#wolf!killian

[kazoosandfannypacks]

@djlbg requested a couple fall fanarts, and one of them was werewolf old Killian. In ouat's lore, werewolves don't look much different from regular wolves, but Killian wolf is missing a paw, ofc. He's kind of an outcast from his pack because of it. I think the werewolfism may have been one of many failed magical attempts to be reunited with his daughter.

#once upon a time #ouat #killian jones #old fat hook #wish reality captain hook #once upon a time season 7 #werewolf #wolf #supernatural #halloween #kazzy draws #kazzy draws fanart

[askthelovenest]

Guess what movie I rewatched.

#selfship #selfinsert x canon #selfinsert #spies in disguise #sid killian #killian osmond #mrs fox and mr wolf #the love nest #my art

[chaotic-orphan]

Hi! Can you please write more of The Immortal Hunter? I'm so invested

Hello!!! Yes! Absolutely, I forgot how much I liked this story, I hope you enjoy <3

The Immortal Hunter

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

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They walked in silence except for their shoes crunching off of gravel. That was fine.

Killian had been through enough already today and last night, and Heath didn’t really want him to talk, he just felt like Killian needed to.

Or Killian was going to talk anyways, once he found the right words. There was the taste of anticipation heavy in the air between them, but Heath was fine with basking in the silence for now. Happy to let Killian mull it over as they walked down the archway of trees that lined the driveway to Felix’s estate.

The light was filtering through the tree’s leaves like shattered gem shards of topaz and the birds were chirping in the trees. It was shaping up to be a nice day, and with it, Heath felt a heavy longing for his mortality and let out a soft sigh.

“You…” Killian began, then faltered and stopped when Heath looked at him. “Thank you for everything you did, uh, did for me back there.”

“No problem,” said Heath easily in reply.

Killian spoke again and said: “no. I mean—“ then he sighed and broke off again so Heath stopped walking and turned to face the boy, pulling his little metal cigarette case from his back pocket.

Killian looked at Heath, an embarrassed blush colouring his cheekbones, right above where Wolfe had sliced into his cheek with his claw. Heath focused on the dried blood caked under the wound from the coagulation in his blood as he lit the cigarette between his teeth.

“I feel like “Thank you” isn’t enough for what you did for me.”

“It is enough.”

“No,” Killian protested, meeting Heath’s eyes with his blue ones and then looking away sheepishly, a hand going to the nape of his neck and rubbing it. “It isn’t. You said you would protect my s— my family no matter what happened…”

Heath nodded, exhaling smoke through his nostrils. “It’s what I would have wanted someone to do for me.”

“But you meant it…” Killian said, like it was a challenge and a gift much too sentimental and overwhelming for knowing someone for such a short time. “You said you would protect her— even after I didn’t tell you my first name or—“

“Hey, kid. It’s okay,” said Heath, voice gentle as he extended his hand to Killian. Killian looked up at Heath’s face then down at his hand and took it in his. The warmth of Killian’s palm was almost addictive, Heath longed for that comfort. He doubted Killian even valued how much his body worked to make sure it was heated at all times, not too hot, not too cold just perfect human temperature. Heath knew he never appreciated it, not until it was too late.

Something settled over Killian’s features, resolute and accepting as he gave Heath’s cold dead hand a good, firm shake.

Heath smiled softly, a little sadly, then dropped Killian’s hand.

“I was in the same position as you,” Heath continued, turning to walk further away from Felix’s mansion and prying ears. Killian easily fell into step beside him.

“In debt to Felix for family reasons that don’t matter anymore because my family is dead. Felix tried to tell me that before I signed my soul to him, but I refused to listen,” Heath said, voice turning wry towards the end of the sentence. He shot a smile over to Killian who’s eyebrows were knitted together in sympathy. “Who knew, right?”

Heath took another long inhale of smoke into his lungs, filling his dead tissue husk with the burnt remnants of tobacco. Somehow the two dead things twisted and combining together warmed him and made him feel as close to alive as he was ever going to get.

