#derek hale imagines

[heliads]

Hi!! I miss your Derek fics so much so how’s one where you and him are in a casual relationship if yk what I mean when all of a sudden there’s a mishap that causes him to pull away and end up ghosting you because he caught feelings and is terrified of them, you still try to get in contact with him but got tired of it and that’s when Derek comes back basically begging for a chance to fix it🥺

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Derek Hale knows he’s gone too far because he’s no longer nervous waking up to hear someone else’s heartbeat next to him. Derek stays alone, always; it saves him the trouble of having to think about saving someone other than himself if he ever wakes up to another roaring inferno. Derek is good at being alone. It’s never something he’s struggled with, even as a lone wolf without a pack. He still talks to other people on occasion. It’s fine.

He’d thought it was fine. Derek had almost gotten to the point of convincing himself of it, and then he started making mistakes like entertaining himself with someone else, and by the time it occurred to him that he was long past the point of no return, there was no way he could ever end it. So he lives with it, it’s fine. Until it isn’t.

Derek Hale has never been the type to get caught up over a girl. He did it once, then swore it would never happen again. There is the idea of Derek, the lone wolf; Derek, the man with a heart colder than ice. He wouldn’t go so far as to describe himself as a womanizer, but he’s dated not one but two of the women who’ve tried to kill him and the other wolves in town, so maybe he should start thinking about raising his standards.

He did, though. That was the problem. Of all the people in this world, good and bad and outright bloodthirsty, Derek found the one woman capable of waltzing right past his best defenses and laying claim to the very organ he thought would never be bothered with again. Derek has long since assumed that, so long as it keeps beating on schedule, he’d never think about his heart unless someone was actively ripping it out of his chest, but Y/N changed that. She changed everything.

It was nothing at first. That’s what he promised himself the first time he woke up in an unfamiliar room that definitely wasn’t in his apartment complex. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he picked up on the sound of someone else breathing evenly next to him, but Y/N had woken up not long after him so they’d been able to talk things through. They’d both agreed that it was a one time thing, the result of years of rising tensions against supernaturals in Beacon Hills, and would never happen again.

The second time, Derek was no less taken aback, but a little more disappointed in himself. Usually, when he makes his word, he sticks to it for longer than a month. He’d left before she woke up that time. Didn’t stop him from crawling back, though. He can blame it on the alcohol that doesn’t affect him, the battle rush of adrenaline he’s long since learned to master. Excuses are easy. Falling is easier still.

Derek doesn’t fall, though. He won’t. Even if it kills him. Especially if it kills him. Derek can lock himself up and cut away his heart and distrust his mind until any conceivable feeling dies off from lack of oxygen. It wouldn’t be the first time. Somehow, he doubts it’ll be the last.

This is all well and good, but it doesn’t work as well as it should. Even now, blinking the last of the past night’s sleep from his eyes, Derek sits up slowly in his own bed, and the sight of Y/N there next to him isn’t surprising. Not at all. His internal alarm system stopped going off around her a long time ago. Hell, he gets more uneasy the longer he goes without seeing her instead of the other way around.

A year ago, he would have called that a mistake. Hales survive because they trust only each other. Y/N may be an ally in this eternally war-torn town, but that does not make her someone he can afford to keep around. Still, when he carefully lifts himself out of bed to avoid waking her, when she comes out of the room about half an hour later in one of his shirts, when Derek can’t quite tell where her perfume ends and his cologne begins, he wonders to himself if he hasn’t already crossed that line a very long time ago.

It doesn’t matter. None of this is real. He doesn’t make her breakfast, she doesn’t say goodbye. They just go about their lives as if the past night had never happened at all, as if none of the nights before that, all stretching out in one vast line of pale, bedsheet-white dominoes do not exist between them. You cannot topple what you do not see, and Derek’s eyes are snapped shut tight.

He’s started noticing things, though, against his better judgment. The furrows in Y/N’s brow vanish while she’s asleep, but they appear again when she looks around at her house or his in the morning and remembers something she’ll never tell him. Her shoulders always rise and pinch together right before she leaves without a word. Derek has started making himself scarce whenever she wakes up. It’s better for both of them if there’s no opportunity to stay any longer.

Most of all, Derek takes care to ensure that whatever happens at night does not affect either of them during the day. Y/N’s more closely allied with the McCall pack than whatever dregs are left of Derek’s ill-gotten attempt to seize power with his own batch of betas, but he still sees her often enough on wolf business. Derek has no doubt that Scott has caught on to the fact that they’re seeing each other, but neither of them will bring it up so long as it doesn’t become a problem.

A couple of times, Derek has felt Scott’s eyes on him like an accusation, burning holes into his shoulders whenever Y/N shows up late or seems listless during the discussions. Derek wants to throw up his hands and declare to anyone who cares to listen or blame him that he’s doing his best to make sure he isn’t the cause, but he doubts any of the younger pack members want to know that he’s specifically trimming off any stem of feeling before it takes root. He’s doing his best, at least. Surely that counts for something.

Still, he can feel their judgment like a plague, even outside of passing glimpses. When Scott McCall shows up at Derek’s door to ask for his help with a sudden hunter shootout at the hospital, Derek can still see the awareness in the back of the kid’s eyes. Y/N’s got her own thing going, Derek wants to clarify, she’s long past school-crush days just like him. They’re both adults and they can do what they please. High school sweethearts all die by hunters’ arrows. The ones who survive don’t play by the rules.

Scott will never bring it up, though, so Derek won’t, either. Instead, he just accompanies Scott to the hospital, where he slashes and stabs at anyone who tries to shoot at him. These sorts of things are becoming normal occurrences by now; Melissa McCall and the other doctors are probably sick of it, but what can you do?

Derek’s only half paying attention. He focuses enough to keep himself alive, but it’s easy to go on autopilot. The hunters will always attack, and they will always defend. Some will get hurt. They’ll heal in time to start the game over again. Nothing new.

It should be nothing new. It is, until Derek rounds a corner and he sees one of the hunters shooting at Y/N’s back. She’s distracted taking out someone else. She won’t react in time, Derek knows it, he can feel it in his bones like a bad frost, and Derek– he actually screams, a guttural shout of despair, and he hurls himself at the hunter. The gun goes flying out of the guy’s hands and into a corner of the room, blood spatters following it a second later. It’s alright again. Y/N is fine.

Y/N, actually, is staring at him in confusion. “What was that about?” She asks slowly.

Derek catches a hazy glimpse of himself in the glass panel of a nearby door and realizes that he looks mad. His eyes are wide, startled, glowing; his claws are out and dripping with gore. “He was going to shoot you,” he says, a little unsteadily, “You weren’t paying attention.”

She shakes her head slowly. “I was, Derek. His gun was empty. No more bullets left, I heard the empty barrel click a minute ago.”

Derek stares at her uncomprehendingly, and Y/N has to cross the room, pick up the fallen hunter’s weapon, and pull the trigger several times until Derek understands. She was right, no ammunition was shot. It was a complete misfire on his end, and something that he should have picked up on far before he decided to strike. If Y/N could hear that the gun was empty from across the room, Derek should have known it from where he stood.

He knows what this means, then. It means he’s making mistakes, and mistakes get you killed. They get everyone killed. Derek hasn’t made a mistake like this in a long time, because he never let anyone in, but he has now, hasn’t he? He’s known it for a long time. Y/N means far more to him than a prolonged one night stand. He has feelings for her, of a depth he couldn’t decipher if given a thousand years trapped inside his own head. Derek Hale has fallen in love, but this love will destroy him. It will make him weak.

And, fuck, Derek knows how this is going to end. How it always ends. He is a fire, consuming everything in his path; burning down his family home; choking the last breath from the lungs of anyone foolish enough to love him. If Y/N realizes that he loves her, if she does something so terrible as to love him back, she will fall before the year is out. They always do, and it will be his fault again, his fault like it was for all the others.

He moves before he knows what he’s doing. Y/N is calling after him, he thinks, but Derek is already rounding the corner and out of the hallway. Hunters in his path are killed by a wolf that might be Derek, if Derek was aware enough of what he was doing to act on anything more than animal instinct. Instead, he just keeps going like a bloodsoaked robot until Scott tells him it’s over, and then he leaves. He does not check in with the rest of the pack. He does not check in with Y/N.

In fact, he does not speak with her again. She tries texting him afterwards to see if he’s alright, and then even shows up at his door when he’s unresponsive for days, but Derek just waits silently in the confines of his apartment until she goes away. She can probably hear his heartbeat, but it doesn’t matter. This will benefit both of them. Neither Derek nor Y/N can afford an attachment like this. He’s already started slipping up in the heat of battle. Who knows what sort of deadly error he will commit next?

If he thought the McCall pack’s judgment was bad enough before, they’re downright diabolical now. He can’t speak to them without being on the receiving end of a thousand hateful stares. Every time he so much as crosses their path, you’d think he murdered their entire family. It’s unreal. Don’t they know he’s doing this for the best? 

It’s not like Derek enjoys this, anyway. It’s unnatural. He’s started waking up at odd hours of the night, reaching out for someone who isn’t there. Derek rises with the sun and stares at the empty other half of the bed. He starts to get up quietly and then remembers that there’s no one around who’s still sleeping, so he can be as loud as he pleases. It feels wrong when the floor creaks.

He’s started creeping closer to the door whenever Y/N stops by. He hovers right by the threshold, listening; he can tell by the inflections of her voice that she’s starting to give up hope, and then she stops coming. When a week goes by without a single word from her, Derek thinks that he should be pleased because he’s finally saved her from himself, but instead, all he feels is alone.

It’s not a good feeling, this. Derek thought he would be able to shake off any and all feelings for her in a matter of weeks, but even a month later, he’s still in a terrible state. Lydia starts taking pity on him, he thinks, and actually treats him like a normal human being again, which kind of makes it all worse. He doesn’t want her compassion. He wants–

He wants Y/N. Waking up alone again, hands curling into fists around empty sheets, Derek realizes the earth-shattering truth as if from a dream. He wants her. He wants her more than anything. If this is safety, Derek doesn’t want it. He hates not knowing if she’s alright. He hates thinking that he might have hurt her. If this is the cost of keeping them both alive, Derek would rather be dead.

He throws on his clothes, headed towards the door in a flash. He wakes up early, always has; if he can just get over to her place before she leaves to go to work, maybe it would be okay– maybe she would still want him– maybe he would be enough, now that he knows without a shadow of a doubt that she is for him–

Y/N doesn’t open her door at first, which is, admittedly, justified. Derek’s cheeks flush with shame remembering all the times he’d pointedly ignored her visits. However, she’s better than him, always has been, and opens the door eventually. He looks at her, breathes out at last, and says– “I miss you.”

Y/N arches a brow. “You do?”

“I do,” Derek repeats, “And I’ve been– stupid, really, and I shouldn’t have been. I know better than that.”

Y/N folds her arms across her chest. “What made you change your mind?”

“I realized I love you,” Derek says. It’s only five words, but it makes Y/N sway as if she’s been shot.

“You’re just saying that,” she whispers faintly.

Derek shakes her head. “I’m not the type to throw those words around. You know that. You know me better than anyone, Y/N. Tell me if I’m lying.”

He waits. She stares at him, but at last she nods slowly, and says, “You love me?”

“I love you,” he affirms. Then: “Can I come in?”

A ghost of a smile haunts her lips. “Always so forward, aren’t you?”

He laughs a little, actually. It surprises both of them, Derek the most. “I thought you liked that about me.”

“I do,” she admits, and steps aside to let him pass. Derek lingers by her side, he can’t help it. Moments like these were meant to be treasured. He may have messed up too many of them to count, but for once, Derek can start again. He intends to make the most of it.

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[hawkeyetrained]

Bait

Derek Hale x Fem!reader 

Other Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles, Lydia, Scott, Malia (mentioned), Liam (mentioned)

Warnings: angst, fighting, cuts and scrapes

Summary: When girls are being killed in Beacon Hills, and looks just like her, she gives the idea of using herself as bait.

