I think making one big post on Tuesday night worked out well last week, so that’s what I’m going to do again. First up, “another fucking sleeping beauty fic” for @inevitablyuncertain @camelotsfavouriteknight @kallisto-k @twyrewolf @lizhly-writes and @auburnlaughter. Thanks for making me write!
Stiles begins to feel sensation in his eyes. He thinks—yes, he can move his eyelids. It takes him a few tries, but finally he blinks them open. His vision is blurry at first, but it soon clears. He can’t see much, though. Just bits of the man’s face.
Then the man draws back. He has beautiful eyes that are multi-colored and go wide when he sees Stiles looking at him. He makes a wordless exclamation and moves away, which is not at all what Stiles wants. Stiles tries to hang onto his hand, but his fingers just aren’t strong enough. The man’s fingers slip through his. Stiles watches helplessly as the man retreats, his gloriously thick eyebrows furrowing.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” the man says.
Stiles discovers he’s able to roll his eyes. The man looks affronted, but he huffs what Stiles thinks is a reluctant laugh.
"I'm Derek," he says. "I'm not sure what you need to know most. You've--you've been asleep for a really long time."
The next set of sentences are from Stasis, my role reversal fic for @camelotsfavouriteknight @eriquin @wizisbored @stonemaskedtaliesin and @auburnlaughter. Thanks for making me write!
“You said something about booby traps,” Derek says. “What happens if you hit one of those?”
“You remembered that,” Stiles says, sounding like he regrets mentioning it.
Derek gives him a look before returning his gaze to the road. “Of course I remembered,” Derek says. “How likely are they?”
Stiles sighs, like Derek is being annoying. “I don’t think they’re likely, based on the spellwork I can see,” he says. “I don’t think this particular witch really put a lot of time or thought into the spell craft. It’s more like they just threw a bunch of ill will and dark spells together in a hurry.”
“That still sounds dangerous,” Derek says.
Stiles nods, but he shrugs. “It is, but I think I just have to worry about the dangers I can see, not ones I can’t identify. I’ll be working high magic. There’s no way to get rid of all the danger, but I’m doing everything I know how to protect you and Peter as much as possible.”
“And yourself,” Derek insists, unwilling to let that point go.
“Yes, worrywart, and me,” Stiles says with another eye roll.
@camelotsfavouriteknight asked for sentences from something I can’t share and left the source of the shareable sentences up to me. This is for a the prompt “are you trying to turn me on or are you really that oblivious?” and is for the Diviner’s Game series by Jennifer Cody. Thanks for making me write!
They both moan as Matt bottoms out. Matt leans down to kiss Deejay, then pulls slowly out of him. “Hold on,” he says, then absolutely slams back into Deejay.
Some sentences from my fic where your wings reflect your soulmate’s soul for @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @tamsinswriting and @stonemaskedtaliesin. Thanks for making me write!
Peter has dragonfly wings. Stiles thinks they’re probably supposed to shimmer, but they obviously haven’t been cared for in a long time. They droop and look greasy and make Stiles’ fingers practically itch to groom them.
“Stiles, get out of here,” Derek insists, which is when Stiles realizes Peter’s gotten much closer to him than he realized.
“I would never hurt Stiles,” Peter says with a truly impressive level of scorn for a guy who’s been killing people. “He’s my soulmate,” he adds, doing away with Stiles’ attempts to convince himself he’s mistaken about that.
Of course, then Peter gets into a fight with Derek, proving that he has no problems hurting Stiles'--friend doesn't seem like the right word for Derek--frenemies. Yeah, frenemy works. At any rate, Peter and Derek get into a fight and Stiles peaces the fuck out of there.
Some sentences from my running on all fours recursive fic for @phantom-z0ne and @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin. Thanks for making me write! (Note: I finished this fic, so the remaining asks I have for it will be filled with something random.)
“Don’t be such a sourwolf,” Stiles says, unable to even get the absurd name out without laughing.
