there are a handful of things derek hale wants in life but none of them have anything to do with power

Safe For Now #7

Summary: Three years after you almost die from a werewolf attack, Peter Hale comes to you, tortured and bloodied, seeking a safe haven. What could possibly go wrong?
Characters in this chapter: Peter Hale, female reader, Scott McCall, Kate Argent, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Chris Argent
Characters mentioned: Gerard Argent, Allison Argent
Pairing: Chris Argent x reader, Peter Hale x reader , Past Derek Hale x reader, Derek Hale x Braeden
Word Count: 2,799
Warnings: Language, angst, torture, death. 
Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Peter, so if I get something wrong, I’m sorry. Miss the Beginning? GIF credit [x][x][x]

“Bullshit,” she sneered. “You’re hiding something, and I’m going to find out what it is. Even if it kills you.”

Kate turned the knife over, pressing the point of the serrated blade into the spot just below your sternum. Peter growled low in his throat and yanked as hard as he could on his restraints. Kate turned to the werewolf and smirked, sending him a wink as she gripped the handle tight, and pressed it slowly into your stomach, the wet squelch of your skin being cut into the last thing you heard before you screamed.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

“You’re in no shape to go,” Derek growled, glaring at Chris with cerulean eyes.

“Could say the same for you,” Chris argued, refusing to back down.

Scott gave a warning growl, low in his throat, rumbling through the room. “Enough arguing,” the teenager demanded. “We’re all going, and that’s final.”

“That’s right,” Stiles agreed before realizing what his best friend said. “Wait, what? I don’t… I don’t need to be there.”

Rolling his eyes, Scott assured his friend, “You can stay in the car.”

“I… I don’t see why I have to go,” Stiles countered, arms folded over his chest, glaring at Scott.

“Would you two shut up,” Chris snapped, huffing out a loud breath. “Shouldn’t take us long to get there. But we have to leave now. If you’re not going to help, leave your ass here”

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I Believe in Derek Hale (Part Three)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Alpha!Reader

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: none; SPOILERS FROM 6B

Characters: Chris Argent; Kate Argent; Stiles Stilinski; Scott McCall (mentioned)

Author’s Note: This is the third part! I’m so happy! I hope this story is interesting for you (please, let me know!). 

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Part One

Part Two

Twenty four hours have passed, and I didn’t find Derek Hale. The information that the FBI are virtually useless. I’m at a blind spot.
“Now what do we do?” Stiles asks me, after handing the files to Agent Walker; he shouldn’t have been happy to see me again.
“I’ll think about it when I get back to Beacon Hills.”
“Call me if you have any new information. Here life is pretty boring, and Scott and Lydia still don’t answer my calls.”
I swallow; Scott didn’t even call me. Or he didn’t find anything, or things go so badly in the city that he didn’t even have time to make a phone call.
“Don’t worry Stiles. They will call you as soon as they can.”
Stiles smiles, and opening the arms, he invites me to embrace him. I hold him hard to me; I hate lying to him, and I hate to leave him here alone.
But at least he is safe.
I get in my car, and after greeting Stiles for the last time, I go away, head home.
Beacon Hills.

