#✧˚ · . ( muse ; peter hale )

[handsofred]

I'm feeling productive today/yesterday. I've managed to write and update two different fics and get a new chapter up for each of them.

Hopefully the muse will stay with me, so that I can write more to my other fics that still need updating as well.

but it is nearly 4am now, so I should go sleep some.

[dcrkcrwns]

✧˚ · . this is who i'd cast for teen wolf if it came out today

↳ michael cimino as scott mccall

↳ anthony turpel as stiles stilinski

↳ brandon larracuente as derek hale

↳ tanner buchanan as isaac lahey

↳ zack nelson as jackson whittemore

↳ alex aiono as danny mahealani

↳ kedar williams-stirling as vernon boyd

↳ patrick wilson as sheriff noah stilinski

↳ chris evans as peter hale

↳ pedro pascal as chris argent

the alpha pack

↳ frank grillo as deucalion

↳ rainer dawn as ethan

↳ rainer dawn as aiden

↳ joe manganiello as ennis

[haven-of-dusk]

This isn't a fully formed thought still, but it does feel noticeable that Kate is treated, even by the narrative, as an irredeemable monster while Peter is simply allowed to exist and walk free despite the whole serial killer + backstabbing the entire main cast thing.

I'm not saying I wanted a Kate redemption arc or anything, especially since we all know Jeff wouldn't be capable of writing it sufficiently, but I mean...Peter didn't have a redemption arc either. And he was still allowed to act freely post Wild Hunt.

I know the shorthand reason is Argent family prejudice. For all Peter's many, many shortcomings as a person, he is still a werewolf with his only even slight connection being to his werewolf family, and that makes it easier for him to align with the werewolf main character and his pack when compared with an active member of the family that raised their children to hate and hunt werewolves.

But Chris was also raised in that environment and eventually was brought around. And in much the same way that Peter only really cares for his direct family members (Derek, Malia) in his own twisted way, can't the same be said for Kate? And if Chris is the last person on the list of people Kate cares about...

I don't really have a main thesis or conclusion to end on, but I guess the point is that Kate is treated disproportionately to Peter despite their numerous similarities, and I really can't tell if that's misogyny on the show or parts of the Fandom's part, or maybe Jeff Davis just didn't think through how similar he made them before writing out their very different outcomes (it's probably that latter option, as with many Teen Wolf things, but still).

[kimboo-york]

[This is me, I wrote this under my Cooper West penname...EIGHT years ago? wow]

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[fairytales-and-folklore]

Folie À Deux

Little Nightmares x Teen Wolf

Title: Folie À Deux

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandoms: Little Nightmares (Masterlist) x Teen Wolf (Masterlist)

Relationship: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: Stiles and Derek fall through a portal and get lost in the world of Little Nightmares, running from all manner of monsters as they try to find their way back home.

They wake in a nightmare world filled with all manner of horrifying monsters far more menacing than any they've ever encountered before, navigating their way through the depths of a creaking old vessel at the bottom of the ocean. They spend what feels like days there, scavenging for scraps of bread and cheese (though Derek warns them against eating the meat, something about it doesn't smell right.) They find a flashlight and a silver cigarette lighter tucked inside of an over-large suitcase filled to the brim with old newspaper clippings, and use it to coax flames to life in quaint little lanterns scattered across the landscape, warding off the chill from the constant drip drip drip of the pipes threatening to burst and flood the lower levels with saltwater. Stiles likes the lanterns, likes the way they bathe the walls in a soft golden glow, at odds with the hazy grays and twilit blues of the gloomy depths, igniting a little spark of hope inside him that somehow, some way, they'll find their way back home.

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The nemeton is active, blurring the lines between Beacon Hills and other worlds. Not your average alternate timeline or parallel universe, mind you. These other worlds, they aren't supposed to exist, thought to be nothing more than the musings of madmen, myth and legend, fairytales and folklore. 

Then again, so are werewolves.

It starts with little things, slipping through the cracks at the collapse of the gateways, bleeding in one obscure anomaly at a time — technology that shouldn't exist for another hundred years, fantastic beasts leaping from the pages of fictitious magical worlds, odd little creatures that scurry and scratch at an unfamiliar earth.

Then come the disappearances — people, buildings, whole sections of town, sucked into the ground like quicksand, vanishing in the blink of an eye, only to reappear seconds, hours, sometimes months later, and never quite in the same place as when they'd been stolen. It had taken the better part of a year for the pack to seal off every portal, with more than enough near-deaths and almost gone forevers to last a lifetime, until only one remained. The trouble was, they hadn't been able to track down its exact location…until now.

In the middle of a forest sits a battered old television, clumps of dirt and autumn leaves stuck in the little plastic grooves that comprise the speakers, vines twisting and winding their way around the extendable metal antennae. Stiles stares down at it with one eyebrow quirked in confusion, wondering who in the hell had managed to drag this broken down 90's relic into the middle of the woods, and then had the nerve to leave it there. 

Curiosity getting the better of him, he crouches down in front of it, hands splayed over a crack in the screen, fingertips absentmindedly fiddling with the dials, when the television blares to life, emitting a high-pitched static and a low, moaning drone. Stiles screams as the palms of his hands begin to sink into the depths of the screen, an invisible force tugging him through to the other side. 

In an instant, Derek's arms are wrapped around his torso, urging him back. Within seconds, he's flanked by Scott, Peter, and Chris, eyes screwed up in equal parts effort and agony, eardrums threatening to burst from the shrill shriek of the broadcast. But the pull is too strong, forcing them forward like the current in an undertow, until they're tumbling head-first through the screen, sending a powerful blast backward that knocks Peter, Chris, and Scott off their feet. The television trills one final ear-splitting note, and when the screen goes black, Stiles and Derek are gone.

• • •

They wake in a nightmare world filled with all manner of horrifying monsters far more menacing than any they've ever encountered before, navigating their way through the depths of a creaking old vessel at the bottom of the ocean. They spend what feels like days there, scavenging for scraps of bread and cheese (though Derek warns them against eating the meat, something about it doesn't smell right.) 

They find a flashlight and a little silver cigarette lighter tucked inside of an over-large suitcase filled to the brim with old newspaper clippings and mildewed clothing stretched far too tall and thin, and use it to coax flames to life in quaint little lanterns scattered across the landscape, warding off the chill from the constant drip drip drip of the pipes threatening to burst and flood the lower levels with saltwater. Stiles likes the lanterns, likes the way they bathe the walls in a soft golden glow, at odds with the hazy grays and twilit blues of the gloomy depths, igniting a little spark of hope inside him that somehow, some way, they'll find their way back home. 

He's wary, at first, of the attention they attract, but quickly learns that the shriveled little creatures akin to sentient rotted mushrooms mean them no harm, and are merely looking for a means to warm their hands, too — little lost things, adrift in a vessel of horrors beneath the waves. Stiles takes to calling them no-names, which Derek shortens to nomes after begrudgingly accepting their company. Sometimes they bring them things — little trinkets, scraps of food, a little music box that plays a haunting, hypnotic melody — as a means of thanking Stiles and Derek for keeping them safe. And then, one day, entirely by accident, one of the little creatures leads them to the way out.

There's something strange about the proportions of this world, as though it was built for giants, or perhaps Stiles and Derek are just very small by comparison, because they manage to fit through the series of port holes, tunnels, and ventilation shafts that wind through the ship like a maze with relative ease. Level by level, they make their way through the bowels of the ship, dodging the watchful eyes of a spotlight that nearly turns them both to stone, narrowly avoiding bloodsucking leeches the size of mountain lions that drop down from the ceiling and squelch up through the splintering floorboards.

A floating staircase leads them to a bedroom with dresser drawers that tower above them and curl to the side like a crooked finger. With a tarnished golden key stolen from a nightstand, they make their way through a rickety lift and down a darkened tunnel, through a room filled with a sea of shoes and an unseen monster that lurks just beneath the surface, through dusty old rooms lined with ticking grandfather clocks and libraries filled with books piled high that twist and spiral to the ceiling, all the while outrunning a blind janitor with limbs like a venomous spider. 

He traps them in a room with no escape except for a hole in the wall that's been sealed shut set high above them, spindly arms reaching for them from underneath the doorframe, feeling for them in the semi-darkness, at the ready to grab and squeeze the air from their lungs. Together, they manage to pull the bars from the cage crushed underneath the door, holding it aloft, and trigger it to slam shut, severing the monster's arms. The sealed port above them loosens from the impact, and the two of them sweep into the tunnel without a backward glance, journeying so far into the claustrophobic darkness until the agonized screams of the janitor are snuffed out by the creaking of the ship and the crash of the ocean waves.

The rest of the climb passes by in a dizzying blur as they outrun a pair of bloodthirsty chefs, narrowly avoid becoming part of the foul fest the grotesque guests so feverishly chase them through, and outwit a demon woman wrought from shadow and smoke with nothing but a mirror and a trick of the light, until finally, they reach the top-most level of the ship, where golden sunlight bathes the walls of a staircase leading to the way out, the cries of seagulls and crashing waves and the smell of salty sea air a welcome change from the clanking and groaning of the ship, the rot and mildew of the lower levels.

