#librarianderek

Teen | 7k | 1/1

“I’ll likely get far more done in the group if I’m not distracted watching you with your pen--”

“My--My pen?”

“Pens. Drinking straws. Don’t act like you don’t know,” Derek says darkly. “You know.”

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Mature | 12k | 1/1

Explicit | 23k | 12/12

There’s a long pause, and then: “You’re not Erica.” Stiles can’t help it. He snorts. “Yeah, no, dude, that’d be pretty difficult since I’m a guy.”

Explicit | 82k | 2/2

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

Mature | 31k | 3/3

Once upon a time, an Alpha werewolf, pregnant with her third child, unwittingly snubbed a powerful sorceress who was feeling petty that day by taking in her unruly, drunken demeanor, sighing, telling her to stop magicking the trees and flowers alive, and could she please call off the oversized dragonflies and the wyverns (thank the Gods it was wyverns, and not dragons, which would've been considerably bigger, harder to deal with, and much more fatal) and leave the Alpha's territory, thank you.

Unbeknownst to nearly everyone, the sorceress, meanly, cast a little curse the pregnant lady's way as she swanned off, and, in due time, the Alpha would give birth to a child who opened his eyes seeing color.

A romantic part of the mother worried, but, eventually, she realized it didn't really change much of anything, as her son lived and laughed and loved as sweetly and softly and kindly as anyone else, besides, she and her Mate quite liked having a child they could share the wonders of colors with.

And so it was that the little, seemingly harmless curse, went unnoticed.