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the-bat-writes-imagines · 7 months ago

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Scars - Part 1

Fandom: Teen Wolf (Soulmate AU)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Story Type: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Violence, Discussion of Past Trauma, Reader with Visible Facial Scar

Summary: Soulmate!AU Where werewolves can have soulmates, and they can feel each other's pain. It's very subtle until you're near each other, then the closer you are the stronger it becomes. This will only stop once soulmates have their first kiss. The reader is Derek's Soulmate and moves to town to teach chemistry at the local high school. Derek knows who you are as soon as he sees you because of a distinctive scar, but he is afraid to let you know. Of course, it becomes harder and harder for him to hide it.

First day as a teacher, no big deal, right? Nope, it's going to be easy! At least that's what you keep telling yourself. Except somehow this feels exactly like walking into high school for the first day did. Which means you are literally shaking with nerves as you down your second cup of coffee and make your way into the chemistry lab. This is your first ever real teaching job. No more TA'ing for a middle school science teacher, no more grad school classes. This is it. You are responsible for whether or not these kids succeed in this class. That pressure coupled with the fact that your predecessor was murdered by serial killer the previous semester really was not making it easy to put forth a facade of calm.

Then there was the scar. It ran from just below your left eye, down your cheek to just under your chin. Almost like a tear running down your face. You didn't like talking about how you got it, it's a horrible memory to relive. You can handle people staring at it and even talking about it behind your back. As long as you don't have to tell them how you got it. You concocted a lie with your friend years ago about getting scraped by a nail in broken fence post. It may not have been a perfect lie, but once you made it clear the story was boring people usually stopped asking about it.

You shake out your shoulders trying to pull your focus back to the task at hand. You write your name on the board in chalk and turn to arrange the few items that you brought on your desk. As you're placing your last desk trinket, a little rock with a wolf painted on it gifted to you by a student from your TA class, the first few students start to filter in. You smile at them as they enter the classroom. Once the bell rings it's showtime.

"Welcome everyone! My name is Miss (Y/L/N) and I am going to let you in on a little secret." You take a quick breath looking around at the class. "You are my very first class. So, I'm going to make a deal with you. You take it easy on me and I'll make none of my quizzes pop quizzes, I'll let you pick your own partners for any collaborative work, and I will keep the number of class presentations to the absolute minimum required by the accreditation guidelines. Deal?" You ask. A few of you students look around at each other before a boy in the back with slightly spikey hair speaks up.

"I mean, sounds like a pretty good deal to me!" He says and the other students either mumble their agreement or nod their heads. "Alright, looks like we're in agreement. Stiles, by the way. Under Stilinski, on the attendance sheet there." He introduces himself. You look down at the sheet to check off his name and are immediately glad he introduced himself. There's no way you would have been able to pronounce his actual first name.

"Alright, that's one off the list. Let's find out who the rest of you are." You start going through attendance.

The rest of class goes well, and you are already feeling better about taking this job. No one asks about the scar. As nervous as you have been it feels right to be here for some reason. Little do you know just how much you really are meant to be here.

...

You are woken in the middle of the night by a pain raking its way through your chest. You sit up nearly in tears due to the pain. You have had these pains for as long as you can remember. They pop up often and have seemingly no rhyme or reason. The only explanation a doctor could give you was a mild nerve condition. Since there was nothing else that could explain it and the pain was usually very mild you accepted it and learned to live with the occasional pain. However, this was significantly more painful than ever before. As you consider making a trip to urgent care the pain starts to fade leaving you with a mild tingling feeling across your skin. Just like all of the other times. So maybe no trip to urgent care, but you make a mental note to set up an appointment with you doctor to talk about your nerve condition getting worse.

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Your first few weeks at Beacon Hills High School have been going well, and you are starting to feel at home. Tonight is one of the first lacrosse games of the season and you got invited by a couple of your fellow teachers. You are making your way to the stands to meet up with your coworkers when you run into someone.

"Oh! I'm sorry, excuse me." You apologize quickly.

"No that's my bad! I'm sorry." He responds. You finally look up at the man in front and you and he is easily one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen. You almost forget how to speak when you look into those eyes of his. He is staring back at you. He looks caught off guard, almost even a little scared?

"Umm... I'm (Y/N)." You say, extending your hand, hoping to politely break the tension.

"I...I'm Derek." He stutters back before taking your hand. He shakes your hand slowly, still looking kind of shell shocked. It takes a noticeably long time for him to release your hand. "Umm... What brings you to the game?" He gestures at the field.

