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pretoriafics · 4 years ago

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Teenage Dream Pt. 2 (Interactive story)

Man! I think this one is the most amazing thing I'd ever written! I'll request from all of you guys special attention at the end of this chapter. I'll let you a message, and I'm pretty sure you will love it!

Derek took you to his loft. While you are alone, you start to understand the environment you were now part of. Word count: 2.056 Pairings: Different Dimension!Reader x Derek; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Laura; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Cora; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Talia Contain: It’s pretty fun; AU Warnings: English is not my main language <3 PART 1 ALTERNATIVE VERSION TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

You finally entered Derek's loft. Oh, man... It was just like in the tv show!

You enter the loft just like if you had entered paradise. With your mouth opened in pure fascination, you swirl around your feet while looking around. Derek came just behind you with arch eyebrows. It would be funny if it doesn't be scary.

"Oh. My. Godness. Is it here that all the pack meetings are made?"

Derek didn't reply to you. Instead of it, he just stares at you. He gives a few steps forward, getting closer to you.

"What's your name?"

You swallowed hard. Derek was with his usual cold expression, arms crossed in front of his chest, and no patience for bullshit.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"Good. Look (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you will stay right here. You will not get out, you will not call anyone, or speak with anyone. If you run away from here, I'll kill you faster than you could say to me what happens at season one. Did I made things clear to you?" Shrunken in fear, you just nod, and Derek narrows his eyes to you. "Okay. I need to see someone that you probably know, so-"

"Braeden? Jennifer? Deaton?"

Derek sounds confused to hear the first two names. So, you simply thought that he didn't meet them yet.

"Not of your business."

He gives his back to you, walking out of his loft and closing the door, locking you there. And, wow, you have Derek's loft all for you! Oh man, it just like on the fanfics!

Well, you were curious and excited as hell. Your first thought was something pretty plausible: You used to watch Teen Wolf when you were a teenager. So, being inside the series was just like time-traveling. Smartphones aren't a thing yet, and Dua Lipa music still unknown. As a way to test this theory, you walk in the radio's direction and turn it on. The music that started to fill the room was Friday by Rebecca Black. Yeah, you remind that song, and you instantly felt nostalgic. But it could be just random music on the radio, right?

You switched the radio station, and then Party Rock Anthem By LMFAO starts to play. Well, another song of 2011... But you aren't so sure yet, so you switch the radio station one last time. You almost fell on your back when Domino by Jessie J fills the room. You took a confirmation that yeah, you were back in the 2011's. You are probably during the events of season one.

Well, Scott has just been bit by Peter, Derek just came back from town, and... You are now in the middle of all of that.

"Oh, man!"

You can't do anything for a while. So, all you could do is wait for Derek and whatever he was doing now. You look around while Jessie J sings on the radio, giving you a few nostalgic feelings. Well, you would take a relaxing bath. There's just one problem: All the clothes you have is the one you're wearing now. Without giving a damn, you walk to Derek's wardrobe direction.

"I'm sorry sour wolf, but I'll borrow a few clothes of yours." You open it and take a black shirt. Man, you felt thrilled! "Jeez, this is so like the fanfics!"

You go to the bathroom's direction, taking off your kitten pajama, and putting yourself under the hot water of the shower. Man, Rude Boy by Rihanna starts to play on the radio. You couldn't contain a laugh. It was funny because you were taking a shower and would wear clothes from a legit rude boy.

And, well, you started to sing. It was everything really nice for a few minutes: You were wearing Derek's shirt, listening to a few old pieces of music, and, now, you were in his kitchen making a sandwich.

When you sat on Derek's bed, with your wet hair and your sandwich, Starstrukk by 3OH!3 and Katy Perry started to play. Yeah, that time alone was being nice! You move your body in the music's rhythm while bites your sandwich, still sat on the mattress. You should enjoy that peace while it lasts!

The sandwich was cool, the music either... But you realized that, now, you had a golden chance that every fan would die to have: You are alone in Derek's flat. What kind of things he hides there?

After finishing your sandwich, you look around. You stand up from the mattress and walk around the loft. Getting upstairs, you could find some supernatural books, some weird things that you thought could be some magic stuff, and his laptop. Oh, man! What else hides in his internet searches?

You hold yourself, trying to decide if you should snoop his history on the internet or if you should see what he hides on his bedside table drawer.

When you go downstairs, Animal by Neon Trees fills your ears. You run to Derek's bedside table and opens his drawer. You found his cell phone charger, as well as the laptop one, a coin with a triskelion and... tons of condoms.

Your eyes got widen. This is definitely the kind of thing the TV show hasn't expose.

Also, you noticed Derek's loft needed some... cleaning.

Bored as never before, you walked to the kitchen searching for some cleaning stuff. You found some on a cabinet: A mop and a few other products. Oh, perfect! You took them and, soon, you were sliding the mop through the flat while sings Animal. The flat smells like lavender now, and the floor is so clean that you are proud.

You heard Magic by Rivers Cuomo and B.o.B on the radio, and you sing with the music reminding the parties at your friend's house after school. Suddenly, the door finally opens, and you heard Derek's voice.

"...She's not lying, and I need to know if you already saw something like that before."

You froze with the mop on your hand when you saw Derek. He froze as well. It was understandable: A complete stranger is cleaning his flat and wearing his clothes.

"...Oh, hi! I've borrowed your shirt."

Then, a female voice came behind him.

"There are tons of things that could cause this kind of thing. We need to investigate."

Talia Hale came after his son, as well as Laura and Cora. They also froze with the scene of you wearing Derek's clothes and cleaning his loft. You? Well, your eyes almost had pulled out of your face when you saw them. Talia inhales the air to her lungs, clearly smelling the air.

"Are this... Lavender?"

"Yeah, it is." Laura replied her mom, looking at Derek after that "I think lavender suits you. It's perfect for your flat. It is really your thing, Derek."

You were so confused! What are they doing there? Your chin fell, letting your mouth opened in pure disbelief. Derek rolled his eyes at Laura before look at you again.

"...She'll freak out."

"Oh. My. Gosh. Oh my gosh!!" The mop fell on the floor, and you ran through Talia, Cora, and Laura's direction. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

The Hale women look at each other, and Cora looks at you.

"Well, mom came here to help Derek with, uh, you. And I guess you already know us."

"You shouldn't be here!" You stare at Cora "You should be in South America! And both of you" You stare at Talia and Laura "I can't even talk about you two! Jeez!"

You put your hands on your head, with your mind blowing while the Hale family enters into the loft. Derek turns off the radio before staring at you again.

"I thought you were used to seeing me with them."

You stare at him, with your eyes widen. Your mind was full of theories already.

"Derek, you are definitely not understanding what is happening here. Your family shouldn't be here."

He arches his eyebrows, noticing there's something pretty wrong here.

"What do you mean?"

"Look" You approach them, looking at everyone "I'll do just one question: Did your house was burned some years ago?"

They look at each other, with the engines on their head trying to work. Talia stares at you.

"Yeah, but we had fortunately escaped."

"How about your brother?"

"Peter was the only one that hasn't managed to."

Oh, man... That means one thing. Scared as hell, you sat on the mattress. Derek started to feel anxious and approaches you.

"What's happening?"

You breathe in, staring at the family.

"It shouldn't happen. At the TV show, Talia dies at the fire. Cora ran to South America, Peter got burnt and goes to a clinic, Laura turns herself into alpha, and she stays with Derek. It means that I'm not on the TV Show. I'm inside a fanfic."

Oh, man... It means, basically, that you even haven't so sure about what will happens next. If you were inside the TV Show, you could predict the future. You couldn't do it if you were inside a fanfic.

While you were in complete shock, Talia looks at her family.

"Well... I'll search the most plausible theory of (Y/N)'s arrival. I think we can start looking for some witches near. It can be some work from a coven."

While the Hale family talks about you, you still sat on the mattress, thinking about what the heck was going on. Well, what kind of fanfic did you got into? Was It an insert-reader one, or was It just a common one? Are you the protagonist?

You would test your theory, and you would do it right now.

Knowing the opportunity was just right there, you ran through the flat's door. However, Derek notices your escaping.

"She's running away!"

A mess quickly takes form inside Derek's loft: His announcement made all the Hale run after you, trying to avoid your escaping. They don't know anything about you yet. It could be dangerous to have you simply walking around Beacon Hills.

Fast, you ran through the building until you go outside. A storm quickly takes form, and heavy rain starts to fell from the skies. To everyone's surprise, you stopped in the middle of the asphalt, looking at the sky.

"Hey!" You yelled to something up there "I want a sign! Hey, writer! Readers! Anyone! Am I inside of a fanfic? Answer me! Send me a clue, anything!"

A thunder lightens the skies, and you fell on your knees with a lack of a clue that could help you to find out what was going on. Then, you felt a hand grab your arm.

"Enough, weirdo." Laura said, holding you while the Hale family surrounds you to keep you from running away "You'll stay inside the loft."

With all the last hopes of yours, you look up from the skies. The rainwater runs through your body while you wait. You just want a sign! A clue!

Then, you thought you had seen something. Laura pushes you, making you stand up from the asphalt. And when she was started to drag you to the loft again, you saw something falling from the sky. Derek saw it too.

"Laura, wait."

Everyone looks up, noticing what the heck was that: It was a post-it paper falling from the skies in your direction. When it came close enough, you took it.

Man... When you read it, your face became pale as a candle, and you simply pass out on Laura's arms. Caught by surprise, Laura holds you while everyone runs in your direction. Cora took the post-it paper from your hand and, when she read it, she stares at her family completely incredulous.

"What?" Derek looks at her, in urgency to know what was that. Cora swallowed hard, starting to read the post-it paper out loud.

"Here says: Author's note: Yeah, you are inside a fanfic. Author's note two: Your story has just started, girl."

Yeah, for sure, the Hale family stares at each other in complete shock. Of course, they weren't expecting that your call for a sign would be replied to. Especially by me, the author of your story! Ha! And honestly? I'll think carefully if I'll help you during your journey inside your favorite TV Show, because, honestly? I'll not let things easy for you.

FINAL AUTHOR'S NOTE Here's the thing about this series: I'm the author mentioned at the end of this chapter, y'all are the readers mentioned in the story AND the (Y/N) of this story. Consider that the (Y/N) is the "you" from a different dimension, okay? Why should you consider this: Because you all can communicate themselves with the (Y/N) of that story! At every ending of the chapter, I'll request you to send me something to help the (Y/N) inside the story. You will send it through my ask, right here. Well, the (Y/N) has requested to the readers sent her a sign that she is really inside of a fanfic. Send me your clue for (Y/N) through my ask, and I'll put it on the next chapter to makes her freaking out.

I'll be waiting for y'all!

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princecharmingwinks · 5 years ago

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Sterek Fic Rec - December 2020. We made it! It is the final month of this uber crazy year. And what better way to end the year except with....Sterek! Some are Christmas themed, some are not (since I know not everyone celebrates Christmas). I’m really excited to see all the new fics going through for Christmas this year that haven’t been posted yet so I’ll try to reblog as many as I can. Hope whatever you are doing to celebrate (or not) this December is perfect). Onto the list!

You put a Hallmark on my Heart by giantteenwolforgy (1/1 | 3,325 | Teen)

Stiles is funny and smart and kind and is also his daughter's teacher and his boss's son. On the list of people who are off-limits, Stiles has held the top spot for as long as Derek has known him.

Since Derek is Derek, Stiles also happens to rank number one on the list of people Derek is in love with. Seriously. His life is like a bad Hallmark movie.

What They Don't Have by Little_red_2000 (1/1 | 1,340 | General)

Stiles has to find a gift for Derek for Christmas. He chooses himself.

Hallmark Cliché by rieraclaelin (1/1 | 969 | General)

“Daddy, it’s snowing,” Lila said.

“Baby, it doesn’t snow here. You know that,” Stiles said as he looked back over to Lila.

“But it is, it really is! I asked Santa for snow yesterday, and look!” She pulled the curtains away from the window so Stiles could see outside, and what the hell? Those were definitely snow flurries.

Between Dogs and Wolves by artemis69 (1/1 | 25,934 | Teen)

"This is…not four million in cash,” remarks Stilinski.

“Isaac. Did you fail to get my money back and decided to pick up a stripper on the road to bribe me? Because let me make this perfectly clear: this would totally work. Well done.”

The mafia!AU where the Hales owe four million to the Stilinskis, Laura rents Derek (but not as a stripper), Stiles gets a new favorite, Derek gets a new boss, a new puppy and a new family.

Sometimes they break people, but mainly, they just snark at each other.

Ships in the Night by whenshewrites (4/4 | 12,677 | Mature)

Stiles was pretty sure he had a message on his forehead that read “Kidnap Me’ because shit like this kept happening. He was fully prepared to be thrown in cell, hitting the cement floor with a curse and a grunt. But he wasn’t prepared to hear a growl when the door slammed closed. Or feel calloused fingers tug at the blindfold around his eyes.

“Derek?”

People Are Dying, Derek! by nana_banana (1/1 | 1,762 | Teen)

Shit is going down in Beacon Hills, as usual. Our favorite dynamic duo is on the job, but Stiles thinks Derek should be more focused.

Take Another Little Pizza My Heart by distortedreality (1/1 | 3,224 | Teen)

Stiles decides the best way to woo his Dream Guy, aka Manager ‘resting bitch face’ Derek, is through insubordination and food puns. It goes as well as could be expected.

Alpha Mate by TheRealDanniX (1/1 | 8,224 | Mature)

Five times someone notices Stiles being Alpha Mate & Denmaker and one time Stiles notices it.

All I want for Christmas is to Bake Cookies with You by TuppingLiberty (2/2 | 4,830 | Explicit)

Stiles is upset when Scott can't uphold their Christmas tradition of baking cookies. Good thing Derek's to the rescue! Christmas fluff.

The Christmas Cabin by halcyon1993 (1/1 | 6,181 | Explicit)

For Christmas, Derek whisks his mate away to a remote cabin in the mountains. He has it all planned out: snow, hot chocolate, lovemaking in front of a roaring fire…but most importantly, he has a life-changing question to ask.

princecharmingwinks special mentions (I have waited forever to rec this! It is just a glorious piece of work <3 )

A Christmas Surprise by KatieComma (2/2 | 17,563 | Explicit)

Stiles comes home from Stanford for the holidays and shows up on the front step of the newly rebuilt Hale house.

Derek was not expecting him.

Stiles barges in and plans to deck Derek's halls because he's a grinch who doesn't plan to decorate.

Merry Christmas one and all ! Hope your final days of 2020 are filled with many loving memories. Please remember to leave kudos and comments for our fabulous writers. Happy reading!

#sterek #fanfiction #fic rec #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #princecharminglists

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dearericbittle · 5 years ago

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After summers of fasting (I feel hunger at last) (1/1)

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Summary: This was the first time that Derek had been forced to go along with the pack camping trip. And now that Laura had decided that Derek would have to share a tent with Stiles Stilinski, it was also going to be the last time. Of course it wouldn’t stop at just sharing a tent, would it? Air mattress, meet claws!

AN: For day 2 of @averystereksummer: Camp/Camping. It’s almost 25k of Derek making sense of his feelings for Stiles. If you like the thing, toss a coin to your author!

Preview:

DAY 1, 3:56 PM

Stiles Stilinski was possibly the worst choice for a camping buddy.

Not that Derek’d had much of a choice. Or any kind of choice, really. He’d gotten a tent thrown at him by his older sister and Alpha, and promptly dropped it on his own feet when Laura told him that he was sharing the damn thing with Stiles.

It was a good thing he healed so quickly, because that had really hurt. For about two seconds.

“This is going to be great,” Stiles bounced around the clearing. “I haven’t gone camping in ages. Because well, Dad’s job kind of makes it impossible for him to go off the radar. He has to be available in case of emergency, even if it’s just by phone. And look: no signal!”

He was obnoxiously waving his phone in Derek’s face, surprisingly happy to be separated from his close relationship with his computer.

Derek had assumed that Stiles wouldn’t want to be out in the wilderness for a week without any cell phone reception or Wi-Fi or most of his favorite things. He had assumed that meant that he’d get to have his own tent, seeing as the couples wouldn’t want him third-wheeling like that. He’d assumed wrong, and Laura had really enjoyed rubbing his face in it.

But then again, that was pretty much what older siblings were for.

It left him frustratedly setting up a far too cramped tent all by himself. Because for some reason Laura had decided that Derek and Stiles got to have the one three-person tent they had. And everyone knew that a three-person tent could barely fit two.

Stiles probably flailed in his sleep as much as he did when awake. There was not going to be any room for him to do that without hitting Derek. Non-stop.

Was it too late for him to run back to civilization with his tail between his legs?

Read the whole thing on AO3

#avsscamp #sterek #when i write the things #eternalsterek #a very sterek summer

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lifebeginsbyleaving · 6 years ago

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Spooky ol’ woods alone

Derek is the worst boyfriend ever, and Stiles will be so disappointed in him.

