A/N: So this was SUPPOSED to be done a couple of days ago, but I didn’t like it and I redid it like 7 times lol. Also Derek is based off of season 6 Derek if that makes sense? Anyways, thank you so much for the request and I really do hope you like it!
Derek hissed, stumbling over his own two feet as he trudged up the path to Scott McCall’s front door.
The bullet wound in his chest was leaking yellow smoke, and every movement felt like agony.
“Scott!” He called, throat raspy. “Scott!?”
Derek’s breathing became heavy, the wound hot and throbbing. He could feel the wolfsbane flowing through his veins, like gasoline that had been lit aflame.
His head swam and his vision blurred, his brain a scramble. His mind had been on autopilot since he came to on the cold forest floor. He had woken up covered in blood, with scorching pain enveloping his body and no recollection of what happened. Adrenaline forced him to stumble his way to the closest friend for help, nose catching the closest scent.
Derek’s thoughts drifted to you, eyebrows furrowing in worry. Where are you? Were you with him when he was shot? Are you safe and sound at home? He shivered at the thought of you being hurt, or worse.
He needs to find you, he needs to make sure you’re okay.
Derek turns to leave but looses his footing, losing his balance as he practically falls into Scott’s front door, a loud bang echoing throughout the dark neighborhood as his body collided with the white painted mahogany.
The door opened, Derek slumping inside as Melissa let out a startled shriek. “Derek!?”
She bent over, a gasp leaving her. “Scott! Scott get down here!” She grabbed the lapels of Derek’s jacket, doing her best to drag him inside as footsteps pounded down the stairs.
“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” Scott asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“He’s hurt, help me get him on the couch.” Melissa spoke, grabbing ahold of Derek’s arms.
Scott ran over, grabbing ahold of his legs as the two lifted him onto the couch.
“Derek? Derek can you hear me?” Melissa asked, shaking him gently.
Derek blinked, wincing in pain and grasping his head. “Y/N?”.
“No Derek, it’s Melissa and Scott. Can you hear me? I need you to tell me what’s wrong.”
Derek shook his head, sweat soaking his brow as he frowned. He sniffed the air, searching for any sign of you. His mind was consumed with the thought of you, unaware of his surroundings. “Where’s Y/N? Where’s my wife?”
Scott looked at his mother before turning towards Derek. “Derek, I don’t know.”
Derek tried sitting up, crying out in pain as he moved. “Where am I? I have to…” He trailed off.
“He’s disoriented.” Melissa noted. “Something is definitely wrong.”
“I want to… I want to go home to my wife.” Derek demanded. “I need to go home to my wife.” He tried to get up but Melissa was quick to push him down.
“Derek you’re not going anywhere until we figure out what’s wrong. I don’t think you understand what you’re saying right now. Do you know where you are? Can you understand me?”
Derek let out a growl, trying to push her away to no avail. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, but before he knew it his eyes were closing and he passed out.
“Derek!?” Melissa yelled frantically, fingers finding his pulse point. “He’s got a pulse but it’s slowing.”
“He’s bleeding.” Scott pointed, gesturing to the blood barely visible from behind Derek’s leather jacket.
“Scott, go grab the first aid kit.” Scott ran off as Melissa gently pulled Derek’s jacket off. Without the black leather in the way, she could see the large blood stain spreading through his white t-shirt.
Scott handed her the first aid kit and she was quick to grab a pair of scissors, cutting Derek’s shirt and peeling it away from his skin.
She gasped at the yellow oozing wound. “Please tell me you know why it’s doing that.” She turned towards Scott who nodded his head.
“It’s yellow wolfsbane, we have to burn it out.”
“There’s a small torch in the junk draw.” She pointed and Scott was quick to grab it.
“I’m going to need you to hold him down.” She warned.
Scott nodded, grabbing ahold of Derek’s shoulders. “Ready.” He spoke.
“Here we go.” Melissa turned on the torch, taking a deep breath before holding it above Derek’s wound.
