- Teen Wolf (TV) (9)
- Shadowhunters (TV) (3)
- The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types (3)
- Superfruit (2)
- Pentatonix (2)
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
17 Sep 2019
Derek howls his rage into the night sky, rage for his tragic life, for all the things he didn’t get to do.
He howls for all the people he didn’t save, for all the people he’s lost. He howls for all the chances at love he’s thrown away. He howls for Stiles.
When he feels the creatures’ claws pierce his chest, he knows it’s the end.
Giving himself over to his Wolf does the trick to soothe him, because all of a sudden he’s not in pain anymore and all he can smell is honey, paper, ink and sugar. A warm, purple hue envelops him.
For the first time since he’d walked into this clearing tonight, he can breathe and he feels safe.
Derek let’s the unique scent combination of Stiles wrap around him.
Even if he’s conjuring a fiction of him, it’s still hugely comforting as the creature attempts to literally drag his heart out of his body.
It’s claws wrench out of his chest, as fast as they’d entered.
He smiles, closing his eyes, at peace.
Stiles’ name is on his lips, his smiling face in his mind as Derek sags to the earth, drawing a ragged breath. There are actually worse ways to go.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
28 Aug 2019
Stiles is not prepared for what he sees. Derek ‘Roberto’ (Ok, he made that up) Hale is standing in the middle of his room, on a patchwork rug, wearing just a pair of very tight, black boxers and a Sheriffs’ Deputy shirt. It’s hanging wide open, showing off his glorious chest. There are bandages covering his wounds and Stiles is hit with an insane urge to kiss his boo boos better.
Stiles coins the term instant-injury-boner.
He’s never going to be able to wash and iron his Dad’s uniform ever again from this moment on.
He’s always had a crush on Derek but he’d seemed so inaccessible when he was younger. Even more so than Lydia. He knows in this second, that the feeling he’d had deep in his chest, the first moment he’d laid eyes on Derek in the woods when he was 16, it hasn’t ever really gone away.
24 Jun 2019
Detective Isabelle Lightwood stands in the middle of a small but picturesque park. It’s an island, her sanctuary, smack in the middle of bustling Brooklyn.
Birds are singing, the sun is beating down and she’s thoroughly enjoying her lunch break from work. It’s almost perfect. Almost.
She inhales the fresh air, licks her glossed lips, pops her sunglasses on and ignores the honking sounds of traffic lapping around her, threatening to disturb her tranquility.
As she looks around, with a sigh, she contemplates what her life has come to and she briefly thinks back to a few months previous, to where this all started.
58th Precinct of the New York PD was home to some of the Cities most established and accomplished Detectives. Well, according to the New York Times latest police review, at least.
She’s currently debating the validity of that statistic as she watches her partner of three months, Detective Magnus Bane, pull her brother of twenty two years, Detective Alec Lightwood, out of a glistening duck pond.
Alec gets to his feet shouting profanities, eyes blazing, wet, dark hair plastered to his head and Magnus is bent double laughing, with his hands on his hips.
03 Jun 2019
Alec stops in his tracks, dumbstruck. This can’t be his new partner. He’d built up what he thought he’d look like in his mind the entire weekend but this guy....
Alec peers down, frowning at the man. He’s shorter than him, but then most people are. The guy is built like a dancer, long legs, tight body and he shifts almost imperceptibly from foot to foot, barely there movements that nod to an easy balance and grace.
He’s wearing rings on both hands, piercings running up both ears. He’s wearing a dark purple shirt underneath a light, velvet, black duster jacket. His black hair has a streak of deep purple through it and it stands tall on his head. Most bizarrely of all, the guys eyes are ringed with a smudge of black liner.
He should look entirely out of place here but no-one’s even giving him a second look. Alec isn’t sure how because the guy’s drawing him in like a magnet. He can’t take his eyes off his face. He’s beautiful.
Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types
24 May 2019
There was a blond boy in a leather jacket leading the trio. Quite handsome, Magnus noted, if not his type. At his side, a beautiful dark haired girl walked, a silver bracelet coiled around her left arm, high heels making her almost as tall as...
Magnus froze, mouth dropping open. His hands crackled and his magic threatened to spill from his fingertips, out of control in a way he hadn’t felt for decades.
The third shadow-hunter, a young man with a strong jaw, walked behind the other two, his head dipped. His walk showed a confidence that was at was at war with the open frown he wore, paired with a twitching hand on his hip, where his sword was sheathed.
He was absolutely breathtaking to Magnus.