Derek heads toward the light without a second thought, but Stiles falls back, lured by a curious crackling sound emanating from a corridor just behind them, cast in shadows and filled with a hazy, violet glow. Time seems to slow as Stiles makes his way toward the door at the end of the hallway, fingertips brushing the bronze handle with an all-seeing eye carved into its splintering frame. With barely a ghost of a touch, the door opens, and there sits another one of those battered old televisions, identical to the one they first came through. Stiles lets out a triumphant bark of laughter and falls to his knees in front of it, tinkering with the dials. 

Derek's heart gives a stutter, and a surge of adrenaline — a warning shot — white hot and acrid, courses through his veins as Stiles presses his hands to the screen. He urges Stiles to run, to come with him while they still have the chance to escape, but Stiles insists that this is their way out, that it must be connected to the portal that led them here, and if he could just figure out the right frequency to activate it, he knows it'll lead them home.

The cacophony of changing channels pierces through the darkened room, drowning out the inviting sounds of the world beyond the walls of this terrible vessel, the blinding light of the screen bleaching the damask wallpaper patterned across every inch of the lady's quarters, each scene fading and flickering to life in the span of a few seconds as Stiles toys with the dials — an old cooking show set to a children's nursery rhyme, a handprint with an eye embedded into its palm, a series of triangles with more of those same eerie eyes adorning their centers, an old horror film featuring a looming shadow creeping toward its sleeping victim, crackling static overlaying hues of heathered gray, and then—

The television gives a low hum, and a figure flares to life on the screen, swathed in shadows and blurred at the edges by a faint glittering darkness. Stiles's fist punches the air with a shout of victory, exclaiming that it must be Scott, or Chris, or Peter, calling out to them, calling them back home, but Derek is far from relieved. With each ebb and flow of the glowing screen, the figure grows closer, until all they can see is a pair of long-fingered hands pressed against the other side, and Stiles, far too wrapped up in his own excitement and desperation to heed Derek's frantic pleas, mirrors them.

History repeats itself — only this time, Derek reaches out to grasp the back of Stiles's shirt a fraction of a second too late. In an instant, he's gone, disappearing faster than a changing channel, the impact of the transit shattering the screen before Derek can follow him through. Panic floods him like a wildfire, shards of glass digging into his knees and the palms of his hands as he sinks to the floor in front of the broken screen, trying desperately to piece it back together, begging it to come back to life and allow him passage. 

He doesn't know how long he stays there, curled into a ball on the floor, waiting for a sign, a flash of light, the relief of Stiles's voice, something, anything, to tell him where to go next. In the distance, a seagull cries out to its pack before the sound is swallowed by another thunderous crash of ocean waves against the hull of the ship, and Derek's head perks up, eyes following a pathway of golden light. Limbs aching, muscles static and straining from the coiled tension his panic had kept them locked in for so long, Derek slowly makes his way up the winding staircase, blinking against the blinding light of the sun, mesmerized by the way it dances across the surface of the sea, bursting into a kaleidoscope of fiery yellows and tranquil blues.

He weighs his chances of survival against jumping head-first into the unknown depths of an ocean on another world and simply swimming until he reaches the shore, but then remembers the slew of terrifying creatures they'd faced on the ship, and thinks better of it. If his own world was once home to the great megalodon and mosasaurus, he can only imagine what horrors must lurk below. 

Luckily, he doesn't have to wait too long in the sweltering heat to figure out a better way. Another sailor's misfortune blesses Derek with a makeshift vessel, and with nothing but hope and faith to guide him, he sails west on a scrap of old shipwreck until the shore meets the edge of a forest, and he descends into a canopy of pine trees shrouded in mist, the cold, dew-soaked grass beneath his bare feet a welcome change from the coarse heat of the sand and salty sea. 

He's so exhausted, and the grass that surrounds him is so tall, that he doesn't notice he's been snared by the hunter's trap until he hears the screech of the clanking metal, and a pain like he's never felt before shudders through his left leg. His world blacks out, and when he wakes, he's in the basement of an old cabin, with nothing for company but the sounds of groaning, wheezing, and scraping as the old hunter quakes through the upper floors.

He tries his damnedest to escape, clawing at the door with what little of the shift he can muster, but he's still healing, blood oozing from the fang-like wounds where the jaws of the bear trap had clamped down on his thigh. Derek heaves a defeated sigh as he slumps against the wall and slides into a sitting position, wincing as something sharp digs into his hip. Annoyed, he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out the music box one of the nomes had given him while he was on the ship.

Oddly, it's this little trinket that gives him hope. After all, if something so small and fragile can survive the treacherous journey, then why couldn't he?

• • •

Stiles wakes in the middle of a forest at twilight, the smell of salty sea air married with fresh pine and rain-soaked leaves filling his lungs, a battered old television at his feet. For a moment, for one beautiful, delirious moment, he allows himself the foolish overconfidence of believing that his plan actually worked. A swell of relief rises in his chest as he scrambles to his feet, calling out to the space beside him — Derek, we did it! We made it back to Beacon Hills! We're finally…Derek? — but he's alone.

An icy chill that has nothing to do with the rainy atmosphere skitters across the back of his neck, nerve endings igniting with the buzzing of a thousand angry hornets as the all too familiar pang of panic coils inside his chest. The world around him spins until it's nothing more than a blur of malachite and midnight blue, the knees of his jeans soaked with mud as Stiles sinks to the forest floor. He's alone. He's the farthest from home he's ever been, and this time, he doesn't even have Derek by his side. 

By the time he manages to get his panic under control, the forest has slipped into even deeper shades of nightfall. He lifts his head, swiping at a swatch of dirt and grass imprinted in his cheek, and waits for his eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness, the blurred outlines of towering trees and jagged cliff faces slowly taking shape in the distant fog. The wind howls like a wild, wounded animal, and a frisson of fear runs down the length of Stiles's spine.

This isn't anything like the preserve. This forest is far more sinister. 

Slowly, shakily, Stiles coaxes himself to his feet, and sets off into the unknown. He weaves his way through the wilderness, dodging bear traps with jagged rows of teeth like shark's jaws and fallen tree trunks that threaten to crush him under their weight, until finally, he comes across a cabin hidden in the heart of the woods. 

Stiles heaves a frustrated sigh. He knows how this goes. He's seen every horror movie known to man. He knows exactly how this cabin in the woods trope ends, and let's just say that it doesn't exactly bode well for his character. But — and again he lets out a weary sigh — it's also the first sign of life he's seen in hours, and he hasn't exactly been thriving in the wilderness. 

His stomach chooses this well-timed moment to speak its piece, letting out a low, rumbling growl to remind him of just how little food he's eaten these past few…days? Weeks? He isn't sure how long he's been here, but the stale bread and cheese they'd scavenged on the Maw hadn't exactly been filling. Cursing every choice that has ever lead him to this point in his life, Stiles takes the path so many fools before him have traveled, and slowly, cautiously, sneaks his way up the creaking wooden stairs of the front porch.

One of his sneakers accidentally kicks aside a couple of glass bottles as he climbs through the open window, the resulting crash like a bomb detonating in the eerie silence. Stiles freezes, one leg poised on the countertop, one still straddled over the ledge of the window, knuckles whitening as he grips the frame. He waits for the inevitable screech of rage, the rattle of a door banging open, the barrel of a shotgun aimed between his eyes — but nothing happens. Whoever lives here must not be home.

Stiles releases the breath he'd been holding, shaking hands clinging to the countertop to steady himself as he eases the rest of the way inside. Any hope he'd had of finding even a scrap of food to steal dies as he takes in the sight of the room he's just landed in. Every inch of the dimly lit kitchen is covered in a thick layer of filth and grime, from the cracked stone countertops to the crooked cabinets splintering between layers of acid green paint, a cloud of flies swarming over a corroded cooking pot filled with a lumpy stew that looks and smells as though it's been sitting there rotting for weeks. 

Swallowing back a retch, Stiles bypasses the wooden tabletop littered with old tin cans and empty beer bottles, a thick syrup of rusty brown blood dripping from crude cuts of questionable meat onto the mislaid wooden floorboards rife with rusted nails — a veritable minefield of tetanus — and wrenches open the door. He lands in a corridor lined with dust-coated picture frames and hunting trophies amidst peeling wallpaper and poorly patched holes dotted with black mold, and nearly trips over a mildewed, moth eaten throw rug leading the way to a cellar door, ever so slightly ajar, at the end of the hall.

He isn't stupid enough to venture down to the basement — or so he tells himself, until the faint sound of a familiar, haunting melody makes him stop dead in his tracks. Throwing all caution to the wind, Stiles sprints toward the door, wrestles it open, and bolts down the creaking wooden steps. The further he descends, the louder the music grows — but it's still muffled, locked behind a door that bears the unmistakable marks of a set of wolf's claws. 

