Stiles blinks. "Right, the reading room. Do you have your, uh ...library card?" he asks. He's never been able to make that sound normal and not vaguely dirty when he actually means wand. (A Potterverse AU in New York City)

After a month of going to bed alone, Derek has had enough. “A bedtime?” Stiles asks, brow furrowed and face unbelieving. Derek gives a firm nod, arms crossed in front of him as he stands in front of Stiles, in a worn tank top and sweatpants. He knows Stiles is going to brush this whole thing off and think Derek’s being ridiculous, but when he finds out the consequences, he’ll learn.

And that was how Stiles accidentally became a New York Times bestselling author. (And solved a mystery, and got to date Derek Hale, and adopted some kittens along the way. It was a busy month.)

This story was written in 2015 and has not been updated or edited since. Sterek Stiles meets Derek at a college party. Does the werewolf/human relationship actually workout?

In the works of being edited :) Chapters 1-20 are rewritten. Chapters 21-34 are not yet rewritten and have been saved as drafts.

**Starts at Season 2, Finale and will kind of/kind of not follow the story line.** "Who said I was leading you on?" I asked him. Then I kissed his cheek once again. "This would be leading you on..." I turned his head to face mine, with the palm of my hand and I pressed my lips to his. |°|°|°| "Look, I'm all yours." He said, his eyes shining. He shook his head and walked away. "What do you mean?" "I'm yours. And I want it to stay that way, Der." He said quietly. I smiled. Genuinely smiled. "Good." I replied, still smiling.

Beacon Hills was split into two separate towns, but why? Updated on Thursdays

Stiles is a Spark but he has no idea. He saved some of the Hale pack from the fire years ago. His father dies in a police shooting and Stiles gets dumped into the foster system. After years of fighting the system he gets the shock of his life. He ends up at the Hale House. Sterek, SparkStiles. *** all characters and beacon hills belongs to teen wolf I hold no copyright of them

"Scott... I, I- I have cancer." I say, shutting my eyes, waiting nervously for his reaction. "What?" He asks, in disbelief. "Yeah, I have-" "Don't say it again, Stiles!" He snaps, cutting me off. New Stiles story!! Sorry if I offend anyone who's gone through anything like this with my lack of medical knowledge, I have tried to research as much as I could, but have never experienced something like this so I tried my best to imagine it. Enjoy!!:)