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Lock All The Doors Behind You Now - entanglednow (R)
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Length: 25959 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
entangled_now
Author Website: AO3
Summary: He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.
Why this must be read: If you're in Teen Wolf fandom, and you've never read anything by entanglednow, well, what are you still doing here? You should be reading already! If you're in Teen Wolf fandom and you have read some of her stuff, then you know how great she is.
Feral wolves is an interesting concept, and I'm always surprised it doesn't get used more often. Or maybe it does, and I just missed the fics, IDK. Whatever the situation, feral wolves is what this story is about. My favourite thing about it is probably how Stiles often has no idea what he's doing but he perseveres anyway, because it's important and someone has to do it. Also Derek is sometimes kinda cute with the grouchy stripped away. And lastly, I genuinely enjoy how they deal with the aftermatch and how it's not an immediate "OMG I LOVE YOU NAO" "NO I LOVE YOU" kind of thing. :)
"We found Derek." Scott doesn't sound happy. He sounds out of breath, and a little panicked, through the phone. There's a mess of noise in the distance that sounds like the dry, cracking splinter of wood, and then someone shouting. "Stiles you need to get here." Scott's moving, Stiles can tell by the jerky nature of his words. He also knows Scott well enough to know that he has no idea what to do.
Stiles fights his way out of the sheets, phone jammed between ear and shoulder, already trying to find his jeans, before his eyes have properly adjusted to the dark.
"Is he -"
"He's alive, we're at his house - just get here."
Scott hangs up, before Stiles can ask any questions.
Which is how Stiles ends up at the Hale house at four in the morning on a Saturday. The creepy burnt-out house in the woods is starting to lose some of its sinister allure due to familiarity.
"Scott?" Stiles calls his name before he realises that may be an epically bad idea. It may in fact be the worst idea ever, because there are werewolves who can hear the rustle of leaves from across town, and Stiles isn't even trying to be quiet. Though he feels like if this is the sort of situation that involved quietness, and things possibly trying to eat them, then Scott would have mentioned it. Only he probably wouldn't have. Scott is awful at need-to-know information. Which doesn't make Stiles feel any better about the fact that something is growling. Something is growling loudly enough that he can hear it from outside, the slow, lawnmower grate that sounds like it's coming from a huge animal that desperately wants to rip something apart. Stiles has no idea how he didn't hear it before.
"Stiles."
It's Scott's voice, quietly careful, as if he doesn't want to make too much noise, but Stiles thinks he can hear the thready note of panic anyway, and he's taking the porch steps two at a time, skidding through door frames.
"Stop. Don't move."
There's something about the desperate, hissed-out command that has Stiles freezing in place, foot still half-raised off the floor. Scott's pressed to the side of the door, looking like he's trying to mime a wince. He reaches out for Stiles's wrist, and doesn't relax until he has hold of it. His fingers are hot and sweaty.
The raw, deep growling is coming from the back of the room. Stiles can just make out a low, pale, folded-over shape in the very corner, the slices of half-moon light digging through the walls are just enough that he can pick out quick, jerky heaves of skin.
"Is that Derek?" Stiles whispers incredulously.
Lock All The Doors Behind You Now
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Length: 25959 words
Author on LJ:
entangled_nowAuthor Website: AO3
Summary: He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.
Why this must be read: If you're in Teen Wolf fandom, and you've never read anything by entanglednow, well, what are you still doing here? You should be reading already! If you're in Teen Wolf fandom and you have read some of her stuff, then you know how great she is.
Feral wolves is an interesting concept, and I'm always surprised it doesn't get used more often. Or maybe it does, and I just missed the fics, IDK. Whatever the situation, feral wolves is what this story is about. My favourite thing about it is probably how Stiles often has no idea what he's doing but he perseveres anyway, because it's important and someone has to do it. Also Derek is sometimes kinda cute with the grouchy stripped away. And lastly, I genuinely enjoy how they deal with the aftermatch and how it's not an immediate "OMG I LOVE YOU NAO" "NO I LOVE YOU" kind of thing. :)
"We found Derek." Scott doesn't sound happy. He sounds out of breath, and a little panicked, through the phone. There's a mess of noise in the distance that sounds like the dry, cracking splinter of wood, and then someone shouting. "Stiles you need to get here." Scott's moving, Stiles can tell by the jerky nature of his words. He also knows Scott well enough to know that he has no idea what to do.
Stiles fights his way out of the sheets, phone jammed between ear and shoulder, already trying to find his jeans, before his eyes have properly adjusted to the dark.
"Is he -"
"He's alive, we're at his house - just get here."
Scott hangs up, before Stiles can ask any questions.
Which is how Stiles ends up at the Hale house at four in the morning on a Saturday. The creepy burnt-out house in the woods is starting to lose some of its sinister allure due to familiarity.
"Scott?" Stiles calls his name before he realises that may be an epically bad idea. It may in fact be the worst idea ever, because there are werewolves who can hear the rustle of leaves from across town, and Stiles isn't even trying to be quiet. Though he feels like if this is the sort of situation that involved quietness, and things possibly trying to eat them, then Scott would have mentioned it. Only he probably wouldn't have. Scott is awful at need-to-know information. Which doesn't make Stiles feel any better about the fact that something is growling. Something is growling loudly enough that he can hear it from outside, the slow, lawnmower grate that sounds like it's coming from a huge animal that desperately wants to rip something apart. Stiles has no idea how he didn't hear it before.
"Stiles."
It's Scott's voice, quietly careful, as if he doesn't want to make too much noise, but Stiles thinks he can hear the thready note of panic anyway, and he's taking the porch steps two at a time, skidding through door frames.
"Stop. Don't move."
There's something about the desperate, hissed-out command that has Stiles freezing in place, foot still half-raised off the floor. Scott's pressed to the side of the door, looking like he's trying to mime a wince. He reaches out for Stiles's wrist, and doesn't relax until he has hold of it. His fingers are hot and sweaty.
The raw, deep growling is coming from the back of the room. Stiles can just make out a low, pale, folded-over shape in the very corner, the slices of half-moon light digging through the walls are just enough that he can pick out quick, jerky heaves of skin.
"Is that Derek?" Stiles whispers incredulously.
Lock All The Doors Behind You Now