***AN*** I wrote this for last years spooky week (so its not that good), but didn't finish it till months later. So here ya go.

Also I’m sure you've seen it but this is the best, so watch it again.

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DEREK P.O.V. To say I was stressed was an understatement. I was frantic. I mean the desperation in my eyes would normally make Erica laugh, but apparently holding a couples costume of a slutty nurse and a doctor in one hand, and peas and carrots costumes in the other made her take pity on me.

"Put that back you know Stiles would say something like that it's unfair the gender roles enforced on people and that how the woman being slutty and not the man is completely bogus and he'd make you wear the nurses outfit just to prove a point." Her eyes lit up with a devilish glint that matched the horns and tail she was wearing. "On second thought-"

"You're right." She deflated a bit as I set it back on the shelf. "But the only other one they have is this one. Erica, we can not throw a Halloween party that will out do Lydia's from last year dressed as vegetables!"

"That's why Boyd ordered our costume weeks ago. Why didn't you?" I sighed as I realized how terrible of a boyfriend I am and doubled down on my effort to search every shelf in the last store in Beacon Hills.

"Because I looked and looked and I couldn't find anything that meant enough, so I just stopped looking thinking I'd eventually think of it. And then it was two days before so I rushed a Han and Leia costume. But then Scott showed me pics of him and Allison dressed up last year as them and Stiles went as Chewie. And now we're here in this fucking store that has gender roles and healthy foods! God I messed up. I just wanted to find something special, you know something that I saw and it was just, us. Something that would make stiles happy."

"You, you big dork. You, make Stiles happy." Half my face lifted with the hope that statement brought and half fell knowing I don't deserve him which resulted in a face I'd imagine looked like I was constipated.

"Ugggggh. That's not good enough."

"Why? Why are you making such a big deal of this? It can't be the party because no one expects you to throw a better party than the queen herself. Is it because it's your first Halloween together?"

"No, well sort of. Look, a couple months back Stiles was over watching tv and he was looking for something to watch. As he was scrolling he paused on nightmare before Christmas. I joked that it was to far away from Halloween to watch it, and then he smelled of sadness so I thought maybe he really wanted to watch it. I apologized and said we could watch it if he wanted to. But then he just held the remote and looked at the carpet as his scent alternated from sad to happy. I was about to ask him what was wrong when he quietly spoke. 'Me and my mom used to watch Halloween movies together.' I just understood instantly. There are things that are personal and special, some you share some you don't. I wanted to be there, but I didn't want to pressure him so I told him how Laura, Cora, and my mom used to say they were the witches from hocus pocus and that they'd eat me if I wasn't good."

When I looked up I could see Erica's face soften into a fond smile. I continued my search on the bottom shelf of aisle nine and my story.

"And then he told me how they would hide the candy from his dad and eat it and watch Halloween movies while he was on night shift. Then I told him about the year I went as a tax consultant because Laura dared me to. He talked about how he went as a sheriff five years in a row until he outgrew his originally way too big uniform."

Also about how his dad would pin his badge on him and it made Stiles feel like he could protect people someday just like his dad. And I admitted that it made me feel important, like the pack trusted me to be responsible when I took my cousins out trick or treating, but those were not things I wanted to tell Erica just then so I went on.

"At some point he had turned on the movie with it playing in the background we just went back and forth all night talking about our favorite Halloween traditions. When silence finally fell we realized the movie was over and half way into the next. In the silence I ached for old memories and I could tell he did too."

Erica didn't know what to do with my sadness so I told her what Stiles did.

"In true Stiles fashion the silence didn't last long. He told me that he wanted to have more happy memories on his favorite holiday. Our favorite holiday. He said maybe two people who were too sad to celebrate because they lost people could celebrate together. And so I asked him if he wanted to plan a party with me." I looked at her after I finished glancing at the last aisle.

"Oh my God you are the worst boyfriend."

"Ugggh. Erica, bad friend. Make me feel better."

"No, you totally screwed this one. Batman deserves better." She finished right as we were putting the completely useless cart back while walking out the door.

"See! Even you have a thing you could do. You be Stiles' boyfriend you'd have Batman and Catwoman costumes already." She rolled her eyes at me.

"One, Boyd wouldn't be very happy. Two, Stiles loves you not me. And three, you know after a few shots Stiles would want to switch costumes and he'd look better than me in it which is not allowed."

"Erica it doesn't matter if he loves me or not he put me in charge of costumes after he found out I made one of Cora's, he's going to be destroyed when he finds out I couldn't do the one thing he trusted me completely with."

"You made one of Cora's costumes?" I turned to her as we approached my car.

"Erica!"

"Okay fine." We got settled in the car as I started it. "You know he trusts you right?" I was pretty much resigned to her terrible advice by now but I figured she'd try harder than that.

"Erica stop making it worse."

"Just answer."

"Yes he does. Which is why I'm such a terrible boyfriend we've established this."

"Right he trusts you, but he's still Batman and Batman always had a backup plan. I wouldn't be surprised of he had two pairs of costumes not just one ready to go."

"You're right, but that's worse I couldn't even get one costume and he got two and I was in charge of it! That's it I'm not going to the party so he can't breakup with me."

"You have to go. He's not going to break up with you. Look Derek if you just explain he'll understand. Your heart was in the right place." I sigh and nod knowing she's right he will understand but he'll still be disappointed in me. I hear my phone buzz with a notification.

"Can you check that."

"Yeah. It's from Stiles." I take a deep breath.

"What does it say?"

"'Can you pick up more cashews babe?' Why does he need cashews?" I put on my turn signal as I reply.

"His mother used to make homemade chocolates on Halloween and bear claws are his dad's favorite."

STILES P.O.V.

I get chocolate all over my phone as I send the text. I hum along to spooky scary skeletons as I finish up the latest batch of treats. Just as I'm swatting away Scott and Isaac's hands I hear my phone chime. I give them both a glare that says I see your fingers in my chocolate one more time you're losing them and check my phone.

"No problem sexy." Derek calls me sexy but never like that.

I type out a quick reply before putting my phone away. "Thanks Erica."

I complete the last batches of chocolates I can make without the cashews and turn off the burner. There isn't a single counter space that isn't covered in some sort of chocolate or another. I wonder if I made too many. I definitely made too many. What if I didn't make enough? What if I didn't make enough of a certain kind and they all get eaten first because the rest are gross? What if they all are gross? I sample a chocolate and moan around the taste of sweet cocoa decadence. Not gross, perfect.

A crash comes from the living room followed by a suspiciously rushed statement. "It wasn't me." I go out to fix what ever broke and put the finishing touches on everything.

"What did you idiots break."

"Boyd broke the remote."

"Uh-huh I'm sure he did. Boyd you're a disgrace." He didn't even look up from his book as he replied completely deadpan.

"I feed off chaos." I smile as I snatch the remote from Issac.

"Hey! I was trying to fix it. But I'm pretty sure the batteries don't fit anymore." I roll my eyes.

"You'd think if you guys broke the remote as often as you do at least one of you would learn how to fix it. Or does Jackson have the one brain cell you all share, right now?" Scott interrupted all the shouts of protest and indignation.

"Allison is here!" I poured all the chips into bowls as I waited for my turn to hug Allison.

"Stiles you don't have your costume on yet." She said as she hugged me.

"Derek is bringing it. I love yours though I just thought Scott felt like wearing a dress but he must be Maid Marian. Wow! That's a real bow."

"Yup."

"Somehow I keep thinking you can't get any more badass and then you do."

"Thanks Stiles. Oh you have something on your face."

My eyes widen and I see Scott race to his feet. I take a breath to act cool and wipe it on my sleeve. "Oh thanks."

"Stiles was that chocolate? Allison was it chocolate?" He whips his head back and forth between us instead of answering she just turns away to not get involved in it.

"It wasn't chocolate Scott."

"It better not have been Mr. No one gets any till every one is here not even me."

"God Scott it wasn't chocolate."

He squinted at me. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"Because I'm your bestfriend and I wouldn't lie to you."

"Breath in my face." I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. I breathed out a big breath.

"There."

He wrinkled his nose. "I don't know what I'm more concerned by, the fact that you just breathed out in my face knowing even someone who isn't a werewolf could smell the chocolate on you or the fact that you did it with such confidence."

"I was hoping conviction out weighed evidence."

"Don't let your dad hear you say that."

I finished handing out the chocolates one per person as Lydia suggested after everyone's unending whining.

Then I checked the clock only forty minutes till the party starts. Some people will probably get here early. I hope our costumes don't require a lot of effort. Derek is cutting it kind of close. And I can't wait to see our costumes. I'm bouncing out of my skin. I wonder if he made them. No that would be too much work. He probably got them online. Or maybe he went to a really big store and looked through every one until he found them. Or maybe he bought them piece by piece. I was brought out of my little daydream by Isaac saying they were here.

I ran to the kitchen and threw my apron in, then ran to the door to wait patiently while tapping my foot. I was about to rip open the door to shout what's taking so long when it swung open. Erica walked in and passed me she was wearing the devil to Boyd's angel. I turned to see her lay herself over Boyd. "Nice to see you too Erica." As I turned back I smiled seeing who I'd been waiting on coming up the steps.

"I didn't think there'd be that many options for cashews and after five minutes of debating Erica chose for me. If I got the wrong ones I can go back." He was looking down in the bag like they would magically change into the wrong ones if he didn't keep an eye on them. I stepped out on to the porch and closed the door behind me. "Stiles you'll get col-" I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him backwards till I hit the door and went up on my tip toes to kiss him. I kissed him till when we parted harsh warm breaths fanned across our faces.

"You better not let me get cold. That'd be rude, especially after I missed you so much."

"You taste like chocolate."

"And you taste like that bubble gum Erica buys, but only ever shares with you and Boyd."

"I'm going to kiss you again."

"As you should." This one was short, but after I couldn't fathom how I was supposed to open my eyes and end the moment. He bumped our noses together.

"Stiles we should go back in your nose is cold." I hugged him and buried my nose in the super werewolf heat of his neck.

When I spoke my words were muddled by being squished against him. "We should, before they figure out I pulled you out here to make out."

From inside we heard a yelled smartass comment. "We're werewolves Stiles, we could hear you."

I yelled back. "Can you hear me flipping you off Scott?" Derek chuckled and unwrapped himself from me, which I did not appreciate.

He opened the door for us. And as we walked in the bag of cashews hit the door frame and I remembered. "Oh, you forgot to grab our costumes from your car." His face switched to one of discomfort. "Don't tell me you forgot them at your loft."

"They aren't at my loft." Now I was confused. "Stiles we should head upstairs."

"Derek I know my room is soundproof but do you really want to have sex no-"

"Gross."

"Tmi."

"No Stiles that isn't wh-"

"Oh! I can't believe I didn't think to look! I told you we were all getting ready in my room, so you hide them there." I turned to run up the stairs as he called after me. "Come catch me if you don't want me to find them." The bastard took his time coming up the stairs like he thought I'd never find them. I smiled as I ripped clothes out of my closet trying to get a glimpse of something that could be a costume.

"Stiles." He said it in his exasperated tone the one he saved for when he really didn't know what to do.

"Alright fine. You don't want me to find them. Then show me." Normally my gleeful smile and antics would bring a scowl hiding a smirk, but this time it was a pinched brow and sadness in his eyes. My smile dropped. "Der, what's wrong?" I brought up my hand to cradle his cheek, and he looked away from me.

"I didn't get them." I was confused.

"What?"

"I fucked up. I'm sorry I didn't the costumes." He looked so broken so I took a breath to keep my sadness and anger from overwhelming both of us.

"Why." It was his turn to take a deep breath, one that made it seem like he was gathering courage.

"Because of a million different reasons. At first I just thought about the basics do we want to go sexy, funny, elaborate? Then when it was time to start looking for one and I just knew it had to be perfect. It had to be us. We're not the ketchup and mustard couple or the peanut butter and jelly couple or the- or the-"

"Or the salt and pepper couple."

"Yes perfect and we're not the slutty nurse and doctor couple either."

"Of course not because that is an old gender role shitstorm of a costume idea that needs to die in a hole."

"Exactly and then I thought about making one, but how am I supposed to make a costume that perfectly represents us when you're so you and I'm so me and I don't know how that works in real life much less in a fucking costume! And soon enough it was too close to make something. And then it was close enough to need to be overnighted. And then Scott showed me pictures of him, you, and Allison last year so that was out. And th-"

"You got us Han and Leia costumes?"

"Yeah but we can't do that because you and Scott have a rule of not doing each others costumes."

"No we can't."

"And then it was Halloween and none of the stores in Beacon Hills had good costumes. I just wanted it to be good for you. For us. This is such a big deal for so many reasons. It's your first time actually celebrating not just wearing a costume since your mom. It's my first time even going anywhere near anything with Halloween since my family. It's our favorite holiday. It's our first Halloween together. It's our first party we planned together. And I couldn't fit that all into a costume so I just gave up and you deserve so much better. I'm the worst boyfriend in the world."

I walked up to him to get him to look up from the floor and into my eyes. "Hey, hey, hey. No room for that mister. You are not the worst boyfriend. You just put too much pressure on yourself. Derek it doesn't have to be perfect. Isaac is dressed as fucking blue. And quiet frankly I don't think he's getting that paint off any time soon."

I count his slight smile as a victory so I continue.

"I do agree that it should be us though, but it doesn't have to be all of us at one time. That's impossible unless we dressed as ourselves. But that's the point of Halloween you get to be someone else or just a part of you that you don't normally get to be."

"You're right. I'm an idiot. And I ruined the party."

"You did not ruin the party. We'll figure something out."

"Aren't you upset with me?"

"I'm just upset that you didn't ask me. That you stressed about this for that long and didn't tell me. So next year just ask."

"Next year? You mean you're not going to break up with me?"

"You're stuck with me, and about eight thousand chocolates."

"What?"

"I have a confession to make or rather I made too many confections. I remember those raspberry things are Laura's favorite, maple are your dad's, cherry cordial mom, Cora the heathen likes dark chocolate. But I couldn't remember what you said your favorite was. So I kinda make every chocolate known to man. Then bought all candy the store had. Whoops?"

"How come you're stuck with a I messed up the one thing I did solo boyfriend when you're a whoops I made too many chocolates boyfriend?"

"It must be to balance out the you getting up early in the morning to make me breakfast, or maybe your super hotness, or maybe your magic di-"

He looked at me fondly As he interrupted. "I don't know how I deserve you."

"And I don't know how I deserve you."

"I'm serious Stiles I messed up and you're just-"

"Loving you anyway? Derek, it's okay. I didn't know what to do so I made and bought everything. You didn't know what to make or buy, so you didn't buy anything. We both had different ways of doing things. We didn't know how to make each other happy, so we stressed about it. But it doesn't matter, we're new at this. We're new together. We'll learn. We have time." I don't think I've ever seen him smile that big. "What? Derek did you not think we'd have time? Do you not want ti-"

"I love you too. I don't know if you meant to say it. If you meant it like that. Or even if you mean it. But I love you."

"Wha- Oh." I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers. "It wasn't meant to be said like that, but I do mean it." He smiles wide enough to show off his bunny teeth, and suddenly his free hand is pulling my head towards his and our lips meet in something the romantics have for centuries called a head on collision.

"Ow!"

"Sorry." He tries again slower this time. Soon enough I'm melting into it, but someone must have forgotten rule one of chocolate making. Low temperature with constant stirring. Because pretty soon I'm burning. Our hands are no longer joined in favor of feeling each other up like over eager TSA agents. He squeezes my ass hard enough for me to know if I don't stop this soon little Stiles won't get the memo that we have a party about to start downstairs and not in the way he wants.

"Der, come on we have people downstairs." With my lips moving he has found purchase on a very sensitive part of my neck. I indulge him a little longer, and allow him more room to work with by baring my neck. I know he loves it. He growls. Honest to God growls! I laugh at his behavior that is usually reserved for mind bending orgasms or fits of jealousy. "Der, you know I think it's hot when you do that, but not now. We have to stop." He starts kissing me again, but this time it's filthy. He starts pushing me back while following tightly. When my back hits the wall it jars our lips loose long enough for me to suck in a gulp of air. Immediately after, he steals my breath again as he lifts me up two hands on my ass. My legs wrap around him on instinct. He starts harshly grinding his hips into mine. "Derek, Oh my God Derek!" My head clunks against the wall and tilts up as I thank the lord I invested in soundproofing my room. "What- Oh fuck! What has gotten into you?" I tilt my head back down to look at him and I startle at his half shifted face.

"Jesus!"

