“You’re… not… real,” Eddie choked, but clouds of grayness were closing in now, and he realized faintly that it was real enough, this Creature. It was, after all, killing him.
And yet some rationality remained, even until the end: as the Creature hooked its claws into the soft meat of his neck, as his carotid artery let go in a warm and painless gout that splashed the thing’s reptilian plating, Eddie’s hands groped at the Creature’s back, feeling for a zipper. They fell away only when the Creature tore his head from his shoulders with a low satisfied grunt.
And as Eddie’s picture of what It was began to fade, It began promptly to change into something else.
listen……. chris argent………. people may have forgotten….. scott mccall may have forgotten………………………. but i will never forget how you, the werewolf hunter took an orphaned teenage werewolf to france and l o s t h i m
Hi love! What would you say the top ten sterek fics you've ever read are?
This was REALLY HARD. Mainly bc it’s hard to choose only 10. Because I’m leaving off some great fics (which is why there are more than 10 on here :3)! And some I get mixed up bc I read them so long ago and near each other. (You can always browse my fave fic list here) But I’ve narrowed it to this list. These are the fics that really left impressions on me. They’re all amazing and deserve to be read and loved!!! So…have a TOP 27 FAVE STEREK FICS list :DDDD
In Beacon Hills, the two-year war that’s been raging between werewolves and hunters has begun spilling over onto the civilian population. Meanwhile, in Boston, when the tattoo on Stiles Stilinski’s back is damaged on a late-night hunt he begins to have dreams that lead him across the country, drawn by an inexplicable conviction that he’s needed there. When he discovers that Derek Hale began the war after his mate was killed, Stiles finds himself being offered a strange deal: figure out how to bring the alpha’s mate back, and peace talks can begin.
Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.
“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”
Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he’s not expecting it to be Derek. He’s not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that’s coming for all of them. He probably should’ve, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.
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.
Derek is a professional classical musician who has found himself lost without a muse, without goal and without even a hint of spark. He’s almost settled nearly contently (if not slightly unwillingly) on having to live his life as a recluse, when his sister finally grows tired of his antics, giving him a Christmas ultimatum.
Derek and Stiles have taken out the Alpha Pack and pretty much saved the world. Okay, the town. Okay, their remaining friends. But the Alphas left something behind: a baby. And this baby is an Alpha too. Derek is determined to take care of the abandoned child, and Stiles is stuck going along for the ride.
But Stiles doesn’t expect the ride to include seeing another side of Derek, or to find another way to say “family.”
Stiles Stilinski is the best trapeze artist west of the Mississippi, but that doesn’t do him much good without a catcher. Enter one quiet roughneck who calls himself Derek and knows maybe a little too much about circus arts for someone who was hired to schlep tents. But Derek has his secrets, and so does the new girl, Allison. Who’s being hunted and who’s being haunted, and will Stiles ever be able to convince Derek to help him fly again?
“You’re scaring me.” Stiles piped up from the couch. You halted in your pacing, turning just enough to stare at the anxious boy in front of you. His knee was bouncing up and down as a way to release his nerves as he had watched you pace silently, waiting for you to tell him why you had texted him an ‘SOS’. “Just tell me. What’s wrong? I can handle it.”
Taking a deep breath you reached into your back pocket and pulled out the pregnancy test you had taken. The two prominent pink lines displaying that you were pregnant. Stiles leaned forward to study it for a second, brow furrowed in confusion before realization settled across his face. He leaned back, body almost collapsing against the cushions as he breathed out.
“I didn’t know how to tell you.” You said quietly, fingers twisting together as you waited for Stiles to say something. To say anything.
“We can do this.” He had been silent for so long that when he finally spoke it shocked you. Slowly his big brown eyes rose to meet yours and he reached out a hand to pull you down into his lap. Arms wrapping securely around your body and anchoring you to his chest. “It’s not what we had in mind for our future, but we can handle this.” He murmured, lips pressing against your forehead as you curled into him. “We deal with the supernatural on the daily. Handling a baby’s going to be nothing compared to that.
Well, our absolute favs are under our High School AU tag but, because we don’t want you to lack anything, here is a rec of doom (there’s more than 30 fics here) with all the other fics I’ve read in the last few months/years! - C
Not to say that he didn’t miss Stiles, didn’t want to be with him at that moment (or literally any moment, to be quite honest), but he wasn’t one of those obnoxious clingy people who lost track of the world as soon his boyfriend was out of his sight.
It’s still preseason, sure, but he needs to be practicing. He led the team to the State semifinals last year, and he’s determined to not only make it to the finals this year, but to win the title. He should be on the field right now, practicing his play calls and prepping for next week’s season opener against Saint Pius.
And he can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room.
He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings.
Uuh… have a half-finished proposal for an alternative Teenage Dadvid AU I guess?? Werewoof!Teenage Dadvid AU!! Working on flawed logic, wolf!Davey decides that the best way to keep Max safe is to run away with him in the middle of a full moon! He wakes up a few hours later, realises what he’s done, and gets the fuck out of dodge, and it’s basically the same au from there, but with more dog puns.
Meanwhile, an insomniac Jasper is having a panic attack because he nearly got run over by a giant bear-sized wolf.
Bonuses for this au include:
- Max’s first ‘word’ being “wooooo!” when trying to imitate David, making the poor bean cry with happiness
- Sloppy dog kisses for everyone
- A lot of wolf hair on the couch
- Nerd Gwen
- How to babyproof a werewolf? Knit big mittens for its feet and get a big muzzle then knit a teacosy-type contraption for that!
- Ten-year-old Max trying to start a reality tv show called ‘My Dad is a Teenage Werewolf’ or some shit
- And tons more!!