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He’s Family - Peter Hale

Fandom – Teen Wolf

Ship – Peter Hale/Matthew Stilinski [OMC] ; Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski – Friendship ;

Characters – Peter Hale, OMC, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin and Allison Argent [ mentioned ]

Word Count - 2,142

Authors Note – So, I wanted to start off my page with a fic to get it going and I hoped you all enjoyed it! I swear I will try and improve on my writing, I don’t know what I think about it but either way, when I first started this fic, I had no idea where it was heading, and I really didn’t know it was going to end like that. Sorry to all of the Scott fans out there, didn’t mean to make it like that but it just happened, same with Stiles!

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“Mm, you’re leaving already?”

“Yes, they called me in. I can’t disobey the Alpha.”

The body on the bed moved slightly causing the sheets to rustle. “It’s four in the morning. What could he possibly need from you that can’t wait till a reasonable time?”

“Who knows, either way, he wants me to see him and I’m going to have to see him.” The figure standing move closer to the person on the bed. Bending down, the standing figure kissed the other on the forehead before backing up and making his way to the bedroom door.

“You need to be careful, okay?”

“I’m always careful.” A hint of a smirk came from the standing figure.

“I’m serious, Peter. Be careful.”

The male standing, now known as Peter, turned his body until he was facing the laying body. Well, no longer laying, the figure on the bed was now sat up against the headboards.

“I will, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”

After that, Peter walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs until he reached the entrance of the house. With a roll of his neck, he walked out of the building and towards his car, ready to make his way to his nephew’s loft.

“You better be.” Was the last thing Peter heard from his significant other before he climbed into his vehicle and backed out of his driveway.

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“What is so important that you had to call me out of bed, dear nephew?” Left Peter’s lips once he stepped into the loft. Everyone was there, except for Stiles, lord knows where Stiles is. Probably sleeping.

Derek scowled from where he sat, eyes glaring at Peter. “You’re late.”

Rolling his eyes, Peter walked down the steps, making his way to an empty sitting space. “I am not late, and you haven’t answered my question.”

“He called a meeting because Stiles has been kidnapped.” Filled the silence, coming from a space a few seats down from the older man. Turning his head, Peter instantly recognized the red fiery hair, Ms. Lydia Martin.

“Repeat that for me again.” Eyes going cold as he looked at everyone sitting in the loft, his hearing must be going because he did not just hear that Stiles was kidnapped.

“You heard what she said, Peter. She doesn’t need to repeat it and we need your help.” Derek replied, stopping Lydia from speaking.

“Then I’m sure she can repeat what she said, to me.” Rang through the loft, silencing everyone and causing them to turn their heads to the loft door. There, standing there with an angry expression, looking ready to rip someone apart if they spoke, stood Stiles Stilinski’s older brother. Matthew Stilinski.

Everyone sat there, staring at the male figure storming down the stairs looking ready to kill. However, they did come out of it as soon as they watched Peter walk up to the man, eyebrows drawn tight and a frown set on his lips.

“What are you doing here? You should be at home, sleeping.” Whispered Peter, eyes roaming the other males face as he spoke. Whispers began to fill up the quiet loft, something Peter chose to ignore whilst waiting for his lovers response.

“I felt pains in my chest; I knew it wasn’t you because you had just left,” Matthew began to explain, his voice serious while his eyes showed his worry. “I rang my dad next, he sounded fine and when I rang Stiles, he didn’t answer. To me, that’s very strange.”

As Matthew stood there, explaining why he was at the loft, it was silent again. Everyone seemingly interested as to why the older Stilinski was in the loft and why Peter’s so close to him. Their conversation was soon interrupted by a someone clearing their throat, with a look that said, ‘we’re carrying this conversation later’. Peter turned around to face his nephew once again, a feral grin on his lips before they parted to let the words out.

“What’s the plan?”

Before Derek could even open his mouth to respond to his uncle, Scott spoke instead, causing Derek to lean back into his chair, glaring at the crocked jawed teen.

“Are you really going to let him be here and listen to what we’re going to say.”

Peter scoffed at what the teen said, choosing to ignore it as he stood by his lover’s side, everyone else, on the other hand, was staring at him. Some with one of their eyebrows lifted in question. With everyone being silent, Matthew thought he should be the person to answer the question his younger brother’s best friend, ‘ex-best friend more like.’ Ran through his head before he spoke.