A thrill of hope bubbles up inside his chest like an uncorked champagne bottle. He calls out, but his voice is hoarse and ragged, the music on the other side of the door so loud that it drowns him out. He scans the dingy cellar, searching for a key, a tool to help him pick the lock, anything that will allow him to break through. 

And then he spots it — a hatchet, propped up in the corner, standing on its head. Like everything else in this world, it's monumentally bigger than it has any right to be, but Stiles manages to pick it up, an almost satisfying vibrato radiating through his forearms as he drags the sharpened metal across the grooved wooden floor.

He positions himself in front of the door wrecked with desperate claw marks, axe poised over his head, ready to strike. There's a sharp gasp, and the wistful melody of the music box stutters to a halt as the blade cleaves the door with a resounding crack. Satisfied with his destruction, Stiles steps over the splintering threshold. 

The room is small, cramped, and somehow even lonelier than the shabby ruins of the upper levels. A sinister array of meat hooks hangs from the ceiling like eldritch stalactites, flecks of dust spiraling in the silver glow of the moon shining down through the grimy window set high above him, casting a spotlight over a small woodworking table backed against the opposite wall. And, lurking in the shadows just beneath the table, a pair of all too familiar eyes fading from a bright, glowing crimson to a soft forest green, staring at him in equal parts awe and disbelief.

The name leaves his lips on a sob as he rushes forward, falling to his knees and wrapping his arms around the other man's shoulders. Stubble burns his skin as Derek buries his face in Stiles's hair, breathing him in with a series of deep, shuddering breaths. Strong hands cradle his face, thumbprint smoothing the curves of his cheekbones and the jut of his jaw, fingertips tracing a series of freckles and moles scattered across his skin like he's mapping them from memory, charting constellations. 

There's a fierce, determined look in Derek's eyes just seconds before they flutter closed, and then he's leaning forward, pressing his forehead against the top of Stiles's, warm breath ghosting over Stiles's lips. His hands shake with an entirely different brand of nerves as Stiles grasps the collar of Derek's shirt and tugs him closer, reveling in the soft little whine it elicits. He can feel Derek's heartbeat thrumming a staccato beneath his knuckles, wild enough to rival his own.

The sudden clamor of thunderous footsteps overhead sends it into overdrive, snuffing out the spell of the moment like a hurricane through candlelight, a cruel reminder of where they are and how desperately they need to escape. Together, they creep their way through the floors of the cabin and venture once more into the twilit wilderness, submerging under swampy waters and threading through perilous prairies as they dodge the watchful eyes and buckshot bullets of the horrible hunter. He chases them across the landscape, cornering them in an old shed, the sound of his fists pounding against the door swiftly replaced by a deafening ringing as they dismount one of his shotguns from the wall and fire a round straight into his chest.

When they recover from the shock enough to leave the shed, they find themselves at the edge of the shore, gentle waves lapping against the moonlit sand a stark contrast from the horrors they'd just endured. Together, they climb aboard the same driftwood door that Derek had used as a vessel to escape the Maw, and sail east through a sea littered with a peculiar assortment of flotsam — hundreds upon hundreds of those same old televisions, bobbing up and down out of the water like the fins of a terrible sea monster. Dense fog shrouds them in a world of white, the sea a muted black beneath them, until finally, the mist clears just enough to reveal the hazy outline of a landscape cloaked in an everlasting storm.

Icy raindrops pierce their skin like tiny daggers as they make their way through a pale city crowded with scoliotic skyscrapers, through a children's boarding school and a hospital, two places that should be safe, though in this world, are anything but. Together, they shatter the heads of demonic porcelain dolls who might once have been innocent schoolchildren, dodging deadly traps and sneak attacks as they wander through the school, narrowly outrunning a sadistic teacher with a neck like a serpent who snaps at their heels as she chases them through a ventilation shaft, and meets a similar fate to the spindly armed janitor as Stiles's wishful thinking triggers the window to slam shut and sever her head.

The abandoned hospital haunts them with severed hands that skitter across the floor like spiders, living mannequins frozen by torchlight that click and shutter as they chase after them in the dark, and an experimental surgeon who crawls around on the ceiling tiles with a thunderous gait, escaping him just long enough to trap him in one of his own incinerators and warm their freezing hands by the firelight. They travel across a misty cityscape in the swell of a constant storm, watching in horror as citizens fall from the rooftops in droves, driven mad by the broadcast. They make their way through a collapsing building and seek shelter in the last flat left standing in its crumbling ruins, raiding the pantries for scraps of food.

They're settled against the wall that marries the kitchen with the living room, a pile of snacks and cereal split between them that tastes simultaneously bland and far too rich, when they hear it — a low, groaning hum and a crackle of static emanating from a room at the end of the hall. Curious, they get up and go to investigate. The moment they enter the room, a television, its legs half swallowed by the splintering cracks in the floorboards, blares to life, bathing the room in an ivory glow.

Seconds later, an image flickers across the screen — that same shadowy figure that had stalked them on the Maw, faint and blurred around the edges, as though the creature itself is made from electricity struggling to find the right frequency — a man, tall and thin in stature, growing steadily larger as with each glowing, groaning ebb and flow of the transmission, it comes closer to the edge of the screen.

"Scott?" Stiles says softly, a tentative thread of hope bleeding into the uncertainty and wariness of his tone. Just as it had before, the figure places a pair of long-fingered hands against the screen, and without thinking, as though hypnotized by the steady hum of the broadcast, Stiles mimics him, placing his hands against the glass and feeling a warm, electrical buzzing just beneath his fingertips.

"Stiles," Derek cautions in a voice that shakes despite his conviction, reaching out an arm to splay across Stiles's chest like it'll be enough to hold him back. "I don't think that's Scott."

"Then who—" Stiles starts, but the rest of his words die on a terrified scream as the figure defies all laws of logic and emerges through the screen, one long, wiry limb at a time. 

A faint, crackling, glittering darkness still swarms around it like a cloud of fireflies, but they can see its face clearly now, lips curved upward in an impish grin, pale skin a stark contrast to the blackened bruises under its sunken eyes, Stiles's own visage reflected back at him, exactly as he'd looked when the nogitsune had possessed him. Before he can heed Derek's desperate pleas to run, before he can so much as scream, the nogitsune grasps him by the collar of his shirt and drags him toward the screen, disappearing in a crackle of electricity.

Determined to rescue him, Derek swallows back the tidal wave of panic threatening to overtake him, and crouches down in front of the still glowing television, pressing his hands against the screen in the same way he'd watched Stiles do it mere seconds before. It's a strange sensation, like a live wire licking the outline of his fingertips, currents coursing through his nerve endings, igniting them in an all-encompassing warmth that's almost too much to bear. A steady vibration makes his bones feel like they're rattling, and then the screen quivers and his fingers begin to sink through it like quicksand. All at once, the world tips him forward and he falls through, hurtling through darkness tinged at the edges with a hazy, violet glow.

• • •

An agonized scream pierces through him like a poison-tipped arrow, and Derek wakes in a world at war with gravity, objects floating in mid-air, disappearing into the depths of the sky-swallowing ceiling. Even he seems to float here, his feet lifting off the ground with ease as he runs, soles slapping against hard concrete. He follows the heartbreaking symphony of cries that had haunted his nightmares ever since the connection to his living anchor had made it possible for them to share each other's dreamscape, up winding flights of stairs leading to dead-ended corridors and doorways that seem to be portals all their own, until finally, he finds him, locked in a room in the tallest level of the tower. 

But he isn't alone. The nogitsune, wearing Stiles's face, stands at his shoulder, binding him with invisible shackles, a cruel smile curling across its lips as it taunts him, whispering all manner of vile lies in his ear.

Terror tears through Derek as scenes from a nightmare made real play out right in front of him. He knows this one by heart, had heard it recounted nearly a dozen times by a sobbing, inconsolable Stiles, curled up in a ball on his living room couch. But nothing, not even glimpses of the memory plucked from Stiles's dreams, can compare to seeing it in the flesh. Derek watches in abject horror as Kira's katana materializes in Stiles's shaking hands, and though he cries, though he begs, though he struggles to resist and fight back, plunges it through Scott's stomach with a sickening squelch, twisting the hilt as blood drips scarlet down Scott's lips. Stiles lets out a wounded whimper and collapses onto his knees, face buried in the palms of his hands, but the nogitsune isn't in a patient or forgiving mood, and forces him back up onto his trembling feet with a rough tug at his collar. 

Anger courses through Derek's veins, overpowering the paralyzing fear that had kept him frozen to the spot, and he rushes forward, placing a bracing hand on either side of Stiles's shoulders in an effort to keep him steady. He tries to call out to him, to get him to snap out of whatever trance the nogitsune has him under, but it's no use. Stiles is far too lost in his nightmare spiral, a prisoner inside his own body. He blinks a few times, staring up at Derek with vague recognition in his glazed, glassy eyes.

