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Title: in the after
Fandom: Animorphs
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: character death
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Animorphs, Rachel, darkness

It’s quiet, in the after. She sleeps for… a long time. How long? Worlds are born and fade away into the nothingness. It’s quiet and she stays still, wrapped in a blanket of sky, of cloud and star. She rests. It’s been so long since she could rest, since there was nothing to do, nothing to worry about.

When she wakes, she rolls to her feet and assesses herself: nothing hurts, or aches, or throbs. She’s in a pleasant place – trees and grass and flowers and birdsong. And a path, leading… somewhere. She glances at the sky and steps forward.

Title: tell me I was dreaming
Fandom: Animorphs
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: mentions of character death; grief
Pairings: Rachel/Tobias
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Animorphs, Rachel, dust in the wind

In his dreams, she flies on wings of her own, golden hair streaming behind her, laughing so loud it fills the sky.

In his nightmares, he never walked home with that group of friendly kids.

In his daydreams, she dances to music he can barely hear, gesturing for him to join her, smiling.

In his daymares, she’s screaming for help because there’re too many, just too many for her to win by herself, and he tries, he tries so hard to get there – but he never makes it.

But he always wakes up, alone, away from everything.

He wakes up.

Title: there’s a bad moon on the rise
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 145
Point of view: third
Prompt: Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, Peter bit Stiles in the woods that day instead of Scott

He gets home and falls onto his bed, bloody clothes and all. Dad'll be busy till after dawn, for sure, and Stiles should call Scott, let him know that who (what) killed the girl didn't get him, but he's just... done. So fucking done with thinking.

In the morning, he hides his bloody clothes, shoves the sheet into the washing machine, takes the quickest shower of his life, and then looks at his side, where the thing bit him.

There isn't even a mark. If it weren't for the clothes, he'd almost think he'd imagined it. He's had daydreams so believable before. (Like when he'd convinced himself Mom had come back.) (Or that time he thought Dad had died on the job.)

But there wasn't any tangible evidence for those. For this, there is.

He swallows heavily and decides to stay home from school.

Title: I said yes for all the wrong reasons
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU, character death
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 345
Point of view: third
Prompt: Teen Wolf, Stiles (+ anybody), Stiles lets Peter bite him to become a werewolf

“Do. You. Want. The bite?”

His immediate reaction is yes. Stronger, faster, instant healing, hearing, scent – bona fide superhero. Or supervillain, he thinks, looking at Peter Hale, still holding his wrist, eyes tinted red.

He’d be bound like Scott is, trapped by this psycho. (If Peter had just gone after his family's murderers, left Scott and Lydia out of it – it’d be different. But he went after Scott. Lydia, spread out on the field. No.)

He doesn’t see a way to kill Peter for good, panic in his throat, pulse fluttering in Peter’s grip. Not as a human. And fuck the Argents, he trusts them less than he does Peter.

Derek survived Peter carving him up. Werewolves can take hits a human never could.

So he looks into Peter’s eyes and he says, “Yes.”


Peter leaves him in the parking garage anyway. “I’ll be back for you,” he promises. “You, Scott, Derek – we’re almost a real pack, now.”

He goes back to the hospital, sees his dad, sees Lydia, tells Argent about his sister (how could he not have known?), grabs Jackson, makes the Molotov cocktails, and helps Allison set his alpha on fire.

Not his alpha, not yet. He’s been bitten, but he hasn’t turned.

Scott’s down, Jackson’s hanging back, Argent’s with Allison and Scott, and Derek – Derek’s working up the nerve.

Stiles gets there first. He uses one of Allison’s discarded knives and he slices Peter’s throat ear-to-ear, and then he stabs the blade down into Peter’s heart and shoves wolfsbane in the wound, as deep as he can.

“What?” Derek says, collapsing on his knees beside Stiles, and Scott’s shouting something, and Stiles is pretty sure Jackson’s throwing up into the bushes.

Stiles hasn’t turned yet but he feels it when the alpha who bit him dies.

“I said yes,” Stiles murmurs, “so I’d be strong enough to kill him.”

He doesn’t look at anyone as he goes back to the car for the rest of the cocktails. He won’t be satisfied until there’s nothing left.


In the morning, Stiles’ eyes are red.

Title: I am frightened by the crowd for we are getting much too loud
Fandom: Biblical
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: possibly anachronistic phrasing
Pairings: one-sided Jesus/Judas
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 205
Point of view: third
Prompt: Jesus Christ: Superstar, Jesus/Judas, any

In the beginning, it was just a bit of fun. Rattling the chains, picking the locks of the cages, making a stand. Jesus had such wonderful ideas, ways to take back some power – but this. This is going too far. This is too much.

This isn’t rattling chains anymore; it’s become the beginnings of an insurrection, and that, that is just too dangerous. That will see them all dead. Worse, that will see him dead, the mouthpiece of the rebellion.

But no matter how he says it, no one is listening to Judas. They are all too wild, too caught up, too young and too brave. And Jesus… he’s just as caught, blaspheming. All his good ideas, all the rightness of the cause, it is lost inside the most proud of all claims, and how… where is the man Judas chose to follow? Where is the man he – the man he –

He closes his eyes, face tilted towards the sunlight, and tries to ignore the laughter, the chatter, the blasphemy. They are too loud, too many, and it will go so wrong. All the joy has soured.

He chose to follow Jesus. Not what Jesus has become. But what can he possibly do now?


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