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crack_van2013-05-03 08:35 am
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Find It In Our Hearts - Regann
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: eventual Derek/Stiles
Length: 103,000 epic length for the weekend!
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
regann
Author Website: At AO3
Why this must be read:
Kid!Fic is a staple in every fandom and of the many that have been posted in Teen Wolf this is my favorite. It's long, plotty, suspenseful VERY suspenseful, and a pure joy to read.
Except...
Except...
There was the scent on Stiles's clothes that smelled like kin to both him and Peter, the same smell that his human cousins had carried, the one that made Derek want to curl up in it forever. It wasn't something he could mistake, even after missing it for half a dozen years, and it wasn't something he thought a human could fake, even if they had a reason to. It was what had set him off in the first place, had put the uncomfortable burn in his gut that there was something to investigate, something he needed to hunt down and understand. He'd done that, he had his smoking gun right there in his hand, clinging to the red cotton he'd long since shredded beneath his nails but he still didn't want to believe it.
And maybe he could keep disbelieving what his own instincts were telling him, the way they were screaming it at him since he'd first caught the scent of Claire on Stiles's skin, but then he'd seen her and somehow it was even more telling than the scent because in the brief moment she'd looked his way, the little girl -- Argent or not -- had looked back at him with his mother's hazel eyes, the same ones that had greeted him across the table every morning for the fifteen years, the same ones he saw in his own mirror every day.
It didn't matter how much the truth hit him like a knife to the gut, or an alpha's claws digging through his organs; there was only so much denial in the world and Derek couldn't ignore both his own intellect and the howls of his wolf. There was only one conclusion that made sense, no matter how terrifying, how horrifying, how enormous it was to even contemplate.
Derek stayed in the woods long into the night, until the glint of sunrise washed pink and red over the eastern sky, thinking.
When he walked out of them, he was resolved.
Find It In Our Hearts
Pairing: eventual Derek/Stiles
Length: 103,000 epic length for the weekend!
Author on LJ:
regannAuthor Website: At AO3
Why this must be read:
Kid!Fic is a staple in every fandom and of the many that have been posted in Teen Wolf this is my favorite. It's long, plotty, suspenseful VERY suspenseful, and a pure joy to read.
Except...
Except...
There was the scent on Stiles's clothes that smelled like kin to both him and Peter, the same smell that his human cousins had carried, the one that made Derek want to curl up in it forever. It wasn't something he could mistake, even after missing it for half a dozen years, and it wasn't something he thought a human could fake, even if they had a reason to. It was what had set him off in the first place, had put the uncomfortable burn in his gut that there was something to investigate, something he needed to hunt down and understand. He'd done that, he had his smoking gun right there in his hand, clinging to the red cotton he'd long since shredded beneath his nails but he still didn't want to believe it.
And maybe he could keep disbelieving what his own instincts were telling him, the way they were screaming it at him since he'd first caught the scent of Claire on Stiles's skin, but then he'd seen her and somehow it was even more telling than the scent because in the brief moment she'd looked his way, the little girl -- Argent or not -- had looked back at him with his mother's hazel eyes, the same ones that had greeted him across the table every morning for the fifteen years, the same ones he saw in his own mirror every day.
It didn't matter how much the truth hit him like a knife to the gut, or an alpha's claws digging through his organs; there was only so much denial in the world and Derek couldn't ignore both his own intellect and the howls of his wolf. There was only one conclusion that made sense, no matter how terrifying, how horrifying, how enormous it was to even contemplate.
Derek stayed in the woods long into the night, until the glint of sunrise washed pink and red over the eastern sky, thinking.
When he walked out of them, he was resolved.
Find It In Our Hearts