#mentioned: peter hale

[deadpoolsmom]

okay the teen wolf movie is both stupid and bad for a lot of reasons but I think people are passing over the also stupid a choice to have derek’s (rip dilf king lmao) kid adopted by scott and allison. Like okay he doesn’t have a mother that exists (???) and allison is both legally dead and never graduated high school (is still possibly technically 16?) but also derek fully has living family?? (both of who would be able to relate to seeing your family burned alive lmao)

like malia ended s6 as a full established adult woman and cora just dipped after s3 yeah but was still alive and I believe in contact with derek still

anyway imagine being malia and your cousin dying and his son getting adopted by your ex-boyfriend who is back with his reincarnated 10th grade girlfriend instead of like you

[witchcraftandgeekness]

[killjoywhatsername]

the reintroduction of Peter was both on brand and ridiculous and I’m here for it

[redfurrycat]

🐺⚾Top Gun: Peacock 🤠+🐓= 🦚 – ft the Stilinski-Hale Pack [Part 6]⚾🐺

[part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3] - [part 4] - [part 5] - [part 6] - [part 7] - [part 8]



(More to read below the cut.)

(DO NOT REPOST ANY OF IT!❤️)

Within the MNSB au, there is the Stilinski-Hale Pack whose alpha is Derek Hale. He regained access to the alpha spark, and once again died, only to come back with his now younger older sister Laura.

The Fates had allowed him this one favour given his death by fire in front of his son was never meant to happen. (Maybe Stiles who works in the supernatural section of the FBI had something to do with it. He may or may not know people, and may or may not have threatened supernatural beings…)

The Stilinski-Hale Pack kidnapped the Sheriff – you may as well retire now, daddio! – picked up Cora, and forever left behind the town of Beacon Hills and settled a new home in San Diego.

Stiles Stilinski-Hale now works in the FBI supernatural division of San Diego and brings his dad and husband on cases when their expertise is needed (Peter Hale also likes to worm his way in).  After all, even though John Noah Stilinski enjoys the San Diego landscape and new fishing grounds, he still needs to be kept on his toes (babysitting Eli helps too).

Derek Stilinski-Hale opens another Hale’s Garage with Cora. He had to, because of what happened to Roscoe – his husband was pissed, and Derek was put in the doghouse for a while. He already has a regular set of customers, including a Bronco dude and a Kawazaky guy. Derek thinks he could be friends with the Kawazaky guy… He seems to have a perfect taste of vehicles.

Cora Hale works with his brother, but she’s also working in the San Diego zoo where she helps taking care of the wolves.

Meanwhile Laura Hale is slowly getting used to be alive again. She made peace with Uncle Peter, although no one knows what they did during the entire week they were gone to “settle things”. After helping a young girl when some people were bothering her, Laura is offered by the young girl's mom a job as a bartender and a bouncer – being a werewolf helps – at a bar called the Hard Deck.

Eli Stilinski-Hale is in a much better high-school, where he can play lacross more often. And Uncle Peter does what Uncle Peter does.

*

After an indefinite amount of time. One day.

One day a young man with jet-black hair and bushy eyebrows and a freaking moustache comes crashing the Stilinski-Hale Sunday barbecue. In full base-ball regalia. Everyone looks at him, shocked. They’re shocked because he looks like the carbon copy of Derek.

Stiles takes one look at him and says “Oh, another sourwolf! But grumpier than you because of the eyebrows and the moustache…So not a ‘sour’ wolf but a ‘bitter’ wolf!”.

“Nice one,” says Eli grinning and high fiving his pops.

With a sigh so eerily similar to a Derek-and-John-combining-their-sighing-because-Stiles-and-Eli-did-something-again one, the young man replies rather grumpily with a “still not funny, pops”.

“Pops?!”

“I thought you told me time travelling isn’t real, son?!” shouts out John.

“What’s your name, dude?” asks the supposedly pops to his supposedly son.

“My name is Finnegan Noah Stilinski-Hale.”

The lovely art comes from @patbbangg. The complete version can be found here. (You should check the artist's tumblr as well, 'cause lots of 'wow' art! ❤️)

[sapphireginger]

Summary:

When Peter’s fingers started carding through his hair, Stiles decided not to worry about anything else. He nuzzled against Peter who smiled softly at him, continuing to run his fingers through Stiles’s hair. Stiles liked that a lot and his head felt even more fuzzy in the best way. He had never felt that safe and protected.  

Bad Things Happen Bingo: De-Aging

@badthingshappenbingo​

🎉 Bingo #6!! 🎉

It had been a long week during which Stiles had turned eighteen and celebrated with the pack. He didn’t feel eighteen. He felt much older. 

During a pack meeting on a Friday afternoon after a long week, Stiles’s head felt heavy, and his thoughts grew fuzzy. He wasn’t tired per say, at least he didn’t think he was tired. He wasn’t sleepy. That was for sure, but it was a sort of bone deep exhaustion. 

The best way to describe it was that he was tired of being older. Stiles had never gotten the childhood he deserved and sometimes he wished he could go back and just be a kid. Sometimes he wished he could just let go and be little again. 

As the meeting wore on and finally ended with pizza and a movie Stiles blinked in confusion. “Could I maybe have mac n cheese?” 

The pack looks at him weirdly. 

“Oh um, please?” 

Nobody moved except Peter, who sat next to him. Stiles curled himself into a small ball and tucked himself against Peter’s side, his head tucked under Peter's chin.

Surprisingly Isaac spoke up first. “Sure! Is it okay if it’s Kraft or did you want some homemade mac n cheese?” 

Stiles smiled shyly. “Homemade, please?” 

