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You've cursed people here?
[ derek's kneejerk reaction is - concern, but. nick keeps talking. he explains things... surprisingly reasonably, and the more he talks, the more derek feels like kind of an asshole for being unnerved by all this magic shit. nick says he just does what he does to defend himself, and that actually hits pretty close to home. that actually makes him see all this in a different light. ]
Okay... okay - look.
People are scared of werewolves back home. We're hunted down and killed, even when we just - keep to ourselves.
My mom always told me... "werewolves are predators, but we don't have to be killers". We don't have to be violent, dangerous animals just because that's how the world sees us.
Maybe that's something you can relate to, to some degree.
Curses, demons - that's unnerving, for me. It's probably unnerving to most people who haven't lived the life you've lived.
But.
Having a connection to those things is just who you are. This is just what you do.
I shouldn't be scared of that. Not when I know you're a good person.
Feels hypocritical.
[ derek's kneejerk reaction is - concern, but. nick keeps talking. he explains things... surprisingly reasonably, and the more he talks, the more derek feels like kind of an asshole for being unnerved by all this magic shit. nick says he just does what he does to defend himself, and that actually hits pretty close to home. that actually makes him see all this in a different light. ]
Okay... okay - look.
People are scared of werewolves back home. We're hunted down and killed, even when we just - keep to ourselves.
My mom always told me... "werewolves are predators, but we don't have to be killers". We don't have to be violent, dangerous animals just because that's how the world sees us.
Maybe that's something you can relate to, to some degree.
Curses, demons - that's unnerving, for me. It's probably unnerving to most people who haven't lived the life you've lived.
But.
Having a connection to those things is just who you are. This is just what you do.
I shouldn't be scared of that. Not when I know you're a good person.
Feels hypocritical.
[ When Derek first came back, he was - convinced, honestly, that he and Tate were done. No more friendship, no more pack. There wasn't a single part of him that believed Tate, at first, when he said that he signed with Kavinsky again because he had to, just like there wasn't a single part of him that believed Tate suddenly gave a shit about his own mortality after the war scared the fear of a new death into him. There were a few days there where Derek saw Tate as exactly who he was - selfish and conniving. Unkind.
And then Tate rode it out. Tate's been getting so much better at riding out Derek's reactions. He didn't cry, didn't fight, he just - promised to be better, than did just enough to convince Derek that he was wrong to have doubted him. Derek still hasn't signed Tate's name to the ledger, because Stiles hadn't done that, and there's some small, unconscious part of him that remembers that - but nobody's around to stop Derek from trusting him. From believing that this is - fine. That they're good again. That they'll always be good again. That this isn't just Jennifer again. Kate.
Yeah. Yeah, Derek promises. He doesn't answer verbally, but there's that smile again. Trusting and affectionate and so full of loyalty. Derek always looks so much younger when he smiles. ]
Alright - shut up. Let's get this over with.
[ After that - Derek's gonna really focus, now. Tate wanted this over fast, and Derek's not going to be sidetracked by whatever stewing affection is stuck beating behind his ribs. Derek takes a firmer hold of Tate's cock and sticks out his tongue, lightly dragging it over the underside of Tate's shaft. He's not worried about being noisy, or-- looking like a whore in front of these guys. He sucks the head of Tate's dick with loud, wet sounds, swallowing him down to the base, bobbing his head back up and leaving Tate shiny and slick with his spit. He hums softly and bobs forward again, pressing his nose to Tate's jeans and closing his eyes, swallowing while he easily, expertly deep throats the guy.
He comes up for breath, swipes his tongue over Tate's tip, tasting whatever precum he might have earned already. Derek takes Tate in his fist again, jerking faster now, the side of his fingers brushing over the most sensitive nerves in his head every time he strokes up. Slowly, Derek takes Tate's head back in between his lips, sucking hard and playing with him with the very end of his tongue, and he still holds eye contact. Still takes in every breath, every reaction, like that's the entire reason he's doing this. ]
And then Tate rode it out. Tate's been getting so much better at riding out Derek's reactions. He didn't cry, didn't fight, he just - promised to be better, than did just enough to convince Derek that he was wrong to have doubted him. Derek still hasn't signed Tate's name to the ledger, because Stiles hadn't done that, and there's some small, unconscious part of him that remembers that - but nobody's around to stop Derek from trusting him. From believing that this is - fine. That they're good again. That they'll always be good again. That this isn't just Jennifer again. Kate.
Yeah. Yeah, Derek promises. He doesn't answer verbally, but there's that smile again. Trusting and affectionate and so full of loyalty. Derek always looks so much younger when he smiles. ]
Alright - shut up. Let's get this over with.
