#gaydemonwolf; peter

[ireallymisscoffee]

@gaydemonwolf

"ellie." voice stern, reprimanding - like he had to be with her, always. she still never listened, which was incredibly exhausting. why did this kid have to be so difficult? the past two days she'd been on him, complaining she was hungry, which she was all the damn time. but joel .. out of the kindness of his heart, gave in. it was dangerous, very dangerous - especially since he was alone in this, with no back-up, but with the rest of town cleared or too crowded by infected, he'd had only few options.

maybe they'd get lucky. some towns had been overrun so fast that the stores were still stocked - so while joel doubted they'd be finding masses, he was hoping they might get lucky to find at least something edible. he was a good hunter, but in formerly heavily populated areas finding any game was difficult.

"what did i just say?"

"flashlight out & stay close. i know, i know. there's nobody here, joel. see?" she kicked an empty box along the floor, silence was the only answer.

"ellie." the roll of his eyes sounded in his voice & once again, joel regretted jumping on the chance to get a truck, because if he'd taken the time to think it through, he wouldn't be stuck with her. she was also talking, constantly. either to herself, or him & he just wanted the usual silence back.

they made their way in through the front, flashlights the only source of light. yes, he'd chosen to go in the night for the extra cover. "you know what to look for?"

"yes, joel. i know. you told me like fifty times." she was huffing like he had personally offended her.

what they were looking for, mostly - was cans. maybe clothes, if lucky - or utensils, weapons. anything really. joel was taking his time making his way through, kicking empty boxes with his feet. he found some things they needed, which was something. shoe laces, a few knives, gloves for ellie, a pair of shoes (for her, sadly - not for him, his were wearing down fast).

ellie had, as per usual, strayed from his side, but joel had been busy throwing everything he could find into his pack that he only realized when he heard her yell.

"jackpot!" she laughed & he could hear her grin. food then?

"ellie!" where the fuck did she run off to this time? "ellie?"

"over here, joel. you won't believe this. someone did all the work for us." he could hear the excitement in her voice, but to him... alarm bells. someone else? gun out, he made his way towards her, panic rising when he, once again, heard her yell.

"holy shit! what the fuck, dude?! uhhhh, joel...?"

he made it over just in time to find her & someone else - with a gun, too who was most likely the owner of said ... jackpot of canned foods.

"easy.... easy. we don't want any trouble, okay? ellie, c'mon. we're gonna go."

"but.. joel." she wanted the food, he knew, but they did not have the upper hand in this. she was at gunpoint & he wasn't going to risk her eating a bullet.

"ellie."

"alright, alright.... i'm going... okay? see?" slow, slow steps. "no need to shoot."

[codexargentum]

@gaydemonwolf​ || as thrown your way hehe

it’d been rather quiet in beacon hills after the horsemen, after almost not escaping certain death. chris hadn’t minded too much. yes, being busy kept the grief at bay, but he was also not getting younger & the constant threat of death hanging over his head didn’t help. he still hunted, he still protected beacon hills, he still lived in the empty shell of an apartment allison & chris had moved into after they’d lost victoria. 

he’d packed everything in boxes, sure he’d leave after losing allison, but he just never had the time for it. at this point he wasn’t sure he wanted to live elsewhere anymore. this is where he lost his girls, it was where his heart was, shattered & broken, but nonetheless throbbing with grief every day. 

besides, he’d spent a good portion of his teenage years here - if he could even call them that. gerard had been worse than a drill sergeant & the only actual good memory he had of that time was that of a wolf. worst mistake he ever made, really, but at the end of the day just one of many he’d come to regret. 

rumors were starting to pick up, but for the longest time (it was a day at best), chris chose not to believe them until he investigated. apparently someone was sleeping in the old hale mansion. it was supposed to get replaced, the contracts had been signed & it would’ve been flattened, but someone stopped it, so it sat motionless for years again. 

it was not a full moon night, or chris wouldn’t be out here in the middle of it, trying to find out who may or may not be living in the old, burnt house of the hales. gun drawn just in case - the woods were a dangerous place after all, he stood still when he heard a noise inside. “couldn’t find a better place to crash?” he called out, not sure if he’d end up talking to a rat, or something else that settled into the house, but .. if it was human... esque, he might get an answer that way. 

