@pantstomatch writes these vivid, charming TW fics that mix urban fantasy, a smidge of pining, and electric humor, holy shit are they good. Especially Don’t Be Anything But Okay, in which Stiles’s teenage son has a part time gig at the Hale plant nursery.
@sterekcomfort commissioned me to do this sterek fanart, it was so much fun! I missed drawing them. Also she is such a cool, kind a patient person, it was very nice to work with her! I’m taking commissions, I’m gonna keep the prices as they are until 2016 comes to an end. Hope all of you are having a very good time!! Love ya! G
“I’m not staring,” Stiles retorts, immediately averting his eyes from the other side of the ornately decorated ballroom. A waiter passes in front of him and Stiles grabs two glasses of glistening champagne, one for him and one for Scott. He takes one sip, gags a little bit and as he looks around for somewhere to put the glass down, he finds himself glancing, once again, at the person standing directly opposite him on the other side of a dance floor filled with a swirling mass of dresses and expensive suits. This time, after only a few moments, Scott gently elbows him in the ribs.
“Stiles!”
Okay, maybe he’s been staring a bit. He’s genuinely trying not to, but when it comes to Derek Hale, werewolf and future king of one of the most powerful families in the land, Stiles has never been good at listening to the rational side of his brain. He practically grew up in the Hale’s castle; he started training with their emissary almost as soon as he could walk, right after the first sign of his spark appeared.
Sooooo I know I haven’t done a fic recs list in a long, long, long time; it’s not because I haven’t been READING fic; I just haven’t gotten around to downloading any of my bookmarks in a while, which is how I create these nowadays. So here’s a batch! I’m going to try to queue some of these up so this isn’t a once in a blue moon thing anymore.
impending | suddenlyatiger | 966 | Gen | 2018-09-01
John’s thought process halts so fast he can almost hear the sound of tires squealing.
Stiles was following the sounds of movement to the only open doorway when the screaming started. The man’s agonized cries were augmented by the sound of breaking bones. Stiles was through the doorway with his wand out before it occurred to him to be afraid, but by then it was too late.
Derek Hale—fifth year, walking wet dream, star quidditch beater, Gryffindor’s most eligible bachelor, and Stiles’s crush since first year—was curled up on the floor and turning into a wolf.
Derek was a werewolf.
Derek was a rampaging monster that killed people on the full moon…and he was looking right at Stiles.
OR: the Hogwarts AU where Stiles follows Derek past the Whomping Willow and into the Shrieking Shack on the night of a full moon.
Stiles is not expecting a male model in tall boots and breeches to emerge, smiling at him a little hesitantly, and he has to take half a second to remind himself to keep cool.
Derek has learned to be a good Alpha in most of the ways that count. The problem is, now that he’s well-adjusted, safe, and happy, it’s time to turn his attention to the one thing he’s always sucked at: finding a nice, sweet Omega mate.
Lucky for him, Erica and Stiles have ideas on how to make that as painless as possible.
In which Derek Hale is a failwolf and somehow, ends up going speed dating.
“Remember when I thought I was in love with Kate, and she turned out to be a murderous hunter who killed most of my family and blinded me in the process?”
Erica’s voice was cautious. “Derek — what the fuck — of course I remember, how could you even ask? —”
He holds up his free hand, eyes still closed. “One second,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m just taking a moment to mourn the fact that we could have been fucking since–” He cracks open an eye and glares at Derek.
“Freshman year,” Derek supplies. “I’ve pretty much had the biggest crush on you since our freshman year.”
After an embarrassing break-up finds Stiles crashing on Scott’s couch, Stiles is supposed to be figuring out his life, not lusting after Scott’s gorgeous, but surly, neighbor. When real life catches up with him, Stiles will have to make a choice: move on or make the same mistakes all over again.
Stiles never thought this would actually happen. He’s been watching—not stalking—Derek for weeks, watching him sort through books, scribble things in his notebooks, look bored when talking to students asking for information. He’s never seen Derek shove anyone up against the shelf and suck a mark into their neck like he’s doing right now.
An arranged marriage to Lady Jennifer Blake hadn’t seemed like a bad idea at first. But lately Derek hasn’t been so sure about it anymore. It might have something to do with one of her household – Stiles Stilinski, with golden eyes and a scent of salt and sea that Derek just cannot forget. He’s a mystery Derek is dying to solve.
theproblemwithstardust 