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beaconspierce:

“I made this, thank you very much.” Katherine laughed before setting down the blender in her own pit of disgust.

“Someone should maybe tell Marcella that I don’t belong behind the bar.” Not that she even worked as a bartender, but Katherine commonly found herself trying to come up with new drinks when the company bored her.

He coughed on a laugh, because it wasn’t like he’d never made mistakes, though he was a decent cook and mixer. “I’m sure you have a lot of other skills. To make up for... whatever this is.”

Derek perked up, surprised. “Marcella’s a good judge of character. Maybe you just need a little practice.” Nik aside, he was always willing to befriend a friend of Marcella’s. She ran a tight ship.

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lovelylittlelahey:

Isaac’s eyes were slightly wild by the time he stood in front of the apartment he had written on a scrap piece of paper. In the end it hadn’t been that hard to track down Derek Hale. There was a little thing called a phone book that he was more than able to use. Overhearing what he little he had at the Argent’s, about what had happened to his father. And then later mentions of Derek Hale. He needed answers and to be stronger. He wouldn’t let what had happened to his dad repeat itself on the people he cared about. To his knowledge people like Blair, Erica, Allison, Jeremy… They were all vulnerable to whatever this thing was.

He finally knocked on Derek’s front door, stepping back and waiting. His hand crumbled the paper into a ball, his nerves almost overcoming him as he waited. When the door finally opened, he was taken aback. “…You’re Derek Hale?” he blurted out before he could help it. He shuffled back slightly and put his head down. Isaac’s cheek was still partially covered in gauze, a remnant from the last time he saw his father.

Tonight was Derek’s first chance to do homework in a while. Most of his work lately had been hands-on experience, working in the University’s garage and facilities, tinkering and taking things apart. But he still had math to do, a seemingly endless amount. His brain felt as though it was melting, his normally apt focus growing lax. A knock at the door was almost a welcome relief, though he didn’t dare admit it, even to himself. He was so close to finishing his degree, too close to jeopardize it.

He stood and went to answer; even a Mormon would be a nice change right then. Only the visitor wasn’t a religious zealot. It was the kid from the cemetery. Derek’s instincts surged again, but he contained the change. Barely. “You found me. What do you want?” Upon closer inspection, the boy was even more roughed up than the last time he’d seen him. Still, Derek couldn’t take that as assurance he was safe to deal with. Not in Beacon Hills. For all he knew, he’d been hurt in hunter training.

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bornxcursed:

                            Brett snatched the blueberry poptart. It was the only one he ever ate. For some reason it was just the only flavor he could tolerate, but he hated blueberries themselves. That hadn’t changed. Ever since he was a kid he was like that. But he couldn’t look at Derek and say nothing had changed. “A lot has changed. Like how I used to look up to you. And now I don’t hear from you ever.” Brett snapped at him. He could have used Derek’s help. The rest of his pack lived farther away, spread out. Barely ever saw them around his group of friends, however small it was. Maybe if he’d been with Derek still, he wouldn’t have gotten hunted and shot. Elena wouldn’t have almost died. Maybe he’d know more about the hunter activity in town instead of relying on Satomi’s non-intervention attitude.

                            He looked at the register, on the other side of the gas station and the thought of walking over there and knowing Derek was watching him the whole time seemed so exhausting. He wasn’t good at holding grudges for long but he had this irrational need to prove he was angry at Derek. “Until you grow a sweet tooth, apparently.”

In another universe, Brett zeroing in on blueberry might’ve made him smile. Some things really didn’t ever change. But he didn’t have the right, not anymore, after so many years of separation between them. He sighed, though he noticed he didn’t leave the poptarts behind in an effort to get away. There was still a chance to talk. 

He had wondered if Brett harbored any resentment, and it was clear he did, but Derek couldn’t blame him. He hadn’t been as close to Laura as Derek and Cora, but if he’d seen her after the fire... it was better they’d been kept apart. Better that Derek had taken that risk from Brett’s life. Laura had been suspicious of everyone. Still was. Anyone with enough access to their information, which included Brett. Included Derek. As it should, because it was his fault, but Brett.... an unnecessary target wouldn’t have helped. So he’d separated them and gone to the person who needed him more. Laura. 

“I didn’t run galavanting off into a perfect life,” he said, quietly. He’d left town with Laura after the fire, barely eighteen and his entire family dead. It hadn’t been easy for Derek, either. “But Laura had a... a crusade. She wanted us to cut ties, didn’t know who to trust, who’d given us up.” He wondered how much Brett guessed about the fire, with him gone. About his possible involvement. He’d never told anyone about Kate, but that didn’t mean people hadn’t guessed. “You have to have heard. I know Satomi wouldn’t leave her people blind to a threat like Laura.” Just because he’d left Brett’s life didn’t mean he’d stopped keeping tabs. There was something protective in him that had never known how to let go of anyone.