Except for maybe blood… blood sang to every nerve and muscle and organ in his body, craved it, clung to it and was never satisfied no matter how much or little he drank. The point of satiation would be producing his own blood in his body, like back when he was, y’know— alive, and that wasn’t ever going to happen so yes.

Blood and, a close second, smoking cigarettes, made him feel alive.

Or as alive as he could feel.

He remembered last night. His old knife in his hand, his blood lighting up the runes of the Hunters’ blade. Remembered his heart beating and the blood rushing through his ears like phantom limbs. Remembered the rush of breathlessness as he sunk the blade into Wolfe’s strong body and watched him crumble around it.

Remembered zoning out during the Hunter’s high and crashing back into his body with a wave of nausea and exhaustion hitting him like a truck.

Heath knew he was made to kill vampires, as all Hunters are. As the Immortal Hunter he knew he would spend eternity fighting and killing every last bloodsucker on the planet, protecting humans as best as he could, and when all the vampires would dead, so too could Heath rest in peace eternally.

That was his purpose.

His sole mission.

When Felix killed him he thought that was the end. That he failed and he doomed humanity to endure the vile, ruthless creatures in the night with no protector.

Wolfe yesterday seemed like a test, like the world was trying to figure out if he really wasn’t the immortal Hunter anymore, or if he was.

Heath nearly scoffed at his own thoughts. “Like the world was trying to figure out…” if the world was currently sitting at his dining table enjoying breakfast with Celeste and went by the name of Victor, then yes, as he would like to think of himself it, the world really wanted to answer that burning question, and answer it he did.

It gave Heath something he forgot he ever had.

Hope.

Hope that one day, someday soon, he could repay Felix the favour of death and be able to continue this life without having to suffer sadistic vampire.

Heath paused in his steps, eyes staring at the gravel road in front of him. Killian stopped too, looking over his shoulder at Heath. Heath realised he looked a bit crazy then, so he tapped his cigarette and watched the ashes flutter to the ground, mixing with the wide ranging palette of small grey stones.

The worst part was that Heath remembered. He remembered gripping the knife as Killian helped him to his feet, remembered holding onto it like a lifeline. He pushed Killian away and then tried to take a step and collapsed, and the knife…

“Heath? You okay?”

“Mmm,” Heath grumbled in reply. Maroon eyes finding inquisitive human ones peering back at him.

“The dagger that I killed Wolfe with,” Heath said, tilting his head, “did you see what I did with it?”

Killian turned to face Heath, folding his arms across his chest. “You— well, Felix told me it was part of some ritual you needed to complete.”

Heath let out a huff of breath from his nostrils, shaking his head. “I must have dropped it when I collapsed,” Heath said, taking in a quick puff of his cigarette. “Did you hear it clatter?”

“What’s so important about it?”

“It’s — uh, it’s like an extension of the Hunter’s arm. Very sacred, the dagger and the blood of a Hunter are what—“ Heath looked at Killian and smiled, not wanting to get into it in detail. “Sorry. Long story short, it kills vampires.”

Killian frowned. “And Felix had it?”

“Yes,” Heath said with an exhale of smoke, slipping the cigarette between his teeth. “He did. But if you didn’t hear it clatter to the ground then Felix must have it again…”

“I doubt he’s the type to just leave it lying around, even if you did drop it.”

“You’d be right,” Heath said, stretching his hands to sky and cracking his back, letting out a loud satisfied sigh as his wound up muscles loosened and cartilage cracked. “Ah, problem for another day. We can worry about that later.”

Heath started walking down the tree lined drive again with Killian following and falling into step beside him. “How can you be so nonchalant about that? Can’t that knife kill you?”

Heath shrugged. “A lot of things can kill me. That knife is not one of them. It’s the whole point of Hunter’s blood being needed for the dagger to work. Otherwise it’s just a normal knife. If it killed Hunters, it wouldn’t be that useful.”

