Okay, so in this class I'm taking on Medieval Literature, we learned that the Anglosaxon term "weregild" translates to man pain. Try and tell me that doesn't make you think of Derek! That a term that has WERE in its name literally means man pain.
Oh gosh, poor Derek. Poor all werewolves!
It makes you wonder what the Hale were like pre-fire. Like in most fics they are this happy, superpowerful werewolf family that rules over Beacon Hills. And in most fics it’s pretty large.
But what if it were supposed to be even bigger? What if by the time of the fire, Derek’s grandparents (all of them) were already dead due to hunters and monsters and just the general danger that comes with being a werewolf? What if Derek always considered it true love that his dad stayed with his mom (even as a human) because it means his brother was killed for being a werewolf “supporter” when on a vacation in Mexico and what if Derek actually held the secret hope that he wasn’t born a werewolf?
What if Derek had a sibling that was born a human and left. What if Laura wasn’t the oldest, but was the oldest werewolf? What if this oldest brother realized he was different and weaker and he was older than the rest of them by a good bit and it started in high school- he started spending more and more nights with friends instead of the family and he opted to stay behind when they went on family vacations and then “going to college” became going to New York and never calling and–
What if that’s why Laura and Derek went to New York? What if it wasn’t random, wasn’t “as far away as they could get”? What if it was because that’s where this brother (Patrick, I think his name is Patrick) is? What if they turn up at his door, one duffel bag between them and no family behind them and it’s just like he always knew would happen and they are standing there asking for a place to stay, Derek’s eyes glowing a blue that seems even more unnatural than Laura’s gold and he’s done everything to distance himself because he was (and always has been) scared and he’d lost more cousins and aunts and uncles than he can count and turn them away, he thinks. He doesn’t even know Derek, not really, and Laura is angry with him, he knows it and he has friends here. Friends who think he’s an orphan (true now, he guesses, oh god he always thought he would have time and–) and an only child (not true now but one day what if). These friends won’t understand why he left or they’ll come to all the wrong conclusions (he knows what they will jump to and it isn’t true. there was no abuse or neglect. just love and acceptance and a mother who didn’t even yell at him when he stopped returning her calls; a father who sent him a single text that said “I wish you all the best” and nothing else and–)
He should send them away. He has a life and he knows what being around werewolves means, what it really costs, even for humans. He opens his mouth to tell them he’s sorry, but he can’t, he just can’t (he can’t let himself love them just to lose them).
They must sense it. Or smell it maybe (he had never really been certain how it all worked) because Derek’s untrusting gaze goes certain and he takes a dull step back as if already to go and Laura blows out an angry breath and turns and–
It hitches when she tries to inhale. And Laura… Laura he remembers being the strong one. She was always going to be the Alpha and he always knew that and maybe he resented her, even though he tried not to, even though he didn’t want to be a werewolf, but she was the strong one and her breath had hitched as she turned away.
“Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you inside.”
…. I- I really don’t know what happened. But… i just made up an OC? That I like?? DAMMIT PEOPLE.