Hey sweetie! Sorry that you had to wait! Here are a few suggestions:
Check the Categories on my blog! You will find some fics under the tags “FBI AU”, “Police/Detective AU” and under additional tags you can find “Full Wolf Shift” Fics ☺️
Here are some handpicked recs for you! Some have deputy!Derek others have wolf!Derek or fullshift!Derek and some have a mix of all three. Enjoyyy!
Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves)
Summary: Or otherwise known as “Derek Goes to the Doctor,” wherein Derek gets the therapy he so desperately needs and gets healthy. The clearer his head gets, the more room it seems to have for Stiles.
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Are you lost?
Summary: He finds a teen walking middle of the road, on a lonely stretch of road and he founds himself wanting him.
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We All Deserve Love
Summary: Stiles makes a dumb mistake, and ends up bringing work (and trouble) home.
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All Stirred Up
Summary: Derek’s first duty as a new deputy is the early morning coffee run to The Leaky Carafe, and it’s not long before he discovers that the quirky barista has a knack for making the perfect drink. Every time. Even before you order.
But is it intuition, luck or magic that has all Stiles’ customers leaving happy?
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CSI: Beacon Hills
Summary: Back when Stiles was in high school Beacon Hills didn’t have a crime lab, because they simply didn’t need one. Those were the days.
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All The Better To See You With
Summary: In which Derek has to deal with the fact that his mate is a blind teenager, and learns to really see Stiles instead of just looking at him. There’s more to a person than what they can’t do.
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Ssshhh! (or the voice in my head will have to shout)
Summary: Things in Beacon Hills are always weird, but Deputy Derek Hale is pretty damn sure he’s getting the brunt of this week’s insanity. There’s a serial killer in town getting their kicks by posing people weirdly and maybe the local coven is to blame. His mom’s setting up his sister with his new boss’s cute son. There’s some guy talking in his head. Oh, and his heat kicks in, four months too early. Also: he’s pretty sure cell phones are the worst thing on the planet.
This is Derek Hale’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. All he wants is to enjoy his new apartment in peace. But you can’t always get what you want. And if he tries real hard, will the voice in his head help him get what he needs?
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Can I Steal You?
Summary: One day Derek will learn how to not be affected by a cheeky, barely legal, pick-pocketing brat. Today is not that day.
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What I Did On My Summer Vacation
Summary: There’s something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can’t quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.
There’s something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.
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Wolf in the House
Summary: “What? It’s totally an improvement. He’s not scowling, or dating bad guys, or slinking around in unsanitary places. Still a bit paranoid, but what can you do. At least he’s a lot easier to get along with when you can buy his affections with ear rubs.”
“And you always wanted a dog,” Sheriff added wryly.
“And I always wanted a dog.”
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The Wolf That Heard Crying
Summary: There was someone in Derek’s house. He was on his way back from a hunt, licking blood from his muzzle when he heard the sound of smashing wood coming from inside. Derek snarled quietly, leaping up onto the back deck without a sound. He paused in the doorway to the living room, eyes burning red in the dim light. The boy whacking the wall with a moldy piece of timber was different than the ones who had come before. He wasn’t laughing, wasn’t enjoying himself as pieces of rotten flew from both the wall and the wood in his hands. He smelled of sadness and desperation and anger, and when the piece of wood in his hands finally splintered the boy sank to his knees and cried.
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Tag: wolf!derek
so okay, just picture this for a second real quick
derek shifting into wolf!derek on the back porch of the rebuilt hale house with stiles by his side, and their daughter giggling next to them, clapping her small hands together because “daddy went doggy!”
derek can’t even feel any form of irritation about the fucking dog joke because it came from his daughter, who is happier than ever, making grabby hands at stiles, squealing “up, up, up!”
and derek, just, he’s fucking wagging his tail for fuck’s sake because how could he not when he has everything in the world right there next to him: his daughter wrapping her arms around his furry neck, giggling in his ear, stiles absolutely beaming at the both of them, looking dazed and awed, eyes full of absolute love
derek can’t help but whine, overwhelmed with all the fucking emotions, and just butts his big head against stiles’ stomach, trembling when he feels hands so familiar slide over the top of his head, scratching and rubbing just behind his right ear
a huff of air leaves derek as if he’s trying to explain everything in that one breath, and stiles, stiles just knows, understands the meaning, and whispers back with a knowing smile on his face, “i know, big guy. we love you, too.”
