Stiles doesn’t really stop talking. There is always something to say, always something to get distracted by, even when he’s bouta get laid. But Derek is a good multitasker, somewhat listening AND making sure things are moving along, you know? Cause he loves Stiles and and and he’s horny.
“Hmm, really?” while he’s undressing Stiles.
“That’s interesting,” while he’s getting them to the bed.
“That is a fun fact,” right before he goes down on him.
“Do kanimas have scaly dicks. I don’t know, Stiles,” while he gets the lube and helps Stiles to his hands and knees. “No, I’m not gonna call Jackson and ask.”
“Yeah, I think you would be pretty as a wolf,” when he’s getting him open and ready.
Stiles’ words only die out when Derek finally pushes inside, his mind shutting off for a bit as Derek fills him up and wraps his body tightly around him.
It doesn’t take very long for that brilliant mouth to start moving again, but as long as Derek is fucking him into the mattress, Stiles can only really gasp and moan and make pretty noises that make Derek smile into his shoulder.
Derek has a rule. No one knows about this rule, but it's a rule he lives by. Every person he meets, their full name goes in his phone as their contact. You annoy him, or piss him off? He removes 1 letter. If you have enough transgressions that every letter is removed, and your name has disappeared, you're done. Relationship over. Goodbye. It's a rule that has served him well. Except now the single most frustrating and annoying person he's ever met just told him his full name: Mieczysław Genim Ałekzsandros "Stiles" Górski Stilinski. Derek might need a new rule.
everyone knows that derek loves stiles, for so many reasons, in so many ways. but you may not know all the ways stiles shows he loves derek back.
it’s in the little things, the way he cooks derek’s eggs or the brand of cereal he buys him (derek says it’s raisin bran, but it’s actually lucky charms). the clothes he buys him that bring out the color of derek’s eyes, the flowers derek mentioned that remind him of his mom. it’s the big things, like picking the perfect way to propose and the type of ring he buys derek. it’s the things in between, like hugging derek to greet him after work, kissing him softly in that way he likes, holding him after nightmares.
things derek never expected, but stiles feels he deserves no matter what. things derek never even told him, but stiles picks up on anyway. stiles commits these things to memory, acts on them just because he loves derek and wants to make life better for him, give him everything he wants and likes and more.
these things stiles has picked up on over the years, and as he settles on the couch after a long day with derek’s head in his lap and his eyes closed, stiles looks down at him with soft eyes and a softer smile, and watches as derek becomes more and more at peace, relaxed and blissed out and happy, as stiles runs his hands all over derek’s body and soothes him with his touch, and derek feels relief.
stiles starts by petting derek’s hair, running long fingers through it, scratching gently at his scalp. derek sighs and the beginnings of a smile form at his lips. then stiles touches his cheek, petting it with a thumb and brushing back and forth across the soft skin and the juxtaposition of the stubble close by. he rakes his fingers through the hair there, melding the oils of his skin into derek, mingling their scents, and he just knows the wolf in derek is preening.
he runs his thumb across derek’s sharp nose, booping the tip of it, and the corners of derek’s mouth twitch up.
so do stiles’.
he leans down and kisses derek’s forehead, then his temple, and sees derek’s body relax even further into him. he moves a hand down to derek’s henley-covered chest, rubbing over it gently while his other hand goes back to play with derek’s hair.
stiles watches warmly down at his husband, scans his face and knows, knows things about him he wants to always remember. knows that a gentle palm along derek’s neck will make him shiver; the cup of his hand around derek’s nape will make his eyes close in bliss. knows derek likes to be kissed softly, affectionately; that when he scrapes his teeth down that cord in derek’s neck, derek moans and writhes.
that biting his ear will make him whine, that kissing the spot behind it will make him sigh. that rubbing his shoulders will make derek feel taken care of, that petting and soothing down his bare back will work like a weighted blanket.
