Forsaken;

                                              but who’s gonna protect you 

                                                                                       from me?   ]

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Stiles wasn’t sure he’d ever worked as hard on anything as he did on controlling the spark of power he now had inside of him. Had never worked as hard with another person as he did with Derek to make sure he knew they were together in this. He didn’t think he could do it without the wolf. And he knew both of them had gotten much better about accepting and dealing with their situation, but he still worried.

Not so much tonight though, their day off. Just the two of them and this relationship that was then part of them they worked on the least in Stiles’ opinion, when they should be working on it the most. He’d tried to respect Derek’s boundaries though, to work on the power he’d given Stiles.

He smiled widely at Derek as he pulled the door open and pressed into that gentle kiss with a soft, happy noise. “You’re lucky I didn’t show up like five hours,” he said. “And nah, no problems.” He dropped the bag of stuff he’d brought by the door and kicked his shoes off before moving to wrap his arms around Derek’s shoulders. “Hi,” he said quietly, before kissing him again, soft and slow, lingering a bit.

      There was something light in his chest at the sight of the teen, smoothing over and making everything a little easier in the air. It was warm to have him so close, his wolf immediately reaching out and nuzzling against the spark to warm its chilled bones. Stepping back he let the boy in, pushing the door shut just in time to turn around and feel the tangle of limbs wrapped around his shoulders. "Mm, hi," There was a laugh, muffled by the heat of that mouth over his own and he sighed into it, shoulders slumping gratefully before his large hands reached out and rested his hands on Stiles' hips.

But he’d meant what he said to Derek. He wasn’t ready for it yet, hadn’t grown enough and didn’t know the ins and outs when it came to being an Alpha to actually be able to take on that role.  But he knew that he could be, with Derek’s help. "We’ll figure everything out," he promised, shifting to press himself closer to his brother, almost impossibly close to him, so desperate for the comfort of knowing that Derek was right there, knowing that he was okay. "We’ll figure everything out again," he murmured into the other’s hair, his own eyes beginning to close as he found himself finally giving in to his exhaustion. "Just like we always do, Der. Together." 

     Derek was scared. Deep down it was there, wild and ugly. He didn't know anything else but being Alpha, he didn't remember not being what he was now. It'd been thrust upon him so long ago he couldn't even recall what it was like being a Beta, what it meant to be anything but the leader of their little broken pack of two. There were the dull memories of his mother and father, of the pack they'd had, but he didn't remember what it felt like. He couldn't recall anything and going back to being what he was before, it frightened him even though it was what he was always meant to be.

      Scott was the Alpha. He was always destined for it and it was an honor all in itself to be able to give Scott the gift from their parents that he was meant for.

After she kissed him she felt the blush rise in her cheeks. A few apologies stumbled out, but only halfway. She fumbled over her words until he pulled her in to kiss her. It took her by surprise and was nowhere near as chaste as hers had been. Her eyes closed and she parted her lips for him. A soft sigh was released as she moved closer to him. She knew this was wrong but she couldn’t help the way she felt, the way she’d always felt. 

Derek was her other half. He made her complete, especially in that moment. As much as she wanted to explore his body, she was nervous. Her hands stayed on his shoulders to steady herself. She pulled away only to catch her breath. “Derek, I..” She caressed his cheek, at a loss for what to say. Licking her lips, she still tasted him on her lips. It made her groan in a needy way. “I love you so much.” She brushed her lips against his, not yet quite connecting them yet.

     There was a primal sort of need that was broiling over in his belly, hot and heavy and he knew it was wrong. God, if anyone knew they'd shared a kiss with as much yearning behind it as they had, they'd be in so much trouble. There would be judgement and screaming, scolding for sharing such a thing when it was banned amongst family as it was. But Derek didn't care. In that moment, he didn't care about anything besides the texture of her lips on his and the way she tasted on the edge of his tongue when he'd tasted his mouth when he licked over it.

Dear derelictae, I know you worry about how well you play Derek Hale and how many Dereks there are. But I want you- and everyone here- to know you are one of the best, the very best, and I enjoy all of your threads, all of your headcanons, all the work you put into your character. You are brilliant, bby, so brilliant.

