Derek Hale imagines

17

You had never realized how fucked up your life was until your boyfriend was being tortured before your eyes. Derek wasn't like other guys, in more ways than one. To you, he was perfect, he loved you, did everything in his power to protect you and make you happy, watched over you even when you didn't know it, and made surprise visits when you least expected it. But to your family, he was a stranger, a monster, the things they killed along with all the other things that went bump in the night.

The rusty, metal bed frame Derek was chained to had live wires hooked to a machine, running into his body, sending a shot of electricity every time he said the wrong answer. Your family wanted to know where the alpha was, but you knew that Derek didn't know. His eyes were on you the whole time, the beautiful grey orbs held understanding, but also defeat. You were thankful when your family cleared the room to talk about their situation. Without a second's hesitation, you rushed up to him, un-hooking him to the machine and falling back onto the floor when he collapsed on top of you.

"Derek, I'm so sorry." You cried, helping him back up to his feet, worried about the way most of his weight was leaning against you. "It's okay." He replied, his voice gruff from his shouts of pain from being tortured. "We need to get you out of here." You said, practically dragging him to the small deadbolt door that led right out into the woods.

"HE'S GONE!" Came the loud yell from your father, followed by the sound of footsteps crunching through the leaves. Without warning, Derek scooped you up into his arms and ran as fast as he could. You gripped his jacket tightly in his hands, wincing at the sound of the four wheelers now following you both. You looked up at Derek, confused as to why he was able to carry you. It was then that you remembered about the fast healing factor werewolves possessed.

A single arrow pierced straight through your boyfriend's arm, causing him to drop you. Still holding tightly to his jacket, the both of you toppled down the fairly large hill. Derek's arms wrapped around you, protecting you from the majority of the harsh terrain. Once at the bottom, Derek let you go and staggered to his feet, standing in front of you protectively. The four wheelers screeched to a stop, your father, aunt and uncle climbing off them, aiming their weapons at Derek.

"Step away form my daughter." Your father ordered. "I'm trying to protect her." Derek replied, glancing back at you. Another arrow shot through his arm and Derek fell to his knees, yelping when he pulled the arrow from his skin. He looked back at you once more with apologetic eyes.

Apologetic?

No, no, why was he sorry!? You're the one that should be sorry. You loved Derek, and all you had ever down was stand on the sidelines while he fought the battle against your family. He refused to hurt them because of you, even when they helped murder his family. You were done cowering in the corner, it was time to take a stand.

You placed yourself between your family and Derek, your stance tense. "Put the bow down, Dad." You said, glaring at him. You would have laughed at your father's face if this situation wasn't so serious. "(Name), w-what are you s-saying, get away from that monster!" He shouted. It almost made you wince.

Almost.

"No." You replied, feeling Derek's eyes on you. "Why are you protecting this thing?" Your father asked in an accusing voice. "Because this thing, happens to be my boyfriend." You shouted, anger boiling up in your veins. It was then that your dad charged forward unexpectedly, slapping you across the face before pushing you to the ground. He pinned Derek on his back and struck him in the face repeatedly, while your aunt and uncle stood froze, still stunned from what they had just heard.

Derek truly though he would die, he was just glad that he'd be close to you. A loud growl caused your father to freeze. Derek glanced over, his eyes wide. There you were, looking angry as ever, but something was different about you. It was completely obvious that you now had fangs and claws. You let out an ear shattering roar and tackled your father off of him.

Your aunt and uncle snapped out of their zone and quickly shot at you, two bullets catching you in the stomach. Red seeped through your (f/c) shirt, your father's yelling sounded distant. The leaves beneath your feet felt like air, your senses were playing trick on you. But if there was one thing you could feel, it was Derek's strong arms holding you close. Your claws shrunk back to normal size, teeth now not able to rip flesh, and your eyes were that gorgeous (e/c) Derek loved.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly. Even through Derek knew you weren't going to die he couldn't help the rush of worry and despair that ran through him. "I'm fine, I-I, you." He sputtered, not paying any attention to the commotion around him. "Hm, your girlfriend is out mysterying you, better be careful." You joked, reaching a hand up to drag your thumb over his busted lip that was already doing it's cell repair. Derek smiled halfheartedly. You were always able to find the silver lining in every situation, no matter how small it was. It was something that made Derek fall in love with you even more.

"(N-Name)?"

You turned your head to see your father at his knees beside you. Derek's growl rang loudly through his ears but you looked him in the eyes, making him relax. "Dad." You replied, your voice dull. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked. "Telling your family of werewolf hunters that you're a werewolf...not my favorite family meeting." You informed with a slight chuckle. "Not all werewolfs are bad Dad. This alpha, no one knows where his is, or what he wants. If you'd only let us tell you that. But hunters, it's like they're incapable of listening. Dad how would you feel if someone saw me and just shot me because I was bad?"

"But you're not bad." Your father pointed out. "Exactly, so how do you know that Derek's bad, or Scott?" You asked, the pain from your wound already gone, but you made no attempt to leave your boyfriend's arms. The realization on your Dad's face was something you were thankful for. "I-I'm willing to listen, to change, if you'll forgive me." He stated shakily. "You've been forgiven." You smiled. Your dad nodded, standing up. Derek got a better grip on you and picked you up easily, your arms wrapping around his neck.

It was a long talk, with awkward and uncomfortable moments, but you and Derek got through it.

Together.