"Oh, um, I am a teacher at the school and a bunch of us thought it would be nice to support our students on the team and get into the spirit." You tuck your hands into your coat pockets trying to hide your nerves talking to him. "What about you? You look a bit young to be a parent and I think I would have noticed you around school before." You panic as you realize how that sounds. "Not that you're super noticeable..." oops! overcorrected! "I mean your noticeable, just I... What I mean is it's not a big school. I've met everyone on the staff." You make eye contact with him knowing you are bright red with embarrassment. He chuckles softly, smiling at you.

"I'm here to support a friend. Scott McCall. I'm sort of friend slash mentor of his so I come to the games occasionally."

"Oh, that's nice of you." You respond. Lame you think to yourself immediately.

"Yeah, I guess." He pauses. "I should let you get back to your coworkers." He takes a step by to that you can pass him.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks." You say as you step past him. "Enjoy the game."

"You too." He smiles gently again before walking away from the stands and toward the players.

You join your coworkers at their place in the stands, accepting a warm cup of cider from Mrs. Martin. The next couple of hours pass quickly as you watch the game. Every so often you feel drawn toward the front of the stands. Whenever you look down toward the front your eyes immediately fall on Derek sitting with the sheriff and a dark-haired woman that, if you had to guess, you would say is Scott's mom. You count yourself doing this no less than fifteen times over the course of the game. During several of these glances though, you catch Derek looking back up at you. He looks away quickly and so do you. Mrs. Martin elbows you gently to get you attention. When you look at her, she's smirking at you.

"Finding another reason to like Beacon Hills?" She nods in Derek's general direction. You blush immediately.

"Maybe..." You mumble, suddenly very interested in your now empty cider cup. She chuckles at you before turning back to the game.

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Derek's POV

Goddamnit! He thinks to himself as he walks away from you and toward Scott. Derek had never really thought much of the soulmate bond he had. He barely felt any pain from his other half, and it was almost always so faint. He figured you had to be far enough away that you would likely never meet. Then, when things are at their worst you show up.

He would recognize you anywhere. He remembered the night you got that scar. It was nearly a decade ago, but he never forgot the way that hurt. Whatever made that cut moved slow and ran deep. It hurt him more than any other pain from the bond had, it had to have been agonizing for you.

The fact that you had come to town now felt ominous. Derek was losing his power, there were assassins hunting down supernaturals all over beacon hills and now you were in the middle of it. Then there was the thing he had not been expecting when he met his soulmate for the first time; you were not a werewolf, you were human.

All of this is swirling around Derek's head, distracting him. He almost ran directly into Scott. Scott put out a hand to stop him.

"Whoa, Derek. What's up?" He asks.

"Yeah man, you look like someone shit in your cereal." Stiles adds. Derek just glares back at him for a moment before turning back to Scott.

"Do you remember what I told you about werewolves sometimes having soulmates?" He asks Scott.

"Vaguely." Scott replies. "You told me it was very rare, and that soulmates could feel each other's pain, but only like a little bit. Until they get close then it gets stronger." Scott shakes his head. "But that's it. I don't really remember anything else."

"Did I tell you that I have one?" Derek asks.

"WHAT?!?!" Scott and Stiles shout at the same time, garnering the attention of several of their teammates.

"Keep your voices down!" Derek growls.

"Sorry. It's just, you definitely didn't mention that." Scott responds much more quietly.

"Yeah, well I didn't think it was ever going to come up, until now."

"Why are you telling us now?" Stiles asks him.

"Because she's here." The eyes of both Scott and Stiles bug out in surprise.

"You mean here right now?" Stiles points at the ground in disbelief. "Here? At this game?"

"Yes, I literally just walked into her on the way over here."

"Where?" Scott asks as both he and Stiles start looking around over Derek's shoulder.

"At the base of the stands. She said she was meeting up with her fellow teachers to watch the game." He sighs.

"Wait, she's a teacher?" Scott responds.

"Yes, she is." He looks over his shoulder quickly to see where you ended up sitting. He turns back to the boys. "She's up in the fifth row, next to Lydia's mother. She has a scar."

"Miss (Y/L/N), the new chemistry teacher?" Stiles is looking repeatedly between Derek and you in the stands as he speaks.

"(Y/N)." Dereks says your name quietly, almost to himself.

"She's your soulmate? Our chemistry teacher is your soulmate?" Stiles' words are still riddled in disbelief. "How do you know?"

"The scar. I remember the night it happened. I knew who she was the second I saw it."

"But wait, if she's a wolf, shouldn't the injury have healed without leaving a scar?" Scott looks like he trying to do complex math thinking about it.

"That's just the thing Scott. She's not a wolf." Derek shakes his head. "I could tell the second I smelled her, she's human."