[ After that - Derek's gonna really focus, now. Tate wanted this over fast, and Derek's not going to be sidetracked by whatever stewing affection is stuck beating behind his ribs. Derek takes a firmer hold of Tate's cock and sticks out his tongue, lightly dragging it over the underside of Tate's shaft. He's not worried about being noisy, or-- looking like a whore in front of these guys. He sucks the head of Tate's dick with loud, wet sounds, swallowing him down to the base, bobbing his head back up and leaving Tate shiny and slick with his spit. He hums softly and bobs forward again, pressing his nose to Tate's jeans and closing his eyes, swallowing while he easily, expertly deep throats the guy.
He comes up for breath, swipes his tongue over Tate's tip, tasting whatever precum he might have earned already. Derek takes Tate in his fist again, jerking faster now, the side of his fingers brushing over the most sensitive nerves in his head every time he strokes up. Slowly, Derek takes Tate's head back in between his lips, sucking hard and playing with him with the very end of his tongue, and he still holds eye contact. Still takes in every breath, every reaction, like that's the entire reason he's doing this. ]
Yeah, but trust me when they deserved it.
Amalia went possessive. And crazy. That's why she died. I didn't want her to die, I didn't want her to leave me or suffer like that.
So I'm attached to werewolves.
I don't know if I'm that good a person, but I'm trying
Amalia went possessive. And crazy. That's why she died. I didn't want her to die, I didn't want her to leave me or suffer like that.
So I'm attached to werewolves.
I don't know if I'm that good a person, but I'm trying
[Even non-verbal, the promise means a lot to Tate. It means that he's got back one of the few relationships here that he's really invested in. And things with Derek are easier now that Stiles is gone, a thorn that had started to stick in his side. A lot of things are working out in that Tate feels he can draw more from what they have than he could before - less hoops, more reward. He's invested now and willing to keep doing whatever it takes to stay at this level of cherished, this level of wanted and... well, needed.
He lost a lot of people, here and back home, and finally he's feeling like he's coming out of a dip by doing okay. Derek came back and that defied the odds - so this is meant to be, right? He'll fight tooth and nail to prevent it being taken back away from him. All while, most likely, working against himself out of other blind and selfish needs. So for now his touch is tender, fingers raking back through Derek's hair as he shudders at that warm, wet touch of his tongue. He feels bolstered by Derek, able to keep from focusing on all the things that would make him uncomfortable here in lieu of enjoying the way he swallows down his cock.
Tate... stares. He's seen Derek from this angle before but there's something so overtly lewd about it now, where his dark eyes widen a few degrees and his knees turn inward as his feet press down against the floor. It feels good - fucking good - and he's saying such in breathy little mutterings under his breath, but he's not paying attention. He's just... hooked, leaning in and rolling his hips, trying his hardest not to just push Derek's face back down his dick to watch it yet again disappear.]
That's - that's good. That's really good.
He lost a lot of people, here and back home, and finally he's feeling like he's coming out of a dip by doing okay. Derek came back and that defied the odds - so this is meant to be, right? He'll fight tooth and nail to prevent it being taken back away from him. All while, most likely, working against himself out of other blind and selfish needs. So for now his touch is tender, fingers raking back through Derek's hair as he shudders at that warm, wet touch of his tongue. He feels bolstered by Derek, able to keep from focusing on all the things that would make him uncomfortable here in lieu of enjoying the way he swallows down his cock.
Tate... stares. He's seen Derek from this angle before but there's something so overtly lewd about it now, where his dark eyes widen a few degrees and his knees turn inward as his feet press down against the floor. It feels good - fucking good - and he's saying such in breathy little mutterings under his breath, but he's not paying attention. He's just... hooked, leaning in and rolling his hips, trying his hardest not to just push Derek's face back down his dick to watch it yet again disappear.]
That's - that's good. That's really good.
Well,
I promise I won't get possessive and crazy over Reggie, if that's a concern you've had.
[ a pause. he wants to ask about the werewolves in nick's life in more detail, but he's-- honestly still pretty fucked up about the deaths he's dealt with back home, and he frankly doesn't think he has it in him to dig that deeply. if not now, maybe ever. he pushes on, instead. ]
Who have you cursed since being here?
Just for curiosity's sake.
I promise I won't get possessive and crazy over Reggie, if that's a concern you've had.
[ a pause. he wants to ask about the werewolves in nick's life in more detail, but he's-- honestly still pretty fucked up about the deaths he's dealt with back home, and he frankly doesn't think he has it in him to dig that deeply. if not now, maybe ever. he pushes on, instead. ]
Who have you cursed since being here?
Just for curiosity's sake.
