#Derek fucking Shepherd but he’s not a favorite of mine I just like his hair

[melhekhelmurkun]

I stg the internet has completely fucked me for men with long hair. It always looks so good. Way better than short hair that’s for sure

#seriously #I mean #there’s the entirety of LOTR and then there’s also Anakin Skywalker and Kylo Ren and Will Turner etc #I look at a man and I think ‘he’d look better with long hair’ and that’s it #Orlando Bloom and his nice hair 👀 sir that’s fluffy and v handsome #looking at you Luke Evans in Three Musketeers I watched that trailer 3 times just to see you as Aramis #I’ve just realized I’ve named two people who look almost exactly alike #maybe I do have a type #I’m very good with faces and even I couldn’t tell Bard and Legolas apart the first ten or so times I watched Hobbit #I kept wondering what the point of having the same actor play two characters was #anyways Adam Driver never cut your hair pls it’s beautiful #I think all of my favorite characters for any movie series and tv show are the guys with long hair wait a minute #Bucky Barnes… Kylo Ren… Anakin… Eomer… Feren… Harry Potter in the 4th movie and also Sirius always… #Derek fucking Shepherd but he’s not a favorite of mine I just like his hair #uhhh #ohh that one picture of Richard Armitage I posted once that was wow #Henry Cavill is not a character nor is Richard Armitage but I’m mentioning them both anyways #I can’t think of any more but I’m sure they’re there

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 38

Okay, fresh from @parisconstantine, here is the next installment.  Head’s up to @baelpenrose, @books-and-cartoons, and @stuffy-lana, I managed to mention all of your amazing characters here.  This is by no means the last chapter for them, but the most basic possible introduction.

As far as everyone’s favorite side characters from the previous contest ( @thatkidfrompinterest and Zach, @werewolf2578 and Maverick and Grey), they are by no means going to go away!  I love those folks!

Thank you everyone, as always for reading this far.  Minor mention of someone kicking a pet, but the pet won in the end ;)

Much to my sister’s patient frustration, the search for my new assistant was slow-going.  As I eased back into my role as Councillor, some of the additional work was taken off her shoulders simply by virtue of Simon and I working together. She still had a long list of applicants to consider, and an even longer list of people who may be qualified but were currently assigned to other areas.  Logistics on the Ark were a curious thing, and the longer I worked with Tyche and Simon, the more I was amazed by her ability to keep everything straight.

For starters, there were several positions on the ship which were by appointment or election.  The Council itself was appointed, but when we reached the as-yet-unnamed colony, the positions would start rotating out on an elected basis, one per year. Administrators were appointed by a unanimous decision of the Council, from a list of applicants approved by the Councillor they would be assisting most directly. Some, like Tyche, served no member directly, and were therefore voted on by a group of candidates put forth by each of the Council.  Then there were department heads, educators, researchers….

It was a headache, to say the least.

Part of the reason I never wanted to be on the Council in the first place was a healthy distaste for bureaucracy, and it had never been more evident than now.  My request to have Xiomara pre-approve any applicant before I even saw their record caused quite a stir, which I didn’t even consider as a possibility. My life was on the line!  It seemed obvious that I would want the person in charge of ship safety to narrow down the list.  But no… Eino, Pranav, and Huynh all thought this was considered ‘undue influence’.  Simon agreed with me and Xiomara, but his vote and mine were considered one, representing the seat we shared. Grey abstained from opinion for over a month until they were able to list the pros and cons logically, eventually proposing that it would be a good practice for anyone appointed to the Council or as Administrator, with the caveat that Xiomara’s background check would replace her vote, since she obviously approved of any candidates she passed on.

All that before we could even start reviewing candidates.  I thought Tyche was going to eat the other Councillors before anything was decided.

Fortunately, she was ready to go when the approval finally came in, with nearly fifty applicants who fit the criteria I had given her as a starting point. One by one, Xiomara reviewed them officially, then handed them off to Derek for the deeper digging.  She wasn’t even terribly sneaky about it – she marched in my office, flicked each file to his datapad, and watched him tear them to digital shreds with a delight that nearly made my skin crawl.

<This guy kicked Lyric,> Derek signed, flicking the file to me and my sister. <That’s a no go.>

“Who is Lyric?” I asked faintly as I reviewed the file. Safety checks came back okay, no unusual psychological issues dating back to Before, no criminal history in the before other than a couple drunk and disorderlies.  Looked clean enough.  Background as an accountant, worked a barrista in school.

