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If there are any artists who read and enjoyed the It’s Hard to Move Through Water series, there is a piece of future art I would absolutely love to see (and I do not have the capability to make it happen).

See, Jackson’s the champagne wolf. And Derek found his black wolf. And someday we know that Malia will reach her inner coyote again (and be SO HAPPY) about that. And grumbly Cora will spend time with them and find her wolf as well.

And I just imagine these Hales, and of course Stiles and Danny, in a giant puppy pile (which is a pupple, according to my typoing fingers) of two humans and four canines, perfectly content while watching movies.

Someday I have to try to turn this into art. That’s the happy future I want for Jackson and his family.

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Don’t Let Me Drown on Dry Land (COMPLETED!!)

WiP Complete!!

Yes, we’re done. It’s been almost two years since the charity auction and the prompt sale that began this epic series. I panicked at the start, then fell absolutely in love with this chance to write a long-ass love letter to Jackson Whittemore. I am so thankful to @cynicalwerebear for starting me down this road; I had the vaguest idea where it would take me, and the trip has been absolutely epic.

I hope this ends the year on a satisfying note for y’all. If you’ve been waiting to read the long-ass Jackson fic, now is the time. The series is done. This is the kind of world I could wallow around in for a long time, and I need to set it aside now in order to be able to move on to other things.

Thank you to everyone who read along, and to everyone who decides to jump in now. Y’all are awesome.

Chapter 21/21: 5,054 words

Jackson’s still asleep, warm and wrapped around Danny in bed, when there’s a knock on the door. It creaks open as Danny sits up, one knee bent, rubbing at his eyes. “Yeah, Mom?”

“I was going to let you sleep, but someone’s here to see Jackson.” she says. Her lips are pressed thinly together, her sigh irritable. “Peter Hale has brought Malia.”

“Oh.” Fuck. Jackson grabs the pillow, burrows under it until Danny swats at his ass. Jackson pushes at his hand. “Fuck you, Danny, and fuck him,” Jackson mutters. “I wanted to sleep.”

“I can hear you clearly.” Peter’s voice is mild, coming from the base of the stairs. “What language! Where is your respect?”

Jackson pushes the pillow off and sits up. “You’re not that much older than me.” He doesn’t bother raising his voice. “Give us time, and we’ll be down. Malia, there are waffles in the freezer.”

A small, dry laugh from downstairs. “She’s already found them.”

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Don’t Let Me Drown on Dry Land (WiP Updated)

WiP Updated!

Chapter 13/21: 4,078 words

There’s blood on Stiles’s skin again.

Jackson can smell it lingering in the air. He takes the seat next to Stiles at the lunch table, leans a little closer as he inhales, then settles back into his own space. Soap. Spicy shampoo. Anxiety and tension combine into a sour scent underneath the blood.

Jackson reaches under the table, lets his hand fall on Stiles’s thigh and tries to reach for the pain that he knows has to be there. If Malia drew blood, it must hurt. There’s a brief rush of euphoria in Stiles’s scent, a flicker of musk followed by swift arousal, then anxiety flashes hot and Stiles jerks away, glaring at Jackson.

Jackson’s eyes flare blue instinctually, the corner of his mouth curling. The reaction fades quickly, but Stiles keeps glaring at him, his scent now hot with irritation.

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Don’t Let Me Drown on Dry Land (Danny/Jackson/Stiles, NC-17, WiP Updated)

WiP Updated!

Chapter 10/21: 3,948 words

Jackson can’t sleep. Stiles crawled up onto the bed an hour ago and is passed out half next to Danny and half on top of him. Danny has one arm thrown over Stiles, the other splayed out where he’s still hooked to the IV. Jackson’s spent the last hour alternating between keeping his fingers wrapped around Danny’s hand, taking his pain, and pacing around the small space.

He just can’t figure out how to settle.

A nurse stops in, narrows her gaze at where Stiles sleeps, but manages to get Danny’s vitals without actually waking either of them up. She purses her lips, frowns at Jackson, but he presses a finger to his mouth when she starts to speak, stalling her before the first syllable slips free. He shakes his head, jabs his other finger at the two sleeping figures; her moue of displeasure deepens but she leaves them there.

Jackson sinks into the uncomfortable plastic chair, slumps down and stares at his phone. He brings up a text to Cora and sends I am so fucked.

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WiP Updated!

