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The theme this week is Pursuit. This one is in the same time as the entry from week 4. 388 words.

This is how it started, or at least how he thinks it started. With a pursuit through the woods and fire all around him. But it wasn't actually him. He knew that logically but that didn't stop the fear from coursing through his body as he ran.

"Get him! Go around to the south and cut him off!" a harsh voice yelled behind him.

They were too close. He could almost feel them breathing down his back, but he knew that wasn't possible otherwise he would have already been captured.

Turning to the northeast, he continued to run. He could hear that a majority of those after him were already splitting off to the south, but he still had some following him.

"It was a false trail!" he heard another harsh voice yell. "We're heading your way!"

He didn't know how he could hear it because the ones after him had gone eerily silent with the exception of an occasional leaf or twig being crunched under boots.

Out of nowhere he was forcefully lifted off the ground and slammed into a large tree against his back.

Stiles gasped awake, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. He looked around and he wasn't outside. He wasn't in the woods. After a few moments of looking around at his surroundings, he heard the jiggling of the doorknob and muffled voices.

"Wnuk, otwórz drzwi. Wpuść mnie, żebym cię sprawdziła." Grandson, unlock the door. Let me in to check on you.

Stiles recognized the voice and relaxed.

The door finally opened and a wisened old man walked in and went right to the bed. Aleksandr Zagovory.

"Dziadek...," Grandpa. Stiles said as he fell into his grandfather's embrace.

"Hej, co to jest? Jesteś w porządku." Hey, what is this? You're okay. Aleksandr replied as he hugged his grandson tighter.

Stiles gasped and Aleksandr quickly let go, "What? What is it? You're in pain." With a flick of his wrist, the room was lit with a soft glow, just enough to see their surroundings.

"It was horrible," Stiles shakily began, "I was being chased, but it wasn't me...then I was slammed into a tree along my back."

Aleksandr moved on the bed and motioned for Stiles to turn so that he could check his back. With a wince, Stiles did as he was expected. His entire back, from his neck to the top of his sleep pants was a giant bruise.

I laughed far too much while typing this. I wanted more inuendos, but I was also trying to give myself a word count limit to stick to...and this is what I came up with.

Set in the same time/universe as the pieces from week 1 and week 2.

"Kuchisabishii" is a uniquely Japanese word that literally means “lonely mouth” or “longing to have or put something in one's mouth.” It can also be explained as mindless eating or eating when you are not hungry.

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There was a group of them standing to the side in the dining room watching the scene unfold.

"My grandmother called it kuchisabishii," Adam said.

The comment seemed random and out of the blue, but they were all watching the same thing.

A beat of silence.

"Alright, I'll bite. What does that mean?" Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

Adam snorted at Steve's choice of words. "Kuchisabishii is a uniquely Japanese word that literally means “lonely mouth” or “longing to have or put something in one's mouth.” It can also be explained as mindless eating or eating when you are not hungry."

Steve snorted, but for a completely different reason and he turned his attention back to his partner. Danny seemed to be the definition of that. They'd already finished eating, but there he was, snacking on various appetizers that remained while the cleanup crew took the food from the dining room to the kitchen.

"Does he do this often?" Kono asked in amazement. She could put away her fair share of food, but she didn't see how Danny could still be eating.

"Oh yeah, Uncle D always has something in his mouth," Eric added.

Steve, Adam, and Kono snorted.

So, I took a strike for week 3 because I had the dreaded Business Calculus exam that I had to study for. I posted about how that went down.

Anyway. LJ Idol, Week 4 entry!

This is NOT in the same series as the entries from weeks 1 and 2.

This week's prompt is "The axe forgets; the tree remembers". I think this is around 350 words?

Along with "The Great Pack Divide of 2014" was a splitting of resources. There was no way that Derek was going to continue to work with his mother's former emissary, especially not when the man himself said he was a disgrace of an Alpha. With those spoken words, Deaton wasn't expecting Stiles to be in the room when this was said, nor was he expecting to be magically cut off from access to The Nemeton.

"The axe forgets; the tree remembers," Stiles said. Deaton, Scott, and Lydia turned to face Stiles. "You aren't the only one who can be a cryptic asshole. Emissary Deaton, by order of Alpha Hale, you have been stripped of your access to the territory. By order of the Council of Druids, you have been stripped of your access to The Nemeton. Effective immediately."

"Stiles...what are you doing?" Scott asked as he moved to stand in front of his friend.

"The axe forgets; the tree remembers," Stiles repeated. "I'm carrying out my duty has handed to me by Elder Druid Zagovory."

There was a flicker of realization on Deaton's face; he was quick to mask it but Stiles caught it. "He is in territory that he has no business being in," Deaton responded.