"So, does she know about us? About everything?" Scotts asks. Derek shakes hid again.

"I don't know. I doubt it. Most people don't grow up knowing about our world unless they're in it." Derek looks back over his shoulder at you. "I don't think she knows anything." He turns back to the boys. "And it's going to stay that way." He adds sternly.

"What? Why?" Scott is shocked.

"Why? Look around us Scott. We are constantly fighting for our lives. There are hired killers all around this town hunting us. If she's not involved, I'm not dragging her in to get her killed." Derek's voice rises a bit as he speaks.

"Well, if she's human, then the hired killers won't be after her. Right?" Stiles adds, unhelpfully. Derek glares at him.

"She may not be on the Dead Pool, but do you think any one of the people hunting us wouldn't be willing to hurt her to get to me if they had the chance?" Derek snarls at him.

"Well, when you put it that way, no. I don't think any of them would have a moral crisis over it." Stiles looks a little ashamed as he answers.

"So, what? Are you just not going to tell her about any of it?" Scotts gestures generally around he asks. Then he points to Derek. "Not even your bond?"

"No, it's better if I leave her be." Derek says. He didn't know this was where the conversation was going to go when he told Scott about you, but he knows it is the right choice. Bringing you into this would get you killed. He cannot do that.

Before the boys have time to respond they are cut off by a sharp whistle.

"Stilinski! McCall! On the field, now!!" Coach's aggravated voice rings out. It's clear neither Scott nor Stiles wants to end the conversation here.

"Go." Derek says, before turning to go back and join Melissa and Noah in the stands. He sits next to Melissa. All throughout the game he is trying to make himself forget where you're sitting. Trying not to think about you, just a few rows away. He can't help it though. He keeps looking up to where you are. Physically unable to stop himself. A few times he even catches your eye and has to look away immediately.

One thing was very clear to him; leaving you alone was going to be very, very hard for him.

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the-bat-writes-imagines · 7 months ago

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Leverage

Fandom: Uncharted

Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader

Story Type: Mild Peril/Angst/Fluff

Warning: Mild peril, mild violence, swearing, not completely canon, mild references to sex, Rafe being annoying, Sam and (Y/N) arguing, barely proofread

Summary: You joined up with the Drakes and Sully to help them get to Avery's treasure before Rafe. There have been feelings developing between you and Sam for a while now. You've been hiding those feelings behind brief sexual encounters. Rafe capturing the two of you puts you in a position to finally have to admit that there is more than just lust between the two of you.

You and Sam are running through the jungle trying to escape Rafe's goons. You're huffing and trying to keep up with Sam when he stops out of nowhere. You nearly run straight into his back

"What-" Your question is caught in your throat as you see what stopped him. There is a line of five armed men directly ahead, all with their guns aimed at the two of you.

"Well, it looks like you found the B Team." Rafe's eternally grating voice comes from the trail behind you. Sam turns his head back to see Rafe and the dozen more men that are with him. A grimace firmly set into Sam's features. Sam pushes you behind his body so that your back is to the trees and all the armed soldiers are on either side of the two of you.

"Got any plans for this?" You chuckle nervously as you whisper the question to Sam.

"I'm working on it sweetheart." He whispers back.

"Alright, before these two get any brilliant ideas." Rafe gestures to his men who immediately move to completely surround the two of you. It should be impossible but both you and Sam tense up even more as the circle of guns forms. You can see how rigid Sam is standing, but despite his own fear he reaches for your hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Now let's make this simple for the two of you. Sam, (Y/N) you are going to come with us and then Sam, you're going to help me find the treasure. Simple enough for you?" You can see Sam about make a snarky retort when Rafe nods to his boys.

All of sudden they all move forward toward the two of you. Next thing you know hands are on you, grabbing you roughly by the arms and forcing your hands behind your back. Two men are doing the same to Sam as he protests.

"Hey!" He yells about as they grab him. "Get your fucking hands off of me." He struggles against the men grabbing him, until he sees that two of the goons have you in their grasp. He pauses for a second in horror, just long enough for a set of zip tie cuffs to be slipped over his hands. Then he is thrashing even more against his captors. "LET HER GO! GET AWAY FROM HER!" He screams as he tries to pull toward you. You find yourself frozen in fear as a set of cuffs are tightened around your wrists.

