"I'd much rather be planning our first Valentine's Day," Scott laughs nervously. "If I promise to make it super romantic, will you let me slip out the back and escape into the Preserve?"
Derek leans over his shoulder, his smile teasing. "What if I wanted to be the one to give the big romantic surprise?"
"I could be convinced if you let me run out of this meeting?"
"Mm. Nice try." Derek leans in again, pressing a sweet kiss to his temple. Scott's insides promptly go, well, gooey. "You'll do great. I promise."
In which a last minute inter-Pack meeting goes, predictably, horribly wrong and forces Scott to consider the werewolf dos and don'ts of relationship traditions.
| Complete | 10,021 words | Romance | Future fic |
This story includes Pack dynamics, werewolf traditions, misunderstandings, one cliche visiting Pack asshole, werewolf proposals, fluff, talks about the consent issues of werewolf romance tropes (mating/claiming bites), and blowjobs.
This story is NSFW.
//PSA BEFORE YOU READ: This story was written when I was brand new to everything writing. For a much better everything, go read the rewritten version on my profile. Still written by me, just MUCH better in literally every way. If you still choose to read this, then brace yourself for a bumpy ride.//
Lyrica Hale, wife of Derek Hale, teaches Music Ed. at a school called Beacon Hills High School. She's a werewolf, obviously. The day she was turned, a mark appeared on the base of her neck. A simple triskele with initials under it. She discovered that the initials are of her future family members. What happens when her students start turning into werewolves? How will her and her husband handle these betas running amok?
I officially suck at descriptions. This is basically a Derek Hale fanfiction. The story will follow the show. I just love the fluff about Derek's wife or girlfriend becoming the mother of his pack. SO I wrote my own. Enjoy!