#w w hale | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

witchthewriter · 2 years

Photo

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

🌿ISTJ 🍁Slytherin 📜True Neutral 🔮Gemini Sun, Capricorn Moon, Leo Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ You became a vampire 50 years ago. Your father had gambled away all the family money, and couldn’t repay the gangsters to whom he owed. They gave him three chances, and he was warned. In the end, the gangsters murdered your whole family except for your father. As you lay bleeding out, you watched as your father ran out.

⭑ It was Garret who had smelt the blood. But, you were still alive, and you begged him for help.

“Please. Help me-” The gunshot had missed vital organs, but you had jumped in front of your little brother and took another to the abdomen.

“Why should I help you? Whose at death’s door?” His eyes were red and you knew he was otherwordly.

“I need to kill those who did this,” You sobbed, hot angry tears spilling down your cheeks.

“That’s more like it.”

⭑ So Garret did save you, he turned you and looked out for you for years. You had grown on him.

⭑ Garret had sent you to Carlisle because he no longer wanted a tag-along. His independence was too strong but didn’t want you to be alone.

⭑ Rosalie isn’t easily impressed.

⭑ But neither are you.

⭑ You started off as rivals. Possibly enemies. But there was a tension there that neither of you could deny. You did though. Both of you denied, denied, denied.

⭑ Everyone could see it. They could feel it.

⭑ The tension was always so thick when the two of you were together.

⭑ At first she pretended to forget your name, it stung but you’d be damned if you let it show.

⭑ It was a slow romance, one that made your heart ache and burn. Neither of you wanted to admit your feelings. Pride stood in the way.

⭑ Alice told Rosalie that being with you was inevitable.

⭑ Whenever someone looks at you, Rosalie will appear by your side, grab your face in her hands and kiss you.

⭑ Teasing each other

“Well look who it is, Rosalie Hale. This is twice in one week. You must be in love with me or something.”

⭑ Understanding her true self - the mask she puts on is to protect her. It’s because she feels so deeply and you can connect with that.

⭑ Making sure the other has fed

⭑ She always ALWAYS defends you. Even if you’re in the wrong - when you’re alone she’ll tell you to pull your head out of your ass. But not in front of others .... never in front of others.

⭑ Slow dancing together; foreheads touching as your arms are wrapped around each other.

⭑ Possessive over you but doesn’t want you to see

⭑ Always having a person who would burn entire cities to the ground to get to you.

⭑ Relationship tropes: ✶ Rivals who fall for each other ✶ Old married couple ✶ Dark & Brooding + Sweet & Caring

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Rosalie is all-consuming. Your head will be full of the image of her naked for days afterward. It would be the only thing you could think about. Because nothing else mattered.

⭑ You would be counting down the hours until you could see her again. Feel her again. Touch the coldness of her porcelain skin, kiss her neck, smooth back her hair.

⭑Both of you are switches - so whoever is dominant usually changes

⭑ Loves both eating you out and you eating her out. There isn’t one she prefers because both give her pleasure

⭑ Rosalie is the biggest tease on earth. She knows exactly what turns you on, and will do it in front of others, just to see you squirm.

⭑ Uses toys; dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, etc

⭑ A lot of hate-fucking at first

⭑ Edward can hear what the two of you are thinking and he gets SHOCKED.

“You want to do WHAT-”

And it was all because you guys were feeling kinky. The man nearly fainted.

⭑ Of course, she likes hair pulling, ass slapping and grabbing, nipple sucking... etc ...

⭑ Have had sex in every room of the house... Jasper was really mad. Edward was happy he didn’t live with you guys anymore. And Bella ... Bella was impressed.

⭑ You might think that degradation is involved but it’s really not. I mean verbally. Physically ... oh yeah

⭑ Lots of spanking

⭑ After sex is when Rosalie is her complete vulnerable self. From a viper to a doe, she opens up like a book. Any questions you have are usually answered, and it’s because she feels so at peace and one with you.