A positive thing happened.
Back in Beacon Hills, I talked to Chris about what I did in the last two days out of town. I decided to say anything yet to Scott; there are too many problems in his head.
However, when I talked to Chris, he recognized the name of the cop who signed the verbs.
“We have to talk to him. Maybe he can tell us something that brings us to Derek.”
Chris decides to call the cop and set up a meeting.
A horrible thing happened.
Beacon Hills is in serious trouble. Scott and the others, thanks to Deaton’s help, have discovered which creature is literally terrorizing the city: its name is Anuk-Ite. A creature that uses people’s fear to create chaos. He is ‘split’ in two parts, in two people. When Anuk-it finds its half, it will be the end of Beacon Hills.
Gerard Argent. He has finally created his army: the whole city of Beacon Hills. Now they know that there are werewolves, and other non-human creatures. They hunt us. And the fear that the Anuk-Ite creeps inside them makes things worse.
For now, Scott and others are hiding to create a plan, but there is not much time. I have to find Derek; not only to confirm his innocence, but because right now Beacon Hills -Scott, and I- needs him more than ever.
“My friend is waiting for me.” says Chris after putting the phone in his pocket. I nod, and taking my car keys from above the table, I run out of Chris’s bunker, followed by the latter.
“Did you tell Scott?”
I froze; my brother doesn’t even know I’m back in town. All the latest news has told me by Chris.
I can’t speak to Scott; I just came back, and what should I tell him? That five minutes after my return, I go away again? He would be disappointed with me, and I would feel even more a monster, more than I already feel.
“We don’t have time. We have to find Derek.”
Without saying anything, I get in my car; I see with the tail of the eye Chris nod, and climb to the driver’s side, and he starts the car.
“Why do you want to find Derek?” Chris asks suddenly.
Yeah, good question.
“Because there’s hell at Beacon Hills, and we need allies. Derek can help us.”
“Is that the only reason?”
I look Chris, in the meantime, he continues to drive, his gaze fixed on the road. I’m not surprised that he thinks of some other reason; I’ve never hidden my feelings for Derek. Or at least, I didn’t hide them well enough to make it clear to everyone that there was more than just a friendship between me and Derek.
“No matter what I feel. We need Derek because is about to start a war. Nothing more.”
Chris nods again.
“But you, you didn’t have people to say goodbye?”
For the first time, Chris is taken aback; he and I both know who we’re talking about, but he still doesn’t pretend to understand.
I like Chris; at first me and he didn’t agree -he tried to kill Scott a couple of times- but over time, I realized he was a person you could trust.
“You should tell her that you love her.”
Chris frowns, and looks back at me, telling me not to understand again.
“I know you like my mother. And that’s fine; also, she likes you.”
“Do you really think so?” he asks, curious. I smile; I knew he was pretending.
“You men, you never understand the signals a woman sends to you. Of course she likes you.”
Chris smiles satisfied; I am happy for him, and also for my mother. Both suffered a lot - Chris saw his daughter Allison die in front of his eyes - and they too deserve a happy life, and if they want to do it together, I accept it.
“When do you tell Derek what you feel for him?”
“I don’t need to tell Derek. He knows, and he chose to leave Beacon Hills with Braeden. So..”
“But did you tell him? Did you tell him you like him? Out loud, I mean.”
“No, but..”
“Good. Then it will be better for you to tell him.”

Chris decided to meet his cop friend on his own; instead, I was sitting in the car.. for about two minutes. Then, I get out, and hiding in the trees, I approached as much as I could, to hear the conversation between the two men. The cop is nervous and scared, while he tells the story of the murder; he tells a sort of metropolis legend. That of the werewolves. And the more he describes them, the more I realize it is the exact copy of Derek -except for the fact that he is not taller than two meters. The man realizes that Chris is not surprised by his words, and he asks if he believes in the werewolves.
“I believe in Derek Hale.”
I smile; Chris’s words make me think, at the one time I doubted Derek’s innocence. It was not him; I believe in Derek Hale.

