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I haven't written in ages. But I finished the family questline in Assassin's Creed Odyssey. I LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH.
Look at Kassandra omg! She's so gorgeous and one of my favorite video game characters I've ever played.
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Under the cut, a little bit of what I was writing in November for Nano before AC Odyssey took over my life. WARNING for some torture. Peter's trying to find Derek, who's gone missing. The hunter has it coming. :P
"I'll give you one more chance to tell me where my nephew is," Peter says, and even though he knows his eyes are glowing and he feels like he's teetering on the edge of madness again, the words come out mildly.
Maybe that's a mistake. Maybe this hunter doesn't believe what he's capable of.
"Oh yeah, and then what?" the hunter asks. His face is bloody but he's still full of bluster.
Peter growls. "Then I start peeling the skin from your body with my claws."
"I told you," the hunter says. He turns his face and spits blood on the concrete floor. "I don't know anything about Derek Hale, just that he up and disappeared a month ago."
Peter grasps the man's wrist and slices a line down his arm. The hunter hisses but doesn't otherwise react. Peter shakes his head. "Where is he? He was last seen with one of yours."
The hunter shakes his head. "News to me."
"Then tell me where Claude Thatcher is," Peter says, making a perfectly perpendicular line to go with the first. "He was there. He knows what happened to Derek."
The hunter swallows, staring at his arm. "Claude isn't one of mine."
Peter slides a bloodied fingertip under the skin and starts to peel it back. "Wrong answer."
"He was on loan!"
Peter narrows his eyes. "Brian. That's your name, right? Well, Brian. Tell me where Claude is, and I might let you go."
"I'm not a fucking snitch, and you're just an animal," the hunter pants, still staring at his arm.
Peter smiles — more a baring of his teeth than anything — and peels the skin back more, listening to Brian cry out. There's just more of the same for him if he doesn't talk, and he's got to know that by now.
"You and I have something in common, then. Loyalty. I want you to think about this for a minute: me, loyal to my pack and my family, and utterly ruthless when it comes to protecting them. I've got years of experience in making people talk and making them scream. If you don't tell me where to find my nephew, I'm going to kill you and move on to the next hunter in your little group. One after another. I'll go through them all. Your whole little family will be decimated, and it'll be all your fault."
"You're fucking nuts," Brian pants, then screams again as Peter slices another two inches of skin off his arm.
"I went through a period of time where I was rather crazy," Peter says conversationally. "But I'm much clearer now." He drops Brian's left arm and slices his shirt open. "You know, it hurts much more when it's on the chest." His claws hover over the hunter's heart. Peter can hear it slamming in his chest.
"Claude left! He went back to Virginia and that's all I know!"
Peter smiles, this time more genuinely. "Oh, I think you know more than that. Keep talking."
Brian shakes his head. "He was on loan from a smaller family. The Calaveras hooked us up."
"What was the name of the hunting family Claude came from?" When it looks like Brian won't say more, Peter slices a clean line in his skin.
"Hayes!" Brian says. "Now, leave my family alone, we don't know anything about your nephew!"
Peter gives him a long look. "You could have told me this hours ago."
Brian glares at him, but he can't hide the fear in his eyes now.
When Peter grabbed this hunter, he'd been alone. Brian wasn't due to check back in with his 'family' until Monday, and it's just Friday now. He knows it, knows how easy it will be for Peter to make him disappear. He knows he hasn't seen the outside of the building Peter's using.
What he doesn't know is that Peter's already prepared a grave for him.
"It's not just tonight, either," Peter says, narrowing his eyes. "Two weeks ago, you had a little chat with someone and you could've saved us so much time if you'd just talked then."
Chris and Scott have talked to a lot of people in the past three weeks. They left Peter out of the loop, made him track down his own leads. And he'd come back to Brian, who'd sworn up and down he hadn't heard a word, hadn't known a thing.
"Two weeks," Peter growls. "Meanwhile my nephew is still missing and-"
He stops himself. He doesn't need to show this hunter how worried he is. Doesn't need to expose that part of himself. He's raw enough as it is.
