When Scott is bitten by a werewolf on Halloween night, the Stilinski-McCall family is whisked away to a parallel world called Halloweentown so that Scott can learn to control his new instincts. With going on coffee dates with Derek Hale, Scott’s werewolf mentor, making a new best friend in Scott’s crush, Allison Argent, and finding his calling working with the Hale pack ravens, will Stiles even want to go home when the year is up?
All he wants are some Pumpkin Spice Pancakes. Sure the strawberry ones are good, but he’s still craving fluffy, sweet and spicy, pumpkiny fried batter. With all the Hale siblings acting a little weird, Stiles isn’t sure he’ll ever get what he’s looking for. Thankfully; Pumpkin Patches, pushy sisters, and his lack of a verbal filter; he might just land himself a date with Derek Hale.
The Christmas sweater alone should have sent any rational person running; the terrible customer service and delight in Derek’s suffering were just icing.
“My name,” the kid tells Derek, sounding amused. “It’s Stiles. I figure if I’m going to wrestle a complete stranger for a pumpkin the least I can do is offer my name afterwards.”
“Stiles,” Derek tries, testing the way the name sits on his tongue. “I’m Derek.”
“Derek,” Stiles breathes, like he’s testing the weight of the name too. He grins, bright and blinding, which Derek guesses means that he likes the sound of it. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but since we almost got to second base a minute ago, I’d say we’re past that point.”
Stiles likes Autumn. He likes Derek. He hates pumpkin-spice flavored everything.
“It offends me,” Stiles said. “It offends you.” “Why are you repeating everything I say?” “Honestly? I’m hoping it’ll help me make sense of your words. I feel like I’m missing something.”
Derek just wanted an excuse to run out on his date. A very public fight with the fiance he didn’t know he had is not exactly what he was expecting, but he’ll take it.
Derek decides he’s tired of Stiles flirting and tries to call him out, when it doesn’t work quite like he hoped, the pack takes it upon themselves to get involved.
Sterek AU:The PlayLizst | Dr. Derek S. Hale is one of the most qualified musicologists in the country. He’s done his fair share of travelling to colleges all over the country to to give insights on the musical structures of some of the most famous pieces of classical literature and while he can’t really play any of those pieces, he does have a particular choice of pianist when it comes to listening to them. Mieczysław. Derek likes to think he’s in love with the guy, even though he isn’t sure if Mieczysław is a first name or a last name or even a name at all, and he’s never once gotten a glimpse of the pianist’s face. It’s about the music, the money-makers, and the guy’s hands are plastered on everything. There’s only one other pianist who may be well on his way to being as talented as Mieczysław, a student by the name of Stiles Stilinski. He’s just come back to school after a semester off and after annoying his way into Derek’s life via iced coffee, he’s decided to pursue an independent study with the musicologist to finish up his double degree, and potentially charm Derek into a date once he graduates. There’s one peculiar thing; Stiles always has his hands mostly covered by fingerless gloves, yet still, Derek swears he’s seen them somewhere.
This fic is meant to be read with the playlist playing as background music, but is completely optional. All of the music on the playlist is mentioned in the story at the time it should be playing in the background, should you choose to tune in and out as you read. Enjoy!
The boy scoots closer into Derek’s space as if he’s never heard of something called privacy. “You’re a music professor? My best friend is a music major. I thought being a good friend meant playing through a bunch of classical piano music that he has to know by memory for a test at the end of the week for the entirety of an evening but apparently that isn’t enough for him. He’s been harassing me all morning.”
“You do know there’s something called personal space and right now, you’re about three feet too far into mine.” He moves his laptop clenches his jaw because this kid is swirling his tongue around the straw of his coffee and it’s absolutely infuriating.
He seems to ignore the disgruntled green eyes glaring at him and continues like he’s not sticking his nose into the business of someone he just met. “I guess I would understand his struggle if I were also in the class. I just need these few hours of java and crosswords before his head is back up my ass again.”
“Is that why your head is up mine?”
There’s a charming little snicker that comes out of his perfect little mouth, and it shouldn’t appeal to Derek as much as it does. Regardless, the guy leans back into his own space and shrugs with another swig of his coffee. “Is that the reason you haven’t left yet?”
Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.
Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.
Still, no one deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.
