A Hale for the Holidays – rlnerdgirl
Derek/Stiles
38,095 words
“I sent you a Christmas card that got sent back to me. Did you get a new apartment?” his dad wonders. The question is all suspicion and little anything else.
A flicker of an idea sparks. It’s not nearly formed well enough for him to say, “Yeah, actually,” and when he follows that with, “I moved in with someone,” he wants to punch himself in the face. He’s living with someone?!
“You’re living with someone?” It’s the same voice and tone as the one in Stiles’ head, just thirty years older.
Two things keep Stiles from bashing his face onto the table: there’s a steaming cup of coffee in the way and, more importantly, his dad will definitely hear. Someone passes by in front of him and a semi-familiar book cover catches his eye. “Derek Hale,” he muses, and stops. No. That wasn’t meant to be out loud.
au: author, au: college, au: no powers, Christmas, fake relationships, misunderstandings, only one bed
It’s Happening – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
61,370 words
Derek stopped listening to him, brain going a mile a minute.
Derek, it’s fucking happening!
Derek, please!
He would recognize that fucking voice anywhere.
Two years. Two fucking years had passed, and now this little shit was standing in front of him, speaking his name, and grinning like an idiot.
“It’s you,” Derek said, earning him a confused look from Stiles. “The phone call. Two years ago. It was you.”
au: college, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, mystery, only one bed, PTSD, roommates, slow burn, time travel
Puzzle Pieces – isthatbloodonhisshirt
Derek/Stiles
89,402 words
“Okay.” Stiles glanced at his phone, wincing at the battery being close to ten percent. It was probably time to call Scott. Turning off the flashlight, mostly to save battery and kind of freaking out over how dark it was—though the half-moon reflecting off the snow helped a bit—he opened his contacts with shaking hands and scrolled through to Scott’s name. Once he hit it, he put the phone to his ear, looking around, and froze.
The phone rang in his ear, but his eyes were locked on something big and moving through the trees.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
If that was a fucking bear, Stiles was fucked!
The line kept ringing and ringing, but Scott didn’t answer. Eventually his voicemail picked up and Stiles very slowly lowered the phone and hung up without looking, eyes still on the dark shape in the trees. He glanced down for only a second to turn on the flashlight function again, then lifted it ever so slowly upwards, and felt his breath freeze in his lungs.
It was a wolf.
It was a motherfucking wolf.
alternate universe, au: ski resort, au: soulmates/soulmarks, mates, misunderstandings, only one bed
In the Darkness, Be My Light – GoldenDaydreams
Chris/Peter/Stiles
11,309 words
Stiles isn't leaving Beacon Hills for good. He just needs a break, and he knows where to go.
hurt/comfort, kink: praise, mutual pining, only one bed
Playing Pretend – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
10,669 words
“Anyway, with this dinner and the whole plus one thing, everyone’s expecting to meet my boyfriend so I need you to come out for a weekend and pretend we’re dating.”
Derek didn’t hesitate in his response. “No.”
“No?” Stiles sputtered.
“No,” he repeated, enunciating clearly and taking a bite of his burger.
“Come on, Derek!” Stiles exclaimed loudly, throwing both hands in the air. “I need your help!”
alternate universe, au: college, fake relationships, only one bed
