taliahale: (stiles)
At the Edges by onrooftops. Mature, Stiles/Danny, 93,000+ words, AU Canon Divergence Post Season 2. I don't really know how to summarize this. It's truly novel-length, narratively complex, and I've had it constantly at the back of my mind for months. I rarely read WIPs (and never rec them, which is why I'm only posting this now) so it speaks volumes that I've been going back to At the Edges since June. As much as I love Sterek, Stiles and Danny make sense as a couple in the canon's timeline in a way that Stiles and Derek really can't. Danny is criminally underused on the show, and onrooftops has used the barebones we're given and written a fully realized protagonist. Take the time to read this one, guys. It's phenomenal.

“Fucking werewolves, Danny!”

“I know.” He drops his chin to look at her again. “I do. I would have told you if you’d seen even half of what you saw tonight. If you saw Jackson with sideburns, or Scott with his eyes all lit up—I’d have told you.”

“Bullshit. You’re telling me now, and I thank you for that, I do, but—that was Erica tonight, right? The one who pulled Aiden off of me? That was Erica and she threatened me and you sided with her. You stayed, Danny. You sent me away, but you stayed.”

“Of course I stayed. You didn’t know what was going on. You needed to get out of there.” He looks at the dried blood spattered on his dark t-shirt, his jeans. “I needed to stay.” He can’t explain that compulsion, the fact that he didn’t even consider a different possibility, didn’t consider leaving to make absolutely sure she made it home all right. He feels a raw surge of guilt at that, but even so he can’t imagine having handled the night any differently.

“But once I was gone, what’d you do?” She fixes her gaze on a smear of brownish blood across his forearm. “You look like you killed somebody. You look like a psychopath. You’re a mess. How do you know Erica and the rest are the good guys, how do you know you want to side with them?” She takes in a shaky breath. “How can you want to risk everything for them?”

“What we’re doing—it’s right, Julia. I’m on the right side.”

“Say there’s not a right side,” she argues, “or say both groups of werewolves are wrong and the right side is the people who’re out of it.”

Danny pushes to his feet. “Staying out of it isn’t an option for me. People are getting hurt, and we need to stop the wolves who’re hurting them. That’s what there is. That’s all this is.”
taliahale: (stiles/derek)
 this interview has been condensed and edited by leah k (blinkiesays).  Teen and Up, Stiles/Derek, 10,000+ words, AU.  In this AU, the Hales are still werewolves in a world where that's fodder for horror flicks, but they're also a famous Hollywood family.  Laura's a screenwriter, Peter's sort of an agent (who doesn't really feature in this fic except for a handful of mentions and phone calls), and the rest are actors.  When the script Laura's been working on for years gets the greenlight, Derek's starring, Scott's directing, and Stiles is Derek's assistant.  It's both more and less complicated than it sounds.  I really enjoyed the way blinkiesays mixed in bits of a faux interview with Laura and Derek, the idea from whence the title came.

But it's a love story, right?
DH: All she writes are love stories.

Really?
LH:
Oh, it's true!  I'm a hopeless romantic, I can't help it.  Everything I write, it's like...Nora Ephron with sharper teeth.

Norah Ephron?
LH:
Oh God, yes.  I can't tell you how many times I watched 'Sleepless in Seattle.'  I drove everyone nuts.
DH: Yes.  She did.
LH: But mom was always on us to follow our passion and I was an ok actor, not like Derek or Cora, so I realized at a very young age that I wanted to be a screenwriter.  Oh man, did you ever see...what was it called?  One of Mom's later movies, it's set in Elizabethan England  Anyway, she let me re-write the dialog for the scene in the carriage.

--

Within a few days, Derek more or less admits to himself that Laura was right.  Having Stiles around is a lot like having a puppy.

There's a reason Derek doesn't have any pets.  Many reasons.


"Yo," Stiles says, shouldering his way into Derek's apartment without permission.[...]Stiles rummages around in his messenger bag, muttering to himself about something some guy did on the subway and Derek tries to ignore Stiles' presence, concentrates on putting water on to boil.

"Ok," Stiles says, pawing through a small, leather-bound book, "Busy day today."

Derek had expected Stiles to be like every other mid-twenties douchebag in NYC and be surgically attached to his smartphone, but Stiles has an actual pen-and-paper organizational system.  he uses an old-fashioned day planner to keep track of when he's supposed to be shepherding Derek to appointments, interviews, costume fittings, the kind of boring minutia that Derek has a bad habit of forgetting or skipping outright.

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