Word Count: 2,427

Summer in Beacon Hills brought on a heat wave this year, making everything in the supernatural world that much harder. Lydia and I had gone shopping a week or so prior, so the two of us had gotten lucky with some clothes prepared for the heat, but the rest of the pack didn’t think to plan ahead. Most of the boys had traded in their long sleeves and flannels for t-shirts fairly quickly, opting to get out of the werewolf heat along with the heat from the sun.

The pack and I had been close since Scott first turned. I basically grew up with Lydia as my best friend, and Scott and Stiles were always around. When I first met Derek, I was in the woods with the boys when they had lost Scott’s inhaler. Ever since that day, the former alpha and I had been inseparable.

Now, we were halfway through our summer break before senior year and facing the latest big bad that decided to terrorize our little town. Stiles had noticed the pattern far before any of us did, alerting us to the bodies of young girls who had begun turning up in the woods, all having one scary connection. The four bodies that had been found were all going into their senior year here at Beacon Hills High and had H/C hair and E/C eyes, just like me. When Derek heard of the connection, I was no longer allowed to go out into the woods at all or be left alone anywhere. I was to be watched 24/7 until we caught whatever was killing the girls. I was alright with his plan, wanting to make him happy, but I was also scared that I would be the next body in the woods that Sheriff Stilinski would find.

“Hey.” A voice snapped me from my daydream on the couch in Derek’s loft. “You alright?” It was Peter, knelt down in front of me, his eyes full of worry.

I nodded and gave him a soft smile. “I’m ok.” Of his relationships with the rest of the pack, he and I got along the best. Peter could sense the love Derek and I held for each other, basically from day one, and was very protective of that. He never snapped at me, would bring me what I needed if I asked for it, and had volunteered to stay with me when I worked or needed a ride if Derek happened to be busy.

“You’re lying.” Damn the werewolf hearing. “Your heartbeat changes when you lie, it almost literally skips a beat.” He had a soft smirk on his face to show me he meant no offense.

I ran a hand through the ends of my hair as the last of the pack finally showed up for the meeting. “Just worried, I guess.” He stood and held his hands out to pull me to my feet, allowing me to drift over to Derek’s side as the meeting began.

“Any leads?” The true alpha asked, earning shaking heads and shrugs from the rest of the pack.

The werewolves went back and forth for a while, exchanging ideas on how to catch the new creature, trying to figure out what exactly it was, while Lydia and I shared looks between the two of us, almost having a silent conversation.

So, when I spoke up, she wasn’t all that surprised. “We know what it goes after.”

“We do.” Peter nodded, trying to see where I was going with it and wanting to see if he’ll need to calm his nephew down when I made my point.

“What if we set up a trap?”

“And how do we do that?” Derek’s eyes locked on me with his arms crossed over his chest.

I took a moment to square off my shoulders and hide the fear creeping up in my body that nearly everyone in the room could smell. “You need bait, to draw it out.”

“We can’t just send some random girl from the school, that knows nothing of the supernatural, out into the woods and hope they don’t get killed before we find our monster.” Stiles retorted, throwing his hands in the air.

I rolled my eyes and watched as Lydia smacked the back of his head. “She doesn’t mean someone random.”

Her comment made every set of eyes land on my face, my cheeks going red from all the attention. “What? We know that whatever this is, likes girls going into senior year here with H/C hair and E/C eyes.” I waved my hands to my face. “I kinda fit the description if you don’t remember.”

“No.” Derek growled out quickly. “No way in hell are you going to play bait for this monster.”

“Derek’s right.” Peter agreed with his nephew.

I groaned. “I can’t just sit around and wait for another body to drop when I know there’s something I can do! I get it, I’m human and therefore have no chance against this thing, but I’m also not saying I’ll be alone. Scatter yourselves through the woods, keep an eye on me as I walk around. This could be the only chance we get to stop this thing before it kills another girl we’re supposed to graduate with!”

“Not going to happen.” Came from Derek again.

I was about to speak again when Stiles’s phone rang through the loft. He answered quickly and had a quiet conversation with whoever was on the other end. “So, that was my dad.” My movements froze and I could feel Derek stiffen up next to me. “There’s another body, a lot closer to town this time.”

“Who?” Scott asked.

Stiles shrugged. “Caroline Mathews, I think he said. She’s been missing for three days.”

Caroline and I had the same chemistry class back in sophomore year, we were even lab partners for the better half of the year. “I knew her.” I mumbled.

This was the first girl to die with one of us truly knowing her. It had just been newer girls to the school that we all hadn’t met yet, or ones that we never shared classes with throughout the years. “Really?” Lydia came over to my side as I gave her a nod.

“She was my lab partner in chem two years ago. We used to joke around with Miss Mitchel that we were each other since we looked so alike.” Lydia wrapped an arm around my shoulder comfortingly. My eyes flashed up to Derek. “Please, you have to let me do this. I don’t want more families suffering because their daughter was killed. It’s bad enough we’re up to five now. Please.” My eyes were wide, and my heart pounded in my chest, waiting for the next “no” to leave his lips.

He hesitated before dropping his crossed arms and grabbing my hand. “Can we talk a minute?” I nodded, taking his hand tightly and following him out onto the balcony and into the summer heat. “You really want to risk your life on something we can figure out soon?”

“I know you’re scared, ok, I’m scared. But I also don’t want anyone else dying when there’s a chance that I can help stop this. Please. I’ll do everything you say and stay within eyesight. I swear to you.”

A deep sigh left Derek’s mouth and he suddenly pulled me into his chest tightly. “You do exactly as I say, and we do this tonight and tonight only. Anything goes south, you yell for help, even if we’re right there.” I nodded into his chest, hugging him back before we both went back inside to tell the pack of the plan for tonight.

Six hours later, I had added a green jacket to my outfit and had begun walking around the woods. The sun was slowly setting, and the rest of the pack was spread through the woods, Derek and Peter closest to me, flanking both of my sides about 500 feet away. The rest of the pack was spread out, listening for any strange sounds that shouldn’t belong or any odd scents. My heart pounded in my chest as I wondered around the woods, trying to keep track of where I was and where I had come from. I knew Derek wouldn’t let me get lost, but I wanted to make sure that I could run if I needed to.

My phone buzzed in my jacket pocket, my fingers flying to the object and pulling it up. A text from Lydia lit my screen up. Anything yet?

I quickly typed a message back. Nothing.

A message from Derek was next, popping to the top of my screen. Take a deep breath. You’re safe. Only a little longer before we call it a night.

My eyes flickered in the direction I knew Derek was following me, my eyes searching impossibly in the dark for him. I left the message open, not really knowing what to say or how to tell him that I was absolutely terrified being out in the woods, even though it was my idea to start.

Suddenly, there were heavy footsteps coming up from behind me, and moving fast. I quickly locked my phone, trying to slide it back in my pocket. Just as I was about to yell out for Derek and Peter, a body slammed into mine, sending me crashing to the ground and my phone flying away. Fear gripped me like a vice, squeezing my chest tighter and tighter as my brain tried working on what to do. I knew I needed to call out for the two Hale’s in the woods, to get up and run as fast and as far as I could, but nothing was working.

Deep growls filled the woods next, hands gripping onto my arms and pinning me into the dirt. I finally managed to crack my eyes open to get a look at what was huffing loudly, only to come face-to-face with an unfamiliar werewolf. His face was shifted, deep brown hair ruffled around his face and fangs barred at me with glowing blue eyes.

My chest tightened as his claws started digging into my skin. God, where were Derek and Peter? I struggled in the wolf’s hold, trying to pull my hands free, kicking against his weight but it was useless. Then I remembered Derek’s rule; yell, even if I knew he and Peter were close.

Taking the deepest possible breath, I finally managed to get my head together. “Derek!” My voice came out as a shriek, piercing through the air. “Derek, Peter!” I screamed, pulling as hard as I could against the weight. The hand that had been wrapped around my right wrist was suddenly squeezing at my throat, cutting off any other screams.

“No one’s here.” The wolf taunted. “It’s just you and me.” A sick smile crossed his face, enhancing the supernatural features. His claws pressed harder into my wrist and throat, a gasp of pain leaving my lips as he seemed to toy with me. “No one’s coming for you.”

The clawed hand at my throat raised into the air above me, making to slash at my throat, but before he was able to, a body crashed into him. The strange wolf and someone else went tumbling a few feet away from me, allowing me just a moment to sit up and huff in a few breaths of air before hands were wrapping around my shoulders.

“No! No, let me go!” I screamed, smacking at the hands on me.

“Hey, hey.” A familiar voice soothed. “You’re safe. I got you.” Peter turned me in his arms, grabbing at my chin to make me look up at him. “Look at me. You’re ok.”

I took a shaky breath and finally looked up to him. “Peter.” My word fell as a whisper.

The older Hale nodded, pulling me against his chest as new growls filled the air. Peter pulled me a bit farther from the space he had found me in. I turned as we got to the side of a large tree, Derek, Scott, Malia, and Liam were all stood in a line between me and the other wolf. I could hear Scott trying to talk with the wolf, but Peter’s gentle hands on my wrists distracted me.

“Are you alright?” He asked, voice low and very quiet. I nodded shakily, glancing down to the half dozen moon-shaped cuts along my wrists. Peter’s arms were laced with black veins as the pain subsided, his eyes looking at the scratches on my neck.

“Thank you.” I shuddered, no longer liking my own plan, but I was glad that the pack had found the wolf, and not another girl I was to graduate with this year.

A loud roar seemed to shake the ground, and I managed to catch sight of Derek slamming the wolf into the ground. It seemed like he had tried making a run between him and Liam, aiming for me yet again. Peter was in front of me the moment he caught his nephew’s movement, his teeth bared and a growl rumbling his chest.

“Leave.” Derek hissed, his teeth shining in the moonlight. A threat that I couldn’t hear left his lips, the wolf on the ground seeming to come back to himself a little. “You three, make sure he leaves.” Derek pulled the wolf up and shoved him towards the werewolves and werecoyote. After the wolf and our three pack members were far enough into the woods, Derek finally turned to me, his fangs retracting and his eyes softening from their bright blue back into his usual eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked, coming up and instantly wrapping his arms around me.

I nodded carefully into his chest. “I am now.”

He pulled back and gently took my hands into his, turning them over to check the cuts. “He did this? He say anything to you?” His hand then cupped my cheek as he raised my head to look at my neck.

“His claws.” I answered the first question. “And nothing important. He tried scaring me more than anything. Said no one was coming.”

“I should have come faster. He set traps in the woods to draw our attention away.”

My head shook at him. “You saved me. I’m sorry I had this plan. I know you didn’t like it.”

“It’s fine now. But you’re never playing bait again, you hear me?” He started leading me out of the woods, back towards the pack.

“I hear you.”

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[dazzlinghazefics]

Derek Hale x Reader : Hale and Mikaelson.

(part 1)

guess this is gonna be a series.

Derek Hale x Reader ( fem!mikaelson, Elijah's daughter)

Part 1! ~

Being an Original's daughter, and a witch with little control on powers had a lot of perks, so it was no surprise that Y/N Mikaelson, the miracle child of Elijah Mikaelson had to be under strict observation of her father and huge af family, especially her Hybrid uncle, Nik.

Y/N came into existence due to a procreation spell done on her mother, the love of Elijah's life, who had died at childbirth.

If anything that she inherited from her mother, was her witch powers ( a lil bit from her grandma Esther too lol ) and sense of humor ( well, her Uncle Kol says she has the humor from him) and rest is all from her father ( expect sense of fashion, thankfully. Who the heck wears suits in the summer heat?)

Elijah taught her values and virtues and literature, Klaus taught her art and how to kick someone's ass, Freya did her best to help with magic, Kol would often help her pull pranks, sneak around and have her share of fun, Rebekah would doll her up in the latest fashion and Marcel helped her to get relief from the family drama.

