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He still didn't understand why Lydia was here or how she found him but he deducted that it had to be her abilities that guided her to his place which wasn't a great feeling. The banshee wasn't one to show up with good news and as peaceful as it had been in the woods by himself, he could slowly feeling that familiar ping of dread in his gut again. Her presence reminded him of what he had left behind; pain, loss, fear, unknown. He preferred what he had now and how different life felt to him.

"Ask me why I left Beacon? There was nothing left for me there and Scott could handle whatever came that way. The town needed a new protector." And Derek didn't want to live in all that misery or hear the whispers that followed him everywhere. People felt sorry for him or they thought he had killed his whole family, there was no in-between.

The wolf listened to her explanation, his head tilting some as she mentioned a home. "A fire in Savannah?" He asked quietly, wondering if she had seen the flames herself or if she was predicting it would happen. The latter got him worried she saw this as his futures which would be fitting since his family had the same fate. "I don't smell any smoke, how long have you been walking?" He used his senses to try and pick up what she might not be telling him but all he could hear was her breathing and her heartbeat. She smelled like the woods which told him that she had been wandering awhile. Her pursed his lips briefly, eyebrows furrowing some. "What exactly did you see, Lydia? Spit it out. I rather know all the details instead of trying to piece it together through cryptic messages."

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The petite redhead stood in the doorway, the cold still tangled in her hair, the night pressed against her back like a thing with weight. And there he was. Not imagined. Not a trick of the dark. Just him — taller than she remembered, barefoot, a faint edge of wariness in his eyes that seemed older than the rest of him. Lydia blinked, once, twice, as though it might make him into someone else entirely. ❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. ❞ She couldn’t have said who it was meant for: Derek, or the strange little current in the world that had led her here.

He moved aside and she stepped in, the air warmer by degrees, carrying the faint, ordinary smell of a house that had been lived in quietly. The mat inside the door was coarse under her bare feet, tugging the damp earth away. She stayed there a while, cleaning away the forest in patient swipes, her gaze half on the ground, half turned to the gap where the night still waited outside. Something about it seemed unwilling to let her go. Lydia let her eyes rest there for longer than was polite, as if she were listening for words that wouldn’t quite take shape. When they didn’t, she closed the door — slowly, so whatever was out there wouldn’t notice.

When he came back, the blanket quickly fell across her shoulders like a small, deliberate kindness, smelling faintly of laundry hung in the sun. She held onto it, fingers pressing into the weave, and followed him into a room that felt as if it had learned the art of keeping to itself. His question came as naturally as breathing. Redhead tilted her head, eyes flicking over him the way a person might study an unfamiliar piece on a chessboard. ❝ 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ❞ It wasn’t an accusation — just an acknowledgement that the world had done something improbable again. She pulled the blanket tighter, letting the corner brush against her mouth for a second. ❝ 𝐈 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭… 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. ❞

She let the words hang there a moment, then gave the smallest shrug. ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡.... 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. ❞ She shook her head, like she’d already said too much. ❝ 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭. ❞ A pause, brief but heavy. ❝ 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭… 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. ❞

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her words made him think briefly about how werewolves were portrayed in movies and how it seemed much more dangerous outside of film for others involved. hunters could use sage against him, other packs could even kidnap her to try and prove some point. he was the least concerning thing in her life which was unlike the hollywood films. he nodded his head, brushing his hand over her cheek gently. "i love every part of you too, sage, and there's no one else i want to be doing this with. you are my person and you are the reason i don't feel alone anymore." it was just as sentimental but it was the truth, she made him feel like everything in the past was just that and he looked forward to the future they had together.

"being in this world has been the easiest decision of my life, derek. sure, it was scary as hell to know all these movies i grew up were somewhat real but it wasn't so scary cause i knew you would be there.you being a wolf is part of you and loving you means loving every part." it's may be an overly sentimental statement but it was the truth. the broken pieces were still pieces needed to make derek whole. "we're going to make this work, derek. you're worth fighting for and so is this relationship. so yeah, i'm going to argue like hell for you to learn you're not alone."

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it was easy to say that he didn't have to run away, it was harder to actually stay. he was used to protecting himself in this way until sage showed him he didn't have to do that anymore. he smiles at her calling him a scaredy wolf before he kisses her back in a deep kiss, his hands brushing along her waist to pull her into him. he feels immensely grounded when they pull apart, his green eyes locking onto her darker hues. "thank you for not letting me escape this like i always have." he speaks softly, sincerely as he understands how to recognize his patterns better now thanks to her. "and thank you for not running from me after knowing everything that i am. this is a huge step for both of us and i know being in this world isn't exactly easy."

