#somnolescent

[whimsicalmeerkat]

WIP Wednesday Game Fills

Starting off this week with some sentences for @meggiejolly @auburnlaughter and @twyrewolf from my fic where your wings reflect your soulmate’s soul. Thanks for making me write!

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"Really," Stiles says, giving his sarcasm full rein. "A movie store clerk and a bus driver killed your family."

"Everyone I killed was involved in either the fire or the cover-up," Peter says calmly, as if Stiles had asked a sincere question.

"I don't believe you," Stiles says, but he feels a niggle of doubt.

"Lie," Peter says calmly in response. "Well, a half-truth, to be precise. I wouldn't lie to you, sweetheart. It's no way to build a relationship."

"Don't call me that," Stiles snaps. It seems easier than addressing the assumption of their relationship.

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Some sentences from Stasis for @wizisbored @stonemaskedtaliesin @kalira @tamsinswriting and @twyrewolf. Thanks for making me write!

For all his ill-tempered ways, Derek isn't really inclined towards hating people. He thinks that Sheriff Stilinski may prove to be an exception He hasn't even met the man, but he already wants to yell at him for how he's so clearly neglected and mistreated Stiles. Or worse.

"Should I be worried," Stiles asks, drawing Derek from his thoughts.

He looks at Stiles and sees he's staring at Derek's hands on the steering wheel. When Derek follows his gaze, he sees his claws are out. He flexes his hands and, with a conscious effort, his claws retract.

"No," he says. "I would never hurt you."

"But you were thinking about hurting someone," Stiles observes. It doesn't sound like a question. "You growled," he adds.

Derek hadn't even noticed. He marvels at how comfortable he is with Stiles after such a short period of time.

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Here are some sentences from a future chapter of devil don’t take a break, which is now part of the @wipbigbang. Thanks to @twyrewolf @kalira and @tamsinswriting for making me write!

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The sheriff looks thoughtful, but Stiles scowls.

"Why would we do that?" he snaps.

"Your grandmother is a hunter matriarch and I'm a werewolf," Derek says, not really believing he has to say something so obvious.

"Dude, are you really scared of my grandma?" Stiles says, his tail curving through the air behind him.

"Son, I'm scared of your grandma and I carry a gun. Leave him alone," the sheriff says before Derek can defend himself.

Stiles mostly subsides, muttering. "I would never let her hurt you," at Derek.

"It is not so much that" Derek says carefully. "I just can’t imagine she'll be happy about us being, you know…"

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Some sentences from an upcoming chapter of Trading Up, which is also part of the @wipbigbang. Thanks for the asks, @twyrewolf @kalira and @tamsinswriting!

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Derek's phone beeps with a text message and he laughs. "My mom just asked if I thought you would be comfortable with Chantal coming out to examine you."

"Will she have to notify anyone?" Stiles asks. "I'm not sure yet if we can trust this Druid Council."

Derek shakes his head. "Chantal isn't a druid and we've conveniently already notified you guys with this conversation."

Stiles grins. "Good point."

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Some sentences from my fic for the Multiamory March day 2 prompt “matching accessories”. Thanks for the asks, @artsiesforever anr @twyrewolf !

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Derek laughs. "You wanna know the real reason I didn't want to go with them?"

"A reason besides how much you hate shopping?"

Derek nods. "Those two are going to nearly get in a fight about who is going to pay for the watches. This way, I don't get kicked out of any stores and I don't have to ride back home with those two and their blue balls."

Stiles laughs. "So you're saying this trip is just going to be foreplay for them."

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Some very belated sentences from my zany discord challenge crossover fic for @kallisto-k @auburnlaughter and @camelotsfavouriteknight . Thanks for making me write!

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"And yet, regret is a thing we are both very familiar with," Daemon says, knowing he can speak for Lucivar on this.

"Do you regret your kills?" a laconic voice asks.

"No," Daemon and Lucivar say in unison.

"There you have it," the speaker, who had been introduced as Archer says. "Like calls to like,"

Blood calls to Blood, Lucivar says in Daemon's head.

You think this is why we're here? Daemon sends back.

"Are you two talking to each other in your heads?" August asks, appearing fascinated.

"That's so unfair," Noah whines.

