Request: Could I please ask for a teen wolf Fic? The reader and Derek are best friends (and secretly love each other) and usually Derek doesnt wasn’t the reader around when he shifts in case she gets hurt, but one day it happens and Derek discovers the reader is his anchor because she manages to help him stay in control? Thanks so much ❤
You hadn’t ever seen Derek shift he somehow managed to make sure that you were nowhere near him when shifted and you had no idea how he did it. You always seemed to be somewhere else when there was a problem in Beacon Hills, it wasn’t that you didn’t know about the supernatural, your family was usually a big part of the problem considering but Derek somehow managed to shelter you from everything when you moved the Beacon Hills. “Derek!” You called as you jogged up the stairs to his loft. When you got up there he was a bloody mess on the floor and Cora and Peter were nowhere to be found, you could see from here he was too weak to control the shift properly but you had to help him. “What happened?” “(Y/N) stay away from me!” Derek warned. “Derek you need help and no one else is here!” You said taking a step forward and he growled. “Derek you’re not going to hurt me.” Derek looked up his eyes glowing bright red and you continued forward. “(Y/N)!” Derek warned trying to push himself away from you but you were more able bodied than he was, you crouched in front of him and noticed his eyes were still glowing and his canines were showing and you took a deep breath calming yourself before reaching out and placing your hands on his cheek. “Derek.” You said gently stroking your thumb over his cheek, he grunted in response “you’re supposed to have an anchor right?” “Yeah.” He managed to say. “Well, what’s yours?” You asked, he stayed silent and then after a minute, his eyes turned back to their normal green. “I told you to leave.” Derek glared. “Yeah, yeah where are you hurt?” You asked going to lift his shirt. “I really wish you’d listen to me.” He mumbled leaning forward hand cupping your cheek and bringing your face closer to his. “Bet your glad I didn’t…” You whispered and you were sure that he almost smiled but before you could be sure he connected his lips with yours. “Derek seriously where are you hurt?” You asked pushing him away. “I’m not.” He smiled lifting his shirt. “How..?” You asked frowning. “I’m a werewolf.” He smirked. “Yeah, but you weren’t healing.” You argued pointing at his bloody t-shirt. “Guess you’re my anchor,” Derek said leaning forward. “Me!?” You asked. “Yes, you.” He assured laughing before leaning forward to kiss you again.
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