moonwolfblues

[moonwolfblues]

[moonwolfblues]

happyharpywings asked you: 

Um. Well, could I suggest some Sterek, perhaps? Uh, maybe something sexY? I’m so terribly sorry, I always feel so awkward about these kinds of things… Q_Q

Somehow it seemed sexier in my head. D:

[moonwolfblues]

i should have been writing fic last night, but instead i was doing this.

[moonwolfblues]

Okay, here's part of chapter 1 of a new fic I'm working on. It's not edited or beta-ed so please be nice. I hope you like it!

You Look At Me Like I'm All You Want (I'm Hardwired To Be With You) by MoonWolfBlues

Chapter 1

Stiles was running through the woods for his life. He could feel the dark presence getting closer, gaining on his human speed.

Scott was gone. His dad was gone.

Erica, Boyd, Allison, Isaac, Jackson, Lydia, Kira, Malia.

Derek. All gone. 

And she was coming after him next.

He didn’t know why he kept going. He wouldn’t have anything to live for after tonight. His pack–his family–were all gone, taken from him in one fell swoop. And none of them had seen it coming. 

Well, that’s not totally true. When you run with a werewolf pack for five years, things are bound to get dicey, but they had always made it out alive in the end. Pain bloomed in his chest with how different this time had turned out.

It had started like any other Friday Pack Night. They had all gathered at Derek’s loft for a movie night. They were piled on any surface available, couches, chairs, the floor and arguing over who’s turn it was to pick the movie. 

Then every werewolf head in the room whipped to the window. Stiles could feel the shift in energy as something slipped past the outer wards of their territory. It felt big and nasty. Darker than anything they had faced before. And that’s saying something when you’ve gone up against a nogistune, dread doctors, and the wild hunt, and come out the other end alive.

Their half-laid emergency plan never stood a chance though and their run of good luck finally fizzled out.

And now they were gone. And Stiles didn’t know why he kept running. But it was instinct pushing him forward telling him that he had to move. Had to get away. 

He could hear them catching up to him, closing in on their final prey. And then he felt a tightness in his chest and the saw a blinding light before he felt the pressure pop around him like a pin sticking a balloon.

Suddenly the dawn light was creeping in around him and the trees were thinning, but he kept running. He wasn’t trying to be quiet. He knew they would find him eventually so there was no point in it; he just needed to get away. 

He heard the pounding of paws hitting dirt flanking either side of him. Closing in but keeping their distance. But this sounded familiar. Like the sound of his pack at his side. He must be nearing the end if he was hallucinating things. 

He was bleeding out of a gash at his side and he was pretty sure his ankle was twisted but he pushed forward anyway, used to running for his life while injured. 

He could finally see the clearing where the Hale House once stood. But when he broke through the tree line, he wasn’t faced with the familiar remains of a burnt-out husk. Instead stood a fierce home four stories high with large picture windows and ivy growing up the sides. Like something in one of his mom’s old magazines. It was a beautiful sight, everything he had imagined the Hale House looked like in its glory days. And also impossible. 

Even more so was the large group of people gathered in front of it. There had to be at least 20 people, all of varying generations. And all stunningly gorgeous, which - totally unfair. 

He was only a few steps into the clearing when he was tackled to the ground. The breath was knocked out of him and he groaned in pain as his wound twisted. But when he opened his eyes just a few inches from his face was the man he was meant to spend the rest of his life with. The man he would now never see grow old. He was scowling, but that was nothing new. The hard set of his brows and the curve of his lip was more familiar to Stiles than even his own reflection. 

If Derek was here right now then that meant Stiles had reached his end. The thought that he would soon be reunited with the rest of his pack was comforting enough that he relaxed under the man’s hold. Stiles was pinned to the ground, but he wasn’t worried. He was in the arms of the man he loved, and that was the safest place in the world in his book. 

But his adrenaline was fading fast and the darkness was beginning to take over, so he did the only thing he could think to do. He sent as much love as he could down their bond, filling it with every ounce of joy and safety and home the man had brought him over the years, and whispered his name before he passed out. 