My shock fades and I laugh again. I love finding out new triggers for the more animal side of him. "Do tell, what has got you so worked up this time? It's not that cologne. Or that pair of jeans. Or th-" I look him straight in the eyes. "Is it because I told you that I love you?" His answer is a flash of definitely not green eyes and a sharp hip thrust. "Fuck! Stop doing that." Damn it I really don't want him to stop, but we have things to do. He growls and does it again. "Okay that's enough." I tap on his mouth intill he opens up and shows me bunny teeth. Then I tap on his ears and they slowly lose their edge. I tap on one of his arms and he digs his fingertips into my ass to rudely show his claws are put away. Next is his sideburns and with them his whole face goes back to normal. His hips have slowed to a gentle rock, but by now people have to be arriving so they need to stop. I tap on his hips, he stops. His chest is heaving harder than it does for most of his workouts. His voice is hoarse as he speaks.

"Sorry for losing control like that."

"Don't be sorry that you did that, be sorry that it wasn't at a time when we could finish it. If it was any other time I would have loved to been fucked like that."

"Oh yeah? The sideburns do it for ya?" He asks with a teasing tilt to his voice and face.

I respond to his joke with honesty. "No. It's the fangs. But you know that chompy." He nips at my neck and my dick jumps. "Okay I love being between a wall and a hard dick, we both know this. But it's doing absolutely nothing to kill little Stiles' mood." He huffs and tucks his face into my neck. "No, bad Derek. Drop it." He licks a stripe up my neck in retaliation. I unwrap one of my hands from the back of his neck to tilt his chin up so I can give him a soft kiss. Then I tap one of the hands he currently has glued on my ass and he reluctantly lets me down. "Thank you."

We're both trying to calm down so he asks a question to distract us. "So what the fuck are we going to do about costumes?" I smirk at him.

"Don't worry I already figured it out.

"You had a backup plan this whole time?"

"No, I thought of it just now."

"Just now, like now now. Or when we almost had sex?"

"When we almost had sex."

"Ho-I-Wh- You know what? Okay. I accept that I'll never know how your mind works. Stiles what is your idea?"

"Well it came to me when you flashed your ey-"

"Baby."

"Yes?"

"The short version please."

"Little red and his big badass wolf."

He scoffed "No Stiles." I ironically gave him puppy dog eyes. "It's offensive."

"Well you know what I find offensive? My boyfriend forgetting costumes." His shocked and betrayed face was priceless.

"I did not forget!"

"And isn't that almost worse?" He let out a breath.

"So do you have ears for me or something?"

"Derek. Sweetie. You have fucking ears."

"Wha- That's your plan! Just have me partially shift? Wow genius idea."

"I know. I had a really hot muse." He let out a soft chuckle and looked at me with fondness.

"Alright what about you red? I'm assuming you don't have a slutty little red riding outfit just hanging around?" I lifted an eyebrow in challenge as I sauntered to my closet.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Oh I really fucking would." I pull out my red hoodie and ripped jeans for me and an old ripped and blood stained shirt for Derek.

"Too bad. I'm thinking a badass modern day red for today. With a misunderstood werewolf boyfriend." He comes up behind me as I lay it on the bed. He hugs me from behind as he says in my ear.

"Does that mean I can still gobble you up later?"

As he presses a kiss to my neck I complain. "That so nearly didn't work for you."

"Really? How about, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow you."

"That's from three little pigs not red riding hood."

"I get around."

"Oh really? Well get around to getting changed. I have to find my bat. Lydia said there was some leftover fake blood and make-up in the bathroom."

All said and done I think I did pretty good. My jeans look great so does the split lip. And I did such a good job on the only kind of bruising that Derek's werewolf healing can't make go away. So I sat on the counter waiting for Derek. He was looking in the mirror at both of us with a furrow in his brow. He caught my eyes. Then he spoke.

"Do you think we look okay? Are you disappointed?" Pulled him in between my legs.

"Yes, we look more than okay. It's very us. No, I'm not disappointed. How could I be? It's Halloween. I'm celebrating it again and with you. I'm about to make all the parents on the block hate us by handing out way too much chocolate. I have the kind of boyfriend that doesn't just pick out the first costume he sees, but was so worried about it he couldn't even pick one. I'm about to eat my body weight in chocolate. I'm about to go downstairs to see my friends and family. I'm about to watch all the best Halloween movies. I'm hopefully getting a blow job from the big bad wolf tonight. I'm happy. And I'm inlove with my boyfriend." I added the last one just to see the reaction, and his flashing eyes was a welcome outcome. "Oooo save that party trick for scaring the naughty kids." He hugged me and I laid my head against his shoulder, careful not to smudge any blood.

"I love you too." I smiled into his shoulder at his words.

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robbiekaysfavoritelostgirl · 6 years ago

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An OverProtective Derek is a Scary Derek

Plot: Your Derek’s little sister and after everything that has happened to your family, he is super overprotective of you, doing whatever he thinks he needs to in order to keep you safe. This also includes keeping you at a safe distance from all boys. But when Stiles starts coming over with Scott, he soon realizes that it’s keeping you at a distance will no longer work, so he tries a new tackett.

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Characters: Scott, Derek, Stiles

OC: Y/n Hale

Requested: Yes, but my computer glitched and I lost the screen shot of the request so I had to type it from the screenshot I took on my phone. This is also not the only time I have written this thing. Fourth time’s the charm???

A/n: This turned out a lot longer than I first expected so this is part one.

The night of the fire:

“Maybe you should call Derek.” My best friend Crystal suggested, her voice so soft that I could barely hear her over the sounds of her fighting parents. I nodded and quickly picked up Laura’s cell phone, punching in Derek’s number before putting it to my ear. As I knew he would, he picked up on the second ring, the sound of the party going on behind him muffled as he shouted to be heard.

“Hold on, I can’t hear a thing.” He shouted, his voice filled with annoyance and concern. It was easy for me to imagine the concern on his face as he shoved his way through the packed crowd, ignoring the grunts of pain and the shouted protest. Laura must have been in his line of sight because he shouted her name and then I could imagine her beautiful features turning from happy to concern, as she too began to push herself towards our brother.

“Y/n?” She asked, her voice muffled along with the rest of the party. I could only make it out because I knew it well, had been straining to hear it along side Derek’s. Derek never answered, but I knew he must have nodded because Laura cursed. In my mind eye I could see Laura pushing herself in front of Derek, one hand grabbing a hold of Derek’s sleeve while she cleared a path in the crowd. I could see her face, concern momentarily replaced with annoyance as she shoved aside the party people. I could see Derek, one hand gripping the cell phone to his ear, afraid to drop it among the crowd.

I knew that they had finally made their way outside before Derek had ever spoke, simply because of the fact that the muffled voices and music finally dropped to a volume that would allow my siblings to hear me.

“Alright, now what is going on?” Derek asked, Laura’s voice quickly joining his,

“Is that screaming? Kitten is everything okay?”

“No. Crystal’s parents are fighting and they drunk can you...” I trailed off, staring wide eyed at the door. Things down below had gotten worse. There was the sound of breaking glass and then the steady dripping of blood, the scent of it hitting me seconds after. It was the difference in her mother’s heart rate that told me things were about to get even worse. In the seconds since the glass broke, her mother was suddenly filled with fear. “Derek it’s gotten worse, a lot worse, how soon can you get here? I think things are about to get dangerous.” As I spoke Crystal lost the little colour that she had before she shoved herself off the bed, grabbed my hand and tugged me to the bathroom that was attached to her room.

“I’m on my way, Y/n don’t worry. Here talk to Laura.” Derek replied, his voice suddenly full of anger. I knew that he was going to run here and the fact filled me with some comfort. He would be here soon and Laura would arrive not to long after. I was going to be okay.

“Kitten? Stay calm okay, Derek and I are on our way. Everything is going to be okay.” Laura promised, her voice soft and calming, though I knew it was only for my benefit. We had always known that Crystal’s parents were drunks, which is why whenever Crystal and I had sleepovers it was at my house, never her’s. Tonight was a first, and was only because her parents had promised my mother that since it was Crystal’s birthday and we would be leaving early the next morning, that they wouldn’t drink. Derek and Laura were still against it, hence why they were at a part a few blocks away. Laura didn’t trust them and Derek was against anything that may put me in danger.

The sounds of skin meeting skin, pulled me from my thoughts. I knew Crystal couldn’t here it, hear the change in her mother’s voice as her fear aloud her to be sober, sober enough that she began to move to the stairs. I knew she couldn’t hear the slur in her father’s voice as he told her to move, to let him up stairs but I could and it was enough for me to grab her and lead us to the tub, climbing in and pushing her to the far end, moving so I was in front her.

“Laura I think we may be in danger.” I whispered, my own fear causing my inner wolf to come out. I didn’t try to hide it, Crystal knew and loved me regardless of the fact. The sight of my nails turning into claws only her caused her to pull me against her, her own way of trying to keep me safe.

“Derek is close and I’ll be there seconds after. Everything is going to be okay. Listen try to track Derek like I’ve been teaching you. Close your eyes, relax and focus on Derek. Can you hear him?” I did as she told me and focused, forcing myself to breathe deeply as I tried to find my brother. It didn’t take me long, it was only a few seconds before I could hear his breathing, his heartbeat and the soft whisper of my name. Now that I could hear him, I could tell he was close, only two houses down and quickly closing the distance.

“He’s next door.” I whispered, relief washing over me when I heard him. Even as I spoke though the front door flew open and the familiar scent of my brother hit me. “He’s here.” I sighed, reaching back to grab Crystal before leading us out of the bathroom. As I moved, I listened to Derek, his low snarl when he saw Crystal’s parents, his growl when he heard me open the door to Crystal’s room and began racing down the hall. At the bottom of the stairs was her mother, her long blonde hair a mess as she guarded the stairs. At the sound of our footsteps she turned her head, her gaze meeting mine. Her face was filled with relief and shame and blood, blood that was still flowing from the gash on her forehead.

In Front of her, standing shell shocked at the sudden appearance of my pissed off older brother, was her father. A broken bottle was in his hand, the sharp edges covered in blood. I knew at once that was the cause of the cut and could suddenly see the how it happened. Her father breaking it on his wife’s head, the gagged ends cutting into her skin. I also knew that it was adrenaline that kept her mother standing. Fear for herself and for us propelling her to stand up.

Behind him, anger radiating off him in waves, was my brother. The door stood open, allowing me to see Laura as she pulled up in front of the house. Not bothering to turn off the car before she ran to join us. Before Laura had reached him, Derek was crossing the room, pushing her father up against the wall, one arm pressed against his neck and the other pinning the hand holding the bottle against the wall.

“Y/n take Crystal and go to Laura.” He demanded, his voice shaking with rage. I nodded, gripping Crystal tight before rushing past her mother and into my sister’s open arms.

“Thank god you're okay, when you stopped answering me I fear the worse.” Laura sighed the moment I reached her, her arms holding both Crystal and I tightly against her.

“Sorry I heard Derek reach the house and I just wanted to get out.” I mumbled , allowing her to pull me away so she could lead Crystal and I to the car.

“It’s okay, I knew Derek was here so I knew you were safe. It was Crystal I was worried about.” Laura explained, turning to face my best friend, her voice soft as she spoke. “Are you okay?”

“Just a little shaken. Dad never hurt mom before.” She explained, glancing over her shoulder when the sounds of footsteps came from behind us. When she saw it was Derek, the fear left her. He didn’t say a word, simply scooped me into his arms and held me tight against his chest.

“You okay?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my temple. I nodded, laying my head against his shoulder. Now that I was safe, I realized just how tired I was and tried hard to stifle a yawn. “You sleep, I got you.” He said softly, stepped aside as Laura opened the door. I had expected him to just put me in the back, but instead he kept me in his grasp and slipped in behind the driver's seat, moving me so I was pressed against his side. I instantly curled against his side, my head resting on his chest as he his arm began to rub my arm in comforting circles.

Crystal got in on the other side, pressing herself against my side as she too allowed herself to relax enough to doze. At once I reached out and grabbed her hand, turning to send her a comforting smile as Laura crawled into the front seat of the car. She had just began to drive when I found myself struggling to stay awake, the rhythm of the of car and Derek’s steady breathing lulling me to sleep.

I awoke to Laura screaming, to Derek cursing as he told us to stay in the car, the smell of smoke suddenly filling the car as he jumped outside. At once I was awake and sat up in the car, a scream of my own leaving me when I noticed that we were home but my house was on fire. Flames licked the whole house, but the worst of it was in the basement. That’s where the most of the smoke and flames were coming through.

“Laura is.. are...” I stumbled, trying hard to force some sort of words through my mouth. Laura remained silent, her gaze locked on the burning house in front of us. Beside me Crystal moaned out softly, her arms wrapped around me as she began to apologize, her words making me realize that this was happening, that my house was not only in the midst of burning down but that the soft moans and whimpers I could hear was my family. My family that were trapped inside, that were dying in flames.

Derek returned to the car, tears streaming down his face as he closed the door. I knew then that there nothing to be done, that our family was trapped and to try and save them would only put as risk. At once I curled into his side, watching as Laura got out of the car and climbed in beside Derek, curling into his side.

“The cops are the way. They told us to wait in the car.” He answered, hugging us both to his side. Despite the fact that Laura was older, she clung tightly to Derek, finding comfort in his arms. Once we were settled Laura began to sing, some upbeat song loud enough to drown out the screams of our family.

The cops showed up a few moments later, the fire department following quickly behind them. It took 20 minutes to put out the flames and then another 30 to extract the charred remains of our family. Only our Uncle managed to survive the flames, though he was so badly scarred my siblings forced to me to look anywhere but at uncle Peter.

We stayed in Beacon Hills just long enough to bury our family and see Uncle Peter settled in the hospital before we left, all three of eager to put the town behind us.

Six Years Later

I sat on the small couch in the apartment I shared with Derek, my leg vibrating with nerves as I stared at the phone. Laura was suppose to call, just to check in, to assure both Derek and I that she was fine. She back in Beacon Hills, despite our protests, following an alpha that was killing people. Being an Alpha herself, she assumed she could deal with it. That was almost a month ago and she called daily, up until two days ago. Derek was trying his best to act like he wasn’t bothered but I knew he was just as worried as I was. I also knew that if we didn’t hear from her tonight then we would be returning to Beacon Hills ourselves.

“Staring at it won’t do anything.” Derek said softly, sighing as he sat down beside me. When I didn’t answer, he pulled me against him, holding my head to his chest as his other arm rubbed circles on my back. “It’s okay, Laura is okay.”

“What if she isn’t though?” I whimpered, closing my eyes as I thought back to the time we lived in Beacon Hills. There were hunters then, the Argents mostly, but there. My family tried hard to keep it from me but when I demanded the truth it was Derek who told me, claiming that it would be better for me to know so I can keep an eye out. Rumors are that the Argent’s left shortly after the three of us did, but that was only rumors. They could still be there, especially now, and with Laura being alone her chances of being caught are greater.

