#necromancer stiles

[christinesficrecs]

omg i have been looking everywhere for this fic but i cant seem to find it. its about stiles and him having the ability to talk to ghosts so he tries to make their last wish come true so that they can peaceful disappear but one day he meets a ghost who happens to be dereks mom and i cant really remember anything else. thank you so much for your work!!!<333333

Ohh. Try this one! Also, here for necromancer Stiles. Sorry it didn't make it to the tag page. 🤦🏻‍♀️

don’t know what i’m supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you) by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) | 30.9K

Stiles sees dead people. Yep. Seriously.

(He’s got this. He’s totally got this. So what if one of them is Derek’s mom?)

[noxnthea]

i've become very obsessed with cemetery sterek lately. necromancer!stiles is just it, you know?

inspiration: burial rituals by @aurevell

“You’re making this really hard, you know. I keep calling you ‘Growly’ in my head, and then you go and curl up and shit. Act all cute.” He frowns, thinking. “I’m Stiles, by the way. If you’re like, a conscious being and you were trying to figure out what to call me in your head. If you have a head that has thoughts like that."

cemetery sterek series pt 1 | pt. 2 | pt.3

[sourmiguel]

You Only Live Once... Or Twice by @teenshmolf (wc32949, explicit)

Summary: “Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’. Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—” “I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.” Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.” (Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)

Oh I love Necromancer Stiles. This fic has such a rich world around it, and I love every bit of it. The Derek-and-Stiles, plus the Laura-and-Stiles is fantastic. Also, Erica.

[outtoshatter]

Author spotlight of the week: @aurevell! They have heaps of fics to choose from!

Under 10k:

Returning the Favor | T | 5k tags: established relationship, same age Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski, fluff, Stiles doesn't know about werewolves Summary: Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

When Derek peers down into the dark, he finds the worst thing imaginable: his boyfriend, scaling the side of the house like some deranged cat burglar. "What are you doing here?" Derek hisses.

Burial Rituals | G | 4k tags: necromancer Stiles, cursed Derek, meet-cute Summary: The necromancer freezes halfway over the fence, stuttering to a halt the second Derek flashes his red eyes. It’s an awkward pose to hold: leg hiked up over the waist-high bars, hands gripping the rail for balance. The fence’s wrought-iron spears dig into his calf a bit as he settles, clearly caught off guard.

“Uh,” he says lamely, his face pale in the scant moonlight. “Shit.”

Derek guards an abandoned cemetery. Stiles is the necromancer trying to break in.

Sugar in my Coffee | G | 3k tags: no werewolves, established relationship, domestic fluff Summary: Derek’s not a morning person. Stiles would live on sugar if he could.

Lessons in Catiquette | T | 3k tags: creature Stiles, slice of life, pack bonding Summary: The pack’s resident werecat is kind of a mystery to Derek. Luckily, Stiles offers one-on-one tutoring.

It May Simply Lie in Wait | G | 5k tags: getting together, declarations of love, magical Stiles Summary: “This place is haunted as hell,” one boy says under his breath.

The house remembers itself, letting out a subtle upstairs creak to let them know what they’re in for. They enter anyway, inspecting its shamefully crumbled furnishings, running fingers over its tattered walls, crouching to peer at the ceiling tiles fallen on its floor, and the house—

The house does not chase them away.

Years after the fire, Derek and Stiles return to the Hale House. It isn’t sure how it feels about this.

Stories Over 10k:

The Only Thing Left | T | 13k tags: angst, no werewolves, creature Derek Summary: “You don’t need air,” Stiles echoes. “You swim. That doesn’t tell me much. What are you?”

Derek stares. He slowly lifts his shoulders and drops them back into the water.

Or, Stiles meets a stranger at the spring outside of town.

Where we Both Could Live | M | 16k tags: shy Derek, meet cute, friends to lovers Summary: Derek’s having a hard time falling asleep in his noisy new apartment.