Brian has to know how fucked he is. "Look, I'm not saying I didn't know, but-"
Peter strikes him in the face to shut him up. "You're dead. And if I don't find my nephew soon, I'm coming back for the rest of your family. I will raze your little hunting clique to the ground."
Brian doesn't get another chance to protest before Peter rips his throat out with his claws.
Peter had been in Peru with Cora when Derek went missing. He didn't know anything about it until it was too late to track him down using the usual methods. The trail, the scent, had grown cold by the time Peter had an inkling.
Cora came with him for about a week, trying to help, but she soon realized there was nothing she could do. Her frustration and worry just got in the way. So Peter gave her hug and sent her back to her pack in Peru — with the promise he'd find her brother, or die trying.
She looked at him helplessly, but she nodded and listened. She believed him, too. Peter had done his best to repair the relationship between them, to build it back up again, and it had taken some work but they were on good terms.
He wished he could say the same for him and Derek. He'd given his nephew the space he needed, checking in with him from time to time, and he did feel like they could have things back — almost the way they used to be — with some more time.
But now, time is not a thing Peter has in great supply. He could kill McCall and Argent for keeping him out of the loop. For not telling him Derek was missing in the first place. Two weeks passed before Peter even figured it out, and only then because Derek wasn't answering Cora's calls. His own? Sometimes Derek would get into moods and ignore him. It didn't last too long, sometimes just a few days, maybe a week. So at first it was nothing to really worry about.
But when Derek wouldn't answer Cora — that's when Peter started to suspect something was wrong.
Derek had been spending time in Montana, but — Peter learned later — had taken a trip to Nevada. Peter's not sure why, since Derek wasn't much for deserts or gambling, When Peter finds Derek, asking why Nevada will be the last thing on his mind.
He tries not to dwell on the what-ifs, but he knows the longer it takes to find Derek, the less of a chance Derek has. He's not dead yet — Peter and Cora would be able to feel that — but if he's in a bad situation, that might change.
After Peter disposes of Brian's body, he calls Cora. "I've got a lead. I'm headed to Virginia."
"How good a lead?" she asks. "Is he… do we know what's going on yet?"
Peter sighs over the phone. "It's solid, but I still don't know."
"Okay. Okay." Cora takes a steadying breath Peter can clearly hear. "Do you need me?"
"Not yet. I don't know what I'm walking into," Peter answers truthfully. "I don't want to put you at risk, too."
"You shouldn't be doing this alone," Cora says with quiet frustration. "I feel so helpless. I can feel him and I know it's not good. I can feel him." She repeats the last softly.
Peter knows. His own pack bond with Derek isn't as strong as Cora's, but he can still feel how strained Derek is, the stress he's under. He can't tell much else, but he knows exactly what she means when she says 'it's not good'.
If he's going to Virginia, that means he'll be close to someone else who cares about Derek. Has anyone told Stiles what's going on? Maybe Peter should stop by on his way to find the Hayes family.
"What are you thinking?" Cora asks.
"I'm not sure," Peter says. "I just know I have to keep looking."
"Unlike other people who've already given up," she says bitterly.
Like Scott and Chris. They followed a few leads, went soft on their contacts, and decided they weren't going to find Derek. That he was just gone.
No, Stiles doesn't know. He couldn't. He'd never stop looking for Derek, or let Scott give up so easily. Everyone else could be oblivious to the feelings between Stiles and Derek, but Peter wasn't one of them. He could see things clearly, even when they weren't in the same room. Just hearing Derek talk about Stiles, seeing the look in Stiles's eyes…
But Derek hadn't done anything about it, and Stiles hadn't either. Maybe they were waiting for Stiles to be done with his training. Or maybe they were just idiots.
Peter sighs again. "I'm going to drop by and see Stiles. He may be able to help."
"How?" Cora asks dubiously.
"He's tenacious, good with research, and he's in love with your brother."
"I don't think I'd go that far," Cora says.
"You weren't around enough to see," Peter says. "Both of them, completely lovestruck. And oblivious idiots about it, too."
"Hmm," Cora says, sounding dubious. "If you think it'll help and not hurt your search, then yeah. But be careful. He's just human."