Beacon Hills. It's where her father decided to keep her safe. Throughout their existence, the Originals have made numerous enemies. And he couldn't afford to lose his child, his baby, to them.

And she fell in love.

With none other than her father's old ally, Talia Hale's son, the current Alpha of the renowned wolf family, Derek Samuel Hale.

Elijah, for the first time had found her interested in something other than books, music and magic, so was lenient in letting her meet him and letting him court her (much to Klaus's annoyance and possessiveness) .

But he absolutely hated it when his little one would sneak out and run into dangers just to help the pack. He couldn't stop her though, because she was fiercely loyal and stubborn and knew how to save herself.

Elijah knew Derek's the one for his princess, for his young one. His ample knowledge on the supernatural had told him his daughter and Derek had been destined to be together.

She had triggered her magic in the Beacon Hills preserve, while playing with Derek, as a child and one look of Talia had told him everything.

Derek Hale is her trigger and anchor, both.

She gained control on her magic while helping the werewolf in a faceoff with Gerard Argent, the one whom all the supernaturals loathe.

Elijah had to leave this daughter back in BH, for the safety and run to NOLA for handling his family's stupidity, warning her ( read literally pleading her ) to not get in trouble.

But things are never normal in Beacon Hills too.

That f*cking protection broke and here she is, pregnant. At 21, thankfully ( or her father and uncles would have straight ripped out Derek's heart, instead of going for a slightly less painful way)

" Derek Samuel Hale, istg, am gonna castrate you and then kill (pls, their baby is not going to grow up without their father.)"

" Calm down, sweetheart! We'll go through this together."

" Don't sweetheart me, Derek! We're going to be parents fgs!"

" I love you, and I love our child too."

" I know and I love you too, Der, but am scared."

" Our child had the Mikaelson-Hale gene. And we won't let anything happen to our child. Come here."

Later, they both visited the hospital for a checkup, completely unaware that they were being watched upon.

" Y/N, love, I think we owe an explanation of your presence at the hospital earlier today with your boyfriend."

Shoot. Her whole family.

Klaus's voice boomed in the house as soon as Y/N had stepped in, followed by Derek, who immediately felt he is in front of the hungry lion lions.

Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Marcel.

Guess he won't live to see the next day.

" What's wrong, princess? Are you sick?" Elijah asked worried and panicked, walking toward her.

" Uhm..ermm..."

Derek didn't know from were he got the courage, but he did.

Softly taking his girl's fingers in his, he said, as calmly as he could, "We're expecting a child. Y/N's pregnant."

The room was silent until Derek was shoved against the wall both by Elijah and Klaus.

"Dad! Uncle Nik!" Y/N cried out, dread and panic filling her face, as Kol hugged her, to calm her.

"Leave him, Dad!"

Kol humored, " It takes two to have a baby, brothers."

Klaus and Elijah's glare shut him up though.

"Dad, leave Derek please!"

Derek was coughing due to the choking.

All of a sudden, Elijah loosened his grip and started laughing.

Marcel rolled his eyes, " The news has sent him into a shock I think."

"Brother?"

"Dad?"

" Mr. Mikaelson?"

Rest were left shocked.

PART TWO?

sometime later if there's response on this one, (joking lol).

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He Takes Your Pain Away

Derek:

He would be very soft, not saying a word as he rested his hand on you. He’d start to question you about why you didn’t tell him you were in pain. When you tell him you didn’t want him to be in pain because of you, and insisted it didn’t hurt that bad, he’d pretend to take it personal that you seriously thought he couldn’t handle a little pain.

Scott:

He wouldn’t notice you were in pain, it would’ve been by sheer accident when he went to grab your hand to hold it. He’d sense your pain and start questioning what was wrong and what had happened. Of course, as he takes it away for you. He would feel bad that you weren’t comfortable enough to tell him and he would totally reassure you that even if you are in the slightest discomfort to not hesitate to ask him. He loves being able to help people and most certainly you. Probably say something about you deserving the pros of a werewolf boyfriend since you stick through the cons.

Stiles :

He is not a werewolf thus, can not take away your pain. However, he would look up all the possible remedies to soothe you. Give you a blanket, water and tell you to drink the whole thing. No ifs, ands, or buts. Debate on taking you to the hospital. Calling Melissa and bugging her every 5 mins. Sarcasm and bad jokes to make you distracted. Probably force Scott to take your pain even if he was hundreds of miles away.

Isaac:

Isaac was used to pain. His dad used to beat the crap out of him. So it would slightly break his heart whenever you were in pain. He actually always does these little “checks” occasionally. Whenever you fall or accidentally get hit by something, he would sneakily find a way to put his hand on you to make sure you were okay. You pretend like you don’t know what he’s doing for his benefit. Just makes you love him even more.

Liam :

He is new to the whole “werewolf” thing. But one of the things he’s mastered is taking pain. Your pain mostly. You protest but it’s pointless, he’s very sweet and will always assure you he can handle it. And makes a joke about how you make him stronger. And he will probably mention how it’s his fault in the first place for not watching out for you.

Brett:

Would be so smug about it. Would probably jokingly ask you how many guys you know that can do that. But then drop his smug smile when you start listing off your supernatural friends. He would ask you again if you are okay just to make sure.

Theo :

Proceeds to ask you who was responsible for it. Even if you insist it was just you, he’d try to find someone responsible for it and make them pay. Be such a protective softy. And hold your hand the entire way home, repetitively asking you if you were sure no one was involved in hurting you. Because no one messes with his love.

Aiden :

He would be more worried about you in the moment. Have Ethan go see what happened. Use it as an excuse to be glued to your side for the rest of the week. Literally. Whenever you guys were separated Ethan was in your shadows, being your body guard. Totally playing funny jokes on them and having Scott plan a getaway at school.

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I went back through my Teen Wolf preferences and added Aiden because I forgot how much I love him. Majorly disappointed in the lack of Gifs of him and his brother.

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can u write one where Derek and the reader get reunited after. Along time, like he faked his death or smthng and they’re rely mad at him or smthng

thanks for requesting!

"You're not real."

Your entire body was tense as you looked at Derek standing in front of you, finding it hard to believe.

"I'm real-"

"No, you're not. Derek died last year. I don't know who the fuck you are, but this isn't funny. Leave us alone now."

Your gun laid on the table next to you, you quickly grabbed it, aiming it at Derek as he tensed.

"You have every right to be mad, but please just..."

He took a step closer to you as you cocked the gun, keeping strong.

It couldn't be real.

"No, that's not Derek," you could feel the tears rushing to your eyes as you looked away from the body, looking back at Scott.

"I found him like this. He's been dead for at least two weeks," you shook your head in disbelief, stumbling back slightly.

"I don't know what type of sick prank this is supposed to be-"

"It's not a fucking prank, (Y/N) just look," Stiles took your phone from you, dialing Derek's number.

You could hear the phone buzzing from the counter, feeling your heart dropping.

You couldn't believe it.

"Stiles-"

"I'm sorry." you looked at the tears in both of their eyes, shaking your head.

"No, h-he can't... we were..." you could feel the air leaving you as more and more tears rushed to your eyes, feeling your heart in your throat.

"I had to keep you safe, (Y/N). I didn't want it to be like this," you could feel slight tears in your eyes as your hands shook slightly, remembering the events of last year.

"Prove you're Derek," your voice shook slightly.

"I know that we've known each other forever. I was there for you when you ran away. Your birthday's May 5th, you always picked on the fact that you're 7 months older than me. I know you've always wanted a family but you were too scared because of how dangerous everything in our lives was. I remember all the songs on your CD, your mom gave them to you before she died and you never go anywhere without them. I know that we were supposed to get married 9 months ago, but... I wasn't here," your hands were shaking as you lowered your gun, exhaling shakily.

"You... you've been alive this whole time?" you whimpered.

He nodded softly, while you shook your head.

"You couldn't reach out to me, could you? You couldn't have sent me one fucking text or a fucking call to let me know you were alive and okay?" there was slight anger in your voice, you could see the pain in Derek's face.

"I couldn't tell anyone. I'm sorry-"

"You think you can just apologize for making me grieve you and think you were dead for a whole year?!" you exclaimed.

"Yes, because we love each other. I know I... I'm here now and I'm sorry," he said.

You scoffed, laughing bitterly before shaking your head.

"Of course, you think that we can go back to how everything was before like this past year didn't happen, right?"

"(Y/N)."

"You have no idea how this past year has been on me, on any of us. How could you put me through something like this? If you love me so much how could you do this to me?" your voice broke, tears rushing down your face.

You could feel the anger leaving you, sadness taking over.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry. Please just forgive me." Derek begged, putting his hands on your shoulders.

You pulled away, shaking your head.

"I think you should leave," you said.

"(Y/N), please don't-"

"I think you need to go," you repeated once more, as he sighed, before nodding.

"I'll be back tomorrow and every day after that. I'm sorry, I'll do whatever I need to in order to get your trust back," you stayed stiff as he spoke, your tears falling.

He stroked your cheek softly, giving you a small smile.

"Bye," you didn't reply, keeping still as he made his way out the door, looking back at you before walking away.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, letting out a quiet sob as you fell to your knees.

All the pain from the past year hit you once more, leaving you feeling worse than ever before.

---

"You didn't tell her what happened," Scott gave Derek a look as he sat in the car, while he exhaled slowly.

"She needs some time-"

"No, she's gonna feel even worse if you tell her everything that happened. You should've told her now," Stiles added in.

"No. Shut up and drive, Scott." Derek's eyes flashed blue, earning an eye roll from the two boys.

He looked away from them, staring out the window, listening in to your broken cries as they drove off.

Nothing could hurt him more than listening to your cries, not being able to hold you.

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[selfignitingimagines]

Derek- For The Better

A/N- Here is part 2 of Maybe You Should. Sorry for the three month wait! Hope it lives up to expectations.

Original Request: can you do an imagine where the reader is a well known vocalist in  beacon hills and one night the pack goes to an underground party(you  know the umm like illegal shows something like that whatever im  sorry😂)and they see her again when their like a following a lead and  they see her there and she's like getting information(she's a hunter)  with like you know slight seduction but nothing excessive but the guy  sees the pack and he runs and reader gets really badass like woah and  can the pairing be with derek?

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    “Derek! Derek! Hey, let me go!”

    Derek turned at the sound of your familiar voice. You were sprinting up to the barricade that separated the Hale property from the rest of the world. Fire trucks and police cruisers surrounded  his house, which had been reduced to nothing but a burned out shell.

    “Ma’am, stop!” 

You were shoving past a couple of Beacon Hills Sheriff’s deputies, too quick for their pudgy, fumbling hands to grab. Acrid smoke filled the air, making you gag, but you never stopped running.

    Derek had been standing in his front yard, staring in horror as the Coroner began to carry the bodies of his family members, covered in white sheets. They had run out of body bags a while ago.

    “Derek!”

    You suddenly crashed into him, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders. “God, I thought you were-”

    You yelped as he shoved you off, sending you crashing onto the leaf-covered yard. 

    “Derek-” you began, scrambling to your feet. 

    Before you could finish, he was grabbing you by the throat and shoving you up against a nearby tree. 

    “I know you did this!” he screamed in your face. “I know you helped them!”

    “No! I didn’t-”

    “Stay away from me or I’ll kill you! I swear to god, I’ll kill you!”

    Derek sat up in bed with a start. He was drenched in sweat, and he had kicked his covers off in his sleep. They sat on the cold floor of the loft in a jumbled heap, looking sad and forlorn as the first rays of morning light shined onto them.

    He sighed, burying his face in his hands. Derek couldn’t get you out of his head. 

    Since the night at the underground show, thoughts of your reunion had plagued him. You had always been able to hide your feelings behind a hunter’s bravado, but you forgot that Derek knew you better than anyone. 

    It wasn’t just the circles under your eyes that you hid with concealer, or the urgency in your voice when you confronted Lydia that made him think something was seriously wrong. What set off alarm bells inside Derek’s head were your final words before disappearing that night.