"Huh." You hear Rafe mutter to himself before he takes a few steps toward you. Then he pulls a gun out from his belt and puts the muzzle directly against your forehead. You flinch and close your eyes as you feel the cool metal meet your skin. Sam stops struggling immediately, completely frozen with fear written across his face. "Now then, that's better Sam." Rafe continues to hold the gun to your head. "You know I thought it was going to be inconvenient having caught the both of you. After all we only need Sam. Now, I'm starting to see the advantage to it though." You open your eyes as feel Rafe's eyes on you. He smirks before looking back to Sam. "Let me make this very clear for you Sam. You behave and do what you're told, or I kill her." He pulls the turns off the safety on the gun to emphasize his point.

"Okay, I get it. Please, just..." Sam trails off, looking defeated as he stops pulling against his captors and lets them tighten the zip tie cuffs on him.

"See, now isn't that easier!" Rafe says as he pulls the gun away from your head finally. "You keep your gun on her." He tells one of the men behind you. You can't see the gun move, but you can feel the shift as he aims it at your head. "Well, now that that's all settled, back to base!" Rafe orders.

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After an excruciatingly long drive back to the base, with a man's gun pointed at you, you finally come to a stop. You're pulled from the jeep. Immediately you start to look around the area for Sam. He was taken in another vehicle, and you worried about him for the entire ride. You spot him getting pulled out of another jeep by two men. He looks around frantically until his eyes meet yours and you can see him relax instantly. Before you can call out to him, both of you are being roughly escorted toward a tent near the center of the camp. Rafe waiting for you by the entrance.

"Welcome! This will we your humble abode for the next few days. It comes with such amenities as round the clock guards and a quaint dirt floor. Now, I'm not a monster so we can remove those cuffs before you settle in for the night." He gestures for the men at your backs, and you feel the release of pressure as the cuffs are cut away. You and Sam mirror each other as you pull your hands in front of you and rub at your wrists. "I'll let you two be for the rest of the night but let me make sure you two know where you stand. Your guards will be on every side of the tent all night and if either of you is caught trying to escape, they have orders to shoot sweet (Y/N) here in the head. Are we clear?" You go cold with fear again but nod. Sam does the same and takes a small step closer to you. "Good. Now sweet dreams, we start treasure hunting in morning."

Rafe starts to walk away, and you get pushed forward toward the tent. Sam holds the flap open for you to step through. You watch him shove the flap closed roughly before angrily tying it shut. Just at the base of the tent flaps you can see shadows move as the guards take their positions. Sam looks back at you for a second, and in the next he is directly in front of you. He places his hands on either side of your face and looks you once over, seeming to look for any sign of injury.

"Are you okay?" He asks, barely above a whisper. You nod slowly, reaching up to take his hands in yours.

"Are you?" You ask, looking to see if he seems injured at all.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You sure you're good, you look pretty shaken up babe?" You smile a little at the nickname.

"I'm just not used to having guns pointed at me." You try to laugh it off, but there's an edge of fear that creeps into your voice. You pull back a bit from Sam so that you can rub your hands over your arms. Now that the adrenaline has faded the lingering anxiety is making you feel a chill. Sam reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You start to relax as you feel his warmth around you.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have gotten you involved in all this." He whispers into your hair. He runs a hand gently over your back. You shake your head against his chest.

"You didn't get me involved in this. I got me involved in this. I chose to be here." You pull back enough to look up at him, and he's looking back down at you.

"Rafe would never have gotten to you today if you weren't with me." He shakes his head.

"There's no way to know that, and hell if what he said was any indicator, I was expendable until he thought he could use me for leverage against you." You point out to Sam. He nods, but he is no longer looking at you. His eyes are trained on the floor.

"Yeah." He breathes out, barely audible.

"Now, let's stop worrying about blame and start figuring out how to get out of here." Sam's eyes shoot up at your suggestion.

"What?" He whisper yells back at you "You heard what Rafe said. If we try to leave, he's going to Kill you!"

"I know he said that, but we can't just stay here with that bastard. Plus, I'm sure we can get away without getting caught." You try to reason with him, but Sam is having none of it. He shakes his head at your words.

"I'm not risking your life! That's not an option!" He's starting to get angry now.

"What do you mean? 'That's not an option', Sam it's our only option. We can't stay here. If we do, we would either help give Rafe exactly what he wants. After which he will kill both of us. Or we don't help, in which case he will kill both of us, just faster." You lean in close as you lay out your options so that you can continue to whisper and hope the guards don't overhear the argument.

"You're forgetting Nathan. He will catch up to us and then we'll get out of here with help. Not with a gun pointed at your head." He's leaning in now too. You feel he's warm breath across you skin and you can't help but notice the scent of tobacco that radiates off of him. It reminds you of the few nights in hotels and motels that you two have spent blowing off steam together during this trip. It's a reminder of how Sam feels about you. To him you're a partner with benefits that's all. Good for a couple hours of fun before he splits to go back to bunking with his brother, leaving you feeling cold and alone. You can't take it right now, not when he's acting like he actually gives a damn about you. You turn away from to try a clear your head.