[ireallymisscoffee]

it was definitely too early for joel to even stir. without the buzzing madness of the alarm, or his daughter vehemently calling for him, joel slept. soundly. with not a single care in the world, like he didn’t spend the first night in a long time out & had to ask his brother to stay the night at his place so sarah wasn’t alone. it also wasn’t him who lied to said brother about why he stayed out the night, or with who. joel had been been quite a bit drunk, but he’d been sober enough to know how make it sound the least suspicious.

sure, joel experimented in high school - somewhat, but when he fell in love with sarah’s mother, everything seemed to fit. becoming parents so young hadn’t been planned, so he didn’t blame her when she left him a few months after birth. she hadn’t been ready to give up her plans for a child, which was alright. joel, though, had been. sure, there’d been days he felt regret, but nothing in this world could ever make him change his mind. sarah, him & tommy made a wonderful little family & he wouldn’t give that for anything. sure, he struggled - sure, he worried, but he never stopped fighting.

this job was big, maybe a little too big for tommy & him, but they were almost done. all the late shifts, all the stress & missed dinners with his daughter would pay off. this would keep them going for a while. comfortably. maybe he could squeeze in a little something for sarah, something she wanted for a long while they couldn't afford. maybe. he'd have to split with tommy & check the numbers first, but he had a good feeling about it.

matching peter's earlier groan, joel woke - wishing he'd never even attended the first party previous night. he rolled on his back to try & piece together where he was & why, which was when it dawned on him. hotel. peter hale. headache. ugh. holding his forehead in the hopes of death in the form of a headache pissed off, joel only noticed the other in bed with him when he whispered against the shell of his ear, eyes protesting as they opened to find the other very much naked by his side. he.. wasn't sure what happened, or why he'd .. slept with a guy, willingly & when he moved to sit up, the hangover headache suddenly seemed the least of his issues.

"shit, what time is it?" somewhat sitting, but filled to the brim with regret, he eyed the other & then the cart.

Starter for @ireallymisscoffee - Pre Outbreak

When he wakes up, he groans in protest; it's too early. There's a warm body next to him and he stretches out before looking. Joel, one of his workers. He's hot. He moves the sheets up to see his naked body, his ass is gorgeous if a little flat but definitely spankable. Instead of spanking him, though, he moves a hand and squeezes it groaning again with desire but pulls the hand away. Joel is asleep for now, so Peter will get up and make breakfast instead. Still, he kisses his ass with a smirk before going on his merry way. He calls room service and places an order, a very fancy order for breakfast. He doesn't know how the man likes his eggs so he orders them how he himself likes them. Once the order was placed he lays back on the bed and cuddles with Joel.

As he awaits, he starts remembering last night. It started with his party. He had invited the workers of his little project to come over, he hadn't thought much of it to be honest, but they definitely had stood out when they arrived. It made Peter realize his mistake. In revenge, they invited Peter and some other people from his party to a bar. Peter hadn't minded that much, he was used to seeing all sides of life, and he had been in bars before so he drank with them and chatted and watched them get drunk. He couldn't remember who started flirting with who, but he remembers whispering in Joel's ear to come to his apartment for some fun and Joel had accepted.

And here they were. Room service at the door and Joel in his bed. Peter peels himself off the man and goes to get the door. He pulls the cart inside without revealing too much of himself and closes the door. He examines the food and rolls the cart towards the bed. He walked back to the bed and slapped Joel's ass this time around. "Wake up, I got you breakfast, thought I wouldn't mind eating you for breakfast," he says against his ear. "You got stamina, I have to grant you that."