The conversation between Chris and the cop was a great help; maybe, now we know where Derek is.
“What shall we say when we see him?”
“The truth. That we need him.” I say to Chris.
What will I do when I see him? To smile and to run towards him to hug him then? Will I stop staring at him without doing anything? And he? What will he do? Will he be happy to see me?
Outside is night, and when Chris stops the car, there are some lights that illuminate the place we are in. The containers randomly placed don’t give us a lot of visibility. Suddenly, I feel a heartbeat; I use my eyes to ‘look’ better; there is someone, and I don’t know if it’s my heart, or my powers, but I’m sure it’s Derek.
Chris gets out, and I do the same; one close to the other, we walk to the containers, while I feel the heartbeat getting stronger.
“You know, I think he heard you.” I say to Chris, when he tells me to divide us. He looks at me with superiority, as if what I said is impossible. I shrug, and as Chris goes to the left, I walk to the right. Between the containers, the light is at a minimum.
Luckily I have my powers. If I was still human, I would have stumbled a couple of times. Suddenly, I hear some loud noises from me; as I said, Derek knew that Chris was here. I approach them, and I hear Chris and Derek talk to each other; still in the shadows, none of them noticed my presence. For a few seconds I look at Derek; he’s always the same, maybe with a little more of a beard. It’s a strange effect to see him after so long. I take a few steps forward, and I smile.
“I told you he knew you were here.”
Derek turns to me, letting Chris go, and he seems to be breathless. He keeps watching me, and I swallow, not knowing what he is thinking.
“Hi Derek.”
We all stay silent; I and Derek look at each other while Chris takes some breath. Derek seems to recover from the surprise of seeing me, and looking down, he turns to Chris.
“What are you doing here?” asks Derek looking at Chris first, and then back to me. Me and Chris exchanged a sense of understanding, then I start talking.
“Beacon Hills is in trouble. We need you.”
I need you, I think to myself. Derek seems to be confused again.
“I don’t go back to Beacon Hills.”
I remain speechless; he approaches me, maybe to tell me something. Still, he remains silent, and he overtakes me, away from me and Chris. I turn, and I began to follow him.
“Are you kidding, right? There is a war going on, and we’re losing it.”
“Sorry, but it’s not my problem. I have too many troubles to follow me.”
Derek, after entering a kind of code, passes a gate; I follow him, completely forgetting Chris behind me. Derek continues to walk, but with the anger that simmers in my blood, I squeeze his arm, and I obliged him to turn.
“Are you talking about the cops who believe you a serial killer, or Gerard Argent? I’ve done everything to look for you these days, I lied to my brother for you! Beacon Hills is invaded by hunters and monsters because of Gerard, and I went to look for you, and now that I’m asking for help, you will waste me!”
I feel my body tremble with anger, and begin to breathe slowly to calm me; Derek tries to answer me, but he doesn’t have time.
Suddenly, the lights blind our eyes, and in a few seconds, we notice some men get out the cars in front of us: they are FBI agents. They admonish us to raise their hands, but things don’t go as planned. Someone behind the cops, dressed like them, shoots agents with a rifle; after that the stranger shoots at one of my legs, and then he runs into Derek, knocking him hard on his face, dropping him to the ground. Chris tries to defend himself, but he is too slow. The unknown, now in full view, points the shotgun against him: it’s Kate Argent.
She, as she approaches us, collects something from the ground, dropped to Derek during the impact. It’s a small transparent jar, with a strange yellowish liquid inside it. Derek notices the jar and tries to get it out of Kate’s hands, but the latter gets kicked from into his stomach, causing him to tremble.
“Finally I found you,” she says, turning to Derek, “how much I missed you. You are still popular after all this time. It must be for your blue eyes. Or for those perfect cheekbones.”
“I thought it was for the smile.” Derek and I say in unison; we exchange a look, I wouldn’t have to talk. I realized just now, that when we met again, I didn’t ask him how he is; how it feels to be persecuted, how it feels when people think you’re a serial killer.
“After all this time, I still don’t understand why when I try to find Derek, by his side, I always find you.” Kate said, when suddenly, I feel a pain in the whole right leg. Kate presses on my wound -caused by her- and the pain increases more and more. I squeeze my eyes and try not to scream; of the corner of the eye, I see Chris looking at me as he slowly pulls something out of his jacket: a gun, ready to be used.
I nod, pointing to Chris that I understand his plan.
Despite the pain, I can still move; my eyes are colored with crimson red, and my teeth turn into fangs.
“Do you know Kate why do you always find me at Derek’s side? Because I love to kick you in the ass.”
I get up, and I hit Kate with a straight kick in the stomach; Chris pulls out his gun and shoots at his sister, that she hides behind one of the police cars.
“What an interesting turn of events! Well, I would never have guessed; from a simple human kid, to Alpha. Tell me, how do you feel about killing a person?”
“I think you know it very well!”
I fall kneeling to the ground, the wound begins to lose much blood; if I don’t pull the bullet out, I can’t heal. Meanwhile, I look in the direction of Derek of the corner of my eye; he is staring at me, bewildered about what he has just seen. He doesn’t know I’m an Alpha, and it’s not the first thing I’ve thought to tell him when I saw him.
“I’m sorry guys, but now I have to go. Thanks to this poison, I will be able to create the perfect bullet for my only enemy: Scott McCall.”
At the same time as I hear my brother’s name, I jump toward the cars, intent on grasping Kate forcefully, and avoid that she hurts Scott. I hear Derek and Chris’s voices behind me, trying to stop me, but I’m not listening to them.
Unfortunately, when I come near the police cars, there is no one anymore: Kate is escaped.
I’m panicked; Kate is escaped, and her goal is Scott. Her weapon is in that jar. I walk fast to Derek; I’m furious, so much I can’t get back to normal, I feel my eyes burn red.
“What’s that stuff?” I scream toward Derek; he begins to retreat, and raises his hands in front of him, in defense.
“Y/n, I think you need to calm down. Chris..”
Chris is back in turn, moving away as much as possible from us.
“Sorry buddy, but when Y/n is pissed, I walk away.”
I approach threateningly to Derek, our faces are a few centimeters away; Derek feels increasingly uncomfortable.
“What’s in that jar?” I ask again.
“A rare type of Wolfsbane. It’s very powerful, it can kill anyone.. even an Alpha.”
Even my brother, I think. If Kate arrives on time at Beacon Hills, Scott is dead.
I look at Derek in the eyes, his beautiful blue eyes.. then, my hand strikes Derek’s face with a fist. He falls to the ground, surprised by the sudden blow.
“I was a fool to look for you. I left my city in chaos, I left my brother in the hands of monsters and hunters because I wanted to find you. I wanted to know what happened to you, I wanted to hear from your lips that you had not been killing the wolves in Brazil. And I wanted to ask for help because I needed you more than you needed me. Instead, this has made things worse. Right now, I’m glad you didn’t want to go back to Beacon Hills.”
Said that, I look one last time Derek, and then I walk away from him, directly to the car. I sit on the driver’s side, and after all that’s happened these days, I feel the tears come down on my face. I cover my mouth with the palm of my hand to cover the sobs, but it’s not very useful.
Finding Derek, he should have brought some happiness, a bit of hope. I would find him, he would be happy to see me again, and to my question if he helped me and Scott rescue Beacon Hills, he would have accepted it.
Instead, it all went to hell.
I wipe my tears when I hear someone approaching the car, and sit by my side.
“I thought you were with Derek.” I say to Chris as I start the car.
“Y/n, something happened. Scott called me. Your mother is in the hospital.”