“But you’re a vampire now,” Killian said, and Heath’s dead heart stuttered at the blatant truth so easily flowing from Killian’s lips. “From what Felix was saying today you, well, it seemed like you should still be human.”

“Mmm, first of my kind. I’m truly unique.”

“Does it not scare you?”

“Death?” Heath asked with a breath of laughter. He stopped waking, took the last pull of his cigarette, down to the butt, close enough for his fingers to feel the burn before dropping it and extinguishing it beneath his shoe. “That’s a bit too philosophical of a topic for a Thursday morning, Killian.”

“No, I mean—“ Heath smiled and put a hand on Killian’s shoulder silencing him.

“I know what you mean, but trust me when I say that there are things worse than death when it comes to Victor Felix. You almost experienced it first hand last night.”

“I… Wolfe attacked me last night, he was the one who took me and tied me up in the basement. He was the one who hurt me and—“

“Felix was the one willing to let Wolfe turn you or torture you to prove a point to me.”

The corner of Killian’s lips turned down into a scowl. “I’m not a pawn to be played in your and Felix’s game.”

“No, you’re not,” said Heath straightening up and taking his hand from Killian’s shoulder, to run it through his hair. “I’m just saying you should be more careful about what jobs you take for Felix.”

Killian went silent after that and Heath didn’t press him further on it as they walked out of the imposing wrought iron gates that sealed the estate away from the local town.

The gates that made it such a formidable foe when Heath was running, trying to escape Felix in the night. Worn and tired, human lungs gasping for air and heart pounding blood and adrenaline to fuel his body. He remembered coming up to see the always open gates shut and padlocked tight with chains.

He remembers shaking the gate and cursing under his breath and then throwing caution to the wind, gripping the iron bars and pulling himself up. He had only got a foot off the ground when a hand tightened in the back of his shirt, clenching the fabric into bunched up cold fist.

Heath froze.

He remembers hearing the low tsk of Felix and the smile in his voice. Felix didn’t do anything else. That small contact was enough to humiliate Heath, show him how powerless he really was.

“You can come back willingly and I promise I’ll only bleed you a little,” Felix purred, voice as deadly as Heath’s vampire slaying blade. He remembers tightening his grip on the bars until his knuckles turned white. Heath pressed his forehead against the cold bars, lamenting his freedom which was right there in front of him. He could’ve reached out and grabbed it.

If he was fast enough.

If he was strong enough.

If he was better.

Heath shuddered out a shaky exhale, feeling less of Felix’s cold dead hands on him. Unnatural hands.

“Or you can do this in your own special way, Heath,” Felix continued, voice almost fond. “In your penchant for raising Cain and really make me work up an appetite…”

Heath let out a pathetic cry of frustration into the night, rattling the gates along with his scream at the gates that were closed to him by Felix, for Felix’s own amusement. He liked his prey to run, he had told Heath that much after he tried to run so many times, told him he liked the high that adrenaline gives to the blood. Makes it sweeter, almost frenzied.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop feeding on you after you pass out if that’s the route you want to take, and you know, I would have to punish you for running away again once you wake up. You’ve been so good for me lately, Heath…” Felix’s fingers walked up Heath’s spine as far as they could and yanked Heath off the gate as if he wasn’t holding on at all.

Heath’s feet had barely hit the ground when in a flash he was pressed against the gate, his cheekbone digging into the metal as Felix rested his now clawed fingers on the nape of Heath’s neck. Heath pushed with all his might and struggled to get Felix off him but Felix didn’t falter. It was as if Heath wasn’t struggling at all.

Felix leaned in and sniffed Heath’s neck, smiling against the thin skin between his major veins and arteries, pumping the blood, the terror, the adrenaline, the life through his veins.

“Hard way it is,” he hummed, yanking Heath off the gates and dragging him away from them, kicking and fighting and screaming. “Dear boy, a chase and a fight and a feast. You’re really spoiling me tonight.”

