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[derelictae]

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[derelictae]

I'm not a dog | Camden & Derek

      The pound was thundering with the sound of braying, dogs gnawing at the chain links and scratching dulled claws at the worn cement. It was insufferable, unrelenting and Derek was losing his fucking mind. The large wolf stalked back and forth in his pin, a rumbling growl beginning to stir up in the depths of his throat as the chaos only seemed to reach a fever pitch as a few families tracked through the main aisle to look at the eager animals. Even with the wolves separated from the mutts by a thick cement wall, the sound still bleed through the thin door and it was deafening. His patience was wearing thin, and finally it snapped entirely. Planting all four heavy paws onto the floor the hair along his neck bristled, the depths of his once beryl gaze exploding into a bright red as he peeled those lips back and r o a r e d.

     From his cage Derek could hear the panicked cries of a few of the humans, but beyond that, he heard the obedient silence of the other canines lulling into quiet. They may have been domesticated they had those instincts still deep in their bones. They wouldn't dare to challenge the strength of an Alpha, especially one that was so irritated. Satisfied with the animals finally quiet he turned back to the rickety thing they'd given to him as a bed, stretching out and laying his muzzle between his paws.

      Derek wasn't so sure how long he'd laid there, sleeping on and off, but it was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and he sighed. The black wolf didn't even bother to lift his head. There weren't any other wolves in this part of the pound, and whoever was searching for one would be quickly deterred by the staff to avoid choosing him. Volatile, unkempt, Alpha— all things that no one wished to have in the companionship of a wolf. When one of the handlers clanked a hand against the fence he sighed, rolling off the bed to pad toward the front of the fence, obedient enough to sit down and glance back up at the young man peering down at him.

[tylerhoechlinsource]

[derelictae]

A well needed break

[derelictae]

theboyinthehoodie:

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.

       The kiss was returned just as slow, deepened by the wolf's tongue, swiping against Stiles' lower lip before he peeled away when his lungs ached for air. "I got us movies and pizza," He rumbled, reaching down to grip at Stiles' legs just beneath his thighs, hefting him up against his body and carried him toward the couch. Plopping back he let the other rest in his lap as he grinned up at him, "But I figured we could just sit around for a little bit like this," He reached out with a hungry mouth and lapped at his pulse, "Maybe some more kissin'. I've missed it."

[heyxbrother]

Sugar, We're Going Down

[derelictae]

heyxbrother:

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.

     Twisting over on the bed he draped an arm over his brother's waist and buried his face into his shoulder and breathed out soft. "We will, I know we will. But until then," He reached up and kissed the center of Scott's forehead. "I'm still gonna take care of us, okay? Don't stress out about having to take the reins just yet. I still got us."

[derelictae]

stilinskicommastiles:

     “I’m sorry. I know you were saying      something but then you mentioned      us grinding on the dance floor and      my mind blanked. If they won’t let      you, we’ll skip it and go for pizza.”

     "That's what happens at these things      right? I never got to go to mine so I      honestly have no clue whatsoever.       Even if it's not common practice I have      a feeling we can begin the tradition."

         Derek smiled softly, sliding up to grip           Stiles' wrist, pulling him up to a sweet          kiss.

     "We can always sneak me in if they      don't sell us a ticket. I can manage that."

[derelictae]

hellxspawn:

"Real cute, Hale. Yer face ain’t gonna save you from all that shit we gotta deal with out there, though" he said, jabbing the paddle in his partner’s direction before he whacked the ball across once more. "Lucky fer you, I actually like David Beckham, ‘cept for the soccer part. Who tha fuck likes soccer anyways” he said, trying to deflect the conversation away to mend his bruised ego. Certainly there were women swooning over him when he stepped outside, but the second Derek joined him, they flocked over to his partner instead. He knew he complained far too much about the attention he got from the females, but he only wanted it back when he didn’t have it anymore. “I have Blue too, y’know, ‘cept all he wants ta talk about are logic puzzle an’ shit like that, I’m goin’ outta my damn mind with him.”

      "I do what I can," There was a smirk there, drenched in the snarky sass that seemed to be as much a part of Derek as the trademark waggle of his brows. He continued the volley a few more times before he settled for simply snatching the ball clean out of the air, twirling it about in his palm, "'m bored with this game." Bouncing onto the table he let it roll toward the net and to Red if he wanted it. "Soccer isn't so bad," There was a shrug there as Hale dropped his paddle and walked over toward the sofa and fell haphazardly into the cushion, throwing his legs over the edge and stretching out. "I'd prefer to watch Basketball though or baseball. Football even." Raising his fingers to his mouth he gnawed idly at his nails. "Blue's logic puzzles I can handle for a while, but yeah, no. Not for any extended period of time," That grin was there again and he was raising his brows up at Red, "Hey, if you're so salty about me gettin' all the girls attention, why don't we go out to the bar? I'll be your wingman and see if we can't get them swoonin' over you again."

[betaxhale]

Birthday Wishes

[derelictae]

betaxhale:

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.

