Jul 5, 2014
When Stiles starts pulling down Derek's burnt-out house, Derek finds himself letting him. He doesn't know why.
Wherein Stiles and Derek are both broken and doing more damage might just be what they both need to move on.
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When Stiles starts pulling down Derek's burnt-out house, Derek finds himself letting him. He doesn't know why.
Wherein Stiles and Derek are both broken and doing more damage might just be what they both need to move on.
It’s with startled surprise that Derek looks at the person in front of him, this skinny kid in his father’s clothes, and sees a burgeoning adult. Someone who has saved Derek’s life on more than one occasion, who has lied to his father - his only remaining family - to protect his friend, to protect Derek. Someone who wears his heart on his sleeve in the hopes no one will notice the gaping hole in his chest, a clown who amuses to deflect. Stiles, who gets beaten up for his friends and makes nothing of it, tells no one, who tries to save people because they are pack, even though that pack isn’t his. Who sacrifices himself because the girl he is in love with loves someone else, and her being happy is more important than him being so.
Spark, Smolder, Catch by qthelights
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qthelights replied to your post “one thing teen wolf has consistently gotten right from day one: no...”
I mostly agree, although there was that time they killed Heather after she wanted to de-virginise..
oh yes, def an argument for classifying that as one. (though i think that character would be just as dead if it were a dude. stiles' virginity at this point is a holy grail for tw....)
cupc8keblonde replied to your post: qthelights replied to your post: serious question...
Just FYI feel free to keep writing the steamy stuff - you do it SO FUCKING WELL
oh gosh thank you!! I love writing it so it's definitely a bonus if people enjoy reading it
qthelights replied to your post: qthelights replied to your post: serious question...
I often feel terribly let down if a fic doesn’t have some sex0rs in it somewhere. It’s terrible, and i’m working on it ;) But yeah, to me it opens up so much more emotional range.
I feel the same way. usually I only read anything below an M rating by accident, haha... clearly it's something that I, too, need to work on
qthelights replied to your post: TWoof 3.03 recap (just a short one this time)
I found her glassy-eyed “my hero i love you look” when Derek “rescues” her a bit much because she was quite capably badass moments before.. but all in all, i could be sold on it. eventually.
i wasn't entirely sure how to take that scene (mostly because i'm 1000% sure i'd have the same look after coming face to face with a bloody, broken hoechlin) but that aside i've liked what we've seen of her so far. this show needs so many more badass women. let's hope jennifer blake gets to be one of them.
qthelights replied to your post: serious question how do people wr...
I think I’ve written about 2 our of 80 fic in my fandom life that haven’t had an explicit rating.. it’s just what I enjoy, I like the emotional pay off of it (ironically, perhaps…)
I know exactly what you mean! I mean I guess kissing might be pay off, but... I don't know, there's just something really satisfying about the more steamy stuff
“You’re wrong,” Stiles says after a long pause. He’s quiet but defiant, chin jutting out and jaw clenched and Derek shoves down the way he feels almost proud of him. “A home isn’t in walls, it’s in people, in memories. This isn’t a home, Derek,” he says and hits at the nearest piece of wood he can find with the heel of his palm.
The impact dislodges a chunk of the wood and it thuds onto the floorboards, scattering into a litter of charcoal. Derek stares at it and so does Stiles. He can feel his own pulse throbbing in his neck and the rush of blood is deafening.
It’s instinct, but unexpected, and when he roars, the full power of his canine vocal chords resonating and diaphragm pushing out the noise, it’s loud. The few birds that were still in the immediate vicinity, hunkered down and puffed up to avoid the wet, take flight, flocks of starlings and sparrows arcing into the air. And then there is silence. Stiles startles, jumping fair out of his skin, but he stays in place. Derek doesn’t know if he’s frozen in fear or stupid, but there he is. Standing there, watching him.