(don’t) blame it on the alcoholby wishingonalightningbolt Stiles brews wolfsbane beer in the hope of getting drunk with Derek – for ya know, male bonding purposes. With Scott still at Davis and everyone else so busy all the time, Stiles and Derek are the bestest of bros now, and it’s only right that they be allowed to get sloshed together.
Unsurprisingly, Stiles catches the feels.
Climb Inside His Skinby Stilinski Derek—Derek “my predominant expressions are long-suffering and longer-suffering” Hale—has a classical literature collection.
Stiles has managed to skirt, outwit, destroy, or otherwise run screaming from at least a dozen different supernatural shitstorms since graduating Beacon Hills High School three years ago, but nothing – nothing – could have prepared him for this.
It’s one thing to have Stiles as his anchor. It’s another thing entirely to realize that he’s in love with his best friend. His best friend who happens to be three years younger than him and, oh god, John is going to have him arrested. He won’t be able to become a cop because he’ll be behind bars.
People leave in Beacon Hills, give up on the town, the people, on life itself. And he and Derek are still here, six years later, still able to drink a beer and share space. It’s kind of remarkable in a really understated way.
With Delayed Expressionby Idday “I have… well… she said that she thinks that I maybe have… PTSD?”
The line goes so dead that Derek almost thinks Stiles hung up on him. He waits eight very quiet seconds, and says softly, “Stiles?”
“I’m sorry, what?” Stiles says, breath whooshing back over the phone line.
“I have PTSD,” Derek says more firmly. It’s the first time he’s said it out loud, not as a question. It hasn’t really seemed real, until now. He’d spent the whole of his last session arguing that Tamara was wrong about him, and saying it out loud is like admitting it’s true. “Post-traumatic stress dis—”
“I know what it means,” Stiles interrupts, “I just didn’t think I’d heard right. Oh my God.”
(Okay sooo I’m not sure if that last one properly counts – but I’m gonna include it because it’s such a great Derek healing– Stiles helping fic. It does reference canonical abuse though, so be aware of that going in and read the tags!)
5 Pining fics (THERE ARE SO MANY. SOOOO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM!!! We are blessed in this fandom.)
lodestoneby llassah “We could…we could be something, couldn’t we?” Stiles murmurs, eyes slipping shut. Derek looks at the IV line in his arm, the bandages covering his chest, his leg. His hand, pale against the hospital sheets, palm up. Derek waits until he’s sure Stiles is asleep before he responds.
It takes Stiles eight years to ask the question again. It’s okay. Derek can wait.
Yes is a Worldby jezziejay When the nemeton casts a protection spell over Beacon Hills, Stiles can finally go to college. Derek thinks this might be a good thing.
In which Stiles falls in love and Derek learns a lot.
Tell Me, So I Knowby TroubleIWant It took years for Derek to finally confront the way he felt about Stiles, and even after he figured it out he could only explain in Spanish. It took them two years more to get to where they were now. Only with neither of them quite willing to commit, where exactly is that, anyways?
Well, for Stiles it’s a deserted stretch of road behind the Hale house, half trapped in a car wreck after being abducted by hunters. Frankly, he could really use Derek’s help if he’s going to get out of this alive. Mates are supposed to be able to tell when the other is in pain, right? As Derek would probably say, ’querido, no.’
Or, a love story in two parts… and two languages.
Cosominationby zoemathemata For Fictional Force/Hoktauri who prompted “pining! Derek/oblivious! Stiles, graduation day”
Cosominate – To sleep together in the same bed or similar space.
Five Times Derek and Stiles Sleep Together – 4 platonic bed shares and one not-platonic bed share! Features Pining! Derek, Oblivious!Stiles and a very tense moment where Sheriff Stilinski has been hurt! But it all turns out okay.
the officeby stilinskisparkles “Sure, I like him,” Derek scowls right at the camera, “We’re friends.” He blinks, expression suddenly going hopeful, “Why, did he say something?”
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“I have worked at Beacon Hills Office Supplies for two and a half years,” Stiles pretends to hang himself with his tie, glances out of the conference room to where Derek is signing for a package with a suspicious look on his face. “It’s not all bad, I guess?”
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“Just go in and buy him something and attach a note that says, like, I don’t know,” she flips a curl over her shoulder, “let’s bone.”