Isaac grinned and nodded, heading to the kitchen. “I taught myself how to make a white cheese sauce. I think you’ll love it.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Scott called the pizza place to order pizza for everyone. He included a small Hawaiian pizza as Stiles’s usual. Stiles frowned slightly because Scott was wrong. Stiles didn’t like Hawaiian pizza anymore and he hadn’t since junior high. Still, he didn’t say anything, since Izzy was making him mac n cheese. He licked his lips and with a happy sigh melted against Peter more.

“Stiles?” 

Stiles looked over at Erica. “Catwoman!” He giggled and Erica smiled at him awkwardly. 

“What movie did you wanna watch? It’s your turn.” 

Stiles’s eyes widened and he beamed. “Can we watch ‘Punzel please?” 

The atmosphere was tense as the pack members exchanged looks. No one understood what was going on. Stiles didn’t understand what was wrong or why they were making faces. They said it was his turn. Did they not like ‘Punzel?

When Peter’s fingers started carding through his hair, Stiles decided not to worry about anything else. He nuzzled against Peter who smiled softly at him, continuing to run his fingers through Stiles’s hair. Stiles liked that a lot and his head felt even more fuzzy in the best way. He had never felt that safe and protected. 

Derek had been watching from his place in the recliner when it finally clicked for him. He realized what was happening. He knew that almost everyone would not understand, and he felt a fierce protectiveness swelling inside him. The scents around the alpha were not pleasant at all. 

While Stiles was smelling content and happy, the rest of the pack, excluding Peter, Isaac and himself, smelled like annoyance, confusion, anger–Scott–and frustration. Not to mention how uncomfortable they looked, and Derek was waiting for the inevitable moment when one of them would say something negative. He was sure it wouldn’t be long. Most of the time, he loved his pack and as alpha, it was his job to look out for all of them, but that didn’t mean he always  liked his pack.

He made eye contact with Peter before speaking. “Stiles?”

Amber eyes looked over at the alpha, his eyelids at half mast. “I is Miscuff,” he said softly, pushing his head into Peter’s fingers for more.

Derek smiled. “Okay, Mischief. What do you think about us going up to the entertainment room and having a puppy pile?” 

Stiles tilted his head as he looked at Derek and scrunched up his nose adorably. “Hm,” he hummed, narrowing his eyes in contemplation. “Who would come?” 

Derek leaned forward more in the chair, keeping his attention on his beta. “Who do you want to come cuddle with you?” 

The fox didn’t even hesitate to give his answer. “Pe’er Wo’f, Der-Bear an’ Izzy p’ease?” 

Isaac grinned from where he stood in the kitchen, making the mac n cheese. 

Derek nodded at Stiles. “Perfect. Thank you for telling me.” 

Peter whispered so only Stiles could hear. “Good boy, sweetheart. So good for telling us.” 

Stiles beamed at the praise. “Weally?” 

Peter nodded and guided Stiles upstairs, holding his hand the entire way up.

The alpha checked on Isaac before looking at the pack who were all shifting uneasily. “I know you all have questions, but you are not to ask them. This is a sensitive situation and—” 

Scott rolled his eyes. “He’s pulled this shit before. He just wants attention! It’s best to ignore it but noooooo you just had to give in.” 

“What the hell Scott?!” the alpha snapped, his eyebrows drawing together to match his frown. “What the hell is your problem?”

Scott growled, his eyes flashing yellow as he faced the alpha. “He has pulled that baby shit since his mom got sick. It’s just a cry for attention. Just you wait. He’ll milk it and then you will all look like fools. I’ll take great pleasure in saying I told you so.” 

Isaac gripped the wooden spoon he had been using to stir the sauce so tight his knuckles were white, and the wood groaned with his strength. “You’re an asshole, Scott.”

The beta smirked at the curly haired boy. “And you’re a schmuck.” He turned his attention to the rest of the pack. “Come on guys. Let’s blow this shitty pack night. We’ll go to Theo’s and party.” 

Everyone dispersed gladly and eagerly until it was just Isaac, Derek, Peter and Stiles remaining.

As the loft door rolled shut, Stiles peeked through the metal bars, tears falling. Scotty sounded so angry and annoyed, but Stiles didn’t understand why. He sniffled, drawing Derek’s attention. 

“Oh, baby.”

Stiles curled into a ball. “I sorry, Bear. I sowwy.” The words were much softer and more childlike. Derek exchanged a look with his uncle at the realization that the fox was starting to regress further. 

The alpha hurried up the stairs towards Stiles and scooped him up. “Don’t be sorry, baby. It’s okay. Don’t listen to their mean words. You just relax, okay?” 

Now nearly boneless in the alpha’s arms, Stiles nodded, hiccupping a sob and laid his head on Derek’s shoulder. 

In the back of his head, he idly felt his spark working to protect him. He decided not to worry or be big anymore. His spark and his alpha would keep him safe. The fox spark let Derek carry him into the playroom and chittered happily when they got settled, the amber eyed boy still in the alpha’s lap.

Isaac and Peter soon joined, the former bringing a bowl of his homemade mac n cheese. They all got settled, Isaac to Stiles’s right and Peter to his left. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Stiles’s spark took the memories from the members of the pack who were not in the house. 

“Here you go, Mischief,” Isaac said, handing the bowl to the fox.

Stiles beamed and leaned forward to kiss the boy’s cheek. “T’ank you Izzy!”

The beta blushed lightly, and scent marked the fox before settling again. “You’re welcome, kit.”

With a happy wiggle and content sigh, the fox started eating his Mac n cheese. “Izzy good!” He giggled when Isaac wiped his face with a napkin and kissed his temple. 

“Good. If you ever want more, you just let me know. Not all the time but sometimes, okay?” 

Stiles nodded and twisted to kiss Derek’s cheek with a smile. “Wuv you, Alfa.”

Before Derek could figure out a response, the fox crawled into Isaac’s lap as Peter pulled up Disney+ and selected Tangled. 