Morning patrols are what Stiles likes best. Statistically, Saturday mornings are the least likely time for Beacon Hills to be under attack by big bads – according to Lydia – so that’s the time the pack elect for Stiles to do his solo patrol. He’s only a little bit offended by the insinuation that any other time would be too dangerous for him to be stumbling around the woods alone. Stiles thinks the pack sharp forget who it is who always has to go rescue their alpha.
Crisp, crunching leaves crumble under his boots as he walks his way down the dirt road. The air is bitterly cold and it stings Stiles’ nose, tuning it as red as his rose, frost pinched cheeks. He sniffs shrugs further into his winter jacket and burrows his aching face into his scarf. It’s warm and cosy, made from some special type of wool that Derek had yet to reveal the origin of and when Stiles breathes in, despite being very much human, he can smell the scent of home.
There’s a rustle in the leaves from Stiles’ right side but he doesn’t whip around to look; he knows who it is. It isn’t unusual for Derek to tag along on this patrol and as far as Stiles is aware, the wolf doesn’t pay any of the other pack members the same time of visit on their patrols. At first, Stiles had thought Derek was keeping an eye on him since he was such a delicate human who couldn’t take care of himself and needed to be guarded and protected but now Stiles isn’t so sure.
Derek had bought Stiles a scarf – no, Derek had made Stiles a scarf. It was red – “Like your hoodie.” – with beautiful tones of russet brown weaved through – “Like your eyes.” – and blue tassels that Derek’s cat likes to bat at whenever Stiles comes over for pack meetings.
“Blue is just pretty.”
Stiles smiles into his scarf as Derek brushed up against his leg, his dark coat comforting against the cool weather. He had never mentioned blue being his favourite colour in front of Derek which means the alpha had had to ask. He’d probably asked Lydia, braving her all knowing side eye just so he could knit Stiles a scarf for Christmas. It was sickeningly sweet and Stiles can’t help but think it means something in the same way he thinks maybe Derek joining him on patrols means something to. He can’t know for sure, but that’s what he thinks.
The pair walks in silence for most of Stiles’ rounds. It’s not like they could talk even if they wanted to what with Derek being in his wolf form and everything. He would have to shift back for proper conversation which would mean full nakedness and there’s a thought.
Stiles holds out his hand and buries it in Derek’s coat, letting his gloved fingers delve deep into the jet black fur, sweeping them along the bumps of Derek’s spine and making the wolf keen. He leans into Stiles for more and the boy smiles, happy to oblige.
There’s no doubt in Stiles’ mind that if they weren’t alone, that if the pack were in even hearing distance, Derek wouldn’t allow these touches, this intimacy. This is a private thing, a thing for just the two of them and that doesn’t bother Stiles one bit.
He doesn’t know if this means anything to Derek, but to Stiles it means everything.
-All the better to protect you with, my dear.
@mommalosthermind : “can we see wolf!derek on a run with stiles on his back?”
Sure!
don’t be such a sourwolf
#inlair #lickwounds #hesuchasourwolf #gloomyface #lovemydog #stilesfuckingwolvestamer #yep
smth like: “Dude! U’re not helping!”^..^
I like the idea of Derek stuck in a wolf form and Stiles lending him assistance *wigglin’ eyebrows*
Took a hot minute, but it’s done. I fussed with this a lot, however, I’m good with the over all colors and what not.
More stiles with wolf!derek
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