Heath remembered it like it was yesterday. It feels like it was yesterday. Or maybe it was the fact that even after Felix took his humanity and turned him into an unnatural immortal thing, last night when it came down to it, when it came to Heath being able to protect Killian from Wolfe and Felix’s schemes, he couldn’t do a thing to stop them.

The moment Felix threw a casual arm over his shoulder and wrapped it tight around his torso he knew he couldn’t fight him off, let alone Wolfe.

His humanity, his dignity and his family— all traded for eternity as a leech, and still he was too weak to fight off the sadistic fucker who took everything he loved from him and left him with nothing except misery.

Heath looked at Killian walking beside him and he hated himself because he knew even now that the only reason Killian was walking with him back home, and not still tied up in Felix’s basement, is so Felix could dangle another good thing in Heath’s life to rip away. To leverage against him, to torture him with, to keep him in check and make sure he behaves.

Or else, went unsaid.

Behave or else Killian dies, or gets turned, or something worse that Felix could conjure up in his twisted mind. Heath just knew whatever it was would involve suffering.

And the worst part was that as far as Felix was dangling another good thing in front of him, Heath was too stubborn or too stupid to not take the bait and get in too deep.

Maybe their sick little game was doomed to continue for eternity, with new calamity as collateral with every new generation of humans.

“My home is just…” Killian began, tearing Heath from his thoughts. Killian stopped himself short, glancing over his shoulder at Heath. Heath nodded encouragingly, waiting for the answer for a beat too long before he realised and a smile spread across his face.

Heath nodded again, tilting his head at Killian. “You don’t want to tell me.”

“No,” said Killian after careful thought. “I don’t.”

“That’s okay.”

“Is it?”

“It is. Can you promise me you’ll get home safe?”

“Yes.”

“Can you promise Felix won’t come after you?”

Killian hesitated. Heath nodded and said, “then I’m coming, kid. Trust me it’s safer for us both.”

“How is it safer for me?” Killian demanded, nostrils flaring stepping closer to Heath, squaring up slightly. Heath grinned showing his fangs and took a small bit of sick pleasure at the slight falter on Killian’s face.

Heath stepped forward, closing the gap, exposing Heath’s clear height advantage and stared down at Killian waiting for him to back down.

Killian didn’t.

Despite it all.

He didn’t back down and Heath couldn’t help let out a soft happy laughter.

Killian frowned. “What?”

“I’m just impressed is all.”

“Thank you?” Killian asked.

Heath shook his head. “Never impress a vampire, Killian. If you listen to anything I say, listen to that. They’re obsessive things. Possessive things. They’ll steal your life to keep you because you’re entertaining.”

“You’re barely a vampire. You’re basically human.”

Heath sighed. “I was never human. I was a hunter, and then I was a vampire. Such is life. Now, you can either agree to show me where you live or I can wait — trust me, immortality gives you great patience — and I will follow you home when you eventually relent to check on your family —“

“Okay!” Killian huffed, throwing his hands up helplessly. “Fine! Why do you want to know so badly anyways?!”

Heath felt his face grow solemn, eyes turning poignant and lips almost pouting.

“I want to make sure Wolfe is dead and not coming for revenge, and I want to make sure Felix doesn’t come and take you away in the night. I don’t even need to go inside, just… let me watch over you tonight, and your family. Keep you safe.”

“I have work in the morning,” Killian said.

Heath shrugged, “then I’ll walk you to work.”

“You can’t protect me every minute of everyday,” Killian reasoned and Heath just shrugged again.

“I can try.”

Killian huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. “Is this another Hunter ritual thing?”

Heath smiled, a small genuine smile. “Yeah, something like that…”

Killian nodded, then turned and started walking. He gestured over his shoulder for Heath to follow and Heath did so in a comfortable silence, listening to the boy as he rambled on about how annoying the walk to work is in the morning, or when it’s raining.

Heath smiled as he spoke, unaware of the figure that was watching the pair between the trees.