"Derek?" Stiles asks softly, an almost disbelieving expression on his face, like he hadn't expected to ever see him again, like Derek is part of the hallucination. Derek wonders, with a heart-wrenching jolt, whether time passes differently here, and just how long Stiles has been trapped inside the tower.

"Yeah, Stiles. I'm here. I've got you," Derek whispers with his best attempt at a reassuring smile. He lets a hand slide down between them, threading through Stiles's fingers, and gives him a gentle tug forward. The ghost of a smile quirks at the corners of Stiles's lips as he stares down at their linked hands, allowing a small spark of hope to take residence inside his chest.

"Well, isn't this a touching scene?" A cold derisive laugh echoes through the chamber as the nogitsune appears a breath's width behind Stiles's shoulders. "But shouldn't you tell him the truth, Stiles? Shouldn't he know how much more a simple gesture like this means to you than it does to him?"

Stiles stiffens and instantly drops Derek's hand, suddenly unable to look him in the eye. The nogitsune circles around them to Derek's side, warm breath against the shell of his ear making his stomach roil.

"It's pathetic how much he loves you," the nogitsune croons in a stage whisper, and Derek's heart leaps into his throat in spite of himself. He knows it's lying, trying to get a rise out of him, trying to hit him where he knows it'll hurt most. That's what the nogitsune does, and Derek isn't going to fall for it. But then, this is Stiles's nightmare, not his, so why—

"He really thought you were going to kiss him when you reunited in that cabin. Isn't that just adorable?" the nogitsune teases, taking great pleasure in the way Stiles seems to collapse in on himself, angry red blotches blossoming beneath his pulse points. In the seconds that it takes for Stiles's curiosity to outweigh his embarrassment, their eyes meet, and what Derek finds there is enough to make his insides melt like snow in sunlight. 

He's so caught up in the moment, he almost forgets where they are, the nogitsune's mocking voice buzzing in his ear like a pestilent fly.

"Even though he knows in his sad little heart of hearts that he isn't good enough for you, that you'd spurn him faster than it took for him to fall for you," the nogitsune lilts with a theatrical sigh. "Which, by the way, was all of two seconds the moment he saw you in those woods."

"So go on, Sourwolf. Break his heart." The nogitsune tilts its head to the side, a venomous smile curling across its pale features. "I'll watch."

Stiles takes a deep, steadying breath as Derek approaches him, steeling himself for the inevitable, crushing blow, eyes fluttering closed in spite of himself as Derek reaches forward and places a hand on Stiles's cheek.

"You are, without a shadow of a doubt, the dumbest person I have ever met," Derek says, fond smile and soft, breathless chuckle at odds with the harshness of his words. "…if you think for even a second that you're not good enough for me."

A smile bright enough to rival the sun spreads across Stiles's face as he leans forward, pressing his forehead against the top of Derek's, a soft surprised little huff of laughter escaping him on a sigh of relief.

Manic glee warps into a scream of outrage as the nogitsune's divine move backfires. 

"Fine," it spits viciously, fuming with such unbridled fury that its very essence seems to burst into flames, curling around it like a cloud of smoke. "If I can't make him hurt you, then I guess I'll just have to make you hurt him."

A sliver of fear shivers through both of them as the nogitsune reanimates the dreadful scene from before, only this time, it's Derek in place of Scott, arms bound behind his back by invisible restraints, panic flooding him as he watches the nogitsune wrestle for control of Stiles's arms, hazy hues of violet and rose reflecting off the silver blade as the katana materializes in his hands. 

The look of premature grief, of resignation in his eyes, as Stiles confesses on a broken sob that he's afraid, that he doesn't think he's strong enough to fight this, pains Derek more than any stab wound ever could. A spark of defiance spears through him, spurring him to fight for Stiles while he's too consumed by guilt and fear to fight for himself. He does it in the only way he knows how, in the way the two of them have learned to show each other stubborn, unwavering affection steadily budding between them over the years. 

He argues with him. Tells him how strong, and smart, and brave he is, that he should have told him every day from the moment he met him, should have kissed him in the basement of the hunter's cabin, should have kissed him countless times before then, because he's been in love with him for years. Because he didn't come this far and outwit this many monsters only to be taken down by a villain who doesn't deserve the right to wear his face.

A triumphant smile curves across Stiles's lips, and for the first time since it stalked its way into this world, a flicker of fear flashes across the nogitsune's features. With renewed determination, Stiles breaks free of the nogitsune's hold on him, takes control of the katana, and plunges it into the nogitsune's chest, twisting the hilt until it stutters on a rattling breath, and bursts into a cloud of glittering smoke and golden fireflies.

He doesn't know which one of them moves first, but the moment the katana leaves his fingertips, he's rushing forward into Derek's open arms, cradling the curve of Derek's stubble-strewn jaw in the palms of his hands, and capturing him a kiss. Time is a fool's riddle in this strange, mystical world, but for a moment, whether real or imagined, it holds its breath just for them, an eternity existing within the span of a single kiss. Unencumbered for the first time in weeks by the desperate need to run, hide, and survive, they allow themselves to get swept up in the rhapsody of finally being together, the rest of the world falling away until it's just the two of them. 

Suns could rise and set over a blur of landscapes cycling from spring to winter in the blink of eye, the moon waxing and waning a thousand times over as it waltzes with the rising ride and sings a siren's call to all the supernatural creatures fallen under its spell; galaxies could collide and turn the world as they know it into nothing more than stardust, and yet, all they would care to know is the taste of each other's lips, the sound of each other's names whispered between dulcet confessions and promises that they'll never lose each other again.

The only thing strong enough to rip them from their reverie is the literal collapse of this world, the walls quaking with an ominous groan as they begin to crumble, the ground beneath them cracking like layers of ice melting on a lake. Hands find each other's in the encroaching darkness, and together, they make their way through the crumbling ruins of the nightmare tower, dodging falling debris and escaping through narrow passageways just seconds before they cave in. They climb steadily upward until they reach the top of the tower, where a suspended stone-wrought bridge leads the way to a door set into the opposite wall. 

Relief floods through him as Scott — the real Scott this time — pokes his head through the doorway — the portal — and calls out their names, urging them forward. The world gives another great quaking moan, and Stiles stumbles, momentarily letting go of Derek's hand. He whirls around behind him to see the bridge beginning to crumble, Derek trapped on the other side. Stiles's look of utter terror is mirrored back at him in Derek's eyes as more and more pieces of the bridge fragment and fall into the cavernous depths below. 

There isn't anything else to be done, no time to concoct a better plan. Crouching down onto his knees and establishing as strong of a foothold as he can, Stiles holds out a hand over the splintering ledge, a silent plea for Derek to take a leap of faith, to trust that Stiles will catch him. Terror and trepidation still outlined on every inch of his face, Derek steels himself for the possibility of either paradise or oblivion, holds his breath, and jumps. Warm hands close around his as he swings perilously over the ledge, suspended above the swirling darkness threatening to swallow him whole. 

For one paralyzing moment, he worries that Stiles will let go, decide he isn't worth the effort, reveal himself to be the nogitsune playing the long game and waiting for the opportune moment to seek its revenge, but then more hands join the effort — Scott, Peter, Chris — and together, they work to drag Derek up and over the ledge to safety. Cries of reunion drown in the wake of the crumbling tower as one by one, Scott, Chris, and Peter sprint through the doorway emanating a brilliant, blinding white light.

With only seconds to spare, the two of them make it through the portal before it closes and collapse onto solid ground in the Beacon Hills preserve, breathing in great greedy lungfuls of crisp, clean autumn air, wrapped tightly in each other's arms, refusing to let each other go. Upon impact, the screen of the battered old television shatters with a satisfying crack, closing the portal to that strange and terrible nightmare world for good.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Coping Mechanisms

Summary - Y/N Hale goes to see her husband every night, even amidst the murders and hunters that have found themselves to be a reoccurring threat in town. The last thing that she was expecting however was for her Peter to wake up

Peter Hale x reader

Warnings - mentions of murder and death, talk of the fire, angst and fluff, ‘comatosed’ peter, burn marks, werewolf reader, 3rd person writing, i think that’s it

After work, speaking to him was easy, even if he didn’t reply back. She knew that deep down he was listening, he had always been such a good listener. The smallest things had intrigued him back in the day, especially the woman sat before him.

A smile was paved onto Y/N’s lips as she reached a hand up to lightly trail down the side of Peter’s scarred face. The fire had really done a number on him, but it was a blessing that he had escaped with his life.

“You’re still as beautiful as the day that we met, you’re looking like the bad boy that wants me to miss lessons to make out in the locker room all over again.” If Peter could speak, or had the ability to respond in the slightest, it was obvious to his wife that he’d offer her a cocky comment and a smirk.

