crack_van | In This Twilight How Dare You Speak of Grace by secondstar (explicit)

Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Length: 28714
Author on LJ:

secondstar
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read:Who doesn't love a good zombie apocalypse? Well, OK, it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I love a good apocalypse story and zombies are a particular favorite. (Go figure because zombie movies aren't really something I get excited about.) I can't be alone in my obsession because there are actually quite a few zombie stories out there in just about every fandom.

There are several particulars of this story that I appreciate. Watching Stiles slowly unravel from the pressure of assuming responsibility for their little band of survivors seems inevitable and is illuminating and painful to watch. I like that the relationship between Stiles and Derek pre-exists the apocalypse and doesn't come about as a result of pressure and despair. Derek becomes the voice of reason at times while often deferring 'alpha' status to Stiles. The fact that

secondstar doesn't shirk away from killing off regulars (all happens before the beginning of the story) is painful but gutsy. Not everyone we love is going to make it through the apocalypse. All in all, this is definitely one of my favorites.

“Mother fuck-” Stiles said as he rolled to the ground. There were zombies. Three of them. “Shit fuck, pieces of-” Stiles grabbed the walkie talkie.

“Deathstar this is Venom, code T-virus spotted, how copy?”

“Copy. How many?”

“Three,” Stiles whispered. “Send back up only.” Stiles said as he put the walkie away, then stood up. His bat was by the candy, still. He jumped over the counter, and ran. Derek was in full alpha form, with one of the Zombies already down. Stiles slid down the aisle, grabbing hold of his bat as Derek howled.

“Yeah, shut up, Derek,” Stiles yelled as he ran at it, swinging the bat as hard as he could. He heard a resounding crack of the Zombie’s skull as it caved in. It fell and Stiles beat it again, then again. Before he knew it, Derek was by his legs, pushing against him, corralling him away from the body. Derek was growling at the last zombie, his fur standing on edge. Stiles knew that, when Derek was the wolf, that he couldn’t contract the virus, or whatever it was that was turning people into zombies. Stiles knew that, as long as Derek stayed the wolf, that he would be okay. It didn’t save Boyd, though, or Isaac. It wouldn’t save Erica. They found that out the hard way.

So now, Derek was pushing Stiles away from the danger, he was protecting him even though Stiles knew he could kill it. Stiles lifted the bat, ready to beat the undead shit out of it when Derek pounced, his fangs bared. Stiles ran forward too, following Derek’s lead. As soon as Derek had the zombie on the ground. Stiles slammed his bat down on its head, blood splattering everywhere. As soon as Stiles dropped the bat, falling to his knees, Chris came bursting in, armed and ready. Stiles looked up at him, his heart beating fast, the adrenaline rush coursing through his body. Derek was leaning against him, sitting on his haunches, licking his face, licking the-

“Derek, stop,” Stiles whispered, pushing his muzzle away. Derek snorted, his nose pressing against Stiles’ neck. Stiles closed his eyes. “Didn’t need backup,” he said, sighing.

In This Twilight How Dare You Speak of Grace