#twhf

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Why must holy spaces always be dark spaces?

(I reread Til We Have Faces and it is up there as one of my favorite books still…)

[littleitaly94]

Realizing how self-centered my love and care for others is... I'll sacrifice my time and energy for my husband and my kids but the whole time I'm keeping a tally of all the nice things I've done and how much they should be grateful to me, and the moment they do something to offend me, the scoreboard comes out in my head and I tell myself what an injustice is being done to me. I wallow in self-pity and hold a grudge, and that's all the things love shouldn't be.

"Love does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrong-doing."

-1 Corinthians 13:5

A reminder for myself.

"To say that I was Ungit meant that I was as ugly in soul as she; greedy, blood-gorged." -Till We Have Faces, CS Lewis

"If there's anything that would immediately cool my 'active' love for mankind, that one thing is ingratitude. In short, I work for pay and demand my pay at once, that is, praise and a return of love for my love. Otherwise I'm unable to love anyone!" -Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Thank God for his mercy and grace, which he wants to extend to me and is only waiting for my to realize how desperately I need it.

"I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?" -TWHF, Lewis

"Avoid contempt, both of others and of yourself: what seems bad to you in yourself is purified by the very fact that you have noticed it in yourself." -BK, Dostoevsky

Lord help me to love without seeking validation for what I've done.

Help me not so much to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, and to be loved as to love. For it is in giving we receive, it is pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born into eternal life. Amen.

[one-fandom-became-all-fandoms]

For the lovely @sugareey-makes-stuff who wanted to see more Jeep/Camaro vibes, per their @teenwolfholidayfest wishlist. Enjoy!

Sincerely, @one-fandom-became-all-fandoms

[littleitaly94]

I've finally read Till We Have Faces and it is without a doubt forever my favorite book. I can't even describe how much I loved it. And I loved it so differently than I've lived other books. I just enjoyed every moment of it and wanted to take it in slowly. I wish I could erase my memory of it and start reading it all over again. I'd do that endlessly til the day I die.

[one-fandom-became-all-fandoms]

Sterek fic (1.1K) written for the squares “sharing ice cream” and “tears of joy” for my Warm and Fluffy Bingo. The getting-together fic is cross-posted on AO3. Written for @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers​ for the @teenwolfholidayfest​ 2022 event. Happy Holidays dude, hope I did it justice!

"Derek!" Laura hollered, barrelling into her brother's room, "Best thing ever—I just saw Stiles crying outside by the curb!"

A judgemental eyebrow raised. "How is that a good thing?"

"Duh dingle-dumb," she huffed, "it means he's single now."

"How do you figure that?"

"Must I spell everything out for you, meat-for-brains?" Laura's urgency grew as she crept closer, "Stiles doesn't cry unless 1) it's about his dad, 2) he learned some freaky fact about nature or 3) because Theo fucked up and made him cry."

She did speak the truth. Mr. Stilinski was fine, though. If he weren't, Stiles would've told Derek by now. Same went for his annoying habit of texting Derek gross facts about platypuses' anatomy.

Laura jolted him back to the present with a well-aimed punch to his bicep, "Now get your sorry ass up and make your move!"

Derek regretted telling Laura about his crush on the neighbor boy. Three years of keeping it to himself only to be pissed away in one fell swoop thanks to his "helpful" big sister.

She was right about one thing—Stiles actually was crying on the curb. And with both halves of the "best boyfriend" keychains he and Theo had, no less. Maybe they really did break up.

About damn time. Dude was no good from the get-go.

Derek approached the curb outside their adjacent houses with trepidation. What was he to say? 'Sorry you got dumped—go out with me instead?' Or better yet, 'He was a piece of shit that never deserved you, let's get some ice cream?'

Fat chance.

Watery doe eyes fell to the Hale boy before he could think of an excuse for skulking behind Stiles.

"Such a creeper."

At least something good came from Derek's stalker tendencies. For the briefest of moments, a smile flickered across his crush's face.

Stiles sniffled. Wiped his nose on his hoodie sleeve. "Come to gloat?" he asked, scooting over.

Derek hesitantly took the offered seat. Once settled against the concrete slab, he inquired, "Would it help?"

"No," Stiles snorted, "no 'I told you so's could help right now."

"Then I won't say it."

A sadder smile found Stiles. "How kind..."

The pair sat in silence. A siren echoed in the distance and Derek wondered if Mr. Stilinski was on patrol tonight. Stiles shouldn't have to be alone after his first breakup—his first real breakup, since the one week romance with Lydia in the third grade didn't count.

Derek was going to spew the classic, 'Do you want to talk about it?' line but Stiles beat him to the punch.

"I don't wanna talk right now."

