Stiles Stilinski fanfic He always had the Spark-flickering just beneath the surface, unnoticed by most, underestimated by all. But when the darkness came, it didn't destroy him. It changed him. Now there's something in him that wasn't there before. Something ancient. Something wild. Not quite light. Not quite shadow. And whatever it is... it's waking up. I do not own any of these characters

There's a never-ending list of things that Derek regrets in his life. Offering the Bite to a group of emotionally unstable teenagers, not putting Peter back into his grave immediately after he crawled out, anything involving Kate Argent. Now he can add taking advice from Stiles Stilinski to the list. Go track down the witch with Scott, he said. Commune with your Alpha on the hunt, he said. Finally grow a spine and ask him out, he said. Never again. Because now there's a child staring at him. A cherubic-faced child is frowning at him from the spot where Scott once stood. | Complete | 27,973 | Romance | Angst | Polyamory | This story includes de-aged Scott who is a cutie patoot, pining Derek, established Sterek, established Sciles, polyamory, open relationship, insecure Derek/Scott/Stiles, and angst with a happy ending.

Stiles is very oblivious. He is a nice enough guy to help out Malia with her math since she can't grasp the concept. He doesn't realize how this affects Derek. He is head over heals for Stiles, he even hints here and there but Stiles is just too oblivious. Even though he can't take a hint, he does like Derek just as much. Derek lets his jealousy take over one day when he sees Malia flirting with Stiles like crazy. What will Derek do and how will Stiles react? Will they resolve things or only make things worse on each other?

The Fast Life of Stiles Stilinski Stiles Stilinski has survived things that should've killed him - a 1,000-year-old spirit twisting his mind, sleepless nights filled with shadows, the kind of trauma no teenager should carry. But the worst wound doesn't come from a monster. It comes from the people he trusted. One afternoon, the pack calls a meeting. No explanation. No warning. And with a few careless words, they decide he no longer belongs. Kicked out. Cast aside. Left to pick up the pieces of a life he nearly died protecting. So Stiles walks away from Beacon Hills - not because he wants to, but because he finally understands he deserves better than being everyone's sacrifice. What he doesn't expect is that leaving will lead him straight into the arms of the people who will become his real family - the ones who choose him, fight for him, and refuse to ever let him fall again. This isn't a story about losing a pack. It's about finding a future worth staying alive for. ^Going to rewrite. Will keep some chapters but will be completely rewriting others.^