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bornxcursed:

                        Brett wrapped his hand around the neck of bottle, wishing he hadn’t stopped in the gas station. He just wanted to get a soda and a snack to eat since he was sure his mom hadn’t stocked the fridge considering they’d eaten leftovers or out the last week. Instead he was alone in a gas station with Derek and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, they were making eye contact and Brett thought he might break the soda bottle he was holding it so tight. “You’re standing in front of the Poptarts.”

Derek was nervous. He didn’t usually feel that way, more prone to anger and derision, but occasionally... there were things that brought him back. Brett Lockwood was one of them. Ever since things had fallen out with Laura, he’d thought of the kid, but it wasn’t until now that he managed to get his attention. “Someone recently notified me it was okay to indulge my sweet tooth,” he quipped, thinking back to a meeting with Jeremy that, on the surface, was quite similar. There hadn’t been all this pent up emotion, then. Still, he got out of Brett’s way, not wanting to fight. 

Just to talk. “A lot’s changed, lately,” he tried, alluding to the hunters as well as his own change. He’d never told Brett the reason he distanced himself, but it wasn’t a pretty one. The thought of Laura still had him on edge, even now. 

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beaconspierce:

“Any ideas on how?” Kat dangled the grotesque liquid before him.

“I dare you to drink it.” 

“Where did you get it? Is someone trying to poison you?” At the dare, he merely raised an eyebrow. He was an adult. He wasn’t going to submit to a challenge just because. Not when it looked and smelled like that.

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beaconspierce:

Derek took a step back. “That smells like death. Destroy it immediately.”

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blairxfell:

“It’s a house party with a bunch of Sorority girls. Isn’t that like every guy’s wet dream? – You’re coming and I won’t take no for an answer.”

Derek wrinkled his nose. “Your last two parties I attended ended up with me being verbally assaulted by teenagers. I think I’ll pass.”

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gonegirlelena:

Elena smiled slightly and leaned back against her pillow, “With my track record it’d be dangerous no matter where I train.” Her smiled quickly faded and that all too familiar looming pressure started build up in her chest. They were getting cocky. Being the daughter of a pair of two of the most ruthless hunters out there, Elena would know better than anyone. “They didn’t know I was human. They were chasing someone else and I got in the way.” She shrugged her shoulders and bit the inside of her cheek, “I’m guessing after I shot them with a crossbow they assumed I was a werewolf. Or at least not one of them.” Swallowing thickly, Elena shook her head slightly as she tucked her lower lip between her teeth. “Not that any of that matters. The code is such a joke,” she muttered bitterly. 

“Or maybe you should stop training alone,” he suggested. It wasn’t an invitation, though he’d train with her if she needed it. It was more the fact that Derek knew there was only so much you could learn by yourself, and without a pack to watch your back, you could always find yourself in worse trouble. “One of us wouldn’t have used a crossbow,” he countered. “They’re probably wondering why the hell one of them was with one of us. I know you don’t put yourself in the same category as they are, but they would.” It was the worst thing to them, he’d learned. A corruption. He couldn’t imagine how the Argents would take it, knowing not everyone bought into their view of the world. Not every human, anyway. “They’ll be watching, where you were. You need a new location. Preferably closer to civilization and medical equipment?” His voice lightened at the end, because it was Elena and she could be clumsy. 

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littlegilberts:

Jeremy smiled back, feeling his cheeks heat up as blood rushed to them. “I don’t know, you don’t seem all that terrifying to me right now,” he said, slowly glancing down away from Derek’s face. He huffed some and laughed. Maybe fangs and claws were just his type. “I can take care of myself. But you can always make sure I get home safely if you’re that worried about me.”

“It’s a ruse. Gotta keep that guard up.” Derek was only half joking. He’d been deceived by a nice smile and ‘sincere’ words before, and it hadn’t ended well at all. It was interesting that he’d taught himself the same techniques. Staying alive in a pool full of sharks. “Seems counter-intuitive. If you can take care of yourself, why do you need an escort?” Teenagers always wanted to go it alone. But Jeremy was close to Elena, he knew, and to other kids his age, so maybe he wasn’t as used to being alone as Derek had been after Paige. 