The three wolves curled around the spark and watched the movie, exchanging smiles when Stiles drifted off. The house was sealed with protective wards, and they all settled into their puppy pile, the wolves shivering as a wave of magic washed over them. It was familiar and soothing, as it was Stiles’s magic, which they knew would never harm them.

Peter stared down at the fox spark, as his fingers carded through chocolate locks, his nurturer side coming out full force. It reminded him of a happier time before the fire when he was the beloved uncle looking after all of the pack’s pups. When blue eyes met the deep green eyes of his nephew, he could feel the alpha’s pride and nostalgia, leading him to believe the man was remembering a happier time as well.

Derek began to relax and relished in the opportunity to protect and care for someone. Stiles trusted him as his alpha and as his friend. It was an honor and Derek would do everything in his power not to break that trust. 

Isaac cuddled the Little Stiles, feeling fiercely loyal and protective. He had a pretty good idea why Stiles went into a little headspace, and he had a feeling it would be a recurring thing. If Isaac had anything to say about it, Stiles would be getting all the mac n cheese his little fox heart could want. He scent marked the fox and buried his nose in the pale throat of the sleeping spark.

✨🦊🤍🦊✨

The next morning, Stiles was slow to wake as he nuzzled into Peter’s embrace with a soft hum. He was curled up between Isaac and Peter with the alpha curled around Isaac. Derek had a hand on Stiles’s arm, the wolves all needing to have contact with him in some way. The contentment radiating through their bonds was like a giant hug of warmth, love, safety, pack and family. Stiles felt so safe but the fuzziness was leaving his head and he began to grow more alert. The scent of embarrassment and confusion flooded the room, the wolves whining at the scent. 

Peter and Isaac sat up quickly and Derek pulled Stiles into his lap before the boy could spiral further.

“Shh. Breathe, Stiles. You’re okay.”

“I-I–” he croaked, his amber eyes flooding with tears.

Isaac whimpered and curled protectively around the fox’s back. “You’re okay, Stiles,” he whispered. 

The amber eyed boy slowly lost a little tension, his eyes finding Peter. He reached for him and flushed when the wolf gave him a soft smile. Derek let the fox be transferred to Peter’s lap, the alpha and Isaac forming a protective cocoon around the spark.

After a moment or two, Derek spoke again. “I know you’re confused, and we’ll explain but please remember you are safe. You are safe and so so so loved. Okay?” 

Stiles relaxed and nodded, knowing Derek was sincere and there was no lie in the alpha’s words. 

Peter smiled, echoing the sentiment. “So very safe and loved, Sweetheart.” 

Isaac grinned when Stiles looked at him next. “So very loved, Kit.” 

With that, the remaining tension and anxiety fled the spark’s body. He nodded and yawned, his eyes drooping slightly. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I-I think I understand what happened. Maybe anyway, but at the same time it would help to know what happened from your guy’s perspective.” 

The wolves agreed and took turns explaining what had happened the night before. Peter had been the first to sense something, but Isaac was the one who put it together first. Then Peter figured it out and lastly Derek. 

Peter wanted to ask about Scott’s bullshit behavior, but knew it wasn’t the time to do so. Sooner rather than later they would have to address it, but not yet. 

Each of the three wolves understood because of their own experiences, different though they may be, they were similar. None of them needed to be little but they didn’t judge Stiles for needing it. 

They spent the morning working together to come up with a plan.

“So, I can come here and be little?” Stiles asked, biting his lip.

All three wolves smiled and nodded in confirmation. 

Derek hesitated but then spoke firmly. “If you’d like, you can have a room and maybe stay here?”

Amber eyes widened, but a soft hopeful smile formed on his face at the offer. “Yeah?”

“Of course, Stiles. You’re pack,” the alpha replied with conviction.

Isaac’s phone buzzed and when he checked it, he had to hold back a snarl.

[Scott] Hey man! Gaming day. You down?

“How can he just act like nothing happened?” the beta snapped.

Stiles’s scent thickened with guilt and then he shrugged, a smug scent infiltrating the guilt. “They don’t remember last night.”

The three wolves blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?” the alpha asked.

“My spark showed me when I was sleeping. It made them forget so that I would be safe.”

It was a relief to the alpha and the betas, knowing this part of Stiles would stay between them and they would be able to keep him safe when he was in that mindset. 

The rest of the day was spent lounging around the pack house. Isaac demanded cuddles with the fox after telling Scott no thanks to a gaming day. Stiles wasn’t complaining. He loved cuddling with Izzy. The way he felt protected and safe, made his head grow fuzzy again. This time he let it take over as easy as breathing.

That night, they had another puppy pile, this time watching Fox and the Hound. Stiles curled up in the center of the pile, surrounded by his wolves. The fuzziness in his head was heavy like a weighted blanket and he slipped into sleep knowing he was safe, loved and protected. 

None of the wolves expected to wake up in the morning with Stiles gone. Then again, he wasn’t really gone per say, just smaller. A lot smaller.

Amber eyes, much too big for the small face peered up at them from his place under the blanket in which he was now swimming in.

Peter was the one to move the blanket aside and the three wolves gasped in shock and awe. 

“Wat wong, Pe’er wolv?” the fox asked.

A small pressure on their minds startled the wolves as the magic hummed softly. Stiles had been so strong for so long and this was the goddess Selene’s gift to the young fox spark. When he wished, she would aid him in becoming a child again, so long as he became his present age when necessary. She also entrusted his wellbeing to the alpha, and the two betas. 

The knowledge that the shift was a blessing from Selene made Peter smile as he scooped up the fox spark, who was now four, both physically and mentally. “Nothing is wrong, dear heart. Nothing at all.”