       Pulling away, Derek's eyes were that deep gold, flickering back at his sister and he had to clear his throat just to be sure his voice was remotely capable of producing any sort of words. There was something akin to lust churning up in his eyes, letting them stutter and go back to that familiar beryl. The warmth of her hand on his cheek had his head canting deeper into the touch, his hands resting tenderly over her waist. "I love you too, Cora," He murmured, smelled her breath and the arousal with it. His eyes were closed then, pushing forward to connect the kiss and lick across her lips, a steady growing bulge tenting in his sleep pants.  "I've dreamt about this for a long time," he moved his head down and rested it on her shoulder, tentatively licking out at her throat, just above the pulse. "Wanted to taste you just like this."

[alphalewolf]

[teenwolfrpconfessions]

[derelictae]

teenwolfrpconfessions:

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.

Oh my god. I logged on today to do some drafts, and I just. I didn't have the motivation to do anything because I just felt so out of it. I'm in the corner and I never thought anyone really even noticed I wasn't around. This just. It made my day so immensely better I don't know how to say thank you. Whoever you are, thank you for still giving me the joy to come back to this blog. <3

[wandering-amongst-the-stars]

One day, I will be loved.

Six word novel, Loved (via wandering-amongst-the-stars)

[jensensackles]

[heyxbrother]

Sugar, We're Going Down

[derelictae]

heyxbrother:

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."

       Then it struck him, with a heavy blow, knowing that Scott had finally realized what'd caused him so much heartache and pain these last few weeks. He'd never meant for Scott to find out, but he'd ruined that when he'd ended up in the dirt at the track meet. "I'm..." Derek paused, licking at his lips as he opened his eyes fully and regarded his brother carefully. "I was never meant to be an Alpha, Scott. It wasn't supposed to be me. Ever." He wasn't the worst of Alphas, he'd hoped, but he knew he wasn't the best either. It wasn't in his stars or in his blood. "It was always meant to be you. You're the Alpha." Scott was the golden boy, the pride of their family and he was so stupid to take this long to realize. But he knew now. No matter how much he wanted to protect and take care of Scott, becoming Alpha was his destiny, whether either of them liked it or not. "I'll rest," He murmured, sinking back into the pillows. "We'll...talk later."

[derelictae]

A well needed break

       They didn't get a lot of down time. When it came to training and trying to tame that unkempt flame in Stiles heart that'd once been Derek's own, most of their free time was dedicated to learning and trying to overcome what they'd both become. But there was only so much one could do before all work and no play ended up driving them a little insane. The once Alpha had gotten far more accustomed to his Omega status, learned what it was like to have less power and a more idleness in his veins. Stiles had grown quite apt at managing his newly found spark and it was finally time they simple settled for enjoying one another's company without the looming need to learn or teach.

       Not to mention the wolf wanted an excuse to coil up with Stiles on the couch and watch a few movies. And the cuddling and obvious kissing that would ensue was just a bonus. Getting the loft set up for their mock-date, Derek made sure he had a decent array of movies to choose from, the pizza was ordered and the fridge was stocked with sodas. Hearing the lift rattle up he moved toward it with a smile. "Right on time," Stepping up he pressed a tender kiss to Stiles' lips. "No problem parking right?"

[betaxhale]

Birthday Wishes

[derelictae]

betaxhale:

    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.

       Following her as she sat down, he smiled back at her, scoffing, "It's your birthday, c'mon. And you've been wanting that for—" His words were broken by that quick kiss, his cheeks swelling up with a heady blush as he stared wide eyed back at her. He opened his mouth a few times, but he couldn't manage to say anything, didn't trust his voice not to go off pitch and falter. Instead though, he reached for Cora's neck and pulled her back into a fiercer kiss, closing his eyes at the thrill that soaked down his spine.

[derelictae]

hellxspawn:

"Oh you did not just go there, Derek” Red threatened, spine straightening. If he could puff up like one of his cats, he definitely would have been right now. “That ego o’ yours is gonna get you in some serious trouble one day” he said, hitting the ball back just enough so it hit the furthermost edge of the table and bounced out. “Before you got here, I was like the damn Brad Pitt of the place” he said, pointing an accusing paddle at the other agent, “now I’m like…Tom Cruise or somethin’, except there’s really no rumors if I’m gay or not and all that Scientology stuff is bullshit.”

      "Oh, but I do believe I did, actually," The Alpha quirked his brow curiously at the other, lips coiled into a devious grin, even after the ball and flown off the corner of the table and bounced for the first point of the match. "My ego? I think you're the one that's gettin' all bent out of shape because of the whole me being prettier than you thing." Turning back he went to retrieve the little ball rolling idly across the floor, tossing it up in his palm and making his way back. "Tom Cruise isn't so bad, just, minus the crazy and the Scientology. Try to think yourself more of the George Clooney while I'm the David Beckham." Derek was still snickering as he shot the ball back across the table, "And hey, at least you have someone else to talk to now. You're welcome."

[derelictae]

       "I don't know if they'll let me take you        to prom though. I mean. I'm...a lot older        than you are and I'm not sure they'd        smile upon us grinding on the dance        floor."