The Delirium Series

This blog is an archive for the Delirium series, previously a Teen Wolf fanfiction series which is now in the process of being rewritten as an original story.

[wild-stdreams]

hazel + maisie // funeral (x)

this tastes so bittersweet,

it’s like i’m going under.

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hazel + maisie are canon au: the cast at comic con edition [ part 1 / part 2 ]

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hazel + maisie are canon au: the cast at comic con edition [ part 1 / part 2 ]

[azoraahai]

the au that no one asked for :: reece campbell + maisie dylan

“I just wanted to say that it’s nice to finally have someone who really understands me.”

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hazel murphy + maisie dylan (x)

 sweet // divine 

• a h e a v y truth •

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hazel + stiles // dancing with our hands tied 💖

i could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets, picture of your face in an invisible locket. you said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, i had a bad feeling…

[arrthurpendragon]

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hazel + stiles // friends  👫

but my friends will never love me like you 

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MURPHY + MARTIN ⇢ the girls who are… ‘something’ (x) @thedeliriumseries

“You’d think that our family would have had the decency to warn us about all of this shit, but apparently not.” I huff, flopping down onto Lydia’s bed sending the paper sheets of my unfinished homework up in the air. Neither one of us feels like we’re any closer to working out what the hell we are or where it all comes from but Lydia is doing a much better job at hiding her frustrations.

“Are we even sure that it’s hereditary?” She says, turning around in her desk chair away from her calculus work with an eyebrow raised at me. “It could just be a coincidence.” 

“That we’re related and both have freaky abilities? Yeah… it’s no coincidence Lyds.” A light frown creases her forehead and I can’t tell whether this makes things better or worse. 

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THE DELIRIUM SERIES ⇢ the playlist [x]

A collection of songs that either remind me of Hazel/Maisie or inspire scenarios with other characters involved in the fic. There’s a heck of a lot of Stazel inspo in here if I’m being completely honest (e.g. pink skies & Friends) and some Maizel angst (I Have Questions & To The Hilt). 

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maisie dylan + isaac lahey ⇢ ‘maisaac’ 💕

+ bonus:

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hazel murphy + stiles stilinski ⇢ pink skies (x) 

shut up, i love you ⠀⠀⠀⠀you’re my best friend.

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hazel, scott & stiles ⇢ stazott the brot3 ✨ 

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THE DELIRIUM SERIES: Paroxysm chapter seven (x)

“Come on,” I say, pulling the passenger side door handle and jumping down from the Jeep. “Time to face the music,” I mutter under my breath, metaphorically crossing every finger and toe I own that Derek is still alive. Stiles joins my side in front of the car and pauses for a second, looking at me strangely.

“What? Is there something on my face?” I ask, reaching up to wipe under my eyes in case my mascara has smudged from being on too long. He shakes his head lightly and smiles a little.

“No, it’s nothing.” He says, “Just not sure what we’re about to walk into.”

“A bloodbath, knowing my luck.” I say, wishing I was joking. I exhale slowly and head towards the main entrance to Beacon Hills High.

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THE DELIRIUM SERIES ⇢ original character posters ✨ 

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SHATTERED LIGHT ⇢ a delirium series one-shot (x) @thedeliriumseries​

I’ve seen flashes of him here and there over the years, but never right in front of me. Stood at the bar, laughing with a pretty blonde. He turns to take in his surroundings when the blonde heads to the restroom and for a moment I think he’s not going to see me. Luck has never been on my side.

His jaw clenches, and neither of us can break our gaze at each other. He’s not close enough to be within hearing distance, but his voice is ringing in my ears.

“Haze.” He says under his breath, “It’s you.”

[[ A little side note: I submitted this with name changes as a creative piece at uni and got a 2:1 for it. I’ve been toying with the idea of posting this since I got it back in January, and seeing as I’ve not finished chapter seven thought that I could post this for you guys in the meantime (if anyone’s actually even still interested in Hazel… lol) ]]

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• PAROXYSM • PART TWO (S3B) ⇢ the best worst is yet to come

“They’re called the Oni, and they’re looking for someone who is no longer themselves. Possessed, by a dark spirit.” Scott tells us, returning his phone to his pocket. The black masked figure is still pushing his gloved hand through the wards, the grimace on his mask looking more menacing by the second somehow. A dark spirit? My stomach drops.

“I’m right aren’t I? They’re looking for me.” Kira says, her forehead creased with worry as she looks for reassurance from Scott. 

I clear my throat, fearing that my voice might falter from the terror that’s racing through me. “There’s more than one potential dark spirit in this room, Kira. I prefer your chances to mine.” She winces apologetically, opening her mouth as though she might actually say sorry. Her embarrassment is cut short though when the mountain ash fails and the first Oni steps through the door.

“Hazel, it’s not you either.” Scott says, but for the first time in my life I think he might be wrong.