“Rude. Why did I even decide to move in with you?”
“This is so awesome, I’m gonna show this video to the others later! Though you could have just taken the ladder that is standing literally two meters away from you.”
“Go away, Cora!” Stiles and Derek shout in unison.
Or “the time Derek and Stiles finally move in together, their dog is just being lazy, Stiles tries to change a light bulb and Cora is not being a help at all. And WHY are you guys still only wearing pants???”
It wasn’t really in his life plan to get a tattoo, because, y'know - huge freaking phobia of needles over here, thank you very much! - but Stiles kept reading these things about images and words imprinted on a person’s skin actually having power in the magic books that Deaton had given him. (There were actual emissary books in the world, who knew?! They would’ve been helpful a year ago, but whatever. Deaton was still vague and cryptic as all fuck, but the books were helping now. A bit. It was hard to think of anything as helping, especially after the nogitsune, but Stiles couldn’t sleep without waking up screaming, so he figured reading these books were better than the alternative.)
After the events of the nogitsune, Stiles decides to get a tattoo without letting the others know. Derek finally finds him at the tattoo parlour and decides to stay with him, even after the end.
“Careful, Stilinski. Don’t think you can go around telling me what to do, or coddling the werewolf.”
“What does it matter to you?”
“If the feral alpha kills you, it will be my fault, as your supervisor.”
Stiles’ head whipped towards the werewolf. He couldn’t see much of him apart from his red eyes, always following Stiles. Crazy as it might sound, it comforted him. The werewolf wasn’t the rabid animal Elis seemed to picture. He was just… hurt.
There had been a tremendous amount of stress, emotional and physical tolls pressing down on all of them. There had been death, pain, sadness. Many things pushed him to act, certain moments that told him it was time to make a move.
So he left with a note to his dad and two bags of stuff before getting on a bus. Beacon Hills turned into a distant memory behind him as the bus drove through the night. No matter how much guilt he felt, there was a fire in his chest that told him he was doing the right thing for himself.
That was three years ago, and now he’s back. Armed with victory scars, a new outlook on life, and a new list of priorities.
Number 1: Derek Number 2: Himself
He’s only here for a favor, that’s it. He needs to do his job, and get the hell out.
Stiles was really hoping that after the whole Kanima and Gerard thing that things would go back to normal. Well, normal-ish? Whatever. It didn’t. She really just needed to accept that this was her life now. Werewolves are a major pain in the ass. Especially those of the Alpha variety. Ugh. She could handle a lot of bull-shit, but really? Really? Werewolves, man. Werewolves.
He folds his arms under his head and nods at Derek as he approaches, claws extended. Stiles exhales deeply, eyes fixated on the tips of Derek’s claws. “I’m ready.”
Stiles doesn’t tense under his touch like Derek thought he would. He doesn’t whimper or writhe with aborted movements to get away from Derek’s touch when he starts on the first leg of the Triskelion, the incision too shallow at first. He doesn’t ball up his fists when Derek has to dig into the beginning of the first leg to split the sinew apart deeper than before.
His heart rate doesn’t make alarming jumps and he never tells Derek to stop, not even when Derek digs his claws into the pale, vulnerable flesh of his stomach above his navel as he draws the second leg of the Triskelion.
While running in the woods, Stiles is attacked by a feral werewolf. This leaves him marked but unclaimed, which makes it open season on Stiles, which means that any wolf can claim him and take him away. Derek presents a solution, but Stiles says the price is too high. After all, it’s only his safety that is at risk, so he can say no. Right? Wrong.
Stiles is running from things he doesn’t want to face. Derek is running from a past he cannot leave behind. Their paths collide on a lonely stretch of road when Stiles’ car breaks down and Derek is the only mechanic on hand. An unexpected closeness develops, but both men are harboring secrets and Stiles may have just found the one person whose luck runs worse than his own. When the past catches up with the future, it may be one collision that neither of them can survive, and it may end up pulling everyone they love down with them.
As everything begins to unravel, choices must be made. Stiles must decide how far he’s able to go to protect the people he cares about, and what he’ll do when he hits his breaking point. Derek must decide whether he can overcome a lifetime of betrayal enough to trust in someone again, and what he’s willing to sacrifice if he is. And Scott and Allison must decide what it means to stand by your friends, and what price they are each willing to pay to do what is right.