The Hale boy also wanted to fall back on their usual banter and quip, 'You always wanna talk,' but didn't. Couldn't once he saw Stiles's knuckles turn white with how hard he gripped those tiny magnetic keychains.

Instead, what came out was, "Mom made lasagna."

Stiles's demeanor shifted. His semi-dry eyes landed on Derek. When the Hale boy gave a meek shrug and nod to his house, Stilinski started wailing again.

Before Derek could panic much, Stiles flung his arms around the boy in a tight hug—eyes damp once more with fresh tears.

"A-Are you okay?"

The Stilinski boy nodded roughly, watery words spilling between hiccups, "I just- really- love you guys!"

At least these tears weren't shed over that prick again, right?

Derek tried to explain away why his chest felt so fluttery-light in that moment.

Lasagna wouldn't be enough.

That was the excuse Derek whipped up in order to justify buying Stiles ice cream.

The pair meandered back home with sugary cones in hand. Stiles devoured his chocolate-dipped waffle cone in three minutes flat. Meanwhile, Derek gave up on eating more diabetes in a cup and passed Stiles the dish of Rocky Road halfway to their destination.

It wasn't until Stiles had scraped the sides clean of melted dairy that they discussed the boy's love life.

"I should've known it wouldn't work out."

"Don't be so hard on yourself."

Stiles pointed his plastic spoon at Derek, "You told me he and that junior kid looked pretty cozy."

Derek's hands burrowed further into his pockets. He shrugged, cheeks heating. "They did."

And they did. But it was also Derek's way of justifying his hatred for Theo. Derek swore that if he ever caught wind of the douchebag cheating, he'd knock his shiny teeth in.

Stiles laughed outright when Derek mentioned that he still would in a heartbeat. Between chuckles, Stiles claimed, "My hero."

The Stilinski house drew nearer with every stolen smile.

Derek wasn't ready to let go. He should say something, right? Something meaningful and smooth and not really pick-up-y but definitely sweet with sincerity and a dash of dependability.

Derek blinked.

Stiles was climbing the porch steps.

This was it.

"Stiles—"

"—I know, Derek."

"—I want you to know, that..." The senior stopped. Finally looked up into caramel candy eyes instead of worrying how they would look at him after he spoke.

Derek blinked again. "You know?"

The smile Stiles hid behind was soft. "I mean," he backpedaled, "I didn't know know, but. I had a hunch."

If they were talking about what Derek thought they were... "Laura?"

"No," Stiles shook his head. His cheeks pinkened as he suggested, "You should shut the window when you..." The teen's hand shook up and down until Derek could parse the obscene gesture's meaning.

Derek felt his face burn a cherry tomato blush of doom. He stuttered out an apology until Stiles cut him off.

"Nono, perfectly natural," the senior waved. "Plus I uh..." Stiles scratched his neck, "I've done some stuff," then his cheek, "thinkin' of you..."

The Hale boy blinked, his own flush forgotten in the face of his crush's honesty.

The paper cup in Stiles's hands crinkled under his grip. "Aren't you gonna say anythin'?"

Derek shook his head. Stiles dropped his own to his chest.

Derek ascended the porch steps. Stiles snapped upright.

Derek held his love's face between sweaty palms. Stiles closed his eyes and waited for a kiss.

The kiss never came.

Stiles squinted one eye open. Derek rubbed his thumb across an angular cheekbone.

"Can I kiss you?"

Stiles huffed, "Shut up."

Derek got kissed.

Laura took a million photos from her bedroom upstairs. It had the perfect angle to fully capture Stiles's hands on Derek's asscheeks.

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[one-fandom-became-all-fandoms]

Dear @teenwolfholidayfest

All I want this year is so many things ...

A digital icon / drawing / photo manip / etc. of Stiles or Derek (or both) wearing a silver collar

A comparison / pros & cons list / fight-to-the-death of all "fanon" versions of Laura Hale

Poly-ships fics (because there's a lotta love to go around this holiday season despite the previous item!)

Hale / Argent / Stilinski / McCall / Yukimura / Martin family feels (any forms appreciated, and double-bonus if the families interact with one another!)

Season 3 re-writes (S2/S3 summer gap scenes, fix-it fics, everyone!lives, deleted scenes, pack feels, parallels, romances cut too short / should've-could've-would've but never did - go crazy!)

Thank you so much!

@one-fandom-became-all-fandoms​ (and also on AO3)

[pendragonquotes]

Even if he lives, he will never have his mind again.

oural, ch17, book 1, till we have faces: a myth retold, c.s. lewis

[pendragonquotes]

You are indeed teaching me about kinds of love I did not know. It is like looking in a deep pit. I am not sure whether I like your kind better than hatred.

psyche, ch14, book 1, till we have faces: a myth retold, c.s. lewis