“She’s an alpha to darling, she’ll be okay.” He answered, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Now come on, we are going out. Laura will call and she won’t do it any sooner with you staring at the phone.” I sighed, not wanting to leave the house on the off chance our sister arrived but I knew had no choice. Derek would physically carry me out if he thought it was needed.

~~~~~~ The Next Day~~~~~~

I sighed as we passed the sign that welcome us to Beacon Hills, far from pleased at the idea of being back. Beside me Derek let out a small groan himself, his only signalling that he too was displeased about having to return. To much horrible things have happened here and the idea of returning set us both on edge. Laura being missing didn’t help either.

“Okay Laura, we are in Beacon Hills, if you could answer the phone now Der and I would appreciate it.” I told the answering machine, a part of me wondering how many more messages I would be aloud to leave before I got told that the mailbox was full. This was my fifth one, though Derek had left three himself, all of them demanding her to answer because he didn’t want to bring me to Beacon Hills. “We are going to the house aren’t we.” I asked as I hung up the phone, placing it on my lap and continuing to stare at it, willing it to ring.

“That’s were Laura would have gone first. The murders are somehow connected, she was sure of it. It will only be for a few nights. I plan on getting a loft just outside of town for us to stay in.” Derek explained, smiling sadly at me when he noticed me biting my lip. “I can get you a motel room and you can stay there until I get the loft.”

“No, it’s safer for us both to stay together. I’ll manage.” I answered, forcing a brave smile for his sake. Derek nodded, moving one hand from the wheel to hold mine, squeezing tightly as we rounded the corner that would lead us to our house.

“Alright but remember if we run into the Alpha..”

“I’m to run to the car and drive as fast as I can out of town. I know.” I huffed, smiling as I cut him off, clinging to the normal of it. Derek smiled to, his hand still holding mine. I kept my eyes on him, the tightening of his hand informing me that we had arrived. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and turned to what use to be our family home.

We found the top of Laura later that night, or I should I found her. For the sake of covering ground Derek and I had split up, though we both remained on the phone as we carefully walked the woods that surrounded our house. Laura was in the middle of it, the upper half of her body left under a tree. I didn’t stop screaming until Derek arrived and only then it was because he shook me out of it, telling me that we had to bury her. I insisted by the house and he relented, burying her at the corner of the house, ironically a few inches away from the basement window our family had been trapped in. As he made a spiral of wolfsbane covered rope, I made a silent promise to my sister. That I would kill the monster that did this to her myself and that I would make sure they suffered just as much as she did.

#Derek Hale #Derek Hale imagines #Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf Imagines #tyler hoechlin #tyler hoechlin imagines

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 4 years ago

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Do you know of any transgender docs? Could be any character/ship!

Yes I do! (I haven’t read all of them so I can’t vouch for the representation.)

[podfic] A Blessing and a Curse by mothlights

When All the Pieces Fit by NARKOTIKA

(1/1 I 2,695 I Explicit I Sterek)

"Does he even realize? With the cooking and cleaning andandand—now this fucking baby?" Isaac fumes.

Said baby waves its fist in the air, and Stiles bends to haul him onto a hip. The baby babbles something and Stiles nods his head with complete seriousness, as if everything out of its mouth is perfectly sensible and coherent. Then the kid starts mouthing at Stiles' nipple through his dress and everyone goes dead silent.

"I'm going to wife him so hard," Ethan announces, and they all break out into argument over who has the best chance at mating the boy in the river.

Transition by Tigg

(1/1 I 3,708 I Teen I Sterek)

Someone is faced with a transition.

Forty Six & 2 by cacoethes79 (FaeryQueen07)

(1/1 I 7,617 I Teen I No Pairing)

Stiles has come to the realization that he’s going to need to tell the pack that he’s transgender before they find out on their own. He’s only ever told one person before, and he’s still thankful Scott was a true best friend. He only hopes the others take his news as well.

Dude, bro by rosepetals42

(1/1 I 7,960 I Teen I Sterek)

“It’s Mister Stilinski,” Stiles repeats. “That- uh. There’s a mistake. On the paperwork. It’s Mister.” That was all it was. Just a mistake on the paperwork. On the school records and his birth certificate and his social security card. On all the paperwork. But still, just a mistake. That’s what his therapists said. His cells had made a little mistake but it isn’t disgusting or wrong or sick. He isn’t a mistake. Just the papers. His body.

Of Binding and Mates - A story about Love, Binding, and Acceptance by ScarsLikeVelvet

(1/1 I 8,347 I Explicit I Steter)

Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills after a long time way and isn't the person anyone believed to know anymore.

Bond or Bail by 3rdgenderfromthesun

(25/25 I 55,055 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek's inner wolf was whining miserably and he had trouble holding it back. He dealt most often with loss in his job. Parents in tears. Parents screaming, howling, raging for their lost children. He'd never been in this position before; one where he didn't know who was right and who was wrong. The parents had seemed... uncaring. They hadn't even given him all three of their cub's scents. Their home had been unsafe. The cubs sleeping separately, which was often unhealthy for werewolves who needed contact from pack every day. As he slipped around to peer through the window he saw the human slowly stroking their hair and staring down at the cubs as if they were life. That was how a werewolf parent looked at their own cubs, not a sitter or kidnapper with some stranger's young.

the fire's found a home in me by dandelioness

(7/9 I 53,414 I Mature I Chris/Laura)

In which Laura Hale does not die and instead becomes the Beacon Hills Alpha and also the main character. What follows is essentially a retelling of how the events of season one might have gone had there been one (1) relatively competent supernatural adult around to stop Scott, Stiles, and Derek from making Incredibly Bad Choices™.

Prince Among Wolves by Rawren (Deshonanana)

(20/20 I 101,000 I Explicit I Sterek)

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #steter #peter hale #ftm #transgender

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thisdiscontentedwinter · 7 years ago

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Baby Daddy - Chapter 19

You can read it on AO3 here, or find the Tumblr Chapter Index here.

The sheriff doesn’t raise his voice when he’s angry with Stiles, but Laura, sitting in the living room, can hear every word, and every one of them feels like a punch in the gut.

“You said you did this for me, Stiles? Then maybe you should have thought about how I’d feel too. That baby is my grandchild, and you’ve already signed it away. You’d do it again? You have no right to make that choice for me!”

Nobody has told the Stilinskis about enhanced werewolf hearing yet.

Moments later the door to the study slams, and Stiles races up the stairs.

Derek gets up from his seat beside Laura on the couch, and disappears further into the house.

Peter sits on the arm of the couch, and sips his coffee.

“You told him it would be like ripping off a Band-Aid,” Laura murmurs.

“Well.” Peter shrugs and taps his fingers up the side of his mug “What the hell do I know about Band-Aids?”

There’s a challenge in his gaze that belies his flippancy, and Laura closes her eyes to avoid it for a moment, and just listens.

She hears Stiles tramp down the stairs again, and go outside and start his Jeep. Then she hears the sound of another car engine, and moments later Stiles is back, and Deputy Parrish is with him.

The squeak of footsteps on the stairs: Stiles first, and then Derek padding after him.

The low sound of voices from the study: the sheriff and Parrish.

And heartbeats. She can hear all their heartbeats, beating in sync here, and in counterpoint there, each individual beat coalescing into the steady hum of background noise. Her own heartbeat is part of that strange symphony too, and Peter’s. And there’s a new one too: the tiny little squeeze and press of a developing muscle in a body the size of a sweet pea.

She opens her eyes again to find Peter still gazing at her.

“Don’t give me that face, Lulu,” he says. “I’m not the one who can smooth this over.”

Laura closes her eyes again and exhales.

It was never supposed to be this complicated. Stiles was her friend, and she liked talking with him and laughing with him, and her wolf liked the way he smelled. It was a simple equation. Everything is simple for the wolf. Of course, the wolf’s instincts don’t always align with the complex reality of the human world.

This was never supposed to be this complicated, but it is, and Peter’s right. Laura can’t rely on someone else to fix this for her. She’s Laura Hale. She’s the alpha, and she’s going to be a mother, and she needs to step up and make this right.

She opens her eyes as she hears Parrish leaving.

Parrish leans in the doorway on his way out. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Laura manages a smile.

“John wants to see you guys,” Parrish says.

“Thanks.” Laura stands up and walks down the hallway towards the sheriff’s study. Peter follows.

She knocks on the doorframe with her knuckles. “Sheriff?”

He looks up from the paperwork on his desk. “Laura. Peter. Come in. Sorry, I don’t have any spare chairs in here…”

Peter vanishes, and reappears a moment later with two from the dining room.

“So, Parrish brought me copies of the statements from Gerard Argent and his men,” the sheriff says. “They’re being pretty tight-lipped at the moment, but on the plus side, they also haven’t said a word about werewolves.”

“They’re very big on secrecy,” Peter says, and reaches for the statements. “May I?”

The sheriff stares at him for a moment, and then shoves the statements toward him. “Why the hell not? It’s already a goddamn cover up. Tainting your witness testimony is hardly going to make a difference at this point, is it?”

Peter smirks, but keeps his mouth shut as he takes the statements.

Thank fuck.

It’s obvious John Stilinski is a decent guy and an ethical cop, and that everything about this rubs him the wrong way. When it comes to his job, Laura isn’t sure that anybody should try to push him any further than he already feels he’s been pushed.

“Well, if they won’t come up with a motive,” Peter suggests, “then maybe your officers should supply them with one.”

The sheriff raises his eyebrows.

“If I were Deputy Parrish, for example,” Peter says, “I might ask if this was some sort of ransom attempt. We surviving Hales are quite wealthy, thanks to life insurance payouts from the fire. If Deputy Parrish asked if that’s what this was all about, I can imagine that the hunters will be agreeable to that.”

“Why would they be agreeable?”

“Because it keeps werewolves out of the picture,” Peter says. “Which keeps them from being medicated to the gills on antipsychotic meds in prison. And also because if the police think it’s all about the money, then they’re unlikely to dig too deeply for a connection to the fire. I’d rather do a few years for kidnapping than a much longer stretch for eight counts of murder, wouldn’t you?”

Laura doesn’t know how Peter can talk about the fire with such pragmatic detachment, as though it’s something that happened to someone else’s family. As though it’s purely academic.

“Do we still have the death penalty in California?” he asks. “Or was that taken off the books while I was in my coma?”

“We’ve still got it,” Sheriff Stilinski says. “But California hasn’t executed a death row inmate since 2006.”

“Still, not a pleasant prospect, I would imagine.” Peter flips through a few more pages. “If Deputy Parrish gives them the chance to pretend this was a kidnapping, and not them coming back to finish the job they started with the fire, they’ll take it. They’re not fools.”

“And what about the fire?” the sheriff asks. “Aren’t you interested in justice for that?”

“Oh, I’m very interested,” Peter tells him mildly. “But it’s not something I intend to bother the police with.”

“Peter,” Laura says in a warning tone, seeing the flash of anger in the sheriff’s eyes.

Peter smirks.

The sheriff regards them both silently for a moment. “I’ll suggest it to Parrish,” he says at last. “We’ll see if they bite. Meanwhile, there’s still no sign of Kate Argent. She might have left town already.”

Peter’s expression hardens. “She won’t have. Kate Argent has the habit of coming at you in unexpected ways, and she won’t be very happy that Gerard is in custody. She’s still here, I’d bet my life on it.”

“Huh.” Sheriff Stilinski leans back in his chair. “You betting your life on what Kate Argent would do didn’t go so well last time, did it?”

“Not so well, no,” Peter agrees, his top lip curling slightly at the challenge in the sheriff’s tone. “She was supposed to come after me first, not Laura and Derek. She wasn’t even supposed to know about the loft.”

“You’re the tactician, right?” The sheriff leans forward again. “That’s your job in the pack? Your plan almost got you and Laura killed, didn’t it? What went wrong?”

Peter growls, the sound low and ominous.

The sheriff doesn’t even blink.

“What went wrong,” Peter says, “is that the bitch came at me at the loft, and not in my apartment. What went wrong is that there should have been three of us, instead of just the two of us. What went wrong is that I probably led her to the loft myself, instead of avoiding it, because Derek ran and Laura called me, and I didn’t think. I just went straight there, like a fucking idiot. Is that what you wanted to hear, Sheriff?”

The sheriff presses his mouth into a thin line. “You talk a big game, Peter, but you’re not infallible. Your mistakes could have got you and Laura and the baby killed.”

“I know what my mistakes have cost,” Peter says, his eyes flashing. “You’ve seen the autopsy reports from the fire.”

“Yeah, I have,” the sheriff says. “And it’s only pure dumb luck I’m not looking at yours right now. If you want my help on this, and make no mistake, you needmy help on this, then it comes with conditions. It stops. Right now, it stops. These guys go to prison, and it’s done. You understand me? It’s done. No more revenge. No more killings. It’s done.” He gives Peter a moment to growl, and then raises his eyebrows. “So you tell me, Peter, what do you need to happen for you to agree to that?”

Peter exchanges a look with Laura.

“I need Gerard and Kate either in a jail cell or in a grave,” he says at last.

“Okay,” Sheriff Stilinski says. “Then you give me a chance to make that happen.”

Peter blinks, and Laura can feel the faint surprise sharpening his scent. It’s not often that Peter finds himself manipulated into being accommodating, and the speed with which the sheriff got him from smirking at the idea of taking his own bloody revenge against the Argents to agreeing to allow the police to handle it was truly something.

And he only had to drag him a little way through hell to make it happen.

Laura thinks that Peter has possibly underestimated the sheriff, and that he’s as much intrigued by the idea as he is piqued by it.

“Fine,” Peter says at last, sounding almost rattled. “I’ll give you your chance.”

It’s the sheriff’s turn to smirk.

***

Peter leaves to stew, or brood, or plot his revenge against the sheriff—or, Laura suspects, more weirdly, to ponder the dimensions of his newfound admiration for the man—and the sheriff looks at Laura like he expects her to follow him.

“Werewolf hearing,” she says instead. “It’s a thing.”

The sheriff’s brows draw together. “What sort of a thing?”

“A very acute thing,” Laura says. “I heard every word between you and Stiles earlier.”

The sheriff sags in his chair, and exhales heavily. It’s a mix of disappointment and regret. “Every word?”

She nods. “Sheriff, Stiles doesn’t want to be a father. That’s part of the reason I chose him. Because our pack is the three of us.” Was, she thinks. Was the three of us. “And I wanted a baby without the baggage of its father in the picture, because the last thing I thought we needed was another fully grown person in the mix, when our pack bonds were already fragile.”

She can tell by the look on his face that the sheriff doesn’t entirely understand that. It doesn’t matter. It’s not the point.

“Stiles doesn’t want to be my baby’s father,” she says. “But you saved our lives, John. And I would be honoured to have you as a part of my child’s life, in any capacity that you want. Family friend. Random uncle. Even grandpa, if that’s what you want.” Her chest aches. “I had a Grandma Alice when I was growing up. Turns out she wasn’t related to either of my parents. She was my dad’s old elementary school teacher. So what I’m saying is you can be Grandpa John if you want. Stiles doesn’t need to be my child’s father to make it work.”

The sheriff passes a hand over his face. When he looks up again, his eyes are brimming with tears. “It’s more than I deserve, Laura.” His voice is rough.

“It’s not,” she tells him. “John, I know this past year has been really hard on you. It’s been really hard on Stiles too. When I was his age, I lost everything, and I suddenly had to step up and be responsible in ways I hadn’t before. And I messed up a lot too. Just ask Derek and Peter. I’m stillmessing up. And the worst thing isn’t even all the screw-ups I’ve made. It’s the thought that Derek or Peter might not forgive me for them.”

“Laura, I only found out about this yesterday.” He holds up a hand. “I know. I know that’s no excuse. But it’s a lot. It’s just a lot.”

Laura nods. “I know it is.”

The sheriff exhales heavily. “I’m gonna need some time to come to terms with all of this. For what it’s worth though, thank you for the offer to be Grandpa John. I appreciate that, and I willbe taking you up on it. And hopefully by the time the baby actually arrives, me and Stiles will have it all sorted out between us.”

“I hope so too,” Laura tells him. “Because you’re our friends. Both of you.”

You’re our pack, she wants to say, but she knows that one’s going to have to wait.

#baby daddy #discontentedwinter #my fics #sterek

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stereksecretsanta · 7 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @Anefan!

Okay, so the limit was 5k, right? And though I was told I should just write beyond that, since this is the first "long fic" I've written in a decade, I decided not to go that route. So here is exactly 5k with a little bit of fluff and a lot humor and BAMFness. I hope you'll be kind on me for how fast it moves. I remind you I only had 5,000 words!

Read on AO3

*****

While You Were Healing

Stiles knew all about werewolves. Heck, everyone in this town knew because it was Beacon Hills and had been home to the Hale Pack forever, as far as Stiles knew. Speaking of the Hale Pack, Cora Hale was the ultimate dream girl. Sure she generally loathed other high schoolers, and everyone knew she had her days when she would literally snap her teeth at you, or well maybe that just happened to Stiles. A lot. Like, daily. Truly. Still, he was in love with her and going to marry her, and they were maybe going to have ten babies. The count varied by day, but the point was that Stiles Stilinski was Cora Hale’s future husband, bar none.

Except he knew nothing about her and she didn’t know his name, and the family was just... creepy. Stiles knew of her older brother but had never actually seen him. He was at college now and her older sister? In medical school -- or was it mortuary school? That would make more sense, considering they owned and operated the most popular funeral home and services in all of Beacon County.

But enough about the Hales, what about Stiles, right? Didn’t everyone want to know about Stiles?