After the disaster that was junior year, Stiles is more than ready to finish his last year of high school and move on to college. He splits his time between his studies, taking care of the pack—well and truly blossoming into his new role as the alpha’s mate—and training his powers with Deaton. At the same time he learns shocking secrets about his heritage, strange things start happening around town and to the pack themselves, and he finds himself in a race to save everyone when a new evil arrives and threatens to destroy everything he loves.
“You deserve all that and more. It made me happy to see you suffer. I would do it all over again if I could.“ I realized I was shaking as the words tumbled out of me. "I would do it again and again. Every night I would torment you and laugh. Do you understand? You are never safe with me.” I drew a shuddering breath, trying to will away the sting of tears.He opened his eyes and stared up at me as if I were the door out of Arcadia and back to the true sky. “That’s what makes you my favorite.” He reached up and wiped a tear off my cheek with his thumb. “Every wicked bit of you.”Cruel Beauty (Rosamund Hodge)
Mutual Respect and the different kinds of magic in LWA
Despite what Akko may say, Diana and Akko never were rivals.
As witches, comparing them is like comparing apples and oranges.
Diana is logical, focused and well-spoken, if somewhat restrained. She is most likely the most proficient witch of her age.
Akko is like a polar opposite to Diana, with Akko being emotionally driven, struggling to focus and always speaks what’s immediately on her mind. Akko is also the witch that struggles the most at Luna Nova and fails with many basic magic spells, such like broom riding.
Because the crucial difference between them is that Akko can wield the Shiny Rod, while Diana seemingly can’t. I don’t think it is just simply because Akko have been chosen by it. I think it is because the magic of the Shiny Rod works different from the rest of the magic shown in the show.
Traditional magic, like what is taught at Luna Nova, is disciplined and refined. To cast a spell you’ll need both focus and the right mindset. The energy for the spell is drawn from the surrounding area and won’t work if there isn’t enough energy.
The Shiny Rod’s magic, however, is raw and fluid. Its magic is dependent on the wielder’s emotions being raw and unfiltered. It is what “a believing heart is your magic” is all about. The energy drawn for spells is from within the wielder itself; the user’s emotional energy.
It is the difference between these two kinds of magic that makes Akko struggle with the traditional kind but still was chosen by the Shiny Rod. For Akko, traditional magic is like learning a skill with your non-dominant hand. On the other hand, using the Shiny Rod comes naturally to her.
To speculate, the Shiny Rod was probably designed to be hard to wield by traditionally taught witches. Only witches like Akko or Chariot, with strong emotional drives and pure intentions, would be able then to unlock the Grand Triskelion again. This way, the Grand Triskelion would only be unsealed by someone who genuinely cares about magic, but also doesn’t gain anything directly by restoring the world to its former, more magical state. For someone who mostly uses magic from within themselves, filling the world again with magical energy doesn’t really affect them as it would for others.
In the end, I think there’s another reason why Diana doesn’t consider Akko her rival.
Diana herself also wanted to make magic return to the world, like
her mother wished. But she eventually realized that despite all her
knowledge and profiency in magic, she won’t be able to fulfil that wish. So after the Samhain Festival, I think she started to believe that Akko was more important than herself.
Since Akko has to unlock the words on her own, Diana thinks there is nothing she can do to help out. However, neither Diana or Akko seem to realize that wielder of the Shiny Rod doesn’t have to be alone to unlock the words. In fact, the next word that Akko has to unlock seem to require more than one person for the word (”when traditional and modern powers mingle”).
My personal belief is that the last three Words will need both Akko and Diana to unlock. In the future they will have to realize that they will need to work together and also have to open up about their shared ambition.
They never were rivals, just two foils sharing a dream for the future.
books meme: twenty series and books ►[9&10/20]
Cruel Beauty and
by Rosamund Hodge
“You deserve all that and more. It made me happy to see you suffer. I would do it all over again if I could.’ I realized I was shaking as the words tumbled out of me. ‘I would do it again and again. Every night I would torment you and laugh. Do you understand? You are never safe with me.’ I drew a shuddering breath, trying to will away the sting of tears.
He opened his eyes and stared up at me as if I were the door out of Arcadia and back to the true sky. 'That’s what makes you my favorite.’ He reached up and wiped a tear off my cheek with his thumb. 'Every wicked bit of you.” ― Cruel Beauty
“I think it doesn’t matter what either one of us regrets,” said Erec. “We are going to live forever, in darkness and in dancing. Because I know you, my lady, and you don’t have it in you to be a lamb for the slaughter any more than I do. The same wolfish greed beats in your heart: to have what you will, and kill for it. Or why would you be alive? And you are alive, and have your will, so what should you regret?” ― Crimson Bound