Derek woke with a start, his face morphing as he let out a pained roar that practically shook the house. He knocked Scott away from him, squirming as he tried to get away from the hot flame.
“Hold him!” Melissa yelled. Scott pushed Derek down once more using all of his strength, preventing the older wolf from thrashing as Melissa continued to burn the wolfsbane.
Derek slumped as Melissa finally pulled away, eyes blinking sluggishly as he panted.
He took a minute to get his bearings before letting Scott help him sit up.
“What happened?” Scott asked.
Derek’s mind cleared as the pain faded, his healing abilities kicking in now that his wound was free of poison. Memories flooded him and he took a minute to adjust before he spoke. “Hunters happened.” Derek responded. “I need to find Y/N,” He groaned as he stood. “I need to find her now.”
“Slow down.” Melissa chastised. “You almost died less than two minutes ago, you’re not fit to be going anywhere in the condition you’re in.”
“I need to find her, you don’t understand.”
“Why don’t you explain what happened?” Scott suggested. “I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”
Derek sighed, glancing at the front door before he nodded. “Y/N and I were looking for a rogue omega near the high school when a group of hunters showed up.” He paused, scowling at the ground. “They blinded sided us. I didn’t smell them, I didn’t hear them, nothing. It’s like they came out of nowhere.”
“I didn’t know what was happening until they shot me.” He winced. “I told Y/N to run but she didn’t listen.” Derek paused, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to remember.
“She grabbed onto me and was practically dragging me with her. I remember falling and somebody was screaming and then I blacked out. When I came to I guess I came here.” Derek finished.
“I’ll call the pack. We’ll find her Derek.” Scott assured, putting his hand on Derek’s shoulder for comfort.
“No need to.” A voice spoke, causing the three to look up. You stood at the front door, Malia and Stiles behind you.
“Y/N.” Derek sighed. You were covered in dirt and blood, t-shirt ripped and leaves tangled in your hair.
“You’re okay.” You cried, making your way to him, hands wrapping around his shoulders as you squeezed him.
He squeezed you back just as tight, ignoring the slight pain in his chest as he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. “I was so worried about you.”
“Me? You were the one bleeding out. I left you for two seconds and you were gone. I thought…” You trailed off, breath trembling slightly.
“I’m okay.” He assured. “We’re both okay.”
You nodded, giving him one last squeeze before gently pulling away.
“What happened out there? How’d you get away?” Derek asked, hand going to your cheek as he looked you over once more.
“It wasn’t easy. Those hunters were unlike any we’ve been against before. They were smart, covered their scents and their tracks. Barely made a noise either. It was thanks to them I got out of there alive.” You said, gesturing to Malia and Stiles. “If they hadn’t come to back me up I don’t think I would’ve made it.”
“Where are they now?” Scott asked.
“Down at the station. I called my dad and he brought some back up. Cops came just in time to see those assholes shoot at us. A bunch of adults shooting at high school kids? Yeah, they’re not getting out of jail anytime soon.” Stiles said smugly.
“We had just started to track down Derek when we heard his yell. We came over right away.” Malia added.
“Are you okay?” Melissa asked, eyes falling to the bullet holes in your shirt.
You smiled softly at her worried expression, lifting your shirt up. “All healed. They only had one wolfsbane bullet, which I assume was for the omega. They were stupid to use it on Derek.” You practically growled before taking a calming breath. “Thank you by the way, if you and Scott hadn’t been there to save him I…I don’t know what I’d do.”
“Of course, I’m a nurse it’s my job. Not to mention you’re both like family. It’s the least I could do.” Melissa nodded, squeezing your hand reassuringly.
“Definitely not the first time Scott’s saved my ass from a wolfsbane bullet. Remember?” Derek asked, nudging Scott who let out a laugh at the memory.
Stiles let out a gag. “Oh god, don’t remind me. I still can’t get over that bone saw. I can’t believe you wanted me to cut off your arm.” He shuddered.
“I don’t even want to to know.” Melissa sighed.