It was true. Nothing was wrong and if they were honest, the three wolves were excited to be protectors and caregivers. They were also humbled by the trust placed in them by not only the fox spark but the Moon Goddess, Selene, herself.

[mcrcki]

@mischiefxmuses continued from here bc beta :////////

"is there a reason i have to protect myself here? is this place dangerous?" ylfa hadn't seen anything that would have set them on edge, but if there was something more that they didn't know yet, something going on here that she or gerard hadn't found... she needed to know. "my friend, gerard, he and i are new here, our land back home wasn't the safest to be in, and we thought things were normal here, because we're normal. but.. is it not normal?" had stories been changed here as well? god, she needed to find the rest of their friends. maybe if they could just get timothy's book back they could help the people in this world too. "i like using both. sometimes it's easier to just swing an axe and make it through a bottleneck." they liked their axe for those sorts of fights, sometimes more than just shifting and using their wolf arm. "maybe. that would be nice, i'll definitely think about it." it felt like something she should ask gerard about. something he would probably have some opinion about stranger danger or whatever, but she thought they should at least talk to him first.

[darkphoenix180]

[ayoedebiris]

good morning bisexuals <3

[kitkatwinchester]

HOLD UP

I thought Derek and CORA were somewhere ELSE?!

WTF?!

How did he end up KIDNAPPED?!

And with PETER?!

WHAT THE FUDGE IS HAPPENING?!

And WHO KIDNAPPED THEM?!

What other werewolf hunters are there??

Last I checked.

We knew all the ones in Beacon Hills.

And they were on OUR side.

SO WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON?!

Well.

Great.

That's the last thing we need.

Anyways turns out Malia isn't a werewolf.

She's a werecoyote.

Is that a thing?

Is a werecoyote a thing?

If it's not a thing, I'm making it a thing. XD

Also HEY NICE JOB SCOTT!

You got closer to controlling it that time!

You, like, on purpose flashed your eyes and everything!

See?! You can do this!! <3

Unfortunately, I'm probably not gonna be able to watch again for several days, because I have a CRAZY busy week up ahead, but starting 3b today was worth it if only for all of the beautiful Scott and Stiles moments (have I mentioned that I love them recently? XD XD <3 <3)

Either way, I'll keep you all posted.

Here's another gif of my favorite people. <3 <3 <3

(OMG WHO MADE THIS I LOVE IT! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3)

P.S. That’s the most I’ve ever backtracked and re-watched within an episode thus far. I did it enough that that one episode took me almost 2.5 hours overall. BUT I JUST LOVE SCOTT AND STILES OKAY?! XD <3 <3 <3 <3

[greywolfheirs]

Teen Wolf movie reviews: THIS MOVIE SUCKS, [PLOT POINT] MADE NO SENSE AND CANON WAS COMPLETELY IGNORED

Me: ummmmm you've seen Teen Wolf right? The show? That's literally what I'm here for. Logic and canon do not exist lmao

Teen Wolf reviews: AND THEN IN THE SCENE WHERE PETER--

Me: wait Peter's in it? Oh HELL no I'm out

[ohanahoku-ao3]

Whumptober Day 2

@whumptober Love the lyric prompt for this one! Hope you guys enjoy! Title is a link to my Ao3. Teen & Up - Gen - Teen Wolf

Longing Howls That Go Unanswered

     Resurrection was a challenging ordeal. Aside from the general unpleasantness of crawling out of his grave covered in dust and mold, there was the life returning to his veins, burning through him, literally. Even with the healing of a werewolf, so much bacteria and rot needed to be purged from his body that he was forced to succumb to the fever that ravaged him. It happened after Lydia fled; his body gave in to the need to heal, and he collapsed at Derek’s feet, eyes slowly fluttering shut.

********************

     Derek slowly rose as Lydia fled the scene, feeling his strength slowly returning after Peter had siphoned it during the ritual. He stood and turned to bare his fangs, only to step back in surprise when his uncle fell to the floor in front of him. Derek wrinkled his nose as the putrid scents of rot and fever lifted off Peter’s body, staring down at him in disgust. He could kill him now. He could slit his throat for the second time and be done with the man. He could avoid the future problems that his uncle was sure to cause.

     His claws flicked out, and he leaned down, anger coursing through his body. This was the man who had killed Laura, who put Lydia through so much, who misused his alpha spark and killed so many. Derek’s hand wrapped around Peter’s throat. His claws dug in, but he hesitated to break the skin. Old memories, half-forgotten ones, cropped up, begging to be remembered. He remembered Peter reaching out after Paige’s death, apologizing for how things turned out. He remembered Peter’s long-absent laugh as one of the pack’s human children babbled away at him. He remembered Peter coming home covered in blood one day, a young Cora held in his arms, and a fire inside his newly blue eyes.

     Derek growled, yanking his hand away. He stood and turned to leave, stalking out of the Hale House ruins. He was near the end of the driveway when he heard it: a baleful howl. It tugged at his heart, his eyes sparking red at the desperate call for pack, for an alpha’s protection. It wasn’t aimed at him, though. No, he knew who it was meant for, an alpha long lost to flames.

     He clenched his fists, but when a choked cry for his mother’s name rang out, Derek couldn’t walk away. He walked back to the house, staring down at his uncle sweating and shaking on the ground. Small whines and cries left Peter’s throat, blue eyes flashing as his head lolled this way and that, unseeing.

     Maybe this was the same man who killed Laura, but he also saved Cora from those hunters. He was still Derek’s uncle, and Derek could still feel the bond between them, tremulous and faint as it was. He was a murderer, but he’d already paid for that with his life, had he not?

     Peter was pack when it came right down to it, and Derek couldn’t leave him like this, all alone and hurting. Not again, not like they had when Peter was in a coma.

