That original Derek pic demanded a complementary piece, so here they are! Derek’s hell is dark and made of memories, of the crushing weight guilt, pressing in on him. It’s made of shadows that drag him down, down, down, crushing him, drowning him.
Stiles’s hell is made of light, not because it’s any less painful, but because he’s becoming weightless, becoming nothing. He’s losing himself, adrift and dissolving, consumed by the cold fire of the Nogitsune.
((OOC: Just with all the Sirius and Buckbeak stuff being mentioned(ow my heart) I feel I should point out: I’m pretty sure in the books it says that Buckbeak stays in Wulburga’s empty room a large majority of the time they are at Grimauld place. That’s where Sirius retreats most of the time and he retreats often. Buckbeak, the only soul in the house who knows him as he is now. The only one who understands how broken and tired and angry he is. The one who has woken him gently from his raging nightmares and comforts him during his PTSD inflicted panic attacks. Who shelters Sirius with his wings from the smothering darkness of the long hard nights. Buckbeak who looks into his eyes with steadfast friendship and loyalty. Buckbeak who doesn’t require him to be a responsible godfather or greet him with strained smiles and irreparable friendship; or remind him that everytime he looks at that blessed boy whom he loves so dearly, that his best friend is dead, and he has to deal with 12 years of broken promises, birthdays missed, adventures untaken, and hugs not given.
Buckbeak is his main and only source of comfort and healing. Everything else in his life feels broken and he can’t pick up the pieces. ))
Winter is refusing to leave so if you can’t beat them, join them. ❄️
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