8 Works by Ninna_7
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It was bargaining in its purest form, to give Stiles the gift that killed his first ever love and beg for a different result.
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The ashes flow between his fingers like warm, fine sand on a summer’s day. There’s the smell of the sea, and the sound of waves, the sun piercing his eyelids. The warmth of a hug and bubbling laughter. A rush of adrenaline then the crash of a wave. He feels heavy, like his bones are made of lead. His lungs, as hard and unyielding as metal, stop him from breathing. His heart skips three beats in a row and he’s lost between panic and a heart attack. He feels pins and needles over his limbs, like thousands of ants consuming his flesh. And then there’s nothing for a long while.
The sound of the wind is the first to return, then the crickets, then the frantic, loud beating of Stiles’ heart. He falls to his knees with tears running down his face, like grief and confusion. Like something reached inside him and took from it a little shard of his soul. He manages to get on all fours before being sick on the forest ground. He wipes his mouth, the tears from his eyes and the sweat from his brow with shaky hands and tries to stand. He wobbles, but stays up, then he looks around. The Nemeton is dark and rotten. On top of it lies Derek’s naked form.
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Derek gets cursed by a witch and is stuck as a human. The only thing that can break the curse is a true love's kiss.
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"It doesn't have to be romantic love," Stiles says. Everyone looks at him attentively, Deaton raises a quizzical eyebrow."It should be easy then," Erica says, "I mean, everyone in this room loves Derek if we're talking about fraternal love."
Derek swallows, eyes not leaving Stiles even once. Stiles smiles, but it doesn't meet his eyes.
"You're right, but it's not that simple. For it to be strong enough, Derek needs to be—" He clears his throat and continues with a raspy voice, "he needs to be the person you love the most out of everyone else." He keeps his eyes low, rubs his palm with his thumb, leaving a red patch behind. Derek continues watching him with shallow breaths. He then looks past Stiles, over his shoulder, where a family portrait hangs on the wall. His mother and father, smiling at him.
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"I want to go back to Jerusalem. It's where all this started," Nicolo says.
"You mean where we first killed eachother," Yusuf says.
"I thought that it was my destiny to kill you," the priest says, honestly, holding his gaze, "when I did, you took me with you, and during those last breaths I thought I'd fulfilled my purpose."
"Usually that would have been the end of it," Yusuf says, close to humour, but not quite there.
"It would," he agrees. "I can't help but wonder if there's where this will end," Nicolo says.
"You believe returning to Jerusalem will make us mortals again? I thought you had found some solace away from the conflicts."
"I won't find peace in distance, if I don't find it within myself first. I need to go to Jerusalem to ask for forgiveness."
Yusuf shoots him a sad smile. The fondness in it is missed completely. "If you think going to Jerusalem will help you find peace, I'll follow you."
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Stiles doesn't call him these days. Not since he left Beacon Hills that last time. Not since Stiles left the FBI internship programme in favour of studying Forensic Psychology at NYU. Stiles has texted him a few times in the past, but he never called. Not anymore.
Back then, however, whenever Derek received a call from Stiles or called Stiles in return, it was purely for survival's sake. So Derek doesn't know what to expect from this call. If he's being honest, he's scared of it.x
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It's been years since Stiles and Derek last spoke, but a phone call from the human reconnects them.
They have the chemistry, the history and the shared trauma.
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When you have chemistry, all you need is one other thing: timing.
But timing is a bitch.
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He noticed his pack looking at him, and they didn’t seem as relieved as Stiles expected. In fact they were looking in his direction as if he had grown a second head or something.
“I don’t think you should look so surprised, I’ve been training a lot lately, okay?” He said indignantly, crossing his arms.
“Stiles, that’s not...” Scott said, half pointing at his direction.
That’s when Stiles heard that familiar voice again from behind him, “I think they’re confused about me, buddy.”
Stiles then remembered that he had to thank the stranger who had helped them, but... Wait... That familiar voice… Was that his voice? He turned around abruptly, wide eyed. He took three steps back, tripping and nearly falling on the ground.
Or: Stiles accidentally summons his future self who claims they can heal the nemeton.
If he helps younger Stiles and Derek to see what's always been right in front of them, that's a pleasant coincidence. Right? -
A Forgotten Peace by Ninna_7
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
02 Jan 2020
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“He’s been taken.” She didn’t try to hide the severity of the situation. “They haven’t contacted us yet so we don’t know if they want to trade him for something or what, but they wouldn’t just kill him like that, you know that, right?”
“That’s not good enough.” Finn pressed his hands to his eyes. “What are his last coordinates?” He asked quietly, not willing to argue any longer.