Okay, maybe not, but he was the sheriff’s brilliant yet delinquent son, and he had his ways. Such as knowing the secure channel that the Beacon County Sheriff’s Department used when there was a body or in this case, bodies. He was thrilled and lurking in the woods on the Hale’s property where there had been a fire and the entire house, pretty much, and burned down to the ground. He also overheard on the channels that many people were found severely burned in the basement, which was unreal. He was sneaking up, trying to get a closer look when he tripped over something solid in his path and nearly face-planted on a warm body.

Yelping, Stiles got out his phone for a flashlight and realized it was Cora, a very badly burned Cora Hale. He immediately checked her pulse, found that she was alive, and he started yelling for help, not wanting to move her but also covering her burned body with his jacket to keep her warm on a cold night in December.

The point to this entire story is that Stiles saved Cora Hale’s life -- though she didn’t know because she was in a coma and Stiles went to the hospital after his dad had to physically restrain him from climbing in the back of the ambulance. “You’re not family,” Sheriff Stilinski had said, and Stiles had looked wounded, but he had gone to the hospital anyway and introduced himself as Cora’s boyfriend so he could check in on her.

In all the excitement, though, he fell asleep. Flat out asleep on the chairs outside the Intensive Care Unit, until he was rudely shaken awake by someone and found himself face-to-face with Cora’s older brother, Derek. “Gahh!” Stiles squawked when he saw that handsome but sorrowful face and Stiles slowly tried to get up, fell off the chairs to the floor and then stood.

“They say you found her and you saved her life,” Derek Hale said in a voice roughed up from crying because Stiles could see that his eyes were red. “Our sister is going to be here from Connecticut soon,” Derek explained. “Until then, you’re with me,” Derek said as he took a seat and offered the other chair to Stiles which he looked at before taking.

After a very tense two minutes, because Stiles was making intense eye contact with the clock on the wall, Derek spoke. “I didn’t know Cora had a boyfriend,” he said with little change in his voice. “What’s your name?”

“Stiles, but I--” he replied, but Derek interrupted.

“Thank you, Stiles,” Derek said. “You saved Cora, and I can’t find the words to compensate how I feel.” Another long pause. “I’m glad it was someone she cares about who found her like that.”

Stiles smiled, nervous, and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, she’s my world.” He felt like an idiot, but he was already in the lie so how could he tell the truth to this guy and also not die by his hands?

“At least she has someone to be with her here,” Derek said. “The rest of my family is in the burn unit. They filled up the burn unit. My mother, my uncle, and my pa--cousins.” He stammered, but Stiles got it. Having your entire pack burned alive was a lot to handle. Stiles already knew the Sheriff’s Department didn’t suspect foul play, but Stiles did.

The Hales did not just burn up in their own house without reason.

“Stilinski, what are you doing here?”

The woman’s familiar voice snapped and made Stiles bounce out of his chair to standing with fear. He stared at Deputy Veronica Clarke, dumbstruck.

“I uh--” Stiles tried before Clarke turned to Derek.

“I’m sorry, sir, is he bothering you?” she asked Derek whose brow raised.

Derek looked between them. “No. He is Stiles, Cora’s boyfriend.”

“And he was just leaving for some air before he gives his statement!” Stiles said a little higher and a little louder than he intended and walked past Deputy Clarke, hooked her by the arm before she could say more, and dragged her to the elevators.

“What the hell are you doing, Stiles?” Clarke demanded in a whisper. “Does that girl even know your name?”

“Beside the point, V. Beside the point,” Stiles said in a rush. “I just wanted to make sure she’s okay. I’m not lurking because I have some sick desire to carry her family on like dupes.”

Clarke was the one to pull Stiles onto the elevator and as soon as the doors shut she turned her ire on him. “Well, you’re going to have to keep pretending. The doctors are saying that even with the treatments, all of the family might not survive. That man is going to need more support because the sister isn’t going to be here until tomorrow. There are grounded flights because of the storms, which is what I was going to tell him before you lied and dragged me away!”

“So, okay, now I’m her boyfriend, whatever,” Stiles grumbled. “She might not survive either or ever come out of the coma. It doesn’t matter. She’s never had a boyfriend at school anyway.” He paused. “What else should I know? What should I say? What should I do?” Stiles demanded. “I don’t know what to say to the guy, and I’ve only known him for ten minutes.”

“Do you have a twenty?” Deputy Clarke asked.

Stiles blinked and watched her punch the button for the first floor. “I don’t know. What’s it for?”

Rolling her eyes, Clarke pointed out, “For you to be a boyfriend, you need to buy flowers.”

“Flowers and chocolate,” Stiles amended, which got a scathing look from Clarke. “What? I haven’t eaten since yesterday. Also, please don’t tell my dad I’m here.”

Clarke eyed him before stipulating her agreement. “We’ll see which flowers you pick, first.”

A cactus was what Stiles decided to buy. He didn’t know what Cora could be allergic to or which flowers she necessarily liked, or if she would like some at all, so a cactus. He picked it out and paid, and Clarke stared him down. Stiles rushed to explain, but Clarke doesn’t have time. She needed to meet with the oldest Hale daughter, who was upstairs waiting.

Apparently, chartering planes was in the Hale realm of wealth.

“What on earth is that?” was what Cora’s sister demanded when Stiles walked off the elevator with a giant cactus in a pot in his hands. But Derek, for the first time, was smiling, it was weak, but it was a smile.

“That’s Cora’s boyfriend, and cacti are her favorite plant,” Derek said in a soft tone that Stiles decided must be this guy’s normal voice. Big up to California, dude. That voice was so sweet.

Stiles set the cactus in a chair with a big grin and turned to introduce himself to Cora’s sister, who immediately wheeled him back around and led him into the unit. “Your voice will help her,” she said with a great sniff because apparently, she too had been crying. “I’m Laura, by the way.” She then quietly added, “I didn’t know Cora had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, people keep saying that,” Stiles muttered. “I’m Stiles.” By then they were at Cora’s isolated bed, and a nurse was rushing to them.

“She needs to hear him,” Laura explained. “She needs to hear him,” she repeated angrily, and Stiles and the nurse were not objecting to a grieving woman.

“Two minutes,” the nurse told them, “and not a second more. Do not touch her.”

The doors opened, and Laura gave Stiles a nudge. He hadn’t seen Cora in full light, yet. The little glass cell she was in was dim, but still, he could see the extensive damage that would have killed a normal human, but Cora wasn’t human.

“Hey,” Stiles said softly to Cora at her bedside. He glanced back at the doors closed and saw that Laura was speaking with the nurse. “Bet you’re wondering who the hell I am and what I’m doing here,” Stiles said quietly. “It’s kind of weird to be in love with someone who doesn’t even know your name, but I promise, I’ll stay here as long as you want, help support Derek and Laura. I… I think they need it, right now, and when you heal, I promise I’ll tell them the truth.” Stiles glanced and saw that the nurse was eying him now as Laura was speaking to Deputy Clarke. “Okay. I have to go, but I hope you get well, Cora. I hope you get out of this and back to your life. I don’t know how fast your healing works, but if you can make it back to us for Christmas in a couple of weeks or the New Year, that would be -- that would be great.” He started to turn but stopped. “Oh, I got you a cactus. Didn’t even know you like them, but your brother… He’s a good guy, I think. I’ll take care of him… and the cactus and your sister. Don’t worry.”

With that, the doors opened, and Stiles stepped out. He barely got a, “Thank you,” out to the nurse when Laura suddenly became hysterical.

“It was the Argents!” she bellowed in Clarke’s face. “Don’t tell me this looks like an electrical fire! You know what happened! Don’t you dare -- Don’t you dare pretend it’s not arson!”

Stiles blinked as more nurses came and Laura, not unlike her little sister, jerked away from all the attention and stormed out of ICU. Carefully, Stiles followed her out but was stopped by Derek with a hand to his chest.

“Just let her go,” Derek said quietly. “You don’t want to be around for her letting off steam. She’s not going to go after them alone. She’s upset, but she’s not stupid.”

Stiles shook his head. “I don’t understand. Allison Argent is one of the nicest people.”

“She’s still an Argent,” Derek said as his eyes narrowed.

“What does that mean?” Stiles asked. “I mean, I know you’re werewolves, but…”

Derek seemed shocked before he sighed. “Cora told you?”

“No,” Stiles replied. “Pretty easy to figure out, though. Cora’s had her moments on full moons.” Stiles remembered her breaking a locker door off the hinges once on a full moon and another time when he was sure her eyes had flashed a bright yellow when he tried to say hello.

Derek eyed him suspiciously. “Does she know that you know?”

“Oh yeah,” Stiles lied. “Totally.”

Derek frowned, but the conversation ended because a doctor came to speak to Derek. Stiles tried to take the opportunity to take his leave before his dad knew he was here and what he was up to, but a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and Stiles jumped with a yelp.

“My mother’s coming around,” Derek said. “You stay here with Cora.”

“Right,” Stiles agreed and nodded before taking a seat next to the cactus.

And then Derek was gone, for a long time. Stiles sat there and played games on his phone before trying to get comfortable in different positions on the chairs after he moved the cactus. He eventually realized how hungry he was and walked away to go the vending machine. Stiles put money in and punched for a package of Reese’s Cups. Unaware, he bent down to retrieve them when hands grabbed him, spun him around, and slammed up against the aluminum front of the soda machine.

“Oh, God! Derek, wait! I can explain!” he cried out as Derek shook him in anger. Derek’s eyes flared from light green to glowing blue, and he grew some nasty looking teeth.

“You’re lying!” Derek roared.

Boy did this family have a thing for dramatic gestures, or what?

Stiles licked his lower lip and stared into the wolf’s eyes. “You’re going to have to be more specific,” he said.

“Cora doesn’t have a boyfriend!” Derek continued to shout. “Who the hell are you?!”

“He’s mine,” a very stern and commanding voice said from behind Derek. Stiles was now actually scared because that was the voice that controlled his entire life. “Put him down, Mr. Hale.”

Stiles took a deep breath and weakly smiled as Derek did as commanded. “Sheriff,” Derek roughly said as he seemed to reel back the wolf that he’d just shown.

Sheriff Stilinski, or Dad as Stiles preferred to call him, eyed the situation and looked directly at Stiles. “What did you do?” he demanded.

“Me?” Stiles said, breathless with fear. “What could I have--?”

“Go home,” the Sheriff commanded.

Stiles deflated. “But Dad--”

“Now.”

Stiles knew that tone and slipped away before briefly coming back to retrieve his candy and then leaving. The drive home was a relief. He turned on the scanner to listen for chatter about the fire and found that it was, indeed, deemed an electrical fire. All he could think about, though, was Laura and Derek’s ire for the Argents.

Deciding to snoop, Stiles hopped on his computer and began doing research, not through Wiki but through his best friend, Scott McCall who was dating Allison Argent and had been since their sophomore year.

“So, she’s said nothing about killing werewolves and burning their house to the ground?”

“Stiles,” Scott began with a roll of his eyes on Skype, “she’s not that kind of person.”

“Yeah, but her dad’s an arms dealer. That has to mean something, right?”

“That he has a lot of guns?”

“Yes, thank you, Scott.”

“Her aunt’s in town though. She went completely off the rails when Allison stole a condom out of her bag the last time she was here.”

“I don’t need to hear more about your sex life than I already do.”

“Dude, no. I’m just saying; maybe, her aunt has something to hide?”

Stiles looked off in thought for an extended moment and then nodded. “Okay, talk to you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Scott said. “Maybe, you could come to school like the rest of us?”

“Hilarious. Call it Senioritis, but I’d much rather be investigating an attempted murder.”

“Leave that up to your dad, Stiles.”

“Nope. They think it’s accidental, but I’ll prove them wrong.”

“Stiles,” Scott’s voice was suddenly sharp and afraid.

“What?”

“There’s someone behind you!”

And before Stiles had a chance to turn around, a hand calmly reached past him and yanked the computer cords from the wall. Stiles screamed and tried to slam his chair back and hit the person, but found himself, instead, turned around.

“Derek? What the--?” Stiles sputtered at the tall, dark, and exceedingly handsome man. Wolfman. Whatever.

Derek towered over Stiles as he spoke. “You believe us,” Derek simply quipped.

“What is with your family and boundaries?!” Stiles demanded. “I didn’t say anything like that. I think Laura is onto something. Mrs. Argent works at the school, and she’s more than a little psychotic looking on a good day, so I’m just giving your sister the benefit of the doubt on an electrical fire.”

“Laura wants your head on a pike,” Derek replied which made Stiles gulp. “I convinced her that you have Cora’s best interest at heart, though. So, she’s rescinded the kill order.”

“Yeah, well, Merry Christmas to me,” Stiles muttered and tried to get up from his chair but Derek shoved him back down, and Stiles glared. “When my dad finds out that you broke in here--”

“He’s not going to find out,” Derek said before backing out of Stiles space. “You’re going to help me.”

“I bought you a cactus. Isn’t that enough?” Stiles whined. He jumped when Derek’s eyes flashed blue.

“Get your coat. It’s cold outside, and you should be wearing more than a t-shirt,” Derek told him.

“Okay, mother wolf,” Stiles quipped and went to pick up a hoodie and jacket that were on the floor. “Where are we going? Why should I go with you?”

“You’re the Sheriff’s son,” Derek said. “You also like my little sister enough to pretend to be her boyfriend. This plan is going to help her. So, obviously, you’re in.”

“What plan is going to help her?” Stiles asked apprehensively.

“You’re going to help me kill Kate Argent.”

“What?!” Stiles demanded. “Who the hell is that? Murder’s not my style, Mr. Eyebrows.”

“She’s Allison’s aunt,” Derek said calmly and handed over a charred cell phone. “She ordered the hit last night.”

Stiles looked at the phone and realized there was a text message shown to him. “Bonfire. Ten. Hope to see you there!” Stiles read. “Yeah sounds real malicious, McGruff.”

“Do you know what happens when there is a total lunar eclipse?” Derek asked sternly.

“Bet you’re going to tell me,” Stiles said as he looked at the phone again.

“Werewolves lose all of their power,” Derek said somberly.

Stiles rocked on his feet and had an epiphany. “Last night there was a total lunar eclipse at ten.”

“Exactly,” Derek said with another flash of his eyes. “That’s why Kate Argent has to die.”

“Can we just chill on the murder for a second and focus on evidence?” Stiles suggested and dropped the phone on his bed.

About then, there were sirens coming up the road. Stiles went to the window and looked out onto the street.

“Scott must have called my dad,” Stiles announced with a grin as he licked his lower lip. He turned back, and Derek was nowhere. “Hey!” Stiles shouted. “I’m not letting you go kill someone!”

Derek was gone, though. Not in the house or outside. Stiles was pretty sure Derek hadn’t even driven there, and he still didn’t know how Derek knew where to go. “Damn it,” Stiles swore to himself and took off his jacket to wait for his dad.

After explaining to his dad that Scott got punked by a large cut-out of Master Chief, which Stiles did have in his closet, which he may have or may not have stolen from a Best Buy in the nearby city, Stiles was given a stern talking to about interrupting investigations and causing his friends to panic over him.

As soon as his dad was gone, Stiles pulled his jacket on over his hoodie and decided that he needed to investigate the Argents, by keeping his distance observing, of course!

No, actually. Stiles Stilinski was never that subtle.

The moment he made it to the Argents’ sprawling house on foot because he’d parked a couple of blocks away, Stiles slipped around the side of the house. The twilight was quickly growing dark, and he couldn’t see into the house from the drawn curtains, but he could hear an argument between a man and woman, which he tossed up to domestic squabbles until he quite clearly heard someone declare that “they are animals and need to be put down!”

Stiles' eyes widened, and he listened closer but the argument had moved out of the room, and he tried to follow it but caught himself before he stepped out in front of the house. The door flew open and yellow light sprang on the circle drive. A blonde woman marched out and over to an SVU as Allison’s dad came out and shouted after her, “Kate!” That’s the moment that Stiles cursed himself for parking two blocks away. After watching her leave, Allison’s dad went back inside, and Stiles decided to go back to his Jeep.

After about an hour of driving aimlessly and listening to the scanner, Stiles gave up and headed home. He walked into the house, got a drink of orange juice, and headed to his room and came to a halt in the middle of taking off his coat. There was a green light flashing on his bed, which Stiles realized was the charred phone from earlier. Checking it, he found another text message.

“Deadhead party. Eight. You know the place,” Stiles read and after a few moments, decided they were either talking about the burned down Hale House or the Hale Funeral Home. He decided on the latter since there was still an investigation at the former and took the phone with him.

When Stiles pulled up to the funeral home, everything was dark, and the Jeep was the only vehicle in the lot. He turned off his headlights before going to look around outside. Not until Stiles got to the back of the funeral home did he realize there was a light on in the basement. He tried the back door, and it was unlocked, but the door was squeaky. He tensed and decided to close it slowly before moving on, but blanched when he heard someone coming up the stairs. Stiles hid behind a large potted planted and held his breath. He softly swallowed when he heard someone lock the back door and go back down the stairs.

That’s when he heard Derek yell in pain.

Honestly, he couldn’t be sure it was Derek, but after having the wolf version of the other man in his face, he was pretty sure it was Derek and that they were doing something in the basement. Stiles came out from hiding and searched for any weapon that he could find as he listened to more shouts of anguished pain. Finding a poker by a cold, dusty fireplace, he picked it up along with an ash shovel and started down the stairs.

“Doesn’t it hurt to know that your eyes are the reason why we even came to this town?” a woman’s voice said. “I heard your mommy’s awake, did you tell her, yet, hmm?”

Stiles did not like her voice. If someone were to have an evil voice, that's how it would sound. When Stiles made it to the crypt, he felt the fear coursing through him as Derek shouted again and again. What the hell were they doing to him?

All the lights were on in crypt, and it was a winding passage of tunnels. Stiles had been here before as a job shadowing gig when he was in junior high and met Mrs. Hale. It had been one of the weirdest ways to get a glimpse at his dear Cora’s life.

