«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you were a guitarist and Derek's first love. *** You were alone in the music class and tried to study under the measured beat of the metronome, but the noise in the corridor, which reached your ears even through the closed door, distracted you from playing music. Judging by the sounds, something was thrown there. Unable to stand it, you got up from your seat and, preparing for a scandal, opened the door. "Hey, can you calm down?" At the sound of your voice, a black-haired guy turned around. "I'm trying to study." "And why are you so sure that we are not trying to study either?" he spread his hands, clutching the ball in one of them. "Because I study in a music class, and basketball classes are held in the gym." "Well, as for me, you can play basketball wherever there is a ball." His friends laughed, and he suddenly went at you, hitting the ball off the floor. You rolled your eyes. "See?" You turned away and wanted to go back, but a question caught up with you: "Hey, come on, where are you going? You can take the ball away from me and then maybe I'll stop." The offer seemed so tempting to you that you turned to the guy. "Come on," he began to hit the ball off the floor again, "it's simple," he then bent down, then straightened up, playing with the ball. You made an attempt to pick up the ball, but the guy dived to the side and looked at you, then at the ball, which he raised a little higher and shook his head, urging you to pick it up, and then started hitting it again. You tried again, but the guy was faster. He rounded you and, continuing to hit the ball, began to play with it, throwing it between his widely spaced legs. You stared at this mess for a few more seconds, trying to figure out whether to be indignant or not, and then returned to class, hearing laughter behind your back. * As soon as you started your interrupted lesson, you heard from the door: "Sorry for my prank." You turned around. The same guy was standing in the classroom doorway. "I don't care," you answered and shook your head, removing the tangled loose hair and tried to start the lesson again, but barely took the first notes, the guy asked: "What's your name?" he came closer. You turned around, opening your mouth in righteous indignation: "I'm trying to study here, in case you haven't noticed." "Okay," he nodded, "then I'll just leave you alone," he pointed with his hand towards the door. You nodded and looked down at the instrument, but it wasn't there. "After you tell me your name." You froze, thinking. "Okay, I'll tell you my name if you can play at least one instrument in this class." He looked around and then clarified: "On one?" "Just one," you confirmed. "On any?" he clarified again. He went to the rack and stood there, choosing a tool. Your curiosity was strong and you looked around, but the guy was standing with his back to you and you couldn't notice anything. Then he came up to you, hiding his hands behind his back, and when you turned your attention to him, pulled them out. In his hands was a triangle. He made a quiet "ding", and the guy smiled. You looked at it with your mouth slightly open, and then turned away, smiling and thinking. Technically, he played and fulfilled your condition. "My name is Y/N," you finally decided, "and now, please, go away so I can study." "And my name is..." he did not finish. "I know who you are," you interrupted him, looking into his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and smiled before turning around and walking away. You looked after him with interest before lowering your gaze to the instrument. *** Derek held your hand tightly as you ran to your favorite place — an abandoned distillery on the border of Beacon Hills. Derek opened the door and as soon as you got inside, you immediately started kissing. You smiled into the kiss, hugging the guy by the shoulders, he also smiled, holding you by the waist. Suddenly you pulled away. "What?" Derek asked blankly. "Why do you like me?" you asked. "What do you mean?" "Why do you like me?" you repeated your question. "What do you think?" "To be honest, at first I thought you liked me because I didn't like you." "So are you worried that now that I know you like me, I won't like you anymore?" "I'm not worried, just wondering when it will happen." "What if never?" You smiled wider and moved closer, intending to get your kiss, but Derek suddenly turned away and tensed. "What?" you asked perplexedly, "did you hear something? What is it?" "Something happened here." "What are you talking about?" "I can smell it. It's blood," he whirled around. "And now I hear something else." "Derek, but I don't hear anything." "We'd better leave, let's go. Come on," he grabbed your hand tightly and you ran to the exit. *** You were playing music in the music class again and tried to hold back a smile when you felt the eyes on you. I knew he would hear. "Well, what are you staring at?" you asked, turning to the