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Subtlety (Derek Hale)

Originally posted by dont-stop-doin-what-youre-doin1

Summary: It doesn’t matter how low key a relationship is; it’s the small things people notice to see just how high key in love you are.

Author’s Note: I’ve written for Derek twice, ever. The first for “Seven Kisses” and the second for his microfics. I always felt like I’ve had so much trouble with writing Derek, so this is a practice run and hopefully I can keep writing for this delicious piece of man.

It’s Cora who notices first.

She had to do a double take to be sure she wasn’t imagining it; she had caught whiff of the slightest scent of perfume lingering on Derek when he walked by. There was no way that it was his, or even hers. So why did her brother smell like perfume? She got her answer later that night when Scott introduced her to a new member of his pack when everyone gathered in the loft.

“Cora,” says Scott, “this is [Name]. She’s a witch.”

She does not say anything and only cocks an eyebrow. The girl looks to be no older than Derek, and her perfume is pronounced. She almost wants to ask why it was on her brother. But she has more tact than that. “So how did you come to be part of this pack?” she asks. She had been gone for the past couple of years; she had a lot to catch up on.

“I got caught in the crossfire of a fight with an old alpha werewolf,” [Name] answers with a sheepish smile. “They thought I needed saving.”

“And you thought you’d join because…?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “It’s not like I have a coven anymore.”

Derek brushes past them to get to the kitchen, and though [Name]’s attention is still on her, Cora hears her heart jump slightly. Cora’s eyes quickly dart between the girl and her brother, and it all made sense. There’s careful control between them to not give away, what she assumed, the secret they shared.

They weren’t ready to tell the whole world about them, and out of respect, Cora kept quiet.

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Adorable, angsty, and the best excuse for mpreg, the alpha/beta/omega trope is a personal favorite with LOTS of great options.

an exaltation of larks

Explicit - 25k

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

Hello, Heartbreaker

Explicit - 18k

It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.

Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone’s a werewolf, and everyone’s alive.)

Whats Our Is Ours

Explicit - 14k

Derek and Stiles never had sex outside of their respective Heats. After all, it wasn’t like they were actually together; Stiles just hated the way the Omega suppressants made him feel, and so Derek was helping him out. That was all it was.

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

Biology is Not Power

Explicit - 13k

Biology is not related to power. That’s the first lesson everyone learns in their Sexuality and Humanity class in high school. Like, the very first thing. First words in the book and everything.

Stiles is an alpha. Derek is an omega. Somehow Derek’s status completely and utterly missed Stiles…right up until Derek showed up at his house in heat. Well. This’ll be fun.

Second Heat Always Sweet 

Explicit - 3k (Part one of Sweetverse series)

He’s the most popular Were in Beacon County, which means everyone’s been waiting to see who he’ll pick to go through his heat with.

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anonymous asked:

hi carrie! do you know fics where stiles and derek are mistaken for a couple?

ah yes, mistaken for couple trope, not to be confused with fake/pretend relationship trope, although the two do overlap

