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Finished the first draft of my piece for @fandomtrumpshate, so here’s a bit more of it.

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Stiles drops into the chair in front of the desk and sits forward, clasping his hands on top of the desk. “Sheriff Stilinski,” he says with all the seriousness, sincerity, and anxiety in his heart, “I have reason to believe that a Beacon County resident is in danger.”

Dad sits up straight, all business. He pulls an incident report form from his desk and clicks his favorite pen. Then he pauses, looking at Stiles. “Which resident?”

“Derek Hale.”

“And what is the nature of the danger?”

Stiles swallows. “I think he’s been captured. Again.”

Dad sighs and puts the form away. He reaches into a different desk drawer—the locked one—and pulls out a notepad. “Tell me.”

Sunday Six: In Another Room

Here’s a bit of my sterek WIP for Fandom Trumps Hate 2021

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Stiles waits a long minute, and then another, but he doesn’t hear Derek’s voice again. He’s tempted to write it off as a product of his over-Adderalled imagination. Then again, this is Beacon Hills. If Stiles has learned anything in the five years since Scott was bitten, it’s that ignoring signs of the ominous, the supernatural, or the all-around weird ends poorly. For Stiles. It ends poorly for Stiles.

FTH 2021!

For trickybonmot’s The Quiet Room (AU 90s San Francisco, feat. goth!LZ and real life diner ‘Orphan Andys’).

Wei Ying just looks at him for a few seconds, his still-perfect eyeliner and spooky black clothes and excessively beautiful hair; his serious, secretive face; his perfect table manners.

“Lan Zhan,” he sighs. “What a shameless thing to say on our first date.”

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