     Derek leaned over and picked his uncle up, carrying him to the bed he had set up for himself in what used to be his mother’s study. He laid him down and covered him with a light blanket, taking up a seat next to him. As a werewolf, Peter would survive this without any intervention, but even if his uncle didn’t need tending to, the least Derek could do was stay. Yes, he’d remain by his uncle’s side, even though it pained him to hear his uncle’s desperate calls for a pack that could no longer answer him. And if Derek happened to join in with a few longing howls of his own? Well, no one would know except the banshee that idled in the woods outside, listening to their howls merge with those of the past that lingered in the windblown dust of the ruins.

[disfrutalaisla]

You guys missed my teen wolf era when I spent the entirety of 2020 mapping out the hale family tree

[mastercherry]

Yet another Sterek idea.

So in this one.... The Hale family left Beacon Hills after the fire. They were called to protect another territory and another Nemeton. It worked out because being in the area where they were almost killed off entirely wasn't going to be great.

So Beacon Hills is unprotected until a family of Kitsune take over its protection. It's peaceful until their daughter gets caught up with a rogue alpha werewolf who turns her previously human boyfriend.

And that's how Scott and Stiles are initiated into the world of the Supernatural. Through a series of crazier and crazier situations, Stiles becomes the alpha of Beacon Hills.

Even though he's a human.

The Beacon Hills pack is bizarre to say the least. A human, a bitten wolf, a kitsune, a hunter, a kanima, and a banshee. Not to mention the veterinarian witch doctor, the hellhound deputy, and who knows what else.

Derek, his sister Laura, and their Uncle Peter are the Hale pack representatives sent to the United Packs Alliance meeting in the middle of the country. It's a meeting held every 3 years. EVERYONE has heard about the human alpha. For the first time in UPA history, every pack in the continent has sent in at least one pack member to see this bizarre event.

Everyone is gathered in a magically enlarged meeting space in an average sized hotel conference space when the Beacon Hills pack arrives. Late.

Being late would be noticeable enough but the electricity in the air is something no one could ignore. There's something powerful here.

When the doors open they just reveal a very normal pair of guys. A human and a wolf. But when all eyes shift to them, the human's eyes flash a very bright and brilliant red.

All Derek can think is.... Oh no, he's hot.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Little Rascal

The pack discovers that Peter has a life that he cares about hidden in Beacon Hills. A wife and a son that they have never before met (1.4k)

Warnings - fluff, pet names, dad!Peter, brief mention of murder and sex, Peter’s secret little life, threats, season 4 based yet loosely different with how Peter goes about working with Scott, deadpool

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To say that Peter was glad to be home, away from all of the chaos that he contributed within the McCall pack, was a dangerous understatement. He hates being away from his own little world, for he cared for those he had in it, and he was a whole different person whilst he was there.

Home, it was the first time in a long duration of such where he felt as though he could call a place that. But it wasn’t just the environment, it was also those that lived in it alongside him, he loved the mundane aspects, how he could relax on the sofa and not have to worry about the ghosts that were in his scorned past.

“Honey Bee.” Peter called out to his sentimental lover; the only one he could love other than his troublesome young son. The dismissive clatter of dishes reached his ears as they were placed in the kitchen basin, and his love came to stand before him as he was seated on the couch, a tiny monster of his own creation clasped with his arms around his mothers legs.

“Yes darling?” She spoke softly to him, combing through her son’s dark locks with her maternal fingers, and the sight made the big bad wolf smile a real smile, one of happy content. Y/N’s head was cocked to the side as she enquired on why he called for her presence, and the man stood, untangling his child from around his wife’s legs and brought him up into his arms.

Taryn was weightless, yet he weighed down Peter’s heart heavy with loving adoration. He could not wait until he and Y/N procreated another little critter that would run around their home just the same as the one he held did. It was the best thing to ever happen to him, being a father.

He had not watched Malia grow up, and that was nothing short of a shame, but now he had the chance to do better and be there as he was more than well aware of the ever encompassing presence of his youngest child.

“I-“ before he could speak on what he had planned, there was an ever so stiff knock rattling on the front door to his secret haven. A derelict sigh made the man roll his tortured eyes as he steadied Taryn more securely upon his hip, pressing a firm peck to his wife’s temple before stepping towards the entrance to their home and unlocking the barrier that protected all that he cared for to onlooking eyes.

And there on the other side was formidably confused pack members, of which he occasionally aided, his only surviving nephew included. His arm propped more securely around his son as he glared with lack of impression, bemused about his unexpected visitors.

They shouldn’t have been here, he hadn’t even let them know the whereabouts of his address, and thus they must have tracked his scent to here. “Can I help you?” The old alpha scowled, his expression creasing even more when Derek dared to take a step closer. “That’s your son.” His raven haired nephew stated, picking up on the boy’s familiar scent.

“You have a kid, other than Malia?” Stiles retorted, feeling rather glad that his werecoyote girlfriend had not accompanied them to their destination. Scott too was rather surprised, he had expected that Peter had nothing driving his life other than a blood lust for power, however it appeared that they had all been wrong. There was a piece of him that was surprisingly human, and it was something that none of them had ever expected to uncover.

After all he had done, perhaps he had committed his wrong doings for another reason than vengeance; he was protecting his own little pack. “Peter, we need your help.” Scott stated with his soft alpha demeanour, understanding if he were unwilling to give his aid at this particular time. He had never been a fan of Peter, not after changing him to be a werewolf against his will, and especially not after threatening the lives of those he cared about, but he had to admit, he conditioned a heart felt feeling for the man. It wasn’t quite happiness, but it wasn’t not happiness either.

“I guess you’ve caught me in a good mood.” It was something the pack members had rarely witnessed, Peter was hardly generous, but he wanted to try and be a good example for his son. “Come on in - but don’t make yourselves at home. I’d prefer for this to not take too long.”