Then, All Time Low blasted through the crypt and Stiles scrambled to silence his phone. Realizing it was Scott, he sent off a message: “911 funeral home.” Right then a hand grabbed him, and Stiles stabbed behind him with all the strength he had. The man who had caught him howled as the poker went into his abdomen. Next thing Stiles knew, his head hurt, and he was on the ground.

“Called the cavalry,” Stiles happily said as he looked up to see two of Kate glaring at him. “Let him go, and I may be able to convince the Sheriff to not light you on fire, too!”

“Stiles,” he heard Derek say somewhere, hoarse and strained from all the yelling and possible torture. “Stiles, no!”

The two Kates knocked him out.

Stiles awoke in the back of a vehicle, on the floor, and found himself restrained with his hands behind his back and legs tied as the vehicle bumped along. He coughed because of the dirty rag in his mouth and looked around, finding himself alone with one lackey watching him and no Derek.

Damn it. No one ever gave Stiles credit for being a badass.

Rolling around on the floor of what he assumed was a van, he got the gag off and coughed and spit until he found his voice. “Come on; this is stupid. My dad’s the sheriff. You’re running. He’s going to find you. You’ll all go away forever. He might even throw a phone book at you if you do enough damage, and I mean that’s a lot for--”

“Shut up,” said the lackey as he leaned over and yanked Stiles’ gag back into place.

“Rude!” Stiles shouted from behind the gag, but it came out as just a muffled yell.

Stiles wanted to repeat it when they came to an abrupt stop, and he got thrown against the wall of the van. The shift made him dizzy, and he was pretty sure he had a concussion.

Then, there were sudden pops outside, gunfire he realized and the unmistakable roar of a werewolf. Silence followed the roar, and the lackey grabbed Stiles and pulled out a gun as they tensely waited.

First, there was the sound of glass smashing from the front of the van, followed by a man’s yell. Then, the van rocked once as something substantial landed on the roof, twice as something else landed on the roof. Stiles then felt the van start rock then suddenly he was flying because the van was rolling onto its side.

Stiles yelped when he slammed against the seating where the lackey had been holding him. He saw the gun had been knocked free and started crawling for it. The van’s side door was then ripped open and off the hinges. Derek dropped into the van in humanoid wolf form into a crouch. In front of him landed a fully transformed wolf.

Stiles was pretty sure he was losing his shit, right now.

The wolf dove past Stiles, and he heard the lackey scream as the wolf tore into him. Derek was then yanking his claws through Stiles’ restraints, and finally, he could move his feet and hands. He reached for the gun still lying there.

“No,” Derek said as he transformed back into a human. “That’s what they would want.”

Stiles yanked off his gag and rolled his eyes. “I would just like some protection until my dad gets here,” he said. “It’s been a day. By the way, are you all right?” He realized Derek was bleeding from more than one bullet wound.

“Kate got me,” Derek said with a pant as he sat down. “My sister is going after her; I’ll be fine.”

About then, the wolf leaped out of the van and disappeared. Stiles crawled over to Derek and looked at the black blood coming from the wounds. “That does not look good, dude.”

“Yeah, but you do,” Derek replied with a slow glance to Stiles. “It’s Wolfsbane. Like I said, I’ll be fine once Laura catches Kate.”

“The wolf?” Stiles said in confusion, realizing that werewolves could become full wolves. “And did you just hit on me or do I seriously need to get this concussion looked at?”

“Laura was the wolf,” Derek said with a nod. “And you should get it looked at, but also, I hit on you.”

“That would be so hot if you weren’t leaking black blood all over the place,” Stiles pointed out.

Derek laughed, strained and Stiles realized that he had a burn on the part of his side that was showing.

“What did they do to you?” Stiles asked as he finally managed to get to his feet. He set the gun down and went to Derek to help him up and, dude, the guy was massive.

“You don’t want to know,” Derek said, seemingly avoiding Stiles’ gaze.

“I do want to know,” Stiles interjected. “If I kiss you will you tell me?” he chirped.

“Shouldn’t do that with a concussion,” Derek muttered.

“What, kiss?”

“No, try to bargain. You’re terrible at it.”

Stiles took that as an okay to lay one on Derek. He kissed Derek’s cheek first, laughed when Derek grumbled, and repeated the gesture, this time on the lips as they leaned against the inside of the van.

“How about I tell you what happened when Cora wakes up, and you tell her you pretended to be her boyfriend?” Derek asked with a small smile.

Stiles was wounded. Was his kiss that bad?

“She’s going to hit me,” Stiles said.

“Yeah,” Derek said with a chuckle, “and she’ll aim for the balls.”

They stayed there, leaning and kissing until sirens arrived in the distance and Stiles decided that he had fallen for the right Hale on his second try.

“So, you’re okay with me finding you and your little sister attractive?” Stiles eventually asked, as they stood at the side of Cora’s hospital bed, waiting for her to wake up, about a week after the mess with Kate, who was still at large.

Derek rolled his eyes at the same time that Cora’s voice muttered, “I don’t have a little sister.”

Springing to her aid, Derek looked like he might cry. Stiles went to get the nurses, and when he arrived back in the room, Cora was sitting up.

“So, when did you fall for the dork from my high school?” she asked with a squint.

Derek smiled at her and looked to Stiles. “It’s a long story, but it was while you were healing.”

#Anefan #stereksanta18 #*fic18 #*gifts18

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christinesficrecs · 4 years ago

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Hey Christine! How are you?

I'm sorry because you probably answered this kind of ask a million times,but would you like to rec some of your favorite A/B/O dynamics? But if possible,no mpreg or not one of those super cheesy one ^^" I'm sorry I'm asking for a lot haha.

Thank youuuu and have a nice day hun!

Hey! Well, I am a HUGE fan of the super cheesy so no promises. 😉

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“It was Jackson’s idea,” Lydia explains, looking perfectly serious while standing in front of a March Madness bracket of Beacon Hills’ eligible bachelors.

Jackson looks smug. “It only makes sense.”

Stiles meets Isaac’s eyes over the heads of all the crazy people in the room. Isaac shrugs with a slight wince. “’Tis the season.”

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– especially because he’s bonded.

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Even if it wasn't close to all that Derek really wanted, that's what it was.

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The moment Derek stepped into the fighting ring and faced Stiles he remembered why he was doing all of this.

The omega gawked at him and barely paid attention to the other competitors Talia was mentioning and Derek smiled at the thought of having all of his attention. Stiles blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck and began to run his fingers through his hair while looking away.

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No, not bite. That would be incredibly inappropriate, of course - and Derek plus the legal department are aware of that. Anyway, the point is, Stilinski needs to be kept in line.

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This is Derek Hale's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. All he wants is to enjoy his new apartment in peace. But you can't always get what you want. And if he tries real hard, will the voice in his head help him get what he needs?

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Too bad Derek is certain Stiles doesn't know he exists.

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The one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

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Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he's been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It's gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn't wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them.

When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #alpha beta omega #mating cycles #omega!stiles #mainokutan

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pretoriafics · 4 years ago

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If I wasn't a goddamn werewolf - Pt. 6

Heyy! The series is ending, but we still have more chapters to come! Enjoy it while it lasts!

You are so done with all of that drama with men! Word count: 2.573 Pairings: Reader x Derek; Reader x Platonic!Laura Contain: Some angst, Original characters (Daniel, your boyfriend; Lafayette, your friend) Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST PART 1 | PART 5

Seventeen years later, Santa Monica, California

"Yeah, girl, I know it's annoying. I mean, live in Beacon Hills? C'mon! There's nothing there!"

Lauren was lay down on her mom and dad's bed, talking with her best friend on her cell phone. The room was entirely filled with boxes: Lauren and her parents were moving to Beacon Hills, which had left her completely annoyed. It's hard for a 15 years old teenager to moving away from her friends to live in a completely different - and smaller - city. Then, she heard a voice calling her.

"Lauren..."

You were at the door frame, with your arms crossed and a serious face. When Lauren saw you, her eyes got widen, and she talks with her friend.

"Uh, Brittany, I have to go. You know, my mom is here giving me that glare. I'll call you later, okay? Bye."

Lauren turns off her phone, and you stare at her.

"I thought you were putting the rest of the things from the cabinet in the boxes."

"I was, but Brit called me and-"

Daniel stopped close to you, looking at Lauren with arched eyebrows.

"What's happening? Lauren, I thought you were putting the things from the cabinet in the boxes."

The teenager rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to do it right now, dammit!"

Daniel looks at you, trying to avoid Lauren's sudden bad mood.

"I'll gonna wait for you downstairs."

You nod for him while Daniel moves away from you. Then, you look at Lauren that was taking a few boxes out from the cabinet.

"Look, I'll go downtown with your dad. I'll be here soon, and then we'll leave. Be ready. I'm serious."

"Okay."

You let your older daughter alone in your bedroom, with your stuff being put in the moving boxes. Then, a suitcase caught Lauren's attention. It was beautiful, made with red velvet. She never saw that thing before. Moving by her curiosity, she opened it. Inside it, Lauren found a few things: a photo album, a necklace with a triskelion pendant, and a diary. The first thing Lauren took was the diary, and when she opened it, she saw a plane ticket to Vegas. That travel was made exactly seventeen years before she was born. With that plane tickets, Lauren also found two polaroid photographs. There, she saw you and Laura Hale with eyeglasses on a sunny afternoon in front of the famous "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign. On the back of that specific photo, a handwritten quote that made Lauren gave a fun smile:

Who cares 'bout the men?

Today, Beacon Hills

Well, Daniel was not Derek's favorite person at all. Was It due to his jealousy? Oh, probably. However, Derek still has his own moral values. It wasn't fair with Daniel what happened between you and Derek, and Hale was completely sure about it. He felt guilty, and if your relationship with Derek wasn't the best earlier, now it seems to get worse. You were feeling guilty about sleeping with him while being in a relationship with Dan, as well as Derek was. He was a nice guy. Daniel didn't deserve it.

Derek was in the hospital where Daniel was working, inside his office with both sitting at the chairs. He made a few questions that would help him to solve the supernatural problem in the city, and despite he had noticed that Daniel wasn't also his biggest fan, he was being pretty collaborative.

"...And this is all I know and saw. I was lucky, I mean, I could have died that night."

Derek nod. Yeah, he could. Despite all, Derek was glad nothing had happened with Daniel.

"Well, a friend of mine managed to escape, so I'm just trying to understand what has happened there."

Daniel stares at him while sitting in his chair, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"You know what, Hale? I don't believe you."

Derek arched his eyebrows. He was surely not expecting that.

"...I think I haven't understood you."

"I don't know much about you, but I know you the Hales are different than the most. Inside that bar, I saw things that I can't understand, just like I can't understand things about you and your family."

Well, he really was not expecting that. After a few weird silent seconds, Derek stares at him.

"There a few things outside that could be better for you if you stay away from."

"I noticed."

"I know. You're smart."

"Yeah, Hale. I am." Daniel stood up from his chair, as well as Derek. Daniel gives him a glare, almost deadly "I'm also smart enough to know there three people in my relationship, am I right, Derek?"

Jeez... In that room and in front of that serious man, Derek could feel what feels like a punch at his stomach. Daniel's words made him dizzy.

But he wouldn't let Daniel affects him.

"I don't know, Daniel. You should talk with (Y/N) to find out. I don't have the answers you want."

"Are you sure you haven't?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Already too annoyed to care, Derek gives his back to Daniel and walks to the door "This is not high school, Daniel. Go talk with her."

And when Derek finally opened the door to leave...

"Derek, wait."

When Derek looks at Daniel, he felt heartbroken. Daniel wasn't with a cold expression anymore. He was surely lost and... heartbroken as well.

"I'm sorry." He started to talk. "I know any of this is your fault. I just know that she is in love with you. She always has." Daniel stares at the floor, melancholic "I envy you. I wish she could love me just like he loves you."

If Daniel's goal was to let Derek without words to say, he achieved it. With the door's handle in his hand, Derek just stares at Daniel without any sign of what he could say. Dammit. It would be the right choice to put all the jealousy to the side to help him someway. Before he could stay anything, Daniel asks:

"Do you love her? Just be honest with me. I need some... Clue of what I should do."

Derek hesitates. However, if it would help him, he would answer. He nods positively, and Daniel lets out a long sigh. This time was Derek's turn to say something.

"I'm serious when I say you need to talk with her."

"I will." Daniel let out a short and humorless laugh. "I'm the intruder here."

"Daniel, I-"

"I will talk with her, Derek. Thank you."

You were heartbroken. You broke up with Daniel. You knew he was bad with it, but when you talked with him about it, you were pretty sure that was the right thing to do. He didn't ask you why you did it or how you decided it. Well, it wasn't like you didn't want to break up with him. It was just the way things happened between both of you. You knew you were being unfair and unfaithful, and that was the reason you felt so bad.

So, he decided to give you a break. You could be back with time, and he was pretty sure he could make you forget all about Derek. And talking about him... Well...

Everyone in the pack knew about you and Daniel, and that's why everyone gave you a break from everything. Without saying things directly, everyone was trying to help you to trespass this phase: Laura appeared at your house with chocolate bars and some movies suggestions to watch. Talia made your favorite food and called you to have lunch at her house. Derek gives you a break about all the supernatural stuff and about himself, and Peter gave you a lot of alcoholic drinks bottles.

But the fact was: You was so done about men! You were so done about all of that drama about Derek and Daniel! Crap! You need some rest.

Two weeks after your breakup with Daniel, you called Laura. It was 1AM, and the older Hale quickly answered your call.

"(Y/N)! What happened?"

"I know it's late, I know." You started to say, sitting on your couch with a glass of wine in one of your hands "But I needed to ask you something."

"...So this is not an emergency? You know, you're not in danger, you didn't say anything-"

"Do you have money?"

Laura's mind got a lack with your question.

"...What?"

"Do you have money? I mean..." You let out a long sigh "Girl... I'm so done with all this shit."

"Wait" Laura sat on her bed "Are you with financial problems or something like that?"

"No, girl. I was thinking about making a trip. We can buy the tickets tomorrow."

The older Hale's sister arched her eyebrows.

"Where do we wanna go?"

"Vegas. You know, who cares 'bout the men? I just want to give me a break, stop feeling guilty and all this shit."

A smile takes form on Laura's lips. She admires your will to move on, and she surely will not let you alone. And Vegas? Oh, it would be fun girls' travel.

"That's my girl. I'll buy the plane tickets right now."

And the next morning, there Laura was! Her suitcase was close to the main door of the house when Derek came from his loft. Confused, he stares at the suitcase and then his sister.

"I didn't know you would travel."

"Neither do I. But you know what? I'm kinda excited. It will be fun."

Derek arch his eyebrows. It was certainly not the answer he was asking for. Then, the doorbell rings. Talia appears from the doorframe of the living room.

"I'll open it."

And when Talia opened the door, there you are: A car was waiting on the street, and you were with a huge smile on your face. Talia's heart got warm when she saw you that way.

"Hi, dear. Laura's ready."

"Oh, really? Great, because I'm already am too."

You got into the house, and despite Derek's heart failed a beat when he saw you, he still with a huge interrogation point on his head.

"Do you talked with that friend?" Laura asked for you while she takes her suitcase from the floor.

"Yeah, he is waiting for us outside. He knows everything about Vegas. The best places to eat, to have fun..."

Completely lost about that matter, Derek followed you and his sister outside.

"Wait, are you going to Vegas?"

Before you could answer him, a car stopped behind your friend's car: It was Daniel, running in your direction. You let out a long sigh in annoyance, and Derek got even more confused. Laura looks at you with wide eyes.

And this is how things exploded: In front of the Hale house.

"(Y/N), wait!" Daniel runs in your direction "I know things got complicated between us, but can we please talk? Wait." Daniel stares at Derek, and then he stares at you "What are you doing here?"

Without any patience for all of that and already too tired to care, you stare at him.

"I'm here to take my goddamn best friend on a trip. Daniel, please, you were being great during those days, but please, don't try to create drama now."

"I'm not trying to create any drama, (Y/N). I just want to talk and solve things. I think you already had time enough to put things straight on your head, so we can talk and try to solve the things that are going wrong between us."

Oh, man... You couldn't believe it.

"Are you serious, Daniel?! What part of "we're done" you couldn't understand?!"

All that drama made the entire pack suddenly appear in the front door: While Talia watches everything with wide eyes and Laura stares at you and Dan like a tennis play, Cora, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, and Peter had run to know what the hell is going on.

Yeah, it was such a scene. A worthy soap operas drama. Oh, and things got even worse when Derek invaded your arguing with your, now, ex-boyfriend.

"Look, leave her alone. She already said what was needed."

That was enough to make Peter look at his niece Cora.

"Well, I miss pop-corn right now."

Derek's presence made Daniel blush in pure rage. His eyes stare at Hale in a homicidal way.

"No one asked anything for you, Derek. This is all your fault! We were great before you come back!"