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Some sentences from my Stackson friendship movie fixit for @auburnlaughter @eriquin @twyrewolf and @kalira. Thanks for making me write!

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Stiles knows his surprise is showing on his face. He can't seem to help the way his eyes stray to the band on Jackson's left ring finger.

Jackson gives a wry laugh. It sounds pained. "I don't know why I'm still wearing it," he says, clearly having noticed Stiles' glance. "Lydia gave me hell when she saw it. I guess I just didn't want to deal with any questions. It's hard enough being back here without having to recount my failure of a marriage as well."

Stiles nods in understanding. He still has at least one person either ask him about Lydia or tell him what a shame it is they didn't work out every visit back. It's tedious.

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Here are several sentences from somnolescent for @kalira @lizhly @auburnlaughter and @wizisbored. Thanks for making me write!

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Stiles doesn't know how long they kiss. When Peter draws back from Stiles lips he doesn't go far. He trails his lips over Stiles' cheek to his ear.

"Get some more sleep, sweetheart," he whispers.

Stiles doesn't know when he closed his eyes, but he leaves them shut. There's a rustling noise. "You're leaving?" he asks, surprised and also a little disappointed, if he's willing to be honest.

"No, I'm just taking off my shoes," Peter says.

Stiles bites back the sudden urge to point out there's no way Peter will be able to sleep well in his tight jeans. He's not sure he's comfortable with the idea of sleeping with a half-naked Peter. He's not sure he'll be able to sleep with him there at all.

He startles when Peter settles on his side and puts his hand on Stiles' chest.

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Some sentences from my Sky and Sea fill for @deterweek 2026. Thanks for the ask, @stonemaskedtaliesin!

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"Peter," Derek growls.

"Derek," is Peter's calm, predictable reply.

"How do I get rid of them?" Derek flat out asks.

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Some sentences from my Multiamory March day 7 fic for the prompt “but I don’t regret anything” for @kalira and @noisesfrombeyondtheuniverse. Thanks for making me write!

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Derek swallows hard, but he doesn't argue the point. Stiles doesn't know if it's that he can't or if he's just trying to keep the peace with Peter. A thought comes to him.

"What about Scott?" he asks.

Peter gives him a sharp look, followed by a lazy smile. "Now, why would you ever imagine I would regret my only choice of a beta?" he drawls.

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Here are some sentences from won’t you take me from this valley, my Regency time travel nonsense fic. Thanks for making me write, @tamsinswriting @twyrewolf @meggiejolly and @auburnlaughter.

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Stiles frowns. "So, not only can you smell what I'm feeling, you can also feel it, too? That's so unfair!" He knows he's pouting, but he can't help it. Derek already had all the advantages, and now he gets this, too?

Derek sighs heavily. "It goes both ways," he says.

"What?" Stiles says, not sure what he means.

"The mate bond," Derek says. "It may take you some time to learn to read it, since you are unaccustomed to pack bonds, but I am confident you will learn faster than the average human."

Stiles brightens at that. "Because I'm so awesome and smart?"

"Because you have magic," Derek says, voice dry, but when Stiles looks he sees his lips twitch.

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Some sentences from my 5soulmates challenge soulmate goose of enforcement. Thanks to @aparticularbandit @twyrewolf and @wizisbored for making me write!

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Stiles sighs heavily, or as heavily as he can with a goose on his chest.

"Can you at least move so I can get up and get ready for school?" he asks, not sure why he's treating the goose like it can understand English.

The goose honks again, but obligingly hops off Stiles and onto the floor. Stiles resolves not to think about it. That way lies addressing why a goose is in his room and that way lies madness. Stiles is just glad his dad is already at work. The goose must have appeared after his dad looked in on him that morning. Stiles says appeared, because he's dead certain this is a magical goose. There's just something about its beady eyes and the way the light reflects off its feathers. He's pretty sure he knows what type of magical water fowl it is, but he's not thinking about that before coffee.

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And, finally, some more sentences from ‘another fucking sleeping beauty fic’ for @twyrewolf. Thanks for making me write!

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Derek swallows the noise the prince makes and forces himself to draw back from his lips enough to say, "What's wrong?"

"I can't move to touch you as I'd like," the prince says with a pout. Derek tries to resist, but the temptation to suck on that stuck out lower lip is too great.