"Why are you bringing that up like it matters? It doesn-"

"Yes, it does!" He cuts you off, his aggressive whisper getting a little too loud for comfort. He grabs your arm and turns you back around to face him. "It matters. I am not letting you get fucking hurt because of me." You really can't take this anymore. It's a reminder of everything you wish he would feel for you, and it fucking hurts to think about.

"Stop it, Sam! Stop acting like you give a shit all of a sudden." You try to sound as firm as he did, but your words are laced with an undertone of defeat.

"What d'ya mean 'acting' like I give a shit?" He's taken aback, almost looking hurt or offended by your response.

"Come on, Sam. We both know what we are. We're partners for now, who fuck when it's fun and convenient. That's all. I appreciated it earlier because it kept Rafe from shooting me outright, but he's not looking anymore. You can drop the act." You can't look him in the eye right now. You are hiding it with anger and annoyance but saying that out loud hurt.

Sam takes another step back from you he chuckles darkly. There's no humor in it. He runs a hand over his jaw in frustration.

"Is that really what you think of me? Just a good ride in the sheets and a business partner?" If you didn't know Sam, you would say he sounded hurt. Little do know, just how hurt he really is by your words.

"What like you see me as anything different?" You try to maintain the annoyance in your voice, but the hurt is starting to creep through. You can feel your eyes starting to sting with the threat of tears. "Hell, to you I'm probably just the first girl you got the chance to fuck after Panama. That's fine, we had fun." It's really not fine and those tears are starting to spill over. "Just please stop acting like you care about me. I... I can't take it right now Sam." Your voice gets even quieter as you speak. You can no longer hide the hurt you're feeling right now.

"God, that's really how you think I feel?" His question hangs in the air for second before you force yourself to look up at him. His face is a mix of emotions. There is disbelief, hurt and shame all waring with each other. He shakes his head. "Baby, listen to me. What you saw out there wasn't a fucking act. When that bastard put a gun to your head, I was more scared than I've been in my fucking life. If he had pulled that trigger it was would have destroyed me." You try to process what he's saying, but you are too scared to let the words really sink in. "I wasn't acting for Rafe. He chose the perfect leverage against me. I won't lift a goddamn finger against him, if it puts you at risk." He adds sternly, taking a step toward you.

"Sam... what are you saying?" You whisper so quietly you can't even be sure he has heard you.

"I'm saying, I know I've been a prick. Letting you think you were just a good fuck. I walked out every night and left you alone because..." He swallows hard, taking a deep breath. "because I was too afraid to stay. I was too afraid to find out what it felt like to sleep with you in my arms. Because I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to let go." He closes the gap between you two. Finally close enough that you can feel his warmth again. You can smell the tobacco on him again, and this time it's comforting, not painful.

"Sam, I..." You reach up to place a hand on his chest. "I don't want you to let go." You breathe out. Sam leans his head down and before you can register the movement his lips are on yours. It's a bruising kiss, full of longing and words gone unspoken for too long. Your hands take hold of his shirt pulling him in even closer. He wraps both arms around you, pulling you as tightly against him as he can. Then your hands are in his hair. His tongue presses against your lips and you open for him. Your mouths move together deepening the kiss even more, if that were even possible.

What feels like both too soon and an eternity later, you finally come up for air. Sam nibbles on your bottom lip as pulls away, the way he knows you like. You look up at him, hair disheveled and lips bruised. God, he has never looked more beautiful. He's smiling down at you in a way you have only ever dreamed of. You try your best to commit the image to memory, never wanting to forget the joy that's sparkling in his eyes right now. He leans back down and starts pressing soft, playful kisses against your neck. Tickling you gently with his scruff. You relax against him, sighing in relief in joy as he pulls his head back to look at you again. Unease begins to settle over you once again as you remember where you are. You tighten you grip on him, trying to focus on him and not the threat that looms over you. You start to go cold again.

"Sam, what are we going to do?"

"I don't know baby, but we'll figure it out." He places both of his hands on either side of your face. Holding you and gently running his thumbs over your jaw in an attempt to help calm you. You close your eyes leaning into his touch. "For now, though let's get some rest. Then we'll work on things in the morning." You open your eye and nod. Sam takes your hand and pulls you toward the dingy camp bed at the back of the tent. It's not really big enough for the both of you, but you want to stay as close to him as you can right now. You'll make it work.

