Beltane - DevilDoll (NC-17)
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Length: 8245 words
Author on LJ: devildoll
Author Website: AO3
Summary: "Watching Stiles heal someone has always been a little uncomfortable for Derek, like he's seeing something intimate and private that shouldn't have an audience. That's nothing compared to how it feels." This is an AU in which Stiles has magical healing powers.
Why this must be read: I remember with perfect clarity when I first read this fic. My immediate reaction was "Holy shit." and then "I need to read that again", which clearly makes it an excellent rec. The story paints a complete and really interesting picture, and manages to fit in a lot of backstory without going into paragraphs of dry explanation.
DevilDoll is a fantastic writer in her own right (let's be real, all of the authors I'm reccing are) but this story stood out to me in particular for the different way it dealt with a popular trope (magical!Stiles) and the UST. Magical!Stiles stories are often about the way Stiles learns to deal with magic, but in this story he already has. And the UST, well, I don't need to say more than that it's a m a z i ng.
I swear, if you haven't read this before, you won't be disappointed.
"Shhh," Stiles says, in a completely different tone of voice than he used with Scott, and gently rubs a hand over Derek's wet hair. Derek can't help the grateful sound he makes. He's hurting so bad, and even if Stiles can't help him, just seeing him, hearing his voice, letting the familiar smell of him crowd out the stench of his own blood, is a comfort. Despite his earlier protests, if Derek had to choose someone to be here with him while he--right now--he'd choose Stiles.
"Call me if you need to," Scott says, and is gone in an instant.
Stiles takes a deep breath and holds his tattooed hands over Derek's stomach, fanning his fingers out.
"I don't want-" Derek starts, trying to push at Stiles' hands, but Stiles catches Derek's hands easily and presses them to the floor, clucking his tongue at him like a scolding parent.
"Let me help you," Stiles says, when Derek keeps resisting. "Derek, stop. Let me fix you."
No one can fix me, Derek wants to say, but before he can, Stiles touches him.
Beltane
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Length: 8245 words
Author on LJ: devildoll
Author Website: AO3
Summary: "Watching Stiles heal someone has always been a little uncomfortable for Derek, like he's seeing something intimate and private that shouldn't have an audience. That's nothing compared to how it feels." This is an AU in which Stiles has magical healing powers.
Why this must be read: I remember with perfect clarity when I first read this fic. My immediate reaction was "Holy shit." and then "I need to read that again", which clearly makes it an excellent rec. The story paints a complete and really interesting picture, and manages to fit in a lot of backstory without going into paragraphs of dry explanation.
DevilDoll is a fantastic writer in her own right (let's be real, all of the authors I'm reccing are) but this story stood out to me in particular for the different way it dealt with a popular trope (magical!Stiles) and the UST. Magical!Stiles stories are often about the way Stiles learns to deal with magic, but in this story he already has. And the UST, well, I don't need to say more than that it's a m a z i ng.
I swear, if you haven't read this before, you won't be disappointed.
"Shhh," Stiles says, in a completely different tone of voice than he used with Scott, and gently rubs a hand over Derek's wet hair. Derek can't help the grateful sound he makes. He's hurting so bad, and even if Stiles can't help him, just seeing him, hearing his voice, letting the familiar smell of him crowd out the stench of his own blood, is a comfort. Despite his earlier protests, if Derek had to choose someone to be here with him while he--right now--he'd choose Stiles.
"Call me if you need to," Scott says, and is gone in an instant.
Stiles takes a deep breath and holds his tattooed hands over Derek's stomach, fanning his fingers out.
"I don't want-" Derek starts, trying to push at Stiles' hands, but Stiles catches Derek's hands easily and presses them to the floor, clucking his tongue at him like a scolding parent.
"Let me help you," Stiles says, when Derek keeps resisting. "Derek, stop. Let me fix you."
No one can fix me, Derek wants to say, but before he can, Stiles touches him.
Beltane