#TIH #The Immortal Hunter #IM #Immortal Hunter #Heath #Killian #Felix #Wolfe #vampire #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #vampire whumper #hunter whumpee #human whumpee #writblr #hero villain writing #hero villain snippet #hero villain story #hero #villain #writing #orphan writing #vampire snippet #whump writing #whumpblr #defiant whumpee #defiant whumpees #defiant whumpee my beloved #immortal #hunter

[heradion]

My top 10 (former/current ) morally grey characters

1. Solider Boy

Don't think I need to explain myself here, cos jensen ackles duh

2. Loki

3. Bucky as the Winter Solider

I mean look at that strut.

4. Killmonger

5. Villanelle

6.Peter Hale

7. Mr. Gold/ Rumplestiltskin

8.Killian /Captain Hook

9. Lee rang

10. Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham

Reblog with ur favs!

#will and hannibal #peterhale #teen wolf #solider boy #ouat #killian jones #hannigram #winter soldier #mcu bucky barnes #killing eve #jensen ackles #tale of the nine tailed #lee rang #loki odinson

[malevolent-muse]

Miscellaneous Artworks by Malevolent Muse

- The following links will take you to various Tumblr posts -

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Castiel

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Once Upon A Time

Killian Jones

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

Hannibal NBC

Will Graham - I

Will Graham - II

Hannibal Lector

#supernatural #dean winchester #teen wolf #derek hale #once upon a time #killian jones #captain hook #bbc sherlock #jenson ackles #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannibal fanart #benedict cumberbatch

[munsonshire]

Who do I write for

As I've said before Im in a lot of fandoms, so, If you wanna request either a headcanon for a specific character. Tv show or movie or a mashup, do it on my asks.

Also, I will be updating this, so keep in mind that I May write flr more characters than are here

Some of them I havent written yet cuz I havent had a lot of time

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Hopper

Joyce Byers

The walking dead

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Maggie Rhee

Glenn

Carl (last seasons, so he's older)

Negan (depends)

Anne with an e

Gilbert

Anne

Diana

Cole

Marilla and Matthew (parent headcanons)

Narnia

Lucy

Peter

Edmund

Susan

Pirates of the caribbean

Jack

Will

Elizabeth

Vikings

Ragnar

Lagertha

Floki

Bjorn

Ivar

Game of thrones

John Snow

Arya

Sansa

Jamie Lannister

Avatar

Once Upon a Time

Killian Jones

Mad Hatter

MCU

Loki

Natasha

Wanda

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Yelena Belova

Sylvie

Bucky Barnes

Outlander

Jamie

Brianna

Claire

The 100

Bellamy

Clarke

John Murphy

Teen Wolf

Stiles

Isaac

Scott

Allison

Derek

Lydia

Liam

Peter Hale

Supernatural

Dean

Sam

Cas

#stranger things #vikings #game of thrones #avatar the way of water #eddie munson #steve harrington #daryl dixon twd #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #the walking dead #once upon a time #killian jones #anne with an e #narnia #teen wolf masterlist #teen wolf #stiles stilinski

[lily-174]

guys! i know some of you may hate me for this. but i’m planning on writing a few books on wattpad so i can write a full story instead of imagines. i will still be here don’t worry! but i’d really appreciate it if you guys could send some love over there. the book i’ve started writing is a bit different to what i write on here, it’s killian jones from ouat.

but i’m planning on writing a jay halstead fic, a kelly severide one aswell!

also if you’re interested in stiles stilinski i have a book up on my old wattpad called redemption- s.s. the @ for that is @jjstilinski7 please give that a read if you like.

me new @ for wattpad is different though since i want all my newer works in one place.

follow @halstead217 on wattpad <3

#wattpad recs #wattpad recommendations #killian jones x reader #killian jones #daddy killian #captain hook #captain hook x reader #ouat fic #ouat #once upon a time #jay halstead x reader #one chicago x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #teen wolf x reader #kelly severide x reader #captain swan

[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. 

