Teen Wolf Imagines

May I?

I had known Derek his whole life although he had only known me from his random sightings of me when my guard was down.

My siblings hated that I spent most of my time watching the werewolf that one day I was exploring people's haven scapes (Place where people who have died now own in heaven) that the older two pushed me off the edge of one causing me to fall.

I didn't know where I would land so I just closed my eyes and hoped I would land at Derek's loft.

I began to worry when I landed onto a hard surface and heard gasps. I kept my eyes closed but still listened to the people around me.

"Since when do women fall from the sky?" a male voice asked.

"Stiles shh," another voice said.

"Does anyone have a mirror?" I mumbled.

"Lydia can you take her to the bathroom, there is a body length one on the back of the door," a voice said, I recognized it as Derek's.

I heard footsteps before seeing shoes "Can I help you up?" the female voice said and when I nodded my head she put out her hands for me to take.

When we got to the bathroom Lydia closed the door after us revealing the mirror. I looked in the mirror noticing no injuries so I turned to Lydia.

"You're either going to have to leave or close your eyes," I said, she covered her eyes with her hands so I released my wings which emitted a bright white light but once it dulled down I said, "You can uncover them now."

I watched her uncover her eyes through the mirror "You're an..."

"Angel yes don't tell anyone else please"

"Scott can hear as well as.."

"Derek I know, werewolves," I said smiling, "Can you see if the base of my wings isn't damaged, just be careful."

Once she checked and said nothing looked wrong we exited the bathroom, my wings in full view to the two unknown boys and Derek. I walked over to Derek wrapping a wing around him without touching him.

I watched as the two boys eyes widened and one muttered out "are you a fairy?"

"Stiles you can't ask people stuff like that," the other boy said.

"No Stiles, I'm not a fairy they have different wings and are very secretive," I said.

"What are you then?" Stiles asked.

"An angel," Scott said.

"Don't be stupid Scott, angels aren't real and if they were she would have a halo and pure white wings."

"That's like saying evil spirits aren't real. Angels aren't meant to leave heaven. Also, I don't know why humans think we have gold rings above our heads."

"And your wings, why are they black and gold?"

"Each angel has different wings"

"Are archangels real?"

"Stiles shut up," Derek said suddenly "Actually you all go home"

Scott had to drag Stiles out of Derek's loft which was really funny. Derek moved away from me once they left but he didn't go far he just sat on the sofa.

"I've seen you before haven't I?" Derek asked.

"Yes you have, I shouldn't have put my guard down around you but you made me feel kind of safe."

"If angels aren't meant to leave heaven why have you visited me and why did you fall. Also, your wings look dirty."

I flapped my wings trying to clean them "Heaven is boring sometimes if I had nothing to do I would visit or technically watch you. I spent more time watching you when other angels realized I was different. And for why I'm here now my oldest siblings pushed me out of the heavens" I stopped flapping my wings "are they clean now?"

"No, come, sit. I'll be gentle"

I sat on the floor with my wings spread as wide as they could go for him to clean.

Even though I knew I probably wouldn't return to heaven, I would enjoy living my immortal life on Earth and seeing some of my other fallen siblings.