His next-door neighbor, who always seems to be talking or singing, is surprisingly helpful with that problem.

The Third Sacrifice | T | 21k tags: magical Stiles, dark fairy tale elements, human sacrifice Summary: Stiles can see the writing on the wall. Everyone knows the Stilinskis are cursed, or magic, or both. He knows he’ll be picked as the third sacrifice—the one that dies for the sake of the harvest. But he doesn’t intend to let some ancient god rip his heart out, not if magic can help it.

If only Derek, his estranged best friend, would stop hounding him about his plans to escape.

A Badge for Everything | T | 11k tags: good alpha Derek, BAMF Stiles, boy scout Stiles, getting together Summary: Stiles Stilinski is the only loser left in a pack full of wolves who’d do anything to leave their loser days behind.

(Everything’s the same, but Stiles is a boy scout. That’s it. That’s the story.)

The Beginner's Guide to Everyday Magic | T | 29k | 8 chapters tags: magical Stiles, Stiles is pushed out of the pack, fluff, angst, Studio Ghibli vibes Summary: When the latest threat sweeps into Beacon Hills, Derek decides that the very-much-human Stiles needs to be severed from the pack for his own safety. But when the ritual goes unexpectedly wrong, Stiles finds himself alone—and unable to reach out for help when he needs it most.

Cue a retreat to his mom’s old house, where he finds that magic is more real than he ever could have imagined.

Go check out aurevell's AO3 page, and don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos and maybe even a comment!

[jade-bright]

You know what lives in my head rent free. An au where Spark!Stiles and (gold eyed)Derek are the same age going to high school together, and Heather is also there but her and her family are necromancers + she's blind and just so happens to always hangout near the music room cause she loves hearing whoever is playing the cello in there 😌

(Also, Jackson and Malia being twins and Peter's kids)

Just something I think abt...

[midnightwinterhawk]

There are three brand new fics publishing now that I am utterly in love with, without even having read chapter 1, and I am so torn between waiting for the whole story to post or starting now and being kept in suspense waiting for new chapters.

BUT

While I'm having my internal angst, you, dear readers, should definitely give these fics some love, whether it's commenting, sharing, subscribing, or all three (or a secret fourth thing).

Murder, Magic, and a Masterclass in Denial by @noxnthea

18k | 4/9 chapters | Explicit | Sterek

FBI agent and necromancer Stiles (because necromancer Stiles is *chef kiss*)

Kingdoms Fall by @outtoshatter

1.8k | 1/46 chapters | Mature | Sterek

Seer!Stiles, Royalty AU (and if I know Gia, it'll have a heavy dose of BAMF!Stiles too)

Chrome Plated Heart by @drgrlfriend

2k | 2/14 chapters | Teen | WinterHawk

Pacific Rim AU!!

Actual footage of me right now:

[asterias-record-shop]

hello :),

i was wondering if you still write stiles stillinski fics??

if so, could you perhaps write a necromancer (maybe male reader) x stiles fic??? maybe some pinning or a meet cute or some comfort?? you can pick :)

thank youuu 🖤🖤

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Stiles definitely didn’t expect to hear sobbing in the woods today. At first, he thought some vengeful spirit was out to get him for accidentally messing with their resting period, but it kept getting louder. It was confusing, walking around the forest until he got to a clearing, quite shocked when he saw someone kneeling down in the middle - continuously sobbing maniacally.

He didn’t quite know what to do, about to turn around before a twig cracked under his foot.

Fuck.

The sobbing paused as he looked up at the figure, gaping when he met your eyes.

“Uhm… hi.”

The sobbing got louder and harder after he spoke, Stiles unable to form words before he saw the dark, halo-like smoke below you. Slowly, he walked over, already recognizing the sign of death.

“It fell!” You sobbed as he walked over, finally standing next to your kneeling form, humming when he saw the dead rabbit.

He was confused though, looking around. “How… how did it fall?”

