Wondering if you have any recs for fics in the vein of It Was A Wednesday by isthatbloodonhisshirt. I'm craving that level of angst and slow burn with nogitsune/post-nogitsune Stiles. Doesn't have to have outsider Derek included. But I'm also just not finding the right mix atm. If they're deleted fics in the Dropbox that would be great too (I haven't had the opportunity to really go digging there yet).
If any come to mind - thank you!!
I appreciate all your hard work and dedication to connecting people with the fics they're looking for! ❤️
Hey! These are mostly PTSD Stiles but still plenty of angst and slow burn. 🥰
It Was a Wednesday by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 80.1K | Mature
“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”
Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.
Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.
“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.
“Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”
Actions Speak Louder than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 434.6K | Explicit
“I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”
That was a bad word. Not found.
Have.
Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.
One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.
You're stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter | 234.1K
Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn't easy.
The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.
Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it's head!
Sense of Home by siny | 53K | Explicit
Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.
After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person.
If You’re Going Through Hell (Keep Going) | 48.5K
Stiles thought everything leading up to Allison’s death was hell, but he was wrong. Spending senior year dealing with the pack’s dismissal of him while secretly training to be Deaton’s replacement was hell. Feeling guilty and hating himself for what the Nogitsune did was hell. Being in love with someone who would never love him back was hell. Well, if you’re going through hell, keep going.
And miles to go before I sleep by Heart_Of_Steel_And_Fandoms | 113.5K | Explicit
Stiles leaves Beacon Hills at the end of Sophomore year. He’s been abandoned by the pack, scarred by the hunters, and carries the equivalent of a volcano of magic inside him. Needless to say, his life sucks. But when Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills, over a year later and with a new persona, he isn’t the same powerless human the pack remembers. And when demons threaten Beacon Hills, he proves to everyone that sarcasm isn’t his only defence.
Betrayal by Littleredridinghunter | 214K
Gerard does something despicable and the pack are left shattered after Stiles is killed.... or is he??
These Accidents of Faith and Nature by TheHatterTheory | 214.3K | Mature
Sometimes you have to tear everything down before you can start building something worthwhile. OR;
Stiles keeps showing up. Derek keeps letting him in.(And sometimes refuses to let him leave.)
Stiles had never been undone by a simple touch before.
Not until he was undone by an intruder in his mind, that is. Stiles hadn’t understood what a total loss of control really was until his own mind had been taken from him. Until he’d watched his friends suffer at his own hands and had only been able to scream in the back of his mind while it happened.
Stiles had never been undone by a simple touch before. Not until Derek touched him on the shoulder one day after a pack meeting and Stiles all but melted into it.
He remembered how the man’s eyes had sparked. How his face had gone through a dozen different expressions.
And then Derek had yanked back like he’d been burned.
Stiles hadn’t returned to the loft for another two weeks. And by the time he did again, he was anxious and twitching. Stiles didn’t even know what he was seeking out exactly. Something, anything. A touch, a whisper, a simple glance.
Things had been… strained since the Nogitsune.
Scott didn’t speak to him much anymore. Stiles’s father was doing his best but Stiles could see the way he never left his gun out where it could be reached. The man would sometimes stand in the doorway of Stiles’s room and just watch him. When he smiled, it was quiet and sad.
The pack wasn’t the same. But could that really be expected of them?
So Stiles turned up at Derek’s loft that night desperate for something. He just wasn’t sure what.
Derek was the only one who didn’t treat him with kid gloves.
It was two in the morning but Stiles hadn’t realized that. He plodded into the loft and then found himself slammed against the nearest wall, a pair of claws tipping against his neck as Derek’s eyes blazed bright blue. Stiles went stock-still and his heart skipped a beat.
Slowly, the light faded from Derek’s eyes and he drew back.
“Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?”
Stiles didn’t have a good answer for that. He only sunk down to the floor, pulling his knees into his chest, and Derek studied him for a long moment before moving over and sinking down beside him. Stiles shivered as the man wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him in close.
His heart hurt.
“Okay,” Derek said. “Okay, Stiles.”
He hadn’t even said a word.