“I’d like to know.” Malia spoke, causing the group to laugh.
“Did you end up finding the omega?” Melissa asked once everyone settled.
You and Derek shook your heads. “Didn’t have time to. We’ll start a new search tomorrow. I think it’d be better if we got some rest first, especially you.” You stated, nudging Derek in his side.
“We’ll come with you.” Scott said. “So hopefully next time you won’t show up dying at my door at two in the morning.”
“Yeah, I’d like to avoid that.” Derek nodded.
“Why don’t you all stay here tonight?” Melissa voiced. “It’ll make me feel a lot better.”
“I call Scott’s bed!” Stiles cried, racing up the stairs with a protesting Scott at his heels.
“I want the floor!” Malia yelled, chasing after the two.
Melissa laughed at their antics before turning towards you and Derek. “The couch is a pullout, blankets and extra pillows are in the draw underneath the tv. Eat anything you’d like, I have to go grocery shopping anyways.”
You hugged her gently. “Thank you, Mrs. McCall.”
“Please, call me Melissa. And seriously, anytime.” She smiled, bidding goodnight before she made her way up to her room.
Derek grabbed the blankets and pillows while you pulled out the couch. Scott came back down with a change of clothes for both you and Derek, courtesy of him and his mom.
It wasn’t long before the two of you were settling into bed, Derek’s head on your chest with his arm around your waist and your fingers combing through his hair.
“I meant it you know.” You spoke, voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, Derek.”
He lifted his head, eyes meeting yours. “You will never lose me.” He grabbed your hand, thumb brushing over the two rings that sat on your ring finger. “For better or worse, in sickness and in health. I am with you forever.”
“Is that what I signed up for?” You teased, letting out a soft laugh as Derek rolled his eyes with a grumble.
You smiled softly at him, heart beating loudly in your chest. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He replied, the arm around your waist tightening ever so slightly.
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They told me to be afraid of the dark, and even more afraid of the hands that brought the light. They told me to bow to destruction, to shrivel and hide in the form of greatness. They told me to embrace the world around me so that my breath would twine with a broken earth’s. So that my hands would be forever bloodied with broken promises and lost hope. I smiled softly, bitterly, wrapping the cloth tighter over my lips, letting the light off the match dance against my young fingertips. I guessed they forgot that girls who learned to thrive in ruin would also find comfort in fire.
^ a bit of the sequel from her pov that i’ve only written snippets of :)
Written for @mayyoustay-foreveryoung as part of this event (feel feee to join in!) hope you like it lovely thank you for requesting!❤
Wordcount: 1142
Fluffy Negan x female oc with the following prompts:
“Do you trust me?”
“I read your diary.”
Masterpost
Tagging: @negans-network
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It had been a long and hard day, but yet another victory for Negan and his saviors. Covered in blood and God only knows what else you were more than happy to be back at the outpost.
Negan himself had pitched in and helped to unload the trucks, having come along to ‘supervise’ the whole ordeal. It was just as well really. Walking along the corridor beside him, you couldn’t help but scoff at his pristine condition. It looked as though he hadn’t even lifted a finger. How he had managed to stay clean the entire time was a mystery but when you told him as much and his booming laugh echoed in the corridor, you couldn’t help but smile along.
You slowed to a halt outside your bedroom door, feeling rather content despite the ache in your bones from the day’s events. Negan had stopped too, leaning back, watching you carefully with a soft smile on his face.
If it had been any other time, you wouldn’t have hesitated to invite him inside. Feeling the grime crust on your skin made you reconsider though, you just weren’t in the mood today.
With a small gesture towards the door, your words sound a little more awkward than you’d like. “I’m gonna head in for a shower, get all this crap outta my hair.”
Negan looks at ease as always, playfully waggling his eyebrows. You adore this side of negan. He was so self assured it made you feel safe and brought out the lighter side of life that had long been forgotten. “Mind if I come in?”