that derek likes his hand held, fingers interlaced or just cupped together, that he thinks it’s sweet when stiles loops his arm around derek’s. that placing a palm over derek’s heart feels like home, that he doesn’t like his stomach touched.
that he loves his thighs gripped while stiles is moving inside him, that he nearly cries when stiles does that thing with his tongue. that it feels cozy and domestic when stiles pulls derek’s ankles into his lap and hooks his fingers around them, digs his thumbs into the arches of derek’s feet.
stiles loves derek for so many reasons, so many, and does his best to be a good person not just for himself or the people around him, but so derek can have someone in his life who loves him so incredibly dearly, who does everything for him, with endless love and adoration. because derek has been through so much and is such a wonderful man, a wonderful wolf who stiles is so proud of, who he wants to pamper and kiss and hold and take care of, because derek deserves it, forever and ever.
and it’s not just for his protection, or his humor, or his courage, or his perseverance, or his body, or the love and strength he has for those around him, his kindness and choice to be a good person after all he’s been through. stiles loves all these things about derek, yes, but he loves his heart most of all, how warm and soft and good derek is, how much he does for others selflessly, how stiles feels so utterly honored to do the same for derek.
they deserve each other, and are true equals, and take care of each other always, above anything else, and that is why stiles loves derek and derek loves stiles.
one subtle detail in the book that i absolutely love is that the Hail Mary crew's names are written in their native language instead of being Americanized or transliterated. Grace is written as "Grace", Yáo is written "姚" and Ilyukhina as "Илюхина".
Its such an insignificant detail but i think makes the crew feel more diversified and also respects their cultural identity.
I think we forget that at the end of the day, Heated Rivalry is a story about two boys falling in with each other as they grow up. They both learned how to love from the other. They learned who they are together. They're childhood sweethearts in the purest sense of the word. They're just boys with crushes.
Ok but WHAT IF...Spark is the ancient name of Dragons? The spark that sets their souls into fire, the energy that gives them power, the flame that ignites their life. Their primal Spark.
When old friends of Kate show up to avenge her they kidnap the pack, chain everyone but Derek to the walls of an attic and prepare the gasoline. After seeing how the human of the pack looks at Derek the hunters decide to switch their tactics.
Why killing the wolf when you can torture them first by forcing them to watch as their apparent lover burns to dust?
What's a bit more of fire to a Hale?
So the hunters ignite the fire and throw Stiles on it. The pack cried, shouted and trashed to get free, desperation filling the space while the hunters laugh and celebrate their hunting.
But something is wrong
The banshee didn't scream
The human didn't melt
Next thing they know, a huge dragon is standing in the middle of the room
You can't burn a spark
Hunters on the other hand, turn our to be very flammable
Rocky dumbing down his speech for Grace only reinforces the idea that Grace is a kid in the other Eridians eyes and multiple conversations are happening at once..
Eridian scientist: why did they send a baby to space?!
Rocky: Grace is not a baby. He’s a fully grown human and you all need to respect that-
At the same time another Eridian: the human is thirty!! Are you COMPLETELY sure he’s not a child? He’s barely coordinated!
Rocky: Grace is very sick!! Of course he’s not coordinated you fucking idiot-
ALSO at the same time: did you not think to teach him how to understand us properly?? Let alone communicate with us.
Rocky: he doesn’t have the vocal cords for most of our sounds!! And we were WORKING on him being able to understand proper speech but he’s delirious?! The fact he’s conscious is a miracle-
Grace who is visible stressed and half covering his ears but also trying to listen: what’s going on?? I can’t hear you guys it’s too loud- Rocky what’s going on?!
Rocky: apology apology other Eridians ask dumb dumb dumb questions, Rocky tell Grace later. Grace sleep now Rocky handle.
Grace just nods with bleary eyes and knocks out almost immediately, and the other Eridians are giving Rocky the equivalent of a raised eyebrow in unison.
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