"love is always scary but it doesn't mean that you've got to run away. sometimes the best things in life start as something scary." she means that. the whole supernatural aspect to the world was new to her. a bit scary at times when enemies or hunters come and yet, it's brought her some of the best people in her life -- like derek. had she ran away because she was scared, she would have never found the man she loves with all her heart. "come here, you scaredy wolf." she cups his face and drags him forward to press her lips against his.

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he could feel her fluttering around his length even as he fills her, the sensation making his body experience complete ecstasy. it was better than he had even imagined, his mouth devouring her moan before he slows down to a stop. his body is sweaty, his eyes a little glazed over from it all as his breathing becomes regular again. "shit," he says with a bit of a low chuckle in his voice, "if i knew it was going to be this good, i would have tried to make a move on you way sooner." not like he hadn't thought about it, him and celeste had been friends for year and often joked with one another about who the other was seeing.

her walls don't stop fluttering around his length as he comes. his climax only fueling to drag out her own. she can feel the way his cock pulsates as he fills her. releasing all that pent up frustration. it makes her moan into his mouth. the windows of the car are foggy and no doubt if you were standing close to the vehicle you'd hear their sounds and know exactly what was going on. her breathing evens out as she lays back against the leather seats. sweat sticking to her body.

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Derek finally felt at peace being away from Beacon Hills. It had been hard to let go since his family had protected it for so long but the harsh reality was that the town felt more like a burden to him than a home. Memories would flood in whenever he drove around or ran in the woods so a new start sounded better than lingering in a silent misery.

North Carolina was his choice, a different coast and more trees. No one knew him there and he preferred it that way. He picked a spot that was secluded and actually put his money into a building that didn't look like some abandoned warehouse. It took him awhile to get used to having a normal front door, a master bedroom, and a fully stocked kitchen that didn't get raided by a hungry teen that wanted a snack. He had been making his own routines and everything seemed to be peaceful until one night when he shot up in his bed, the hair on the back of his neck stood up as his eyes glowed red.

He could hear her footsteps and he had been familiar enough with Lydia's wandering that his senses were already telling him the banshee had found his new home. He sighed to himself, his half-clothed body slowing getting off his mattress and making its way downstairs to the door, her knocks echoing throughout the place. He didn't bother grabbing a shirt when this wasn't the first time she visited him in the middle of the night. He flicked on a light and opened the barrier between them, his gaze narrowing on the woman out of instinct to assess if any damage had been done. She seemed to be alright minus her muddy feet. "Wipe yourself on the mat, I'll find you some clothes," he said as he stepped aside, already knowing this was going to be a long night as anytime the strawberry blonde appeared, things were not simple. He disappeared to grab a blanket for her, making sure the door was shut when he returned before tossing it over her shoulders.

"If you're here, something must be going on. Not even Scott or Stiles has come looking for me." He moved her towards the living room and took a seat in his favorite reading chair, his eyes still scanning over her as he listened to her heartbeat with his hearing. "What brought you to North Carolina?"

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If there was one thing Lydia Martin excelled at, it was making an entrance. Not in the way people might expect — not grand or glamorous, not the kind of arrival that drew gasps and applause, like some spotlight followed her into every room. No. Those who didn’t know better might imagine she lit up the space just by stepping into it, might believe she carried herself like a queen, dressed herself like a starlet, turned heads without even trying. But they’d be wrong. This redhead specialized in a different kind of entrances — the kind that unsettled. That pulled the air tighter around your throat. The kind that made your skin crawl with goosebumps you couldn’t explain, that sent your bones retreating deeper into your body like they knew something you didn’t. Her arrivals didn’t sparkle, they cracked. Like thunder splitting a war-torn sky. The kind of arrival that felt like a warning from the gods: something is coming, and it’s not leaving quietly.

And this — this was exactly that. She didn’t know where she was. Her feet were bare, streaked with mud and littered with damp leaves and forest debris, clinging to her skin like forgotten ghosts. The night was heavy, thick with cold and silence, the woods pressing in close. Somewhere between Savannah, Georgia ( where she’d lived before the fire ) and the present moment, Lydia had lost the thread of how she’d gotten here. All she knew now was North Carolina. Deep in the woods. Surrounded by trees that felt far too old to be kind.