She missed that, more than anything; their mutual interaction. It gave her a reason to live, it had made her smile, but all Y/N could do was curse the word;d for tormenting her husband in such a cruel and evil way; he didn’t deserve it.

“I love you, more than anything, but you already know that.” As she spoke, Peter’s eyes remained distant, glossy from the mental barrier that separated the two of them. “I have to get home, I can’t wait until the day I can take you from this place and bring you back. It’s a nice apartment downtown, nothing too big, yet its still a little like that for just me. I’ll be back tomorrow night, I’m pretty sure that Derek is going to visit you in a couple of hours, so you have that to look forward to.”

Inside, Y/N’s heart was breaking, if Peter were conscious, he would sense the ambient ache in her chest. Without him, she wasn’t complete, everyday a little piece of her was chipping and breaking away.

Reaching down, the woman planted a stern, heartfelt kiss of her puckered lips upon Peter’s forehead. He, as expected, made no response, he was still stoic in his chair. The muse came to the door, tilting her head at Y/N, thinking of how oblivious she was. Her mood sometimes resembled that of a widow, but she was lacking vast amounts of information.

Peter Hale was no longer compromised with his coma, and he had gained much more than physical stability. His brain worked smoothly once again, like a mastermind, and he had a plan. A brilliant plan.

“Thank you for everything.” Y/N spoke to the nurse, a feeble, pained yet satisfied smile upon her lips. “I’ll be back tomorrow, I guess I’ll see you then.”

The nurse politely nodded, expecting as much from the werewolf’s wife. Her absence would however give them the time to continue their spree of chaos and death, fulfilling every aspect that vengeance had to give. If the she wolf was aware of al the slaughtering and biting, she’d be relived of Peter’s recomposed state, although she would predictably be disgusted by his vengeful vendetta.

But the important factor was that she was completely oblivious to the to be revealed secret. Y/N was clueless, and it was due to her not searching for any contradicting evidence. However the private she wolf stopped in her tracks whenever she saw Derek, her nephew in law, and a teenage boy whom she had no recognition of.

“Y/N.” Derek greeted her, bowing his head at his old pack member, being polite as one could be in the face of someone that had yet to grieve. “I was hoping to have seen you, I need to know if you have any information on this alpha that is gang around Beacon Hills killing humans.” She was the best lead the young Hale had, however she defiantly crossed her arms over her chest and glinted her beta brazen eyes at the fresh wolf and his mentor.

Scott unsurely stepped aback, cautious to be in the sights of another werewolf, especially one that was a stranger to him. “I presumed you would’ve heard with your enhanced hearing that it was a mountain lion.” Y/N smirked, unsettling both the young and learning men. “However its targets are quite peculiar… all had involvement in the fire. And so they deserve death in every way, you’ve seen Peter!”

“Thank you for your time Y/N, I know things haven’t been easy for you.” Damn right, she thought at her nephew’s words. It was disgustingly difficult coping with the comatose shell of her mate, and with an excusing smile she abandoned the building in hopes of going to her lonely home and resting up so that she could return fully awake the next day.

However as the autumn air hit her exposed skin she paused. There was something in the nearby shadows watching her with crimson eyes that radiantly beamed towards the unsettled female. A stern growl tumbled out from Y/N’s throat until a familiar spectre entranced out from the darkness and revealed himself in Hale fashion.

“Hello darling.” Peter greeted her for the first time in many years, a cunning smile distorting his face that had been void of expression for so long. “Have you missed me?” She had, insanely so, but this meant… had he killed Laura? She wasn’t certain how to react and thus she bolted in the opposing direction from the one that she had missed for so long, afraid of the red pigment that had tainted his eyes. She had to get to Derek and warn him, but she watched as Peter evolved into a monster, and then it hit her. There was no escape and there had never been one.

He’d had her wrapped around his crisp finger for so long and as his face extended into a devise that no longer resembled a human, she succumbed to her fears and submitted to the alpha that had been tricking her from the start of time.

She understood his motives concerning his bringing of bodies, and soon he would make her like his decisions. With Y/N he would be stronger, they would be unstoppable, and that came first to his care for his mate, because with this malicious strength he could protect her; he was unable to save anyone in the fire that had set him on this path of turmoil and revenge, and he would ensure that he was never that weak again.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Time Will Tell Us Everything (February)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62670616 by In_Over_My_Head Peter held the book in his hand, a small smile he didn’t notice pulling at his lips. It was black with the moon's phases across the top, the tree of life in the center, and made with a soft, almost velvet black fabric. The pages looked well used and were clearly bound by hand, making it look like the old-style spell books Stiles was constantly going on about. Flipping it open, Peter huffed a laugh, realizing it was a journal rather than an already established piece of literature. Stiles would love it, he mused, sliding a hand over the cover. Was it odd to get the boy a gift? They’d met only a month before at Derek’s wedding, and while he’d assumed they’d take him home, have some fun, and send him on his way, that wasn’t what happened. Instead of the sex Peter had anticipated, they’d ended up spending the evening in their library, watching Stiles flit from book to book with a level of excitement that sent both his and Chris’s hearts hammering. Words: 2433, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of 2025 - Year of the OTP Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2025, It Made Me Think Of You, Gift Giving, Business Trip, Established Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Unsure Peter Hale, Chef Stiles Stilinski, but not professionally, Developing Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Surprises Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62670616

[infiniteeight8]

Which ship has been your longest fixation? Like the longest you have made and/or consumed content? I was just thinking about this ship I was obsessed since 2018 and how at the start of 2024 just stopped to caring about it. And it isn't like I dislike it now I still think it's excellent but I just don't engage with their content which there's barely any sadly it's a dead fandom.

Oops, almost forgot to answer this! Sorry, anon, it got a little lost among prompts. LOL.

So this is an interesting question, because I'm what we used to call a fannish butterfly back in the day. I'm usually into a fandom for 1-2 years before moving on, and when I move on I almost never come back to the fandom at all. However, there are a few exceptions, each of which is unique in its own way.

Gibbs/DiNozzo (NCIS). I almost don't want to put it on the list because staying as long as I did was a huge mistake, but the fandom I was active in for the longest continuous period was early, early, early NCIS. Season 1-3 (or 4 maybe). I was trying really hard to stay solely because I felt like being a fannish butterfly was a bad thing. That was an awful mistake, it was really unfunny for at least a year or more at the end there. Would not recommend. Move on when it feels natural, folks. I don't read for these two anymore at all. 3 or 4 years total.

Fraser/RayK (due South). I never wrote for this fandom (unless you count a crossover ficlet), but I read for it voraciously. I got into it a couple years after the show ended (somewhere in the early 2000s), which means I was lucky enough to completely miss the Ray Wars. I am very thankful for that. I still occasionally got back and read fic for these two. Not often, but enough that an argument could be made that I've been in the fandom casually for around 20 years and counting.

Garak/Bashir (Star Trek: Deep Space 9). Another fandom that I never wrote for and which I didn't get into until the canon was long over. But just like due South, I still occasionally come back and read fic for them. Probably a little less time than due South, call it 15 years or so and counting.

Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf). This one is hilarious for two reasons: (1) I've never seen the show. I tried, and could not get past the first episode or two. While the show was on Netflix, I did skip through very episode to find all of Peter's scenes and I watched those. So I've seen the Peter Hale supercut of Teen Wolf. LOL. The Steter I love is the Steter I came to know through fic, and that's what I write. I make extensive use of the wiki when needed for writing. 😄 (2) Once upon a time, I asked Tumblr to recommend me a fandom because I wasn't finding one naturally. An anon recommended Steter. Teen Wolf was on the air at the time, and I took a quick look at the fandom and didn't think it was for me. Laugh at me now. LOL. Literal years later I was desperate for something to read, remembered that anon, checked out Steter fic, and the rest is history.

I read Steter for literal years before I wrote my first work for them. I didn't think I ever would. But the muse came knocking and I posted my first fic in January 2020. Been writing for them ever since, although mostly ficlets. I'd guess I started reading somewhere between 2015 and 2020. So maybe as much as 9 years.

[dcrkcrwns]

peter was extremely annoyed. who in their right mind would actually move in to an apartment on a sunday. didn't they know most people would be out on saturday nights. probably the worst time, for sure. not to mention that the full moon was coming out tonight, and with peter, it truly was a double whammy. he wanted to rest, but he would get none now. and the heat would only irritate him some more. as an alpha, these things were easier, and going through this for years have also added to the experience. but he had his traditions, his ways of preparing, especially when he could feel the heat coming. it was like his wolf side made it known that he needed to breed someone until they get pregnant, to make sure that he could continue his lineage. but of course, for him, wanting to get anyone pregnant didn't suit him. he could never be a dad. how could even be a good dad when he couldn't even be a good alpha. he didn't even have a pack of his own. he might as well be an omega with red eyes. but that was something he didn't really think about.