“A hawk was carrying it! I was chasing it to try and catch it and it died!” You wailed, Stiles quickly kneeling down to hold your shoulder awkwardly. “Hey… hey, it’s okay… it’s okay, I’ll help you.”

You sniffle, your sobbing paused. “How?”

He hummed softly as he kneeled down, letting his hands gather over the smoke that had not yet soaked into the ground to the underworld, inhaling as he circled it softly. He lets it form into a compact ball, slowly pushing it back into the rabbit and watching the body inflate again. He felt the bones begin to mend, cracking as you gasped next to him, quickly straightening before the rabbit jumped up.

All beings that had their energy put back into them had a habit of getting hyper.

You laughed as it hopped away, humming as you wiped your cheeks. “You’re one of those necro guys, aren’t you?”

“A necromancer,” Stiles laughed, then nodded. “I’m Stiles.”

“Y/N,” you respond, smiling as you offer your hand. “Thanks for uhm… doing that.”

He hummed, nodding slightly. “I’m Stiles.”

You tilted your head. “You already said that.”

“Right,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Sorry uhm… yeah.”

You smiled, humming. “Well, Stiles, we should go see what else we can heal.”

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[voidstilesplease]

zenith

word count: <1000 words | tags: lovers to enemies; mancers or magic users Stiles and Theo. Theo is a Necromancer (a magician of death), while Stiles is a Dismancer (a magician of discord/chaos). Based from this tumblr post. Complete AO3 chapters here.

after years, i finally completed this au series. phew!

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Stiles has waited years for this day. He’s fantasized dozens of scenarios for when he and Theo cross paths again but somehow never imagined it happening this way. It was always some version of Stiles waltzing into the den of the Dread Doctors – the supernatural scientists responsible for taking Theo away from them almost two years ago – saving Theo and bringing him home.

Despite the initial distrust they had of Theo – the only Necromancer to be born in the last three centuries – once Theo proved himself and his loyalty to the House of Magic by bringing Kira back to life, endangering himself, and fighting the hunters, they couldn't deny anymore that he was one of them. Despite the type of dark magic he had – the darkest magic that every single magic user in existence fears – he belonged with them.

And he was Stiles’. Before those Dread Doctors came and disappeared with Theo in the shadows, he and Theo were discussing the lives they could and would like to have someday outside the House of Magic, outside Beacon, outside their ability.

But now, it is evident that those fantasies will never come to pass. 

“Was this your plan all along?” Stiles quietly asks, kneeling in a pool of blood. He can’t even tell whose blood it is mostly – just that it’s a mix of everyone he loves. Every one of their friends who wanted to get Theo back just as much as Stiles did. And now everyone Stiles may not get back.

Were any of those plans he made with Stiles even real for Theo? Even a little?

Theo steps forward, gesturing at the chamber, healthy and seeping with power, not at all the magic-depraved, sickly, and tortured man they were worried he would be. 

“What do you think of it, Stiles? The walls, floor, and ceiling are heavily infused with iron and lead, enough to incapacitate even a powerful magician.” When he looks at Stiles, he grins. “You know, like that one that we planned to build in the House as an isolation room? Of course, I made it ten times worse and added a little touch of fatality, but yeah. As envisioned.” He sweeps his hands around proudly like he expects Stiles to applaud his genius.

He can’t if he wants to since Theo has his arms and wrists bound in poison iron.

“I think,” Stiles replies, throat raspy from misuse, “you’re a piece of shit.”

The smile doesn’t slide off Theo’s face. He shrugs easily like the weight of what he’s done to his friends is not weighing down on him at all. “I guess, I deserve that after this... poor reception.”

No, Stiles disagrees. What he deserves is pain. An endless flow of it. Stiles has a lot of it from his friends; from himself, even more. If only he could inflict it on Theo.

