Fate brings Stiles to ending up as a fireman, and he loves every second of it. Derek hates the job because fire took things from him. If it takes Stiles too, Derek...he just can't.

Stiles is afraid nobody will care about his graduation party. He's surprised when Derek does. - "It's weird seeing you at a party. Like, where people have fun and there's a limited amount of shadow space to lurk and creep in." Totally fluffy angst that probably ends in some smut in the end. Will be four chapters long.

Something about the irritable werewolf is magnetic. Stiles honestly doesn't know when, or how all of this started. All he knows is that this isn't some high school romance, or some summer fling, and it isn't natural, or cliché, or decent in the least. It's raw, and—though sometimes violent—real. SLASH. MALEXMALE. If you don't like, don't read. No flames please ;) R&R, yeah?

Scott has gone on a holiday and Stiles is stuck with Derek, doing some research when things get really out of hands. Warnings: slash, first time, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, pwp (?), takes place somewhere in season 3 but no major spoilers!, unbeta-ed

He doesn't correct his doctor when she calls them a couple; he's too busy relishing in the moment of a nonexistent relationship. Stiles & Derek's relationship before after and during pregnancy. Slash, MPREG *but not main focus* don't like don't read.

It's been months since this thing started between them — this thing that Derek refuses to call anything specific, no matter what Stiles says it is. He can feel it, though, like a palpable energy between them — more than friends, more than pack, but implicit nonetheless.

Zero is trying to come to terms with what he is, and that in the end, there is nothing that he, nor anyone else, can do to change it. If he's going to accept what he has become, he definitely can't do it alone, and the proud Hunter wouldn't go asking for help; but when a certain pureblood starts to take control, Zero is powerless to stop him in the end. (RATING: Will rise to M)

"Scott...You are the first to recieve one of these messages but not the last. There are ten of these little videos running around our little group of...well...I guess I shouldn't say 'friends' anymore. Should I Scott?" Stiles eyes turned stony and his voice hardened slightly with anger before he sighed dramatically and fell back on what looked to be his bed. M for language!

They've been doing this dance for years. Or so it seems. Circling round one another till they're both dizzy and can't see straight. Derek/Stiles

Stiles always had the ability to talk up a storm but a sudden rift changes that.

Shameless, steamy Sterek smut, basically. Bring on the flames and con-crit! WARNING: kind of dubiuos consent.