    Maybe you should hate me. 

    Admitting guilt had never come easily to you. It was something you would never have done unless you had to. Unless you felt like you wouldn’t have another chance to say it.

    Your words had an air of finality to them, one that sent Derek’s stomach working itself into knots. Something was missing when it came to this whole situation with Kate. He was sure you held that missing piece, but he didn’t know if you would survive long enough for him to figure it out. 

    Yes, you had been reckless in the past, but he had almost watched you launch yourself off of a balcony and onto a werewolf three times your size. That wasn’t just reckless. It was suicidal.

    “She’s spiraling, Dude,” Stiles had told him in the parking lot. “She put a knife up to my freaking throat!”

    They were all crowded around Stiles’ jeep, going over how their plan had failed and what their next steps would be.

    Lydia, who normally disagreed when anyone said something negative about you, was uncharacteristically silent. Her lips were pressed together in a grim line. 

    “Maybe we can reach out,” Scott suggested. “Maybe she’ll tell us what she knows. ”

    Derek shook his head. “She doesn’t trust us.”

    “But she might trust you.”

    Derek glanced over at Lydia. He raised his eyebrows. 

    “Are you serious?”

    As it turned out, she was. 

    That was why Derek was now walking up the stairs of your apartment building, following the directions Lydia has given him. She was the only one you trusted with the location of your home.

    “She’s going to kill me for doing this,” the redhead had muttered to him.

    Derek reached up, knocking softly on the door of your apartment. He tapped his foot nervously, but he could hear you moving inside your apartment. 

    The sound of a television was playing softly in the background, and the fabric of your jeans began to slide across your leather couch. You were getting up.

When you heard the knock on your door, you walked over to peer out of the peephole. When you saw that it was Derek, you bristled. How the hell had he gotten your address?

For a second you considered not opening the door, but you knew he could hear you. It would be stupid to ignore him.

    Derek waited for what seemed like ages. He stood on the other side of the door, listening to your racing heartbeat. You took so long to open it that he began to turn away, sure you weren’t going to. 

    Then the lock clicked and the two of you were standing face to face. 

    “I’m going to kill Lydia,” you stated.

     “It’s not her fault,” he lied. “I insisted.”

    You crossed your arms over your chest. “What do you want?”

    “To talk,” he told you.

    You frowned. “What? Are you here to scold me again?”

    “No. I just…I just wanted to see if you’re okay. Can I come in?”

    You thought about it for a moment, glancing down at the brown paper bag in his hands. “What’s that?”

    “Wine.”

     “I’m listening.”

    “You still like rosé, don’t you?”

    “Maybe.”

    The smug look on Derek’s face was almost enough to make you slam the door right then, but there was something in his eyes that made you pause. 

    He did look worried. He might have been grinning at you, but his green eyes were stormy. Stress lines were forming at the corners. 

You could tell he was just as afraid for you as you were, even though he had no idea what was going on.

“Fine. Come in.”

    —-

    An hour later, you and Derek were sprawled out on your sofa, finishing off the bottle of wine. You were situated at one end with your legs extended next to his. He was leaning back against the opposite arm of the sofa, studying you intently.

    It reminded you of the countless nights the two of you had spent on the Hale’s basement couch before the fire. You and Derek would stay up until 4am, sitting just like that while you talked for hours or watched horror movies. 

By sunrise, Talia would usually find the two of you asleep on the cushions with the blank, fuzzy screen of a finished VHS tape still on the TV.

    The memory made you smile fondly, until Derek broke the silence.

“I owe you an apology,” he began. 

    You waved him off. “Don’t worry about it. You’re right. It was stupid.”

    Derek frowned. “I’m not talking about the underground show.”

    You leaned back against the end of the sofa, setting your wine glass down onto the nearby end table. “What are you talking about then?”

    He took a deep breath. “I blamed you for the fire. I pushed you away. You didn’t deserve that.”

    “We were kids,” you reminded him softly. “You had just lost your entire family.”

    “So did you.”

    A lump began to form in the back of your throat. You blinked hard, attempting to stop the tears that were threatening to spill. 

    “I left you with the Argents,” he continued. “I left you with Kate.”

    You shook your head. “Derek, they would have killed you. That was why I told you to stay away and-and then the fire…”

    You broke off, unable to bring yourself to even speak the words.

    “I should have fought harder for you…and for that I’m sorry.”

    “You don’t need to apologize.”

    You tried to say it confidently, but the tears were coming down now. There was a slight tremor in your voice as you spoke. 

    Derek moved closer, grabbing both of your hands in his own. “I do. I need to. And I need you to know that I’m going to fight for you.”

    “Derek,” you whispered. “I’m not the same person anymore.”

    “Neither am I. Just let me in,” he pleaded. “I want to help. Whatever is going on with Kate, whatever you’re afraid of, it doesn’t matter.”

    You shook your head and reached up to wipe your eyes. “You don’t understand-”

    “I know she killed your parents too. I know exactly how you feel, but you can’t keep running away from the people who are still here.”

    “I-”  You took a deep, shaky breath. Could you really come clean and tell Derek the truth about that night? 

 “I don’t want to talk about Kate.”

    “Okay,” he agreed. “We don’t have to.”

    He watched as the tension melted from your shoulders. Any questions he had about Kate weren’t going to be answered tonight.

    He let go of your hands and leaned back. “Can I ask you something?”

    “As long as it’s not about me and Kate.”

“You know, I’ve never seen you with a...you’ve never had…”

Derek paused for a bit, unsure how to broach the question.

    You let out a disbelieving laugh, wiping the stray tears from your face. “Are you asking me why I’ve never dated anyone?”

    Derek went red. “I just…I haven’t seen you with anyone in, like, ten years.”

     “Dating is kind of hard when your whole life is a secret, don’t you think?”

    He nodded. “Yeah. I get that, but some people already know.”

    “Which reminds me,” you said with a smile. “What happened to Braeden?”

    “Nothing. I mean, she was a great fighter, a great person, but…”

    “But what? She wasn’t good enough for the big, bad Derek Hale?”

    Your voice was teasing, but Derek wasn’t smiling back at you. In fact, he looked pretty grim.

    “No,” he said softly. “She wasn’t you.”

    The words slipped out before he could stop them. The minute he spoke, he realized he had made a mistake. You were staring at him in absolute shock, but now he had told the truth, and he had to keep going.

    “It’s always going to be you,” he admitted. “No matter what I’ve done, who I’ve been with…I’m always going to love you.”

    “Derek, all I’ve ever done is hurt you.”

    “That isn’t true. Y/n, I love you and I know you still love me.”

    You couldn’t deny it. You had loved Derek since you were fifteen, and you always would.

    “Please,” he begged. “Just stop running from me.”

     His green eyes were desperate and pleading. When you looked into them, you caught a glimpse of the Derek you had fallen in love with those years ago. The one who would have done anything, even died for you, if it meant keeping you safe. 

     Maybe it was time to let him try.

     “Okay. I’m done running.”

     You moved forward, closing the distance between the two of you. His lips met yours, and for the first time in ten years, you kissed him back. One of his arms came around your waist and pulled you closer, up and into his lap. 

     You clung to him, to the warmth emanating from his chest. You had ached for Derek for so long, ever since he had ended your relationship. It hadn’t mattered that he had forgiven you years ago. You never let yourself give in to those feelings until now.

 Your love for Derek was something you had kept locked away and hidden with the darkest parts of yourself. Now, as you faced what might possibly be the end of your life, you realized you couldn’t keep it from him any longer.

    “Wait. I need to show you something.”

    Derek followed you as you pulled away and rose from the couch. His brow furrowed in confusion, but he walked behind you as you headed toward your bedroom. 

    “I swear to god,” you told him, as you opened the door. “I’m not crazy.”

    “I know you’re n-”

    Derek froze. His words caught in his throat as you revealed the inside of your room. One entire wall was covered in newspaper clippings, looseleaf note pages and printed out photos. Almost all of them had been scrawled on with sharpie, and some of the items were connected with red string tacked to each piece. 

    You walked over and grabbed a single piece of paper, tearing it from where it was stuck to the wall. You offered it to Derek silently, and he gently took it from your hand. 

    He recognized Kate’s handwriting instantly. His stomach churned as he began to think of the love notes she used to write him, all those years ago when he had fallen for her manipulation.

    The note was short, but the four words scrawled on the paper were enough to make the hair on his arms stand up. 

    “‘I’m coming for you,’” he read aloud.

This was why you had been so desperate to find Kate. You had wanted to get to her before she could find you.

    “I should have told you,” you said softly. “I just…I didn’t want you to get hurt, Derek. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”

    Derek had a deep frown etched onto his face. He shook his head and then stepped forward to envelope you in his arms. 

    You stood there for a moment, stunned, but leaned into him nonetheless. 

    “God, Y/n, how do you think I would feel?”

    You didn’t say anything. Instead, you just buried your face into his warm shoulder. He reached up, running a comforting hand down your hair.

    “She’s killing hunters, isn’t she?” he asked. “Everyone from her past.”

    “I think so,” you whispered. “And I’m pretty sure I’m next.”

    He reached up, cupping your face in his hands. “She’s not going to touch you, Y/n. I promise.”

    You nodded, not sure what else to say. 

    “Do you trust me?” he asked softly.

    You took a deep breath. 

    Your relationship with Derek had become so twisted and broken. After the death of your parents and the fire, you had known things could never be the same between the two of you. For years, you weren’t sure if you could even be allies.

     Now, you were beginning to realize that, despite the rift between you, Derek had never stopped fighting for you. 

     “If there’s anyone I can trust,” you began. “It’s you.”

      Derek nodded. He began to turn away, but that was when you grabbed his hand. 

      He smiled against your lips as you tugged him closer. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy. 

     Derek walked you backwards until you hit the edge of your bed. Your duvet began to brush against the back of your thighs. That was when he reached down and scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

      He laid you onto the bed and you tugged him down by his shirt, attempting to close the distance between you. You had been apart for too long. You needed him close, and Derek was happy to oblige.

—--

      A few hours later, Derek awoke and rolled onto his side, feeling the cool fabric of your sheets brush against his chin. He groggily reached out for you, but his fingers only found empty covers. The space where you had been sleeping still felt warm, as if you had only gotten up moments ago. 

     A twinge of unease crept down his spine, but, for a moment, he assured himself that  you must have gotten up for a glass of water. That was when the coppery smell of blood wafted toward him. 

     Derek lept from the bed, throwing open the door with a bang. He followed the scent of your blood, only to find you in the living room. You weren’t alone.

     “Hi, Handsome.”

     In the moonlight shining from the window, Derek could see Kate standing there, holding a clawed hand to your throat. 

      Her blonde curls shimmered in the light. Kate looked like she always had, beautiful and blood-hungry. 

      She was grinning at him, revealing her sharp canines. She held a shotgun in her other hand, already stained red with your blood.

     There was a large gash on your head, no doubt the way Kate had subdued you. Blood was still dripping down your face, trickling onto your neck. 

     “Let her go,” Derek snarled. 

     Kate burst into laughter. “Seriously? Could you be any more cliche, Derek?”

     He let out a low growl. Kate rolled her eyes.

      “Let her go, or what?” she asked smugly. “In case you didn’t notice, I’ve got all the leverage here.”

     Derek met your eyes. They were filled with tears. 

     “What do you want?”

     “No, no, no,” she mused. “This is between me and Y/n.”

     She let out a sharp laugh and tightened her grip on your throat. Derek winced as you let out a pained, choking sound.

     “Would you believe that this little bitch has been trying to hunt me down?” she asked Derek. “She was going to try and kill me! After everything I did for her!”

     “Fuck you,” you managed to choke. 

     Kate let out an enraged snarl. In seconds, she was tossing you onto the floor. You hit the cold, wooden floor with a violent thump. 

     Then, Kate was pressing the muzzle of the shotgun up to the side of your head. 