At least his blunt honesty wasn’t peculiar behaviour, and thus with wary footsteps Stiles was forced by Scott’s hand upon the back of his shoulder to enter the home of Peter Hale. “What’s your kid’s name?” Derek asked, curious about his newly discovered cousin. The kid shyly bowed his head, his locks falling before his eyes as Peter placed him like a feather on the floor.

Taryn was preferable to remain in Peter’s shadow. Tucking his hands around his father’s legs as he adapted to the strangers that his father had invited inside. Without hesitancy, despite the company he had, Peter crouch’s down and comforted his son. “It’s okay, you can introduce yourself. These are… some friends of mine.” He’d have rather proclaimed them as acquaintances however that would unsettle Taryn, and it wasn’t exactly the truth.

“My name is Taryn.” The spawn of Scott’s first enemy quietly spoke, making his father proud for doing so. “Why don’t you go to your room son, I’ll be right in after talking to my friends.” The boy needn’t be told twice, he was shy, especially around the rare amount of strangers he had met, and so he gladly trotted off down the hallway, giddy for his ‘daddy’s friends’ leave.

Peter stood up straighter and cleared his throat. “What is it that you needed from me?” His stoic demeanour returned as he expectedly awaited an answer to those that brought constant chaos into his now calm life. “Perhaps to know who would have a child with you, the mass murderer that went around the town killing only for it all to be blamed on a mountain lion.” Stiles scoffed, shocked that someone would willingly procreate with such a monster.

“That would be me.” A voice startled the sarcastic boy, one of feminine grace and beauty which astounded Stiles whom was gasping at the sight of the goddess like creature that stalked in the room before them. “Do we have a problem here darling, or do I need to rip a tongue or two out to bring some quiet back to our home?” Her eyebrows raised as she glowered upon the folk that were crowded in the entryway, looking to her husband for confirmation.

“It’s fine Y/N.” It wasn’t very often that Peter called her by her name, however he was on edge for the seriousness that was contorting the faces of the pack members. “But what I am wanting to know is what isn’t fine, since I assume that’s what you lot were going to tell me.” Derek inhaled through his nose as Scott stepped closer, understanding that the threat was far larger to Peter than he had earlier anticipated.

“There’s a dead pool for supernatural creatures. They are going to try and kill us for money, your money in fact. And I’m willing to bet your family are on the other parts of the list; so, are you willing to help us protect our kind, or will you run, like you always do? I’d understand if you did the latter, I never knew you had a son and a…”

“Wife.” Y/N finished the sentence for Scott, crossing her arms as she stood closer to her husband. “If you need help, you have mine, I will do anything to protect my son.” It was unexpected however Derek nodded in appreciation for her words. Peter weaved his fingers through hers as he ogled worryingly at his beauty, and he was the beast, a beast that was to be hunted and fighting for the life of his family.

“Our son.” He spoke humbly, becoming protective as he thought of all he had to lose. “Just tell us what you want us to do Scott, but remember, our priority is Taryn, his life is more important than any other to us. I will not save a life if it means risking his, but we will do our best.”

“I understand.” Scott said harmlessly, for the first time gracing his maker with a smile. None of this would have tied the alpha up in this mess if Peter had never bitten him, however there was nothing for him to do that would erase that past. “And thank you, I’m glad that we’re on the same side when it comes to this.”

[sapphireginger]

Peter & the Sunflower: Chapter #1 | 1900 - London, England

Summary:

Little Panteleimon slowly sat up and stretched, his ruby red and obsidian black wings unfurling much like the petals of the Helianthus had. His chestnut brown hair, shimmered with obsidian and ruby sparks and his eyes faded from their pre-birth obsidian to a warm amber color, one akin to melted gold and liquid honey.  His body was bare, his height no taller than that of a mouse on its hind legs and he bore no shame or self consciousness for his nakedness. His skin was cream colored, like milk mixed with drops of the sun itself and from head to toe he was adorned with a smattering of light brown spots, known as moles or freckles to most that looked as though they had been painstakingly placed one by one. 

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Prompt: Self-Harm

1900 — London, England

In the early hours of the year 1900, just as spring began to fade into summer, a Helianthus, more commonly known as a sunflower, began to unfurl. Its long petals, golden and bright in the sunlight, were ready to reveal their precious cargo, worth more than any jewel or wealth known to man, woman or beast.

Helianthus Fields was a valley of flora just south of the grand city of London, England. It was a valley that stretched as far as the eye could see, especially if you were standing at the crest of the hill to the north of its center. Many knew of the field but very few, almost none, would ever be able to find the grove within the valley where this brand new Helianthus, this brand new sunflower, was blooming. It was a sacred grove, one that housed, one that possessed many secrets and protected its inhabitants. 

That day, May 7th of 1900, just after the turn of the century, as the Helianthus fully stretched its petals, a small being got its first glimpse of the world. This little being was known as a Sióg, or a Fá. In the tongue of those that dwelled in London, the species was known as the fae or fairy. 

Now, these weren’t fairies like those in fairy tales or legends so much as those stories were the ones that had been told by the Siógs themselves to lead the focus away from their people. They were a private and secret race of supernatural beings, and it was imperative that no one ever learned of the truth behind their existence.

The little Sióg born that evening just as the moon took its place amongst the stars, was named Panteleimon. He was known as a hatchling Sióg as that was what they called the newest members of their clan.

Little Panteleimon slowly sat up and stretched, his ruby red and obsidian black wings unfurling much like the petals of the Helianthus had. His chestnut brown hair, shimmered with obsidian and ruby sparks and his eyes faded from their pre-birth obsidian to a warm amber color, one akin to melted gold and liquid honey.  His body was bare, his height no taller than that of a mouse on its hind legs and he bore no shame or self consciousness for his nakedness. His skin was cream colored, like milk mixed with drops of the sun itself and from head to toe he was adorned with a smattering of light brown spots, known as moles or freckles to most that looked as though they had been painstakingly placed one by one. 

