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    Beacon Hills is about to become a War Zone.

    Part One is how everything starts.

    Part Two is when the Battle begins.

    [The last installment in this series are character posters for the stories]

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    Basically, this will be where all the PWP smut I write goes. Maybe.

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    Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

    He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

    Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

    He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

    And then he leaves.

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    06 Mar 2016

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    There’s a boy exiting the doors as they approach. Where Derek is tan from hours outside, the boy is pale except for a few beauty marks on one cheek. He’s dressed in fine riding clothes, and flanked by a guard wearing the sign of the royal house. A noble, then. He’s younger than Derek, but, considering his higher station, a bow would be appropriate. Despite that, Derek can’t help looking curiously at the boy, who’s looking back at Derek with just as much interest. For a moment, their eyes meet - the boy’s are a deep amber in the sunlit courtyard, ringed by long, tawny lashes.

    A gloved hand smacks the back of Derek’s head and he instinctively flinches away, hunching his shoulders. He loses track of the other boy as they pass one another, and as he turns to get another look, the knight grabs his shoulder and marches him forward into the stable.

    “Keep your eyes to yourself,” the knight instructs. “And next time, show the proper respect to Crown Prince Stiles.”

    Or: A medieval AU that's a little Princess Bride, a little bit more Game of Thrones, and a healthy side-serving of gay erotica.

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    10 Aug 2015

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    Stiles and the gang are all just trying to get through their assigned community service alive; a task that wouldn't be as difficult if they hadn't all received powers after a freak lightning storm. And you know what they say: with power comes the fucked up shit that follows. Or something like that.

    One things for sure, they would all be dead by now if the same mysterious, masked person didn't keep showing up just in time to save their asses.

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    The Misfits AU that I got tired of waiting for, so I wrote it myself.

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    15 Mar 2015

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    Stiles cannot love, because it isn’t something he can touch. The closest he’s ever felt, by his recollection, has been when he held someone else’s life in his hands. With one last gasping breath, their blood covering his hands, Stiles believed that what he felt deep within him was, in fact, love. It was adoration, in a way. A connection that could not be undone, could never be severed. Ending a life brought a rush unlike anything Stiles had ever felt, or would feel, of that he was certain.

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    07 Feb 2015

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    24 Jan 2015