“Grandma Kim’s dog,” my sister clarified.

“Who is Grandma Kim? Kim what?”

“Just ‘Grandma Kim’,” was the shrugged reply. “Only name she ever gave anyone. She works with Antoine in Social Services. Tough as nails, sweet as tea.  No clue how old she is, but she reeks of combat training.  Lyric is her German Shepherd, acts somewhere between service dog and K-9 unit.  They get assigned to people who suffer from acute fear of being attacked – severe domestic violence victims, you get the idea.  She pulls a really good ‘doting grandma’ act, until she suddenly has someone backed against a wall with a sharp object in soft tissue.”

I whistled, impressed. “Any chance she applied?” A grandmotherly ninja sounded like a good bodyguard right about now, if I didn’t think Conor would be seventeen flavors of butt-hurt about being replaced.

My sister and Derek simultaneously answered “I wish” and <you wish>. No luck on my side. Damn.

“Okay, dog-kicker is out of the list, if he managed to survive kicking said dog?” I arched my eyebrow at Derek, specifically.

<Most of him. Lyric kept a few toes and a chunk of calf from what I read in the file.>

“I really hope Miys didn’t regenerate any of that,” I grumbled before glancing at the ceiling. “And don’t answer that.  I don’t want to be disappointed in a good dog or disappointed in myself.”

Tyche cleared her throat. “About Grandma Kim…” She looked at me pointedly.

“You said she didn’t apply for the position.” I was so confused.

“She didn’t.  But, mon soeur, you need a therapy companion – “

“I certainly do not.”

“You certainly do.  I know Conor is looking out for you, and Noah monitors you remotely when you’re alone, but it isn’t enough.  You barely sleep, you only eat if Noah or Conor force you to.  I can’t force you to, because I’m just as bad. I’ve seen the medical reports – “

“That’s an invasion of my privacy!” I nearly shrieked in panic.

“I’m your emergency contact, you idiot!” she shouted. “They are required to tell me these things! Did that never occur to you, you fucking genius!?” She and I both panted, trying to catch our breaths.

“You don’t have to assign me a boyfriend or girlfriend,” I grumbled.

She heaved a sigh and flattened me with a glare. “I’m not trying to get you fucking laid, dumbass. You need someone to take care of you the way you take care of literally everyone else.  Someone to protect you, and dote on you.” I opened my mouth to protest, but she blocked me with an outstretched hand and continued. “I want you to consider having Grandma Kim and Lyric assigned to you.” Staring me down until she was certain I had time to think it over, she finally moved her hand.

“You’re assigning me a grandmother?” I tilted my head in confusion.

“Duh.” I was reasonably certain her eyes were going to roll out of her head. “You wanna get laid, do it on your own time. But a sweet old lady who conjures her weight in gummy bears everywhere she goes, complete with big guard dog and impressively sharp knives?  Even I would sleep better knowing she was watching over you.”

“Conor would be hurt,” I tried complaining, only half-heartedly. “And Mac hates dogs.”

Derek clapped to get our attention. <Mac loves Lyric. They take naps together.>

God damn it, even the cat was against me.

“Plus, she cooks,” Tyche wheedled. “You could trade recipes. Conor would be so over the moon at fresh cooked food, I think he would be okay with being backup to a little old lady.”

“Little old ninja, from the sounds of it,” I grumbled. “Can I at least think it over?”

“All I ask,” Tyche grinned in victory, nonetheless.

<This one is racist.> Derek moved the conversation on.  Out of the forty approved by Xiomara, Derek only left seventeen in the end. A racist, two drunks, one who didn’t believe in mental disabilities, a handful of flat out assholes (“That’s not illegal,” Xiomara argued.  “It doesn’t mean it’s excusable,” I pointed out. After all, Derek had a high threshold of intolerable asshole).

Of the seventeen finalists, two files really stood out. The first just baffled me. “This guy is entirely too pretty,” I muttered. “And he put down that he was a bartender… why is he applying for this job? What’s his current assignment?”

Tyche hmmm’d for a second before responding. “Sebastian Reed, twenty-six, owned the bar, actually. Currently assigned to Social Services, helping grieving families and those who grew up in households with drug-addicts. Was engaged, pregnant fiancée drowned Before.”

“Wait. He’s currently twenty-six? That means he would have been sixteen when the world went to shit,” I pointed out, trying to make sense of it in my head.

