WIP Wednesday Game Fills
I’m trying something different this week. I’m going to add to this draft during the week, then post at the end. Or maybe daily. At any rate, it’ll be fewer reblogs and tags for people. Hopefully that’s nice. I’ll see how it goes.
First sentences are from another fucking sleeping beauty fic for @inevitablyuncertain and @wizisbored. Thanks for making me write!
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Stiles curls his fingers, desperate to hold onto the man kissing him. He’s beginning to have sensation in his limbs. He wants to touch the werewolf’s face, wondering if he’s shifted, but his arms won’t obey him. Not yet.
Derek can feel the prince’s fingers wrapping around his and holding on. He’s excited that the prince is waking up. He finds himself looking forward to seeing his eyes, hearing his voice.
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The next sentences are from come back yesterday for @auburnlaughter @phantom-z0ne and @somefishycat. Thanks for making me write!
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Stiles is shocked by this development, but definitely not to the point of inaction. He gasps, getting a growl from Derek, then begins kissing him. He’s wrapped around Derek and Laura is wrapped around them both in a way that raises so many questions for Stiles.
Eventually, they overwhelm even the situations. Well, really it's that Laura kisses the back of his neck and Stiles just has to find out what's going on. After all, he's never even met her!
"What--what is happening right now?" Stiles asks after tearing his mouth away from Derek's.
Derek looks embarrassed, but his arms stay wrapped around Stiles. So do Laura's.
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Some sentences from my running on all fours recursive fic for @kallisto-k. Thanks for making me write!
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”Well, that was a wonderful end to an awesome day,” Stiles says after a moment.
Derek isn’t surprised Stiles is the first to regain his powers of speech. He isn’t sure he would characterize the day as awesome, but he doesn’t feel like arguing about it so he just grunts.
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Some sentences from my “your wings reflect your soulmate’s soul” AU for @meggiejolly @auburnlaughter @camelotsfavouriteknight @twyrewolf and @eriquin. Thanks for making me write!
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Stiles hates his wings. He might even hate his soulmate, but he knows better than to say that out loud. No, that’s not entirely fair. It’s probably more accurate to say he hates the idea of soulmates. He figures whatever poor fuck got paired with him probably does, too. Although that may be giving them too much credit. After all, Stiles’ wings are black. Presumably, so is his soulmate’s soul.
Stiles used to love his wings, back before he knew better. His mom told him there were lots of reasons someone might have black wings. It doesn’t necessarily mean they’re evil. That was when his mom was still alive. It was also before his wings changed, one of them becoming twisted and dull. Stiles doesn’t know what happened to his soulmate, but combined with the blackness of the feathers he thinks they must have done something pretty bad.
Stiles is sixteen when he meets Peter Hale. He barely registers Derek saying Peter is the alpha or Peter saying, "You must be Stiles" because he's so busy staring at Peter's face. His scarred on one side face, the same side as Stiles' scarred wing.
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@tamsinswriting requested something I can’t share from. I rolled some dice to determine the source of shareable sentences and they came up with devils-maker. Here are your sentences. Thanks for making me write!
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Stiles doesn’t know Malia has been rescued until she comes running up to him at school. He’s thrilled to see her seeming so well-adjusted. To his shock, she grabs him and hugs him.
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@twyrewolf also left the source of sentences up to me and the dice came up with somnolescent. Thanks for making me write!
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Stiles nearly scoffs at the question, but something about Peter’s expression stops him. There’s something vulnerable there that Stiles has never seen before. He nods, suddenly having a hard time finding words.
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@twyrewolf asked for my macrocest bingo prompt Hazing. Here are your sentences. Thanks for making me write!
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Derek wonders, later, after Laura dies, if he could have stopped it if they'd been in the habit of saying when they were worried about each other. Maybe not, though. It's not like he hadn't protested her plan of going to Beacon Hills alone.