“Yes, you are. If you try and remove me from this meeting, I will then make it my personal mission to make your life a living hell.” Matthew growled out as he glared at the tanned teen, eyes boring into his soul before changing his focus to Derek.

Shrugging his shoulders, Derek began the meeting, telling each member all of the information that they needed to know as well as suggesting a plan of attack. Some protested, others agreed, therefore they all agreed to change some aspects of the plan. With the final plan of attack in place, they all set out to rescue a member of their pack, determination etched onto their faces.

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They all stumbled into the loft, cuts, and bruises prominent on their skin. Shuffling into the room, the pack members all stumbled their way to a seat, releasing a sigh once they sat down. They all started to drift off into a deep slumber, only to be startled when the loft door slammed shut. Peter supporting Stiles to an empty space on the sofa and Matthew walking behind them with the scent of anger, pain and disgust coming from him. It didn’t help that when Matthew was angry, it was calm anger, the type of anger that scared everyone the most.

“Why, pray tell were there hunters in Beacon Hills? Stiles told me that there were dealt with.” Matthew growled to everyone in the room, a storm in his eyes as he eyed everyone in the room, not carrying that they are exhausted.

“That,” arm lifted and finger point at the sliding door, “that did not, and I mean did not look as if it was dealt with. They should have been killed.” His dark eyes landed on to the Alpha of the pack, Scott McCall, waiting for his excuse to tumble out of his mouth.

“We don’t kill, Matt. We’re not the type of people to kill.” There it was, the same sentence he’s been sprouting out to everyone to the point that his own brother, his best friend, was hurt.

“You may not be but everyone else in this room is. They know what’s good for the pack, not getting rid of your enemies will cause this pack to be dead in a fucking week.”

“Killing is wrong, Matt. You have to unde–“

“Oh, I do, but you don’t care if someone else does your dirty work, right?” The older Stilinski sneered, leaving Scott to stammer whilst Matthew continued to speak, his voice carrying over his. “Working with the enemy, using your pack members until you get what you want and let us not forget too busy thinking with your dick instead of looking around you!”

“This isn’t a game, McCall. If you don’t get your head out of your fucking ass, I will take my brother away from this hostile pack.” Once that was finished, Scott and everyone else bar Peter and Stiles, started whining and protesting.

“I don’t care for your petty excuses anymore, Scott. My baby brother was kidnapped tonight, and you didn’t notice until you messaged him because Allison was too busy doing other things to suck your dick.”

Looking around the room once more, Matthew’s dark eyes drank in everyone’s expression before he turned and walked to the sofa Peter and Stiles was on, determined to head home. Picking up his brother, bridal style, the adult began to make his way to the entrance, his lover not far behind him. He came to a stop once he reached the top step, voice cold but stern.

“If you don’t sort your world view out and think of your pack instead of your dick and your murderous girlfriend, I will be taking your pack members and make them mine.”

That caused Scott to growl loudly, red tinting his eyes as he stared at the back of the Stilinski. Leading Peter to turn around and flash his ice blue eyes to the teen, his lips shaped into a snarl.

“You are not fit to be an Alpha, but I suppose children shouldn’t be dealing with adult cards.” With that, Matthew used his magic to open the door and walked out, heading straight towards the elevator. When it opened, he stepped inside, turning around to face the pack, now standing around in the loft with a lost expression on their faces.

Unsympathetic eyes stared at them until the elevator doors closed, cutting their contact with the two Stilinski’s.

“Well that was eventful but as you know, I need to get going as you made my mate unhappy. I’ll have to deal with it.” Turning his eyes to crocked jawed teen, Peter gave him a disappointed look, laced with regret.

“I wished I never turned you.”

Spinning in his spot, the oldest Hale walked out of the loft. No longer wanting to concern himself with such a pathetic pack.

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A few hours had passed since the whole ordeal that happened at the loft. Matthew finally went to sleep, after much pestering from Peter, now it was only Peter awake. He was ready to take care of his lover’s little brother once he wakes. He was busy in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the figure lying on the sofa began to move around and then with a fluttering of lashes, amber eyes opened to the world. A jostle at his side, however, caused Peter to come out of his trance and peer down at the younger male, a soft smile on his lips.

“How are you doing, little red?” voice soft with a hint of worry and concern laced in.

