Derek and Cora Hale, and their mission to debunk all the same kinds of places TBK said were haunted.
This is the story of how the TBK crew met the Hale crew, featuring a golden bromance, pranks, stress baking, pillow forts, an internet meme, homemade moonshine, ghostly apparitions, dramatic rescues, the plot of a Muppet Show special, and of course, true love.
The thing is, most of it’s been done before. People competing for money, or love, or fame - it’s all boring, it’s all been done, has-been, seen before, who cares? Until some motherfucker finally realized - you know what’s really interesting?
Dystopian AU where fame is the name of the game. Sometimes revenge is the quickest way to the top, and Derek Hale has plenty to avenge - Stiles is just along for the ride.