Then come morning, you'll work on your problem with Rafe.

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the-bat-writes-imagines · 8 months ago

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A Sort of Affection

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Peter Hale x McCall reader

Story Type: Angst, Fluff at the end.

Warnings: Age gap, violence, major character injury, near death experience, Peter is a little ooc, story not totally canon.

Summary: Scott's older sister, who is in her early 20's, is injured during a confrontation with Kali of the Alpha pack. She's human and therefore on the verge of death. Peter, despite his insistance that he is only out for himself, will do anything to help her.

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You had a feeling you shouldn't have come out here with Peter, but you did it anyway. It was routine. You were trying to find evidence of where Noah and your mother were. Peter was headed to Ms. Blake's apartment to look for clues. You didn't trust him not to immediately act on anything he found without bringing it to the pack first. So you insisted on going with him.

There wasn't much to gather, other than the fact Ms. Blake clearly did not keep any evidence of her druid activities here. Honestly it didn't even seem like she actually even lived here. You should get back to the others and see if they were having better luck.

"Well, I don't think we're going to get much else from this place. Let's go back and meet up with the others?" You look to Peter, honestly expecting an argument. He never wanted to listen to anyone other than himself.

"Agreed."

"Well- wait what?!?" You ask in shock.

"I said, I agree, now let's get out of here." He gestures towards the door. You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to suppress a smirk. "What? I can be agreeable." He replies with mock offense.

"You? Peter Hale? Agreeable?" You shake your head in amusement.

"Yes, I can be very agreeable... as long as the person making the suggestion is not a complete idiot." He shrugs and you snort in amusement.

"So, I guess that means I'm not a complete idiot then?" You ask him as the two of you exit the apartment.

"You? No. Your brother and his friends however..." Peter trails off, feigning shame at the thought. You know him though, and you know there is not an ounce of shame there.

"Stop it." You playfully slap his abdomen with the back of your hand. "They're not idiots, you just think you're smarter than everyone else."

"I don't think that, I know it. Besides you're almost as smart as m-" Peter stops suddenly, just as you exit the building into a nearly empty parking garage. You turn back to him in surprise only to see one of the scariest sights you have ever seen. Peter Hale looking absolutely terrified.

"What is it?" You can hear the shakiness in your own voice.

"Get behind me." Peter steps forward and puts his arm out in front of you. Guiding you to stand behind him. That's when you hear it. The sickening scrape of claws on asphalt. Immediately you feel a shiver down your spine, cold sweat starting to trickle down your back. Kali.

"Well, well, well, look at this. A washed up, former alpha and McCall's pathetic human sister." She says with a sneer. A sadistic grin forming on her face. "Looks like this going to be easy." Peter leans forward into a fighting stance, a growl rumbling in his chest as he transforms. Claws and teeth extending. Kali smiles as she mirrors his stance.

"Y/N, run." Peter growls. You are frozen in fear for a moment before the two of them pounce at one another. As soon as the two collide you finally remember how to work your legs. You sprint as fast as you are able away from the wolves. Your breath immediately starting to become ragged. Damn asthma, never had you been so jealous of Scott no longer having to deal with his.

You make the mistake of looking behind you to see where Peter and Kali were. Only to see Peter on his own, staggering to his feet. Kali was nowhere to be seen.

"NOOO!" Peter roars out as you suddenly feel a hand on your neck. The wind is knocked out of you as you are lifted off your feet. Breath cut off by Kali's hand on your throat. You feel her claws drawing a bit of blood as they press into your skin. You struggle against her grip, but it's useless. She is too strong for you too fight. Peter is running toward the two of you as fast as he can.

"LET HER GO!!" He roars again. Kali cocks her head in intrigue, looking from Peter to you.

"Interesting." She says. Next thing you feel is your body flying through the air as Kali launches you at the wall of the building. You slam into the wall, head cracking against the stone before you crumple onto the ground. Your head is ringing, vision blurred as Peter runs toward you and Kali disappears from your sight.

"Y/N! Y/N! Are you okay?" Peter is frantic, face twisted with concern as he kneels down in front of you. You try to tell him you are fine, but all that comes out is weak groan. Peter takes in the damage done you. Checking the back of your head with his hand. Finding his fingers coated in blood as he pulls them away. Panic strikes him. He sees your eyes struggling to stay open as you try to focus on him.

"Y/N!" Peter shouts again. He pulls your limp body into his lap. That's when he notices your breathing. The shallow gasps as you struggle to catch your breath. Kali threw you against the wall so hard that you broke several ribs and one of them had punctured your lung. Peter didn't know that, but it was clear that the something was very, very wrong and he was terrified.

