#pixie!stiles

Something There Is by skoosiepants

There’s a solid wooden fence surrounding the backyard; a moderately-sized, flat piece of square land. Instead of grass, a flagstone path winds in between wild, tangled gardens, knock-out roses, towering crape myrtles, foxglove, bluebeard, hydrangea, overgrown ornamental grasses—weeds and wildflowers fill in all the spaces in between, and Stiles doesn’t plan on doing a single thing about any of them. The yard is fantastic. It’s wonderful. He can’t wait to strip out of his skin and make a burrow.

Or-

Stiles is a werebunny & Derek is his grumpy werewolf neighbor

Oh Deer by Fearful_little_thing

“Are you telling me you were following me because you want me for your mate?”

The concept seemed ludicrous, but the wolf smiled at him, eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine pleasure. “Would you consider a wolf for a mate?”

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Stiles wakes up in the aftermath of his heat to find himself in a somewhat disturbing situation, and inevitably winds up deciding that curiosity always wins out over self preservation instincts. Or maybe it doesn’t. After all, safety in numbers… or you could just mate with a wolf.

Don’t You Wanna Be My Sky? by WhoNatural

Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.

He just didn’t have the tan.

(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)

Only Human by Jenetica

“This is just what Derek doesn’t need right now. He has an omnipotent, omniscient being panting after him, while his sister and the rest of Starfleet Command are breathing down his neck, waiting for him to make a mistake. No. He can’t handle this, not right now. ‘Just… no.’”

Stiles is a lovestruck Q, and Derek is the poor schmuck that caught his eye.

turn off the lights and i’ll glow by novembersmith

The last thing he saw before everything went blue and dark was Scott’s red hoodie, and Stiles thought, as his limbs went shock-heavy and cold, and the bubbles started streaming around him, that he’d done something good with his life after all.

a dying breed that still believes by paxlux