DarkHunterJenn



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    Everyone's dead. Everyone except Peter and Stiles.

    It starts in Beacon Hills, which Stiles isn't surprised about at all. As far as he and Deaton can piece together before everything really goes to shit, a baby necromancer had tried some shit way outside of his pay grade. Within a few hours of the footage airing of bodies crawling from their graves, reports flood in from all over the west coast of cemeteries emptying. Then come reports from the midwest, the east coast, all the way up into Canada and down to Mexico. But they seem to have realized it all started in a northern California town with an unnaturally high murder rate called Beacon Hills.

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    Another zombie apocalypse AU.

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    17 May 2018

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    An amalgamation of Teen Wolf and Time Travel via yours truly. WIPs not included :)

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    11 Apr 2018

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    It was the seventh time this month they’d come in.
     
    They always came when it was quiet and this early Monday afternoon was no exception. The two of them always sat at the bar, two seats apart. The scruffy, dark haired, broody looking one with the eyebrows sat at the middle of the bar. He’d bring a book, or two depending on how near completion of the first he was. Erica would supply him with a steady flow of drinks for the afternoon. Always bottled beer. Never from the tap. She’d crack the top and place the bottle in front of him. Not looking up from his book, he would tap the empty space on the bar next to the bottle reminding Erica to hand him the bottle cap instead of tossing it in the bin. Not that Erica would forget after these last few weeks, but the habit had clearly already presented itself. Today she flicked the cap in his direction with a precision that only came from bartending for years. With a ting, it hit the bottle in Resting Grumpy Face’s hand and fell to the bar, wobbling a few times before settling in place.

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    15 Mar 2018

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    Derek hits Stiles with his Camaro - 'Dammit, Stiles, it was an accident!'...'Why don't I believe you?' and hilarity ensues.

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    20 Feb 2018