#derelictae

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.

                    The large teen breathes out roughly, eyes falling shut.  His Alpha is tracing fingers over the mark that started it all.  The very place where Derek sunk his fangs in and brought Boyd into the life of a Beta.  His Beta.  There are no bad memories of this.  Not a single one.  He is proud to be one of Derek Hale’s Beta, he’s learned so much from him.  He knows that there had been moments when Derek had doubted himself; but Boyd had always believed that Derek being Alpha was nothing more than natural progression.  Tucking his plump bottom lip between his teeth, though his words are tinted with the depth they typically are, there’s a warmth trailing along them.  “—Never a single regret.”

Cora was exhausted after spending all day with family. It was Derek and Cora's sixteenth birthday and their Uncle Peter was determined to make them have a good time. All Cora really wanted to do was collapse on her bed. She changed into her tank top and shorts, laying down after. She waited until she heard Peter go to bed before sneaking out of her room and knocking gently on Derek's door.       "Hey, you awake?" She didn't know why she asked. She knew that he would be. They'd made an agreement to give each other their gifts that night, away from the festivities. She waited half a second before opening the door anyway and stepping inside. She closed the door quietly behind her and let her eyes adjust to the darkness.

                    Scott came out of the loft’s kitchen with a Pepsi in hand – his eyes flicker towards the library-like desk that’s just in front of it.  Glistening in the moonlight were the beloved Camaro keys.  Padding towards them, he was oddly stricken by their appearance.  Putting the can of soda aside, his cool hand reaches to trace digits over the metal and plastic.  His pointer finger drifting over notches at the side of the key until coming towards the tip where it lingers for a time before pulling away.  Eyes flicker towards the bedroom where the older wolf is currently hidden.  

Ral's definitely got deep attachment potential, even though Red's always been a cat person lol

Things were still weird. Scott had moved back into his room some weeks before, long after was probably normal, but when had Scott and Derek ever been normal? They tried, sure; Scott went back to sleeping in his own bed, to pretending that he'd never gotten hurt in the first place. He'd gone back to school (having gotten Deaton to forge papers saying he had mono) and had started back with track, and for the most part, everything was okay. At least, he thought so. He worried about Derek though, despite the other's assurances that he was fine, that Scott had nothing to worry about, and he didn't believe it. But he just wanted things to go back to the way they were, and so he'd let it go.  He didn't push, didn't ask. And when Derek insisted on coming to Scott's final track meet of the year, Scott selfishly found himself looking forward to it, never questioning if he was sure. And maybe, in the end, that had been Scott's biggest mistake.

                         "Unrelated note, your garbage disposal is broken."