#derekhalerp

[derderdeamon-blog]

"Like I said yesterday, I had a very busy day. The hunters didn't want to go down easily, and one of them got away. I got hit with more holy water and wolfs bane covered darts than I would've liked to... These teens might be really annoying sometimes, but at least they got my back when I'm down. Everyone's been pitching in guarding the loft while I heal up, even Ali, Lyds and Stiles have taken shifts. Though I'm guessing Stiles' motives were more geared toward bugging me while I picked darts out of my skin. Couldn't reach the ones on my back and wings but Ali helped with that. Anyways, I'm gonna go rest before Stiles lectures me on how I should be resting.....again. Yet again, have a better day than me ;)"

[derderdeamon-blog]

Might actually learn how to work Tumblr one day....

"Well....maybe.... I'm not quite sure. Anyways. This is my ask page, not sure why anybody would want to ask me anything, but Stiles and Allison kinda convinced me to 'at least try it out'.... These teens still don't understand my distaste of tech. Yes, I'm a Deamon, as the name suggests. Not happy about it. And 'NO' I do not mean 'Demon'. Deamon. Close, but... Well not so close, I'm pretty different. If you have any questions about that, ask away, and I'll reluctantly answer....what do I end this with??... Have a good day? Yeah, let's settle with that ;) " ~DerDerDeamon

[sparkamongwolves]

Howling For You || Wolf Stiles AU || Stiles and Derek

They had dealt with the Darak.  They had dealt with the alpha pack.  Ethan and Aiden had quickly become part of their group.  Ethan was exclusively dating Danny, and had let the boy in on the secret.  Danny had been pissed at first.  Not because of the wolf thing, but because his boyfriend had been a killer; but he got over it.  Love always seemed to win out.  Aiden and Lydia were pretty exclusive as well.  Then there was Deucalion.  Derek and Scott had let him go; and he seemed to be doing good in the community.  He could be found on the weekends working in soup kitchens while he filled Ms. Blake’s spot as the English teacher.

Scott was keeping a pretty close eye on him to make sure he didn’t slip back into his devious ways.

But the Beacon was active now.  Dark things would be coming.

Something dark already had.

***** Pain ripped through Stiles shoulder and he cried out as his back hit the ground, teeth still dug into his flesh.  The twins, in their combined alpha form were on top of the attacking alpha in an instant, ripping him away from Stiles and flinging him away.  Scott was by his side, trying to get his attention.

Things blurred.

***** Nervous energy filled his house.  He could feel it like a heavy syrup floating through the air.  His father was sitting in the arm chair in his room while Scott was sitting in his computer chair.  His shoulder was patched up.

He could hear the twins, Isaac, Danny, Lydia, Allison, and her father downstairs.  Melissa…well she was just entering the room and seemed surprised to see him awake while her son and his father slept.

Slowly the gauze was unwound from his arm, and the two looked at the spot where the alpha inflicted wound had once been.

Healed.

That, and his ability to hear the others downstairs could mean only one thing.

Wolf.  

[sparkamongwolves]

Black Eyed Child || A Demon Au || Stiles and Derek

He wasn’t bad.  Had never really been ‘bad’ per say.  He was what he was because of good intentions.

It started back when times were still ancient.  He couldn’t remember the name that he had then; only that he didn’t agree with the slaughtering of innocent people at the hands of a Viking War Lord; whose own men were too afraid to take him down.

He found a crossroads, made a deal.  The deal, deliver his people from the War Lord’s wrath so that they could live happy lives away from such evil.  In the end, the War Lord fell to illness, and he spent ten happy years working with his people to rebuild their lands, free from the fear that they would be slaughtered for a madman’s fun.

Then the hound came.  He spoke with it, asked that he could leave town so that his body wouldn’t be found by his children.  The hound seemed to comply, and he rested one hand upon its head as it guided him deep into the forest and beyond before devouring him and dragging his soul to hell.

He can barely remember the torture now.  He can barely remember doing the torture himself and becoming a demon.  In the end, he took up a position at the crossroads, but let it go around 1900 to pursue other interests.  He had done his time; should be allowed to roam and see what the world had become.

But he wasn’t bad.  Not really.  He was the most human of demons.  He didn’t want the apocalypse or for hell to rule on earth.  He just wanted to…be.

He came upon the woman crying for her unborn child by accident.  The heart had stopped beating, the child had died.  But the spark of life was still fresh enough, could be brought back.

He entered the infant’s form, sustained it and made it continue to grow and develop.  It wrapped around him tighter than any meat suit could so that there would be no chance of him getting out without the body being killed.

In the end, he became Stiles, the best friend of werewolf Scott McCall who was now an alpha, the spark who played the part of the best friend just learning everything as if he had never known.

**** Things were temporarily peaceful in Beacon Hills, but Stiles was forever changed.  He had risked himself for his father, and now a darkness sat in his heart.