“That’s not going to become a thing,” Derek says sternly.
“Oh, buddy, your days of not being associated with all things werewolf are over,” Stiles crows, leaving Derek no choice but to kiss him to shut him up.
Then he kisses Chris, just because he can. Derek never wanted to be famous, but he has to admit, this part isn't so bad. Now, if only the rest of the book tour goes smoothly.
Some sentences from my Hazing fic for my @macrocest bingo card for @wizisbored and @tamsinswriting. Thanks for making me write!
He isn’t ready to see Peter, again. He thinks he is, but the reality of Peter sitting there still and unresponsive is worse than he expects. Realizing Peter is the alpha is almost a relief. The fact that he realizes because an alpha bond snaps into place between them, well, that’s not such a great feeling. It especially hurts because it’s stronger than his bond with Laura ever was. He’d always acted like she was his alpha, but it had never felt right—not like this bond does.
Some sentences from the next chapter of come back yesterday for @stonemaskedtaliesin and @wizisbored. Thanks for making me write!
“Well, you were making out with my brother, but for some reason you decided to talk,” Laura says, then kisses his neck again!
“Thank you for that very factual summary that doesn’t clear up any of my questions,” Stiles says dryly.
“Oh, I like you as much as I thought I would,” Laura says, then licks Stiles.
“OK, what the hell? Are you just trolling the poor human?” Stiles exclaims.
“Oh, right, the poor human who could probably curse me in any number of horrible ways,” Laura says, and Stiles has the distinct impression she’s rolling her eyes.
@tamsinswriting left the source of my shareable sentences up to me on a request I can’t share from. This is the beginning of my sex lessons prompt from my @macrocest bingo card. Thanks for making me write!
James walks into his sister’s house, having let himself in with his key just like he’s done countless times over the years. He knows his sister does the same with his house. It’s a freedom to come and go he’s never questioned.
Here are some sentences from my fill for the prompt "the words your soulmate is supposed to say to you keep changing???" for @meggiejolly. Thanks for making me write!
Soulmate words are supposed to be straightforward. Not necessarily in what they say, really, anything goes there, but in the way they work. The first words someone says to you means a lot of people have really banal words that are straightforward in that sense as well, but not Stiles.
Another set of sentences for someone who left the source of shareable sentences up to me. These are for @camelotsfavouriteknight from my Ocean prompt fic for Multiamory March. Thanks for making me write!
"They double booked one of the rooms," Stiles says, giving the bad news to the surrounding pack members. "The good news is, mine and Derek's room has a pullout couch." He looks to Allison. "I hate to say it, but you're the one who was going to be in the single room."
@zyrafowe-sny asked for a fic I can't share from, so here are some sentences from He's Not a Weregoat! instead.
Derek smiles and drops a kiss on his forehead.
"I didn't think you did. You were comfortable with her in the park."
@asha10100101010 asked for sentences from my running on all fours recursive fic, but I finished that above. Instead, the dice dictated sentences from my Drunken Confessions @macrocest bingo prompt. Thanks for making me write!
After a moment, Stiles has a thought and sobers. "I feel like it's weird we had this conversation without Peter," he says. "Is that weird?"
The dice dictated @twyrewolf gets shareable sentences from my fic for the Always and Forever prompt of @deterweek 2026. Sentences below. Thanks for making me write!
The fight is going poorly. Half the pack is down and the only person who seems to be making any sort of progress is Peter. Actually, Peter seems to be having fun, which Stiles thinks is pretty fucked up because Derek is clearly bleeding out on the ground.
Another set of sentences I can't share from written, and here are the shareable ones that were left up to me by @twyrewolf. These are from the next chapter of won't you take me from this valley, my Regency time travel nonsense fic. Thanks for making me write!
"What's wrong?" Derek asks as they walk back through the woods.
"Why do you think something is wrong?" Stiles hedges.
Derek just gives him an exasperated look.