Panteleimon’s lithe little body was smooth. The only hair he possessed was that which covered his head, and he was, in a word, breathtaking. There was a reason many did not know about the existence of Siógs and one of them was the allure they held, their beauty far beyond mortal comprehension or witness.

Ready to take a look at the world for the first time, and ready to meet his fellow hatchlings, Panteleimon quickly stood on the Helianthus’s center and peeked to his left. What he saw, what he scented, quickly stole the fresh pink flush from his cheeks, dampened the fire of life in his chest, and stole his strength to remain standing. He collapsed, dropping to his knees as he began to sob. 

As far as the eye could see, which was pretty far for a Sióg like him, there was nothing but ash, smoke and the overwhelming scent of death. The only color that remained in the valley was the lone Helianthus that Pan had just hatched from mere minutes before. Though he could see the golden petals of the Helianthus, it somehow seemed muted when cast alongside the gray, black and barren landscape. 

He shut his eyes, his small body shaking with agony, grief and horror. His small fingers gripped the Disc florets, tightly, praying to the goddess that it was all a nightmare, that he would wake up and see his parents, and his fellow Sióg hatchlings. Alas, when he opened his eyes, the scene had not changed, and he could not help the drooping of his wings or the way their shine began to dull.

Pan remembered the sounds of his parents laughing as he grew closer to his hatching day. They sounded so happy, and he couldn't wait to meet them. He loved hearing their voices and could so clearly recall them even now. They would talk to him every day and he remembered listening to every word even if he didn’t yet understand what they were saying. He remembered the sound of their voices, his mother’s soft cooing and his father’s protective cadence and then he remembered the silence. 

At the time, he did not know why they were silent but now he knew, now he understood, for when he hatched from his sunflower, he saw the husks of a thousand flora that never bloomed. Those husks, thousands of them, husks that had held other Sióg hatchlings, were nothing but ash now. The destruction nearly eradicated an entire species and only one sole Helianthus survived the flames. As Panteleimon shed his tears of pain and grief he saw how the charred remains of the other Helianthus blossoms had become tombs for the other small Siógs, his brothers, his sisters, his friends, his family, all now nothing but ash and dust. He ached and part of him wanted to fade away to ashes and dust himself. His wings began to dull as he considered his pale skin and the crimson waves beneath it. Siógs had claws, thin and needle like, that he could use. It would be quick and then he’d be with his family, his friends, his brothers and sisters, with his kin again. 

The lack of support, lack of fellow hatchlings was why Pantelimon was so much weaker. Siógs were not meant to be alone after their birth. The new hatchlings were supposed to group together and only break off when they felt a pull toward their new home. Death sounded like freedom, but he didn’t think he could actually do such a thing. It would be dishonorable and cowardly. It was just that now, Panteleimon didn’t know what would become of him, nor what his fate would be. Siógs weren’t meant to live in isolation or solitude, but what choice did he have? 

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It took nearly a fortnight for him to gather enough strength to start his journey. He couldn’t stay no matter how much he wished he could. As soon as he was able to stand, he tried to fly and when he finally began to hover, he began his search for a forever home. Ever since rising high above the Helianthus field, his wings fluttering and buzzing faster than a hummingbird’s wings, he had tried to feel the goddesses’s magic, praying that it would guide him to his new home. His search lasted much too long, using too much of his strength but he pressed on. He could rest later and without knowing whether or not the world held other Siógs out there, he realized he may very well be the last of his kind. He had to find someplace safe to call home, someplace he would be safe. 

As the week grew to a close, the crisp midnight air, chilling his unnaturally cool body, he was almost numb with exhaustion, hunger and his energy was nearly depleted. His eyes began to droop by the time he came to the first star to the right. His light was nearly snuffed out, his wings barely shimmering or fluttering anymore as the magic used up the last of its reserve. 

If a Sióg’s laughter was like bells, then their cries were like a snare drum bang, though softer coming from such a small being. Panteleimon didn’t want to die. He hadn’t truly lived yet. Still, amber eyes were drifting shut as his wings stilled and he began to fall. Perhaps, it was meant to be this way, for him to try and to fail. Perhaps the goddess had deemed it time for the Sióg species to end. Why Panteleimon alone survived, he did not know but he surrendered to the endless sleep and welcomed death with open arms. 

[pinkdick79]

love; derek hale x reader

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pairing: derek hale x reader (she/her)

warnings: none

prompt: 5. “he loves you, you know? he’s just afraid of admitting it.”

summary: in which the reader and derek are oblivious to liking eachother and it’s painful for everyone to watch.

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derek hale is called many things - sour wolf, the mean alpha, power hungry, and selfish. but turns out, he’s not any of those things. well, maybe a bit power hungry but he got past that.

derek has always been nothing but nice to you. always been courteous and sweet whenever you’re around, never mean or selfish like stiles or scott says he is.

the first time you met derek was when peter resurrected himself by using lydia. you were out for a walk when came across the hale house. you’ve heard tales about it and decided to go inside, little did you know that would be the start of your friendship with the one and only, derek hale.

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right now, you’re sitting in derek’s loft waiting to have a mandatory pack meeting that scott called. you’re with lydia, peter, stiles, issac, allison, erica, and boyd.

“what do you think this is about?” lydia asks.

“no idea. but it’s probably pretty importing seeing as though it’s seven in the morning.” stiles says, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket that was previously sitting on the back of derek’s couch.

“it’s more than likely about the kanima issue we’re currently having.” issac matter-of-factly says. he’s always been a straight to the point type of guy, kind of like derek.

“where are derek and scott? they called this meeting and yet they aren’t even here.” you speak out to nobody in particular.