AO3 Link

@badthingshappenbingo

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? 

✨ 🍃 🌻 🍃 ✨

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. 

#steter big bang 2023 #steter bang 2023 #steter bang #steter #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #peter hale #killian jones #kate argent #gerard argent #emma swan (mentioned) #past character death #temporary character death #fire #reincarnation #temporary amnesia #attempted rape/non-con #murder #sirens #memory magic #good killian jones #evil kate argent #evil gerard argent #magic #neverland #peter pan fusion

[tudorscrown]

MASTERLIST

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Elijah Mikaelson

Enzo St. John

Kai Parker

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

THE HUNGER GAMES

Coriolanus Snow

Peeta Mellark

DESCENDANTS

Ben Florian

Carlos de Vil

Harry Hook

Jay Sand

FRIENDS

Chandler Bing

Joey Tribbiani

Ross Geller

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

HARRY POTTER

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Harry Potter

James Potter

Regulus Black

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

ENOLA HOLMES

Sherlock Holmes

Viscount Tewkesbury

BRIDGERTON

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Simon Bassett

Young!King George

ANNE WITH AN E

Billy Andrews

Cole Mackenzie

Gilbert Blythe

Moody Spurgeon

OUTER BANKS

JJ Maybank

John Booker Routledge

Rafe Cameron

ONCE UPON A TIME

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Killian Jones

Peter Pan

REIGN

Francis Valois

James Stuart

Sebastian de Poitiers

#peter pan #sherlock holmes #obx #ouat #teen wolf #derek hale #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #killian jones #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #harry potter #draco malfoy #fred weasley #charlie weasley #reign cw #francis valois #sebastian de poitiers #jj maybank #john b routledge #rafe cameron #anne with an e #gilbert blythe #billy andrews #cole mackenzie #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton

[tangledstarlight]

apparently it gets to the last week of october and all i want to think about is being human uk and how i can turn it into an au for whoever is living in my head rn

#like. jatp being human au works so well and it’s been living in my head for 2 years #bUT!!! captain swan being human au??? a version of annie and mitchell that get their happy ever after??? #ghost emma who spends all her free time making coffee she can’t drink and vampire killian who chokes down the overly sweet coffees so #she doesn’t feel sad about it going to waste #idk who the werewolf/george would be. maybe will since my man is already tom who i LOVE MY DUMB LIL WOLF BOY😭😭 #anyway. there are several being human aus living in my head rn😌

[entertainingsimmer]

The youngest of the Cullen-Murdock clan! @piratepxls

#au wolf #au remi #au penelope #au killian #au julietta #entertainingsimmer #mine #sims 3 #rp #queued #irisxmax #juliettaxrp #wolfxrp #penelopexrp #remixrp #killianxrp #killian cullen-murdock #killian murdock #remi cullen-murdock #remi murdock #penelope cullen-murdock #penelope murdock #wolf cullen-murdock #wolf murdock #julietta cullen-murdock #julietta murdock #only missing gabrielle and lucifer #♥ #piratepxls

[oflowtides]

closed thread for @hauntcdtales (wolf) location: bluebird cafe

Making friends was still a new thing for Killian; despite having lived in Notting Hill for almost two years, he could count the friends he had on one hand. However, Wolf seemed just as much of a loner, so it was nice that the two could, at the very least, just sit together and eat while quietly catching up.

"How's things at the shelter?" Killian broke the silence first, eager to hear about the other's adventures in animal watching. "I've been thinking about dropping by and seeing if they could use any more volunteers."

#killian daniels ; threads #killian and wolf 1

[askthelovenest]

👀

HOW IS HE SO ATTRACTIVE?! The lighting, his hair? HIS NOSE???? I'm so feral about this mans.