Scott was already moving even before that invitation, rising from the chair with a crack of his bones before he dropped down against the mattress, pausing to kick his shoes off before shifting to lay beside his brother. He hadn’t even bothered to change out of his Cross Country uniform, hadn’t even bothered to wash the sweat that had since dried, leaving salt all over his body.

But he didn’t care, because Derek was awake. "Nah, but it’s okay," Scott murmured, reaching out to run his fingers through his big brother’s hair. "It didn’t matter, you know?" For a moment, Scott fell silent, just studying the other carefully. "All this time, Der, I just wanted to be a normal kid, you know? Like, that was the most important thing to me, but that’s so stupid and it’s unfair, because that’s not… that’s not something you got to have.” For a moment, his lips pursed into a thin line as if contemplating his next statement.  "You’ve given up a lot for me and I know that this isn’t just exhaustion and heat. Deaton told me about what happened, filled me in on everything and I’m sorry I didn’t see how badly you were struggling before, but I’m gonna do better, okay?" He offered the other an almost sad smile. “You don’t have to just take care of me, anymore, okay? You’ve done that, and you’ve done such an awesome job. I don’t think I’m ready to take over completely, but I’m getting there, alright? I’m getting there, but until then, you’ve gotta start letting me take the reigns a little bit. Like now. I’m telling you that you have to get some more rest, okay? Don’t argue. I’ll be right here, and when you’ve rested up some, we can… we can talk about everything else.” 

       Derek was exhausted, a muscle deep sort of ache that stretched through thin skin and burrowed into the marrow of his bones. For the life of him, all he wanted to do was to lift an arm, to press it up over the bend of Scott's shoulder and tuck the teen into his chest and offer him the comfort he'd so selfishly taken from him. He should have been more careful, shouldn't have pressed himself to the brink and had himself so weak as to collapse, especially in front of his brother. Scott worried so much already, his young heart having seen far too much tragedy as it was, Derek hadn't the right to instill more fear into his thoughts from his little bout of weakness. The only thing that he could do though, was lay limp against the mattress with his eyes half mast, cast blearily back at his brother as he beat away at the sleep encroaching upon his gaze.

        "'s not selfish," The Alpha managed to murmur back, swallowing down a sigh and closing his eyes. "Not unfair. 's not your fault and it's not my fault this is where we were put in life." It had been his soul desire since that fire to give Scott the live of love and a certain degree of normalcy that he hadn't gotten. "I had my normal before the fire, Scott, it's your turn now." Derek had high school and girlfriends. He'd had friends and parties. He'd gotten his chance to be carefree. "You don't owe me anything, Scott."

    Cora smiled, “Okay, close your eyes and no peeking!” She set the dress on his bed as she pulled off her tank top first and then her shorts. Being half-naked in her twin brother’s room made her feel a lot more sexy than it should have. She bit her lip, glancing at herself in his mirror before turning back to the bed and grabbing the dress again. 

    She pulled the dress over her head, tugging it down past her hips. It fell just above her knees. Straightening it up in the mirror, she finally looked back at Derek. “You can open them.” She twirled in the dress, laughing lightly. “It fits perfectly.” She walked over to his bed and sat down next to him. “You’re too good to me.” In the excitement, she leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. She pulled back shyly, ready to apologize.

       "'m not gonna peek," Derek rumbled back at her, dropping his face into his palms as he leaned back against the thick pile of pillows lined along the headboard of his bed. He could hear the sound of clothes being stripped, catching on soft skin and dropping to the ground and god he felt so dirty when the inherent need to look arose in the back of his head. This was his sister and there was some sick thrill that'd swelled up in the pits of his loins knowing that she was stripping naked in his room, doing so to present herself in a dress he'd bought her. Licking his lips impatiently he waited for the okay before he opened his eyes and looked Cora over with a wide grin. "You look so beautiful," He leaned back up, admiring the way the fabric trickled over the line of her body.