1K notes · View notes

slightly-gay-pogohammer · 6 months

Text

everyone's sleeping on them huh

#w.i.t.c.h.#w i t c h #will vandom #cornelia hale #will x cornelia #witch #my drawing #colored stuff

147 notes · View notes

goldberry-edition · 3 days

Text

Breathtaking cosplay of Cornelia Hale

by Dasha Drawiwandspase

#cornelia hale #witch #w i t c h #w.i.t.c.h.#w.i.t.c.h. cornelia #cornelia #kandrakar #heart of kandrakar #fairycore #fairies #fairy aesthetic #dark fantasy #dark fairycore #cosplay #w.i.t.c.h. cosplay

31 notes · View notes

thepunkmuppet · 6 months

Text

ok if this is just me then it’s whatever but for me teen wolf finishes at season 3b.

like allison dies, the end. the rest of it is what my brain and the brains of talented fic writers can conjure up, because it could be absolute nonsense and still be better than whatever the hell season 4 onwards even is.

liam is okay I guess. I like the season where stiles disappears. there are some (emphasis on some) really great moments and plotlines. but season 4 is such a fucking shitshow, honestly some of the worst tv I have ever watched, which is made even worse because I have to watch it play out with characters I love.

isaac, who had the potential to be one of the best characters, disappears without a trace, and later so does the wonderful kira

malia (who I high key really hate, sorry but she sucks) and scott get together at the end which is just. what the actual fuck

alison’s aunt comes back in the most contrived and stupid way I’ve ever seen (were-jaguar?? ik this show is weird and silly but give me a fucking break)

danny also disappears in favour of a personality-less gay best friend (sorry if you like him, he never did anything wrong it just pisses me off bc he only seems to be there for diversity points. I literally can’t even remember his name)

jackson comes back and is dating one of the also personality-less twins for no reason (and yet they couldn’t even confirm stiles is bi??? what a joke)

and the writing is just bad it’s just so bad… where the dialogue in the first seasons was campy and fun now it’s just cringe and borderline unwatchable, and the plot points are sketchy at best and completely incomprehensible at worst (aka whatever the fuck happened in season 4 I still don’t know)

sorry I’m really dredging up some 2020-teen-wolf-obsessed-in-lockdown emotions here but god I just hate it so much. there is so much potential in that show, so many great characters and concepts, but it all just devolved into twilight-level awfulness and honestly full on character assassination, all culminating in me not even giving a single flying fuck about the (objectively insane and exciting) movie coming out whenever tf it did.

yeah I love teen wolf but it finishes with season 3 the rest is up to fanfiction for me idk what to tell you 🫡

#this post is a mess but please tell me someone gets me.#I can’t even enjoy thiam because I physically couldn’t get that far like the shittiness of the last three seasons genuinely fucked me up #I was so pissed off and tired of it like it was actually messing w my mental state (as sad as that sounds remember I was 13 and obsessed lo #teen wolf #tw #stiles stilinksi #scott mccall #derek hale #jackson whittemore #allison argent #lydia martin #isaac lahey #kira yukimura #sterek

101 notes · View notes

dreamterlude · 9 months

Text

a viktor hale sketch thing, he knows how to play the guitar!

(viktor is my mc from @infamous-if)

#I care him deeply he’s just a little guy in love w his ex best friend #infamous oc #infamous if #art #my art #viktor hale #Pau.txt

95 notes · View notes

laurellance · 11 months

Photo

derek hale in 2.12

542 notes · View notes

shesnake · 1 month

Text

Tessa Thompson and Evan Rachel Wood in Westworld season 3 episode 3 (2020) dir. Amanda Marsalis

#westworld #tessa thompson #evan rachel wood #tv #*#q #w #dsg #suss #they did what they had to do #those weeks we thought hale was teddy.. bliss #dirhwangdaseul

60 notes · View notes

star-spangled-bastard · 7 months

Text

[something about positive and negative space, and one not being able to exist without the other]

#westworld #charlotte hale #the man in black #william westworld #tessa thompson #ed harris #my art #\W/#you'll never break the chain

68 notes · View notes

thebigoblin · 1 year

Text

you could be the one that i love

as promised! sheriff finds out about sterek tag won the poll, so here is the fic! this was so fun to write, i might do this next weekend too <3

title from "Message In A Bottle" by Taylor Swift.

now posted on ao3!