" hello? " he said, watching the other taking his time to turn and to respond. maybe that was his wolf senses, so heightened. and everything seemed slower to him at times. " are you alright? " peter was confused, not even realizing that he was naked. but then again, being nude was his natural state, especially when he enjoyed being in his wolf self. but he looked at him, dead in the face, still very much annoyed. " alright, then why don't you say it instead of standing there, with your mouth open. you're going to catch flies. " he responded. he stayed at the doorway, as he waited to hear what the other had to say. when the other said he needed to apologies, peter's mood changed. " that's a good start, " he stated.

when the other apologized, peter nodded. " surprised you moved on a sunday. most people like to have lazy sundays, enjoy the day before they are back to work, " he laughed. " i guess apology accepted, " he stated. " huh? " he was confused, and then when the other's eyes flashed down, peter looked down and he saw his half erect cock. he laughed. " of course, i forgot the underwear, " he shook his head. but he glanced up, smirking that the other didn't seemed to look away. " well, cyrus. you just saw me fully naked. i'm surprised you didn't make your way over and apologize by making this right, " he nodded, eyes glancing down at his dick that was now getting harder. " well, at least you're attractive, so something nice to look at whenever we cross paths. i'm peter. " he said.

" good, so now that you're down, want to show me around your place? or want to come join mine. "

As the door slammed shut and the metal grate followed, with the latch and lock being tightened to secure it, the warlock had finally made his short way away back to his front door, but not without first getting to greet his new neighbour. Cyrus had to a double-take, just to be sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. At first, believing that hauling all this furniture and decor into his new home had somehow managed to tire him out enough to begin causing him to hallucinate. But no. There was no hallucinating this. No way his mind could conjure up something like this. This... this was a gift from the Gods themselves after a hard days work, all by his lonesome. It was unbelievable. The beautiful, muscular sculpture standing there at his front door, with seemingly no care of displaying himself so openly to a total stranger, with such poise and confidence that it made Cyrus practically salivate and forced to gulp down. Cyrus was unable to hold himself back, and he quite bluntly blurted out, "Wow, Christ almighty..." He helped himself to a nearby tea towel just on the inside of his loft, which he used to remove the excess sweat around his neck. Beads of it formed at the tip of his nose, and the facial hair of a beard at his chin. He used the cloth to wipe himself down as he kept his eyes focused on the entirely nude figure standing there, cock seeming to be fully erect and throbbing. Cyrus couldn't deny; he had an immediate physical attraction. That sculpted, toned body was being registered to his mind. He certainly was not expecting to see a naked, handsome man tonight, but he would gracefully take in the scenery while he could.

After the man had stopped talking, there was a long drawn-out silence between them as he continued to pat himself dry. Cyrus was eyeing him up like a hungry, ravenous dog. There was a glint in his eye, one of lust, as he studied every curve of his body. Every vein, every fibre of muscle as it involuntarily flexed, the soft and supple skin. Every breath he took, he watched as the chest and toned belly expanded with oxygen and then condense. Attention rises up then, over the neck, jaw, ears and messy bed-hair, down across to his eyes and finally resting at those plump, pink lips.

"I have many things to say," he began, clearing his throat and daringly taking a few steps out, to meet him halfway between their two front doors. "But first, I'll start with an apology." Now that he was closer, his heightened senses could pick up on his aroma. As a warlock that was well on his way to having been around for a millenia, he could pinpoint whether someone was human or not, and from the looks of it, this man was clearly not one. He had been around many werewolves in his time; alphas, betas, omegas. Cyrus had a firm knowledge on them as a species; immediately, he knew what to label this man as, purely by looking at him and standing in his presence. "I'm sorry for making such a ruckus. Obviously, you are going through..." He cleared his throat, eyes briefly flashing down to his impressive length. "...something... right now." He knew. There was no better plaything than an Alpha in heat. But, one had to watch their back when it came to it. Some were unpredictable and aggressive if they were unable to control themselves. "Name's Cyrus, by the way." He extended his hand out, after having wiped it to dry, to the nude figure standing a few feet away. "I'll be your new neighbour." The last of the heavy furniture was what caused the most issue, since it seemed to be the boiling point for this man to have finally reacted to him as he had just finished.

Fortunately, the remainder of his night was rather bleak. A hot shower, go out for a quick bite and return to begin setting in his furniture, perhaps even dress his king-sized bed up for the night so he could take a well-earned rest. You couldn't go wrong with a hot shower, a full belly and fresh clean sheets. "Again, I'm sorry about all the noise... I tried to be as quiet as I could, but I'm all done now."

[dcrkcrwns]

[makesmiistakes]

TEEN WOLF FANDOM! Or any SPN style fandom!

Debating if I should finish refurbishing this blog or not due to low activity in the TW fandom. Anyone still around? Characters were created originally for the Teen Wolf reboot fandom but can easily be adapted for series like Supernatural or just supernatural type fandoms. ( Especially Rowan and Gabe )

Current Muses:

Laura Hale : Derek's older sister and former alpha post-fire

Greenberg : fellow student of the McCall gang; lacrosse player

Amanda Greenberg : his mom. medical examiner.

Angela GIrardi : greenberg's aunt. investigator for the sheriff's office

Nina Delaisser : best friend of Laura Hale. mother of Regan Hale.

Regan Hale : daughter of Nina Delaisser and Peter Hale

Lydia Martin : fellow student of Scott and co. banshee.

Rowan : biological father to Talia Hale's children. hunter.

Gabe Valesco : hunter. best friend to Rowan.

POSSIBLY Coach Finstock

For more information go to my blog and my pinned post has my carrd. If I post it here the post disappears from tags.

If any of these guys sound interesting to you give me a message! I don't care if we're following each other or not yet. :) I really miss them and would love to write them some more.

[sterekloverforever]

As I was cleaning today I was listening to Disney music and Go the Distance from the Hercules (1997) movie came and holy shit…

I need a Sterek Hercules AU ASAP

Just imagine the characters 🤩

Hercules (Disney) AU:

Derek Hale as Hercules

Stiles Stilinski as Megara

Derek’s Camero was Pegasus

Peter Hale as Hades

Chris Argent as Phil

Talia Hale as Hera

Scott McCall as Panic

Isaac Lahey as Pain

Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimara, Malia Tate as the Muses

I’m not exactly sure what the rest would be but I’m sure y’all can come up with something.

If one already exist pls tell me! 😋

[dereksfavboy]

listing what kinda music I think my favs listen to (except i don't think I KNOW they listen to these and I'm right and if u disagree ur wrong and u will start coughing if u try arguing with me) to remind myself to make playlists for them

Derek - rock, metal, mostly emo, punk & grunge, mcr, metallica, anthrax, slayer, nirvana, iron maiden, exodus, type o negative , the cure, sex pistols, green day, blink-182, motionless in white, suicidal tendencies, muse, pixies, tfb, siousxie and the banshees, wallows, maroon 5,fob, set it off, 21 pilots, bôa, cannibal corpse, alice in chains, three days grace, puddle of mudd, acdc, all time low, boys like girls, dead man's bones(canon), falling in reverse, black veil brides, escape the fate, bring me the horizon, 5 seconds of summer, ok music and Derek r my life so i can go on and on forever but u get the drill methinks

Erica my girl ohhhuh my baby I love her- rock, hip-hop, pop, scenemo, millionaires, paramore, evanescence , mcr, ghost town, p!atd, 3OH!3, S3RL, nelly furtado,, bullet for my valentine, all time low, siousxie and the banshees, pierce the veil, msi, get scared, Britney Spears , the cranberries, björk, bôa, t.A.T.u, miley cyrus , aaliyah, amy winehouse, avril lavigne, lady gaga, holywood undead, kesha

Deucalion oouhgh my father he's so dad I miss him- classical literally think of any classical song ever ,he's heard it . His fav composers r vivaldi and tchaikovsky . he also fw jazz, R&B, and rock, led zeppelin, the who, xscape, deep purple, michael jackson, black sabbath, coldplay, the smiths, aretha franklin, sinatra, mariah carey, adele, badfinger, abba, SZA, frank ocean, Tony! Toni! Toné!, Mint Condition, d'angelo, lauryn hill, boys || men ,luther vandross,ella fitzgerald

Peter - R&B, jazz, rock, EDM, (younger peter would also b into metal, classics like Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Black Sabbath etc etc ) nirvana, adele, the rolling stones, pink floyd, Prince, Snap!, ace of base, daft punk, coldplay, cascada, michael jackson, queen aphex twin, whitney houston, the weekend, mariah carey, the isley bros, marvin gaye, d'angelo, bruno mars, alice in chains, 7 year bitch, sinatra, soulgarden, pearl jam, the beatles, this list is kinda lacking I don't rlly listen to this stuff sorry to my favourite asshole

Eli- rock, emo, grunge, mcr, ptv, acdc, evanescence, falling in reverse, blink-182, mccafferty, green day, nirvana, hollywood undead, get scared, the neighborhood, TFB, set it off and basically almost everything his dad listens to + some pop like sabrina carpenter, taylor swift , billie eilish, harry styles