[theadoptedhale]

@gaydemonwolf cont. x:

Vincent went quiet and distant, he seemed hurt too and he could guess why. Deucalion decided to leave the tree for now, putting the lights down carefully, and walking up to his lover. He pulled Vince by the waist and slipped his arms around said waist in a soft embrace. “I appreciate it,” he said kissing his lips. “How about you extend an invitation to them. If they come, good, if not we move on. You can invite your brother, he loves spending time with you and he seems happier around you too so I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.” He kissed him again and moved a hand up to the back of his neck to stroke him. “We can adopt in our future, Peter will probably have a family of his own too, and we’ll have a big celebration with time. You’ll see.”

the wolf grumbled against the other's chest when he hugged him & pouted against his lips when he kissed him. he was right, though. vincent slung his arms around the other & leaned against him with a little sigh. "yeah, yeah - you're right. someone's gotta make the first step, right?" they could be the ones & if the others didn't appreciate it, then so be it. they'd live. "i dunno if peter even likes christmas anymore. good time to find out, i guess." he just wanted things to be normal. he knew they couldn't go back to how things used to be, but they could try find their own way, right?

this time he leaned into deucalion for the kiss, already feeling like a weight had been lifted. deucalion was so good at making him feel good about himself. "food, you, peter. the only things i need for a perfect christmas." the wolf grinned, slowly easing himself away from the alpha. "go go, put the lights on the tree. i'll unwrap the other decorations."

[theotherhalfofhimm]

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[thisisgucci]

another club, another friday night & hopefully another desperate guy thirsting for attention. the last one had turned out bark, but hardly any bite - no money for the taking. pretense was an issue on both sides in many cases, but damien was getting the hang of spotting the right guys. he’d been doing this for .. way too long, but he drove a fantastic car & dressed in gucci, so it wasn’t like his efforts didn’t pay off.

he was scouting for possible targets, letting his eyes roam available men - some were clearly too handsome to be falling for his act, he tended to stay away from those - he didn’t have time to waste, did he? he spent months on one guy, it better pay off.

smiles, he got a lot. he knew he looked good, he worked hard for that body, ate healthy & took care of himself, but .. this wasn’t the audience he thought he’d end up doing it for, honestly. he had no choice. it was too lucrative to let go. he was doing a round, showing off his assets to the men present, when one put a hand against his arm & held him in place very gently. got you.

turned to him, he was a little surprised, but also not really. handsome man, probably, definitely too handsome for his plans - or was he? alone on gay night in a club? sounded pretty desperate.

“hi.” lips pulled back over his teeth into a smile for a split second, his tongue working on wetting his bottom lip. “good taste.” which could mean a whole lot, his outfit, his choice in men clearly, in clubs, in drinks. it was perfect.

[thisisgucci-a]

@gaydemonwolf

another club, another friday night & hopefully another desperate guy thirsting for attention. the last one had turned out bark, but hardly any bite - no money for the taking. pretense was an issue on both sides in many cases, but damien was getting the hang of spotting the right guys. he’d been doing this for .. way too long, but he drove a fantastic car & dressed in gucci, so it wasn’t like his efforts didn’t pay off.

he was scouting for possible targets, letting his eyes roam available men - some were clearly too handsome to be falling for his act, he tended to stay away from those - he didn’t have time to waste, did he? he spent months on one guy, it better pay off. 

smiles, he got a lot. he knew he looked good, he worked hard for that body, ate healthy & took care of himself, but .. this wasn’t the audience he thought he’d end up doing it for, honestly. he had no choice. it was too lucrative to let go. he was doing a round, showing off his assets to the men present, when one put a hand against his arm & held him in place very gently. got you. 

turned to him, he was a little surprised, but also not really. handsome man, probably, definitely too handsome for his plans - or was he? alone on gay night in a club? sounded pretty desperate. 

“hi.” lips pulled back over his teeth into a smile for a split second, his tongue working on wetting his bottom lip. “good taste.” which could mean a whole lot, his outfit, his choice in men clearly, in clubs, in drinks. it was perfect. 