     “Kate, no!” Derek shouted. “If you kill her, everything you taught her means nothing!”

     The Blonde paused. She glanced back at Derek with suspicion. “You’re just trying to stop me from blowing her pretty little head off.”

     “I don’t want you to kill her. You’re right. But you don’t want to kill her either. Everything that you did, everything you taught her…it made her who she is. I can tell that you’re proud of her.”

     You glanced up cautiously. Kate was gazing down at you, past the barrel of the gun. 

     She was wearing an expression that was so foreign, you felt like you had been transported into an alternate reality. Derek was right. As fucked up as it was, Kate was proud of you.

     “She’s the one thing you did right, isn’t she?” Derek continued. “If you kill her, that all goes to waste.”

     “I made you,” she said softly. “And you were going to try to kill me.”

     “I-I was,” you admitted. “But only because that’s what you taught me.”

     Kate laughed. “You’re right about that, Kiddo. See, you like to think that we have nothing in common. But we’re the same…more than he knows.”

     She nodded over her shoulder at Derek. “Or does he know?”

    You were silent. Derek watched as the color drained from your face. Kate let out a sharp peal of laughter. You flinched at the sound.

    “You are exactly like me,” she mused. “So what? You’ve been lying to him all these years?”

    “What are you talking about?”

    Derek glanced between the two of you. Kate’s expression was gleeful. You looked horrified.

    “Tell him,” Kate ordered, leveling the gun at you once more.

    Your voice came out in a broken whisper. “I can’t.”

     “Then I’ll shoot you, and I can tell him after you’ve bled out on the floor.”

     When you didn’t say anything, her finger moved toward the trigger. “Suit yourself.”

     “Stop!” Derek ordered. “Y/n, just tell me. Whatever it is, I won’t care.”

     “I wouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, Derek.”

    “Kate, please,” you begged.

    “Tell him!” she snarled, slamming the butt of the gun into your face once more.

    You collapsed onto the floor with a cry of pain. Kate had hit you so hard that white bursts were exploding across your vision.

    Derek had to fight to hold himself back. If he made one wrong move, Kate would kill you without a second thought. He watched, practically trembling with rage as you pushed yourself up on shaky hands. A bruise was already beginning to form across your cheek.

    “Last chance,” Kate told you. She pointed the shotgun at you once more. “Tell him you’ve been lying to him.”

    “Fine,” you whispered. 

    You looked up at Derek, and when you spoke, your voice was thick with shame. “Kate didn’t kill my parents. I did.”

    The stunned look on his face only confirmed that you had been right to keep it from him. 

“What?” he asked. “But you always said-”

    “She lied!” Kate snarled. “And she told you I did it? No. She killed them on the full moon. Not me.”

    “I didn’t want to-”

    “But you still pulled that trigger,” Kate cut in. “That’s why you’re just like me, Y/n.”

    “You locked me in the distillery with them!” you screamed.  “They were going to tear me apart!”

    Derek watched as the tears streamed down your face, leaving streaks in the blood that was already beginning to dry on your skin.

    “You did exactly what you were trained for,” Kate snarled. “Hunt and kill…and that’s all you’ll ever be able to do. Just like me.”

    “You’re right,” you whispered shakily. “I am just like you.”

    Kate smirked. “See? I told y-”

    Before she could react, you swept your leg into hers, knocking her off balance. 

     Kate roared as she fell onto her back, fumbling with the shotgun. When she managed to get to her knees and point the gun toward you, you were ready. 

     You shoved the barrel away just in time. As Kate pulled the trigger, the bullet sailed toward your living room window and shattered the glass. 

     Derek took the opportunity to lunge toward Kate, but she quickly ripped the gun from your grasp. She backed away from you and racked the shotgun. 

     You screamed as the bullet hit Derek in the chest, creating a large, bloody hole in his shirt. He let out a painful, ear-splitting howl, but then his knees hit the hardwood floor. A few moments later, so did the rest of him. 

     Kate began to pull more shotgun shells from her pocket, but you tackled her to the ground before she could load the gun. It spilled from her hands and clattered onto the floor, but she didn’t stop.

     “You stupid little bitch,” she snarled.

She yanked you up by your hair, shoving you into the wall behind you. The plaster cracked at the force.

Kate was pinning you by the throat. You scratched and clawed at her arms, but she was so much stronger than you. A scream was working its way up your throat, but you couldn’t breathe enough air to let it out.

This was the moment you had been terrified of. This was the moment Kate promised would come. 

She grinned at you, and you could tell she knew it too. That was when she thrust her claws into your stomach.

The pain was sharp and immediate. A strangled gasp escaped from your lips. Your fingers slipped from her hand on your throat, instinctively clutching at your abdomen.

“No!” Derek shouted. 

“Say hi to mommy and daddy for me,” she spat, before yanking her claws away. 

You fell to your knees, clutching your bleeding stomach. 

Then, the world suddenly tilted. You found yourself lying on your side with your cheek pressed against the wooden floor. Through blurry vision, you could see Kate climb out of the broken window.

The coppery taste of blood began to well up in your mouth as she disappeared into the night.

“No, no, no!”

Derek was suddenly leaning over you, pressing down onto the wounds Kate had left. Your vision went white with the pain, and you were pretty sure you screamed, but everything was hazy. 

Derek was breathing heavily, barely able to hold himself up as he held pressure to your wounds.

“Y-you,” you gasped weakly. “You’re hurt.”

Derek shook his head. “I’m healing. But you…”

“D-Derek-“

“Scott and the others are coming. They heard me howl.”

The look on his face was still stricken. 

“Not fast enough, huh?”

“I don’t know. I-I don’t know.”

You swallowed, gagging bitterly for a moment on the blood in your mouth. “I’m sorry for…for lying…for everything.”

“No.” His green eyes were welling with tears. “No. No you don’t have to apologize. I never should have believed Kate. I never should have let you go.”

“I pushed you away.” You reached up, grasping one of his hands, which was now wet with your own blood. “I’m…I’m most sorry for that.”

Your grip on his hand began to grow limp, and Derek could tell you were fading. 

“No!” he cried. “No, Y/n, come on. Stay awake. Please. Please!”

This was Derek’s worst nightmare, repeating itself all over again. The thought of losing someone else he loved, losing you, was unthinkable. 

You looked back up at him, but it was a struggle to fight the darkness creeping at the edge of your vision. Soon, the sound of his desperate voice began to fade too.

“Y/n, come on, please. I can’t lose you. I can’t…I can’t…”

His face began to blur, along with the other dark shapes that had entered your vision. You were just barely able to recognize a familiar pair of brown eyes before white hot pain spread through your arm and up your body.

Then, there was nothing.

—--

    You woke to the sound of birds chirping. The incessant chattering was sharp in your ears, almost painful.

When you opened your eyes, you could see bright sunlight shining through a row of large, square windows. You flinched away from its intensity, rolling over onto an unfamiliar mattress. 

You yanked on the fluffy gray comforter wrapped around you, pulling it over your head in an attempt to block the light and sound out. Once you were enveloped in the darkness, you tried to orient yourself.

The last thing you remembered was being attacked in your apartment, but you definitely weren’t there anymore. That was when you felt the bed dip. 

A warm hand came down to rest on your shoulder. “Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“The light,” you whispered. “It hurts.”

“Ah.”

 You felt the bed shift and,suddenly, the covers by your feet were being carefully lifted up. 

He wriggled under the comforter until he had crawled up beside you in the bed. His warm fingers came to rest on your cheek. 

“Hey, look at me.”

You opened your eyes. Derek was studying you carefully. “Do you know what’s happening?”

You thought back to the night before, when Kate had nearly killed you. Your hand came up to touch your abdomen. There should have been pain where Kate’s claws stabbed through you, but there was only smooth, bare skin.

When you pulled up the oversized T-shirt Derek had dressed you in, you saw that the wound had completely healed. 

“Scott bit me,” you realized. 

Derek nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry. I know he would have given you the choice, but…”

“There wasn’t one.”

“Yeah.”

“She would have killed me, Derek. You guys did what you had to do.”

“I’m still sorry.”

You shook your head. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I should have told you about my parents.”

Derek shook his head. “No. Don’t apologize.”

“But-”

“It wasn’t you. It was Kate. Nothing you told me changes the way I see you.”

He stroked his thumb down your cheek, swiping away the tears that were beginning to fall. “Nothing could ever make me stop loving you. You have to know that.”

“What if I hurt you?” you ask. “What if I can’t control myself on the full moon?”

“You’ll be able to eventually. It takes practice and patience.”

“I’m not very patient,” you muttered. 

Derek smiled. “Trust me, I know.”

You looked up, playfully smacking him in the chest. He caught your wrist, and pulled you closer. His other arm snaked around your waist, tugging you against him until your lips met his.

You felt surprisingly giddy, even though you were terrified at the thought of what would come next. You weren’t sure how you would handle becoming a werewolf, or what that would mean for your relationship with Derek. 

Yet again, the life you knew had been ripped away from you in a single night.  While the idea frightened you, you had a feeling that, this time, it was for the better.

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Hi! Hope I’m not too late, could I request a Derek Hale x reader where she (already knowing ab the supernatural) gets tired of Derek constantly disappearing from her life whenever he does that Derek thing until finally she’s fed up with it being the one to disappear this time idk how to end it or go from there but I was thinking of an angsty hurt/comfort with a happy ending🥺! Hope it’s enough, thank you!!

'the one who leaves ' - derek hale

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The hardest part of both being a werewolf and knowing a werewolf is, and will always be, the horrors. The attacks that never cease, the blood always shed. The second hardest part is the strain of being with someone whose life is always in jeopardy purely because of who they are. Although it doesn’t feel nearly as important as the constant threat of hunters, or the latest monster to decide that Beacon Hills should be its new domain, sometimes you swear the second part hangs even more heavily about your heart than the first. Then again, maybe that’s just because of Derek Hale.

Derek is one of the most complicated players on the supernatural chess board. You met him what feels like a lifetime ago, when one of seemingly dozens of supernatural attacks had threatened the lives of Beacon Hills citizens. Derek had saved your life. A month later, you’d saved him from some hunters. The back-and-forth of life saving went on and on until the two of you decided you were better as friends than people a little too important to each other to be acquaintances, and then the boundaries were shifted again when you started dating.

Sometimes, though, on rough nights after long fights and darker ones when you haven’t seen Derek in weeks and he doesn’t seem all that inclined to answer your texts or voicemails, you start to think that entering into a relationship with you is one of Derek’s biggest regrets. It’s not that he doesn’t care for you; Derek has assured you many times over that his feelings for you are stronger even than his loyalties to his pack, his commitment to killing the hunters responsible for the Hale House fire, yet the problem remains.

Derek is all too familiar with the struggle of having a weakness. When his ancestral home burned down with most of his family trapped inside, he learned for the first time that sometimes a mortal blow capable of destroying his life doesn’t have to threaten him specifically. When he loves someone so much that he prioritizes their safety above his own, Derek creates a weakness that hunters and other supernaturals can exploit. He would never forgive himself if you were hurt as a tool to get to him, so Derek has been doing his best to limit the fallout of any supernatural fight onto you.

However, this only seems to drive the two of you apart. Yes, by not being seen in public as often anymore, Derek lowers the possibility that a hunter would try to kidnap you as a hostage, but it also means that you see him less and less frequently. When you do finally manage to meet up, after thoroughly checking to make sure you haven’t been tailed, and only after dark in one of your houses, you’re both exhausted, wrung dry of the same life and spirit that had brought the two of you together in the first place.

It’s not the same anymore. You hate to admit it, but it’s true. Loving Derek is no longer the beautiful victory it had always been. Instead, you feel as if you’ve lost the war. Derek isn’t yours anymore. If he was, you wouldn’t have to hide what the two of you share, you wouldn’t have to constantly stare at the long list of missed calls on your phone and wonder when he’ll ever pick up, if he even wants to anymore. Derek is doing a great job at keeping you safe, but somewhere along the line, the two of you got your priorities mixed up. Now you’re alone and he’s alive, and you don’t know that you’re any happier about it than you would have been if one of you were lost to the hunters.