Shifting ever so lightly, Stiles sat on the sofa, warm and cozy while looking up at Peter. “Good, it doesn’t hurt anymore. You wouldn’t be using your werewolf mojo, would you?” The teen’s voice barely a whisper, Peter was lucky that he was a werewolf or else he wouldn’t have heard the poor boy.

“No, it was your brother instead. He worked his “mojo” to heal you and get rid of the pain.” His fingers wiggling when saying the word mojo, the smile never leaving his lips.

“Do you want something to drink?”

A nod was all he needed before he stood up to retrieve a glass of water for the boy, he made sure to listen to Stiles, just in case something happens, and he gets hurt again. To be fair, the boy is quite clumsy.

Walking back into the living room, he gave Stiles the glass of water, instructing him to drink it slowly before suggesting that he sleeps in the guest room tonight. Peter had already called the Sheriff to tell him what happened and that Stiles shouldn’t be at home by himself right now, the Sheriff agreed before informing Peter to keep him updated.

That was the end of the conversation. Short but not threatening, which was good.

It took a few minutes, but the older man was able to change Stiles in his brother’s sleeping clothes and laid him on the bed, telling him that if he needed anything, he can either call him or Matthew. With that done, Peter went back to his room, and the first thing he noticed was that his mate was awake.

Walking towards Matthew’s side of the bed, he lent down and kissed his forehead before heading into the ensuite bathroom for a shower. When he came back out, dressed in his sleeping pants, he walked to his bed and got settled, pulling the other male close to his chest so that they were spooning.

Nuzzling his nose at the back of the younger males neck. The older male let out a content sigh before replying. “I did though, he’s family, after all, sweetheart.”

Comfortable silence soon filled the room, enough to cause Peter to drift off to sleep. However, he didn’t have the luxury because it was interrupted by the words coming out of the other male’s mouth. “You didn’t need to do that.”

That was all that needed to be said because Matthew pulled one of Peter hands to his lips and kissed before snuggling back into the man. Both content as they both fell asleep.

The End

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Fireworks and Milkshakes

Teen Wolf

Request: No

Summary: Stiles x fem!reader. New Years with Stiles is chaotic.

Words: 1,637

Warnings: TENSION : ) also shitty writing :))

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The smell of cinnamon was overpowering in the tiny living room the McCall pack was currently sitting in. Lydia insisted that whenever they were at her lake house it needed to smell and look good at all times so there was always a candle burning. Y/N sat nestled in the corner of the couch Stiles next to her, Isaac sitting on her other side in an armchair, and Kira was resting against her legs.

On the TV mainly as background noise, was the New York ball drop at Times Square. They were about two hours time away from the New Year. And hopefully, this coming year would be much better and SAFER than the last. 

“Alright, I say we make milkshakes!” Malia announced standing from her spot on the other side of the couch. Scott also got up with the girl stretching out his arms. 

“I agree, I’m practically falling asleep waiting for midnight so I think we need something to do,” he said, making everyone stand up and head to the kitchen. Lydia pulled the ingredients out for a variety of different kinds of milkshakes and clasped her hands together.

“I have an idea,” she said pulling out a couple of blenders. As to why she had more than one was a mystery yet to be solved.

“I say we have ourselves a little competition,” she smiled innocently and continued. “We split into teams of two and we try to make the best milkshake we possibly can.”

“Oh but wait we’ll need a judge!” Lydia exclaimed looking at her hands. Corey jumped up excitedly, “Mason and I will judge! Right, Mason?”

“Uh, yeah sure sounds like fun,” Mason smiled at his boyfriend.

“Okay everyone split off and I’ll start a timer so we don’t miss the count down,” Lydia said walking off to grab her phone from the living room. 

Scott and Kira paired up obviously, they’d been dating for nearly two and a half years, they were a well-oiled machine! 

Malia and Isaac paired, they hadn’t known each other long but they got along fine, they’d even gone bowling together once so what could go wrong, right? 

Liam and Theo teamed up as per usual, since the whole ghost rider incident they’d grown quite close and they had been going out for about a month after they realized there was something more to their relationship. 

Jordan waited patiently by the island for Lydia to return so they could pair together as well, them also dating. It seemed as if everyone in the pack had someone so that just left Stiles and Y/N to team up, best friends since kindergarten.