Xiomara held up a hand to interject. “He stated he was twenty-five when he came on board. He looks about right for that age. You know the rules – whatever name and age you gave when you came on board are the name and age we go by.  Official documents may disagree with that, but everyone is entitled to their privacy. So, no snooping on that, if he wants to tell you anything to the contrary, that’s fine.  But I’ll tell you now – there is no official record of his birth, but the bar was left to him when he was eight years old, by an uncle that passed away.  It was remarkable enough that I was at least able to find record of that. The rest could be completely accurate from there.”

“Okay, fair. We’ll respect that.  My real question is this: if he owned a bar and knows how to bartend, why don’t we have a bar on this ship!?” I demanded. “Don’t get me wrong, I think he could completely do the job – bartenders deal with entirely too much shit, with a smile on their face usually, can say ‘no’ to literally anyone, and if he owned the bar I completely believe that he could manage meetings and scheduling.  But it would be a complete waste.  I cannot, in good conscience, take the chance that the Council would appoint him to be my administrator when we really need him to open a pub on this ship.” I dragged a hand through my hair, finally at the point where I could avoid tangles.  Luckily, my hair really didn’t tangle that much, so once I suffered through my sister getting them out, it pretty much stayed that way. “I’ll send him the request myself, once we find a space for him to open it in.”

I pulled up the second applicant that caught my attention and flicked it to my sister’s screen. “Is this a joke?” I asked. When she shook her head with a smirk, I groaned. “You cannot be serious.  This guy doesn’t even like me.”

“You literally put that down as a substantial portion of the criteria. He’s stubborn to a fault, but willing to listen and compromise.  Not just a willingness but a hunger to learn.  Looks at both sides of every conflict and comes to his own conclusions, usually in the middle, but remarkably liberal when he does take a side. Meticulously organized, knows who the authority figures are and wasn’t afraid to beard the dragon in its den, figuratively.  Most of all, he is neither a victim blamer nor a person who will only see what happened to you.  He literally, on the first time meeting you, saw a Councillor, ‘someone with sense’ as he said, and demanded your say as a Councillor.  Sure, he has no tact whatsoever, but that means he will say ‘no’ when it needs to be said, and damned the hurt feelings. It also means he is willing to disagree with you when you are wrong.”

“He actually included his encounter with you in the application,” Xiomara pointed out, highlighting the part in question. “Did you really threaten to burn the materials he was requesting?”

“They aren’t materials, they are books, and yes, I did.”

“He believed you would do it.”

“Oh, I meant it,” I chuckled. “With every fiber of my being, I meant it. While I understand his eagerness to get them, his timing was deplorable.”

“Are you really going to hand-deliver them to him?” Tyche asked, skeptical.

“I may not need to,” I murmured.  “Application by Alistair Worthington approved by me. If he passes the vote of the other four, I’ll hand them to him when I give him the job.”

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#writing #science fiction #humans are weird #aliens #humans are space orcs #apocalypse #scifi #the miys

[dahliawolfe]

Luna

Pairings: Derek Hale/Andi Balik (OFC), Stiles/Lydia 

“Stiles! Hey, Stiles!”

Stiles stops in his tracks. He knows that voice. But surely, it’s not…

“Andi?” he asks, turning around. He hasn’t seen his cousin in nearly ten years, but there’s no mistaking those dimples.

She hugs him tightly. “How have you been, Little Cousin?” she teases, ruffling is hair. Andi is four years older than him, and she never lets him forget it. Stiles rolls his eyes.

“I’ve been ok. What are you doing here?” Andi shrugs.

“It’s fall break at school, and I had nothing better to do, so I thought I’d come by and pay a visit to my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin.” Andi’s mom was Stiles’ late mom’s only sister. Andi chuckles.

“Plus, I’m looking for a place to settle down. I’m going to be finishing up my journalism degree soon, and I’ve been thinking about getting out of Denver. It just doesn’t feel like home since…” Stiles knows what she means. Since her mom died. Stiles hadn’t been able to attend the funeral, but his heart had broken for her nonetheless.

“Guys, this is my cousin, Andi. Andi, these are the guys,” Stiles announces later that night as the group gets together. They’re a small pack. They’ve lost too many pack mates. But they were stronger than ever. Scott, Lydia, Peter, Malia, Ethan, Stiles, and Derek. They’d all drifted apart for a while, but they eventually made it back to each other. And back to Beacon Hills.