Derek looks up at the sky and purses his lips. Doesn’t dignify that with a response. There’s no way in hell Derek is going to attach some dinky little note to Stiles’ gift that is either as crass as Erica’s suggestion or as humiliating as something he could come up with himself – no fucking way in hell.
But she does have a point. Stiles’ birthday is coming and Derek is shit out of luck and shit out of ideas for ways to make Stiles see him as anything more than just Derek. The way Stiles looks at him sometimes, it’s like he has no fucking idea.
where stiles has a series of disastrous first dates at the hale family restaurant, and derek pretends he’s not wishing he was the one sitting opposite stiles, rather than serving him.
Someone clears their throat loudly and Derek looks up and finds Stiles in the dead centre of the room, his arm raised. Derek finds himself smiling slightly. “Yes?” “Seriously?” Stiles says. “Don’t you think you’re reading too much into this?” – Derek’s only comfort over the past few years has been a novel written by his favorite author. When he decides to teach it at an entry level university course he doesn’t expect a fiery student to disagree with everything he says…
It’s a cold, snowy night and Stiles is halfway through his shift at the campus coffee shop when a tall, dark and handsome stranger walks in, one who seems unaware that he’s being haunted by a wolf.
In which Stiles Stilinski sees the ghosts of animals with unfinished business, and Derek Hale is unaware that his dearly departed sister left a few things unfinished.
Stiles really couldn’t say for sure who was more surprised when the formerly very much deceased Laura Hale suddenly appeared behind Gerard Argent, mid-villain monologue, and ripped his head off.
Or, what might happen if Laura Hale were resurrected instead of Peter at the end of season two.
FBI Special Agents Derek Hale and Isaac Lahey have been sent to Beacon Hills University to find a student who tried to hack into the Pentagon. One snarky, student IT department employee catches Derek’s eye.
“We’re happy to have you, Stiles,” Laura says, and nudges Derek hard, “Aren’t we?” “Of course,” Derek says through gritted teeth. When he looks at Stiles, the kid has a smug grin on his face. What a little shit.
AU where Stiles is sent to the Hale pack to be their emissary.
Derek isn’t quite sure what to do, but he can’t look away from the way Stiles’ mouth moves while he talks, and then Stiles’ shirt rides up a little with a particular wild gesture, revealing an expanse of pale skin. The comment I have these in red reverberates in his mind, and now Derek is frozen, imagining the man before him clad in nothing but a pair of lacy red panties.
When Derek is killed by a rival alpha, the pack will stop at nothing to get him back. Even if that means blackmailing the most dangerous hunter duo this side of hell. Whatever. That whole devil thing was probably totally exaggerated, anyway.
Derek’s a dressage rider with a reputation for frowning and making people cry. Stiles is an acrobatic stunt rider whose resume includes medieval-themed dinner shows and the actual circus. Derek’s an Olympian, he doesn’t need this shit.
This is one of my fave tropes and any list for it HAS to start with:
Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found)by alocalband A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.Then Stiles shows up.
A Californian Werewolf in New Yorkby dancinbutterfly, knight_tracer When Derek finally realizes that there’s nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home.
(This fic manages to incorporate Oz from BtVS as Derek’s BFF, in a really natural way AND I LOVE IT)
Derek knows that Stiles is too young for him, but Stiles doesn’t agree. Eight years after Derek rejects him due to the age gap, they meet again where Derek has settled in Wyoming as a ranch hand, and Stiles is the new deputy, and still pissed as hell about the way Derek turned him down. Things don’t go as either of them planned. (Literally my favorite. I don’t know how many times I’ve read this sucker.)
Inertiaby Apocryphal The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.
(I’m not sure this is strictly speaking what you meant- but I love it so much I couldn’t leave it off).
Everything has changedby Areiton “C’mon,” he says, catching his fingers in your sweater, and tugs. “We’re gonna get coffee, you fucking stalker.”
You follow him, and try not to think about how easy and right it feels.
OrDerek and Stiles both leave Beacon Hills and still find each other.
(Written in second person, but don’t let that dissuade you, it’s lovely.)
testing the watersby Grimm Prompt fill: “I would LOVE a future!fic where Stiles randomly bumps into Derek, maybe in nyc. He’s in college now or maybe even post college, and this is their first time interacting since Derek left Beacon Hills. Stiles is obviously SMOKING HOT now and Derek finally got his shit together and is a successful 30 something.”
theproblemwithstardust 