Stiles is going to NYU and ends up working for Sherlock and Joan.
This started when an anon on tumblr randomly asked me about crossing the two verses. I laughed it off, but the thing is…I was drunk. So then I wrote some of the wackiest crossover ever. And then it became a drunken tradition, and the fic had no name but I tagged it as ‘that fic i only write when i’m drunk’ and kept writing more. I’m done with the verse now, so I figured I’d get it up on AO3. I’ve done…no editing on this. Seriously. I wrote it when DRUNK OKAY. Please keep that in mind.
Re: the BDSM tag. There is nothing explicit. References made to Sherlock’s canonical sub tendencies. Dynamics presented between Derek and Stiles and referenced after that.
When a significant portion of the Beacon Hills Preserve ends up coated in three entire inches of snow, the pack looks into it. If by looking into it one means packing a bunch of garbage bags and huge Tupperware lids into the back of Stiles’ Jeep to go look for a decent sledding hill. Things go sideways, because of course they do.