#DEREK-HALE
NOT MY GIF.
Pairings: Derek x Reader
Status: Hook up
Storyline: Derek got injured while protecting you. You took care of him.
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You close the lights and shut the door. "Hey, did you find something?"
"Nothing. Not a cure, not a recipe, nothing." Lydia said, flipping pages in a book.
"Here, here. I found something!"
"Not so loud, Stiles. Derek is asleep. But what did you find?"
"It says here that there's an herb mix." You nod, telling him to continue. "White Muskroot and Camphor."
You think for a moment. "I heard about camphor, but the white muskroot is unknown."
"Oh no, it's not," Lydia said, reading something off a book. "In fact, we know where to get some."
"What? Where?"
"Do you remember the nemeton? There was a root cellar underneath?" You nod. "Y/N, inside the root cellar, there is a quantity of white muskroot."
"But, the root cellar is destroyed. We can't get in anymore."
"There must be a way in."
"Ah, ha! If the nemeton still has power, the roots are growing inside out."
You look at Stiles, confused. "Oh, my God. Then, there would be roots on the trunk."
"Yes! You're right. Stiles, go get some, and I'll get the camphor in the Hale bunker."
"Okay, let's go!"
You read the rest of the recipe meanwhile. You have to mix the two herbs and then add water. You were putting away the books when you heard a sound.
"Hey, hey. What are you doing up?" You ask, rushing to Derek's side.
"I can't sleep. I heard you found something," he says. "An herb or something?"
"Or something. How are you holding up?" You sit on the chair and take off his bandage. "It's not healing, damn it!"
"It's an alpha mark. It takes time."
"Derek?" You quietly ask after replacing his bandage with a new one.
"Yeah?"
"Why? Why did you jump in front of me? I should be the one all patched up, not you."
"Y/N, I can't imagine you being hurt. I jumped because I needed to protect you. I always felt like you were mine to protect." He said. The words kept ringing back in your head.
Felt... you were mine... to protect.
You were mine... to protect.
Mine... to protect.
Mine...
You don't know what pushed you, but you kiss him. He growls out of pain but deepens the kiss anyway. You were face to face, kissing. He pulls away and then looks at you. His eyes flash yellow before kissing you again.
Derek lifts you on the metal table. You take his clothes off after taking yours off. His hands roam all over your body. You trace your fingers on his tattoo.
"Derek," you moan. He kisses your neck, then your jaw up to your lips once again. "D-Derek," you moan again.
Your two bodies collapsed on the bed, exhausted. "I didn't expect that."
"Me neither, I'm sorry. Where did you get your strength back anyway?"
"I- I don't know. After you kissed me, it triggered something inside." You lift his bandage, but nothing. The mark is gone.
"It's gone-"
The loft's door opened. "Shit." You looked for your shirt, but it wasn't in the room. You take one of Derek's tee shirts and put it on. He was on his feet too.
"Hey guys, guess what?" You say entering the free space. "Oh."
"Oh, it is right." Stiles was holding up your bra and shirt.
"Well, that's awkward. Anyways, we're ready." Lydia shows the white muskroot.
"That won't be necessary anymore," you motion to Derek's chest. Now healed.
"What the? How?"
You couldn't answer because you didn't even know-how. "I don't know, it was gone when I woke up," Derek said.
"Mhm, I'm sure she's not the reason why."
You smile. "Hey Y/N?"
"Yeah, Stiles?"
"Your pants are on the floor," he said with a smirk.
You look down at yourself and realize you are only wearing Derek's tee shirt. "Oups."