Stiles had never been undone by a simple touch before. But it kept happening after that. He found himself showing up at Derek’s loft more and more. The man offered out careful touches that no one else would. Fingers that danced over the back of his neck, a firm hand on his shoulder when Stiles started to shake.
The first time Stiles slept at the man’s loft, crashing on the couch and later wandering into the kitchen to find Derek making coffee and not saying a word, he thought he felt a little part of him unwind.
And it was nice. Or something.
The first time Derek climbed through his window and settled into his bed, Stiles felt even more of himself falling apart.
He thought it was in a good way. Maybe he could be put back together a little differently.
They didn’t really talk about it. But if Stiles was being honest, he thought they didn’t talk about it in the best way possible. Derek’s fingers began to trail down his arm. Sometimes, Stiles would return the touches. He was smiling a little more and his dad was smiling hesitantly back.
But then sometimes, Stiles’s mind wasn’t completely his. He was pretty sure that’s when he sought out Derek the most.
It was raining the night Stiles couldn’t stay curled up in his bed anymore.
He thought he called Derek before heading to the loft, but he couldn’t remember. He might have just shown up. Either way, Stiles ended up standing shivering in the large open room as Derek carefully peeled off his soaked clothes.
When the man’s fingers brushed over his bare shoulder, Stiles whimpered.
He didn’t mean to, he didn’t think. But Derek still paused, repeating the motion, and Stiles nearly melted into it. A small noise built up at the back of his throat. Derek’s fingers drifted to cup the back of his neck and gently, the man squeezed.
Stiles sighed.
“Stiles,” Derek said softly, adding a bit more pressure. The man guided him toward the couch and Stiles sunk down slowly, avoiding the man’s eyes. Until gentle fingers touched underneath his chin and tipped his head upward, at least. “Stiles, you know you can talk to me.”
“I know big guy,” Stiles said. Derek’s face softened.
“You… like it. When I touch you.”
Stiles’s smile slipped. His face turned warm and he didn’t answer for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Because that wasn’t a bad thing, was it? Stiles… he felt grounded underneath the chaste touches. And he thought that one day if he’d ever seek out more, he might finally find himself anchored.
“It’s okay,” Derek said softly. Stiles blinked at him and the man gazed at nothing for a moment before pushing himself back up. He moved out of sight and then came back into the room with a mug of hot chocolate.
Stiles raised an eyebrow. Derek rolled his eyes.
“You called ahead.”
“I couldn’t remember if I had.”
“I know,” Derek said. “You asked me to tell you.”
“I’m not crazy, Derek.”
“I know.”
“I’m not broken either.”
The man looked a little pained and he nodded. “I know.”
Derek left the room again and then came back once more, this time with a bundle of clothes. He pulled the sweatshirt over Stiles’s head and then turned his face away as Stiles changed into the man’s too large sweats. When Derek sunk down at his side, Stiles all but leaned into his body warmth.
“One day,” Stiles said. “I’m going to be okay again.”
The man turned his face and pressed a gentle kiss against Stiles’s temple. Stubble brushed against his skin and Stiles shivered.
“I know, Stiles.”
And Stiles didn’t think he was lying.
-
See, he had never been undone by a simple touch before. But then as the months stretched on, graduation came and went, and Stiles settled in for the summer, he found himself… calming down, maybe.
His dad didn’t have to come hold him down through nightmares anymore. Stiles didn’t think he needed how Derek curled a hand around his neck whenever he was nearby, but the man did anyway.
Then things grew beyond that.
Forehead kisses turned to the soft brushing of lips whenever the rest of the pack was gone. Stiles forced Derek to sit through the entire Star Wars saga and in the darkness of what came after, nervous hands wandered.
There was something about the nights when Stiles was held down after nightmares that always made his chest tighten. Blue eyes that glowed bright, chapped lips that hovered above his own, and then Stiles would always reach out for something to ground him.
The first time he asked Derek to mark him, the man had given him a hungry look. Stiles had moved across the room, run a hand through the man’s hair, and guided his lips to the stretch of his neck. When careful fangs had traced down unmarked skin and Derek’s lips had latched onto the spot above Stiles’s collar bone, he’d nearly fallen apart right there.