  • 5 Times Stiles and Derek’s Classmates Noticed They Were In A Relationship, and 1 Time Stiles Noticed by Survivah (T, 3k) In which Derek and Stiles are college roommates, and everyone saw this coming before they did. “How do you even get up there?” Scott asks skeptically. Loft beds are tricky enough on their own, he doesn’t know what possessed Derek and Stiles to push theirs together. Why would anybody try to create a king-sized loft bed in a teensy tiny dorm room?
  • can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful by halffizzbin (T, 6k)  ”Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.” (Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)
  • Then You Think Again by leah k (M, 22k) ”Holy crap!  Why the hell did you lie to incredibly powerful magical beings with trust issues?  How was that Plan A?” Derek says, “We’re not arguing about this, it’s already done.” ”Like hell we’re not fighting about this,” Stiles says, indignant.  “What were you thinking?” ”I was thinking it was worth the risk if it kept you alive!  And it worked, so drop it.” ”You had no idea that it was going to work!” Stiles throws his hands up.  Why is Derek the most frustrating werewolf in the history of ever, why is Stiles even helping him, why is this his life?  “Why did they even believe you in the first place?” Derek says, “You reeked of me,” which is unfair.  Stiles only smelled because he’d gotten covered in Derek’s bodily fluids trying to staunch the bleeding.
  • last night’s dress (tiptoe out of this mess) by hito (M, 17k) TFLN: My dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for Sunday brunch next week. You in?

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AN- So I sort of changed what happens in this because I quite literally just read an imagine with the same exact plot you requested, but I do hope you like this one!


I let out a loud and overdramatic sigh as I threw my book bag down behind the front desk, removing my sunglasses and shoes.

“Hello, Aurora. I take it your day was less than pleasant?” My grandmother, whose bookstore I had helped run since I was young, called out to me as she finished stocking the shelf nearest to me with books.

I merely groaned in response, earning myself a chuckle as she pulled her thick chestnut curls into a ponytail.

“I have to run a few errands, and I promised Melissa that I would drop her off dinner tonight at the hospital. Would you mind running the shop for me for a few hours? Scott will be dropping by shortly as well.”

I nodded at my grandmother, giving her a tight hug before she waltzed out the doors of the old bookshop that I loved so much.

The store had been my place of comfort since before I could even remember, its faint smell of books and freesia becoming my own. I loved it with all my heart, and worked here nearly everyday after school.

Many people will tell you that they love the quiet peacefulness of bookshops, but I will tell you differently. The shop was always bustling with people, the chatter and laughter and noise never failing to bring a smile to my face. It was a loud and lovely place, filled with color and sound. 

It was home.

The light tinkling of the bells that I had picked out one winter evening with my grandmother indicated the arrival of a customer, and I swung my legs over the front desk to go and greet them, not bothering to put my shoes on.

A deep laugh echoed off the bookshelves, and I giggled.

“Scott McCall!” I launched myself into his large arms, the both of us laughing as we embraced each other.

He set me down gently, patting my head with a grin as he was much taller than myself.

“What brings you here today?” I asked, twirling my shamrock ring- a nervous twitch I had inherited from my grandmother.


Scott motioned to me, the semblance of a smirk on his face as I blushed.

“Hi, I’m Liam Dunbar.” I stuttered out, and the beautiful girl grinned at me.

Everyone knows that. Lacrosse superstar freshman, and you sit behind me in Geometry. Aurora Asher, Scott’s cousin.” She stuck out her tanned hand for me to shake, which I did nervously.

Everyone knows that. Complete genius, and Lydia Martin’s best friend.” I joked back, reluctantly letting go of her hand.

“Liam, Aurora already knows that your my new Beta. She knows everything about the supernatural actually, probably even more than me.” Scott laughed out, and Aurora winked at the two of us.

“And don’t you forget it! What brings you two here today?”

“We’re in need of some references relating to the shift. Dunbar here’s got an IED, and I want to see how his shifts will continue to affect him without having an anchor.” Scott explained, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

Aurora surveyed the two of us carefully, one hand placed firmly on her right hip. She nodded, turning around abruptly and Scott tugging me along to follow.

“I think I have exactly what you two need.”

We followed her down the winding aisles of bookshelves, the overwhelming scent of flowers and used books a refreshing change from the bitter smell of sweat and desperation that filled the high school hallways.

I watched her as she padded across the dark wood floors, her bare feet not ever making a sound.She was very careful to watch her step, constantly on the look out for stray books or a flat surface to trip on.

“We haven’t gotten a chance to talk lately. What’s been up with you?” Scott asked, a twinge of sadness in his tone.

“And whose fault is that?” She clicked her tongue disapprovingly, but her tone was light. “I’ve been fine. That Garrett kid won’t leave me alone, though. It’s a tad unnerving. Showed up at gran’s house yesterday with freesia and violets. How the hell does he even know where I live?”

“What the-”

“Oh, do calm down. I’m a big girl now Scott, tie my own shoes and everything. I can handle him. You have bigger problems to worry about, it seems.” She teased, and Scott frowned.

“Don’t forget that I was the one who taught you how to tie them, little A. I always have time for you.”

Aurora came to a halt, turning to face Scott with a smile.

