Like ordinary full moons, the eclipse causes werewolves to lose all control. Drastically different, however, it is a much more powerful pull and mimics the state of their shifted form. Seeing as no werewolf can shift permanently, they need a human anchor to retain contact with during the eclipse. Derek Hale's instincts have chosen for him, but what if his new anchor refuses to open the door? Rated Ⓜ for profanity and strong sexual situations. -- takes place in Beacon Hills, before we know the identity of the alpha --

"The first time I kissed you, you became the most important thing in my life. I would do absolutely anything for you and I never want you to doubt that. I would burn the world down for you without hesitation or guilt. So, you call me, anytime, all the time, no matter what. You hear me?" A tear dropped onto his cheek, Stiles' chest heaving against his own as he struggled not to cry. "I hear you, sourwolf," Stiles whispered

Stiles works as the editorial assistant at Vogue. He loves everything about his job except for his boss, Derek Hale. Derek Hale is the worst and Stiles hates him. But when Derek drags him to the yearly awards dinner within the company, he is forced to play boyfriend for the night to make Derek's ex jealous. Things couldn't get much worse...or so Stiles thought.

A Sterek fanfic. In an alternative universe, closeted, sixteen year old Stiles Argent feels like the outsider and is overshadowed by his more popular older sister, Allison. That all changes when he meets the brooding, mysterious Derek Hale who has ties to supernatural Native American folklore. As the two grow close, they must stop a menacing evil stalking the town of Beacon Hills, led by a sinister Alpha named Scott McCall and his pack.

When Stiles starts having strange dreams that start to meld with his reality, he can't tell if he's losing his mind or not and he begins to pull away from the pack in order to keep it from them. Luckily Derek and Scott are too concerned with the newest threat in town to worry too much with Stiles, at first. But as Stiles gets worse he can only keep hiding the truth from those closest to him for so long.

Deaton had always suspected a spark was buried deep within Stiles. When he proves it right he tells the alpha, Derek. Derek is in need of an emissary and Stiles would be perfect. But Stiles fights the spark within. He doesn't want to be tied to Derek forever, he hates the guy. Derek fights for Stiles but will Stiles fight for Derek?

Stiles is working on figuring out is Spark, or working on if he want to work on it. Either way, which ever he chooses, he will have to find his Anchor. All Sparks have an Anchor, all Anchors are shapeshifter. With all the supernatural beings in his life, he'll have to do a lot of thinking to figure out who it is.

Derek Hale keeps to himself mostly. After the Hale fire killed most of his family, he withdrew from most social groups. He lived with his siblings, who had evaded the fire, the oldest two raising the younger four. But when Laura and Damon are out of town on alpha business, trouble stirs throwing Derek head first into a mess he can't seem to get out of. Along the way he meets an odd pair, one of which catches his eye, despite his best efforts. Will he escape the tragedy he's now mixed in or will he suffer well?

When Derek gets a call that Stiles has been found unconscious in the woods, he rushes to the hospital only to find the man he loves more than anything doesn't remember who he is. What's worse is it seems to have been an attack, one Derek could have prevented if only he'd listened to Stiles. Started as a one shot that got a bit carried away.

When a triskelion appears on Stiles' skin one day, he's perplexed to find out that it means he's destined to be an emissary, but not just any emissary, the emissary of the alpha who's mark he bears, Derek Hale. The only problem is, he hardly knows the guy and doesn't trust him. Stiles keeps the mark a secret, hoping to prevent the inevitable. Meanwhile Derek is fighting a battle he can't hope to win and finds himself being drawn to the spastic human that reminds him too much of a past he'd rather forget. This is a rewrite of the one shot I wrote 'Triskelion'