A darkness.

Demon.

He was a demon again with all of his demon powers back.  His eyes could turn black and he felt anger more often now than he had before.

He had tried avoiding certain…more skilled wolves…afraid they would catch the change in his scent.  He must smell of sulfur again; though Scott and Isaac hadn’t said anything like that.

He still couldn’t leave the body he was in.  Stiles Stilinski was wrapped too tightly around him.

It was nearly suffocating.

Darkness filled the night, and Stiles was standing just before the old Hale House.

He touched the wood, watching the house come alive, looking as it had before it had been destroyed before decomposing back to its current state when he removed his touch.

He sighed softly and stepped inside, nearly seeing the ghosts of this place.

He vaguely wondered in the back of his mind if Derek was back in town.

It didn’t matter.  He was already thinking of rebuilding this place.  Leave the outside looking like a scar but make the inside a place that felt like home.  He just needed a bit more power…

[sparkamongwolves]

Not In Kansas Anymore || A Magical Kingdom AU || Stiles and Derek

He needed to get home.  This storm was ridiculous.  Lightning arced across the sky and the thunder was so powerful that it shook his Jeep as he drove through the center of town. 

He had brought his father a healthy meal at the police station.  He had already lost one parent, he didn’t want to lose his father to poor health.

Unbeknownst to Stiles, lightning ran along the surface of his Jeep and the air in front of him shimmered.  He squinted his eyes in the darkness, trying to figure out why the air was shimmering through the heavy downpour.

Suddenly, all rain stopped, and the town around him vanished, giving way to dense forest.  He slammed on his breaks, but it wasn’t enough to avoid a collision with a large tree in front of him.

Everything went dark.

When he woke up again, he had a mild headache, and his body ached.  He was in his Jeep in the middle of a forest.  He slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, but it showed no service.

Darkness came again.

It was dappled green light shining down through the canopy that finally woke him for good.  He was still in a forest, and with trees in close to both drivers side and passenger side door, he had to make his way into the back, and out through the back door.

He looked around.  There were only trees for as far as he could see.

He shook his head in confusion.

These trees were not native to California.  In fact, he was pretty sure he had never seen trees like this ever; even in all his exploring of the internet.

Survival mode kicked in.  He grabbed his backpack and emptied out all the pointless school books before shoving supplies in.  There was water that he always kept in the back of his jeep, and a large box of granola bars and Cliff bars that he ate after lacross practice.  Finally he grabbed a metal bat, shoved his keys into his pocket, and shut the back of his jeep, slinging the bag onto his back.

He needed to find out where he was fast, and find a way to get home.

His dad would freak out if something happened to him.

But how had he ended up in the middle of the forest, especially a forest that clearly wasn’t the one in Beacon Hills?  Only time would tell.

[notmyjeepyoucreep]

[okay I finished teen wolf episodes finally and now really need some sleep. I love you all, babies and will reply to things or write stuff tomorrow]

[notmyjeepyoucreep]

Caged Raven. || Derekhalerp

" That was a stupid idea, looking back at it. " Stiles said to himself, looking at the collapsed tunnel in front of him. When he had planned it, it was so much more awesome, him going through all the secret tunnels in the school and then finding the one that lead down here to the chamber of secrets. Mapping out the whole school had been his goal, one of his weird purposes he had, but finding this was like a really big bonus.  " Now what do we have here ? Another foolish Gryffindor, falling into the chamber? " A voice asked, and Stiles turned to fast he almost caught whiplash from it. " Oh no, a Ravenclaw.  Interesting. " Said the spirit in front of him, because it was clearly a spirit, but different. The edges and features were blurred, it seemed like a man in his mid thierties but it was too skinny , and ragged and alll in all not very pleasant to look at. 

" What.. Who are you ? You're not the ghost of Salazar Slytherin.  They proved that they don't exist long ago. " He said, spitting out some of the random trivia he had learned in the last years. 

" Noo.. I am not. " The spirit in front of him drawled, taking a step towards him. " But I can show you. Tell you things. You do want knowledge, don't you ? All Ravenclaws search for it , and I knew a few that gave a lot for more. " 

There was a rule about evil spirits and not approaching them, he knew that. And however scary that thing was, and he really didn't want to make any deals with him, Stiles still wanted to see more about the chamber, if only to find a way out. 

[stilesstilinskionthephone-blog]

+8

Stiles had his head going slightly back and forward as his headphones blasted with force against the inner walls of his ears, not listening anything more than the sound of the blasts of the soundtracks he kept in his ipod. He was in his kitchen, calmly preparing some healthy food he'd later deliver to the police station, not in any moment, aware of the presence of the other person in the house, even if he was always on guard and-- Okay, maybe Stiles did let the door open, but in the last year he had learned that if someone or something wanted to enter his house, a mere lock wouldn't be a problem, so why not at least save the door.