Stiles would say it totally didn’t become a thing. But when Stiles was pinned to the mattress, a palm flat on his back keeping him in place and a warm mouth sucking bruises into his skin, Stiles tended to come harder than ever before.
He liked wearing them. He liked the way Derek’s eyes lit up when Stiles took off his shirt and the marks across his skin rippled.
Stiles liked have control over how he came undone.
Some nights, wandering hands just wandered. Stiles laid in the darkness with Derek’s fingers tracing over the scars across his back and although he wasn’t a werewolf, he could always sense Derek’s displeasure. With a soft sigh, Stiles rolled over and buried his face in the man’s neck.
That always made him growl.
“I’m okay, Derek.”
“I know.”
“They don’t hurt me anymore.”
The man’s grip around his waist tightened. Stiles turned his face to press a soft kiss underneath the man’s jaw and Derek’s chest rumbled as he growled again. Stiles chuckled, rolling his eyes.
“Such a Sourwolf.”
“Shut up, Stiles.”
“You could make me, you know.”
Derek only tightened his grip; enough to make Stiles squeak. He could feel the man’s lips curve against his skin in a smile and huffed, wiggling a little.
“Furry asshole.”
“Go to sleep, Stiles.”
“I can’t. I’m being crushed by your unfair werewolf muscles.”
“I could let go.”
“Don’t you dare.”
The man huffed a laugh, breaths warm against his skin. Idle fingers traced along Stiles’s back again and he shivered slightly, face still tucked into Derek’s neck.
Like this, he felt utterly undone. But also more together than ever.
Stiles hadn’t had a nightmare in a while now.
-
There was a darkness around his heart. That’s what Stiles had been told, anyway. There was a darkness around his heart and he could never fully escape it.
He tried his best to do so, though.
Stiles was pretty sure the night he shattered, he’d scared the crap out of Derek. There hadn’t been a reason, he didn’t think. He’d fallen asleep to fuzz on the TV and woke up to Derek holding him against the couch, screams tearing from his throat.
For a moment, Stiles was thrown into the back of his head. The fingernails that curved into Derek’s arms and broke through skin weren’t his own. The cries that continued to fill the loft didn’t belong to him.
He was a shadow. A walking relic of his former self.
“Stiles.”
And like a rubber band stretched too far, he came snapping back into himself. Derek studied him worriedly, but his grip on Stiles’s shoulders loosened a little, and Stiles choked on a sob, curling into himself as he shook his head.
“I can’t, Derek, I can’t—”
“Can’t what, Stiles?”
“I can’t come undone again.”
The man studied his face. Derek looked a little panicked and a lot confused, but Stiles just shook his head. He couldn’t. One day, he’d said, one day he’d be okay again.
“I need to be okay again, Derek.”
“Hey. Stiles.”
Stiles forced himself to focus on the man and his grey-green eyes. Derek cupped his face, nodding a little.
“You’re okay.”
“No, Derek, I—”
“You’re not broken, Stiles.”
It hit him like a punch to the gut. Stiles didn’t move for a moment before pushing himself up. He thought maybe he’d just leave; he could probably be halfway out of Beacon Hills before Derek got ahold of his father. Or maybe he’d just go home. Go home and close his door, just like the days after the Nogitsune—
“Stiles,” Derek said, cutting him off. Stiles hadn’t realized he’d been rambling. The man moved across the room and wrapped his arms around Stiles’s shoulders, pulling him into his chest.
Stiles bit back a whimper. One of Derek’s hands cupped the back of his neck.
“You’re going to be okay again.”
“I’m not now.”
“Not yet,” Derek said softly. “But soon.”
“I’m not… my own, Derek.”
The man’s grip tightened a fraction. Stiles swallowed hard, faintly realizing he was trembling. Maybe that was it. Finally out in words. He wasn’t his own. He wasn’t the same Stiles Stilinski that had existed before the Nogitusne. Before werewolves. Before he was a sixteen-year-old idiot wandering out into the woods.
“I’m undone,” Stiles said softly. Derek sighed.