At this point, why try? Why even bother with the pretense of maintaining the ruse? The two of you might as well not even be together at all. It doesn’t feel like you are, certainly, when you go so long in between visits. Even when the two of you are finally face to face, Derek is harried and brief, hardly staying longer than a few hours before rushing off again, never to be seen for another few months.

It wears away at you like a river at a stone. Your sharp edges, the ones that pierced through his shell so easily at the beginning of it all, have been smoothed to nothingness. Each of your attempts to break through to Derek and coax him into staying even a little longer are brushed off with simple excuses. It’s like you don’t even exist to him anymore.

Fine. Fine. If you’re not a person to him anymore, he will not be a person to you. You pack up your things and leave Beacon Hills early one morning, only telling Scott McCall and Deaton over at the vet so they can contact you if need be. You don’t say a word about your absence to Derek. Why bother? He’s not even in town, hasn’t been for months. When he comes back– if he attempts to come back at all– he can ask one of his friends and hear the same answer that he would from you right now. There’s no point in wasting either of your time any longer.

You’re still engaged in fighting the good fight against the supernatural. Deaton is a longtime friend of yours, and he’d been hearing rumors of a peculiarity a couple of states over. He couldn’t afford to leave Beacon Hills for an extended period of time, being so important to the town as one of its last defenders, so you offered to go instead. It would be good for you, you said. The trip. Being able to clear your head.

Odds are, Deaton had been able to see through that excuse as he has many of your others all throughout your life, but he had just nodded and said that he was grateful for your help. With that, you left town. You’ve been in Beacon Hills for your entire life, excluding brief excursions in the name of school or work or family trips. Never before have you left like this, not entirely sure if you would ever come back, uncertain that the person you love most of all would be there to want you to return.

At first, the trip feels like a terror. Then you roll down the windows and let the early morning light touch your face with soft, bright fingers; then the breeze cools your face, running over your skin in loose circles; then you start to breathe at last, for the first time in what feels like years. Then you remember that you are still a person worth saving, and maybe even if Derek Hale cannot do that, you can save yourself by leaving.

The miles pass by in moments. You’re long gone by the time anyone starts waking up. Scott knew that you were leaving and told the other teenagers in his pack so they wouldn’t freak out, but he still texts you anyway. Hope you find what you’re looking for.

So do I, you message him back at a red light. Stay safe.

Thanks, he responds, then no more.

You end up in the state of your choice by the middle of the afternoon, booking a room at a hotel so you can have a home base while properly surveying the area. You don’t have a supernatural’s knack for telling when something is wrong, but the hairs on the back of your neck prickle anyway, letting you know that the currents of the wind around this city have a magical edge, a certain element that sets them aside from a normal town. Good. You could use something fantastical and uncommon.

You don’t know when you expect to hear back from Derek. Never, maybe. You had assumed that he wouldn’t try to reach out to you until he got back, which might be anywhere from a few months from now to never. Once he returned to Beacon Hills, Derek could hear from Scott as to why you weren’t there anymore. You and Derek hardly spoke at all anymore, except out of an obligation to make sure you were still alive. He probably wouldn’t care at all.

Yet not a week has gone by before you start getting frantic texts from Derek.

Y/N. You in town?

Why is your house empty?

Scott tells me you left town. Why didn’t you tell me?

Y/N. Please text back. I’m getting worried.

Three missed calls.

Please pick up, sweetheart. I’ll drive over there myself if I have to. Just tell me you’re alive.

You stare at the notifications for a long time, reveling in how they build in intensity, then tap out a message of your own at last:  I’m alive and well.

Derek immediately responds. And you didn’t tell me you were going?

The bright glow of your phone dulls your senses. Nothing feels right, but nothing feels wrong anymore. Loving Derek used to make you feel invincible. Now, you’re just tired, and wishing this exchange would end.

Didn’t think I would have to. You’ve been away for months, and you never tell me when you’re going. Why should I?

Derek doesn’t like that at all. It’s different with me, sweetheart. You know that.

You don’t bother to grace that with a response. Setting your phone on ‘do not disturb,’ you shove the device back in your pocket. It’s good that Derek is unhappy with this turn of events, you decide. For once, he should be the one panicking when he wakes up alone, when he wants to be with the person he loves only for them to disappear without a trace. Why should it be you all the time?

You carry on with your task. As it turns out, the case at hand, the utter unraveling of the supernatural presence in this town, is due to an overactive ancient curse on the town. Deaton talks you through how to shut it down, and once the job is done, you return home, proud of yourself and your accomplishments.

You’re fully expecting Derek to have left town again by the time you got back. He’s been messaging you non stop, but you’ve been leaving most of those messages on ‘unread’ since they all say pretty much the same things:  why wouldn’t you tell me you were going, are you alright, come back ASAP. You message back occasionally to assure him that you’re still alive, but mainly, you think a bit of silence would do the both of you some good.

After arriving back at Beacon Hills, you stop by your house to drop off your belongings before visiting Deaton to debrief. He’s glad to hear of your success, but once both of you have ensured that the town was handled accordingly, he breaks protocol to talk about your personal life instead.

“I think you should talk to Derek Hale,” he says uneasily.

You frown at him. “What?”

Deaton glances around to make sure no customers can overhear you, then continues on. “He’s been a wreck ever since you left. He keeps stopping by the shop to demand information from me. He insisted for a long time that I give him the name of the town you were visiting so he could check on you himself, but I kept it from him because I thought you would need to focus.”

“That was the right call,” you assure him. It would, after all, have been more difficult to juggle both an errant curse and a supremely ticked off boyfriend.

Deaton chuckles good-naturedly. “That was what I had assumed. I would still recommend talking to him, though. These sorts of conflicts are best handled sooner rather than later.”

You nod your agreement, and, after talking a few minutes longer, head out towards Derek’s apartment complex. Although you’ve felt bitterly triumphant in the fact that Derek now knows what it’s like to miss somebody like you’ve been missing him, you fell in love with him for a reason, and that reason was that you liked being around him more than you did with anyone else. You still love him, even if the two of you have been on the fringe of an argument for a while now.

That’s what drives you to his building, what carries you up the interminably long elevator ride, what brings you to knock twice on his door and wait until a quiet voice from inside announces that the door is unlocked.

That’s the first sign that something is wrong. Derek never leaves the door unlocked. Some could call it an overwhelming concern for safety, or just plain paranoia, but Derek’s experienced enough tragedy in his life to go overboard in making sure that he keeps all potential avenues of risk firmly blocked off. The fact that the door is unlocked disquiets you more than you like to admit.

Slowly, carefully, you push the door open. Immediately, you’re struck by the gloomy atmosphere of the place. Derek pulled the curtains over the wide windows of his apartment, making the whole place darker and more lifeless than usual. The lights are off. You can assume that Derek can see thanks to his werewolf senses without needing the fluorescents, but for your human eyes, the whole place just seems as dark and grave as a crypt.

“Derek?” You call out hesitantly.

Silence. Then, a husky voice from the back. “Y/N? Is that you?”

You still can’t see him in the gloom, so you cross the apartment to open the blinds on the large windows, hoping to toss some light on the situation. You know the layout of the place from memory, so many visits here help to solidify your knowledge of each piece of furniture in the apartment. Still, you’re not expecting to see Derek crumpled in a chair on the corner, looking significantly the worse for wear.

You’re at his side in an instant. “Derek? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” he says listlessly. “Not like you knew a thing about that, though, disappearing like that.”

Your concern for him starts to fade away, replaced instead by a burning irritation. “So that’s what all of this is about? You’re so hurt that I was the one to leave that you’ve become comatose?”

Derek sits up a little, eyes flashing. “You vanished without a trace and didn’t tell me where you went. I thought you were dead, Y/N. I had to pry information out of Deaton so I even knew you were alive, and when I tried to contact you, you ignored my messages. What the hell was I supposed to think?”

You laugh, although it’s not a happy sound. “Finally, you understand. This is what I deal with every time you leave town, Derek. You never tell me where you’re going or what you’re doing. I sat here in Beacon Hills for months, wondering if you’ll ever come back. I was gone for half the time you usually are and yet it’s far too much for you to handle. How do you think I feel?”

Derek’s lips flatten. “I– I didn’t realize you took it like that. I was just trying to keep you safe. You know how the hunters watch me, and–”

You cut him off, feeling the anger coiling through your stomach. “I know that, Derek. I know that every supernatural in your life that isn’t a part of your pack wants you dead. I know that in your head, this is how you keep me safe, by constantly cutting me out of your life, but has it occurred to you that this isn’t what I want? You could have asked me if this was the way to handle it. If you had even talked to me at all, I would have told you that I don’t care about being safe. Not if it means we’re like this. Not if it means I don’t get to have you at all.”

Derek stands up slowly, until he’s hovering just a few breaths away from you. One of his hands reaches up to cradle your cheek. “I never wanted to hurt you,” he whispers. “I’ve lost so many people in my life. I can’t lose you, too.”

“I know,” you murmur back. “But if you keep going on like this, if you keep pushing me away, you’ll lose me anyway.”

He flinches. “I should have asked you,” he admits. “I can’t erase the past, Y/N, but I can apologize for the present. Will you forgive me?”

“Only if you stay with me,” you answer him.

A ghost of a smile plays upon his lips. “I’ve never had a problem with that. It hurts like hell, leaving you. Always.”

“Then don’t do it anymore,” you urge him. “Stay with me, Derek. Keep me safe by staying with me.”

“I will,” Derek promises.

People in love make a lot of promises. Some are kept, some are broken. Some are forgotten about entirely. Looking at Derek in this half-darkness, though, you have a feeling that this one will be cherished for quite a long time indeed.

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Derek Hale x Reader : How Far We Have Come

This is my very first work here, so would mean a lot if you guys respond!

Requests open on any teen wolf character, even though I'll mainly be writing on ~

scott mccall

stiles stilinski

derek hale

issac lahey

liam dunbar

theo raeken

jordan parrish

If years ago, someone would have pointed out to both of you that it's a forever for you and that you both will go long and last a life time, both you, Y/N Stilinski and Derek Hale would have scoffed, scowled and laughed your asses out.

In love with my bestfriend? you would have scoffed.

Falling in love again? Derek would have scowled.

But here you are, with your children, Eli Hale , the second one, the third yet to pop out of the werewolf oven, as your brother, Stiles quotes. And the first child? It's Isaac Lahey. Your motherly instincts had kicked in after you had learned of him when was turned by Derek and you had immediately volunteered to take the young beta under your wing.

Your and Derek's friendship ties were severed when he decided to leave Beacon Hills with his sister Laura, after losing his family in the fire. You were badly hit emotionally. He had left without a goodbye.

Both of your mothers were close friends and you were close to the Hales and knew what they were. Talia loved and adored you like her own child, Peter and you had a bickering relationship, Laura, the elder sister you never had, Cora sister you loved as much as you love Stiles.

And Derek?

Well, you met him on one full moon night in the woods, where he had run off, struggling to control his shift.

You were 8 and he was 9.

He was about to attack you but as soon as his eyes fell on yours, under the moon light, he felt something shift in him.

You had always been his anchor, not anger.

And he was the one you had run to comfort yourself after you had given the shoulder to your father and brother to rely on after losing your mother.

He had been there all along, holding you on his arms. And you needed just that.

When Derek had returned back to Beacon Hills 6 years after he had left, none of you were the same.

Even though he was present round for months, you hadn't known he was there until you saw the news of his arrest, on charges of killing Laura Hale, thanks to your brother and his best friend.

You couldn't recognize the man you had know for so much time, except his forest green eyes.

You felt your heart shatter again.

Reason, unknown.

He saw you in the hospital, where you were working as a nurse.

The world came to a standstill for him, again, the moment his eyes fell on you.

He felt the pull he had felt long ago.

And he understood the pull this time.

