So, this is a (late. so late) birthday present for my Rita (@crossroadswrite) because I’ve always wanted to write you some “Derek gets all the good things he deserves” thingie. I love you very much and I’m really grateful for your entire existence<3
(Also, a bear hug to the wonderful Minna (@ladydrace), whose reactions to the idea of Derek in pretty panties gave me my lifeforce back when the inspiration was low. You are such a great person)
Kintsugi: The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. Also a philosophy, that treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, illuminating his damages rather than disguising them.
Summary: Derek is too big, and strong, and a werewolf. He
knows perfectly well what men are and aren’t allowed to be.
Stiles would beg to differ.
In which there are pretty boys, flowers,
panties, glitter, and Stiles is a heartfelt fuck you to the concept of toxic
Derek is only too aware of what he looks like.
is young, very young, when he discovers what it entails.
It starts when mirrors stop showing him the chubby body of his childhood to replace it with an alien adolescent, drawn in harsh angles and muscles. Times rubs out day after day all sweetness from his face and leaves in its place severe eyebrows and rough features. When he laughs with his family, the sounds are now hoarser, deeper. He has to wield a blade against his cheeks in the morning now.
He cuts himself, high on his cheekbone, and his uncle Peter huffs. Derek learns that his wounds are no longer serious matters to others.
Other students give him a wide berth in the halls. When he walks home at night, women cross the street and send him nervous looks.
He brings a new pen to class, with bright pink feathers and a bobbly head, and his friends laugh until they cry at Laura’s gift. There is a new circus in town, with a trained bear and ponies, and the man handling the flyers snorts when Derek stretches his hand to grab one. The lacrosse coach comes in person to recruit him. Derek explains politely that his Wednesdays and Fridays are for the book club. The coach dismisses it with a laugh.
Derek throws away the pen. He doesn’t go to the circus. He spends his Wednesday and Friday on the lacrosse field.
He doesn’t laugh that often anymore.