[A drabble introduction to the alternate universe hinted at HERE. ]
The blood in the winter-sharp air is thick enough to make breathing near impossible – his Alpha’s blood, his sister’s blood – as he slams through the half unhinged door and into the blackened shell of their childhood home.
They haven’t set foot here in six years. He hasn’t stood in this hall since it was bright and welcoming, bursting with life. The contrast now – the blackened walls, the ashen scent blending with his sister’s blood, the unshakable permeation of death…
“Derek.” Laura’s voice shakes him from his stupor. They don’t have time for his breakdown, not even now, not after…
He hauls Laura further into the house, into the shell of the living room. There are bare bones of a couch and some badly burnt remnants of what he knows used to be a coffee table, but he settles Laura against the wall instead – furthest from the windows, along the same wall as the door into the foyer so he’ll get first look of anyone bursting in – and takes stock of her injuries.
She’s an Alpha, which is probably the only reason she’s still alive right now. The way the beta had torn into her, teeth clamping down on her shoulder, nearly tearing it right off her…
It had been hanging by too sparse a connection of muscle and vein the whole run over here. Laura had been holding her arm on while Derek had focused on keeping an eye out for a new attack, on carrying her, and later helping her stumble along beside him.
But she is healing, and that is the important thing. She is healing, and he needs to concentrate on that, and not on the fact that they were sitting in the house where the rest of their family had died six years ago. Not on the fact that…
“That was Peter.” The words slip out against his will, fast and wild and practically begging for a denial. For Laura to contradict him, to tell him he’d been imagining it, even though they both knew the only reason the beta had gotten a jump on them at all was because Laura had stalled when she’d seen his face.
Her hand, sticky and warm, comes down on his shoulder, and he realizes he’s shaking. This is all too much. Coming back to Beacon Hills, kneeling in this house where the worst nightmare of his life had taken place, seeing his own uncle – his supposedly comatose uncle – try to tear his sister apart right in front of him. If he hadn’t been there to claw at Peter’s back, to distract him long enough for Laura to stumble a safe distance backward, for Peter to reassess the situation and go shooting away into the trees…
“He almost killed you, Laur.”
“But he didn’t.” The words come out hard, fierce, and comforting. He leans forward, burying his head against her neck on the good side, breathing deep, latching onto the scent of his alpha past the scent of ash and death and blood.
“If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d…”
“Shh,” she’s still slumped down against the wall, all her energy going into healing, but she still manages to curl her good hand around his neck, smoothing soothingly over his nape. “You’ll never have to worry about that, baby brother. It’s me and you, ok?”
Derek nods, feels the tremors begin to ease.
“Me and you.”
“This is a terrible plan,” Derek intones for probably the twentieth time, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets as he trails to a halt outside the intimidating front doors of the Sheriff’s station. Laura’s his alpha and even if she weren’t, a lifetime of trailing after her has conditioned him to follow her lead, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. And he definitely doesn’t like this.
“It’s our best option, Derek.”
“Peter’s one of us, that means we should be the ones to handle him.”
She lets out a sigh, pushing her hair back behind her shoulder as she turns to face him. He knows what that movement means – that’s her serious face. Her you listen to me right now face. Her I’m speaking to you as an alpha, not a sister so you’d better take heed, Derek, face.
“He’s killing people, Derek. If he were just coming after us that would be one thing, but he’s targeting Beacon Hills citizens too.” She must see something in the set of his jaw, something that tells her he’s not just being stubborn for the sake of it this time around, and sighs, gentles. “We haven’t been able to track him. We can’t do this alone, baby brother. We need to bring the Sheriff in.”
Everyone else has really nice Nicaise headcanons but I couldn’t resist doing some concept designs because I have to smear my low key 70s shoujo aesthetic everywhere. I’m definitely gonna draw proper fanart later…!
So… tonight i just finished my first ever AU fanfiction, which also happens to be my first ever long(er) fanfiction just over 10k (my longest up to now being just over 2k) based on a supercorp social media AU by @cozysinner
So I thought I’d try my hand at one of those fake screenshot things because I was bored and had better things to do that I chose not to do. Also, I was kinda sorta considering making this a commission-able if I could do it and it came out a success, but probably not. Anyway, behold, properly G1-ified Technis. I took reference mostly from Perceptor for the helm and the seekers plus Ironhide for some reason for the body. With and without the scar because I forgot it until after already posting.
I think I got pretty close for my first time in over a year trying one, though I’m not wholly satisfied with the monitor in the foreground. Thank you to all the millions of fake anime screenshots tutorials, Photoshop gradients and Lazy Nezumi for making this possible,