A smart, capable human with the same ruthless streak as Peter.
"I think it's the right call," Peter says, and the more he thinks about it, the more he's sure he's right.
They hang up then, not much more to say, and Peter scrolls through his contacts. He'd call Stiles if he thought it was a good idea, but he thinks telling him in person is a better idea. He's not a total dick.
Plus he wants to see Stiles's reaction in person.
"And you're just telling me this now?"
The fear and anxiety creeping into Stiles's scent are expected. The anger is not.
"I've been busy," Peter snaps. "Derek's fallen off the face of the earth and I haven't known long, not compared to Argent and McCall-"
"Wait, Scott knows? Scott knows and he didn't tell me either?"
"Focus, Stiles," Peter says, frustration creeping into his voice.
Stiles takes a breath and sets his jaw. "How long has he been missing?"
"Four weeks," Peter says.
The scents of Stiles's emotions grows stronger. "Do you have any leads?"
"Just one," Peter says, wishing it was more. "A hunter here in Virginia might have had something to do with it."
Stiles meets his eyes and Peter sees a ruthless determination that matches his own. "Let me get my go bag."
"Don't you have classes?" Peter asks.
Stiles rolls his eyes and dismisses the question. He disappears into the bedroom and comes back out almost immediately with a full-looking duffel. "Let's go."
"You sure you've got everything you need?" Peter asks dubiously.
Stiles levels him with a look Peter hasn't seen in awhile. He's missed it. "I've been prepared for shit to hit the fan since I left Beacon Hills. I'm ready."
***
The fic sounds like Sterek at first, but it's probably going to evolve into Steterek, as most of what I've been writing lately has done. Let me know what you think!
Oooh and if anyone wants some icons, let me know of what and I'll make some. I'm still not GREAT at icon making, but I'm not bad and I like doing it. :)
I haven't written in ages. But I finished the family questline in Assassin's Creed Odyssey. I LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH.
Look at Kassandra omg! She's so gorgeous and one of my favorite video game characters I've ever played.
I guess I'm taking a little break from writing and then I'll get back to it after the new year. I'm gonna sign up for the 250k pledge goal for 2019 with
getyourwordsout - why don't you check out the community and see if you want to join me? You can pledge to write as little as 75k, or if a word count isn't your thing, you can do a habit pledge, where you write so many days out of the year.And while I'm here, and so many of you are new to DW, why don't you check out
fan_flashworks?Under the cut, a little bit of what I was writing in November for Nano before AC Odyssey took over my life. WARNING for some torture. Peter's trying to find Derek, who's gone missing. The hunter has it coming. :P
"I'll give you one more chance to tell me where my nephew is," Peter says, and even though he knows his eyes are glowing and he feels like he's teetering on the edge of madness again, the words come out mildly.
Maybe that's a mistake. Maybe this hunter doesn't believe what he's capable of.
"Oh yeah, and then what?" the hunter asks. His face is bloody but he's still full of bluster.
Peter growls. "Then I start peeling the skin from your body with my claws."
"I told you," the hunter says. He turns his face and spits blood on the concrete floor. "I don't know anything about Derek Hale, just that he up and disappeared a month ago."
Peter grasps the man's wrist and slices a line down his arm. The hunter hisses but doesn't otherwise react. Peter shakes his head. "Where is he? He was last seen with one of yours."
The hunter shakes his head. "News to me."
"Then tell me where Claude Thatcher is," Peter says, making a perfectly perpendicular line to go with the first. "He was there. He knows what happened to Derek."
The hunter swallows, staring at his arm. "Claude isn't one of mine."
Peter slides a bloodied fingertip under the skin and starts to peel it back. "Wrong answer."
"He was on loan!"
Peter narrows his eyes. "Brian. That's your name, right? Well, Brian. Tell me where Claude is, and I might let you go."
"I'm not a fucking snitch, and you're just an animal," the hunter pants, still staring at his arm.
Peter smiles — more a baring of his teeth than anything — and peels the skin back more, listening to Brian cry out. There's just more of the same for him if he doesn't talk, and he's got to know that by now.