“Was this your plan all along?" he asks again, looking at Theo, willing him to tell the truth. Willing him to stop his lies, for once. "Lure us in, slowly kill us to feed your magic, and then give us to the Dread Doctors to be their plaything as you were? Why wait years, then? Why didn't you let us find you right at the beginning? Why were you so confident we wouldn't just give up on you?" Quieter, he adds. “I guess that's where I come in: this stupid magician who makes a habit of upsetting the balance just to keep the people he loves. Was none of it real?” Was anything between us real?

The smile does drop, then. All charades gone. In place is a cold look. Theo shrugs again, “Does it matter now?”

Stiles exhales shakily, “It does.”

Theo frowns at his reply, “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me, Stiles?” He steps forward, suddenly enraged. “You’re the expert in creating illusions inside people’s heads, aren’t you? So, you tell me. Was any of it real?” 

Stiles scoffs. “When have I ever pretended with you? I'm here, am I not, as you knew I would be? My magic feeds off of pain. I create nightmares, Theo, not fantasies.”

“But when those fantasies fall, what is left, Stiles?”

Against his better judgment, Stiles’ eyes begin to prickle. “I’m not the one who betrayed us. We came here to save you. I came to get you back, you worthless son of a bitch.”

Theo stands abruptly, hands tightly fisted at his sides. “I don’t need saving,” he spats, turning and making for the exit. Then he stops and looks over his shoulder to say, “You never should have trusted me.”

“No,” Stiles says, hollow voice above a whisper. “I never should have.”

For a moment, Theo only stands there, looking at Stiles, at the unconscious and bloody bodies of their friends. The only reason Stiles knows they’re not dead is because he can taste their pain. He cannot use their pain, not inside this room, but he can still feel it in the prickling of his fingertips.

“I can feel your pain, too, you know?” says Stiles a moment later. His eyes meet Theo’s. “That’s how I know some of it was real for you. In a perfect world, we can still escape and live the life of our dreams.” Stiles watches the hard way Theo swallows and hears his sharp exhale of breath. “But we’re done living in that fantasy.”

Theo tears his eyes away, moves past the entrance, and presses a button to close the chamber's mechanical doors. 

For a moment, their eyes meet one last time as Stiles and Theo, the magicians who fell in love and dreamed of getting out. There’s no getting out after this.

“Welcome to your nightmare, Theo.”

And the door shuts.

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steo a-z: part 26

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Derek's Recovery

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50803507 by RebaK1tten Stiles comes to Beacon Hills to bring Derek back to life, because he just has to do everything around here! Oh and how did Derek end up with a 15 year old kid out of nowhere? Words: 3493, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf) Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Fix-It, Derek back from the dead, How Eli came about, Magic Stiles, Necromancer Stiles, Stiles yells at Derek Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50803507

[sterek-ao3feed]

The Lovers, the Dreamers, and Me

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55538260

by Renmackree

Stiles Stilinski is a Necromancer. Derek Hale is a Guardian of the Dead.

They have a very interesting relationship.

Words: 1497, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Necromancer Stiles Stilinski, Grim Derek Hale, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Song: Rainbow Connection (Muppets), stiles talks to a spirit, Sad and Happy, I don't know how else to tag this but it's fluffy and soft and they are boyfriends your honor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55538260

[christinesficrecs]

Hey Christen. I’m trying to find a fic about where Stiles leaves Beacon Hills, he meets a lot of supernatural people, he’s a spark I believe, he has an upstairs neighbor who is a dragon, and he eventually returns to beacon hills because something is wrong with Erica (has to do with a person named Olga or something). Also white necromancers are involved. Can you help me out please?

Love what you do

Hey!

I really don't know. Like at all. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Hopefully someone else remembers this one.

worldswcollide found it. Thank you for your help!!!

Those Are The Days That Bind Us by s_a_m | 52.1K | Mature

His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,

“It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”

And Stiles broke.