door. Derek shook his head. "I'm not staring, I'm listening. Am I distracting you?" he clarified. "No," you looked down at the instrument in your hands, "nothing can distract me." "Are you sure?" he came closer, and you closed your eyes, trying not to be distracted, as you just said. He walked around behind you and brushed the hair off your ear. Derek barely brushed his lips over it, but it was enough to make your concentration on the instrument disappear like it never happened. You smiled, thoughts of "what an asshole" flashed through your head. "I hate you," you just said, turning your head to him. "And that's not it," you barely smiled when Derek came up in front and sat down on the table where your score was standing, "you love me," his eyes were laughing. "I hate it," you looked him straight in the eye and smiled. "You love me," Derek said with conviction, nodding slightly, as if asking "yes?". You nodded after him and raised your eyebrows a little, saying, yes, yes, are you still in doubt? He kissed you sharply and you responded with pleasure and you didn't care that you were still holding a guitar in one hand. *** You received a note from Derek with an offer to meet in the school corridor in the evening and were surprised, because your place was a distillery, but you went there anyway. You came down the stairs with a note in your hand. It was dark at school and you involuntarily shivered. "Derek? Derek, is that you?" you walked forward along the corridor and constantly looked around, hoping to spot Derek, who apparently decided to make fun of you. You turned around and stopped, thinking it wasn't funny at all. Then she turned around again and saw a huge scary man, noticed claws on his hands and sharp ears. The note fell out of your hands. You started to slowly step back, without turning your back to him, and the man smiled terribly and walked towards you. That's when you turned around and ran, screaming in fear. But you couldn't escape. *** You crawled out of the corridor, and a man came up behind you and took you by the shoulder. The door slammed. Turning your head, you saw Derek. For a couple of seconds he stood as if unable to believe that this was actually happening, and then he ran away and attacked the man with a short angry cry. He threw him against the wall like a toy. You crawled to the stairs leading up and groaned in pain, trying to climb higher. That man bit you and now you were in terrible pain. The man pressed Derek's head to the floor, and he looked at you with despair and fear in his eyes. Then that man turned around and left, leaving you alone. *** Derek stroked your hair and hugged you tightly, hugging you to him. He squeezed your blood-stained hand in his and you noticed out of the corner of your eye how blackness rushed up through his swollen veins. Derek was breathing heavily, and a moan of pain escaped from your chest. "Sorry," he whispered. You barely shook your head. "I knew." "What are you talking about?" "After I told you my name, I knew for sure. I've noticed things in the city before that defied explanation. Your way of speaking and how you said that you smelled the smell. I know you can hear like no one else." Derek looked into your eyes. His gaze was filled with pain. "I knew," you repeated again. "And despite everything, did you like me?" he was surprised. "I loved you." A sharp pain pierced your body and you moaned. When you moaned louder, Derek hugged you tighter and kissed the top of your head. Your pain flowed through his veins. He relaxed his arm a little and for a few seconds black veins appeared on your arm, but only for a few seconds. "I'm dying. Dying?" Derek nodded almost imperceptibly and you started crying. He hugged you to him. "I can't, I can't take it anymore, Derek, I can't!" He impulsively kissed you on the forehead and looked into your eyes. "Please," you whispered, noticing a tear rolling down his cheek, "please…" For a few seconds he couldn't decide what to do, and then he sat you down, hugging you. You were sobbing, clinging to him. "I'm sorry," Derek muttered, and then he breathed faster and you heard his short cry at the same time as sharp claws pierced your body. You didn't hear anything else. Never. *** "That's why Derek's eyes are blue," Peter said after a pause. He just told this story to Stiles and Cora. "Why?" Stiles asked perplexedly, "I didn't understand," he scratched his head. "Taking an innocent life, a part of you, a part of your soul, also goes away, it darkens, changing the once bright golden shine of the eyes to cold steel blue," he flashed his eyes, "like mine. He still blames himself for her death," Peter looked straight into Stilinski's eyes, "as well as me, though." The werewolf flashed his blue eyes again and continued: "I blame myself for this too, because if I hadn't called Ennis to convert Y/N, she would be alive now," Peter explained, lowering his head. He sighed heavily and stood up. "It's better not to remind Derek about this," he warned.