"You and I have something in common, then. Loyalty. I want you to think about this for a minute: me, loyal to my pack and my family, and utterly ruthless when it comes to protecting them. I've got years of experience in making people talk and making them scream. If you don't tell me where to find my nephew, I'm going to kill you and move on to the next hunter in your little group. One after another. I'll go through them all. Your whole little family will be decimated, and it'll be all your fault."
"You're fucking nuts," Brian pants, then screams again as Peter slices another two inches of skin off his arm.
"I went through a period of time where I was rather crazy," Peter says conversationally. "But I'm much clearer now." He drops Brian's left arm and slices his shirt open. "You know, it hurts much more when it's on the chest." His claws hover over the hunter's heart. Peter can hear it slamming in his chest.
"Claude left! He went back to Virginia and that's all I know!"
Peter smiles, this time more genuinely. "Oh, I think you know more than that. Keep talking."
Brian shakes his head. "He was on loan from a smaller family. The Calaveras hooked us up."
"What was the name of the hunting family Claude came from?" When it looks like Brian won't say more, Peter slices a clean line in his skin.
"Hayes!" Brian says. "Now, leave my family alone, we don't know anything about your nephew!"
Peter gives him a long look. "You could have told me this hours ago."
Brian glares at him, but he can't hide the fear in his eyes now.
When Peter grabbed this hunter, he'd been alone. Brian wasn't due to check back in with his 'family' until Monday, and it's just Friday now. He knows it, knows how easy it will be for Peter to make him disappear. He knows he hasn't seen the outside of the building Peter's using.
What he doesn't know is that Peter's already prepared a grave for him.
"It's not just tonight, either," Peter says, narrowing his eyes. "Two weeks ago, you had a little chat with someone and you could've saved us so much time if you'd just talked then."
Chris and Scott have talked to a lot of people in the past three weeks. They left Peter out of the loop, made him track down his own leads. And he'd come back to Brian, who'd sworn up and down he hadn't heard a word, hadn't known a thing.
"Two weeks," Peter growls. "Meanwhile my nephew is still missing and-"
He stops himself. He doesn't need to show this hunter how worried he is. Doesn't need to expose that part of himself. He's raw enough as it is.
Brian has to know how fucked he is. "Look, I'm not saying I didn't know, but-"
Peter strikes him in the face to shut him up. "You're dead. And if I don't find my nephew soon, I'm coming back for the rest of your family. I will raze your little hunting clique to the ground."
Brian doesn't get another chance to protest before Peter rips his throat out with his claws.
Peter had been in Peru with Cora when Derek went missing. He didn't know anything about it until it was too late to track him down using the usual methods. The trail, the scent, had grown cold by the time Peter had an inkling.
Cora came with him for about a week, trying to help, but she soon realized there was nothing she could do. Her frustration and worry just got in the way. So Peter gave her hug and sent her back to her pack in Peru — with the promise he'd find her brother, or die trying.
She looked at him helplessly, but she nodded and listened. She believed him, too. Peter had done his best to repair the relationship between them, to build it back up again, and it had taken some work but they were on good terms.
He wished he could say the same for him and Derek. He'd given his nephew the space he needed, checking in with him from time to time, and he did feel like they could have things back — almost the way they used to be — with some more time.
But now, time is not a thing Peter has in great supply. He could kill McCall and Argent for keeping him out of the loop. For not telling him Derek was missing in the first place. Two weeks passed before Peter even figured it out, and only then because Derek wasn't answering Cora's calls. His own? Sometimes Derek would get into moods and ignore him. It didn't last too long, sometimes just a few days, maybe a week. So at first it was nothing to really worry about.
But when Derek wouldn't answer Cora — that's when Peter started to suspect something was wrong.
Derek had been spending time in Montana, but — Peter learned later — had taken a trip to Nevada. Peter's not sure why, since Derek wasn't much for deserts or gambling, When Peter finds Derek, asking why Nevada will be the last thing on his mind.
He tries not to dwell on the what-ifs, but he knows the longer it takes to find Derek, the less of a chance Derek has. He's not dead yet — Peter and Cora would be able to feel that — but if he's in a bad situation, that might change.