Chapter 8/21: 3,032 words

Lacrosse is a good way to forget about everything else. It’s easy to fall into the rhythm of their practices, the give and take of working through drills. It feels like there are a ridiculous number of supernatural players on the field now for the Cyclones. Isaac decided to play after all, making the team easily and channeling his grief into the game. Kira switches off with Danny in the goal, and for a human, Danny manages to keep up well enough.  Liam is still quick to anger, but he’s slowly learning how to keep his wolf under some control, working hard as both Isaac and Scott watch over him closely. Jackson pairs up with Stiles, who fights to keep up with Jackson’s speed and intensity, shouting when he gets it right.

Coach is impressed, and he should be; Beacon Hills might actually have a chance at making it to regionals this season.

By Thursday’s practice, they’ve started to draw an audience during practice. Malia and Lydia do their homework, but others simply mill about or linger in small crowds, watching the lacrosse players as they work. Jackson spots Hayden in the crowd and hopes that Liam doesn’t explode if he sees her. He tries to distract Liam, maneuvering him until he’s running in a different direction down the field, chasing down the ball.

Jackson passes to Stiles, turning as he does so, and he spots a girl standing alone at the very end of the field. She has her arms crossed, hands tucked away tight against her body, and a hat holds her dark curls down. She smiles slightly, and Jackson skids to a halt, turns to look at Scott and Stiles, because it can’t be. He knows it can’t be… he turns back, and she’s gone, leaving Jackson standing in the middle of the field, the breath punched out of him.

“Hey.” Stiles skids to a stop beside him, touches his back. “You okay?”

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Don’t Let Me Drown on Dry Land, WIP Updated

WiP Updated!

Chapter 6/21: 4,582 words

Pairing: Danny/Jackson, Stiles/Jackson, Danny/Jackson/Stiles

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Peter opens the door, a smirk on his lips, a pleased scent suffusing the air around him. Irritation rises quickly, the smile dropping away, twisting his mouth into a moue of displeasure. “You brought friends.”

“Did I neglect to mention how many of us there would be? How stupid of me to omit that detail.” Lydia crosses her arms and tilts her head, both eyebrows rising.

Peter stands there in the opening, blocking the way in. Jackson pushes past him, shouldering him out of the way while making space for Malia and Lydia to follow. The light thunk as Peter closes the door behind them feels like the closing of a jail cell. Jackson feels the tension from Lydia and slides closer to her, his arm around her shoulder.

“I don’t bite,” Peter says dryly.

“No, that wouldn’t help anymore, since you’re not an Alpha,” Malia points out. “But you can still manipulate people and you’re an asshole.”

“A common occurrence in those around you,” Peter retorts, and Malia grins sharply.

“Yes, but I like them.” Her smile widens, her canines pointed.

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Don’t Let Me Drown on Dry Land, Chapter 5

WiP Updated! Danny/Jackson, Jackson/Stiles, Danny/Jackson/Stiles

Chapter 5/21: 4,580 words

It’s not bad that Stiles stays at Danny’s place for a few days. They make it through the weekend, and everyone sleeps. Stiles passes out with his arm around Jackson’s ruff, Jackson with his muzzle buried against Danny’s throat. They sleep in a pile, and Jackson feels solid and steady during the day. He watches as Stiles moves from anxious and overwrought, skin grey and pale with exhaustion, into something resembling normal. Jackson knows it’s not that easy, knows that in the depths of his dreams, the nightmares still chase Stiles down, but he seems to breathe easier after the few days spent at Danny’s.

And it does let Jackson spend more time sleeping at night, more time curled in Danny’s arms.

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Don’t Let Me Drown on Dry Land, WiP Updated (4/21)

WiP Updated!

Chapter 4/21: 5,100 words

Jackson has his phone in his hand, typing quickly while Stiles talks to Liam and Mason. There’s an orderly-eating monster on the loose at the hospital. We need you here. He presses send and hopes Scott just gets his ass over here quickly rather than asking more questions.

“It doesn’t matter why, there’s just something we need to do because Melissa asked us to,” Stiles says, an edge of irritation to his voice. “I know you want to get home. Fine. It sucks that you’re stuck here, but you’re stuck until we get this done and then we’ll take you home. Just sit tight. It’s not like you can go far on your own anyway.”

“Wheelchair races,” Mason whispers, and Jackson rolls his eyes.

Stiles grabs Jackson and pushes him out of the room, slams the door behind them. “Did you get hold of Scott?”

“I told him to get his ass here now,” Jackson says. “How are we going to find Sean?”

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