Laura “erm she has like two seconds of screen time“ who gaf - rock ( mostly likes gothic rock), depeche mode, bauhaus, the witching hour, siousxie and the banshees (I don't play Abt S&TB if u haven't noticed),the cranberries, the cure, joy division, the cult, evanescence, switchblade symphony, queen, sisters of mercy, the smiths,and classical music, her fav composers r debussy and ludovico einaudi

Isaac - rock, grunge, nirvana, mccafferfy, evanescence, msi,mcr, acdc, abba, queen, wallows, radiohead, soad, bôa, muse, pixies, yadda yadda I'll stop listing a gazillion artists now cuz it's getting repetitive af

Chris- not rlly a music guy, nirvana

Cora - rock, tfb,bôa, björk, s&tb, evanescence, abba, the smiths, nirvana, my bloody valentine, radiohead, the cure, pixies, the smashing pumpkins, the cranberries

Braeden - rock, björk, new years day, my bloody valentine, pixies, bôa

Stiles - rock and pop, nirvana, iron maiden, 21 pilots, fob, radiohead, bring me the horizon, all time low, taylor swift, one direction, britney spears, paramore, amy winehouse

I'm sleep deprived as fuck save me derek hale

[drvcxrys]

hello (: so finally this is my starter call/plot call. slowly i'm going to post all my outfits for my characters and you can find them here. i'm going to be capping at 4 per muse so ask away :D

prob not going or maybe just lurking outside the ball or something:

annabeth chase: thalia grace or clarisse la rue

jean grey

malia tate

samantha carpenter: tara carpenter

yelena belova.

alice cullen going solo.

she really doesn't need a date to just have fun. right now alice wanted just to have an excuse to wear a very nice outfit for the night because let's be honest, everything is an excuse when it comes to shopping and buy something pretty to wear. thread (2/4): yoon chi woo, apple

alice jones/tilly going with robin hood-mills.

she just wants to have a blast with her fiance, just enjoying their date night with no worries about anything else. of course she might just look around and explore a bit from time to time as well. thread (0/4):

alicent hightower going with ridoc (blind date)

she doesn't know how she ended up doing this but she decided to just be out of her comfort zone and see what the night lead her, she just want a night for herself to relax a bit because work has been stressful as well so this was perfect for doing that. thread (0/4):

anna of arendelle going with kristoff bjorgman

she's very touched that kristoff decided to go with her here, it's been a while since they actually get to be in a ball and she kind of miss those interactions. anna is a very social person so honestly she would love to meet new people as well and just enjoy herself. thread (2/4): xie lian, elsa

annie cresta going with finnick odair

annie loves the idea of spending time with her husband so being here with him is just fantastic so she's going to try and take advantage of this night to just having a good time and trying to be as social as she can as well. thread (0/4):

betty cooper going with ning yingying (blind date)

she wasn't expecting doing this at all but she wanted to try and get out of her comfort zone and this blind date was a good thing in a way, so she just want to have a good time here, that was all, being social because that's why she's here, for being social. thread (1/4): lee jordan

beverly marsh going with peter hale

this is her chance to just let loose and relax a bit and what better way than with her boyfriend? she's going with peter and her idea is just to have fun and trying to forget about almost everything. of course that besides that she's also going to be very social even wanting to meet new people and interact with others. thread (0/4):

bianca di angelo going with lucerys velaryon

this is her first time in an event like this, she's not used to a ball or dressing up to go to one but she wanted to try and give this a chance, she's going to have a bit in a awe about some things that's for sure, especially about some new things in this place. thread (1/4): - parvati patil

bree tanner going with diego

she just wants to spend her time with diego now that she has her in her life once again, this time was the perfect opportunity for that because this seems like a very fun event. however, now that she will be with a lot of humans in the room she might try to have more control than ever, she was able to have that control until now but she's still new about this so is still hard. thread (0/4):

buffy summers going with angel

buffy loves to put a nice outfit and going to dance, to interact with people so this is the perfect opportunity for that, hoping that maybe everything is going to stay like that for the moment, that's what she would love, a night off from the supernaturals and the sources of evil and all of that. thread (0/4):

caroline forbes going with stefan salvatore

she's all over the moon about this, being here with stefan was perfect considering she never thought that she was ever going to see him again so this was just perfect for her. and besides, she loves these events so much, she loves planning them of course but she also just loves going to them as well. thread (1/4): - josie saltzman

carrie white going with dorothy gale

last time she went to an event like this one ended up really badly so she didn't know about being here but dorothy told her and she is starting to trust some people so she decided to give this a chance, she's very shy and a bit reserved so it's gonna be hard to open up but she will try to do that and give this night an opportunity. thread (0/4):

choi nam ra going with evangeline ennar (blind date)

she never thought that she was going to put herself in this blind date thing but she did, maybe to be out of her comfort zone, to try something new so that's why she was here and she wants to just spend her night in a fun way, without caring much about anything else, like a regular girl. thread (0/4):

claudia going with abigail blyg

this is new. she loves a good party but she never expected to go with someone here but she is not upset about this, she's just enjoying herself right now and she will try to do just that, enjoy herself and her time here, trying not to cause too much chaos at least. thread (0/4):

clove kentwell going with cato hadley

not her ideal scenario but she decided to just go and going with cato was a plus so at least she wasn't alone here, at least that was something. she's going to try and relax a bit here but who knows, since this is not her type of scenario she just feels a bit out of place at times. thread (0/4):

daenerys targaryen going with nehemia ygter

this is a very nice place to be in. she must to admit that she's a bit excited to be here with nehemia, it's not her first time in an event like this one but still she's not used to events in this place so she will just try to enjoy the night and forget about everything with her date. thread (1/4): - nehemia

daphne bridgerton going with simon basset

a night off with her husband now that he remembers everything? of course. she's very excited about this. this is really daphne scenario, she loves a ball, dancing, putting a nice dress...it's like back home so she will really enjoy this night. thread (1/4): diana

elizabeth midford going with ciel phantomhive

this is like back home, she loves to dress up and going to an event like this, especially if she's going here with ciel because let's face it, she might've insisted a bit for him to take care, her mission is to make him have a good time as well because she knows that she will have a good time here. thread (0/4):

emma swan going with silco (blind date)

this is new for her because honestly is not like she enjoys the idea of a blind date and she's not sure this is even going to work but she decided to go and just enjoying her night here, that was all, she deserve this kind of break after everything that happened here in washington. thread (0/4):

gwen stacy going solo

she enjoys something to distract herself so this was perfect, she has been alive for a month or so and she's trying to adjust so this was the perfect opportunity. thread (0/4):

hanna marin going with ahura boltagon

she's not holding any king of hope to this blind date because honestly she is not really the type of girl that do that but she ended up doing this anyway just to see how it goes. but one thing is for sure, she will really going to enjoy her time here because she loves those type of events, she really loves to put a nice outfit and going there. thread (2/4): - emily fields, charlotte dilaurentis

heidi volturi going solo

she wasn't going at first but she ended up going mostly because maybe just maybe she could even hunt in here, it could be a good buffet in her eyes so she was going to see, basically is that. thread (1/4): lu junyi

hermione granger going with harry potter

she really wants to have a good night here just a night off from everything but besides that, she thought this could be the perfect opportunity for harry and her to talk about some things that happened before maybe and see how that goes as well. thread (1/4): cho chang

hope mikaelson going with landon kirby

now that finally she has landon with her, she's so happy that she's able to go with him to a ball like this and that everything finally seems okay so even if this is not her type of event, she just wants to have fun with her boyfriend and friends too. thread (0/4):

isabelle lightwood going with simon lewis

she really enjoys this type of events because she can dress to impress and she just loves that. being here with her fiance was just perfect because finally they can do something out of their routine, having a night off. just in case though, she will always be alert because who knows what can also might happen here. thread (2/4): max lightwood, jester

jane going solo

she really enjoys this type of dance, dressing up and just being able to enjoy herself so she's going to do that or at least try to do that in this place hopefully nothing really is going to ruin that. thread (0/4):

jessica riley going with mike munroe

this was the perfect night for them to just have some fun like good old times. this was her second chance to live once again so she's going to take advantage of this at full. thread (0/4)

jill roberts going with billy loomis

it's been a while since she goes to an event like this one and honestly she's kind of excited about this because it would be the perfect date night, not really thinking about anything else but this and just have a good moment. thread (0/4)

kagome higurashi going solo

she decided to go to this valentine's mini gala because she was basically bored so she decided to try something new and that's why basically she was here to try and be more social as well. thread (0/4)

kara danvers going solo

she likes the idea of being here and distract herself from everything that's been happening in washington. but she's also here just in case something bad might happen, she's always on guard just in case but she is going to try and have a good time as well. thread (0/4)

katara going solo

she wants to do something new so that's why she's here, trying to be social and interact with people as well, just blend in, in general, she's here to just have a good time. thread (0/4)

leslie macher going with feirge (blind date)