“I know.” She kissed his cheek gently.

“Now! I believe this will help.” She pulled a thick, leather bound book of the shelf triumphantly, and blew the dust of of it with a grin.

She coughed loudly, and Scott and I laughed.

“Damn, I always forget not to do that.”


Scott’s phone dinged, and he dug through his pockets to look for it.

“Shit, Lyd’s got some new info on the deadpool and Stiles wants me there pronto. Can you watch Liam? He can’t control himself yet, and I don’t want him getting hurt.”

I nodded, ignoring Liam’s protests.

“Thanks Sleeping Beauty, I owe you one.” He kissed my cheek and gave me a quick hug, before turning to leave.

I turned to Liam, still clutching the worn black book.

“Would you care to read this together? I did more research on shifting than I care to admit, so I can help you if necessary.”

“Really? You’d help me?”

“Of course I would. You’re part of the pack now, Liam.” I smiled warmly at him, rolling my eyes good-naturedly at his confused expression.

“You know, I think you should wait to read this one with Scott. I think we have other things to discuss.”

I grabbed the taller boy’s hand, pulling him down aisles and towards a small clearing in the center of the store filled with plush couches and tables.

I turned the coffee maker on, and the gestured over to my usual table.

“I’ll be right over.”

I filled two cups with coffee, grabbing a plate full of muffins and cookies before heading over to the table Liam was rated at, taking the seat across from him.

“So, Liam. You’ve heard of a pack of wolves before I assume?” He nodded as I took a sip from my coffee mug, an eager expression on his face.

“Well, a group of werwolves is also called a pack. Except the pack in question can also contain other members, such as banshees or humans. Anyone can become a part of it. Scott has already introduced you to the other members of the pack. The only reason I was not there the night of the full moon is because I had… a prior engagement, so to speak. I only just returned from my trip two nights ago.”

I paused to take another sip of my coffee, and Liam quirked an eyebrow.

“What are you?”

I laughed, raising an eyebrow in return.

“I’m sorry, that sounded rude.” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No, it’s not rude at all. Only natural for you to be curious. I find it rather amusing to make people guess, but I feel as if you’ve had enough games these past few weeks. I’m an omni-linguist, someone with the ability to understand any form of language. It’s nothing particularly exciting. I regret to inform you that I do not sprout fur or lose my mind on full moons… just words. It has come in handy at times, but unfortunately my lack of powers in the physical department has often left me side-lined in battles. I work behind the scenes… Stiles likes to call me a shadow.” I finished with a small smile, Liam hanging off my every word.

“And you, Liam Dunbar. I’ve met plenty of werewolves in my time, but there’s something different about you. You see, words are what connect people, so I suppose it’s only natural that I’ve developed a certain… fascination for people. They are puzzles, multi-layered and confusing. Much like have I have a knack for languages, I also have a knack for finding what makes people tick.” I raised my coffee cup to my lips, my golden irises trained on his entrancing blue ones. “But I can’t get a read on you.”


“I don’t think anyone can.” I sighed, swirling my coffee. 

“Oh, none of that. When we pity ourselves, all we see is ourselves. When we have problems, all we see are our problems. We don’t see the good things in our lives. You have so much to be happy for. Do not allow the sadnesses in your life to detract from that.” 

We sat in silence for a few minutes, as I thought on her words. I think that was one of the best things about Aurora. She didn’t pressure you to talk, or do anything, really. 

She didn’t pressure you to be more than what you were, or different. I had only spoken to her on a few occasions beforehand, but I had never felt as if I had to pretend to be someone else. She saw right through all those facades, and instead of tearing them down and leaving you exposed, she merely joined you under your little canopy. It was refreshing to find someone who didn’t hide their insecurities, but wouldn’t pressure you to do the same.

I looked up from my coffee to observe her.

She had dark blonde hair, braided with flowers as it often was. Even in the middle of winter, you would still find Aurora Asher with at least one flower in her hair. Her metallic gold eyes, reminding me of a lighthouse beacon, would not surprise me if they glowed in the dark. They were the fascination of many boys at Beacon Hills and Devenford Prep. Not that she knew that, as she was painfully oblivious to people’s affections towards her.  She had the willowy build of a ballerina, but don’t let that fool you. She was one of the clumsiest people you’ll ever meet, her knees covered in purple bruises and elbows always blossoming hues of green and blue.

Her personality was a completely different story, a strange mix of poetic pessimism and outstanding optimism, a realist at times with the aspects of a dreamer coloring her tone. She wasn’t a paradox per say, merely a combination of odd traits that reminded me of a book I had read in seventh grade- Alice and Wonderland, was it?

