‘Starts where 3B stops, with Kate attacking Derek in the loft. She kidnaps him to Mexico, and Stiles, Scott, and Lydia rush to find him before Kate can inflict too much damage. She inflicts enough, and Derek retreats into his mind to escape the horrors of his situation. The Derek they find is not the one that left Beacon Hills.’
This is truly an incredible fic. It’s written like poetry and never disappoints. Read it!
one of the least helpful things ive been told as a neurodivergent person is “don’t half ass things”
if you can quarter ass something, do it! if all you can do is clean a corner of your room, or only read one of the two assigned chapters, or write the heading for your resume, or put all the papers for taxes in a pile, do it! if today isn’t a whole ass day, take pride in the portion of ass that you were capable of
don’t let neurotypicals work ethic define how you did today
So @bashfyl linked me to this and it got me thinking about a world in which Stiles is what we thought he was leading up to in S2 – that his spark was something meaningful, that he’d end up becoming an emissary or a mage or something.
And while I was thinking (shh, yes, it happens), this image made me consider Stiles’ hoodies. Once he’s got his magic under control, nothing really changes much. He still uses his bat more than anything (and if it’s covered in runes that make it almost more magical than he is, that’s a whole other story) because magic has a price.
Do unto others is an idea that runs through most major religions, after all.
But when he has to take a stand, when too much blood gets spilled by his friends and family and PACK, Stiles puts down the bat. He puts down the bat and raises his hood, and that’s when you know that shit is about to get so fucking real.
The hood comes up and the wind starts to blow and clouds grow thick in the sky above the Preserve. Lightning crackles and the air gets almost too heavy, weighing everyone down. The wolves of the Pack scatter. It’s animal instinct to them – get out of the way of whatever this is. Run and hide.
Maybe whoever it is that got injured to the point that Stiles felt the urge to call forth his magic is still on the ground, whimpering and cringing into the soil, trying to escape through the earth. They all know, in the human part of their brain, that Stiles would never hurt them. But they can’t convince the instinct that’s from a time before humanity.
So Stiles, hood raised, fingers crackling with magic, gives their enemy one last chance. “Turn around,” he says, and his voice is Other. His eyes are dark – not like those supernatural shows on television, with the all-over black. Instead it’s like the light no longer shines on them or in them. They’re dull, glazed. If the eyes are truly the windows to the soul, Stiles has drawn the blinds over his.
“Walk away,” he offers, his lips starting to curl. Because they’re idiots, of course, they don’t.
They raise their weapons, they bare their teeth, maybe they face Stiles with their own fingers crackling with energy. But this is Stiles’ territory. This land knows him and has feasted on his blood. It is that bond with the earth under his feet that he calls upon.
It’s not showy, what he does. It’s horrifying. The land comes alive, the ground swallowing the pack’s enemies whole. It’s over too fast, in seconds, and as the energy leaves Stiles, he screams and collapses, deep gashes appearing on his leg.
The land is thirsty and wants its due for helping him.
Magic always has a price.
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“What are you doing?”
“Being adorable,” Stiles says, rubbing his cheek against the soft cotton of Derek’s t-shirt.
“How’s that going?” Derek says, unable to help a small smile at the sight of the dumbass currently wrapped around his middle. He reaches down to card his fingers through Stiles’ hair, he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop being happy Stiles grew it out.
“Fantastically. You smell really good, I don’t know if it’s your detergent or deodorant or just natural, but you totally smell like a hug.” Stiles emphasizes his point by squeezing his arms tighter around Derek’s waist, “is this what crack feels like?”
“How the hell would I know what crack’s like?”
Stiles attempts a shrug, “I dunno, I figured your rough and tumble days in the school of hard knocks that is NYC would’ve wizened you to the cruel ways of the streets.”
“You think I smoked crack?”
“Shh,” Stiles says, tugging up the hem of Derek’s shirt to expose his stomach, “your offendedness is harshing my cuddle mellow.” He nuzzles his nose into the dip of Derek’s belly button and Derek can tell he’s grinning. His suspicions are confirmed when Stiles looks up at him, beaming.
“Hey,” Derek says, gently tugging on a lock of Stiles’ hair.
“Hi,” Stiles replies before ducking his head to press a kiss to Derek’s stomach. He keeps kissing all over Derek’s open skin, feather light and giddy.
“Stop,” Derek says without much insistence, more focused on snaking his hand down the back of Stiles’ shirt.
“Why?” Stiles says in between kisses that are getting progressively longer.
“I’m ticklish.”
“Bull shit,” Stiles says, nipping at Derek’s ribs before soothing the skin with his lips.
“It’s true,” Derek says, keeping his voice level, “I’m violently ticklish, I’ve sought treatment to no avail. It’s incurable.”
“I can never decide whether you’re hilarious, or just a complete asshole.” Stiles keeps nuzzling his stomach either way.
“I thought you decided on both that time I flipped your mattress over to wake you up,” Derek says and starts to lightly scratch Stiles back.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that, you’re such a dick.” There’s no heat to his voice and Derek knows he’s getting sleepy.
“Good thing you’re such a fan then huh?”
“Oh, dick jokes. Wow, you’re so clever,” Stiles says around a yawn.
“Go to sleep, Stiles.”
Stiles nestles closer to Derek like he can burrow inside him, “okay. But only because you smell good.”
Sterek
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No profit, only fun. Derek, Stiles characters © Jeff Davis
- Who’s Gonna Take You Home And Hold You by Rena (T, 3k) “Right.” The guy clears his throat. “I’m Stiles.” Derek snorts. “Did she bully you into picking a ridiculous name, too?”Stiles gives him an indignant look. “It’s my real name actually. Well, not my real name real name,” he amends when Derek raises a judgmental eyebrow. “But trust me, you don’t want to know my legal first name. Over twenty years and my Dad still can’t pronounce it correctly. Hell, I’m not even sure I can pronounce it correctly, it’s a fucking monstrosity. Also, Miguel, you don’t have much room to talk, because I’m pretty sure you’re not actually of Spanish descent.”
- Valentine’s Day Candy in Aisle Four by linksofmemories (E, 9k) “It’s so commercialist, and all it does is bring people down who don’t have a special someone.” “Basically.” “Are you two seriously discussing your hatred of Valentine’s Day when a man with a gun is walking around the store?”
- The Curse Of Saint Valentine by llassah (E, 13k) There are a few werewolves, largely dismissed as crocks by the general population, who claim that Valentine’s Day has been commercialized by werewolves who have infiltrated the card publishing industry in order to give people an explanation for the intense increase in overblown futile romantic gestures at this time of year. Werewolves, on the second full moon of the year, are overcome with both an intense physical desire and the overwhelming urge to woo their chosen mate. Derek Hale’s struck down by the Curse of Saint Valentine. It’s not all bad.
- The Valentine You Need by lielabell (T, 2k) On February thirteenth, Stiles comes home to find a bright red envelope taped to the center of his apartment door.
- love wakes a dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere by decidophobia (E, 7k) “Anyway,” Stiles is saying, as Derek tunes in again. “Everyone’s busy and I don’t wanna spend Valentine’s being pitied by my dad, and you have your Forever Alone thing going on, so I figured we might spend Valentine’s being alone together.”
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