“Hi, guys. Nice to meet you,” Andi says, giving a lame wave.

“Wait, this is THE Andi?” Scott asks, studying the girl.

“Yes, Scott.”

“There’s no way this beautiful creature is related to you,” Peter purrs, stepping forward. “Peter Hale. Lovely to meet you.” He takes Andi’s hand and kissing the back of it.

“Ummmm…Thanks.” Andi subtly wipes her hands on her jeans.

“I’m Lydia, Stiles’ girlfriend. I must say, I love those boots. We definitely need to go shopping while you’re here.” Andi beams.

“Thanks! I got them at this overstock place in San Diego, actually.” Lydia gasps.

“I’m Ethan.” Andi nods at the quiet guy.

“Nice to meet you, Ethan.”

“I’m Malia. You look nothing like Stiles.” Andi snorts.

“I obviously got all the good genes before this one was born,” she teases, nodding at Stiles.

Derek, as usual, is silent.

“You must be Derek, then. Hi, Andi Balik. Nice to meet you,” she sticks her hand out, and Derek shakes it, giving her a nod and a small smile.

“Nice to meet you. Yeah, I’m Derek. Derek Hale.”

Stiles can’t help but notice that Derek doesn’t take his eyes off of Andi as she settles in between Scott and Lydia. The broody man almost seems enamored with Stiles’ cousin. And Stiles thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can work with that.

“Stiles, why couldn’t we just order in, instead of coming out in this storm just to get tacos?” Lydia complains as they pull into the parking lot of Stiles’ favorite Mexican restaurant.

“Because, you can’t get quality like this with take out,” he replies with a snort, like the answer should be obvious. He helps Andi crawl out of the back seat, and they all begin the trek to the front door of the restaurant. The wind is howling, and lightning is flashing in the sky. It had been raining buckets not five minutes ago.

“I better get some quality salsa and chips for you dragging my ass all the way to the middle of nowhere for…” Andi begins, but she’s cut off by a ear piercing scream. At once, all of the wolves are on alert, and Stiles is creeping closer to the Jeep for his bat.

“What the hell?” Andi hisses.

“Stiles, get Andi and Lydia inside. Scott, Ethan, with me. Peter, Malia, take the back,” Derek instructs.

“Wait! What?! You’re going to investigate?! And you want me to stay with Stiles?! No, I don’t think so!” Andi protests, drawing a long knife out of her boot. Everyone looks at her in confusion and mild concern. She shrugs. “What? I live in the city. I have to protect myself.”

“You’re not coming,” Derek replies, matter-of-factly, turning on his heels and leading the others away. Stiles tries to shepherd Andi into the safety of the building, but she breaks away from him and continues on after Peter and Malia.

“Shit,” Stiles whispers, looking at Lydia, who is giving him a smirk.

“Well, I like her,” the strawberry blonde replies, strutting inside, waiting for Stiles to follow.

Once they’re around the corner, all the wolves drop fangs and claws, preparing to fight whatever is waiting in the woods. The smell of blood is nearly enough to gag them. Something else is tinging the air too. Magic.

“Dammit, I thought we were done with all this,” Scott growls.

“Me too,” Ethan adds. Derek has laser focus. He had moved home because he was tired of running, but maybe he should have stayed away. Maybe settling down wasn’t worth being attacked every week.

Andi smells the blood long before she sees the body. Nonetheless, there it is. Suspended in a tree from wires, like some horrible marionette.

“Holy shit,” she gasps, forcing everyone to turn to face her. She catches a glimpse of their glowing eyes, fangs, claws, and excess fur and stops dead.

“What the fuck?!” she hisses. Because, well, what the fuck?

Derek lets out a low warning growl. “I told you to stay,” he grinds out, stalking towards her.

“Well…I didn’t listen?” Andi replies hesitantly. Derek’s eyes flare red as he steps closer. Unbeknownst to her, Andi’s flash silver in return. Derek draws up short, and shock echoes through the pack.

“Peter, take her back. Stay with her,” Derek orders, turning away.

“Wait, no! I want to know what’s going on!” Derek growls again and turns toward her.

“You will go with Peter. Now!” It’s evident that Andi is straining against every fiber of her being to resist the order. Which is strange. She’s human. Right?

…

“Derek, what the hell?!” Scott demands once Peter and Andi are out of earshot.

