It's Nondenominational Holiday Time in the City
Here's our past lists! My goal for these is always to give you something to read in a corner when things get overwhelming during the holidays. Uncle keeps yelling about how the vote was stolen? Go read some fluff. Cousin maliciously uses the wrong pronouns over and over again. Punch them in the head and then go read some fluff.
You're amazing and I will repeat myself until you hear me. You don't need to live up to how your family expects you to be. You don't need a significant other, to have babies, to explain your gender or sexuality or gender expression or really anything. You are well within your rights to say "Aunt Mildred, I am not going to explain the word pansexual to you again. Google it." Fanfic is always there for you. And Team Eyebrows. Even if we're miles away and in different time zones. You are cared for. Anyway...on to the fic.
(1/1 I 3,848 I General I Steter)
The first time Peter meets the newly appointed Argent family head, he’s twelve and he shouldn’t even be there. He leaves the meeting chastised, punished for a month and nursing a crush the size of Mexico. It only goes downhill from there for a long time before it doesn't.
Kate and Chris don't know what to think about their new guardian, but the moment he burns Gerard’s cane to cinders, it's clear that things won’t ever be the same with Stiles Argent in their lives.
(1/1 I 5,537 I Teen I Sterek)
It’s not that Stiles hates his neighbor. Sure, he’s a huge jerkface who wears leather jackets, douchy sunglasses and routinely tries to murder Stiles with his eyes.
But Stiles doesn’t hate him. He’s not sure he’s capable of hating someone that smoking hot.
Stiles and Derek get snowed in on Christmas Eve.
(1/1 I 7,935 I General I Steter)
‘I wish Mom and me can see the sunrise this Christmas.’
(1/1 I 8,434 I Mature I Sterek)
Stiles is an RN and Derek the attending trauma surgeon at Beacon Hills Hospital. They're constantly arguing, much to the amusement of their colleagues, who ultimately decide to take bets on when the sexual tension will finally explode. The only question is, who will win the jackpot?
5 times one of the guys try to push Derek and Stiles together, and the time they worked it out all on their own.
(1/1 I 25,686 I Explicit I Sterek)
Young omega Warden Lord Mieczysław Stilinski, given the royal request of marrying Crown Prince Derek Hale of Triskelion, predictably messes the whole entire thing up.
An arranged marriage, mistaken identity, a/b/o, accidental heat fic
(8/8 I 24,166 I Mature I Sterek)
“Eight people are going to be descending on our home in a mere matter of days, Derek.” Stiles grabs the pizza box, uses it to gesture at the pile of books and papers under the table, away and towards Derek’s sneaker collection. “You want them to think we live like this all the time?”
“We do live like this all the time,” Derek huffs, stretching lazily.
(25/25 I 28,369 I Mature I Sterek)
Stiles is on his way to meet his future in-laws for the first time over Christmas, but an unfortunate chain of events (which are totally all Derek Hale's fault) have him questioning if the future he's headed for is really the one he wants.
@dragonballsloth suggested this one!
(1/1 I 4,958 I Explicit I Sterek)
Derek grits his teeth. "I was just willing to pay a lot of money for a couple of hours with you, in case you forgot."
"You did notice that I'm fat, right?"
(1/1 I 9,590 I Explicit I Sterek)
"He was just contemplating whether or not buying his father a giant steak and averting his gaze while he ate could be considered a viable Christmas gift, when a flash of red and a loud, booming, “ho, ho, ho” caught his attention. An idle glance had Stiles freezing in place. There in the center of the mall, mounted on an honest-to-god golden throne, wearing a false beard and a giant grin, was Derek-Freaking-Hale."
(1/1 I 18,975 I Explicit I Sterek)
The hairs on the back of Stiles’ neck tingle, and he swallows hard against the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at him. He’s tempted to just ignore it, but after a few seconds, his curiosity wins out and he looks up from his phone instead. He doesn’t notice anything right away, flicking his gaze along the people on the other side of the intersection until he suddenly stops and backtracks. It’s a little hard to see, what with the thick drizzle and the cars whizzing between them, but he would recognize that glorious bearded face anywhere, even after six years. Holy shit.