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beaconspierce:

“Would shadow self be better?” A slight chuckle escaped her as it seemed he was still intent on getting a name. It always seemed that a man couldn’t get comfortable around a stranger unless they learned their name. Whether it was the honest name or not, they needed something to relate a face too. “You still have yet to tell me yours, so I feel holding my name hostage is allowed.”

Katherine was even more amused with his intellect. It wasn’t often she found someone that she was able to speak to on the same level. Apparently, this man had been through hell itself too. 

“So what ruined your innocence, darling.” A smirk glimmered off the light in the bars to his eyes. Slowly, her smile disintegrated. “I’m assuming it has to deal with the ‘had’ in that sentence?” Katherine had figured she discovered the mystery behind his intellect. She hating to assume, but by the looks of it and his description of a way too similar sister to her own character, she figured one had died. Katherine noticed his walls assuming their place. His lovely humor would only demonstrate itself at the time he forgot to cover up his guard.

“I try to keep the storm in Beacon’s Harbor,” laughing before looking to the empty glass in his hand with a nod. “I’ll help you take cover if you buy a lady another.” 

Derek hummed. “You’re getting warmer.” He supposed he wasn’t being fair, but he liked having anonymity. It was the one reason he was reluctant to leave Beacon City. The Harbor was full of people who knew his name, knew his house, knew The Story, but here was different. Here, he could be a face in a crowd, a forgettable name. “Derek Hale,” he introduced, eyebrows raised. Gauntlet thrown. 

There was a way about her, something in it that made him think he should’ve backed off. But he did feel protective over Elena. He just wasn’t sure if this feeling of gravity was because he felt that protectiveness transferring to a girl who wore her face, or because he wanted to protect Elena from her. He remained undecided. 

Leaning close, Derek managed the most fake smirk in his arsenal. One that was so clearly a lie it was deliberate. A message. “A pretty face,” he said, the words dropping from his mouth before he leaned away. “Hard to remain innocent when you’ve lost enough,” he agreed, not delving further. If she spent enough time around the city she’d see the house, make the connection somehow. Gossip around town was heavy and thick, especially with Laura kicking up a ruckus. Those Hale siblings, they’d say. What a shame. 

He was surprised she was still humoring him. Derek had the money to spare, so he ordered another round for both of them, taking a stool for himself. It seemed to be a long enough conversation to stick around for. “I’ll hold you to it.”

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beaconspierce:

“Not-Elena? Has a ring to it.” A devilish grin fell across her lips before taking a long sip from her drink. Katherine hated to admit so, but she had enjoyed his presence. He had what seemed to be a tolerable humor, and to her best interest, she didn’t mind the view.

“Innocence is a girl’s biggest enemy,” she smirked, finishing her drink with another grin. A giggle fell from her lips before handing the empty glass back to his hand. While she enjoyed his presence, she wasn’t completely sure how much she enjoyed his piercing eyes. As he looked at her, Katherine her act disappearing. Even not pretending to be Elena, she had walls she typically never let down. Not that he knocked down every one of them, but he felt a bit more personable than most.

“Sisters? I got one and she’s hell on earth. Can’t imagine having more of them.” Another laugh fell from her lips as she winked his way. Kat had figured he knew Elena and would probably protest against any trouble Elena could cook up. Elena seemed to be the angel of Beacon’s Harbor, making Katherine the devil himself. 

“Neither did I, honesty.” Her own chaos wasn’t something she’d get trapped between. The long nails on her fingers clinked against the counter as she ran the other hand through her hair. “That’s why I also live in Beacon’s City.” 

“Pretty lame super-villain alias, if that’s what you’re going for.” He usually didn’t have to do much to wheedle information out of people, which meant she was probably immune to the charm of a pretty face. It was a talent he wished he possessed, though he was starting to get better at it. (Probably.) 

Sounded like a jaded comment if he’d ever heard one. “Maybe. Naivety can be a cruel teacher.” It wasn’t the badness in the world you had to learn; it was the innocence you had to throw away. He thought he had when Paige died, but it had been a pipedream, a wish. 

“You mean Elena? She can certainly get into it. I remember some upperclassman invited me to a party where I saw her do an impressive keg stand. She’s easy for people to underestimate.” Maybe it was the thought of learning the hard way that let him admit things he didn’t always talk about. “I had two. They were more manageable then. Now, my older sister is a bit... dangerous.” In a strange way, Laura was a lot like this girl. Hardened by the world, hell bent on getting her way, fury taunting you from behind her eyes. There was something dangerous in both of them. Derek promised himself he wouldn’t let his guard down. 

“So there’s no choice?” he mused, shaking his head. “Caught in hurricane not-Elena with no say? Doesn’t seem like you’d go along with that.” 