“Well, Stilinski which flavor should we go for?” Y/N smiled at him walking to one of the free blenders. He rested on the counter and tilted his head to look at her. 

“I say strawberry, but feel free to argue if you have a better idea,” he turned and rested his back against the countertop to get a better look at Y/N. His sleeves of the plaid her currently adorned were rolled up to his elbows. Showing off his defined forearms. Y/N couldn’t help but glance at the skin displayed. She lost her train of thought for a brief moment.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, strawberry sounds delicious, and maybe we can add dark chocolate pieces and fresh strawberries and start with a Vanilla base?” She pulled herself together. Stiles nodded just as Lydia returned iPhone in manicured hand. 

“Alright, I’ll set the timer so we have just enough time to go out and light fireworks,” she clicked on her screen and everyone got into position, including Mason and Corey who took seats at the island and pulled out their phones to pass the time.

“On your mark, get set, GO!” Lydia announced. Everyone began fixing their frosty treats.

Stiles and Y/N wasted no time grabbing their ingredients. They barely even spoke seeming to read each other’s minds or at least that’s what it looked like on the outside. Y/N began chopping strawberries and Stiles broke up the chocolate. 

By the end, their shake looked simply to die for. Kira and Scott’s looked amazing as well, along with Lydia and Jordan’s. Theo and Liam argued basically the entire time like an old married couple and barely finished a simple chocolate shake. Malia and Isaac somehow managed to spill their shake getting it all over themselves, Malia taking Isaac’s face and smearing a line across his forehead chanting, “Simba.” Which in turn made everyone cackle madly with laughter.

Liam and Theo managed to win the competition somehow, and it is still dumbfounding to think about. Corey said something about not being able to beat the classics and Liam said love was their secret ingredient which made Theo roll his eyes violently. 

About 15 minutes before the ball drop they all shuffled outside in jackets to light the singular firework they had gotten from very understocked Walmart. The firework was a brilliant green and gold which was quite beautiful actually in Y/N’s opinion. After that, they cracked out the sparklers, and Stiles and Y/N waved them at each other like wands pretending to battle. Stiles claimed to have won but Y/N disagreed saying nobody could beat her at a magic duel, Stiles reluctantly agreed due to her puppy dog eyes. 

Now they were all back in the living room 5 minutes from the ball drop and the New Year.

“I still think our shake was the best,” Y/N complained. Stiles nodded along slinging an arm across the back of the couch next to her head. 

“No way, Stiles put ninety percent dark chocolate in. That shit was bitter as hell. My taste buds still haven’t recovered,” you could practically see the pain in Mason’s eyes.

“I think it still tasted okay,” Y/N patted Stiles’ thigh making him jump a tad. Scott laughed at him silently. The heat from Stiles’ arm against Y/N’s neck was quite distracting for her so she barely could comprehend what he was trying to say to her. Lydia walked over to the stereo system during this and turned on some music.

“Huh? What’d ya say?” She asked. Stiles rolled his eyes and his hand rested on her shoulder further clouding her thoughts. Did he know what he did to her? Probably not he was dense as a brick. 

“I asked what your resolution is?” He repeated. She thought for a moment trying her best to gather her thoughts again.

“I want to go into the year doing something new I think,” she replied hesitantly.

“And how would that be?” Stiles asked her. He was so close she could feel his breath on her ear and neck.

“I’m not… I’m not sure yet,” she looked at her hands.

“Well good luck with that then, Y/N/N,” he said holding her hand. This was common for them, physical intimacy that was. At least PLATONIC intimacy, hand-holding, blowing kisses, etc. Nothing had ever happened between the childhood friends but they both secretly longed for each other. Pining since their freshman year for one another.

Y/N let out a sigh as Stiles leaned in close again.

“Only a minute until the New Year you better figure out that resolution of yours soon,” he laughs a lopsided grin on his face. They turned towards each other preparing for the countdown. They had agreed earlier that they’d give each other a quick peck at midnight not wanting to be left out seeing as they were basically surrounded by couples. Everyone knew their plan so they weren’t worried about kissing in front of the pair and making them feel bad or something like that. 

“Alright! Ten! Nine! Eight!” Everyone cheered.

“You still want to do this no second thoughts?” Stiles asked Y/N. She nodded quickly.

