#voiles week

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j'organise des Week-ends de voile, stage de voile en Normandie. Location de voilier avec skipper , destinations proposées Honfleur, Deauville, Fécamp, Dieppe, Ile Scilly etc ...

[eauxsaines-blog]

j'organise des Week-ends voile, stage voile en Normandie. Location de voilier avec skipper en Normandie, Honfleur, Deauville, Fécamp, Dieppe

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just a little thing

Won’t be uploading a fic for the last day of Voiles Week.  

It’s just one of those stories that’s taking a bit longer than I’d like, and I’m not super into it right now, so I’m shelving it for later.  I’ve got other things that need to be done that I’m currently quite passionate about. 

Look for it in the months to come, however.  Eventually it’ll be finished and put out there.  I think I’m just a bit sick of writing the same pairing for approximately six days straight. 

Love you, lovelies! 

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Like Hell

Rated: M | Words: 2717 | Complete

Bodies are turning up in the City of Angels. Stiles is a well known exorcist.

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hAPPY MOTHERFUCKING VOILES WEEK EVERYBODY 

JESUS THIS IS RAD

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This is for Day 3 of Voiles Week, Alternate Universe. I might be a little late whoops.

The planet is all barren dirt and hard grey rock, so far past the edge of the frontier and into unmapped territory that all Stiles had to guide him was the familiar tug in the back of his mind. The feeling had been there for as long as he could remember and it only got stronger the further he travelled into unknown space. Like something was calling him, a whisper on the wind. The cavern he stands in now is huge and dark and empty. Before, trying to grasp the feeling was like trying to catch smoke, it just slipped through his fingers. But now, it’s like a living breathing thing touching the edges of his mind. Almost like he could reach out and- "It's been such a long time since anyone has heard my call." The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere at once, startling Stiles so bad he almost slips on the damp rock as he turns to find the source. "Even longer since a Jedi answered," the voice continues, amused. Stiles feels a cold knife twist in his gut at the title. "I'm not a Jedi. Not any more." Even if he does still carry his lightsaber, damaged as it is, on his belt. "Mmm, no. You're so much more, aren't you?" The shadows shift, curling through the air around him and Stiles stumbles back when he feels something brush across his cheek. "I can feel it you know, that power inside you. It's tearing you apart." "How do you-" "I can make it stop. Make you stop feeling like this. Make you empty. You just have to let me in." The voice is close now, whispering in his ear. Stiles jumps, breathing hard as he spins around to see nothing but empty air behind him. He can feel his heart beating rabbit-fast in his chest, telling him to run, run, run. This is ridiculous, he isn't going to play whatever game this thing is playing. Stiles steadies himself and closes his eyes, breathes in deeply, once, twice, then reaches out with his senses. There's nothing. The entire cave is empty, absent of even the force itself. He doesn't know how he didn't notice it earlier. It feels like he's teetering at the edge of a huge gaping abyss, about to fall.

Stiles inhales sharply, "What are you?" A laugh echoes off the stone walls. He can feel arms wrap around him and rest on his shoulders. "Oh, Stiles. Haven't you figured it out yet?" He never said his name. Stiles snaps his eyes open to see a mirror image of himself staring at him. "I'm you." The doppelgänger grins and leans in, pressing a whisper-light kiss to his lips. And Stiles is falling head-first into the darkness.

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Malevolent

Rated: M | Words: 319 | Complete

He is not himself. He is someone else.