He's thinking about last night, and how amazing and perfect it was, when he walks through the front door of his home. He's smiling, fond and breathless, because what he experienced last night? It was straight out of a fairytale. Once-in-a-lifetime, truly world changing, adorable.

He's so lost in thought, so completely gone on those strong hands and dazzling smiles, those perfect bunny teeth, that he doesn't hear his name being called. Doesn't even realize he's not alone in his home until he's being tapped on his head, a double-drum beat he's hated and loved, in equal measures, since he was four and went to the barber for his first ever hair cut that he remembers.

"Da-ad! Daddio! Didn't realize you were off shift," he says, flustered and panicked. What if he asks why he's smiling like this? Normally, when he's zoned out, he's usually also hyperfocused on a thing. This, though? This is highly unusual. And his dad's a cop — he's the goddamn Sheriff. He'll be suspicious.

His dad looks at him, eyes squinted, looks him up and down. "Don't look dressed to impress," he mutters, more to himself than to him, but Stiles makes a noise of protest. He's dressed decently! His dad seems to think otherwise though. "You look like you had a fight with a cat, Stiles. That t-shirt is older than you are, why do you insist on wearing it?"

"Because it's comfy! I'll have you know, I have slept in this even when I did not have my pillow, and you know I can't sleep without it."

His dad puts up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Then what were you smiling about? You clearly aren't coming back from a date."

"Hey! I could be," he isn't. Still, he has feelings and words hurt, okay?

"Dressed like that?" His dad snorts, and okay, actions hurt too! "Sure, kiddo."

"Well, my choice in a date clearly wouldn't be a snob like you, so it wouldn't matter to them if I'm dressed like this or in a suit." he shoots back, and realizes his mistake just as he's faced with his dad's full-tilt grin.

"Oh? A snob? Then I guess I imagined you having a crush on one Lydia Martin all these years."

Stiles has no out, and he knows this, his dad knows this, and they both know he's done lying at this point. Sure, there was a time when Stiles would have run circles with his words and confused his dad, but ever since the werewolf secret was revealed the Stilinski men have made a pact to always be honest with each other. Or, at least, not actively lie.

Omitting certain details though? That's fine.

So, Stiles confesses:

"Actually, dad, I did have a date."

"Bingo!"

"But it wasn't before me coming home." He scratches his neck, suddenly shy. He can feel his cheeks heating up, the memories of last night once again rushing through his mind.

"I take it was good, whenever it was. But wait, where were this afternoon then?"

"Oh, dad, don't ask. It was a terrible day, I tell you! Erica and Lydia wouldn't leave me alone until I told them every. Single. Detail."

His dad raises an eyebrow. His voice is stern as he speaks. "Young man, you're seventeen. I know you think having sex is the pinnacle of teenage—"

"No! No, no, no!" Now he's blushing for an entirely different reason. "No, definitely not! De- date and I definitely didn't have sex last night." Oh god, kill him now. "It was just a dinner and movie date and it was cliché but... Dad, it was so good."

His dad smiles. Asks him if he's had dinner yet, and when he says no, tells him to tell him everything over dinner.

"Not everything," he clarifies quickly, "Just parts you're comfortable sharing with me."

Stiles loves him so much. He hugs his dad, tells him so, and starts to do just as he was asked to — he heats his dinner up, his dad having already cooked and eaten, and then both of them settle on the dining table chairs.

Stiles tells him things.