“Derek…”

Read the rest on AO3

[moonwolfblues]

🔒 speak of all that’s been and all that won’t By Daisyapples

General Audiences | 31,668 | 5/5 Stiles stood in front of him; eyes wild, fists clenched, shoulders tense, but still. The stillness was what made Derek's hackles raise. Stiles was never still. "Stiles?" "Stuck in a time loop. Know where Erica and Boyd are. Need help saving them. Cora is alive and we need to save her too." Derek froze, right down to his marrow. The questions rose up like fish to the surface of the sea after throwing in a stick of dynamite; constant, floating, too many to count. He examined Stiles again; the stillness, the dark bags under his eyes he hadn't had yesterday and were evidence of more than one night's bad sleep, the hitch every third breath like he was just keeping it together. Stiles needed help. It was that simple. "Okay," he said, making sure to temper his voice. Stiles waited and crashed into Derek's chest, wrapping his around him for a quick moment before pulling back. Derek heard him mutter, every damn time, fuck, as he walked into the apartment.

I LOVE a good time-loop fic and I especially love that this one picks up during the last day of the loop, just before Stiles breaks out!! It’s fluffy and angsty and has all the pack feels while still primarily focusing on Derek & Stiles. Definitely one of my new favorites <3

[moonwolfblues]

Are you frustrated you can't leave second kudos on AO3? or third kudos? or whatever-who's-counting kudos?

Well, have I got the html for you!

Plop any of these in a comment (by copy&pasting the code) to make an author's day and show your appreciation!

Second kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/tHMjbb6/second-kudos.png" alt="second kudos">

Third kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/52bggQH/third-kudos.png" alt="third kudos">

nth kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/6y7qGtC/nth-kudos.png" alt="nth kudos">

yet another kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/wKtcj0s/yet-another-kudos.png" alt="yet another kudos">

It will look something like this (and will be transparent with white outline on dark backgrounds):

Feel free to spread and use these as much as you like! (and if you have ideas for other variations, let me know ✌️)

[moonwolfblues]

[moonwolfblues]

“You already left a kudos here :)” WELL I WANT TO LEAVE ANOTHER ONE!

[moonwolfblues]

I was today years old when I learned that when you type “otp: true” in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship

[moonwolfblues]

at least they keep falling in love in every universe on ao3

[moonwolfblues]

Stilinski's Home For Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

Teen+ | 35,197 | 1/1 "At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” “There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly. Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

I love love love this fic!!! Pack Mom!Stiles is one of my favorite tropes in the Teen Wolf fandom and this one has it in droves. It's a really nice re-read and makes your heart feel all warm and gooey at the end.

[moonwolfblues]

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by Grimm

Explicit | 118,749 | 4/4 There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black think whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life. There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

I love fics where Derek gets to heal from his trauma and this fic is an awesome example of it!! Definitely one of my favorites!

[moonwolfblues]

Bake To Remember, Eat To Forget by Butyoureyessaidyes

Teen+ | 125,252 | 19/19 It's 6:18 A.M. on a Monday, and Stiles is using his thumbs to shape the fondant butt of a Winnie the Pooh sculpture. It's the most action he's seen in a long time. -- Or the one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn't know he's part of a werewolf pack (until he does).

Okay, this one is literally incredible!! Memory loss, mates, and minimal angst?? Sign me up!

[moonwolfblues]

🔒 Wolf in the house by JoeLawson

Teen+ | 33,481 | 1/1 "What? It's totally an improvement. He's not scowling, or dating bad guys, or slinking around in unsanitary places. Still a bit paranoid, but what can you do. At least he's a lot easier to get along with when you can buy his affections with ear rubs." "And you always wanted a dog," Sheriff added wryly. "And I always wanted a dog."

This one is so so so good! It's got a lot of Stilinksi Pack feels and Derek deserves all the love he gets from them.

NOTE: The author has locked this fic. In order to read it you must be logged in to your AO3 account.

[moonwolfblues]

Fic Recs - Master List

(A List Of MoonWolfBlues’s Favorite AO3 Fics) - Updated Regularly

note: none of these fics were written by me or people I know personally; I just genuinely enjoyed reading them and wanted to share them with as many people as possible. PLEASE go support the authors and their works, they worked really hard on these!!

*ALL WORKS ARE COMPLETED UNLESS OTHERWISE STATED

All Sterek Fic Recs

Sterek Fics Sorted by Tags

Alpha Derek Amnesia Feral Derek Over 100K Words Pack Fic Pack Mom Stiles Spark Stiles

[moonwolfblues]

(Sacred) in the ordinary by Idyll

Explicit | 78,759 | 9/9 The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing's gotten less complicated after all this time. Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious. Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles

This is one of my all-time comfort fics. The bond between not only the members of the pack but between Stiles and Derek is just so good!