Lilac Lovers || Kira Yukimura

prologue

[pre season 3b]
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        "Derek! Always nice to see you around," Meg Linara called as she pranced into his loft. "But unfortunately, I'm not here to talk to you. Woah, it's empty in here," she commented looking around the oddly undecorated loft. "Well, I know you're not one for interior decorating but you've been here for a while and it's still very plain. This is like the sad before photos that they show on those home renovation shows. And if I were you, I wouldn't want my home to look like a sad before photo, Derek, no one likes those."

Usually, at this point, Derek would either yell at Meg to get out of his home or give her some snarky remark about how she is one of his least favorite teenagers that he had the displeasure of meeting, and Meg would respond with something along the lines of: "At least you like me better than Stiles." Which was true, Derek did like Meg better than Stiles. He put on this front of hating the girl, but the truth is, she's like his annoying little sister.

But Derek still hadn't answered her, which was odd because he had freakishly good hearing, even for a werewolf. "Derek?" she asked uncertainly. "You here? I mean usually, I would appreciate your silence, but right now it's scaring me a little bit-"

Meg felt a harsh tug on her wrist as she was pulled behind one of the pillars of Derek's loft. She looked up to face her attacker, "Derek, what the hell?" she hissed, slapping his hand away from her wrist. She looked down at the discoloration he left on her wrist. "That's gonna leave a fucking bruise you asshole."

"You need to learn to keep your voice down," he retorted. "And, don't insult my home and call it sad."

"You know from what Isaac has told me about that train station, it sounded like a much homey feel!" she said.

Derek sent her another glare, "Keep. Your. Voice. Down," he insisted. "Someone's coming."

"What? Okay. You, my friend, are paranoid," Meg said rolling her eyes.

"One, I'm not your friend," Derek hissed. "Two, I'm the one hear who was the ability to hear really well."

"Always have to flex that fucking hearing of yours don't you?" Meg retorted, crossing her arms. "You know, Cora doesn't do that. Actually speaking of Cora, which is the only reason that I come to your sad excuse of a home, where is she?"

Derek's face fell, "She's not here," he said simply.

"What?" Meg asked. "What do you mean, not here?"

"Meg, we shouldn't talk about this here," Derek said quickly. "Especially when there's someone right outside the door."

"Yeah, nice try. The whole 'pretending someone's right outside the door trick to get out of an awkward conversation' trick isn't gonna work on-"