[triviakinged-a]

@gaydemonwolf || as somewhat plotted lol

it wasn’t all that often that he had an early afternoon to himself, but he did have to do his grocery shopping some time & robert promised he could deal with the shop on his own for a few hours, so he went out. life was almost back to normal, the same old life he’d led for many, many years. it wasn’t boring, though - it was the life he chose. it was a good life, simple but good. he had family. what else could he want, right? a soulmate, probably, but he was starting to think that won’t happen. he kept trying & he kept thinking that maybe he found it finally & then reality came crashing down on him. ben finished him off. time for a break, time to find his bearings. 

he was calm, roaming the isles to grab all his necessities, his arms full & regret definitely settling as he should’ve grabbed a cart or basket, but he didn’t plan to grab as much. he had to make his way back home soon, too, so that was whirling in his head & then he was trying to think of dinner & what else he could need, which led to an unfortunate clash. his items tumbled to the floor, he bumped into a shelf behind him, holding himself up with an arm in-between boxes of tea. “shit, i’m so sorry.”

[thekingsparty]

@gaydemonwolf​ gets all the snow cause its her fav :p

the first thing that he noticed when he woke was cold. it washed over him quickly, his body shaking violently, but pain was just as prominent once he woke far enough to realize what happened. they crashed. they bloody crashed, but where? it was freezing, the snow around him was colored in a deep, dark red, but .. it wasn’t all his blood, was it? the impact had split the plane in half, the seats had basically crumbled into little pieces, but the pilot’s section.... he found it up in a tree, on fire. even the snow burnt around them. 

the other man was unconscious still, though crowley assumed it wouldn’t be for much longer. he brushed a hand through his hair & found it came back bloody. “bollocks.” words came soft, even his voice shook, his eyes desperately trying to scan their surroundings to find a possible way out. where were they? he pushed himself to his feet & stumbled over to the other passenger, rolling him onto his back. “i support napping of all kinds, but you really need to wake up. now, if you don’t want to freeze to death.” hand against the man’s cheek, checking his pulse down below. he was alive, but he was bleeding from a wound on his side, something must’ve cut through his clothing - not a surprise, sharp edges everywhere. 

when the man woke, crowley was quick to help him sit. they could deal with their wounds later, for now they had to get out of the cold. “come now, handsome. we need to find shelter. maybe a cave, make a fire. something like that.”

[goldenashs]

@gaydemonwolf​ has entered the building

the old truck came rattling to a stop in front of the very first store in town, door slammed shut after the young blonde hopped out. she’d been driving for hours & the sweet promise of caffeine & breakfast had her heart leap in joy, enough to distract her on the way in. she passed a man looking suspiciously similar to the man on the folded photograph in her pocket. the man whose existence was the sole purpose ashley had in life as of now. 

she grabbed muffins, holding a pack of beef jerky between her teeth & bottled coffee in her arms as she approached the check out section. she sneakily pushed her way through the mass of people - only few ever complained when a cute little girl pushed past, heh. the sight that awaited her when she looked up, though, had her stare. “holy fuck.” beef jerky had dropped to the ground, so she scrambled to pick it up. the man was on his way out, so she hurried & paid as quickly as she could, basically storming outside the store & after the man. “wait! peter?”

[hellofalothalearchive]

@gaydemonwolf​: sticky thing from peter and duke

Send  📝  and my muse will leave a sticky note for yours!

a key is attached to the door of peter’s apartment, along with a note...

[eternalinjustice]

@gaydemonwolf​ || dad gets to meet his son’s werewolf

“so you’re the werewolf my s— crowley’s seeing? he’s spoken quite a bit about you.” he’d been hesitant at first, but eventually he’d opened up. he was his father after all, even if .. well, if he’d missed his life & most of his afterlife. they’d met now finally & they’d spent time together. he liked it. “i’m will.”

[shadowsxregrets]

@gaydemonwolf​ sent a thing:  👀 (Duke to Peter)

Peter wasn’t embarassed or faced at all when he was caught looking at-- or checking out-- Deucalion. 