Stiles gave a humorless laugh. "I'm in territory that I have no business being in? That's rich coming from you."

"There's no way you could possibly know any of the Elder Druids," Deaton said.

Stiles closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, they were a swirling violet color. "Jestem początkiem i końcem. Widziałem zniszczenie przeszłości i zniszczenia, które dopiero nadejdą z twoich rąk. Nie można już ukrywać prawdy przed rodzinami Stilinskich i Zagovory." (translated using Google translate: I am the beginning and the end. I have seen the destruction of the past and the destruction yet to come at your hands. You can no longer hide the truth from the Stilinski and Zagovory families.)

"I have always known of my spark. Even before you told me about it and tried to 'teach' me to use it. My Grandfather is Elder Druid Aleksandr Zagovory and when he tells me to do something, I do it."

This has been A WEEK!

Written for Week 2 at

therealljidol. The prompt is "What Really Matters". And... I doubled my word count from the last time. Heck yeah! 400 words.

Set in the same time as Black Rainbow.

Doesn't Really Matter

"What really matters," Danny began, "is what others have to say doesn't really matter."

"Getting mighty philosophical there, Williams," Steve replies with a snort.

"No...hear me out," Danny began.

Steve could tell his partner was gearing up for something good. Whether it was truly good or just him trying to hype both of them up remained to be seen.

"This is something we've dreamed about for years. Sure, you initially had to give me the hard sale for it, but I came around when you showed me how much research you'd before even broaching the topic with me," Danny continued.

Steve knew he was right. The dream had started with him...or rather his aunt before her death. The Victorian-style house she owned in California had been updated and modernized and was a nice little Bed and Breakfast that his sister was successfully running. Steve thought the same could be done on the land that his parents owned in Hawaii...but it was proving to be more difficult than he first thought.

"So what if those land developers are trying to take the land from us. You've never backed down from a fight. That's not the soldier you are."

Steve rolled his eyes hard and muttered "Sailor. I was in the Navy, Danny."

Danny waved his hand as if batting the comment away. "You know what I mean, McGarrett. You fought me on this and I came around and believe in you...in this."

"Fighting you is like foreplay," Steve replied. "Fighting land developers actively trying to take our property? That's something different. I don't have the type of money to back us up to fight against them."

"But...you have the people of this land behind you," Danny said. "I'm sure they'd rather have you here knowing that you'll keep the land as it is rather than whatever the developers have in mind for the land."

If he felt like it, Steve could argue the point, but since they started on this pet project, he and Danny have employed quite a few of the Islanders over the last few years and have really made an effort to give back to the community they live in.

"So what you're saying...," Steve began with a slow, cheeky grin, "is that what really matters is what others have to say doesn't really matter."

"Bingo!" Danny exclaimed, ignoring that Steve repeated his own words back to him.

Written for Week 1 at

therealljidol. The prompt is Black Rainbow.

I have no idea where this is going, but I managed to write 200 words!

champagne wishes and black rainbow dreams

"Dreaming of a black rainbow means that you will be victimized by believing in the sweet words of others, so pay special attention to those who have been too sweet recently, and don't be deceived."

They were being given a hard sale. Danny and Steve knew this. It was easy, at first, to buy into the hype that the investment company was telling them...to believe there was even a whisper of a chance they could make it out big their first go around as Stan had become, but he'd been in the game for years.

On the eve of them signing over nearly half of their land to this investment company, Danny was having second thoughts about the entire thing. "Black rainbows...," Danny muttered with a shake of his head. "It's those damn black rainbows."

Steve, knowing what Danny was talking about, offered another suggestion, "We do have the extension option. If you're not entirely sure about this, we can ask for the extension and research the company and their offer more."

Danny bit his lip. He knew it was a good offer, but now it was sounding too good to be true.

"Do it," Danny said with a release of a breath he was holding. "Call them and ask for an extension. Start with a full time and bargain down to at least half of that. We are going to need it all."

Taken from

kaige68

1) How many works do you have on AO3? 208 (but none in 2021)

2) What is your total Ao3 word count? 281,778

3) How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they? I've posted in 18 fandoms, but written in 6 of them, I believe
Hawaii Five-0 (2010) (146)
Teen Wolf (TV) (57)
Original Work (4)
Adam-12 (2)
Supernatural (1)
Doctor Who & Related Fandoms (1)
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) (1)
Stargate SG-1 (1)
Almost Human (TV) (1)
Stargate Universe (1)
Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) (1)
NCIS (1)
Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (1)
The Librarians (TV 2014) (1)
Star Trek: The Next Generation (1)
Stargate Atlantis (1)
Sherlock (TV) (1)
The Avengers (Marvel Movies) (1)

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