Her breath fogged faintly as she turned in place, eyes scanning the blackness. Her body, fragile and shaking, seemed to remember the cold before her mind did. Then — a structure. A house, tucked between the trees like it had been left behind by time itself. Was it abandoned? Maybe. A shelter? Possibly. Survival? That came first. Getting out of the woods could wait until morning. She just had to make it to morning.

Lydia darted toward it, her bare feet slapping against the wet earth, across the porch with desperate rhythm. She didn’t hesitate — her fist curled tight and slammed against the door, sharp and urgent.

❝ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨? ❞ she called, breathless ❝ 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞? ❞

Please be empty. Please be abandoned.

❝ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨??? ❞

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TEEN WOLF | 01x03

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her nails dig into his shoulder blades and give him a slight stingy sensation which he enjoyed, his his continuing to press and grind against her own as he thrusted back and forth on top of her body. she tugged his gaze up at her, a little confused at first until he felt the suddenly pulsating and fluttering around his cock, his lips kissing her own eagerly. her hugging him tightly with her walls is what sent him over the edge, his pleasure spreading over his abs and chest as he filled her with him, his movements continuing even as he did so. "fuck," he groaned, bliss surrounding him as he enjoyed the high she made him feel. he began to slow down as his climax lessened, his breathing still heavy and steady against her lips.

her hands grip his shoulder blades, polished fingernails dig into his skin. a coil standing to build in her lower stomach as he continued thrusting into her. every close grind of his hips, his pelvis rubbed against her clit in such a delicious way. mix all of that to the kisses to her neck, she's in bliss. this was everything she had fantasized about and more. she rocks her hips slightly to meet his, just driving her closer to the high she was chasing. she takes one hand and moves to the back of his hair, tugging slightly so that he looks at her and when he does, she kisses him as she cums around him.

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the limited space makes it feel even more intense, their bodies crashing into one another as he drove himself deeper into her. her leg rested against his hip, his hands gripping the seats underneath her body as he marked her skin with his teeth and lips. his breathing is heavy, his heart racing in his chest as the familiar feeling of pressure began to form in his abdomen, the sign that he was close to getting the high he desired. "shit, you feel so good," he groans against her skin, picking up the pace with his movements, the car rocking a bit as he grinded against her faster and with more need.

the tension was too thick to care about anything else besides finally letting go of whatever barrier that they had both put between them. giving in to temptation and desire. all the passion spilling out over. her back arches slightly, given the limited amount of room between their bodies and the small space in the car. lifting her leg up higher on his hip, it only drives him deeper into her. a tumble of moans and sweet mewls. head thrown back as he marks her. "fuck, der."

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he was pulling out the big guns when it came to her because he didn't want to lose her. sage didn't judge him for what he was or where he came from, she accepted him and cared for him even when he felt he didn't deserve it. she protected him in her own way and he was coming to terms with the fact that he couldn't hide from her if they wanted this relationship to truly work. "i love you more than i have ever loved someone before and that is what makes all this feel a little terrifying." he could fight monsters, keep wolves in check, but being vulnerable with sage was harder than all that. violence was easy, love was effort. "can i really kiss you now or are you still upset and need your space?"

it wasn't like derek was some awful boyfriend. he just made dumb decisions because he was so use to being hurt. she's heard the way people talk about him. how the town still views him at times. like he's some monster -- the ones who didn't know he was a wolf -- because of the things that happened to him. he wasn't anything such. sage has watched the way he's sacrifices himself, saves others and does care and look out for the young members of the pack. how he protects her, even if she doesn't need it. how he loves her so effortlessly. sage just needed to remind him that she loved every part of him, wolf and flaws included. "oh i see you're pulling out the big guns for my forgiveness." she teases gently. "i love you too. a lot. more than i've ever loved anyone before."

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there's no thought of a condom in his mind and he didn't have one anyways, not thinking his night was going to end like this when they decided to hang out with one another. he begins to move when she encourages him, the feeling of her hugging his cock so tightly as he slides back and forth into her is addicting. "shit," he mumbles, unable to slow down his hips as he starts to chase that friction he's making with her. he leans his head down to nip at her collarbone and along her chest, marking her as he presses her harder into the seats underneath her.

okay so she should think of a condom but she's too caught up in her lust. in finally giving in and allowing the tension between them to boil over. hiking her leg up and over his hip just helps with the angle, sending him deep into her as he pauses to allow her to adjust. it takes no time at all for her to encourage him to move. she needed him to move. "fuck." she breaths out as the head of his cock brushes against her g-spot. the sounds of their moans and flesh slapping against each other fills the car.