Derek Hale was in love with you. In love with Y/N Stilinski.

All those years he had been away from you, from Beacon Hills, his heart was slowly realizing it.

When he had approached you as soon as he was broken out of his trance, he was met with a pale face and tear stained cheeks and greeted with a hard blow on the cheek.

He deserved that, he knew.

It too him months to get his best friend back and few years to get you as his lover and you both started dating secretly, but Stiles being Stiles, had found out about it soon, and his first reaction was

'Sour wolf and my sister! Y/N and Sour wolf!'

And you had simply sighed while Derek Hale had rolled his eyes as you lay cuddling in his loft while Stiles paced around and the rest of the pack stood dumfounded ( even though Issac had won the bet on Derek and You possibly dating and Lydia grumpily had to hand the money over after losing. And Scott literally fainting. )

'You know, it's a girl.' You said to your husband and rubbed your baby bump.

'Yeah? What are we going to name our princess?' Derek asked nuzzling his nose on your neck.

' Talia. Talia Hale.'

'Talia Claudia Hale.' He corrected, both of your eyes glistening with tears.

'Mommy! Daddy! Uncle Stiles fell in a ditch!' Eli barged in the house, yelling.

'Your son tackled me purposefully, Y/N! I didn't -'

How far you both have come!

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Can I request one with Derek please where he wants to propose to y/n and has the ring hidden, but she finds it and doesn't tell him. Then when he proposes, she kinda has to act surprised. Thank you

thanks for requesting!

"I swear to god, these stupid..." you looked through your room nearly a hundred times, trying to find your earring as you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

"(Y/N), it's not here, can we please just go?" you could hear the impatience in Stiles' voice as you shook your head.

"This earring looks amazing with this outfit, okay? If I'm going to pretend to be a professional, I need to dress like one, we just need to look once more," you opened your drawer once more, pulling your clothes out.

"I'm looking in Derek's stuff," Stiles opened the drawer as you shook your head.

"It's not gonna be in there, that's his side, not mine," you continued to look through, hearing silence from Stiles, while you frowned, turning to face him.

He seemed to be staring at something in the drawer.

"Is it a spider?" you jumped slightly, feeling tense before he shook his head.

"What the hell is it?! Stiles, I hate bugs," you groaned.

The expression on his face didn't waver, he gulped slightly before he reached into the drawer.

"Uhm..."

He held up a small velvet box as you gasped, your eyes widening.

"I-Is it a... is it a ring?" you asked softly.

"No, it's a unicorn. What the fuck else would it be?!" Stiles exclaimed.

You felt a wave of joy hit you as you laughed softly, feeling your heart racing.

Oh my god

You could see yourself spending the rest of your life with Derek, it's been over a year and you knew there was no one else out there you could find that would be as amazing as him.

"Put it back where you found it and we will agree to lie to our friends the rest of our lives, deal?" Stiles immediately nodded, he dreaded Derek hearing Stiles went through his belongings.

"You're gonna get married... holy shit," Stiles exclaimed.

"Shut up! Is that why... we're going out tonight... it's supposed to... I," your mind felt like it was going to explode as you inhaled deeply, Stiles shaking his head.

"Come on, let's just go," you nodded, following him out as you tried to hide the smile on your face, finding it more and more difficult.

---

You wrapped your arms around Derek's waist, leaning your head against his chest as the two of you laid on the blanket.

There was a slight chill in the air, but there was no better place in Beacon Hills. That was the spot you met Derek, all those years ago as he ran away from the fire. It was the first time you ever laid eyes on him, a moment the both of you could never forget.

"I love you," Derek muttered, pressing his lips to yours.

"I love you too," you whispered.

"Remember when we met?" he asked softly as you nodded.

"The moment I first saw you in the woods, I fell in love with you," you felt your face go warm as a small smile grew on it.

"All I know is that I could never imagine spending my life with anyone that isn't you, I want to be with you for as long as we both live.”

Derek sat up, holding your hands as you looked into his eyes, letting out a shaky breath.

"There's no one else I'd want to be with either. You're the only person I've ever felt this way about," you saw his face soften, a gentle smile as he ran his fingers through his hair, reaching into his pocket.

Is this it?

"(Y/N)..."

Your heart was racing, you could tell his was too.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?" tears instantly filled your eyes, as you nodded, seeing a look of relief on Derek's face.

"Yes, yes of course! God," you wrapped your arms around him tightly, pressing your lips to his as he laughed softly, holding onto you.

You pressed your lips against his, closing your eyes as a tear slipped down your cheek.

You laughed, wiping it away.

"I love you," you said, holding him once more.

"I love you too," he stroked your cheek, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you sniffled.

"Oh, we need to plan everything! Wait, maybe we should call someone... We need to tell the pack, or maybe we should wait... Maybe..." Derek continued to laugh as you began to list everything you could think of, rolling your eyes at him.

"If I kiss you will you shut up?" he asked.

"Why don't you try and find out?"

"Deal," you smiled against his lips, the two of you laying on the floor as he stroked your cheek.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Derek: Did you have a good day?

Isaac: Yes.

Stiles: No.

Isaac, to Stiles: Shut up.

Derek: So, you had a good day?

Isaac: Yes.

Stiles: No.

Isaac, to Stiles: Shut up!

Derek, to Isaac: You were meant to make sure he got some sleep.

Isaac: I made sure he got some sleep.

Stiles: He knocked me unconscious.

Isaac: It’s the same thing!

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[selfignitingimagines]

Derek- Maybe You Should

    A/N: I’m finally filling this wonderful request. I figured I’d split it into two parts, so you’ll have to let me know what you guys think.

    Request: can you do an imagine where the reader is a well known vocalist in beacon hills and one night the pack goes to an underground party(you know the umm like illegal shows something like that whatever im sorry😂)and they see her again when their like a following a lead and they see her there and she's like getting information(she's a hunter) with like you know slight seduction but nothing excessive but the guy sees the pack and he runs and reader gets really badass like woah and can the pairing be with derek?

     The moon was rising in the sky as Stiles’ jeep pulled into the parking garage. His brakes groaned as they came to a halt. 

    “Scott and Derek are already here,” Lydia told him from the passenger seat. She was glancing down at her phone, reading a text from one of the boys. 

    “Great. Let’s hope our guy is here too.”

    Stiles hopped out of the jeep and walked around to open the door for Lydia, who stepped down and pulled her purse onto her shoulder. 

    It had been a long time since anything supernatural had threatened Beacon Hills, but Lydia was beginning to find dead bodies again. 

    Each of the victims had been brutally murdered, and the evidence pointed to a familiar face. At every crime scene, the werewolves had discovered the unmistakable scent of Kate Argent.

    It wasn’t surprising, considering Kate’s new supernatural abilities and her insatiable search for power. Scott had always known she would be back at some point. He wasn’t sure why she was in Beacon Hills now, but he knew they had to stop her.

    After meeting up with Stiles and Lydia, he and Derek would meet the informant that had Kate’s location. It was an odd place for a meeting, but this venue was small enough that they could corner the man, and large enough that they could remain inconspicuous. 

    This was why, when he suggested the underground show location, Scott hadn’t said no.

    You were there that night as well, doing some recon of your own, though Scott and the others didn’t know it yet. As a prominent vocalist in Beacon Hills, you were a permanent fixture at these sorts of things. They were perfect for gathering information discreetly, and on top of that, they were fun. 

    You loved to sing. You always had, and it was the perfect cover for your real job. Being a werewolf hunter wasn’t the type of thing you could put on a business card.

     If you were being honest, you were more of a mercenary than a hunter. You tried to stick to a tight moral code, one based less on traditional hunting values and more on not being an asshole. That was why you were searching for a connection to Kate tonight. 

    She might have been the one to kill Gerard, but she was still the reason your whole family was dead. She was motivated by personal gain and vendetta, just like she always had been.

    You hated Kate more than you would normally hate a target. They were all scum, but when you looked at her, all you could think about was what she had tried to turn you into. 

    You thought about that as you sat in the makeshift dressing room, staring at your reflection in the glowing lights that bordered the mirror. Dark lipstick and sharp eyeliner were part of your signature look when you performed, but even with the familiar makeup, you didn’t recognize yourself. You hadn’t in a long time. 

    As you gazed in the mirror, you noticed the curtain that was covering the door rustling behind you. Your whole body went rigid. Maybe Kate had heard you were looking for her and decided to beat you to the punch.

    Your fingers inched toward your right boot, ready to grab the knife hidden inside it.

    “Y/n, you’re on in two minutes!”

    A stagehand popped through the curtain. The tension in your shoulders eased. 

    “Thanks,” you said curtly.

    She was gone as quickly as she had appeared, her dark ponytail bobbing behind her.

    You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and smoothed down your curls. 

     Maybe you weren’t sure who you were anymore, but you weren’t concerned about it. As long as you were eventually the woman who killed Kate Argent, nothing else mattered.

------

    Stiles and Lydia walked into the warehouse, peering through the crowd. Beacon Hills had made a name for its Underground Show ever since Matt Dahler murdered one of his victims during a performance there. The event had become a sort of morbid cult favorite, drawing in all sorts of performers from across the state. 

     The warehouse was crowded, and as Stiles and Lydia scanned the crowd for Scott and Derek, they spotted them down by the bar. After what felt like ages, they were able to weave their way through the sea of sweating bodies to get to them. 

    “So,” Stiles quipped. “What are we drinking?”

    Derek rolled his eyes.

    “Kincaid is up in the sound booth,” Scott explained. 

He was leaning against the bar, scanning the swarming crowd. 

    “Kincaid?” Stiles repeated. “Like Japanese mob-boss, bodyguard Kincaid? The guy who kicked all our asses?”

    Scott nodded. “I guess he’s doing anything for money these days.”

    The music faded in the background, and people shuffled around the stage. Some headed toward the bar for their next drink as the DJ got up to announce the next act. 

    “Next up, we’ve got a local artist. Some of you may know her, the Siren of Beacon Hills, Y/n Y/l/n!”

    Derek froze, then glanced over his shoulder.

    “Wait a second,” Stiles said. “Is that-?”

    “It’s her.” Derek sounded tired. 

    Stiles looked over at Lydia, who was studying Derek intently. 

    “That’s not good,” Scott said with a frown. 

    As Lydia liked to say, you and Derek had a history, and a painful one at that. The two of you had been high-school sweethearts before the death of your parents, but the relationship crumbled when you were adopted by the Argents at sixteen. 

     After being raised with a moderate take on the supernatural, you were suddenly a part of one of the most violent and dogmatic hunting families in the country. Shortly after, Derek’s entire family was burned alive inside their home by Kate Argent, now your adopted older sister. 

     Needless to say, things were never the same between the two of you. You didn’t speak for almost a decade, and for a while, Derek didn’t think you ever would.

     Years later, when Scott brought a new generation of supernatural problems to town, the path of your lives still seemed hopelessly intertwined. You remained neutral at times, helping the pack mostly for Allison’s sake, but that meant rekindling some sort of relationship with Derek.

     You would disappear for months at a time, and when you did show up, it was always in the middle of whatever supernatural disaster was blowing through Beacon Hills that month. 

     Each time you came back, he was reminded of what could have been.

    After Allison died, you took a step back, blending into the background once again...until you learned that Kate was still alive. 

    Scott always believed you meant well, but your recklessness had gotten in the way more than once. At the end of the day, you had your own priorities.

     You preferred to think of yourself as dedicated to your mission. So what if you got in the way of every carefully crafted plan the pack made? You had your own way of doing things, and it was faster and more effective. 

     At this point, you would kill Kate and anyone working for her if you had to.  You weren’t going to justify that to Scott or anyone else. You didn’t need to.

     Down at the bar, Stiles narrowed his eyes.

     “Anyone else think it’s weird that she’s here at the exact same time as us?”

     Lydia rolled her eyes.

     Derek slammed his beer down onto the counter. The Redhead jumped, startled, as he lunged from his seat.