“A quick peck. In and out. Easy peasy. And then everything is back to normal,” she looked down again at their hands. Stiles frowned but it went unnoticed by Y/N.

“Five! Four! Three! Two! ONE!” 

Stiles kept his free hand by his waist unsure as to where to keep it and Y/N’s hand went to the back of his neck pulling him in. They stayed still for a moment awkwardly. The kiss was rigid and unmoving, but as Y/N’s fingers went into Stiles’ hair and they began to actually kiss Stiles’ palm rested on the side of her face and the kiss was deepened. His hand slide down her jawline and he held her tightly. Y/N’s face tilted up into his and her other hand let go of his other and she ran her hand through his hair pulling him in impossibly closer and draping her arm over his shoulder. His free hand went to the back of her head and he stroked her hair. Y/N was on fire she was burning under the soft touches of his fingertips. She burned for him.

He finally pulled away, Y/N following his head but he held her back slightly wanting to get a word in.

“You taste like strawberries,” he said airly. She laughed trying to pull back.

“You are so stupi-” He went in again cutting her off and they burnt together. Y/N’s hands fell to his cheeks and she smiled slightly.

“I only think of you,” she whispered. He hummed pushing a strand of hair out of her face. Her eyes were still closed as she relished in their closeness.

“I completed my resolution,” She said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I went into the new year doing something new didn’t I?”

“I suppose so, Y/N,” he smiled. Their friends sat staring at the pair with wide eyes.

“Finally,” Lydia rolled her eyes. Everyone agreeing.

“Oh shut up,” Y/N laughed. Stiles looked at her with adoration.

“I’m glad you chose me to go into the new year with,” he nudged her nose.

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Being Liam Dunbar’s older sister would include...

{Requested}

Being Liam’s older sister would include...

You being two years older than him

Being extremely close

Comforting him when his I.E.D. got bad

Always making sure he took his medication

Cheering for him during his lacrosse games

Confronting Brett when he acted to him like a dick

Even if you had a thing for him

Transferring to Beacon Hills High as well to support him

Being in the same grade as the Pack

Quickly befriending Lydia and Allison

Quickly catching feelings for Scott

But once you found out he had bitten your brother, all hell broke loose

Being rational about it, however

After you were done lecturing the shit out of him

Accepting his werewolf side without thinking twice about it

Smacking him whenever he claimed he was a monster

Him not even batting an eye, since he was far too stronger than you

And like, a foot taller as well

Him not being totally okay with your relationship with his Alpha, at first

Getting more used to it as time went by

Eventually Scott being the only one he trusted with you

Being his anchor

Giving him advice on how to approach Hayden

Giving him relationship advice in general

Letting him borrow your car keys

Playing video games with him and Mason

Helping him with his homework

Being protective over him and vice versa

Liam climbing to your bed whenever he has a nightmare

Stroking his hair, knowing it calmed him down

Him falling asleep in your arms

Not keeping anything secret from each other

Very tight, and long hugs

Being Derek Hale’s younger sister would include...

{Requested}

A/N: I’m currently working on new things about this blog, so I’m sorry in advance if I fall behind with my requests.

Being Derek’s little sister would include...

Not being too close to Derek when you were younger

Because your characters were quite similar

Arguing constantly

Talia having to step in before things went too far

Becoming best friends when reaching adolescence

Going to him for advice

Him being protective over you when you got to the date scene

Supporting him on basketball games

Hooking him up with Paige

Comforting him after her death

Taking an instant dislike to Peter, not that you never really did like him

Surviving the fire, and sticking with him

Being a member of his pack, and helping him train his Betas

Flirting with Isaac

Derek not being okay with it

Giving Isaac a hard time

Hale eye roll ™

Tracing each other’s spiral tattoos

Being comfortable with physical affection only with him

Sibling cuddling while watching movies during thunderstorm nights

Working out together, basically competing each other

Becoming an ally of the McCall pack, and eventually joining it

Derek growling at anyone during the pack meetings if they try to flirt with you

Except Stiles, because he knows you have a soft spot for him

Secretly loving when you give Allison death glares, because he knows you hate the Argents twice as he does

Occasionally stealing his car keys

Throwing parties at the loft when he’s out of town

You being the only one able to put him in his place

Evolving at the same time period

Having a very special connection in general, always standing by each other’s side

Protected – Derek Hale x Young! Beta! Reader

Summary: You’re Derek Hale’s 15-year-old Beta. Derek saves you before Gerald Argent kills you.