“A man can’t help himself sometimes.”

[thekingsparty]

his palm was gentle against the wolf’s cheek, the other buried in his hair & pet along the back of his head, brushing through soft hair in a soothing manner. peter had issues, crowley understood as much when they met, when a mere sound had set the wolf off into frenzy. he didn’t mind, not really. “because I know how to treat a lover right. so long as you’re mine, i will lay the world by your feet.”

Throws randomness at @thekingsparty because I can

He nuzzles his face, trembling. Peter knew Crowley had asked him a question but he wasn't okay and he didn't felt like admitting it. "Tell me," he whispers. "Why is it that, of all people, a demon is the one making me feel like the most important thing in the world?"

[theadoptedhale]

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

@gaydemonwolf: [ choke ] (Peter)

cold hands against warm skin. the first thing vincent thought about was why are his hands cold? was he cold? was he unhappy? or was he nervous? the lack of oxygen flowing freely within him only came secondary, the worry about his brother was far too strong to ignore despite the rather delicate circumstances they were in. 

honestly, he should’ve expected this to happen again. the first time hadn’t been pretty & the second time wouldn’t go any less messily, but all he could do was hope at this point. peter had things to work through & vincent would stay by his side, offer a helping hand & hope for the best. he might never be the same, but he could still heal. 

discomfort raised his arms, it wound fingers around peter’s wrists in a desperate, yet gentle manner & a the pull he exercised on his twin brother’s arms was ..decent. let go. you don’t want to do this. peter please. blue eyes found his twin’s, chest heaved in a pathetic attempt to draw in air it oh so desperately needed but couldn’t find. lips formed letters peter would very well recognize as his own name if he chose to. 

it was alright, though. because for the first time in twenty years, vincent was happy.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@gaydemonwolf || Peter

He remained quiet, his posture unchanged but his face was neutral now instead of angry. He was listening, waiting for what she had to say about this because he was tired of waiting and begging and going after something that maybe, just maybe never will be. Malia seemed shocked, lost for words, so Peter awaited and allowed her to gathered her thoughts, this was a defining moment in their lives, in their relationship and, as such, he could wait. When she finally said what she had to say he snorted in disbelief and looked to the side. “So all I’ve done for you isn’t enough to prove myself? What else do you want from me, Malia? I’ve given you my all and still isn’t enough. You say you care yet…yet I don’t believe your words. I’m tired of waiting around for you to make up your mind so I am making up mine. I’m not going after you anymore, I’m not accepting your help anymore. I’ve always been left to fend for myself, that is nothing new. I’ve gotten used to be rejected and pushed away.”  He lowered his head for a moment and later on his arms before starting to walk away. “Good bye, Malia.” 

  “ No. Wait. Just…  wait. “  There  was  no  constrained  politeness  about  her  words.  No  bitter  aggression  either,  though.  This  convulsive  agony  needed  to  stop.  This  family  drama  needed  to  reach  its  end.  It  was  wrong,  though;  ignoring  his  attempts  was  wrong.  It  was  unfair  as  well.  And  even  though,  she  hated  emotional  situations,  even  though,  she  couldn’t  deal  with  sentimentality,  handle  human  interactions,  it  was  high  time  she  tried  harder.  She  could  excuse  herself  only  for  so  long,  after  all.   What  if  this  was  an  act,  though?  What  if  he  was  trying  to  guilt trip her?  What  if -- .  “ Just  stop  the  melodrama  and  sit  here  so  we  can  speak. “  Performances  weren’t  that  unusual,  when  it  came  to  Peter,  after  all.  “ What  if  I  apologise?  Will  that  be  enough? “  It’d  be  difficult  for  sure:  absolutely  against  her  character  and  behavior.  If  it  was  bound  to  work,  though…  “ Perhaps  you  are  right.  Perhaps  I  have  indeed  been  bad  at  you.  And  perhaps  you  have  every  right  to  be  angry  with  me. ”