She had once told our English class that there are two types of beauty. The one that smacks you across the face and is plastered on Magazine covers. And there is the type that grows on you. The one you don’t expect. The one that poets and authors write about. The eternal kind.

Aurora was mixture of both, a flower that bloomed a bit to prematurely yet grew around you like a vine and ensnared you, becoming the most beautiful and dangerous one of all in time.

My eyes trailed to her hand strewn across the leather book on the table, her neon blue nail polish chipped away. I contemplated my next move for a moment, steeling my nerves and building up my courage.

I reached across the table, and took her hand in my own.

She peered up at me, her eyes burning into mine- but it was a nice burn. Like the warm crackle of a campfire or the sun in late spring. 

A small smile grew on her face, and she looked as if she wanted to speak, but she waited for me to initiate the conversation.


“Hm?” She hummed, her smile widening just enough to display her dimples.

“Can I ask you something? I mean, I know we’ve barely talked at all, and we only just- well, I’ve wanted to ask you this for a while now, but I get it if you- you know, maybe I’ll just-”

She rolled her eyes playfully, standing up.

“Dance with me?” She interrupted, effectively cutting off my ramblings which I was immensely grateful for.

“What?” I asked, in a state of confusion.

“Dance with me.” She repeated, pulling me up as she clicked a song on from her phone, which was connected to the sound system of the bookstore. (soundcloud link here)

Fix You by Boyce Avenue played as I placed my free hand on her back, her other hand going up to rest on my chest.

“Liam, what were you going to ask me?” She questioned, the corners of her mouth turned up in a sly grin.

I mulled over the pros and cons of telling her how I felt, fearing rejection deeply. Ultimately, I figured the pros outweighed the cons, and swallowed harshly. 

“Would you want to go out with me sometime?” I asked, confidently looking her in the eyes.

She was quiet for a heartbeat.

“I’d love to.”

It took me a second to process her answer, but as soon as I did, I was ecstatic.

“Really?” I grinned, putting both hands on her waist as she slid he hands up to the back of my neck.

“Yes, really!” She grinned back, giggling as I picked her up and spun her around.

I put her down slowly, leaning down as I did so. Our faces were centimeters away from each other, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Can I… can I kiss you?” I muttered, my eyes still on hers.

Her lips met mine in a soft kiss, and I heard a curse from behind us that couldn’t make me pull away from the beautiful girl.

“Shit man, Scott’s going to kill you.” Derek announced loudly, making Aurora smile into the kiss.

Damn, this girl…


anonymous asked:

prompt, if you're into it: likes the way that I stare. thank you, have a good one 😊

The first time Derek can remember taking note of Stiles’ gaze, they’re both sixteen and definitely not in the same social circles. If Derek was being more honest with himself, he would have said that he found Stiles attractive in a mildly annoying, irritating way at least.

But as it stood, he wasn’t ready to admit anything to himself. Not in the wake of his break-up with Paige even though they were still friends. Not when he had a shot with Kate who was an entire year older and easily one of the hottest girls in school.

So instead of being an attractive irritant, Stiles was just irritating. And staring at Derek. Who really needed to finish his homework if he was going to be able to go out with Kate during the weekend.

Despite being sixteen, his mom still insisted on making sure they all had the right priorities. He couldn’t wait for the day when he could be on his own. Parents were such a drag.

So here Derek was trying to study, but Stiles wouldn’t stop staring at him. Derek’s pretty sure he hasn’t blinked in the past twenty minutes.

He can’t ignore it.  It’s too weird.

Before Derek even knows what he’s doing, he’s in front of Stiles, slamming his hands down on the book Stiles hasn’t looked at in the past half hour.

“What is your problem?” Derek hisses.

Stiles jerks back and glances at Derek like he’s seeing him for the first time.


“You’ve been staring at me for the past half hour. What is your problem?” Derek repeats angrily.

He can feel his eyebrows doing that thing that Laura always mocks him for.

Derek only feels a little bad about it when Stiles starts to look genuinely freaked out.

“I’m sorry, man. I guess I just got comfy eyes going on,” Stiles says with a shrug.

“What the fuck are comfy eyes?”

Now Stiles is staring at him like he’s the freak which is just totally not real.

“You know, when you zone out and are looking at something or someone,” Stiles gestures toward Derek, “without actually seeing them.”

Derek doesn’t have a good answer for that. Usually when he’s not actively looking at someone, he’s looking down or focused on something else.

“Whatever. Just don’t let it happen again,” Derek mutters as he heads back to his table.