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WIP Wednesday Game Fills

Starting off this week's post with sentences from 'another fucking sleeping beauty fic' for @wizisbored and @kallisto-k. Thanks for making me write!

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As sensation returns to Stiles, he revels in the feeling of Derek's body against him. He's so impatient to be able to touch his smooth skin. He longs to sink his fingers into the crisp hair on his chest and belly. He's regained enough sensation to feel Dereks cock pressed against him, as well as his own answering hardness. He tries to thrust up, seeking more pressure. He makes a frustrated noise when he can't.

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Some sentences from my deter week Cops & Robbers fic for @twyrewolf @kallisto-k and @catboy-jupiter. Thanks for making me write!

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Erica bursts out of the back room, startling Stiles, who flails backwards. He would have fallen, but Peter catches his arm and pulls him upright. When Stiles is steady, he's far closer to Peter than he's ever been--close enough to smell his cologne.

"Flirt with Stiles later," Erica says. "I have news from Anders."

"He wasn't flirting," Stiles says, face hot.

"Sure I was," Peter says, to his shock. "Sadly, duty calls." He nudges Stiles' coffee toward him. "Drink your coffee. We'll talk later."

With that, he disappears into the back, leaving Stiles to stare after him.

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Some sentences from my "fairytales" Multiamory March day 20 prompt fill for @catboy-jupiter @kallisto-k @wizisbored and @auburnlaugher. Thanks for making me write!

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Stiles gapes at him. "I didn't bring a mob. I brought the pack."

Peter sniffs. "A mob would likely be better behaved."

"I thought you were fucking dead!" Stiles yells, horrified when his voice breaks.

"Derek could have informed you otherwise," Peter says, his eyes flicking to his nephew then back to Stiles.

"He didn't believe me," Derek says softly.

"I saw you die," Stiles says, "And unlike Derek I don't have a handy-dandy mate bond to tell me it isn't true."

"Umm," Isaac says behind him.

"I'm not sure he need to be here for this," Lydia says from behind Stiles, her voice unusually gentle..

Stiles nods and waits while the pack exits, leaving him with Peter and Derek.

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@tamsinswriting requested sentences from a fic I can't share from. Dice determined shareable sentences would come from my "attending a concert" Multiamory March fic. Thanks for making me write!

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"Oh my god, it's them!"

Stefan barely registers the shrill scream as he steps out of the car in front of Novia Scotia's biggest theater. It isn't until the same voice screams, "Maegan!" that he turns to see a teenage girl leaning over a barricade between the street and the entrance.

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Sentences from devil don't take a break for @kalira x 2 @meggiejolly and @eriquin. Thanks for making me write! This fic is now part of the WIP Big Bang, so now new chapters will be posted until at least August, but I've started a podfic of the ones that are already out!

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Derek and Stiles fill the sheriff in on the day's events. When they're done, he frowns thoughtfully.

"I can probably add distribution to a minor to Kate's charges, but I don't think it will stick. No, I think it's time to call your grandmother," he concludes.

Stiles immediately perks up. "Yes! She's gonna slaughter Kate!"

"You could be less excited about that," the sheriff chides, but he seems more resigned than anything.

"Well, you won't let me do it, so I have to live vicariously through Grandma," Stiles blithely answers.

Derek doesn't feel so sanguine about this plan. Oh, he agrees that it's the best idea, but his distrust of hunters is deep and ingrained. "Maybe the two of you should call her without me."

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@twyrewolf and @wizisbored requested a fic I can't share from. Here are some sentences from my @macrocest bingo "Hazing" fic instead. Thanks for making me write!

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Beyond knowing he can't let Scott kill Peter, Derek doesn't know what he's going to do. He doesn't want to kill Peter, shies away from the mere thought, but he also knows Peter isn't in his right mind. The uncle he'd known had been ruthless, but never sloppy.

Derek needs to confront Peter and he needs to do it by himself. He has his scent now, so he should be able to track him. Unfortunately, he can't seem to go anywhere without Stiles popping up.

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Some sentences from my zany discord challenge crossover fic for @meggiejolly @tamsinswriting and @twyrewolf. Thanks for making me write!