“Those eyes, that means…She’s a luna,” Malia states, testing out the theory.

“But she’s human,” Ethan points out. “Right?”

“Yes,” Derek sighs. “She’s human. Yes, she’s a luna. It’s rare. But it happens.”

“It does?” Scott asks, genuinely puzzled.

“Yes. In ancient times, it was much more common. Usually, lunas were the born mates of alphas. That wasn’t always the cases, but there hasn’t been a known human luna in at least 200 years.”

“Dude, how do you know all of this stuff? That’s Stiles’ and Lydia’s thing.”

“My mother used to tell me stories of the brave human lunas that led their packs to victory against other oppressive packs.” The younger pack members look at each other silently for a few moments.

“Back to the problem at hand. The mage is gone. For now. But he’ll be back. Ethan, Malia, track him as far as you can and report back. Scott, call the sheriff. I need to speak to Peter.” With that, the alpha stalks off.

…

“Does John know?!” Andi berates. Stiles stands against the Jeep, his eyes wide at his cousin’s anger.

“Uhhh…Yeah, he…”

“Werewolves, Stiles?!” Andi hisses, instinctively lowering her voice.

“I mean…Yeah, but…”

“Stiles! You…I…Ugh!” she growls, throwing her hands up in agitation. Peter and Lydia are standing to the side, watching the cousins in amusement.

Derek approaches the scene and frowns at Peter, motioning for him to come over. Peter returns the nod and pushes off of his sleek black Audi, stepping toward his nephew.

“She’s…” Derek begins once his uncle reaches him.

“A luna. Yes. Your luna, specifically,” Peter replies with a smirk.

Derek raises an eyebrow, glancing at Andi across the parking lot. She has Stiles against the Jeep, a finger jabbed into his chest.

“But how?” the younger Hale questions.

Peter shrugs. “It happens. Look, lunas are rare. If another pack finds out about her, they could take her. A pack is stronger with a luna. And there are ways to force her into fitting into their pack.” Derek frowns.

“I’m not letting that happen.”

“Well, then I suggest you talk to her. Preferably before she kills poor Stiles.”

Andi looks around the diner. It’s nearly one a.m. and the place is pretty much empty. Except for a few truckers, two tired looking waitresses, and her and Derek. He’s agreed to tell her what was going on, and it was a conversation that she felt like she deserved.

“Andi,” Derek begins, hesitating. He’s not exactly good at sharing his feelings. “I…I assume you know what we are?”

“Yeah. I…I figured it out.”

“Ok, good. Well, there’s something you should know…about you.”

“Me? What are you talking about?”

“There’s a term in umm…or community. Luna. It means, basically a female leader of a pack. Specifically, in your case, a human leader.”

“Wait. Back up. Stiles said you were the alpha. So, that means you’re the leader, right? So, how can I be the leader? And how do you know that I am, anyway? Can you smell it?” She gasps suddenly. “Do I smell weird?”

Derek chuckles. “No, you don’t smell weird. Your eyes. They flashed silver when mine flashed red. Your luna was telling my alpha that she was there. I am the alpha, but well…there’s…”

“Derek, just say it, man. What could be crazier than the night I’ve had already?”

“The luna is the alpha’s mate. Since your eyes responded to mine, that means you’re my born mate.”

“Mate? Like life partner.”

“Yeah, except more…permanent.” Andi takes a deep breath.

“I…uhhh…I see. Well, that’s…interesting.” Derek lets silence settle between them for a few moments before speaking again.

“It…It doesn’t have to be that big of a deal. You’re not going to be forced into anything you don’t want to do. You still have free will.” Andi rubs her temples, leaning back in the pleather booth.

“Can…Can you take me to my hotel? I think I need to sleep on this. I’m not like…rejecting you, or whatever, but I…I just need a little time. Is that ok? Can we maybe meet up for coffee tomorrow or something?”

“Yeah. Sure. Of course. That’s not a problem.” Derek pays for their coffee and leads Andi out to his car.

…

The next morning, Derek walks into the lobby of Andi’s hotel. They had agreed to meet at 9 a.m., and it’s 8:30, so he knows he’s early, but Derek believes in being early. He intends to just lounge in the lobby and wait, but he catches sight of Andi in the hotel gym right off of the lobby, so he decides to go say hello. What he sees when he steps through the frosted glass doors stops him dead in his tracks. Fresh, pink, raised scars stand out against Andi’s pale skin. It’s evident that deep gouges have been made in her flesh, and it angers Derek more than he can describe.