"Y/N, I'm going to need you to hold on baby. I'm going to call Derek and Scott. Just stay with me." Peter pulls his phone out and calls Derek.

The next few minutes are the longest of Peter's life as he prays the other two wolves get there in time. Holding you, taking as much of your pain away as he can. He is rethinking the whole night trying to see a way that this could have been prevented. Some way that he could have protected you.

"Y/N!" Scott's voice rang out across from across the lot. Peter sighed in relief as he saw Scott and Derek running toward the two of you.

"What the hell happened!!" Scott yells as they approach.

"Kali." Peter growled out, the name laced with rage. "She attacked us. Now, Derek help her!"

"What do mean 'Derek help her'? She needs to go to the hospital!" Interjects Scott.

"No, look at her Scott." Peter nods toward your limp form in his arms. "She's barely conscious and she can't breath! Scott, she's dying!" Peter's voice strains as he tells him.

"You want me to give her the bite?" Derek asks, standing above the three of you.

"The bite!" Scott is immediately terrified. "That can't be her only option."

"It is, Scott!" Peter insists. "She won't make it to the hospital, at least this will give her a chance." He is pleading now.

"He's right Scott." Derek adds. "Listen to her breathing." Scott looks at you, listening to your breath and hears it. You are fading and if they don't act quick, you will die.

"What if she doesn't want this?" Scott asks. Peter nearly looses it at Scott.

"Do you think she'd rather die!!" He shouts at Scott. "At least this will give her a chance. Please." Scott looks up at Derek.

"Do it." He says to Derek who simply nods in response. Derek kneels down next you and takes your arm. His eyes glow red and his fangs extend before he brings them up to your arm. The bite hurts. You groan in pain at the contact, fire lighting up in your veins. Peter takes your hand again easing your pain. All three of the wolves around you hold their breath as they wait for a sign of life.

A moment later and suddenly your breath evens out. There is a collective sigh of relief from all of them. Peter checks the injury to the back of your head.

"She's healing." He says.

"Thank god." Scott replies. "We should get her home."

"We're near my place, I'll take her back there to rest. You two go back to check on the others." Peter says as he stands up with you in his arms.

"I don't thi-"

"Scott, the others need you and she needs rest. I live right down the road. She can stay on my couch and I'll take care of her." Peter cuts Scott off before he protest, but Scott still looks unsure. Peter, in the most on brand move of the night, rolls his eyes. "And I'll make sure she calls you the second she wakes up, okay?"

"Fine." Scott grumbles.

Peter carried you all the way back to his apartment. You were unconscious for most of it. You stirred just enough to note him tucking you into bed and feel him press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your last thought confusion over this sudden display of care from a man notorious for not caring about anyone other than himself.

...

The next morning you wake, warm and comfortable in a bed you don't recognize. For some reason you feel safe as you take in your surroundings. That's when you spot Peter, asleep in a chair next to the bed. The previous night starts to come back to you. Joking with Peter, then Kali, then pain and blood. Then your little brother was there and Derek. There was an argument. Then... a bite? That's right, Derek gave you the bite. You can't help yourself from pulling up your sleeve and inspecting the place where he bit you. There is obviously no mark, but you had to look anyway. Having a hard time processing that your whole life had changed last night and there wasn't even a scar to show it. You were so engrossed in your arm you don't notice Peter stirring.

"Are you okay?" He practically whispers. Your head jerks up at the sudden sound. You don't know how to answer him.

"Umm... I think so." Is the best you can manage. Peter stands up and steps toward before stopping himself. A look crossed his face, something you weren't familiar on him. Almost nervous?

"Okay, um, I'll go make some coffee." Peter quickly exits the room. You go to follow him, moving carefully expecting some pain or soreness. As you stand though, you realize you're fine. There's no pain, no sign of your injuries from last night. You need to talk to Peter about last night. There was something different about him last night. Peter was always out for himself. He only helped the pack when it meant saving himself. Yet last night he protected you. He put aside his own safety to care for you. He fought for you.

You quickly find Peter in the kitchen. Pausing for a moment to watch him move around the kitchen.

"Um, Peter are you okay?" You ask him as you lean against the doorframe. He pauses with two mugs in hand to look at you. He scoffs.

"Me? What could be wrong with me? I wasn't the one who got my brain scrambled like an egg last night." He shrugs, feigning nonchalance. You can't help but smile at him, seeing right through the deflection.

"You may not have gotten your brains scrambled last night, but you're acting like they're scrambled this morning." There was a bit of laughter to your tone, but neither of you really was in the mood to appreciate the joke.

