Dead Space from the Helm of the Pop Rock by callunavulgari
Comfort’s the hum and vibration of a plasma-pulse F20 core engine in mid-hyperspace drive. Ease is the steady, oxygenated chill from the central air circulation vents on a tight and narrow sweep of the outer rim of the Tramontane galaxy. Reality is the taste of sparkling water and roasted almonds at moon-rise. He catches Derek’s eyes from across the bar and chuckles when the man raises an eyebrow, tapping his watch and holding up nine fingers.
Well, Stiles thinks, raising his glass in a sloppy salute. If he’s going to be stranded on a white-zoned planet with a penchant for bad music and the walking dead, at least he’s got a pretty face to look at.
The Hidebehind (This Town is Gonna Eat You)by auroradream🎯
Stiles stops in front of the how-to books and mutters under his breath, “DIY Plumbing? Resume Writing? Come on, where’s the stuff this town actually needs: Druids and You; Protective Circles for Dummies; How to Face a Coven and Still Graduate on Time?”
Listening discreetly at the front of the shop, Derek nearly knocks over a display rack.
“Even a flamethrower assembly guide. That might work.”
[An AU where Derek owns a Beacon Hills book store, and Stiles has a monster to kill.]
Silver Road by appolsaucy
They rolled through the darkness until Derek’s eyes gave up trying to pierce through it and he let himself float, nothing but summer breeze and Stiles and his heart in his throat. It was the freest he’d ever felt.
He turned to tell Stiles, who lurched over the console and kissed him.
That’s messed up. by countrygirlsfun 🎯
“So let me see if I got this right, my son was cursed by drunk witches who weren’t following the rules of cursing people.”
“Pretty much, yes.”
Or the one where Stiles is cursed and logic is abandoned.
Bravery is a Loaded Gun by LiviKate
“No, I’m not asexual, Stiles,” Derek said shortly.
The teen’s heart sank in his chest, his palms going clammy and his neck prickling with the familiar feeling of rejection.
“So then it’s,” Stiles swallowed, throat clogging, unable to give voice to the facts he would much rather ignore. The silence grew between them, growing tense the longer it was left. For the first time in years, Stiles couldn’t speak. The weight of inadequacy held down his typical stream of useless banter. What does one say in this sort of situation? ‘I’m sorry you don’t find me attractive?’
Against the Edge of the Sky by sahbeL
He and Stiles just didn’t drift in the same orbit these days. Derek could probably count with two hands the number of times he’s seen the younger man in the past four years. And half of those times Stiles hadn’t even seen him back.
And no, he hadn’t really noticed the absence.
Or, the future fic where Stiles has become a BAMF and no one in the pack noticed because he’s a sneaky little shit and didn’t tell anyone until it ends up blowing up in everyone’s faces.
Tell me what Pack Means by afullrevolution 🎯
Fourteen days into a two year mission, Stiles finds out that his companion for the voyage is a werewolf. Stiles wants to know what it means.