{Requested}

Pairing: Derek Hale x Young!Beta!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Gerald Argent, furious Derek, swearing, blood, crying

Word count: 802

Song recommendation: Iron - Woodkid

*Flashback*

“Do you have a death wish, Y/N?” Derek crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe, blocking the exit. You raised an eyebrow, sort of glaring at him.

“Do you?” you talked back at him, smiling coldly. Derek’s jaw clenched as he suppressed the urge to give you a piece of his mind. You had been giving him attitude for the past few days, and even if he was fully aware you disliked being told what to do, he was still your Alpha and had obligation to protect you.

“In case you forgot, Argent has already tried to kill you twice,” he acknowledged. “And failed to do so, twice,” you responded bitterly.

Derek sighed. “I’m only trying to keep you safe, Y/N/N. Please, just listen to me,” he said. Your gaze softened. “I’ll be fine, Derek,” you muttered, making your way out of the loft.

*End of flashback*

You weren’t exactly sure how you had found yourself running through the woods for dear life. There was, however, something you knew for certain: if you made it out alive, you’d never disregard Derek again. You were getting weaker, however, every second that went by. The possibility of you surviving seemed considerably unrealistic.

You hissed in pain, removing an arrow from your abdomen and hurriedly pressing with your hand against the cut to stem the bleeding, only to realize that you had been poisoned with wolf’s bane- you weren’t healing. You were seriously injured, and teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, yet you refused to give up.  

“I have to admit, Y/N, you gave me quite a hard time,” Gerald Argent commented, examining your bloodied features. You scoffed, “yeah, well. Facilitating your process of killing me wasn’t exactly on my to-do list,” you replied sarcastically, aching with every breath you took.

“You’re something else, aren’t you? For a newly turned Beta, you’re quite skilled. I’m sure you’re Derek’s favorite,” he pointed out, laughing devilishly. “It’s a shame you have to die this way, so young and innocent.”

Realization hit you. You were really going to die, if you didn’t do something drastic. With every bit of power you had left, you roared. Assuming Derek was searching for you, you had given away your position.

“Your life is completely in my hands; quit testing my boundaries, sweetheart,” Gerald warned, aiming a gun between your eyes. “Do you have any last words?” There was a brief moment of silence.

“Look behind you,” you breathed.

Derek emerged from the shadows, fully turned in his werewolf form. He neared Gerald in no time, instantly disarming him. “You didn’t actually believe I’d let you kill my Beta, did you?” he asked. To say his voice was infuriated, was an understatement. “Hunting her down alone was a seriously bad idea, Argent.”

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“SON OF A-” you cried, immediately waking up. “Hold her still!” Deaton shouted, pressing a syringe in your carotid, which you supposed contained the antidote for Aconitum. The pain was sending you over the edge, causing you to dig your claws in your Alpha’s skin, who held your hands pinned against the cold metal table.

After a few moments that felt like centuries, the veterinarian removed the needle from your neck. He gently pressed a cotton pad soaked in rubbing alcohol to where he injected you and gave you a sympathetic smile. “You almost died. Welcome back,” he simply said, earning a chuckle from you.

Deaton shot a knowing look at Derek. “I’m sure you two have a lot to discuss.” Derek nodded lightly, and Allan hustled out of the room, leaving you alone with your Alpha.

He wasn’t protective over you only because you were his Beta. He was protective over you because you were his anchor. There was something, in that intractable character of yours, that brought out the best of him. He felt responsible for you, as your Alpha and as your guardian. You were the closest person he had to a family. He needed to know you were safe. The idea of your getting hurt terrified him. 

“Did you kill him?” your croaked voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Derek smiled half-heartedly at you. “No, I didn’t. The Argents don’t deserve this kind of mercy,” he answered. “Right,” you whispered, avoiding eye contact.  

You wrapped your hands around Derek’s neck and rested your head in his chest. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, and he could already feel your tears moistening his shirt as he rubbed your back, trying to calm you down.

“It’s alright,” he said comfortingly. “Just, don’t be so stubborn next time.” 

“I promise,” you breathed. “Can we go home now?” Derek nodded and kissed your forehead, picking you up. The familiar warmth of his body soothed you to sleep, finally feeling protected in his embrace.