1984 - Sterek (Teen Wolf)
Title: 1984
Pairing: Stiles/Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Prompt: Dystopia
Summary: While reading 1984 for school, Stiles gets anxious about the potential of the world he lives in becoming such a prominent Dystopia, but Derek knows just how to calm him down.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters!
Author's Note: This is an entry from my Hurt/Comfort Bingo Card.
“Hey.” Derek came in through Stiles’ window and sat on the bed. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Homework,” Stiles said, without looking up from his desk. “Reading for English.”
“Oh, what book?”
“1984. I’ve read it before, but it’s been awhile.” He turned around, looking at Derek. “Do you need something? Because I’m kind of busy.”
“Just wanted to come see you,” Derek stated. “Is there something wrong with that?” He frowned, Stiles seemed snappier than usual, and he didn’t really like that. “What’s up with you?”
“Sorry, just…this book.” He sighed, lifting the book. “Don’t you ever worry that we’re well on our way to living in a world like that? A world where falling in love and hoping for privacy is forbidden?”
“Stiles.” Derek tried to respond, but Stiles just kept going.
“And then the people who go about saying that it’s a Utopia, but a Dystopia, just because the people are deceived into thinking that they’re happy. I mean, yeah, ignorance can be bliss, but when you have a cage full of rats on your head and that’s your worst fear, that’s just…that’s no kind of paradise.”
“Stiles…”
“And to have no free will, to not be able to kiss someone, to talk to someone, to have sex without big brother not only knowing about it, but watching it? That’s sick, and it’s weird, and again, that’s just really not paradise at all! It’s creepy is what it is, it’s-”
“Stiles!” Derek moved across the room and snapped his fingers in front of Stiles’ face. “Babe, it’s a book, okay? It’s just a book, it’s fiction. It’s not real.”
“I know that.” Stiles sighed. “I just…I don’t know, I read a book like this, and I can see the way our world is moving, a world in which security and the desire for safety trumps the desire for honesty and privacy,” he said softly. “The ability for humans to possess free will and act on it without having to fear, you know, punishment.”
“Stiles, you can’t let your homework make you paranoid like this.” Derek grabbed the book and, effortlessly, ripped it in half.
“Hey!” Stiles’ eyes widened. “I needed that!”
“It’s clear you’ve read it,” he stated. “That you’ve ingested everything that happens, I think your teacher will be perfectly impressed with your paper, you just need to stop obsessing over it right now.” He set the torn book down and plucked Stiles up and out of his desk chair. He carried him over to the bed and lay him down, straddling him. “See?” he smiled, leaning down to kiss the boy. “No one’s watching us, no one can tell us not to do what we’re doing.”
“Except the law,” Stiles whispered. “I’m under 18.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Derek said softly, nuzzling Stiles’ neck.
“Fair enough.” Stiles sighed. He knew that it was wrong, wanting this from Derek, but at the same time, if they both felt it, why should they deny themselves that right? That feeling of completion and euphoria. He leaned up, kissing Derek, his hands wandering to the man’s hips. Derek was everything Stiles wasn’t, he was strong, powerful, scruffy, dark, while Stiles was smart, scrawny, sarcastic. They were so different, but they went together so well.
“You see?” Derek smiled. “Don’t worry about that book, about that fucked up Dystopia, not when you’re here, with me and-”
“And no rats?” Stiles asked.
“No rats.” Derek laughed. “You’re so weird, you know that?”
“I know.” Stiles nodded. “But that’s why you love me.”
“Yes.” Derek leaned down, stealing another kiss. “Yes, it is.”
Pairing: Stiles/Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Prompt: Dystopia
Summary: While reading 1984 for school, Stiles gets anxious about the potential of the world he lives in becoming such a prominent Dystopia, but Derek knows just how to calm him down.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters!
Author's Note: This is an entry from my Hurt/Comfort Bingo Card.
“Hey.” Derek came in through Stiles’ window and sat on the bed. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Homework,” Stiles said, without looking up from his desk. “Reading for English.”
“Oh, what book?”
“1984. I’ve read it before, but it’s been awhile.” He turned around, looking at Derek. “Do you need something? Because I’m kind of busy.”
“Just wanted to come see you,” Derek stated. “Is there something wrong with that?” He frowned, Stiles seemed snappier than usual, and he didn’t really like that. “What’s up with you?”
“Sorry, just…this book.” He sighed, lifting the book. “Don’t you ever worry that we’re well on our way to living in a world like that? A world where falling in love and hoping for privacy is forbidden?”
“Stiles.” Derek tried to respond, but Stiles just kept going.
“And then the people who go about saying that it’s a Utopia, but a Dystopia, just because the people are deceived into thinking that they’re happy. I mean, yeah, ignorance can be bliss, but when you have a cage full of rats on your head and that’s your worst fear, that’s just…that’s no kind of paradise.”
“Stiles…”
“And to have no free will, to not be able to kiss someone, to talk to someone, to have sex without big brother not only knowing about it, but watching it? That’s sick, and it’s weird, and again, that’s just really not paradise at all! It’s creepy is what it is, it’s-”
“Stiles!” Derek moved across the room and snapped his fingers in front of Stiles’ face. “Babe, it’s a book, okay? It’s just a book, it’s fiction. It’s not real.”
“I know that.” Stiles sighed. “I just…I don’t know, I read a book like this, and I can see the way our world is moving, a world in which security and the desire for safety trumps the desire for honesty and privacy,” he said softly. “The ability for humans to possess free will and act on it without having to fear, you know, punishment.”
“Stiles, you can’t let your homework make you paranoid like this.” Derek grabbed the book and, effortlessly, ripped it in half.
“Hey!” Stiles’ eyes widened. “I needed that!”
“It’s clear you’ve read it,” he stated. “That you’ve ingested everything that happens, I think your teacher will be perfectly impressed with your paper, you just need to stop obsessing over it right now.” He set the torn book down and plucked Stiles up and out of his desk chair. He carried him over to the bed and lay him down, straddling him. “See?” he smiled, leaning down to kiss the boy. “No one’s watching us, no one can tell us not to do what we’re doing.”
“Except the law,” Stiles whispered. “I’m under 18.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Derek said softly, nuzzling Stiles’ neck.
“Fair enough.” Stiles sighed. He knew that it was wrong, wanting this from Derek, but at the same time, if they both felt it, why should they deny themselves that right? That feeling of completion and euphoria. He leaned up, kissing Derek, his hands wandering to the man’s hips. Derek was everything Stiles wasn’t, he was strong, powerful, scruffy, dark, while Stiles was smart, scrawny, sarcastic. They were so different, but they went together so well.
“You see?” Derek smiled. “Don’t worry about that book, about that fucked up Dystopia, not when you’re here, with me and-”
“And no rats?” Stiles asked.
“No rats.” Derek laughed. “You’re so weird, you know that?”
“I know.” Stiles nodded. “But that’s why you love me.”
“Yes.” Derek leaned down, stealing another kiss. “Yes, it is.”