“No, Stiles.”
“I’m not my own, Sourwolf.”
“You’re mine.”
Stiles shivered, pulling back a little. He glanced up, searching the man’s face, and Derek almost looked… nervous. Maybe a little scared. “Yours.”
“Mine.”
Stiles didn’t move. Barely dared breathe. Derek stepped forward and tipped his chin up, eyes flickering blue.
“And I’m yours.”
“Mine.”
“My Stiles.”
Stiles closed his eyes, shivering again. “My Sourwolf.”
“Yours.”
Stiles had never been undone by a simple touch before. He’d also never been undone by a simple word. But when Derek pulled him close again, Stiles let himself be guided. Derek hummed, picking him up bridal style and carrying him back toward the couch. Stiles didn’t have a chance to roll his eyes.
One word lingered on his lips.
Mine.
And for a moment, he was a little okay again.
- -
To be honest, this was written for no other reason other than for some reason, I felt the need. I thought it would be smut but it were... feelings? Of course, I'd love to hear what you all thought. And I hope you enjoyed!
Hey! Could you please please please update the ptsd stiles tag??? Bless your blog!!!
Bless you for helping us keep the fandom running!! Here’s your update :) - Jeep
I’m not real. Am I? by lady emebalia (emebalia) (48/64 | 92,548 | E)
Stiles solves problems. His latest problem is self-created. And is asking some fundamental questions.
Trust the Instinct (Season 2) by Akinasky (35/? | 213, 186 | NC17)
Stiles has survived the Alpha and the Hunters, he’d come out of the closet – sort of. Now he would have to get back to normal only nothing is normal anymore. He has a new alpha and werewolf pack to help, school to continue and now there’s something out there that’s scarier than the alpha.
And that was before the Argents called in reinforcements.
Learning to Live Again by Shipshave_sailed (8/8 | 18,488 | PG13)
Stiles is still working through the after effects of the Nogitsune. Feeling like he doesn’t belong with the pack he’s isolated himself not realizing they still want him. Derek is done letting Stiles think he’s alone and is also ready to show his secret (to stiles) but not so secret (to everyone else) feelings.
Alpha, Mage, Pack by Foxfire2018 (24/? | 285,976 | E)
Set at the end of Season 2. Stiles was kidnapped and tortured for hours. Yet no one came for him. Hurt and cast out of the pack by people he thought cared for him, what is he to do? He finds himself accompanied by someone he never expected and someone he is eternally grateful for.Derek feels betrayed and foolish for what he allowed to happen. Out of anger and hurt he forced a valuable member he really started to care for out of his pack.With the pack scattered and people hurt, what will come of them? Will they bond together again in time for the next big bad?
A Stilinski Christmas by Tigg (1/1 | 4,078 | PG13)
Derek meets some of Stiles extended family but they don’t know about werewolves
A Fear of Falling by WonderWolf (1/1 | 3,689 | PG13)
The pack is on the last day of their ‘Third-Annual Hale Pack Vacation’ at a ski resort. Unable to resist the chance to spend more time with Stiles, Derek agrees to go on the resort’s ski lift despite his fear of heights.Of course, they get stuck in the air.
Pffft idk how to post stuff so here’s some more amputee!stiles
Okay so like I was thinking back to one of the first amputee stiles asks I sent @imagine-sterek. Like the one about Derek willing to loose his arm and stuff.
So I was thinking what if Stiles and derek waiting for Scott to get there, Derek doesn’t think they have the time. So Derek tells stiles that they have to cut off his’s arm or he’s going to die. Stiles is refusing, “no dude we just have to wait! Just hold on” and Derek keeps pushing stiles to do it and then that sterek scene happens. Then stiles is about to start cutting Derek’s arm when he starts to have horrible flash backs to the car accident. His vision’s getting blurry then all he can see is his arm and leg trapped in the car. All he can hear is himself screaming for his mom and for some to “please help us”. Stiles starts to have a bad ptsd episode and Derek’s confused bc he doesn’t know what happened. Then Scott burst through the door and rushes to stiles not before chunking the bullet at Derek. Scott helps stiles calm down while the wolfsbane burns out of his system. Then afterwards stiles asks him the infamous question.