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marcellagerard:

“Nik is too busy being Nik. So that would be a no.” Marcella walked inside and headed to the bar. “Yeah I’m not a fan of handles disappearing. Thankfully, I trust you and know I shouldn’t be too worried. Yet, I’m curious as to why my dear door is missing a handle. Care to explain, Derek?”

“Not used to the way my body feels,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s like years worth of roids just hit my system, without the negative side effects, obviously, but... I’m compensating wrong. You should see what happened to my refrigerator door a few nights ago.” He tried to normalize it, but the effects of what he’d done still bore down hard on him. He wasn’t adverse to killing, necessarily, but it was still another death on bloody hands that would never get washed away. “Anyway, I didn’t want to leave you hanging. Might as well try and put those hours of work experience as a handyman to use.” 

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littlegilberts:

“Hey, maybe I am,” he said. “Wanna try me?” Jeremy was glad he could still joke about life when it had been so crappy lately. The thought of actually going into the backyard and putting up a tent was probably laughable, but it was all he had right now. “I’ve got hidden candy stashes everywhere. I’ll show you sometime if you want to soothe your sweet tooth.”

Derek laughed before putting a hand over his mouth. “I can’t let you see it,” he said, shaking his head. “Any sweet tooth sightings ruin my terrifying and threatening demeanor. The secret needs to be kept safe.” Ignoring the fact that his basket was actually filled with mostly meat. He hadn’t indulged in sweetness for a while, or in much of anything good. It wasn’t like he deserved it. “You should probably get home. Not exactly safe at night lately.” 

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gonegirlelena:

Elena tapped her fingers against her knees and bit the inside of her cheek, “Not me, exactly.” Sighing, she brushed her hair out of her eyes with her good arm, “I was training in the woods last night and I ended up helping a friend with a hunter problem.” She fiddled with the blanket covering her legs, “It was my own fault for not shooting them first.”

Hunters. It seemed to always come back to them. “Maybe you should move your training to somewhere less dangerous,” he said, only half joking. First her ankle, now a gunshot. “They’re getting cocky.” It wasn’t a good sign. Derek had hoped they’d just go away and he wouldn’t have to deal with them, especially that head of blonde curls he’d seen turning corners in the city lately... “And they shouldn’t be shooting kids, especially not human kids. Where’s that famous Argent code or whatever?” It was a bitter statement. He knew better than anyone that the hunters didn’t follow their code whenever it didn’t suit them. It was what had gotten his family killed. 

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clearxsensing:

Her eyebrows raised in surprise that he was planning to tell.  It was admirable.  She nodded at his acknowledgement of her offer with an added, “Of course.”  

He definitely was something.  No amount of working out lets you rip a handle off a door like that.  “Mmm, I guess it must have been loose already,” she told him, hinting at a more believable excuse.  “If you are going to share this with the people inside, I suggest a better excuse than I became the Hulk by working out more,” she told him, an amused smile twitching at her lips.

“Must’ve been,” he agreed. He was going to share, but since Marcella knew what he was, he wouldn’t need to give her an excuse. “No -- definitely not superhero material. Maybe it was an adrenaline rush, like moms pushing cars off their kids, only I just... really wanted to be inside?” This time his tone was more self deprecating, like he definitely didn’t believe himself either but was trying to think of anything that would make the situation less weird. He wasn’t too bad at lying. The trick was to make yourself believe it. “I’m sorry to obstruct the doorway, uh.” 

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lovelylittlelahey:

Isaac shook his head carefully from side to side at the man’s question, his eyes decidedly avoiding Derek’s. He momentarily felt the urge to spill everything to the stranger, just so someone would know. But then he wasn’t sure where he would even start. He could start with the fact that his father regularly liked to beat the crap out of him. There was always the fact that his father had taken to locking him into one of the empty morgue drawers overnight. Or there was the fact he was always sure that he smelt like disinfectant, death and formaldehyde no matter how much he showered. “I guess I just survive, y’know.” he finally said before swallowing dryly.

“I know,” Derek agreed, because he did. Surviving instead of living was something he’d grown accustomed to. “All I’m saying is you look like you’ve got a bite, somewhere in there.” He wasn’t sure why the kid wasn’t using it, but there was something there, an itch in the back of his mind telling him to push. He might’ve gone longer, but the proximity to his family’s graves was beginning to wear on him. He turned and headed towards the camaro, shaking his head. Whatever the kid was into might be more trouble than it was worth, but maybe it might pan out. If he ever saw him again, anyway.