“Andi,” he greets hoarsely. The young woman snaps around, clearly surprised by his presence. Sweat is coating her skin, and her dark hair is stuck in curls to her forehead. Her knuckles are wrapped, and she’s been going one-on-one with the punching bag in the corner of the gym.

“Derek, hey,” she replies, walking over to him.

“What happened?” he motions to her back and sides. Andi frowns.

“The truth is, I was attacked about a year ago. I almost died. That’s why I carry the knife. That’s why I left Denver. There’s nothing there for me anymore. I had to get away. The nightmares, and the paranoia…it was too much. Please, don’t tell Stiles. He worries too much as is.” Derek steps forward, running a gentle fingertip down her side.

“Did they…did they get the guy that did it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I quit taking the detective’s calls. It was too much to handle by myself. I didn’t want to know. Ya know? I didn’t want to be told that he was still out there. I would have been terrified more than I already was.” Derek nods. He understands what it’s like to have to look over your shoulder constantly. And more than anyone else, he understands what it’s like to be alone.

“I…You…Are you going to stay here. In Beacon Hills, I mean?” Andi shrugs.

“Maybe. I do have family here. The only family I have left. But I don’t know. I’m a little lost right now. I’m trying to figure out where I’m supposed to be.” Derek steps closer, until he’s only a breath away.

“You have us. The pack. We can be your family. We can protect you. We can care for you. You belong here. You’re our luna, and you’ll always have a place here.” After looking down into Andi’s eyes, Derek leans closer and seals his lips over hers. It’s a slow, gentle kiss, but Andi leans into it. It feels good. It feels right, and Derek doesn’t push her further. He simply gives her one last peck on the lips before cupping the back of her head and placing a feather light kiss on her forehead.

…

“Alright guys, fill us in,” Derek demands as he leads Andi into the pack house later that morning.

“We lost the scent at the edge of town,” Ethan informs, nodding at Andi and accepting one of the doughnuts that she brought to the pack.

“Ohhhh, nice, Luna. Thanks,” Scott says, scooping up a glazed and a powdered doughnut and immediately cramming them in his mouth.

“Any word on who the victim was, Stiles?” Andi asks, propping herself against the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, Dad says he was one of the guys from the commune on the edge of the forest.”

“Excuse me? Commune? You mean cult? Beacon Hills has a cult?” Andi places her half eaten doughnut on the counter and crosses her arms over her chest.

“They’re not a cult,” Stiles protests. Andi glares at him.

“Uh huh. Neither was Jonestown.”

“Andi’s right. It’s suspicious. Scott, you and Malia go and check it out. Malia, keep a lookout for the scent you caught last night. Andi and I are going to the morgue.”

…

“What are these symbols?” Andi questions as she studies the body of the previous night’s victim.

“They look like some sort of rune. Magic stuff,” Derek replies. He doesn’t step any closer to the body because the smell is already too much to handle for him and his sensitive nose.

“Is there anyone who can read these?”

“Funny you should ask. Cuz here I am,” Lydia states, coming into the room. She walks over to the body, covering her nose as she leans down to inspect the symbols. “Definitely magical symbols. I’ve seen this before. I think these are Druidic runes. Deaton could tell you more. But some of these symbols mean ‘to rise’ or ‘ascend’. Maybe someone was looking for a power boost?”

“So, here’s a theory,” Andi begins, standing upright and walking away from the body, tossing her latex gloves in the trash. “What if the mage is part of the commune and was friends with this guy? This poor dude has some healed runes on his lower back that definitely didn’t come from last night. Maybe the mage used his friend here to gain more power, and then as a final boost, killed him in a ceremony of some sort?” Derek nods.

“It’s not the craziest theory that I’ve heard. Lydia, get with Deaton and see if we can’t come up with a binding spell to eliminate his powers so we can take him down.”

“Got it, Boss.”

…

Andi and Derek are exiting the morgue when the alpha’s phone rings. “Hello,” he greets, wrangling his keys out of his pocket. “That’s great, Scott. Hold on to him until we get to you. Lydia is working on a binding spell. We’ll take him out tonight.” With that, he hangs up and looks at Andi. “They found the mage on the commune. Scott and Malia are going to sit on him until we can take him down.”

“Well, let’s get to it, then. He’s not going to wait around forever.”

