#bb!derek

Where Clouds Roll By by ohanotherday (T, 22k) Derek gets de-aged, physically *and* mentally, and immediately gravitates towards Stiles instead of his pack. Why? Because he can sense that everyone else (Scott, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, etc.) is a werewolf (or were-something, in Jackson’s case), and his family taught him not to trust unfamiliar weres when he was on his own. He can also sense that Allison’s a Hunter or connected to them somehow, (maybe she smells like wolfsbane? w/e). So Stiles ends up having to take care of him until he’s back to normal. In the meantime, bb!Derek gets very protective of Stiles, and adorable shenanigans ensue.

overcome by ordinary contentment by dogeared (G, 1k) In which there are sandwiches and naps and an epic game of tag.

won't you please (be my little baby) by stilesinwonderland (T, 14k) Twenty minutes after his dad drives off to the store to buy milk, Stiles answers the door wearing wooly Batman pajama pants and a ratty t-shirt, only to find a baby seated on his front porch. “Oh no.”

untitled by bleep0bleep (G, 1k) Which is how Derek finds himself a week later, staring at a laptop at a video of his four-year-old self talking solemnly to the camera. "When I grow up, I’m going to marry St-Stiles," baby Derek says sincerely, looking up at the camera with a shy smile. "When I grow up, I’m going to marry St-Stiles," baby Derek says sincerely, looking up at the camera with a shy smile.

I feel like I know exactly which one you're thinking of but I think the ficlet is on tumblr somewhere and I don't remember where/who wrote it right now. Have a reclist of Sterek fics canon-divergent from S401 or S402.  

Hold On, Hold Tight (make it through another night) by callunavulgari (T, 3k) “You feel important,” Derek finally blurts out, the tips of his ears going red the second the words are out of his mouth. Stiles blinks at him. “What?” Baby-faced Derek bites his lip again, which is… distracting. “Something is wrong,” he finally says, slowly. “I don’t know what, because none of you are telling me anything—” and ah, there’s a hint of the old Derek. Stiles would recognize that scowl anywhere. “—but I know that everything smells wrong. And that I can’t feel mom anymore. I can’t feel anyone, except for you.”

anything that's dead shall be regrown by blueinkedbones (T, 38k, WIP) “What do you want?” Derek asks. “If—if this is some kind of treaty thing, my alpha—” He takes in the sudden dropped gazes of most of the circle. “What?” “Derek,” the guy with the hands says. He's still got his hands out, kind of reaching, kind of catching, kind of dropping to his sides. His voice is calm, but his eyes are too bright to sell it, and his heartbeat is out of control. “Are you—Do you know who we are?” Derek swallows, thinks. If this is a treaty thing, another pack thing, why would they care about him? He's not even the alpha-in-training, he's nothing. Mom doesn't even bother explaining most werewolf politics to him. He knows most of it from Laura, Peter, from passing packs who used to think it was cute to tell the youngest beta their complicated histories and have it repeated back to them around still-awkward fangs. Now that's Cora, and not recently, either—She says she's too big to play kid games. “No,” Derek decides. “Should I?”

The Time Traveler's Prerogative by weathervaanes (E, 9k) After the events of "117", Derek doesn't magically transform back into his twenty-five-year-old body. Instead, he's stuck as a sixteen-year-old for an unknown amount of time. So the pack has to learn to deal with it. Stiles looks down at his hands and considers it. “If we could time travel, like my dad said,” he starts, “if you could find Derek in my dad's office wrapped up in my dad's coat with his face all full of ash not even able to look his sister in the eye, and you could be there for him, and not leave him alone, and not let him take the fall for everything Kate did to him, would you?”

Latch by ADevilIsHungry (E, 2k) Stiles indulges the cocky kid with his flirtations, but also with a fully outfitted iPhone—the two of them trading music and YouTube videos and what Derek strongly suspects are dick pics. It’s really touch and go, but so has everything been this fall. For fuck’s sake, they found him in a crypt in the desert folded around a younger copy of himself and that wasn’t even weird enough to merit a freak-out from any of them.

Hormonally Yours by Nokomis (G, 1k) Stiles is on a stakeout with adorably teenaged Derek. Makeouts happen.

Lips on the Bow by lips_on_the_bow (T, 4k, WIP) Episode tag/canon divergent from 4X02. Derek claimed Stiles as his mate after the Kanima paralysis, but Stiles doesn't know. So when Derek, freshly de-aged, recognizes him immediately, everything comes to light.

Bandaids by Horribible (M, 2k) None of them are certain how it happened. None of them are certain how to change him back. None of them are certain how to break the news. So Derek takes care of the little hurts, and puts the pieces together over time.

No Need For Control by hitokiri (E, 1k) De-aged Derek won't take any of Stiles's crap. His tolerance is worse than older Derek's.

innocence returned by tryslora (T, 2k) When Derek wakes up in an unfamiliar place, he goes to find Stiles. When Stiles is faced with a once-again teenaged Derek, he doesn't quite know what to do.

Sterek Week // sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ: ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴇ sᴛᴇʀᴇᴋ

This is the best headcanon I've ever heard. I bet Derek had a binder full of Digimon cards and would be the one of the kids on the playground who played and was super obsessive about it.

THIS IS THE SWEETEST FIC EVER I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IT IS

Little Dumplings by DevilDoll (G, 8k)

They spent their days playing games Miss Blake taught them, and taking naps on their squishy mats, and learning how to write their names and how to count things. Sometimes they argued over toys until Miss Blake reminded them they had to share, and sometimes someone (Jackson) cried over who got a bigger cookie at snack time, but for the most part, they all got along. It was very peaceful and fun.