You were his home away from home as he so eloquently put it one day. Looking at his face now you wonder if he really did meant it. He had proposed once upon a time ago but it wasn’t what you wanted. Living at the outpost, however, gave you both an opportunity for something a little different from his usual lifestyle. Letting his drawl wash over you, you consider his request. It had been a while since he had last paid a visit and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t missed him. It would be a shame to turn him away now.
The corners of your mouth turn up into a playful grin. “I dunno -You gonna behave?”
Clutching his hand against his chest the man feigned his inner pain. “Shit darlin’. I’m offended. If I didn’t know any fucking better I’d think that you didn’t trust me.”
With a soft giggle, you open the door and motion for him to follow you inside. Running his tongue over his bottom lip Negan smiles and pushes off from the wall.
Wasting no time you grab some clean clothes and a towel, hearing the door click shut softly behind you. The small rap of wood against plasterboard tells you that he had set Lucile down against the wall.
“Do you trust me?”
You turn to Negan, seeing something guarded in his expression, doubtful. Crossing the gap between you both you reach out for his hand and squeeze it tenderly.
“You know I do.”
It used to startle you just how much you did trust him. He was dangerous after all. After everything you had seen him do part of you thought that it might be wrong to have feelings for him. Since then you had come to terms with it. The heart wants what the heart wants. Not to mention that you were a somewhat dangerous person yourself. The rules were different in the new world.
As he leans in to kiss you, you pull back slightly shaking your head. “I really need that shower.”
“How ‘bout I join you?” Negan counters, his voice a quiet hum in your ear. Feeling you knees weaken slightly you strengthen your resolve and head back towards the bathroom with a shake of your head. Making him wait a little while wouldn’t hurt.
“Maybe next time.”
Grumbling, Negan makes his way to your bed and sits himself down, bouncing a little to test out your mattress. As you turn the lock on the door you hear him call out to you. “Y'know I’m gonna go through your fucking room while I wait don’t you? I get bored as shit real easy-like.”
Unfazed by his man-child pouting you shrug from behind the door. “Whatever just stay out of my underwear drawer.”
“Hot damn!”
Feeling much more human after scrubbing your skin clean, you step back into your room. Fully dressed with your wet hair wrapped in a towel on top of your head, you find Negan laid back against your headboard looking rather relaxed.
He sits up at the sight of you, leaning forward with a serious look taking over his features. “Sweetheart I have a confession to make.”
Giving him your full attention you pinch your eyebrows together in confusion. You hated surprises. “What’s that?”
“I read your fucking diary.”
Your eyebrows raise in disbelief as you blink at the man. Seemingly content with your reaction Negan smiles widely and continues to taunt you about it.
“I gotta tell you doll – you oughta keep that thing under lock and key. You’re a dirty girl ain’t ya? I knew you liked me but hot damn! There’s enough material in that thing to fuel my every fantasy for the next ten years.”
Unable to contain yourself you snort with laughter, silently giggling at the man. At his playfully confused expression you decide to call him out on his bluff. “Negan you dingus. I don’t even have a fucking diary.”
His eyes widen, with a grin still playing upon his lips he genuinely looks disappointed. “You don’t?”
Sauntering over to the bed, you gently card your fingers through his hair. Negan closes his eyes contentedly and presses his mouth against your stomach before you answer. “Nope.”
With a frown, Negan leans back to get a good look at you, his hands sliding around the backs of your thighs to hold you in place. “Well shit. How the fuck am I supposed to find out all your juicy secrets then hmm?”
Smiling you duck down to kiss the man, warmth flushing through your body as he pulls you closer to straddle his lap. Your mouth moves against his and you sigh into it giving him leeway to deepen the kiss even more.
As he holds you flush against his chest you wind your arms around his neck. You pull back a little to take a good look at the man under you. Smiling, you rest your forehead against his, relishing how right it all feels.
As Negan runs his tongue over his bottom lip, curling his mouth into a grin, your voice drops to a quiet whisper. “I guess you’ll just have to keep coming back here to figure them out for yourself.
