*AU*: The Supernatural Adoption Agency - SAA for short - Stiles is the only human there. However, he is more servant than resident in the only place that should have been able to look after him. But, will that all change when, one day, a man walks into the Agency looking for someone to take in? Will Stiles finally get the family and home he has been craving since he was only seven?

Stiles Stilinski is fascinated with Beacon Hills' serial killer cold case of 2011, to the point of obsession. He's going to solve it if it kills him. It's that last bit that lands him on mandatory health leave. It's his own bad decision-making that puts him in the middle of the woods at night. But going off the path to help a wolf caught in a hunter's snare? Who knows. Sterek.

A small boy runs away from his mother's wake, only to meet some frightening teenagers in the woods he'd wanted to hide in. But there was worse out in the woods, a creature that found the boy appealing, wanting to claim him as its own. Rating for later chapters. Sterek.

Stiles finally scraped together enough money to get his own apartment and he's really fucking proud of it, okay? He just wishes shit would stop breaking. He also wishes he hadn't just bitched out his incredibly hot landlord, but that ship has sailed right along with his dignity. (Sequels will be posted on AO3).

Stiles, traumatized after being kidnapped a few years previous, is... changed. With a new house, a new job, and.. no new friends. Stiles tries to move on. However, familiar strangers, one night stands and the supernatural bring the past up again, this time with an uglier head. M for violence, some language, sex, possible triggers (kidnap, depression, anxiety) Hurt/comfort/Mystery

There are trolls in Beacon Hills. Literal, people-munching trolls. Derek is annoying, Scott obnoxious, Deaton unimpressed. Stiles has to take matters into his own hands. So why can't he stop mooning after a certain alpha? I suck at summaries.

"Are you okay, Derek?" "Derek? Is that my name?" He woke up surrounded by teenagers. They said they were his pack, but he couldn't remember them, couldn't remember his own name. And then there was the beautiful, gawky boy. A boy that he wished he could remember. Because he smelt perfect and safe and like home. He smelt like he was Derek's, so how could he possibly be anything but?

Stiles loved his life as a half-siren. He got it from his mother. She died before she could teach him about the sirens in Beacon Hills. He went to school and hung out with his friends in the day and at night he'd sneak out and go to the beach. He always thought he was the only one left in Beacon Hills, so he never thought he'd meet another one of his kind. Derek H. x Stiles; Sterek