My Favorite Fics I’ve Written
Thanks @inell, for the tag! I am supposed to list my current top 5 favorite fics I’ve written.
Just so you know, these are all Sterek, and in no particular order :D
Gracious in Defeat - Mature - This was my Glompfest fic for @notenoughgatorade, and I really struggled over it at first, I thought it would be a roadtrip AU, but it ended up being 18k of Stiles healing, Derek being awesome, and lots of domesticity with a little bit of angst on the side, all set in Brasil.
Once, just once, Stiles allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to kiss Derek Hale. He’d assumed a lot of things. He’d assumed he would be the one to initiate it. He’d assumed that it would be the finishing move to some kind of intense argument. He’d assumed that it would be a rough, angry, careless thing. The way their words often were.
He was wrong on all counts.
My Life, Without You In It - Teen - Is it cheating to include a series? I’m going to say not. This is my Sterek soulmate AU. I wrote the initial fic, and had quite a few requests for a sequel, and it’s the sequel that’s my favorite here, even though, it’s nowhere near as popular as the original fic.
Derek’s not, by nature, a curious person, but he’s very curious about Stiles. How could he not be?
As far as he knows what they share is entirely unique. Unheard of. There has to be a reason for that, right? A reason why they share this connection with each other.
And Derek can’t help feeling that if he can just see Stiles, if he can just meet him face to face, he’ll be able to explain it. That it will be obvious.
Nothing To Fear But Fear Itself - Teen - This was so much fun to write. The prompt was amazing, basically to write a fic where Derek gets scared of things ala Dean in the infamous ‘Yellow Fever’ episode of supernatural, and Stiles looks after him. The fic is not set in the Supernatural universe, I basically took the idea and decided an obscure strain of wolfsbane would suit the TW universe better than ghosts.
“I don’t know Scott!” Stiles says, gesturing wildly the phone tucked in the crook of his neck, “He was hiding in my closet, and he’s acting weird.” He hisses that last bit, hoping that Derek won’t hear him.
Derek, who he left wrapped in that scuzzy sheet and curled up on his bed. Derek Hale is in his bed, cuddling up to his pillow like it’s his long lost teddy bear. Stiles has dreamed about Derek ending up in his bed, okay? Many times in fact. Many, many times. It was never supposed to happen like this. There was supposed to be arguing and then making out and then nudity and then mutual orgasms and then maybe more arguing. It’s what they do. The arguing. Not the other stuff. Unfortunately.
“It might,” Stiles insists, “Anyway, what do you recommend?” he gestures to the display case. “What about that big tower thingy?” he points at the profiterole tower in the front window.
Derek scowls, “It’s a croquembouche.”
“Bless you,” Stiles says, “Should you be working around cakes when you have a cold?“
I Wish He Was Mine, He’s Really Divine - Teen- My Sterek/HP AU crossover, and basically my love letter to the two biggest fandoms I’ve ever been part of. Teen Wolf characters at Hogwarts. It’s still a WIP at the moment, and it’s painful how long it’s taking me to write it, but hopefully it will be worth it in the end.
Derek doesn’t seem to have any expectation of him. He doesn’t even look surprised any more when Stiles shows up, just greets him softly, a small, private smile playing on his lips; then ducks his head, turning back to his work, hair rumpled from where he runs his hands through it in abstracted thought. Tonight he has a smudge of ink on his cheek.
Stiles glances over at him, his heart speeds up in his chest.
I don’t know who has completed this already, and who hasn’t. So I tag @adeepeningdig, @stilinskihaleworld, @alocalband @cursedtruth @lissadiane @loveactually-rps. If you’ve already done this and I missed it then I’m sorry. :)