…

“Andi, Lydia, fall back. Lydia, you work on chanting the spell, Andi, you guard her. When we get him secured, we’ll give him the potion that Deaton sent to strip his powers completely. Then we’ll turn him over to the sheriff,” Derek directs.

“If he survives the spell and potion,” Lydia points out. It was risky. The potion was potent and could very well kill the mage, who turned out to be a lonely middle-aged man. Derek nods.

“Right. If he survives. Andi, you ok with this?” Andi pulls the blade from her boot again.

“I think I’ll be fine, Der.”

…

“By the way this wind is picking up, I’d say they found him,” Andi says to Lydia, who is chanting something in Latin. The wind is blowing fiercely, and the air has become choked with something that Andi has never experienced before. Just then, something whizzes by her head, and it takes her a few seconds to realize that it’s someONE not someTHING. Ethan crashes into the tree at her right.

“Shit,” she hisses, pushing Lydia behind her. Andi stands guard in front of Ethan and Lydia, crouched with her knife at the ready. “Lyds, if you could hurry up, that would be appreciated, Sweetie.”

She can hear Ethan moaning behind her. “How ya doing, Ethan?”

“I’m ok, Luna. I need to go back and…”

“Absolutely not. You will stay behind me.” This time, she feels it as her eyes flash silver.

As sudden as the wind had started up, it dies down. And Andi can breathe again. Lydia is through chanting, and is now smirking at her. Andi smiles. “Good job,” she compliments just as the rest of the pack enters the clearing dragging the mage.

…

“And you just found him? And he confessed to you?” John asks later that night as Andi drops the unconscious mage at the station.

“Yup. That’s the long and short of it.”

“Uh huh. Right. You’ve been spending too much time with Stiles.” With that, the sheriff shakes his head, and walks away, motioning for a deputy to take the suspect to the cells.

…

“That was a pretty damn good night,” Andi sighs, plopping down on the couch by Derek.

“That it was. You were great, by the way. Lydia told me how you took control out there.”

Andi shrugs. “I just did what felt right.” Derek gives her a smile.

“You’re a natural.” They stare at each other for a few moments, smile on both their faces, before Andi gets brave enough to lean in for a kiss. This time, she deepens it, and Derek happily complies. He lifts her to straddle his lap and slides his hands under the hem of her shirt, resting them on her hips.

“Can we…” she asks, pulling away breathlessly.

“Of course, Baby.” Derek hoists her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his hips as he carries her to his room. She nibbles on his neck all the way, causing him to let out deep, low growls. By the time he gently lowers her to the bed, his cock is rock hard against the front of his jeans.

Andi quickly unbuttons her pants, sliding them off of her hips and reaching for her shirt as she watches the muscles in Derek’s bare chest flex as he removes his own clothes.

Derek nudges her thighs upwards with his shoulders, kissing up her legs and bumping his nose against her covered heat. He crooks one finger in the cotton of her panties, pulling them to the side enough for him to snake his tongue into her. Andi hisses, fisting his hair in one hand, the bedsheets in the other.

Andi will proudly admit that she has never loved stubble more because Derek is driving her mad. When he pulls away to grab a condom and position himself at her entrance, she grabs at his shoulders, needing him closer.

“I’m right here, Darling,” he soothes, kissing her knuckles as he slides into her, bottoming out in one smooth motion.

“Derek,” she moans, raising her hips in time with his thrusts. Derek scoops her up so her chest is against his, but his pace doesn’t change. Andi sucks quickly fading marks into his skin and cups the back of his neck, looking up at him. She knows she’s close, and she can only hope that it feels as good for him as it does for her. He snakes a hand between them, flicking her clit gently, drawing her closer to coming undone. Her back bows. She’s so close.

Derek’s eyes flash red. Hers flash silver in return. And their glowing eyes lock for a few seconds before she springs apart, howling his name, her head thrown back, body taut. Derek steadies her through her orgasm, thrusting slowly and steadily. He gentles her with soft kisses to her temple as he chases his own release. Finally, he stills in her, smiling down at her. He lays her gently on the bed, tossing the condom away before laying beside her and pulling her close.

…

“So, I’m gonna be staying for a while. That is, if you’ll have me?” Andi says a few days later when the pack gets together. A chorus of positive affirmations fill the air, and the luna smiles. It looks like she’s found exactly where she belongs.

THE END!

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