“What would you do if you had cut off your arm?”
To which Derek fucks up and replies “I’d get over it.”
It honestly hurts stiles so much to hear that bc he’s still not over it. It still hurt and he still has to have surgeries. He can’t feel the majority of what’s left of his right leg and he can barely feel stuff in his right hand. He feels like Derek just trivialized his whole struggle. Like what happened is so easy to shrug off. He thinks he hates Derek in that moment. He hates him and stiles knows it’s not fair. Bc Derek doesn’t actually know what it’s like. He doesn’t understand what it’s really like to loose something like that. Stiles knows he’s being unfair. “Fuck you Derek”
On the Derek side. He doesn’t know stiles is an amputee yet. he knows is that this kid has probably seen some shit (by the judge of the bad panic attack he had in deaton’s). He knows the kids got a bad limp. He can see the scars peaking out of his turtle neck collar and on his right hand. The scars remind him of peter.He wonders what this kid has been through. He wonders why he asked him what would he do if he did loose his are. It’s an easy answer tho. Derek is a survivor. He deals with things and moves on. That’s what he has to do. It really surprises him when stiles scent changes from bitter fear and sour worry to hot spicy anger. The amount of fury and the venom stiles puts into his next words shake Derek a bit. He never thought stiles was capable of such anger.
-AJ I’m a cop out. Feel free to roast me and add more to this.
I made myself a cozy little pillow nest and a pot of coffee and I’m about to tackle the *masterpost* of Comfort!Sterek that the lovely Hannah made me !! @endgame-sterek you’re the bestest :)
Derek snaps his fingers and glares into Stiles’ eyes. “You say you’re not the same, but – there you fucking go, acting just like yourself.”
Stiles bristles. “Oh, right. Because you know me so fucking well, don’t you?”
“Better than you seem to think,” he mutters under his breath in response, and Stiles gets even more incensed.
“Pushing me up against walls, shoving my head into steering wheels,” he shrugs his shoulders, glares, “some real heart to hearts we’ve had!”
“Holding me up in eight feet of water when I was paralyzed, nearly cutting my arm off for me to save my life. Doesn’t seem so fucking shallow to me, Stiles.”
I Ran (So Far) by thepsychicclam 33,794 I Explicit
“Anything you want to talk about?”
I’ve almost died a zillion times in the past few months, all my friends are werewolves, I was locked in a basement and beaten, I had to helplessly watch as you almost died, I have no friends, I miss Scott, I miss Mom, I miss you… His mind ran through the things he could say, and the funny thing is he wanted to say them. His father still looked at him with disappointment, and it crushed Stiles each time he saw it reflected in his father’s eyes. Maybe he could mend fences by talking to his dad. Maybe he could explain why he’d been lying so often.
Instead, Stiles shrugged. “Like what?”
In which Stiles’ summer starts off so badly he starts running, gets pelted by paint balls, and decides he is, in fact, going crazy if he willingly wants to hang out with Derek Hale.
heap of ashes that i am (you kindled me) by LittleMissInsomniac 7.360 I Mature
The one where Derek needs help getting over his touch aversion, Stiles is touch starved, and it’s a match made in Craigslist heaven.
My body’s broken, yours is bent by KeepGoing 1,586 I NC17
Even though the nogistune is gone, Stiles still feels the darkness and overwhelming guilt over Allison’s death. He finds comfort and understanding in Derek.
“This…darkness. This sadness. This anger. Is it what you feel all the time? Is it why…” Stiles hiccups, his chest heaving. “Is it why you don’t let anyone in?”
to wage this war (against your faith in me) by stormfirej 5,421 I G
“Everyone is here,” Erica raises an eyebrow at him, and it is right. Lydia and Allison were here, and all the wolves. “There is no one in immediate danger.”
“One person isn’t,” Jackson raises his head from where he had been shooting daggers at the brick wall. “Stilinski isn’t here.” Everyone raises their head at that- the fact that Jackson was the one to realise that Stiles wasn’t around, and the fact that Stiles had never missed a pack meeting before. He was usually the enthusiastic camp leader when it came down to it too.
