3 sentence AU fic meme!
Just fyi, I have a tumblr now, yay. I'm still getting the hang of it, but it's not as newfangled as I thought. *temporarily leans old lady cane up against a wall* School's okay so far, too. I'm really tired, but it's not challenging yet. I've decided to read more for leisure again, so I ordered Shadow and Bone and all of Nightrunner. Can't wait for
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Naturally Foreordained Events
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The languid smile on Peter's lips drips off like fresh paint in rain, when he takes in Derek's wide eyes, his heaving breaths - Stiles's still, still form, the blood that stains both boys.
“Bring him in,” Peter directs, grim as Derek's ever seen him. Derek does as he's bid precariously, arms hooked beneath Stiles's knees, Stiles's head lolling against his broad chest. They don't move very far into the freshly repaired Hale house. Peter points Derek to a new sofa, not even commenting on its potential to stain, then calls Isaac in to aid him.
“I can do it,” Derek says, and he means the words to growl, but they don't. They stutter off into silence. Peter levels him with a pointed glance. The fight seeps out of Derek. He gives Isaac a curt nod - both you can do this, pup and please, save him - before he lets Peter shoo him out.
He waits on the porch for who knows how long. The smell of Stiles's blood, pungent, tangy, hangs in the air around him. He's so lost in thought, he almost misses the swift beat of Scott's sneaker-clad feet, but not the younger wolf's, “Stiles! What happened to Stiles!?”
“You happened,” Derek says, with a narrow-eyed scowl, and when Scott retreats a step, gasping, he feels a spike of guilt course through him.
No, that's not entirely true. The Alpha pack attacked Stiles because Scott is a wolf, and Scott is a wolf due to Peter, but also because Derek wouldn't allow him to be anything else. Derek leans back against the wooden wall at his rear with a sigh. Scott must hear the unspoken apology in it, because he hesitates, then moves to stand beside Derek.
That's how Peter finds them an hour later. Derek swallows, gaze drawn to the blood splattered on Peter's clothes. He knows Scott must be doing the same - can even hear Scott's choked intake of air.
“What would you give up for your human friend to live?” Peter inquires, expression still dire.
“Anything,” Scott says at once.
Derek knows the conviction won't sound as earnest, as genuine, coming from him, but he says it, as well: “Anything. Anything.”
“Good,” Peter replies, smiling anew, a snake-like curl to his mouth, “then you'll halve the price between you. Come.”
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End!
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I fear for the world more with Peter as the dimension witch.
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