• I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home by WhoNatural (T, 5k) ”I was digging in my garden and I found your time capsule with a bunch of weird stuff in it, sorry I went through it” AU (That’s not exactly what happens, but kind of.)
• here comes trouble by grimm (E, 106k)  All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He’ll never have any of that again.
• Not Today by rlnerdgirl (E, 2k) Derek’s cabin is close by. The fire’s been burning for at least half an hour and there’s no way Derek wouldn’t have seen it and not investigate. The man likes his privacy and he’s not one for tolerating folk in and around his territory. His night vision may be shot by the fire in front of him, but Stiles knows that somewhere, in the half-lit shadows of the night, Derek’s prowling. Hunting.
• My Boys by losingmyangelgrace (T, 11k) “Afternoon Sheriff, sir, what can I do you for?” he might as well try for innocence. Something definitely wasn’t right though. He took a deep breath in through his nose. That scent…it didn’t smell like John Stilinski, if anything else, despite some of the layers being different, scents change as a person gets older and there were some he didn’t recognise, but the core of it? It smelt like-“Holy shit! Derek Hale!” Stiles. Stiles was the Sheriff? Derek did not see that one coming. (In which Derek returns to Beacon Hills after fourteen years away)
• Sheriff Stilinski and the K9 Unit by dearjaycee (G, 1k) Somehow, Stiles has finally been able to fulfill his dream of becoming Sheriff and it’s a miracle. But he needs some intimidating backup to make sure people respect his authority. To fix that, he decides to beg until Derek finally agrees to help him out.

• deputy stiles
• deputy derek

wherein Derek’s office rival might be the same person keeping him sane at night when the loneliness hits.

“For the peace and happiness of our friends, and that of Beacon Hills at large, can you please give us a warning if you two are ever headed for a nuclear fallout?”

Stiles scoffs. “What are you talking about?”

“The tension between you two rises with each passing year. For awhile there, it seemed to be turning into the sexy kind, but now it feels more like the murder kind.”

“Stilinski!” Derek’s voice comes loud and sharp. Stiles winces and turns around slowly. Yep, there is his gorgeous boss standing in the hallway with his tie a little too loose around his neck wearing a scowl. Derek does not look happy. Stiles lifts his hand up slowly in greeting and presses his lips tight together. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Of all days, it just had to be Derek who caught him.

“Heeeey there, Derek.”

“It’s Mr. Hale,” Derek corrects. Stiles closes his eyes for a moment and nods slowly. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’s so fired. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I–it’s not what it looks like, okay?” Stiles says, trying to breathe.

Derek Hale doesn’t trust humans anymore and is determined to pilot his family’s mecha alone. Too bad he doesn’t get a choice when he’s paired up with the brightest most sarcastic human mind to ever come out of Beacon Hills in the form of Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles thinks he’s finally getting a break when a job at the sleek, sophisticated, Alpha Magazine opens up - but soon realises he’s not going to be writing anything and instead is playing tutor-slash-babysitter to their new Editor-in-Chief. Derek’s spoiled, grumpy, in way over his head…and so painfully attractive it makes Stiles want to lick his face. So there’s very little choice in the matter.

Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he’s been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It’s gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn’t wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them.

When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing.

Beacon Hills Classical Ballet Academy performs a variation of Swan Lake where all of the swans are males, forcing Stiles to partner up with Derek Hale. Things go about as well as one would expect.

When Stiles’s best friend Scott presented as a werewolf, it was just the worst. It was front-page news, there were reporters outside his house asking him questions, and people at school stared and kept their distance or interrogated him mercilessly. Worst by far was that it meant Scott had to leave immediately to live with the werewolf pack in the mountains – which no one knew anything about. Stiles couldn’t even visit, so he only got to see Scott once a month when he came back to visit his mom. It sucked.

A year later, he presents too.

In which there’s an awful lot of fighting, people learn to trust people, and Stiles saves the day. Repeatedly. Over and over again. And he would like some credit, goddamnit, Derek.

“So?” Scott says.

“So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”

“You’re falling for him,” she says, and it’s not a question. Stiles looks up, blinks, and shakes his head.

“No,” he lies. “We work out, have really intense sex, and then eat cereal marketed for children. We have a system, okay? Why upset the arrangement?”

Nope, Stiles went to the gym for one reason and one reason only. And that reason was currently doing squats right in Stiles’ line of vision as attempted to run on the treadmill. His name was, unofficially, ‘hot gym guy’ or HGG for short because Stiles liked a good acronym and much as the next guy.

A story of Stiles and Derek, short shorts, and treadmill related injuries.

Derek is settling in (badly) at his new job at a gym in New York City. The job is fine, his co-workers seem alright, and his apartment is great, if a little lonely. The only problem: The infuriating guy who keeps sneaking into the gym to use the showers.

Stiles has a bad habit of falling for unattainable higher beings that would never so much as look at a mere mortal like him. The latest focus of his unrequited affection is his personal trainer, Derek Hale, who is a Greek God come to life.

The One Where Derek and Stiles Are Unwilling Gym Buddies.

Derek can’t stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family’s gym. Stiles thinks Derek’s a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.

In which Stiles is a personal trainer, and Derek is the shortstop for the LA Dodgers.