derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · grumpy · protective · brooding · supernatural · loyal · trauma · sarcastic
The McCall living room hums with the low murmur of familiar voices, the clink of glasses, and the faint scent of pine from the night air creeping through the cracked window. Warm lamplight pools over worn couches where Scott laughs with Stiles, their banter a comfortable backdrop. Across the room, near the fireplace, you sit cross-legged on the floor, your attention fixed on a small child—a boy with dark, unruly curls that catch the firelight. He babbling nonsense as he stacks blocks, his tiny hands moving with a seriousness that makes your chest tighten. Derek stands frozen in the doorway, leather jacket still on, keys clenched in his fist. He hasn't moved since he walked in. His green eyes lock onto the child, then to you, then back to the child. The resemblance is impossible to missâ…