Your eyes got widen, already knowing what all of that would result in. You knew Derek and Daniel so well to know things probably would evolve. They were two stubborn men wanting the same woman. Things would get worse, surely.

"Look" Derek approaches Daniel, with a low and threatening voice "I'll request you politely one time, and I just do it once: You'll get the hell outta here and leave (Y/N)'s alone, or I swear that I'll rip your throat."

"Enough!"

Your yell was what they needed to finally look at you. The arguing between Derek and Daniel ended with both of them looking at you. It was your turn to say a few things:

"Daniel, look at me: You're being stubborn as hell. I don't want to come back to you. I don't feel anything other than a friendship about you. That's why I broke up. I don't love you."

"You are telling me a thing that I already know, (Y/N). I'm just saying that we just need some time to-"

"We don't need time, Daniel! Do you know what we need? We need to not date! Do you got it, or do I need to draw it for you?" You stare at Derek, talking with him now "I appreciate your gentleman manners, but I know how to defend myself. And you know what?" You look at both men now, raising your middle fingers. "Fuck you both! I'm choosing myself. You guys can punch each other if you want. I don't give a fuck."

Both of them were looking at you in shock, and your face was warm in rage. Actually, everyone was looking at you in shock because you were freaking out. You yelled again, looking at your friend's car.

"Lafayette!"

From the car, a stunning black drag queen with pink hair came out.

"Hi, dear!"

"We're leaving. Could you please help Laura with her bag? Thank you!"

Lafayette approaches Laura and took her suitcase, bringing it to the car. Then, you grabs Laura's wrist and started to drag her to the car. The older Hale sister looks at everyone with wide eyes.

"Let's get outta here, Laura. I'm done with that shit!" You both got into the car, as soon as Lafayette, and you look at Laura "If you bring a man to our hotel's bedroom, I swear by God that I'll get your heart out with my hand."

You were definitely freaking out. You really were so done with all of that shit!

"Girl..." Laura stares at you, scared "You're definitely spending too much time with my family. You even learned how to threaten someone."

"Hey, girls" Lafayette looks at both of you in the backseat "No men, no drama! Let's go!"

Lafayette turns on the car, and Be Happy by CLMD starts to play loud. Then, the three of you were running to LA in the direction of a relaxing and fun trip. And to be happy.

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bloody-bee-tea · 7 years ago

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This Deter fic is a fill for the ‘Chained to a Wall’ on my @badthingshappenbingo card but mostly it’s a gift for @yogi-bogey-box. She always leaves the nicest comments on my stories and I wanted to write something for her. She requested some hurt/comfort, which this hopefully is, but it also got way longer than expected. Since it’s almost 7k you can read it here on AO3 or watch out for the read more.

It had been four days. Four days since Peter had been abducted, four days since Kate had taken him right from under their noses and Derek was ready to go out of his mind. He could still feel his bond to Peter, so he knew that he was alive, but that was it.

He didn’t know what Kate had done to him, in what state he was in, and it drove Derek crazy. They hadn’t been on the best of terms when Kate had taken Peter, not after everything that had happened, but they were on their way to being something again.

And now Derek had to fear every second that his bond with Peter would break, that he would lose him before holding him close.

Derek was pacing in his loft, wolf snarling under his skin at his inactivity, but he had lost Kate’s scent trail days ago and Stiles and Chris had told him to sit back and let the humans do the work for once. Derek had taken a step back, because it was his best bet to get Peter back, but he didn’t like it, and he would go insane if this went on any longer.

Just as he was thinking that, Stiles slammed the door open.

“We think we have them,” he declared, and Derek was walking out of the loft before Stiles was even done talking.

“Where?” Derek snarled, worlds curling around his fangs and Stiles had to run to keep pace with him.

“There’s a bunch of old houses one town over, one of them has a tunnel system not unlike your old one,” Stiles explained as he climbed into the Camaro after Derek had nudged him away from the jeep.

The Camaro would be faster.

“Chris and my dad are already on their way there,” he said and held on to the door for dear life when Derek hit the gas pedal.

He made it there just a few minutes after Chris and John, and when Derek entered the house, he barely spared a glance for Kate’s body on the floor. He just stopped long enough to make sure that she was really dead before he followed the sounds of a werewolf snarling to the basement.

Chris and John were standing in front of a cell, both with their weapons drawn and when Derek stepped around them to get a good view, his breath froze in his chest.

Peter was chained to a wall, collar around his neck and shackles around his right wrist and ankle, but he was throwing his whole weight into them, trying to get to them. There was blood all over him, and Derek could see more than one wound that was still open and not healing like it should be. When he tried to look Peter in the eye, Derek realized that Peter was almost completely feral.

There was no recognition in his eyes, and it seemed like he only wanted to hurt them.

Peter threw himself forward when Stiles entered the basement too, and Derek cringed at the way the shackles dug into his skin, blood welling up around them, but Peter didn’t even notice. He was snarling and snapping, a constant growl coming from him, and it caused Stiles to take a step back.

“So, what’s going on there?” he carefully asked and stepped around his dad to get a better look, but he kept behind them.

“He’s feral,” Chris said with a side glance at Derek.

“What are we going to do?” John asked but Chris hesitated with his answer.

“There’s not much we can do,” he eventually said, after Stiles repeated the question and Derek tensed.

He wouldn’t allow this.

“You’re not going to kill him!” he decisively said.

“Derek, he’s gone. Look at him. He didn’t even recognize you,” Chris tried to reason, but Derek wasn’t listening.

He wouldn’t let Chris put Peter down like he was nothing more than a stupid dog.

“He will,” Derek said with a confidence he didn’t feel, but he still stepped closer to the cell.

Peter’s reaction was instant, the growling getting even louder and he swiped at Derek, even though he was too far away for Peter to ever reach. But now that Derek was closer and got a better look at Peter he could see that he must have tried to bite through his wrist and ankle at one point and Derek felt sick.

He wanted nothing more than to step into that cell and gather Peter close, get the shackles off and take him home but it was more likely that Peter would bite his head off before Derek could even reach for the shackles.

So instead Derek turned around and fixed Chris with a glare.

“I’ll need some bandages, a towel and water,” he instructed and stared Chris down, until he finally huffed and hurried away.

“You’re really going in there?” Stiles asked, still worriedly glancing at Peter.

“Yes,” Derek said. “But I’m not getting close enough to let him touch me. I’ll need to remind him of his humanity first.”

Stiles jumped slightly when Peter snapped his teeth at them.

“Yes, you should. Remind him of that,” he muttered, and John looked over at Derek.

“You think you can bring him back?” he quietly asked, and Derek straightened his shoulders.

“I really hope so,” he said because he didn’t know how far Peter was gone, how important he was to Peter, if he would be enough. But he knew one thing for certain. “And if I’m not, I’m not letting an Argent kill another Hale.”

He didn’t add that he would do it himself, because even though Derek was sure he could if he really had to, he didn’t even want to put that out there.

John seemed like he wanted to say something else, probably offer to kill Peter if Derek couldn’t do it, but before he could Chris thankfully came back. He shoved the bowl with water, the towel and the bandages at Derek, who took them before he opened the door to the cell.

He put everything down next to the bars, and settled down there as well, still well out of reach of Peter, who was now solely focused on him.

“You can leave now,” Derek quietly told the others and while Chris and John did leave, Stiles lingered behind.

“How long do you think this will take?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Derek quietly admitted and startled when Stiles briefly squeezed his shoulder.

“If you’re still down here in two hours, I’ll bring you some food,” Stiles promised and left before Derek could thank him.

Now it was only Peter and him.

The first hour Derek had spent propped up against the bars, not talking because his voice seemed to aggravate Peter further. Derek tried hard not to let that hurt him, but it was a lost cause. He had nudged the bowl of water closer to Peter at one point, using his foot and quickly snatching it back when Peter had pounced on it, but after that they had sat in silence. Well, apart from Peter’s constant growling.

Peter hadn’t known what to do with the water, so it was still sitting there between them, and Derek wished he could take the towel and just wipe Peter down, clean at least his face of the blood, but he wasn’t suicidal enough to get that close to Peter. Not yet, anyway.

After almost an hour of Derek sitting there, and just staring at Peter, Peter’s growling had quieted down. He was still glaring at Derek, but he wasn’t trying to attack him anymore, even when he moved, so Derek counted that as a win.

After that he started to talk. It was about inane things first, telling Peter what he had missed in the last four days, but soon that topic ran dry and they shortly sat in silence again. When Derek had stayed silent for almost two minutes, Peter startled to growl again.

“What do you want me to tell you?” Derek asked, surprised when the growling suddenly stopped. “You ready to listen yet?” he wanted to know but it wasn’t like he really expected Peter to answer.

But it seemed like Peter wanted him to keep talking, and so Derek did. He told him everything about his years in New York with Laura, and how it never had stopped hurting him that they left Peter behind. He talked about the jobs he did there, and how Laura had changed after the fire.

He was just remembering how Laura had challenged another alpha because one of his betas wouldn’t take no for an answer and Laura wanted the right to physically put him into his place, but before Derek got to the really good part, Stiles came back into the basement.

“It’s been two hours,” he carefully said, but Derek only had eyes for Peter.

He was still growling, but it was low, and he kept his eyes mostly on Derek, not even looking at Stiles. It was definitely progress and Derek would take it.

“He seems better,” Stiles observed, and Derek carefully nodded.

“He does,” he agreed and then held his hands out for the bag in Stiles’ hands.

“I got you burgers and fries. See if maybe you can feed him too?” Stiles asked and handed it over, only to hurriedly retreat when Peter snapped at him again.

As soon as he was out of reach, and apparently more importantly out of reach of Derek, Peter settled down again.

“He really likes you,” Stiles said, and Derek frowned.

“He just recognizes me as family,” he gave back and then sent Stiles back up, since it would still take some time before he could get Peter out of here after all.

Derek unpacked his food and slid some fries over to Peter. He wasn’t as careful anymore, convinced that Peter wouldn’t attack him, and while Peter did eye his hand mistrustful, he didn’t make a move to charge forward. Derek counted it as a win.

“I know you hate cold fries, but you hate a cold burger even more, so this is all I can offer you,” Derek said and bit into his mostly cold burger.

He had never minded it as much as Peter had; food was good no matter if it was still warm or not. Peter always had ridiculous high standards for his food though, so he was a lot pickier with it. Derek quickly devoured the burger and then proceeded to tell Peter exactly that.

He still remembered that one Christmas where his mom had refused to cook something for three days after since they had so much left, but Peter adamantly refused to eat any of that, so he had ended up cooking not only for himself, but for Laura, Cora and Derek as well, since they were sick of the same food over and over again.

It was a good memory, a happy one, and Derek briefly got lost in his memories. He startled out of them when he heard the low whine from Peter.

“You with me yet?” he asked in a hopeful voice, but Peter only whined again in response. “Do you recognize me, Peter?” Derek still asked, not surprised when he didn’t get a real answer for that either.

Still, he scooted closer to Peter, who was straining against his restraints again, but this time not in a violent way, but more because he wanted to get closer to Derek.

“I’m here,” Derek soothed and carefully reached out for Peter, who immediately ducked under his hand, allowing Derek to drag his hand through his hair.

“There you are,” Derek mumbled and swallowed hard when Peter almost face-planted into his neck, nuzzling into the sensitive skin there.

Peter hadn’t done that since Paige and to have Peter do this now when he wasn’t in his right mind hurt Derek more than he could put into words. Peter must have picked up on his distress because his whining picked up again and he pressed his face even harder into Derek’s neck. The whine changed to a soothing rumble, intent to calm down injured, hurt or afraid pack members, and Derek sighed.

Peter knew they were pack, and if Derek didn’t feel threatened by anyone he wouldn’t attack either. He could take Peter home.

Derek slowly pushed Peter away, careful not to make him feel unwanted or rejected and then pulled the water bowl closer to them. It was time to clean Peter up. Derek moved Peter’s hand closer to himself, inspecting the shackle, but they were easy enough to get rid off when you had both hands free. It barely took Derek a minute to tear through both of them.

The collar around Peter’s neck was a bit trickier, clearly coated with a thin layer of wolfsbane, and Derek wished he could kill Kate again. The wolfsbane had burned Peter’s throat badly, but luckily there were no signs of poisoning anywhere.

Derek would need a key for that one, and he hoped that Kate’s body was still somewhere around so he could get it. In the meantime, he busied himself with cleaning Peter up. He was dirty on top of bloody and soon enough the water had turned a brown colour. Peter mostly let Derek do what he wanted, but he cuddled close, pressed into Derek’s side and getting distressed whenever Derek moved too far away from him.

Derek’s stomach turned when he saw the still healing wounds on Peter’s wrist and ankle, where teeth had clearly torn into them, and Derek refused to think about how far Peter had come to just chewing through his own limbs. When he found the burned patches on Peter’s belly and back, Derek could feel his eyes flash.

Derek could still very vividly remember what Kate’s stun baton had felt like and for it to leave burns like this on a werewolf—it was another thing Derek didn’t want to think about.

He carefully cleaned Peter up, leaving his face and neck for last, in case Peter changed his mind and decided to attack him, but it never happened. When Derek cradled his face to get the dried blood off Peter even nuzzled into his hand.

“I’m gonna get you home now,” Derek promised and pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead, hoping to hell that Peter wouldn’t rip him a new one when he was conscious again.

Derek tried to stand up, so that he could see if Stiles was still around, but as soon as he stood up Peter growled again, clinging to his pants in an almost desperate manner.

“I’m not going to leave you,” Derek promised. “I just need the key to get rid of the collar,” he explained but Peter made this distressed sound again that tore at Derek’s heart.

“Alright,” he mumbled eventually. “I’m not leaving.”

He eyed the wall, trying to decide if he could just rip the chain out of it, but Peter had tried it for days and the chain hadn’t budged, so it was unlikely that Derek would succeed. He needed the key. Derek grabbed for his phone and called Stiles.

“Dude, why are you calling me?” Stiles answered and Derek rolled his eyes.

“I need you to come down here,” he said.

“You could not have just come up here?” Stiles asked but Derek could already hear him coming down the stairs.

When Stiles came into view, he froze at the sight of them, Derek standing and Peter still clinging to his legs.

“No, I really couldn’t have come up there,” Derek deadpanned and then hung up. “I need the key to the collar. Did you see anything upstairs? Maybe on Kate?” he asked, hoping that John and Chris hadn’t gotten rid of her body yet.

“Yes,” Stiles said and pulled a key out of his pockets. “I wasn’t sure you would need it but I kept it just in case,” he explained and handed the key to Derek.

Peter didn’t even blink at the close proximity to Derek and Derek couldn’t help but card his fingers through Peter’s hair again.

“He looks better,” Stiles quietly said and Derek shrugged.

“He’ll look even better after a bath,” he gave back but Stiles shook his head.

“No, I mean, he looks more human again. He’s much more alert and understanding,” Stiles said and pointed at Peter’s eyes.

Derek wasn’t convinced Stiles was right, but he had spent the last few hours down here with Peter and since the change must have been gradual he was sure he wouldn’t have recognized it.

“I really hope so,” Derek whispered and then bent down to unlock the collar around Peter’s neck.

It fell away with a quiet noise, almost overshadowed by Peter’s sigh of relief.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” Derek asked and drew in a sharp breath when Peter nodded.

“I told you! Totally better!” Stiles exclaimed but Derek didn’t pay him much attention, too focused on Peter.

“You want to go home now?” Derek asked and Peter nodded again, even more decisive than the first time.

“Can you walk?” Stiles asked but Peter only shot him an angry look and Stiles huffed. “Fine, only be human for Derek, what do I care.”

“Can you walk?” Derek repeated the question and Peter shrugged, before he tightened his grip on Derek.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Derek promised him and helped Peter up, slinging an arm around his waist as soon as Peter stood on his own two feet.

Peter continued to cling to him, but he seemed more stable on his feet than they all had thought and it was easy enough to get him up the stairs and out of the house. When they were outside, Peter stopped in his tracks and lifted his head, taking deep breaths and clearly enjoying the fresh air.

Chris and John were still around, surprisingly enough, and as soon as they saw the three of them come out of the house they were on their feet and walking towards them. Peter immediately started to growl at Chris and pushed Derek around until he stood away from Chris, Peter between them like a shield.

“Maybe you should stay back a bit,” Stiles hurriedly said and herded Chris towards his car.

As soon as Chris had his back to them Peter stopped growling and nuzzled into Derek’s side again.

“He seems better,” John said with an assessing glance and Derek shrugged as best as he could with Peter wedged under his arm.

“He’s not ripping my throat out,” Derek gave back and then nodded towards the Camaro. “Think Stiles can drive it without crashing?” he asked and John laughed.

“Probably,” John gave back.

“Absolutely,” Stiles enthusiastically said as he walked back to them. “You really can’t drive?”

“I don’t think Peter would stay in his seat,” Derek gave back and Peter squeezed him even harder at that, clearly enforcing his statement.

“No problem, I can drive. You just get in the backseat and let me play chauffeur.”