this is new to her, blind date and all, but she decided to give it a try, trying something new is something that she likes to do so she's very determinate to have a good time and just forget about everything else that might be troubling her. thread (0/4)

lila pitts going with diego hargreeves

this is what people call normal and it's something they were actually looking for, trying to be normal for a change so being in this mini gala was something perfect for them to just let loose and enjoy their time here. thread (0/4)

lissa dragomir going with isaac lahey

that's something she's used to, she likes about being here and just trying to a good time, it's the first time that she celebrates valentines here so she's wondering how is going to be the event, she's curious about it. thread (0/4)

lucy gray baird going solo

a dance, an event like this is something she actually enjoys. now that finally she's free, she wants to try and just have a good time, that's all without caring much about anything else and just enjoying herself. thread (1/4): tigris snow

mary stuart going solo

mary enjoys this kind of events, and the museum seems nice to just explore a bit and see what this place has to offer. thread (2/4) - chu wanning, jane

myrcella baratheon going with baela targaryen

she feels so excited to be here, especially with baela because she likes her very much and she's so happy that they can do this together. she's here to just have a good time, explore the place and being social as well with people around her. thread (0/4)

nancy wheeler going with steve harrington

nancy is really hoping that this valentine is going to be calm and not like the last one but for now she's happy she can be here with steve, she wants to have a good night here, being with her friends. thread (0/4)

narcissa black going with rabastan lestrange

being here with rabastan was just perfect especially because they've been looking for a way to just enjoy a bit of calmness and just a good night and relaxing as well, so in her eyes this was perfect, at least for now. thread (0/4)

rachel amber going with jessica stanley (blind date)

she is unsure about this, this is her first time going in a blind date but she decided to have a good night and just enjoying herself here, not really her scenario after everything that happened in arcadia bay but she might try to get out of her comfort zone. thread (0/4)

rapunzel corona going solo

this is going to be a fun night for her and just trying to enjoy herself and since she's like a social butterfly she will be interacting with people, just dancing and exploring the museum as well. thread (1/4): wei wuxian

regina george going with emily davis (blind date)

this is really something she enjoys to do, being in this mini gala is perfect to dress to impress and be the queen she is. this blind date seems interesting as well so she's going to play nice or as nice as she can be and see how it goes everything. thread (0/4)

rhaena targaryen going solo

this a very nice event, she's here just to have a great time and she doesn't really mind about being here alone, she just wants to explore this place and even meet new people as well. thread (0/4)

sakura kinomoto going solo

sakura is in awe about those type of things, she is just sad that her best friend tomoyo is not here with her or that syaron is also not here but she's going to try and enjoy her night here and especially meet people and be social because she's a very social person. thread (0/4)

santana lopez going with brittany pierce

being here with brittany was perfect, she really loves the company of her and she just wants to spend the best night with her, that's all. she's going to be there dancing, drinking and just having a blast. thread (0/4)

sara lance going with fiona gallagher

honestly for sara being here with someone she likes is perfect, usually she flirts a lot more with girls but this time is a bit different because she actually is smitten by fiona so she is going to spend her night mostly drinking, dancing with her and if there is kissing perhaps. but she would also be social with people if she bumps into someone she knows or if she bumps into someone in general because she's basically a talker. thread (2/4) - ava, hunter

tohru honda going solo

this is her first mini gala event so she's very excited. she misses her friends, of course, but she decided to try and distract herself going and of course she's going to also try and just socialize with people in general. thread (0/4)

usagi tsukino going solo

she is going alone basically because she can't see herselg going in some type of gala without mamoru, it makes her sad he's not here or her other friends are not here as well but she decided to try and have a good time, at least this time she's not that alone here considering setsuna is also around. she's going to be a social butterfly here as well. thread (0/4)

veruca salt going solo

this is the perfect opportunity to show off her dress, accesories and everything that she was able to buy for this special occasion and also the perfect opportunity for her to meet new people as well. thread (0/4):

victoire weasley going with teddy lupin

a date night with teddy is something she honestly would love so much to do so this was just the perfect opportunity. she feels this night is going to be perfect to just enjoy herself, being with the people she loves and relax herself as well. thread (1/4): scorpius malfoy

wednesday addams going with louis weasley

honestly, she didn't want to go but after louis insisting a lot, like really a lot, she ended up accepting but is not like she's happy about it, she's just going to be herself and trying to enjoy herself just how she is, that was all. thread (0/4)

win wanichakarnjonkul going with team siriyothin

being here with team was perfect, win really loves the idea of having some kind of date night in this mini gala with him and just enjoying themselves, he's very happy about this. thread (0/4)

[geekyfandom78]

Might go back to writing stories for two older men who didn’t share any screen time nonsense aka writing some Wayne Munson/Jim Hopper fics.

Rare pairs are my jam, I wrote soooo many Sheriff Stilinski/Peter Hale fics back in the day.

It honestly depends on my muse and my exhaustion/anxiety/depression levels.

[hiddendarkrosesx]

Hello! Since I haven't done one of these since my old blog was deleted, I figured I would get an updated one going! These are currently all of my muses and their jobs!! Please react to as many as you want, they all need stuff!!!!

Adam | Appears 30 | Hazbin Hotel | Unemployed

Alexander Lightwood | 29 | Shadowhunters | Detective

Aqua Walker | 25 | Cheetah Girls | Songwriter/Music Teacher

Beetlejuice aka BJ | Appears 30ish | Beetlejuice | Criminal

Billy Loomis | 25 | Scream | Security Officer 

Bob Belcher | 42 | Bob’s Burgers | Owns Bob’s Burgers

Carlos Garcia | 24 | Big Time Rush | Performer

Chishiya Shuntaro | 21 | Alice in Borderland | Nurse/Medical School

Darcy Olsson | 19 | Heartstopper | College Sophomore/Barista

Dean Winchester | 40 | Supernatural | Psychiatrist 

Derek Hale | 25 | Teen Wolf | Police Officer

Edwina Sharma | 21 | Bridgerton | College Junior

Emily Fitch | 19 | Skins UK| College Freshman\ Fashion Designer 

Evan Buckley | 29 | 911  | Firefighter

Finn The Human | 20 | Adventure Time | Police Officer

Fiyero Tiggular | 26 | Wicked | Unemployed\ Has Sugar Daddies

Harry Hook | 23 | Descendants | Chef

Ivan Carvalho | 19 | Elite | College Freshman

Jake Wheeler | 19 | Chucky | College Freshman

Joel Miller | 46 | The Last of Us | Probation Officer

Kai Parker | 30 | The Vampire Diaries | Motivational Speaker

Katherine Pierce | 500+ | The Vampire Diaries | Unemployed

Klaus Hargreeves | 30 | The Umbrella Academy | Drug Therapist

Lillian Deville | 22 | Rugrats | Soccer Coach

Lily Tucker-Pritchett | 19 | Modern Family | College Sophomore 

Luca Paguro | 21 | Luca | College Junior

Marco Del Rossi | 21 | Degrassi | College Senior

Maria Vasquez | 25 | West Side Story | Unemployed

Matthew Murdock | 35 | Marvel | Criminal Lawyer

Maxine Baker | 19 | Georgia and Ginny | College Freshman

Maxine Mayfield | 23 | Stranger Things | Behavioral Therapist

Mercutio Alice | 27 | Romeo + Juliet | Exotic Dancer

Mickey Milkovich | 27 | Shameless | Bartender

Miles Hollingsworth | 21 | Degrassi | College Junior

Min Ho Moon | 21 | XO, Kitty | College Senior

Nick Nelson | 18 | Heartstopper | College Freshman 

Noa Olivar | 19 | Pll: Original Sin | College Freshman

Prionsias Cassidy | 1000+ | Preacher | Professional Drug User

Richie Tozier | 24 | IT | Comedian 

Ryan Evans | 20 | HSM | Actor/Singer

Ryuk | Looks 31 | Death Note | Unemployed

The Salesman | 38 | Squid Games | Unemployed

Sam Manson | 23 | Danny Phantom | Teacher

Simon Spier | 19 | Love, Simon | College Freshman

Sir Pentious | 100+ | Hazbin Hotel | Weapons Master

Stacy McGill | 21 | Baby-Sitters Club | Nanny

Tenth Doctor | Old | Doctor Who | Unemployed

T.j Kippen | 19 | Andi Mack | College Sophomore 

T.K Strand | 28 | 911: Lone Star | EMT

Verosika Mayday | Looks 25 | Helluva Boss | Performer 

Victoria Spring | 23 | Heartstopper | Youth Counselor

Wade Wilson | 40 | Marvel | Unemployed

Reggie Peters | 19 | Julie and the Phantoms | Guitarist

Eddie Brock | 32 | Marvel | Journalist

Kakashi Hatake | 29 | Naruto | Professor

Megumi Fushiguro | 25 |Jujutsu Kaisen | Unemployed

Darren Osbourne | 41 | Hollyoaks | Owns Osbourne Rides [Car Rental Place]