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Derek x Scott, Alpha + Omega
In case my first few hours on Tumblr haven't made it paaaaainfully obvious, I am a big Teen Wolf fan. In fact, I signed up for Tumblr having been told that if I can't find Scott/Derek stuff anywhere else, I can absolutely find it here. Unfortunately, it seems Scott/Derek is not a very popular pairing. That having been said, I did find some awesome ScottxDerek gifs by allyoxin3, which made me super happy. Surprisingly, as much as I don't ship Derek and Stiles, I'm really enjoying notesfromsterek. The posts are funny, creative and for some reason raise visions of chibi Stiles and Derek being humorously affectionate with one another. I can't help but love that blog and I read every post in 1 sitting, barring the brief lunch that interrupted me. Still, I want ScottxDerek stuff intensely! If anyone could pull Scott's attention away from Allison, it would be Derek. Derek is the alpha, and Scott was turned by Derek's uncle, so in a way, Scott is all that's left of his family. That combined with the tendency for dominant canines to take another male in the pack as a sign of their dominance, well... it really plays into the existing tension between Scott and Derek and makes me ship them and LOVE them so hard. So, if anyone knows any good blogs I can follow for ScottxDerek love, let me know.
Edit: For the record, I refer to Scott as an omega because like Derek says, by refusing to be part of a pack, he's making himself an omega.
My first post about my Derecott fic isn't showing up in its proper tags, so here:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/450950
Rating: Mature, Derek/Scott, Sexual content
Consumed with fear for Scott's life, Derek has confronted Scott and tried once again to convince Scott to see reason. Scott, stubborn as ever, refuses and ends up pinned to the floor of the Hale house, forced by Alpha Derek to finally hear the truth behind why Derek wants him in his pack so badly, which is where the fun begins.
TW Drabble: Without
It feels so hard to believe today is already our first Moonday without a new TW episode. Is it just me, or did this season go by REALLY fast? Anyway, in absence of new episodes, I think I'm gonna have to write new drabbles or something. So here goes!
Pairing: Scott/Derek
A penetrating darkness seemed to flood through the windows of the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. An intensely focused Dr. Deaton worked quickly over the prostrate figure of his normally energetic assistant. His fingers moved deftly under the work lights that did nothing to pierce the oppressive gloom that had settled in when the massive Hale boy had carried in his motionless burden and carefully laid him on an examination table.
"Save him." Derek had said, his eyes locking on to the deep, kind, unknowable eyes of the older man. It had been but two words and nothing more, yet Deaton could not help but recognize myriad undertones. Derek's usual tone of command struggled but failed to mask the underlying urgency, pleading, anger, fear and ... sorrow? Dr. Deaton nearly quirked an eyebrow in curiosity at the latter, but the situation was far too obviously life-threatening. Instead he gathered an odd assortment of surgical instruments, herbs and serums and waved a hand in the direction of a seat, hoping Derek would stop hovering.
"You don't have to stay, you know." Deaton said once he'd gotten all the essential details of Scott's condition, without ever looking away from his work, "There's really nothing you can..."
"I'm not going anywhere...!" Derek practically snarled as he sat heavily on a bench against the wall, earning him an inscrutable glance from the doctor who shook his head briefly and wordlessly went back to what he was doing.
A surge of anger tore through Derek as he lowered his eyes and exhaled noisily. Not only was he being a distraction, he berated himself, but he was being transparent. How was he supposed to control his pack and be a proper alpha if he couldn't even control his emotions? It wasn't like him to let his voice betray him like that, and he was sure Deaton knew it.
Glancing up as the light reflected off the doctor's head, Derek couldn't help but see how utterly motionless Scott was. Flashes of memory flickered across his mind unbidden—smoke and ash... moonlight on the lifeless face of his older sister. His breath caught in his throat and tears burned in his eyes as he fought them back. Scott would make it. He was strong. He'd always been strong, since the day he'd been turned. He'd be alright. He had to be. Derek looked at the ground and closed his eyes. Scott was part of his pack now, like he'd wanted for so long. He was family.
Absently clutching his arm, Derek leaned back against the wall, his brown-black hair dark even against the dark brick behind him. He tried not to look at Scott's face, tried not to think about what he'd do without him. Every time he looked up, nothing had changed. Scott still refused to stir, his breath nearly inaudible. Derek tried to take comfort in the faint but persistent beating of Scott's heart, tried to stay calm and look away, think of something else... but inevitably the worry in him would build until it was unbearable and he'd find himself looking again, searching for some change. It was agonizing, but as long as Deaton kept working, he knew he had a hope to cling to.
"Goddamn Argents!" Derek seethed inwardly, "They won't rest until everyone I've ever loved is dead."
Derek blinked as a realization struggled to dawn on him. Like a swimmer who has dove too deep, desperately trying to reach the surface, lungs burning and mind reeling as the sunlight grows clearer, the knowledge rushed in on Derek. It was the awareness that he had just included Scott among the few people on earth that he had ever loved. For a moment the realization surfaced, drawing breath, gulping air and exhaling gratitude and fear into Derek's subconscious. He loved Scott McCall.
Swallowing hard, Derek shook his head and held his breath. No. That was impossible. All he wanted was to protect him. That was it, right? Pack. Family. He was sure he'd do anything to have that again. Of course he'd want to protect Scott.
Suddenly Derek's gaze snapped upward. Movement... he'd sensed movement other than Deaton's. Scott's eyelashes were fluttering, struggling to open. Scott was blinking. Derek sighed deeply, relief washing over him and pushing his realization aside, back down into the depths of his heart. Scott was okay and that was all that mattered. Now more than ever, he just needed to protect him.