How much he loved how his date came to pick him up from Lydia's, because she was the one who dressed him. His dad laughs at that part, and Stiles points his fork at him, trying to shut him up, but only succeeds in joining in on the laughter fest.

How much he loved the flowers he got, and how his date was a gentleman all night long. Opened all the doors for him, pulled out his chair at the restaurant, and even let him eat off of his plate. Didn't even tell him to shut up when he kept babbling at the cinema.

"I'm going to pause you here and ask — you're dating a guy?"

"Not dating dating, since this was our first date, but... yeah." His dad knows he's bisexual, has known for a while, but this is the first person Stiles is dating ever and it's a guy.

He waits for his dad's reaction.

"You want to go on a second date with him?"

Stiles blows out a breath. Toys with his food a bit. The only thing he doesn't want to do in this moment is grin like a lunatic.

But he fails.

His dad holds his gaze and tells him, "Any person who makes you this happy, they get my approval."

"Dad," Stiles says, overcome with emotions. "Thank you."

"Always, kiddo. Your happiness is what matters to me. That being said, you need to do your laundry, and I'm going to go sleep. Night."

"Oh, come on! We were having a moment, and you totally ruined it!" He yells at his dad's back, which is shaking with laughter.

He yells good night, then thinks of his dad's reaction when he learns his date was Derek.

"I want to tell my dad."

This is their fifth date.

They're in a coffee shop a few towns over, just looking at each other, talking about this and that. About what Stiles wants to do after he completes his senior year, what Derek's plans were and what he ended up doing. It's a quiet environment, not many patrons here besides them, and they are in their own little bubble here.

Which pops rather loudly as Derek looks at him with the widest eyes he's ever seen.

Stiles tries not to laugh. He really, really does.

He ends up laughing, the other patrons and the waitstaff looking over at them at the sound.

"Are you scared? Of my poor ol' dad?"

"Your dad who is the Sheriff!" Derek hisses, trying to not let more attention come over them. "And I'm dating his underage son. Stiles! This is not funny."

"I'm sorry," he isn't, "But the Alpha of Beacon Hills is scared of an old man? That is funny as hell, Der."

"Stiles!"

"Darling," he tries to calm himself down, and looking into Derek's eyes has that effect on him, "It's okay. We don't have to tell him yet. It's just an idea, okay? We can wait until you're ready."

Derek takes a moment to process and reply. "Didn't you say he approves of your boyfriend?"

"My boyfriend who he probably thinks is my age, or like, maybe two or three years older. Not six."

Derek takes one look at him, at the hickey he's marked on his neck, and shakes his head rather aggressively. "No."

Stiles laughs and keeps laughing, until Derek shuts him up with a kiss.

The police station is nearly empty when he enters. It makes sense; it's lunch time and recently there hasn't been anything big. Which is good, really good.

It means he gets to finish his last year in school in peace, and he doesn't have to worry about his dad working himself to death.

It's a good time in Beacon Hills.

Stiles thinks so, right until the moment he's on his fifth bite of burger and his dad's staring down his own.

"You know, son, one day you are gonna have to make your boyfriend meet me."

Stiles chokes on his burger.

"If you can't eat the rest of it, maybe I can—"

"It's not healthy for you!" He shouts when he's feeling okay, and then, "Also, I could have died right now. Were you not worried?"

"I've seen you trip on air and gracefully fight off a rogue werewolf, Stiles."

"And?"

His dad just rolls his eyes, picks up his own healthy burger, smells it, and puts it down. "Smells nasty,"

"Good for your health," he sing-songs. And then, "It's only been a month, dad, jeez! Let us live a little. Plus, he's scared of you-" Fuck. His dad is looking at him weird.

"He's scared of me?"

"I mean, you're the Sheriff, so." He shrugs. It's totally a valid reason to be scared.

"Hmm. And there is no other reason?"

"Nope, not at all!"

"Right."

Stiles stuffs the rest of his burger into his mouth to avoid further questioning. His dad sighs, clearly thinking he's raised an animal, and attempts to eat his own lunch.