The next time he looks up, Stiles is gone and Derek thinks that’s the end of that. He’s got better things to worry about.

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Happy Valentines!

Quick note: I’ve decided to focus on Scott’s perspective here, using an external POV, but I wanted to include a reminder that the plot touches on some really emotional stuff, and Stiles or Derek’s version would be a very serious, angsty fic. Hope you enjoy, and happy Valentines day!

Hello Counselor,

I am writing to ask if you could please advise me regarding a very difficult situation I am having with my pack. Satomi told me that you are one of the most respected counselors for werewolves and other supernatural creatures, so I thought that maybe you would be able help me even though nobody else has been able to. It’s a little complicated and I don’t feel comfortable writing all the details down, but would you be willing to come to Beacon Hills and talk to me about how to fix this?

I’d appreciate any help you can give!
– Scott McCall

The note is earnest, if vague. Honestly, though, the Counselor would be heading to California that night to lend his expertise no matter what tone it was written in. In his fifteen years serving supernatural clients, he has seen pretty much every dysfunction there is to see, but only almost, and the McCall pack is the most unconventional to exist since the 1600s. Against every rule in the book, they have allied with hunters, other species, and welcomed not one but two former alphas in their territory… after murdering one of them. His professional curiosity demands he go check the situation out in person.

Theoretically, all the various beings that make up the strange pack obey McCall, the True Alpha… but there are rumors. One of the former Alphas, Derek, has taken McCall’s second in command as his mate. If that’s good, submissive Beta behavior, the Counselor will eat his hat. The rumors are of insubordination, a coup even. Of course McCall wouldn’t want to write directly about something so sensitive - explaining the circumspect letter. Yes, the Counselor is going to California. He cracks his knuckles with a small, private smile. Bringing this pack back from the brink of civil war would be a crowning achievement for his career.

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Jet Black Camaro

I saw this post and it somehow turned into a 5+1 that doesn’t even include the sentence that inspired this. Oh well

3k, T (possibly?), no warnings apply

[now beta-read on AO3]

1. Laura

“Would the owner of the jet black Camaro please stop blocking the exit?”

The voice booming through the speakers of the grocery store sounds annoyed. Derek can feel his face burning and he whips around to glare at Laura.

“I told you to back up a bit more!”

“Oops, sorry!”

Laura doesn’t even look remotely sorry. In fact, she looks like the cat that got the canary and the cream.

“You should go now, Derek, he doesn’t sound happy!” she says, obviously going for innocent which only serves to make Derek suspicious.

But he doesn’t have time to figure out what she’s up to because there is the amplified sound of a throat being cleared coming from the speakers. Derek hurries towards the exit, feeling as though every single eye in the store is following him. One pair of eyes definitely is, the cute guy with the moles sitting behind the register glaring at Derek as he passes him on his way out.

When he comes outside, a cacophony of car horns greets him from the line of cars that can’t get past his car. Derek almost runs to his car, desperate for some sort of cover. He quickly backs up and then decides to hide out in his car until Laura is done with the groceries. So much for possibly asking out  cute guy without a name tag.

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anonymous asked:

How do you feel about angst and hurt/comfort? Derek and Stiles had an epic fight. Stiles left. Derek was devasted and unstable so he set the old Hale house on fire with him inside to end his life. Just as it was supposed to be. :(

ARE YOU TRYING TO DEVASTATE ME? Okay anon, okay… *takes a deep breath*

He can’t see straight, can’t think straight. He can’t breathe, the smoke and the flames so thick.

He thought he would feel nothing once the fire caught, visions of Laura and his mom circling his head since Stiles left. His mom’s laugh and the way Laura used to rufle his hair after a fight. His dad reading while Cora played with Zack and Ryan in the kitchen. He could see them all so clearly, a torment and a comfort, something he tried to cling to as much as push away at the same time.

Then Kate comes. Kate who, at first, makes him dizzy- a sixteen year old boy again- and then the memories follow and the pain is so bad he’s howling with it.

And then the fire starts.

And now he can’t see. He can’t fucking see and he’s suffocating, wolfsbane filling his nostrils, but he can manage. He can do this because this is what he deserves, right? He can manage.

Manage until he sees Boyd and Erica smiling in front of him. He wants them to shout, but all they do is smile like it’s okay. Okay they’re dead, that Derek let them die. The worst part is they don’t even smile like themselves. There is no bite to Erica and no easiness with Boyd. They smile like Stiles. Stiles who has always had the power to make Derek forget why he shouldn’t be smiled at. Stiles who, for all he made Derek feel like he was drowning, helped him breathe for the first time in years.

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