[noxnthea]

come to the dark (necromantic) side. We've got ghosts and sassy one-liners 'n shit.

watercolor on paper cemetery sterek series pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 inspo fics under the cut!

Murder, Magic, and a Masterclass in Denial by noxnthea

“No, seriously, I need to talk to you really quick,” Stiles interrupts. “Before Peter gets out here.” Derek braces himself. “Okay.” “I need you to make sure I can be alone with the body for a few minutes.” Derek stares at him. “You get that that’s like…a really weird request, right?”

and You Only Live Once...Or Twice by WonderWolf

“Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’. Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—”

and Burial Rituals by @aurevell

The necromancer freezes halfway over the fence, stuttering to a halt the second Derek flashes his red eyes. It’s an awkward pose to hold: leg hiked up over the waist-high bars, hands gripping the rail for balance. The fence’s wrought-iron spears dig into his calf a bit as he settles, clearly caught off guard. “Uh,” he says lamely, his face pale in the scant moonlight. “Shit.”

[aurevell]

✨au-gust 2023 fic list✨

It's August again! This year, it snuck up on me somehow. Instead of a race to fill all the AU-gust prompts, I'm choosing just one per week this time:

Week 1: Domestic

Sugar in My Coffee Sterek | 3k | G Derek’s not a morning person. Stiles would live on sugar if he could. They make it work.

Week 2: Afterlife

Burial Rituals Sterek | 5k | T Derek is the guardian of an abandoned cemetery. Stiles is the necromancer trying to break in.

Week 3: Crime

Just Good Business Steter | 20k | T Stiles comes home to find someone in his apartment. Peter holds Stiles hostage and comes to regret the decision.

Week 4: Shapeshifters

The Only Thing Left Sterek | 13k | T Stiles meets a stranger at the spring outside of town.

Full AO3 collection here.

[midmorning-bomb]

Thanks for the tag, @lucky-bishop!

I wish I had one good snippet from some of my larger WIPs, but instead I seem to be flitting.

Starting the next chapter of Leave the war with me:

The hospital descends into minor chaos when Boyd’s grandmother and Erica’s parents show up. Derek feels his control slipping as he watches them go, but does his best to look reassuring when they turn back before being ushered out. The urge to howl abruptly subsides when Stiles squeezes his hand. 

A single line of dialogue for the final chapter of Spell on you:

"Did he seriously go on a date with another necromancer? I told him they're a bunch of no good perverts."

Another single line for the Soft Peter series:

“Mm, thank you, Stiles. Your compliments look good on me.”

THERE HAVE BEEN BETTER DAYS OF WRITING, BUT:

I know you want to share your snippets no matter how short and sweet, tagging you in, fic writers.

[justanothersterekficgirl]

You Only Live Once...or Twice by WonderWolf

Explicit | 32k | 6/6

“Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’.

Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—”

“I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.”

Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.”

(Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Murder Magic and a Masterclass in Denial

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49801801 by Noxnthea “No, seriously, I need to talk to you really quick,” Stiles interrupts. “Before Peter gets out here.” Derek braces himself. “Okay.” “I need you to make sure I can be alone with the body for a few minutes.” Derek stares at him. “You get that that’s like…a really weird request, right?”   In the three months since Derek left the NYPD and joined the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, he’s gotten used to a lot of things: he’s learned to deal with seeing Peter every day, he knows how to hide his enhanced senses on the job, and he doesn’t mind the late nights and early mornings. One thing he’s still not used to, however, is Stiles Stilinski. Words: 1774, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Lydia Martin, Danny Māhealani, Chris Argent Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Magical Stiles Stilinski, Necromancer Stiles Stilinski, Medium Stiles Stilinski, FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski, FBI Agent Derek Hale, Ghosts, Case Fic, Werewolf Reveal, Crossovers and Fusions, Alternate Universe - Criminal Minds Setting, elements of season 3A, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, and a couple extras just for funsies, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Banter, Humor, Mystery, Getting Together, First Kiss, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49801801