     The legs of the stool scraped against the cement floor as he moved, though it was barely audible under the heavy base and your crooning voice.

     Before he could shove his way through the crowd, Scott grabbed his arm.

      “What are you doing?” he hissed. “We’re supposed to be laying low.”

     “It won’t matter if she gets to Kincaid first! She’ll make a scene in front of everybody. Kate will know we’re onto her and be gone by morning.”

     “What are you gonna do, Derek?” Stiles cut in. “Just pull her off stage?”

     “I’ll drag her down by her hair if I have to.”

     “Someone’s bitter.”

     “That’s just going to cause a bigger scene,” Scott protested.

     “Oh for god’s sake,” Lydia breathed, throwing up her hands. “All three of you are ridiculous. Why don’t I just go talk to her?”

     “Because she’ll sweet talk you into letting her go,” Derek snapped. “I know you have a soft spot for her.”

     Stiles looked between the two of them with an uneasy glance. “I’m gonna have to agree with Derek on that one.”

     Lydia huffed. “She’s Allison’s godmother.”

     “Was,” Derek corrected. “She’s only looking out for herself now. Once she gets that location, she won’t tell us where it is. She’ll go there alone and get herself killed, then Kate will be in the wind again..and where does that leave us?”

     Lydia glared at him with sharp green eyes, but she couldn’t find it in herself to bite back a reply. As much as she wanted to believe you would help, she knew Derek was right. 

     “If we keep fighting we’ll never find Kate,” Scott pointed out.

     “You got a better idea?” Derek asked him.

     “Yeah, actually, I do.”

----

     “Great set, Y/n!”

     “You too!”

     You thanked the band and crew as you walked off stage, still feeling that natural high from performing. The cheers of the crowd echoed back into the dressing room, and you allowed yourself a moment of vanity as you enjoyed the sound. 

     Sweat was pooling at the back of your neck. You pulled a scrunchie from your bag and tied your hair into a bun, tucking it back in preparation for what was coming. 

     You reached into your boot, feeling for your knife just to make sure it was still there. You were just about to slip out of the dressing room when you heard an unfamiliar male voice calling your name. The person sounded like they had a thick, exaggerated southern accent.

     “Y/n? Hey, uh, are you in there?”

     You walked forward, but paused outside the curtain.

     “Who is it?”

     “Oh, uh, you don’t know me. I just thought your set was awesome, and uh, I just really wanted to see if I could get your autograph. I came all the way from the great state of Texas-”

     Suspicious, you yanked back the curtain. When you saw the figure standing outside the dressing room, you scoffed.

     “Stiles, what the fuck are you doing?”

     “Oh, hey!” he cried. “Heh, sorry I thought that you would think that was funny. It was just a little prank, you know? Uh...I just wanted to come say hey. We haven’t seen each other in forever and I saw you on stage…”

     “Stiles, you don’t like me,” you reminded him, crossing your arms over your chest.

     He feigned surprise. “Wh-what?! Me? Come on, I mean, I admire your unorthodox methods, actually-”

     Before he could speak another word, you had pulled the knife from your boot and shoved him up against the nearest wall. He gulped as you placed the blade at his throat. 

     “I know you’re trying to stop me.” 

     “Hey, hey, hey! I-I’m just trying to help. I swear!” 

     “You can tell Scott I don’t need anyone’s help.”

     “Y-yeah. I can...I can, uh, pass that on.”

     You glared at him, but pulled the knife away from his throat nonetheless. You stormed off, leaving him still plastered against the wall, too scared to move. 

     You headed for the sound booth where your informant was working tonight, shaking your head in disbelief.  

     You couldn’t believe that Scott and the others had the nerve to get in your way. You knew they were trying to stop you from killing Kate. Scott didn’t believe in killing anyone, no matter what they had done. If he had it his way, Kate would never get what she deserved.

     You crept down through the building, headed toward the sound booth. You passed a few people on your way, but they were all working backstage and seemed to be too busy with their own jobs to give you much thought. A few recognized you and gave a quick wave, but that was about it.

     When you made it to the room the sound booth was in, you peered through the heavy metal door, which was cracked and propped open with a brick. You could see your informant sitting in a folding chair in front of the sound equipment. 

     He was wearing a dark, baggy hoodie with the hood pulled up. He seemed smaller than you anticipated, though it was hard to see in the dim room. The only light came from the glow of the soundboard and speakers.

     Your fingers tightened around the knife, ready to put it against the man’s throat. It would be easy enough to get Kate’s location. Most people were willing to talk with a blade pressed to their jugular vein. 

     You reached forward and yanked down the hood, intending to press the blade down. When you did, you saw a long shock of familiar, strawberry blonde hair spill down from the hood. 

     “Lydia?!”

     You stumbled back in shock. She rose from the chair and turned to face you, looking guilty the whole time. “What the hell are you doing?!”

     “Trying to stop you from doing something stupid!” 

     “You have no idea what I’m doing!”

     You turned, intending to run out the door in search of the informant, but she reached out to grasp your arm. “Y/n, wait!”

     You reluctantly turned back to face her. “What?”

     “Allison wouldn’t want you to do this.”

     You felt a pang in your chest. Lydia was telling the truth. Allison would want you to be a team player, to ask for help, but you could never bring yourself to do that. 

      In the end, it didn’t matter. She was dead anyway. 

     “You don’t understand. I have to do this. I have to find Kate.”

     Lydia frowned. The look in your eyes was desperate, almost crazed. You really did believe what you were saying. 

     “Y/n, we’re working on it.”

     You huffed. “Not quick enough!”

     “Why can’t you just let us help?” she cried. “You can trust us.”

     “Scott will never let me kill her, Lydia. Don’t you understand? As long as she’s alive, she’ll never stop.”

     “Scott’s not the only one who wants to help.”

     “Derek would never go against Scott. He comes first.”

      “Are you sure about that?”

     You paused. “Yes.”

     She raised an eyebrow. “You hesitated.”

     “Let go of me, Lydia. You can’t stop me.”

     She stared at you for a moment, her green eyes dark and troubled. “I know.”

     She released your wrist, and you stalked out of the room and down the hall. You rubbed at the marks her pink-painted nails had left in your skin. 

     You didn’t have time to analyze what she said, but a part of you had latched onto her words as you raced down the hall. Maybe at one point, Derek would have put you before anyone, but that was a long time ago. You weren’t sure why she would think that now.

     You shook away those thoughts, trying to focus on where the informant could have gone. If the whole pack was here, that meant they had their own plan. 

     You had known Scott for a long time, and Derek even longer. If they wanted to meet with someone, they’d want to do it somewhere private and away from the crowds.

     After exploring the warehouse for a few minutes, you noticed a rusty metal door on your right. The faded red paint on it told you that it led to a fire escape. You opened it and slipped outside, stepping onto a rickety metal platform. 

     You had a good vantage point from the second floor, and you could see that you were standing at the back of the building. A few cars and vans were parked below you, no doubt from people working the event or transporting equipment. 

     There were some flood lights attached to the building that cast a dim glow and illuminated the pavement lot below. Even with the light, you didn’t see anything worth noting. 

     A breeze blew past you as you leaned over the fire escape. You welcomed the sensation of the cool air on the back of your neck, but you still had work to do. You were just about to turn to go back inside when you heard the creaking of a metal door opening below. 

     You pressed yourself back against the fire escape, keeping to the shadows as voices began to drift up from below. You didn’t recognize the second voice, but you could tell the first one was Scott’s.

     “I appreciate you meeting me here.”

     “I’d appreciate my wire transfer.”

     You peered down through the holes in the metal platform. Scott and another man were standing next to the warehouse door, carefully keeping out of the light. Someone else was standing next to Scott, but you couldn’t see who it was from that angle.

      You could see that the informant was huge, definitely bigger than Scott. His hair seemed to be completely gone or buzzed very close to his head. 

     “Woah, woah, hold on. We already sent you the money, Kincaid”

     That was Stiles, but where was Derek?    

     “That was the fee for a meeting. If you want information, it’ll cost you more.”

     You rolled your eyes. Kincaid was right under the fire escape. If you jumped over the ledge and took him down, you would catch him off guard. With a little force, you were sure he would give up Kate’s location.

    You stood up, ready to leap over the edge of the fire escape. Before you could make another move, the door behind you flew open.

    A hand clamped down over your mouth and an arm snaked around your waist. Before you had time to react, you were being yanked back through the door and into the warehouse. The door slammed shut in front of you. 

    You bit down on the fingers covering your lips.

    “Ow! What the fuck?!”

    The hands dropped you, and you stumbled forward, trying to balance yourself. Derek was standing there, a sullen look on his face as he shook out his hand. You could see a tiny trickle of blood dripping from his fingers. 

    You shoved past him and ran toward the fire escape door, but when you reached out, the handle was gone. In its place was a broken metal stub. 

    When you glanced back at Derek, he smirked and pulled the crumpled metal handle from behind his back. He had pulled the door handle right off. 

     “Looking for something?”

    “What the hell is the matter with you?” you demanded.

    “What’s the matter with you? Are you trying to get arrested?”

    “The Sheriff wouldn’t arrest me.”

    “You’re drawing too much attention,” he insisted. “What was your plan, huh? Just tackle Kincaid?”

    You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Maybe.”

    “Why do you always have to do things the hard way?”

    “Because my way is faster…and, no offense, but it doesn’t look like you and your little band of heroes got any information either.”

     Derek was fuming. His green eyes were cloudy and dark. He was clenching his jaw and his hands were curled into fists. It would have been hot if it weren’t so annoying.

    You started to turn away, but Derek grabbed your wrist. You gritted your teeth. 

    “Get the fuck off me.”

    “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

    “I don’t care.”

    You tried to pull your wrist from his grip, but you couldn’t compete with his strength. He stepped forward, caging you in against the wall. 

     The cement was cold against your back as he pinned your wrists above your head. He stared at you, his expression unreadable.  

     “That’s your fucking problem. You don’t care, but they do. Do you have any idea how upset they would be if something happened to you?”

    He nodded at the wall behind him. Scott and the rest of his pack were on the other side of it with Kincaid, stealing the information you had fought so hard to get.

    “Just them?” you asked. “Or you too?”

    There was a cool glint in his eyes, and you could only imagine the memories that were flitting around in his head. It was no use though. You were trying to hit a nerve that had lost feeling a long time ago.

    When he didn’t answer, you flashed him a bitter smile. “Don’t worry, Derek. I know you still hate me.”

    His eyes held yours for a moment. He looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could, his phone rang. 

    With one hand, he reached down and pulled it from his jeans. “Yeah?”

    You could hear Scott’s muted voice on the other end of the phone. “Kincaid ran.”

    Derek’s mouth formed a grim line. “What?”

    “He got spooked when you pulled Y/n back inside. I think he thought she was one of Monroe’s hunters.”

    Derek closed his eyes and let out an exhausted sigh. “Alright. Thanks.”

     Without another word, he dropped your wrists and stepped back. You kept your eyes trained on the cement floor, avoiding Derek’s at all costs. You couldn’t stand to see his sullen, puppy-dog eyes and the disappointment they held.

     You turned away from him and headed back toward the dressing room, but before you could get far, he called out to you.

    “I don’t.”

    You paused, glancing back over your shoulder. “What?”

    “I don’t hate you.”

    You swallowed. “Well, maybe you should.”

    Derek frowned as you turned away. Every cell in his body was aching for him to follow you down the shadowy hallway. There was so much he wanted you to know, but it had been so long since you had let him close.

    Maybe that was his fault for pushing you away so carelessly. It had been years since then, but he had accused you of helping Kate start the fire that killed his family. 

     He knew you were forced into training as a young hunter. He knew she had used you just as much as she had used him. At the time, he didn’t care. He was so angry, and even though you had loved him, Kate planted the seeds of doubt in his mind long before the fire.

     Derek let himself be manipulated by her, and, even a decade later, he had never managed to heal your relationship. He wasn’t sure if he ever would.

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