After Peter disposes of Brian's body, he calls Cora. "I've got a lead. I'm headed to Virginia."
"How good a lead?" she asks. "Is he… do we know what's going on yet?"
Peter sighs over the phone. "It's solid, but I still don't know."
"Okay. Okay." Cora takes a steadying breath Peter can clearly hear. "Do you need me?"
"Not yet. I don't know what I'm walking into," Peter answers truthfully. "I don't want to put you at risk, too."
"You shouldn't be doing this alone," Cora says with quiet frustration. "I feel so helpless. I can feel him and I know it's not good. I can feel him." She repeats the last softly.
Peter knows. His own pack bond with Derek isn't as strong as Cora's, but he can still feel how strained Derek is, the stress he's under. He can't tell much else, but he knows exactly what she means when she says 'it's not good'.
If he's going to Virginia, that means he'll be close to someone else who cares about Derek. Has anyone told Stiles what's going on? Maybe Peter should stop by on his way to find the Hayes family.
"What are you thinking?" Cora asks.
"I'm not sure," Peter says. "I just know I have to keep looking."
"Unlike other people who've already given up," she says bitterly.
Like Scott and Chris. They followed a few leads, went soft on their contacts, and decided they weren't going to find Derek. That he was just gone.
No, Stiles doesn't know. He couldn't. He'd never stop looking for Derek, or let Scott give up so easily. Everyone else could be oblivious to the feelings between Stiles and Derek, but Peter wasn't one of them. He could see things clearly, even when they weren't in the same room. Just hearing Derek talk about Stiles, seeing the look in Stiles's eyes…
But Derek hadn't done anything about it, and Stiles hadn't either. Maybe they were waiting for Stiles to be done with his training. Or maybe they were just idiots.
Peter sighs again. "I'm going to drop by and see Stiles. He may be able to help."
"How?" Cora asks dubiously.
"He's tenacious, good with research, and he's in love with your brother."
"I don't think I'd go that far," Cora says.
"You weren't around enough to see," Peter says. "Both of them, completely lovestruck. And oblivious idiots about it, too."
"Hmm," Cora says, sounding dubious. "If you think it'll help and not hurt your search, then yeah. But be careful. He's just human."
A smart, capable human with the same ruthless streak as Peter.
"I think it's the right call," Peter says, and the more he thinks about it, the more he's sure he's right.
They hang up then, not much more to say, and Peter scrolls through his contacts. He'd call Stiles if he thought it was a good idea, but he thinks telling him in person is a better idea. He's not a total dick.
Plus he wants to see Stiles's reaction in person.
"And you're just telling me this now?"
The fear and anxiety creeping into Stiles's scent are expected. The anger is not.
"I've been busy," Peter snaps. "Derek's fallen off the face of the earth and I haven't known long, not compared to Argent and McCall-"
"Wait, Scott knows? Scott knows and he didn't tell me either?"
"Focus, Stiles," Peter says, frustration creeping into his voice.
Stiles takes a breath and sets his jaw. "How long has he been missing?"
"Four weeks," Peter says.
The scents of Stiles's emotions grows stronger. "Do you have any leads?"
"Just one," Peter says, wishing it was more. "A hunter here in Virginia might have had something to do with it."
Stiles meets his eyes and Peter sees a ruthless determination that matches his own. "Let me get my go bag."
"Don't you have classes?" Peter asks.
Stiles rolls his eyes and dismisses the question. He disappears into the bedroom and comes back out almost immediately with a full-looking duffel. "Let's go."
"You sure you've got everything you need?" Peter asks dubiously.
Stiles levels him with a look Peter hasn't seen in awhile. He's missed it. "I've been prepared for shit to hit the fan since I left Beacon Hills. I'm ready."
***
The fic sounds like Sterek at first, but it's probably going to evolve into Steterek, as most of what I've been writing lately has done. Let me know what you think!
Oooh and if anyone wants some icons, let me know of what and I'll make some. I'm still not GREAT at icon making, but I'm not bad and I like doing it. :)