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Being Derek Hale’s younger sister would include...

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Being Derek’s little sister would include...

Not being too close to Derek when you were younger

Because your characters were quite similar

Arguing constantly

Talia having to step in before things went too far

Becoming best friends when reaching adolescence

Going to him for advice

Him being protective over you when you got to the date scene

Supporting him on basketball games

Hooking him up with Paige

Comforting him after her death

Taking an instant dislike to Peter, not that you never really did like him

Surviving the fire, and sticking with him

Being a member of his pack, and helping him train his Betas

Flirting with Isaac

Derek not being okay with it

Giving Isaac a hard time

Hale eye roll ™

Tracing each other’s spiral tattoos

Being comfortable with physical affection only with him

Sibling cuddling while watching movies during thunderstorm nights

Working out together, basically competing each other

Becoming an ally of the McCall pack, and eventually joining it

Derek growling at anyone during the pack meetings if they try to flirt with you

Except Stiles, because he knows you have a soft spot for him

Secretly loving when you give Allison death glares, because he knows you hate the Argents twice as he does

Occasionally stealing his car keys

Throwing parties at the loft when he’s out of town

You being the only one able to put him in his place

Evolving at the same time period

Having a very special connection in general, always standing by each other’s side

Protected – Derek Hale x Young! Beta! Reader

Summary: You’re Derek Hale’s 15-year-old Beta. Derek saves you before Gerald Argent kills you.

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Pairing: Derek Hale x Young!Beta!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Gerald Argent, furious Derek, swearing, blood, crying

Word count: 802

Song recommendation: Iron - Woodkid

*Flashback*

“Do you have a death wish, Y/N?” Derek crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe, blocking the exit. You raised an eyebrow, sort of glaring at him.

“Do you?” you talked back at him, smiling coldly. Derek’s jaw clenched as he suppressed the urge to give you a piece of his mind. You had been giving him attitude for the past few days, and even if he was fully aware you disliked being told what to do, he was still your Alpha and had obligation to protect you.

“In case you forgot, Argent has already tried to kill you twice,” he acknowledged. “And failed to do so, twice,” you responded bitterly.

Derek sighed. “I’m only trying to keep you safe, Y/N/N. Please, just listen to me,” he said. Your gaze softened. “I’ll be fine, Derek,” you muttered, making your way out of the loft.

*End of flashback*

You weren’t exactly sure how you had found yourself running through the woods for dear life. There was, however, something you knew for certain: if you made it out alive, you’d never disregard Derek again. You were getting weaker, however, every second that went by. The possibility of you surviving seemed considerably unrealistic.

You hissed in pain, removing an arrow from your abdomen and hurriedly pressing with your hand against the cut to stem the bleeding, only to realize that you had been poisoned with wolf’s bane- you weren’t healing. You were seriously injured, and teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, yet you refused to give up.  

“I have to admit, Y/N, you gave me quite a hard time,” Gerald Argent commented, examining your bloodied features. You scoffed, “yeah, well. Facilitating your process of killing me wasn’t exactly on my to-do list,” you replied sarcastically, aching with every breath you took.

“You’re something else, aren’t you? For a newly turned Beta, you’re quite skilled. I’m sure you’re Derek’s favorite,” he pointed out, laughing devilishly. “It’s a shame you have to die this way, so young and innocent.”

Realization hit you. You were really going to die, if you didn’t do something drastic. With every bit of power you had left, you roared. Assuming Derek was searching for you, you had given away your position.

“Your life is completely in my hands; quit testing my boundaries, sweetheart,” Gerald warned, aiming a gun between your eyes. “Do you have any last words?” There was a brief moment of silence.

“Look behind you,” you breathed.

Derek emerged from the shadows, fully turned in his werewolf form. He neared Gerald in no time, instantly disarming him. “You didn’t actually believe I’d let you kill my Beta, did you?” he asked. To say his voice was infuriated, was an understatement. “Hunting her down alone was a seriously bad idea, Argent.”