Derek’s heart skips a beat.
Kiss it Better by Stilienski 7,716 I T
Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with the aftermath of the Nogitsune. Derek tries to help. By letting Stiles punch his cushion.
At the End of Me by elisera 3,696 I T
He keeps wondering how much of him is the real Stiles, the Stiles before the nogitsune took over. If it only created this body but left his mind alone. Or if it touched both. If the nogitsune changed his self, too. The fucked up thing is that he can’t tell. He wonders if the others can.
Nitesky by thepsychicclam 7,093 I T
A figure crests the edge of the house. Stiles squints in the sparse light of the half-moon, and is shocked when he sees that it’s Derek. “What are you doing?” Stiles asks quietly. Derek finishes climbing up onto the roof in one graceful swoop, and then he crosses the slanted surface quickly. “This is dangerous,” Derek greets as he takes the spot beside Stiles. “You could fall and break your neck.”
Stiles has trouble dealing with the after effects of the nogitsune, and Derek finds him sitting on his roof.
Season of the Witch by gryffindor17 95,013 I Explicit
“I just want to feel whole again.” Stiles said weakly, turning his head to look searchingly to Derek. “I’ve got all this…guilt…this pain…and it feels like it’s a part of who I am now. This…constant ache. I just wish there was a way to get rid of it.” Stiles watched as something flickered to life in Derek’s eyes, and suddenly he was off like a rocket.
After the Nogitsune’s been killed, Stiles still finds himself haunted by what it had done with his body. Try as they might, The Pack can’t seem to console their friend… That is until Stiles mentions something that jogs Derek’s memory and he takes off to find a friend from the past who he thinks can salvage Stiles’s mind. After all, she’d done it for him. And if she happens to become a part of the pack while she’s at it, well, no one’s really complaining.
Make Me Skin & Bones (Where The Hell Have You Been) by Kandakicksass 54865 I M
Stiles takes the darkness from the Nemeton a lot harder than Scott and Allison do. Derek comes back after he goes catatonic.
Make You Feel at Ease by voidstaleinski 1,228 I NR
They had finally defeated the Nogitsune, destroyed the dark spirit, but Stiles still felt like there was darkness left inside of him. All of his friends, one by one, come to visit the broken boy but no one is able to get through to him. It’s not until Scott knocks some sense into the one person Stiles needs that things are finally at ease.
Saccharine Pastels by SadieHerondale 2,056 I M
He barely makes it through first period without throwing up (total lie; he does, a little. Just in his mouth) and the teacher for his second period– general physics, because he didn’t feel like taking AP Biology this year –takes one look at him and says, “You need to use the bathroom, right Stiles?”
“Huh? I don’t–”
“No, it’s fine, go right ahead,” he says with a meaningful look.
Stiles takes the unspoken you look like shit, kid and all but runs out of the room. He bolts into the bathroom, banging his shoulder on the doorframe.
Do you have any fics where Stiles or Derek have PTSD ? I couldn't find anything in your tags page unless I just didn't see it, thanks a lot!
PTSD Derek | PTSD Stiles
Porny Epilogue (Now With Added Angst) by MojoFlower (3/3 | 14,076 | NC17)
Nisi snorts and yanks an errant curl, getting a little nasty in her frustration. “That's bullshit and you know it, Der. You liked it. You liked touching Sofer, you liked smelling Stiles and her in our bed. And I know you can feel it too, you muscle-bound pessimist: how good it is when I’m with them. Why do you refuse to come with me when I go?”
In which Derek struggles to navigate his emotions and accept what’s on offer right in front of him. His daemon Nisi is having none of his shit. Stiles and Sofer wait for him to pull his head out of his ass.
Living Louder by XtaticPearl (1/1 | 2,405 | NR)
“I killed someone Derek, I killed him. I looked him in the eye, saw what I was doing and pushed him into his death. Do you know how that feels? To watch someone’s life die out of his eyes? To know that your hands ended a living human? Do you Derek?!”“Yes. It feels like a part of you died too.”Stiles wants to break. He needs to break. To shatter into nothing, into oblivion, even as the whole world is waiting on him to fix things. But he can’t; he just can’t do it. And there is someone who understands that. Someone who teaches him to conquer the silence of death and destruction.