By the time he's done, he's licking his fingers.

"Told you it tastes better than it smells."

His dad meticulously wipes his mouth, his fingers with napkins. Stiles is drinking his banana smoothie.

"And I told you I want to meet the boy who has got you so chipper."

Stiles ends up snorting the smoothie out his nose.

"Oh, lord."

His dad is clearly questioning Stiles' existence. At this point, Stiles is doing the same.

His dad doesn't leave the issue, and after continuous requests — orders, more like — Stiles breaks down in front of Derek.

Derek, the pure, innocent soul whose color leaves him the moment Stiles tells him of his dad's demands.

"I need to create a will." Is what Derek answers with.

Stiles agrees, and adds, "Erica will be a good Alpha, I think."

They both hold each other, then, fearing the worst.

Stiles tries to soften the blow by providing his dad with unhealthy food for three days straight.

Three is his limit.

"Derek, I'm sorry, but I can't do this any longer."

Derek accepts his fate rather bravely. Eyes steeled with determination, he walks into the Stilinski home, and Stiles follows, once again rehearsing the speech in his mind.

Dad, I know this isn't what you were expecting. But this is my boyfriend. Derek Hale. Yes, I know he's 23 and I'm 17, but dad. I like him so much. And he likes me that much back. We are good together. You know I have been happy, and dad, Derek has been too. You know because I know you have seen him around. Dad—

Turns out, he need not have prepared the speech.

Because his dad? Is kind of an asshole.

The very first thing he sees when he enters the living room is Derek's back, because he's frozen in the middle of the room, eyes locked on—

The banner.

That reads WELCOME DEREK HALE.

"You knew." He looks at his dad, who is smiling smugly.

"Yes."

"How?"

"I think you are forgetting, kiddo, but I'm a cop."

"But you- the steaks! Dad!"

His dad doesn't even have the decency to fake remorse.

"Come on, Der, we are leaving."

He tugs on Derek's hand, makes him move back out the door. Derek follows, but only after saying:

"Thank you for not killing me!"

"You're welcome, son!" His dad yells back.

The son sends a warmth through Stiles' entire being, the easy acceptance of Derek into their little unit of family a welcome gift. When Stiles looks at Derek, he sees his boyfriend reflecting the same emotions.

Later that same night, his dad calls to tell him this —

"Stiles, I love you, kiddo. And I want you to be happy. And I guess your happiness is with Derek. It was hard to digest at first, but then I saw you both at the bookstore." Stiles remembers that day — it was their second date. "I knew you were dating someone, a boy, and I connected that information with what I saw, and I came up with my son dating an older boy. It angered me, concerned me. But then I saw past that, because I saw how he was with you and you with him.

It was like watching the past. I won't call this young love, because clearly this is more than that. I'm not sure how you would feel about this years down the line, if it will even be true, but I have a conviction that a decade from now, maybe even sooner, I won't be calling my son and his boyfriend, but my sons. My son, and his husband."

Stiles has tears in his eyes, but it is okay, because Derek does too. And from the way his dad's voice cracks, so does he.

"I love you, Stiles."

"Love you, dad. So much."

His dad hangs up the call, and Stiles buries himself into Derek's chest.

"Your father is a good man," Derek tells him, and Stiles nods. "I won't let him down. I won't let you down."

"I know."

Stiles tilts his head, and Derek tilts his, and they kiss, a gentle, soft kiss that conveys the conviction of his dad's words, and their hope of its truth.

(It's true. His dad even recounts this tale at the wedding reception — how he knew and he played on Stiles' fear to eat unhealthy food for three days straight.

Everyone laughs, and then Stiles has to suffer as his husband — husband! — gangs up on him with his dad.

It's the best day of Stiles' life).

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sheriff stilinski #whenwordsmakesense #*sterek fic recs #sh.writesonmain #if there is any mistake — know that this was written b/w 1 and 2am.

223 notes · View notes