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Fandom: Teen Wolf
Summary: Kate watches Derek and doesn't change her mind
Notes: Sequel to Love is Just a Bloodsport, A Banquet of Consequences, Sweet’s the Air With Curly Smoke (From All My Burning Bridges), The Smell of Something Burning, and Between Epiphany and Epitaph. AU take on the Hale house fire and its consequences. Title from The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad.
I wanted to hurt you
but the victory is that I could not stomach it.{Snow and Dirty Rain by Richard Siken}
She hadn’t meant to change her mind. Wasn’t sure she had. She still smiled at the thought of the fire, at the knowledge of a good plan well-orchestrated, was still immensely satisfied with herself, but the fact was, she was sitting in a motel with her little werewolf.
And wasn’t that the problem.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Summary: The news sinks in and Derek puts two and two together.
Notes: Sequel to Love is Just a Bloodsport, A Banquet of Consequences, Sweet’s the Air With Curly Smoke (From All My Burning Bridges), and The Smell of Something Burning. AU take on the Hale house fire and its consequences. Title from a David Glaser quote.
Between Epiphany and Epitaph
And then the second boot falls.
And then a third, a fourth, a fifth.{Boot Theory by Richard Siken}
They caught the late night news about the fire. It was Kate’s idea, considering Derek wasn’t doing much of anything. The wolfsbane side-effects must have worn off by now, but then keeping a werewolf under wasn’t an exact science. Kate sat cross-legged on the single bed with the control remote in her lap, the knife strapped to her ankle digging in uncomfortably.
Someone had a party while you were sleeping but you weren’t really sleeping, you were sick, and parts of you were burning, and you couldn’t move.
{You Are Jeff, #22 by Richard Siken}
When Derek woke up the sun had set and Kate was listening to the radio, some bouncy cheerful thing with a tinny beat. He could feel air rushing in from her side, the window probably rolled all the way down. Derek took a careful shallow breath and picked up only the faintest trace of wolfsbane, clinging only to their clothes and the car upholstery.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Summary: Derek wakes up in Kate's car smelling smoke.
Notes: Sequel to Love is Just a Bloodsport and A Banquet of Consequences. AU take on the Hale house fire and its consequences. Title from “Sanctuary” by Dorothy Parker.
Every story has its chapter in the desert, the long slide from kingdom
to kingdom through the wilderness,
where you learn things, where you’re left to your own devices.
Henry’s driving,
and Theodore’s bleeding into the upholstery.
{Driving, Not Washing by Richard Siken}
Derek woke up groggy, head pounding and heavy. A touch of air wafted over his face, smelling of gasoline and cheap coffee and asphalt. The smells and a bitter taste in his mouth made his stomach roil. He swallowed hard and opened his eyes, squinting at the light. His eyes burned and he felt a tickling cough start in the back of his throat. He felt like he’d been put through a blender.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Summary: Derek fights for control.
Note: Sequel to Love is Just a Bloodsport. AU take on the Hale house fire and its consequences. Title from a Robert Louis Stevenson quote.
A Banquet of Consequences
They’re hurling their bodies down the freeway
to the smell of gasoline,
which is the sound of a voice saying I told you so.
Yes you did, dear.{Driving, Not Washing by Richard Siken}
Derek gets called to the principal’s office in the middle of history. It’s the last class of the day so he grabs his backpack, stuffing the textbook in it as he walks down the hall. He grinds his teeth, wondering if Terry ratted him out, if this is about yesterday at lunch, when he shoved Terry hard against the lockers before he reined his wolf in. Or maybe it was Michelle with her hand slipping in around his thigh under the desk, and how he squeezed her wrist so hard it bruised almost instantly and he had to bolt to the bathroom before his fangs surfaced.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Summary: Kate teases out Derek's secrets.
Note: Title from “Bloodsport” by the Sneaker Pimps.
Love is Just a Bloodsport
This is the in-between, the waiting that happens in the
space between
one note and the next, the place where you confuse
his hands with the room, the dog
with the man, the blood
with the ripped-up sky.{ The Dislocated Room by Richard Siken }
Kate wasn’t sure, at first. Short of seeing one turn or heal, there was no sure way of knowing whether someone was a werewolf or not. Wolfsbane worked as a preliminary test, but as her brother would never cease reminding her, a flinch or cough wasn’t hard evidence.
She had done her homework, knew the boy was part of the pack, but nothing more. She wouldn’t put her hand in the fire and swear the boy was a wolf. Not yet. But she was working on it.
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...the woods are the only place I can see a clear path. - Captain Malcolm Reynolds, Firefly “Serenity” (1x01-02)
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Summary: Sequel to Linear Equations ; Scott copes with Stiles' coping.
Of Sound Mind
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. ― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
Stiles was starting to scare Scott. Like, really scare him.
( Read more... )Fandom: Teen Wolf
Summary: Stiles is getting ready for something he can't cope with just yet.
Linear Equations
Stiles thinks about lines.
He thinks about how they go on forever, how Euclid said they had breadthless length and how the first time Stiles read that, his eyes flicked over the page so fast that he thought he’d read breathless instead.
He tries not to think about breathlessness.
He thinks about how lines are everywhere, in the walls of his house, the lay of the town. They’re on faces, laugh lines and worry lines and all manner of other lines that bring life to familiar faces. They’re even etched on the skin of his palm. Life lines, and isn’t that a laugh.
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However long the night, the dawn will break. - Proverb
Stiles can barely keep his eyes open on the way home, even though his heart is pounding in his chest like it thinks he’s still running for his life and his hands are claws on the steering wheel, squeezing so tight his joints ache, and can we not think about claws please?
I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you. - Friedrich Nietzsche
Derek stood staring at the door as it swung shut behind Stiles. He heard the boy’s steps fall sure and steady as he went down the front steps, then muffle as he reached packed earth. They paused. The barest wisp of air rushing in past clenched teeth reached Derek’s ears, then silence. A few seconds later, there was a forceful sigh tinged with an emotion Derek couldn’t read.
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