The Wolves Will Devour by ofstarsandlovedust (4/? | 6,080 | PG13)
What happens when the guy that affirmed your sexuality comes back to town?
Stay With Me a Minute by ChloeWeird (1/1 | 4,344 | R)
It's been almost a year since Stiles brutally ended his and Derek's...whatever. Of all the gay clubs in all the world, Derek decides to show up to this one.
Come See Inside My Bones by cassandra_leeds (The_Circadian) (2/? | 11,471 | NC17)
Stiles doesn't recognize the signs until it's too late.
Broken Warrior by CaptEdKenway (9/9 | 23,092 | PG13)
When Staff Sergeant Derek Hale is ordered to see Doctor Stiles Stilinksi for help, Stiles finds out his newest patient is a tough nut to crack. But what he thinks is a typical case of PTSD turns out to have a deeper hold on his patient than he realized.
weep for dreams by whatshouldntbe (2/6 | 32,192 | R)
Stiles waits until he hears the beep before he says, “Hey. Uh. Hi. Hello, Deaton. Something happened. Something not normal. It’s, uh, like — long story short, I’m pretty certain that I’m pregnant with the second coming of Allison.” He stops talking. Then he hangs up.
Postmortem by Batwynn (1/? | 5,939 | R)
The Nogitsune is gone, but so are a lot of other people, too. Everyone who's left keeps trying to tell him he'll get better, with time.
The question is: when do they ever have time to heal in Beacon Hills?
Aka: When Stiles needs help, and Derek sort of kidnaps him. [Hey, at least he's trying.]
Void's Forced Return by stereks_fifth_nipple (2/2 | 2,139 | NR)
The one where Stiles' dad isn't hospitalized at the end of 5a, Derek returns to help save Stiles, Scott and Liam set aside their difference of opinions for now, and Theo wants to bring back the void.
I Can't Heal You (but I'll hold you) by Sophtly (1/1 | 23,327 | R)
After the Nogitsune leaves Stiles a shell of his former self, Derek decides to take him on a road trip out of Beacon Hills.
Indefinite Spaces by anonymouslystuupid (6/? | 38,087 | NC17)
"For a horrifying moment Stiles regained a moment of clarity, his mind screaming, clamouring, clattering, ringing with all its defiance, with one last moment, as if somewhere deep in his subconscious, he knew this last straw would ruin him, would break him for good, would leave not a scar but a rupture in his body so bad it would no longer function-
His best friend was going to rape him, and then kill him."
Do you have a rec for any good vulnerable!Derek or PTSD!Derek fics?
ptsd it is
Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach (3/3 |76,956 | NC-17)
“Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.
Enemy Lines by qhuinn (17/17 |149,179 | NC-17)
This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.
Running Towards You by SnowshadowAO3 (3/3 |31,208 | PG-13)
“It’s 2 A.M.,” Derek says. “What are you doing here?”Stiles turns to him with raised eyebrows. “We haven’t finished Harry Potter,” he says, as if it’s obvious, and Derek just stares at him. “I mean, if you don’t want to know what happens with Fluffy and the dragon, fine. But I personally think that the plot only gets better from here.“In which Derek and Stiles are both broken, but it takes a few paperback novels for them to realize that it makes them fit together just right.
With Delayed Expression by Idday (1/1 |10,397 | R)
"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.”
Regression to the Mean by theroguesgambit (1/1 |16,542 | R)
There aren’t really words for this – “sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” somehow doesn’t roll off the tongue.
Wood and Nails by rabbitxheart (13/13 |44,205 | R)
”The five stages of grief,” Stiles nods and sighs. They've both seen it, been through it. Heard them repeated by therapist after therapist. Stiles doesn't say anything, but they both know which one Derek's slipped into by now.***When things calm down in Beacon Hills, all the things Derek hasn't dealt with come back with a vengeance. Stiles does his best to help him.
