SPACCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (or the sci-fi equivalent)
In Other Words, Baby, Kiss Me (complete | 61,264 | NC-17)
Stiles has simple goals in life. To successfully complete his secret radar project without getting fired, to get a cottage on the Moon, and to untangle his mess of feelings for Moon Station 3 deputy, Derek Hale. Heck, he’ll even settle for two of the three.
Space Politics (series wip | 20,382 | PG-13)
Evil robots, basically. Sometimes Stiles regrets signing that nondisclosure agreement.
Ad Astra Per Tentaculum (oneshot | 11,973 | NC-17)
Space contains a multitude of different species, and Derek has seen and helped a lot of them in his time taking down branches of the slave-trade organization. But this is the first time he’s seen an Aloshrivnik. It’s not the tentacles that draw him in; it’s the goddamn eyes that stare at him without backing down.
"Stiles," it says to him. "My name is Stiles."
Space Pirate Samba (oneshot | 8,011 | PG-13)
That awkward moment when your fiance comes back from the dead as a space pirate trying to rob you and your sister’s ship.
only way to be sure (oneshot | 14,603 | PG-13)
Derek might hate stasis but he loves combat drops.
Just Glide (oneshot | 3,842 | NC-17)
When he finally lays eyes on Hale, Stiles is hovering upside down over the pilot console - which, thank god, is emitting a steady, soft light that says good things about its potential operating condition. The perspective screws with him a little, and Stiles has only got three weeks of basic medic training under his belt to beg
in with, but he’s pretty sure that the glazed look in Hale’s drooping eyes and the smear of red on the skin showing around the edges of his helmet are bad news
Tall Tales (oneshot | 6,065 | PG-13)
"We’ve got a whole month of time, your highness. And there’s only so many places you can go on a starship."