– 

“SON OF A-” you cried, immediately waking up. “Hold her still!” Deaton shouted, pressing a syringe in your carotid, which you supposed contained the antidote for Aconitum. The pain was sending you over the edge, causing you to dig your claws in your Alpha’s skin, who held your hands pinned against the cold metal table.

After a few moments that felt like centuries, the veterinarian removed the needle from your neck. He gently pressed a cotton pad soaked in rubbing alcohol to where he injected you and gave you a sympathetic smile. “You almost died. Welcome back,” he simply said, earning a chuckle from you.

Deaton shot a knowing look at Derek. “I’m sure you two have a lot to discuss.” Derek nodded lightly, and Allan hustled out of the room, leaving you alone with your Alpha.

He wasn’t protective over you only because you were his Beta. He was protective over you because you were his anchor. There was something, in that intractable character of yours, that brought out the best of him. He felt responsible for you, as your Alpha and as your guardian. You were the closest person he had to a family. He needed to know you were safe. The idea of your getting hurt terrified him. 

“Did you kill him?” your croaked voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Derek smiled half-heartedly at you. “No, I didn’t. The Argents don’t deserve this kind of mercy,” he answered. “Right,” you whispered, avoiding eye contact.  

You wrapped your hands around Derek’s neck and rested your head in his chest. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, and he could already feel your tears moistening his shirt as he rubbed your back, trying to calm you down.

“It’s alright,” he said comfortingly. “Just, don’t be so stubborn next time.” 

“I promise,” you breathed. “Can we go home now?” Derek nodded and kissed your forehead, picking you up. The familiar warmth of his body soothed you to sleep, finally feeling protected in his embrace.

Poisoned Donuts

Hey:) can I get a teen wolf one-shot where y/n is immune to kanima venom and the pack start getting suspicious of her? I know it’s older but please and thank you?:3t Announcements: I hope you all enjoy! Warnings: None

Cooking class. At the great Beacon Hills High School, this was the class of inedible food and mysterious fires. Today, the entire class was currently learning how to make homemade donuts. The teacher looked warily at the entire class, just waiting for someone to somehow maim themselves with boiling grease.

Suddenly, you were tapped on the shoulder. Turning around you came face to face with two eager looking boys. One had black, wavy hair and the other had shaggy brown hair. You had some other classes with the two of them. Scott and Styles.

“Hey guys,” you said casually, “What’s up?”

They shared a look with each other that didn’t go unnoticed by you, “Hey, Y/N,” Styles began, “We were just wondering if you would be the, uh, test subject for our stuff? I-I mean our donuts? Scott’s a wimp.”

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Scott, who hit Styles on the arm but quickly regained his cool, “I-yeah, uh, sure.”

You squinted your eyes at the two boys. You went over the pros and cons quickly in your head. Pro: Free donut. Con: Donut being offered by two boys acting like they had something they were hiding.

After a moment of contemplation, you sighed, “Why not?”

They nodded and turned their backs to you. They looked like they were doing something and whispering but you couldn’t see or hear what they were doing. Suddenly they spun around, donut in Scott’s hand. You found it odd how they kept doing things in sync, like they were linked telepathically or something. It looked like the donut had some sort of glaze on it. Scott thrust out his hand, shoving the donut in your direction.

Shrugging, you carefully took the food out of his hand, trying to not get the glaze on your hand. You brought it up to your mouth and took a small bite, expecting the worse. When you didn’t immediately die from tainted donut you looked up at Scott and Stiles. They were looking at you a little wide eyed and with open mouths, like you had just grown a third eye or something.

Furrowing your eyebrows in concern you asked, “What? Did you guys poison this thing or something? Should I be worried?”

Looking like they just got caught with their hands in the cookie jar, they tried to recover, “Oh! Ha! Of course not! Why, uh, why would think that? Ha! Well, thanks, got to fry things, later!”

They went back do actually doing their work and you just shrugged and went back to doing yours. Although, you didn’ t eat the rest of the donut.

—

The pack sat in Derek’s apartment, contemplating what they had just learned. A seemingly normal human was immune to the Kanima venom.

“So, what does this mean?” Scott began.

Derek sighed in frustration, “I don’t know,” he looked around at the group of people around him, “But it can’t mean anything good.”