Derek hesitated for a split second, thinking that maybe he should ask John to drive, but by then Stiles had already slid behind the wheel.

“Alright,” Derek mumbled and gently steered Peter towards the car. He knew Peter wouldn’t get in until Derek did but then he was likely to keep close again.

Derek eyed the back seat, and then decided that they could be at least comfortable during the ride, so he folded himself into the back of the car and scooted back until he could almost stretch his legs and Peter immediately slid between them, settling on Derek’s chest and tucking his head under his chin.

Derek pressed his nose into Peter’s hair, inhaling deeply and so fiercely glad that he wouldn’t lose this, at least not today. They dozed off as Stiles drove and when Derek sluggishly blinked they were almost back at the loft.

“You didn’t kill us, congratulations,” Derek muttered and Stiles let out an indignant “Hey!”

Derek was distracted when Peter stretched on top of him, rubbing his face over Derek’s chest and Derek quickly reminded himself that this meant nothing. It was a pack think, Peter wasn’t even able of anything else with how he was still mostly feral. But it was easy to pretend, too easy really, and Derek was glad when the car rolled to a stop in front of his building.

A little bit of distance from Peter would do him some good.

It didn’t take much convincing for Peter to get out of the car, though he hovered near the door until Derek scrambled out as well. Derek expected Peter to press himself close again, but even though Peter stayed close, they barely even touched.

Derek frowned, but since it was already more like the old Peter than anything else he had done before, he didn’t comment on it. Stiles only raised his eyebrow at him too when Peter trailed after him, instead of keeping close and in contact.

“You want me to come up?” Stiles asked, but Derek shook his head.

There was no reason for Stiles to linger around, not since Peter seemed to get better by the minute, and so Stiles scrambled into his own car and drove away. Derek stared after him for a second, and when he turned back around to Peter he was frowning.

“Hey, everything okay?” Derek asked him, and after a long time Peter shrugged, seemingly frustrated that he couldn’t verbally answer yet.

It was a good sign.

When they got up to the loft, Derek eyed the kitchen. With all the injuries Peter had sustained at Kate’s hand he really should eat something, but Derek was sure he didn’t have anything edible in his fridge. Getting groceries hadn’t been high on his list of things to do in the last four days.

“You want to eat something?” Derek still asked Peter, phone already out and ready to order some take out.

“Yeah,” Peter mumbled and Derek’s eyes widened at that.

It was the first time Peter had said anything since they had found him and Derek couldn’t help the grin that spread out on his face.

“I’ll order your favorite,” he said, still smiling, but he didn’t comment on Peter’s progress.

He knew from experience that drawing attention to the little things would only make Peter clam up again, and Derek didn’t want that. He was on a good way, and Derek wanted him to continue like that.

Peter hovered in the middle of the room, clearly unsure what to do and Derek’s heart painfully constricted at the thought that Peter didn’t consider this home, didn’t think of this as a safe place where he could do what he want.

“You know this is your home, too, right?” Derek quietly asked, and Peter’s head snapped towards him.

Derek had never turned Peter away, but since there was no key needed for the door he had never given Peter one. Derek had just assumed that Peter knew he wanted him in his space but now it became painfully obvious that Peter didn’t know at all.

“Peter, my home will always be your home, too,” Derek explained.

He still hoped that one day it would be their home, some place they picked out together, but Derek didn’t try to dwell on that thought too long. It would be enough if Peter felt comfortable in his home, left a few things maybe. It had to be enough for Derek.

“Here,” Peter suddenly said, still obviously frustrated with his lack of coherent speech, but when he stepped closer to the couch and made grabbing hands at Derek, it was clear what he wanted anyway.

Derek stepped closer, allowing Peter to drag him down on the couch and cuddle up close to him. They were both on their sides, legs spread out on the couch and tangled together, and Peter had tucked his head back under Derek’s chin.

Derek couldn’t help but to wrap his arms around Peter, nuzzling his hair and just the smell of Peter this close, this content in his arms, put something in Derek at ease. Peter seemed to feel the same way, because he was contentedly purring and the sound almost put Derek to sleep again.

It was everything he ever wanted and he tried to not dwell on the fact that it was familial instinct that drove Peter right now. If Kate hadn’t gotten to Peter they would never be in this position, Peter would never want this, and Derek hated himself a little bit for enjoying this.

When the food finally arrived he hurriedly extracted himself from Peter’s grasp, relieved to put some space between them again, though he would never deny Peter what he needed. He paid for their food and brought it back to the couch, where Peter pulled him close immediately.

It seemed like he wanted to go back to their cuddling but Derek was insistent that they ate first. Peter must be starved at this point, healing burned a lot of calories, and so he shoved the take-out boxes towards Peter until he finally took them.

They ate in silence, though Peter’s throat worked a few times, like he wanted to say something, only to press his lips together and take another angry bite of his food. Derek watched it with concern, but if Peter wasn’t ready to try more words he wouldn’t press him.

“You want to take a shower?” Derek asked once their food was gone and Peter nodded reluctantly, picking up the hem of his shirt and making a face.

“Yeah, it smells pretty bad,” Derek agreed and gently pulled Peter up, before he steered him towards the bathroom.

“You hop in, and I’ll get some clothes for you,” Derek said but before he could leave, Peter snatched his wrist.

He pulled at the hem of his shirt again, and then looked with a puzzled expression at Derek.

“You don’t know how to take them off?” Derek haltingly asked and when Peter nodded sharply, Derek only barely managed to bite back his groan.

He didn’t mind helping Peter with this, didn’t want him to think that this was an imposition for Derek, but the thought of undressing Peter was almost more than Derek could take. He had seen Peter naked before, of course he had, it was something that was unavoidable in a house full of werewolves, but the last time had been before the fire. And Derek hadn’t been the one to undress him.

The thought of peeling Peter out of his clothes was more than appealing to Derek, especially since he had fantasized about this often. And even though the circumstances had been different, he still couldn’t help but react to the thought. Peter’s eyebrow raised questioningly when Derek’s heartbeat suddenly picked up and Derek flushed.

He pushed those thoughts away, and instead reached for Peter’s shirt. Peter was lucid enough to raise his hands when Derek pulled the shirt up, though he hissed when some still unhealed wounds on his upper chest got aggravated in the process. Derek hadn’t seen those injuries yet, had concentrated on Peter’s arms, face and his neck, and he was horrified by the number of unhealed cuts on Peter’s chest.

“I’m so sorry we didn’t find you sooner,” he whispered and traced one of the cuts with featherlight fingers.

“No,” Peter said and caught Derek’s hand in his.

Derek immediately stepped back, putting some distance between them. If Peter didn’t want to be touched by him, then he wouldn’t make Peter uncomfortable by doing it. No matter that it felt like he had left behind his heart when he stepped back.

“No,” Peter said again, but this time he growled and frowned and then used Derek’s hand in his to pull him closer again.

“What?” Derek asked confused because he didn’t quite understand what Peter wanted.

“No,” Peter repeated yet again and stabbed his finger almost painfully between Derek’s eyes before he smoothed out the frown there.

“You don’t want me to feel guilty about that,” Derek guessed and Peter nodded at that.

Derek huffed, because it wasn’t quite as easy as that, but he nodded too.

“Fine, no more guilt for today,” he gave back and then reached for the button of Peter’s pants.

They were dirty, crusted over with blood, but still in one piece, so at least Derek didn’t have to fear any more injuries hidden under the fabric. Peter obediently lifted his feet when Derek lightly tapped them and soon enough Peter was only in his underwear.

Derek knew that his hesitance to undress Peter was more telling than any chemo signal he could ever give off, because there was no such thing as modesty in a wolf pack, especially not if someone was injured and needed the help. But Derek had dreamed of undressing Peter countless times, though never under these circumstances, and it was throwing him for a loop. He had a hard time reminding himself that this meant nothing to Peter, that it wasn’t like that.

When Peter only looked at him expectantly, Derek inwardly sighed and then reached out for his underwear. He made quick work of them and then almost abruptly turned Peter around and guided him to the shower. Derek waited until the water was warm enough and then he steered Peter under the spray before quickly pulling the curtain close.

“There’s body wash, if you want,” Derek said, unwilling to say ‘if you remember how to use it’. “I’ll go get some clothes for you and will be right back,” he promised to all the gods that Peter either remembered how to use body wash or didn’t want to use it because getting his hands on a wet Peter would be a new kind of torture.

Derek rushed up to his room, grabbed the first clothes he saw that would fit Peter, and then dashed back down. He didn’t really think Peter would do something stupid, he was too coherent for that already, but it unsettled him to leave Peter alone in this state.

He shouldn’t have worried, he could still hear Peter under the spray, and so Derek took a minute to just breathe away the lingering fear that he would lose Peter and the guilt about not finding him sooner. At least that was some guilt he could push aside for now.

It didn’t help with the disgusted feeling for himself, for still reacting like this to Peter, even though he was hurt and needed a caring pack mate, and not some idiot who lusted all over him. The guilt over that wasn’t pushed aside so easily and it made him sick.

It felt like he was taking advantage of Peter, and Derek hated himself just a little for being unable of approaching this situation without his inappropriate feelings.

Derek took one last deep breath and valiantly tried to push everything down, before he opened the bathroom door again.

“I have your clothes,” he let Peter know, who hummed in answer but didn’t step out from under the spray.

Derek couldn’t say he was surprised; Peter had been denied a shower for four days and it was no wonder he took extra time to get the stench and grime off himself. Derek could smell his body wash in the air, so Peter had in fact remembered how to use that, and it was a good sign. It meant Peter was getting more coherent with every passing minute.

“Do you want me to leave, so you can get dressed?” Derek asked, even though he really didn’t want to see Peter naked and wet.

But helping him and making sure he was comfortable and taken care of was more important.

“No,” Peter said, and he almost sounded like his old self, like he hadn’t been snarling and trying to attack Derek just a few hours before.

“Alright,” Derek said, swallowing once and trying to steel himself when the shower shut off and then Peter was there, dripping all over Derek’s bathroom floor.

“Here,” Derek quickly said and offered a towel to Peter, who looked in frustration at it.

He reached out for it and took it, but then his hand just hovered there, clearly unsure what to do with it now and Derek gently took it back, even though Peter snarled at him.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember yet how to use it,” Derek softly said, because it was important to him that Peter knew that.

Peter was steadily getting better and Derek had no doubt that he would fully return to his old snarky self in less than a day, but even if he wouldn’t, it wouldn’t be a problem. Derek would always take care of him.

But Peter made a frustrated sound and it occurred to Derek that this might remind him of his time in the coma; his mind already ahead of his body. Derek could understand Peter’s frustration at that, but it wouldn’t help him heal.

“You’ll get there, Peter,” he whispered as he toweled him off. “You’re doing so well, and it will come back to you in no time.”

Peter sighed at that, and briefly nuzzled his nose into Derek’s hair but he still seemed frustrated about this whole situation.

“I got you some clothes,” Derek said once Peter was dry enough and Peter eagerly reached for them.

He got his legs into the sweatpants without trouble, but he hesitated at the shirt and Derek reached out to help him. He didn’t do it for Peter, but he guided him, and soon enough Peter was dressed in his clothes.

Derek couldn’t deny that the sight was doing things to him, and when Peter lifted the collar of his shirt to scent it, Derek had to turn away.

“Sleep,” Peter said, and yawned as if he wanted to really drive his point home, and Derek smiled softly.

“Yeah, we should sleep,” he agreed and walked back out into his living-room.

His bed was standing in the middle of the room and while Derek walked over there without hesitation, Peter stopped at the couch. He seemed unsure again, and Derek’s heart felt like it was squeezed together.

“Sleep?” Peter asked and knocked his knuckles on the couch.

“No, Peter, you don’t have to sleep on the couch, if you don’t want,” Derek rushed out, appalled that Peter would think that. “My bed is big enough.”

Peter immediately relaxed at that, and swiftly walked over to Derek, briefly ducking down to press his face into Derek’s neck, before he slid under the covers. Derek had to pull himself away from the sight of Peter in his bed, and he tried to get himself back under control as he went to turn off the light.

When he finally got into bed too, Peter immediately reached out for him to pull him closer, curling up into Derek’s side. Derek slung an arm around him, keeping him pressed to his side and it wasn’t long before they both fell asleep, legs entangled, and breaths almost synced up.

When Derek woke up, he immediately reached out for Peter, but the bed beside him was empty. Derek shot up, horror scenarios running through his head, and so it took him a second to notice the smell of coffee in his loft.

When his head snapped to the kitchen, Peter was there, leaning against the counter and drinking from a cup. He raised an eyebrow at Derek, questioning and mocking in one, and Derek has never been this relieved.

He quickly got up and rushed over to Peter, dragging him into a hug before he could even put his mug down.

“You’re back,” he breathed into Peter’s hair, the relief so strong Derek thought he might just start to cry.

“I would never leave you,” Peter said and when Derek pulled back there was nothing but seriousness on his face.

Derek tried to take a step back, suddenly aware of their proximity and that Peter likely won’t allow it now anymore, but Peter grabbed his wrist in his hand.

“You know I love you, right?” Peter asked, and Derek didn’t even know what he felt at that, he was a mess of hope, anxiety, happiness and dread, because surely Peter didn’t mean it in the way Derek wanted him to.

“Sure,” Derek rasped out, trying to take another step back, but Peter didn’t let go of him.

“No, you don’t,” Peter said after a searching gaze and then pulled Derek closer.

Derek wasn’t prepared for that, so he almost fell forward, and Peter steadied him with a hand to his hip, but only so he could guide Derek into a soft kiss.

“I love you,” Peter whispered against Derek’s lips.

Derek was too surprised to really react to it, but he quietly whined when Peter pulled away.

“I didn’t know that, actually,” Derek whispered into the space between them and Peter sighed, before he pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

“That’s because you’re an idiot,” Peter chided him, and Derek let out a muffled “Hey,” but Peter didn’t let him go. “If you didn’t mean as much to me as you do, you wouldn’t have been able to bring me back,” Peter explained, and this time Derek moved away from him.

“What?” Derek asked.

“I was so far gone,” Peter said, and his eyes became distant, like he remembered his time in the cell. “There was almost nothing left of me when you found me. Only my anchor or my mate could have brought me back from that, especially as quickly as you did.”

Derek was almost too afraid to hope, still, but he had to know.

“So which one am I to you?” he quietly asked, and Peter leveled him with a look, that called him an idiot more clearly than any words ever could.

“Both, obviously,” Peter shortly gave back and then nodded towards the bathroom. “I know you felt guilty over what you did, at least you smelled like it, but there’s really no need for that.”

“I didn’t want to take advantage,” Derek mumbled and flushed at the admission.

“And you didn’t,” Peter gently said and took his hand. “You took care of a hurt packmember and you certainly didn’t do anything that went beyond that,” Peter reassured him.

“I tried,” Derek gave back, and Peter smiled at him.

“You certainly succeeded. I feel very well taken care of,” he said, almost teasing Derek and Derek just had to lean in to kiss Peter again.

It would probably take him some time to get used to this, that he was allowed to do this, that this was something Peter wanted too, but he had never been happier.

“I was so scared,” Derek whispered when they parted, and Peter framed his face with his hands.

“I was too,” he admitted and brushed his thumbs over Derek’s cheeks. “But I knew you wouldn’t give up. The only thing that kept me from panicking when I felt myself going feral was the knowledge that you would bring me back, that you wouldn’t let that happen to me.”

“Never,” Derek gave back, because he’d rather kill himself than let anyone hurt or kill Peter.

“And I knew that,” Peter lowly said and leaned in to scent Derek.

Derek wrapped his arms around Peter, clinging to him and so damn happy that he got to have this, after everything, and they just stood there like that for a few minutes.

“How about we go to bed and cuddle, and this time you won’t have to feel guilty about it,” Peter suggested and dragged Derek closer to the bed, not that Derek was putting up much of a fight.

“I’d like that,” he gave back and as soon as they were under the covers he reached out for Peter and pulled him into his side, almost wrapping himself around Peter.

Peter huffed an amused laugh and he didn’t protest, but Derek was sure that he only allowed this because he knew that Derek still felt protective of him. Derek was sure that once everything settled down again, Peter would be the one to wrap Derek up in his embrace. Derek couldn’t say he would mind that.

“I love you too, you know,” Derek suddenly said, aware that he hadn’t yet said it, and afraid that it gave the wrong impression but Peter only chuckled.

“No offense, but that is more than obvious,” he said, but he nuzzled Derek’s neck and chest in the process, so Derek knew he wasn’t upset.

“Wanted to say it anyway,” Derek gave back, and Peter hummed.

“I like hearing it.”

“Good,” Derek said and pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead. “You will hear it a lot from now on.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Peter said, but he already sounded drowsy and Derek wrapped the blankets more securely around them.

“Sleep,” he whispered into Peter’s hair. “I’ll be here.”

“I know,” Peter said, falling asleep while speaking and Derek felt humbled, knowing that Peter trusted him to keep him safe. That he trusted him at all.

Derek fell asleep soon after Peter, hearing trained on Peter’s heartbeat, and he had the best sleep in a long time.

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