Sterek Week 2015: #3 THE HUNTER’S MOON
Today’s photoset is dedicated to the amazing @foreverblue-navy who makes the most amazing photosets ever. I love your work, Beth!!! <3 (Sorry the fic got kinda angsty; I was having too many feels)
Werewolves have an autumn full moon festival for lost souls. It comes around on the first full moon in autumn and werewolves from all over America travel to the small lake in a forest near Beacon Hills to light floating lights and set them on the water to represent the souls of all the wolves they’ve lost to the Hunters.
Derek never went to any because he would have had fourteen candles to light and he knew he couldn’t do it on his own.
That is, until Stiles comes home with a dusty old tome and tells Derek about the festival he already knew about. At first Derek doesn’t say anything but then he reaches for Stiles’ hand, intertwines their fingers and swallows. “I never could have lit fourteen candles by myself. But if you’re willing to come with me, I think I can do it,” he says in a small voice, not meeting Stiles’ eyes.
“Oh, Derek,” Stiles whispers, squeezing his hand tightly and leaning in to hold him close, “Of course, I’ll come with you. Of course, I will.” Derek smiles against his shoulder and leans in to breathe in Stiles’ scent deeply. He may never admit it but it calms him down like nothing else can.
So they take a road trip to the site of the festival. They trek through the forest, Stiles in his hiking boots, Derek in his wolf form. They reach the lake by twilight and Stiles stands at the edge of the water, fascinated by all the wolves and their friends and families, while Derek goes to buy the candles.
When he returns with fifteen instead of fourteen, Stiles stares and is just about to ask why when Derek hands one to him.
“For your mom,” he whispers in the fading light of day as Stiles looks at the red wax candle in his hands, “Loss is easier shared,” Derek explains simply, giving Stiles a small, sad smile.
Stiles turns the candle over in his hand and notices that Derek has had her name engraved on it too. He swallows as his fingers trace over the familiar string of letters and then he looks up, his eyes shining with unshed tears and throws both arms around Derek’s neck and buries his face in his neck.
“I love you,” he mumbles into his skin and feels the rumble of the words in Derek’s throat before he hears them.
“I love you too.”