“they’re probably getting snacks or something. they know how the betas get in the morning and during meetings without some form of food consumption.” peter replies to you with a small smirk at your mention of derek.

everyone knows of your crush on derek. and of derek’s crush on you. yet, neither of you two act on it. the pack is getting tired of the small glances and touches you guys share and not putting a label on whatever you guys have going on.

it’s obvious to anyone looking at you both that there is something going on, except the two of you.

“well, well. would you look who decided to show up.” you break out of your thoughts and look up and see scott and derek. heart fastening a little at the sight of him.

“oh, would you be quiet? you know how everyone gets without food during these meetings. you should be thanking us.” scott says, setting the food down on the coffee table and taking a seat by allison.

derek sits down next to you on the couch, putting his arm around the back of you. admittedly, it makes you blush a little bit. but you can’t let him know that so you try to avoid eye contact with him. obviously it didn’t work.

derek looks at you confused because you never purposely turn away from him. he looks down at you, “hey, you good? these guys didn’t bother you that much did they?”

“uh no no it’s fine. it’s just a little warm in here, you know?” you try to hide your face with embarrassment while talking to him.

“oh, okay. do you want me to turn the heat down or anything?” he asks you.

“no, it’s fine.” you say.

“okay.” he drops the subject and goes to listening in on scott telling the pack about what needs to happen with the kanima issue.

you look up at him, admiring all his features. his eye, his hair, his body. holy shit. you can’t help but think, he’s really pretty. i guess he noticed you staring at him because he looks down at you mid stare.

“what are you looking at?” he questions.

“nothing, nothing at all.” you say with a little smile while turning away and focusing on what scott is saying. roles reversed now.

this time, derek is staring at you while you listen to scott speak. man, she’s so pretty. he thinks to himself. i wish i could just tell her how i feel without putting her in danger.

“hey y/n? can i talk to you a second?” lydia asks, “in private?”

“yeah, sure.” you say.

she gets up and you follow in tow. she leads you up the stairs of the loft, up into derek’s bedroom.

his room his neat. bed made and well put together. you could’ve guessed that it would’ve been considering how much of a neat freak derek is.

“y/n.” lydia speaks.

“what? what’s wrong, lyds?” you question her.

“you and derek keep looking at each other like your in love. when are you gunna to confess to him that you’ve liked him for the past two years?”

“what?! one, derek definitely doesn’t like me like that, we’re just friends. and two, we aren’t looking at each other like we love each other.” you try explaining, lying out of your ass.

“bullshit. he loves you, you know? he’s just too afraid to admit it. he just doesn’t want you wrapped up in all his issues and getting you in danger or hurt.” lydia says.

“i don’t know, lyds. there’s no way he could like me. i mean, we’ve been friends for almost three years and he hasn’t once shown an interest in me.”

lydia leads you to the bed, sitting you down on it and her sitting right next to you.

“i think you need to ask him how he feels, ‘cause i can tell you right now that the whole pack is getting tired of you guys making googly eyes at each other and acting like you’re in love.” she’s definitely speaking facts. ever since about a year ago, you and derek’s relationship has been different, more flirty but not enough for you to notice a drastic change.

“fine. i’ll ask him after the pack meeting, but if he doesn’t feel the same way i’m not coming to another meeting for like, four months.” you say.

“you’re being dramatic, y/n.”

“nope. i’m serious, id be too embarrassed coming back.” you explain, smiling cheekily.

“you promise to ask him after the meeting then? because i can swear to you that he feels the same way.” lydia says.

“yes lyds, i promise.”

“perfect. then let’s go back down there.” she gets up and starts walking back down to the main floor with you in tow right behind her.

you guys make your way back to the pack and you sit back down by derek. except this time when you look up at him, he’s smirking back down at you.

“what are you smirking at, huh?” you ask him with a slight smile on your face.

he leans down to whisper in your ear so only you can hear what he’s saying, “oh nothing, just that i think you and lydia forgot that i could hear every word that you guys just said.”

oh shit

“whattt… i uh, don’t know what you’re talking about, der.” you try to play it off. acting like your heart rate isn’t beating a thousand miles per hour right now.

“don’t worry, love. i think we have something to talk about after the meeting though.” he says, and then bringing his head back up and focusing on the meeting once more, not giving you time to respond.

the remainder of the meeting seems like it’s forever, when in reality it was probably only twenty minutes at most. at the end, everyone gets up to leave and when you try to, derek grabs your wrist bringing you back down beside him. “i don’t think so, love. we need to talk.”

der, i really don’t think we should. i already know you don’t feel the same way i feel. so what’s the point in even talking about it?” you say.

“who said i don’t feel the same?” he says with a smirk on his face.

“what’s that suppose to mean?”

“it means that i like you too, dumbass. in fact, i am in love with you. i didn’t want to tell you because with us being together it would put you in danger.” he confesses.

“derek..” you start.

“with everything going on, you’re always there for me and i don’t know what i would do without you. if something were to happen i couldn’t live with myself. you’re perfect. you’re funny, smart, beauti-“ you cut him off.

you kiss him.

you couldn’t take him rambling and rambling about how much he wanted you but couldn’t have you. you’re fine with being in danger as long as your with him.

your guys’ mouths mold perfectly in sync. this is even better than i thought it would be. you think to yourself.

eventually, you pull away. gasping for breath and looking at derek. he looks happy, ecstatic even. you’ve never seen him smile this big before.

“derek.”

“yes, love?”

“i don’t care if i am in danger in order to be with you. i want to be with you no matter what is happening in our lives.” you say.

“then i promise to keep you safe, no matter the circumstances.” he says.

“so what does this mean then? like, us?” you ask.

“i guess this means i finally get to take you out.” he pronounces, goofy smile on his face.

“about time.”