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"I'd like to know more about what your family does," Lucivar says, setting off a wave of movement as the various Mulvaneys shift in their seats. Only Thomas is still, leveling an assessing look on Lucivar, then turning his gaze on Daemon. Both of them meet it easily.

"My sons are adopted," Thomas says. "They were all chosen for qualities they share, specifically that they are psychopaths--meaning they're incapable of emotions like regret and empathy."

Daemon looks around the room again, noting half the men now watch them with dead eyes, predator's eyes. Besides him, Lucivar makes a movement Daemon recognizes as him trying to flex the wings he doesn't have in this world.

"This is what your granddaughter meant when she said we are like them," Daemon says, not bothering to make it sound like a question.

Thomas grimaces, then nods.

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Some sentences from my @deterweek day 5 Always & Forever fic for @catboy-jupiter. Thanks for making me write!

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Stiles doesn't hesitate to use his key to enter the loft. When he walks in he hears a groan he recognizes as Derek. He's hurrying across the room when it's followed up by, "Harder."

He stops. That sounded like sex, not pain.

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Sentences from my fic for the prompt "you weren't supposed to hear that" for @stonemaskedtaliesin. Thanks for making me write!

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Peter's eyebrows lift again. "Have a marathon last night?" he asks.

Stiles somehow turns even redder. "Only in my imagination," he mutters.

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Sentences from a 2024 kinktober fic I'm still working on for the prompts "evil twin" and "double penetration in one hole". Thanks to @catboy-jupiter and @wizisbored for making me write!

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He's naked, and that seems to prompt the rest of them to strip down, clothes landing in crumpled heaps on the floor.

"Come here and kiss me," Peter says. When Stiles follows his gaze, it's locked on Paul.

Paul seems transfixed, until Derek only somewhat gently pushes him toward the bed. Paul climbs onto Peter's lap and kisses him. Peter grabs his head and deepens the kiss, causing Paul to groan.

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This set of sentences is from my Stackson friendship movie fixit wip. @zyrafowe-sny @meggiejolly and @tamsinswriting requested sentences from a fic I can't share from. Have these instead. Thanks for making me write!

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"Lydia is more regal than ever," Jackson says with a smile.

"I would ask if the two of you were back on, but I heard you're with Ethan Carver."

Jackson shifts in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "Ethan and I aren't together anymore," he says quietly.

Stiles knows his surprise is showing on his face. He can't seem to help the way his eyes stray to the band on Jackson's left ring finger.

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Sentences from somnolescent for @inevitablyuncertain. Thanks for making me write!

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Peter smiles, softer than Stiles is used to seeing from him, but there's something predatory about it. Then he leans in and kisses Stiles. When their lips touch, Stiles' brain goes quiet in a way it almost never does.

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Sentences from one of my macrocest bingo prompts for @twyrewolf who requested a fic I can't share from. Thanks for making me write!

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"I need you," Derek grits out, then dives back in to kiss Stiles' again, before he can answer.

"Lube," Stiles tears his mouth away to gasp out.

"No, like this," Derek says, wrapping one of his big hands around both of their cocks.

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Some sentences from the next chapter of won't you take me from this valley, my Regency time travel nonsense fic, for @artsiesforever @eriquin and @zyrafowe-sny. Thanks for making me write!

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"Miss Argent makes you very uncomfortable," he says.

Stiles looks at him. "I guess I wasn't hiding that very well."

Derek shakes his head. "I could feel that something was upsetting you. What did she say to you?"

Stiles' eyes widen. "You could feel that?"

"Of course," Derek says. "You are my mate. What did she say to you?"

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Some sentences for @wizisbored from sign your name across my body, my Steterek Neckz 'n' Throatz fic. Thanks for making me write!

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"Yeah, but Erica is always teasing people," Stiles says. "I didn't think she meant it. I don't see how you got from that to not being surprised they're inviting me for dinner!"

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Some sentences from another macrocest prompt "can't stand to be touched after being abused" for @zyrafowe-sny and @tamsinswriting. Thanks for making me write!

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Derek looks at him, assessing. "What did she do to you?" he asks.

Peter is regretting all of the training he's given Derek over the years. "It hardly matters," he says. "She's dead and I'm not inclined to bring her back just to dispatch her painfully."

Derek moves fast and, to his shame, Peter feels himself flinch.

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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.