"Maybe, but I guess I've got a lot to think about this morning." He responds quietly, almost to himself.

"Like what?" You ask. You take a few small steps further into the room, closer to him.

"You." He firmly places the mugs on the counter, seemingly in frustration. You take a few steps closer again until you're standing next to him.

"What about me?" Peter scoffs ever so lightly at your question. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes before he responds.

"Everything." His head hangs forward now. "Did you know when I first met you, when I first got brought back, I hated you. I saw the way you were with Scott and I knew in my very bones that I hated you. You were everything to Scott that I should have been for Derek. You have been there for him, protecting and loving him since the day he was born. Even after he was turned, you still set out to do everything you could to help him. I was jealous of the person that you were capable of being, the one that I could never seem to be." Peter leans on the counter palms pressed down onto it. He looked forward at the wall, refusing to look at you. You want to ask him what changed but decide it would be better to just let him speak. "Eventually though, that jealousy turned into a kind of admiration. I knew you were better than me and I started to realize that was a good thing. A great thing even. Then somewhere along the way that admiration morphed as well. It turned into a sort of..." Peter swallows hard like the word is difficult for him to say. "affection."

"Affection?" You ask quietly. He nods swallowing again.

"Once I recognized it, I couldn't let it go. Now it's practically all I think about." He runs a hand over his face. "All of sudden I can't help myself from wanting to be around you all of the time. Wanting to make sure that you're safe. Hell, last night when you volunteered to come with me I practically sighed with relief, because if you were with me I would know you were safe. I thought I would be able to protect you. I was clearly very wrong, but I thought I could." You step closer to him, placing your hand over his on the counter. He spreads his fingers so that you can intertwine yours with his before he continues. "I...I'm so sorry Y/N. When Kali went for you I thought my heart was going to rip itself out of my chest in fear. I... I should have stopped her, should have been faster." His head hangs low, eyes on the floor.

"But you did protect me, Peter." You say barely more than a whisper. "You did everything you could to keep her away from me. Then you stayed with me. Took away my pain. Made sure that my brother and Derek got to me in time."

"She should have never laid a hand on you." He responds sternly. "You should never have been hurt to begin with. And last night Scott was right. I made the choice for Derek to give the bite. I took that choice away from you, because I was too selfish to risk letting you go."

"You were right to push for the bite!" You respond in disbelief, causing him to turn to you for the first since you entered the kitchen.

"What?"

"Peter, if you hadn't pushed for the bite I would be dead. I'm not, because of you. I'm alive because of you. Maybe, I wouldn't have asked for this outside of a near death experience, but I'm glad that it happened. I know things are going to just get more complicated now, but at least I have some way to fight back. Some way to protect myself! Peter, if anything I'm grateful!" You plead with him, your other hand on his jaw to make him look at you. "You made me stronger and more importantly you kept me alive. Thank you."

"You're sure that you're okay with this?" He asks, making sure to look you in the eye as you respond.

"I'm sure. I want this and..." you trail off, making him nervous.

"What is it?"

"I...I want you." Peter can't help but let himself smile at that for second, but then his mask comes down. That stupid smirk of his comes out.

"Now there's something for the Beacon Hills' Top Ten Worst Ideas list." He says pulling back a bit.

"I mean it Peter. I've developed my own...sort of affection, for you." You say quietly. He looks at you, rolling his eyes, but he can't quite hide the smile that crosses his face. He is practically giddy hearing it, but he is Peter, so he can't let himself admit it.

"I still don't think that's a very good idea." He says it mockingly, but the tone isn't quite right. There is an undertone of sincerity there that you can hear. When you don't respond to him, he continues. "Everyone would hate it, especially your brother. I think the funny one wouldn't shut up about it for at least a year. Derek would brood over it for months. And Lydia - " You cut off his rant taking both of his hands in yours.

"Peter, I. Don't. Care. Scott and Stiles and Derek and whoever else can complain about it all they want. I still want this, with you."

"You really do mean that, don't you?" Peter stares directly into your eyes and you nod. He finds himself nodding with you before he leans down and presses his lips to yours. It's a gentle kiss at first, but you put your arms around his neck to pull him closer and he can't help himself. He wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss. You don't want him to stop, but all of a sudden he pulls his head away. Arms not leaving your waist. He's looking at the apartment door, then he turns to you.

"I forgot to make you call your brother and now he's here." Just as Peter finishes his sentence a loud knocking proceeds at the door.

"Y/N!!" Calls your brother's voice from the other side of the door.

"Well, this is going to be fun." You say looking at Peter, still smiling to yourself when you make eye contact with him.

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