#ask the love nest #selfship game #selfship #selfinsert x canon #selfinsert #mrs fox and mr wolf #spies in disguise #sid killian #killian osmond

[shelbgrey]

Aesthetic Boards:

🔬BONES💀

Dr. Lance Sweets:

Dating mood board

My Boys aesthetic

Agent Seeley Booth:

His aesthetic

Dating mood board

Updated aesthetic of my favorite agent

Agent James Aubrey:

His aesthetic

Dating mood board

Dr. Jack Hodgins:

His aesthetic

Big brother aesthetic

Dr. Wendell Bray:

His aesthetic

Dr. Vincent Nigel-Murray:

His aesthetic

Dr. Camille Saroyan:

Her aesthetic

Dr. Arastoo Vaziri:

His aesthetic

Angela Montenegro:

Her aesthetic

Dr. Temperance "Bones" Brennan:

Her aesthetic

🌲Twilight🍎

Emmett McCarthy Cullen:

His aesthetic

Carlisle Cullen:

His aesthetic

Husband moodboard

Jasper Whitlock Hale:

The cowboy's aesthetic

Edward Anthony Mason Cullen:

The Brooders aesthetic

Rosalie Lillian Hale:

The queen's aesthetic

Esme Ann Platt Cullen:

Mama Cullen's aesthetic

Mary Alice Brandon Cullen:

Her aesthetic

The Denalis:

Eleazar Denali:

His aesthetic

Tayna Denali:

Her aesthetic

Kate Denali:

Her aesthetic

The wolf pack:

Paul lahote:

His aesthetic

Leah Clearwater:

Her aesthetic

Seth Clearwater:

His aesthetic

Jacob Black:

His aesthetic

🗡️Once upon a time 🍎

Robin Hood:

My Boys aesthetic

Robin dating Hooks sister mood board

Killian Jones:

His aesthetic

New aesthetic

David Nolan:

My favorite prince's aesthetic

August W. Booth:

His aesthetic

Dr. Archie Hopper:

The cricket's aesthetic

Ruby Lucas:

The beautiful wolf's aesthetic

Snow White:

Her aesthetic

⚔️Supernatural🌘

Dean winchester:

Dating Dean mood board

Castiel:

My angel's aesthetic

Dating aesthetic

Updated aesthetic

Sam Winchester:

The moos' aesthetic

Gabriel:

My favorite Angel's aesthetic

🦸Marvel💥

Marc Spector:

His aesthetic

Steven Grant:

My baby's aesthetic

Tony stark:

Big brother aesthetic

💥X-men:✖️

Scott Summers:

His aesthetic

Dating mood board

Hank McCoy:

My blue baby's aesthetic

🧫Ghostbusters👻

Dr. Egon Spengler:

My love's aesthetic

Dating mood board

Ray Stantz:

The sweet boy's aesthetic

Peter Venkman:

His aesthetic

Winston Zeddemore:

His aesthetic

🏍️The lost boys🩸

David:

My favorite vampire's aesthetic

Mated to David aesthetic

Marko:

His aesthetic

💙Random characters🩵

Ace Merrill:

His aesthetic

Richard Lawson:

His aesthetic

Cliff Booth:

His aesthetic

❤️‍🔥Grey's Anatomy🩺

Dr. Derek Shepherd:

Mcdreamy's McAesthetic

Dating aesthetic

#Aesthetic #Aesthetic Boards #Fandom #Bones #Bones TV show #Once upon a time #Robin hood #Killian Jones #Lance Sweets #Seeley Booth #Jack Hodgins #Camille Saroyan #Twilight #Carlisle cullen #Emmett cullen #The wolf pack #Jacob Black #Seth Clearwater #Temperance Brennan #Vincent Nigel-Murray

[pixelmoon-simmer]

Iris with all her babies! @piratepxls @elysiansimss

#irisxrp #irisxmax #iris murdock #wolf murdock #safiya haywood #killian murdock #julietta murdock #remi murdock #penelope murdock #indigo murdock #lucifer murdock #gabrielle murdock #piratepxls #elysiansimss

[axelwolf8109]

I miss SANITY

#wwe #sanity #eric young #nikki cross #alexander wolfe #killian dain