[ Judging by the long, low whistle from one of the men watching this all play out, their bystanders agree. Tate says it's good and there's the shuffling of feet as people move to get a better look, and Derek hesitates, just for a second, before he dives back down onto Tate's dick, swallowing him deep again. They're supposed to be doing this fast, and Derek - Derek wanted to ease Tate for a second there, wanted to tell him that they need to get Tate into the habit of saying sir. Thank you, sir, that feels good, sir - really play up this whole dom/sub thing, for once.
But they need to get this done. Derek swallows when he feels the head of Tate's cock pressing up against the very, very back of his throat, every suck and every quiet, purposeful hum sending vibrations through Tate. He spreads his fingers out beneath Tate's stomach and firmly pushes him back down against the bench, keeping him from fucking into his mouth like he might want to. Derek promised he'd take care of him, so - he's in charge.
He finds a rhythm, sucking and bobbing with circular twists of his head, taking Tate deep and then sliding back up. He's-- focused, getting faster now, breaking eye contact when he ends up losing himself in the moment, closing his eyes just to taste Tate and enjoy every part of this. The repair shop smells like the mechanic's in the Up, all motor oil and grease, but Derek kind of - likes that. It makes this feel familiar. Easier. ]
But they need to get this done. Derek swallows when he feels the head of Tate's cock pressing up against the very, very back of his throat, every suck and every quiet, purposeful hum sending vibrations through Tate. He spreads his fingers out beneath Tate's stomach and firmly pushes him back down against the bench, keeping him from fucking into his mouth like he might want to. Derek promised he'd take care of him, so - he's in charge.
He finds a rhythm, sucking and bobbing with circular twists of his head, taking Tate deep and then sliding back up. He's-- focused, getting faster now, breaking eye contact when he ends up losing himself in the moment, closing his eyes just to taste Tate and enjoy every part of this. The repair shop smells like the mechanic's in the Up, all motor oil and grease, but Derek kind of - likes that. It makes this feel familiar. Easier. ]
i cursed him. he forced me to tell him what happened to me, so i cursed him with the sight of monsters
Oh.
[ he... actually thinks he kind of approves of that. the idea of being forced to share all his hidden shit is-- nauseating, and it makes him think of kate, who in her torture of him mocked him for all the secrets he kept hidden. that is, in derek's eyes, some pretty fuckin' good cursing. ]
Well. Good. Fuck that guy.
You okay?
[ he... actually thinks he kind of approves of that. the idea of being forced to share all his hidden shit is-- nauseating, and it makes him think of kate, who in her torture of him mocked him for all the secrets he kept hidden. that is, in derek's eyes, some pretty fuckin' good cursing. ]
Well. Good. Fuck that guy.
You okay?
i'm fine. i just don't like people prying into my head and pulling out my secrets
i think that's the only curse i've lain here
i think that's the only curse i've lain here
I get it. Trust me. That's kind of the cornerstone of any worries I have over the things you can do.
You could do that. Pry into my head. I don't like that.
[ kind of hypocritical, seeing as he has some werewolf powers that lets him do that too, but. he's already covered his hypocrisy. ]
I'm not going to ask you to curse anyone for me - I solve my problems on my own -
But if, hypothetically, that was something I wanted to pursue in the future, what would it cost me?
You could do that. Pry into my head. I don't like that.
[ kind of hypocritical, seeing as he has some werewolf powers that lets him do that too, but. he's already covered his hypocrisy. ]
I'm not going to ask you to curse anyone for me - I solve my problems on my own -
But if, hypothetically, that was something I wanted to pursue in the future, what would it cost me?
you're safe from me. not from prudence or dorian, though. sabrina and ambrose aren't likely to try it. don't let sims get too close to you, though. he doesn't have any control.
the cost would depend on the curse. how much research i would have to put into it. how much of my time would it require. if i would need another witch to assist
but i think you're asking if it would cost you anything but money, right?
the cost would depend on the curse. how much research i would have to put into it. how much of my time would it require. if i would need another witch to assist
but i think you're asking if it would cost you anything but money, right?
Noted.
[ literally. he's committing those names down to paper, sorting them in with a handful of other threats he's been keeping an eye on. good to know. ]
Yeah. That's what I'm asking.
My gut tells me you don't deal in impersonal transactions. You'd probably want... I don't know.
Werewolf blood? Werewolf fur. Something you could use in potions. I feel like I'm probably a potion ingredient.
[ literally. he's committing those names down to paper, sorting them in with a handful of other threats he's been keeping an eye on. good to know. ]
Yeah. That's what I'm asking.
My gut tells me you don't deal in impersonal transactions. You'd probably want... I don't know.
Werewolf blood? Werewolf fur. Something you could use in potions. I feel like I'm probably a potion ingredient.
well, i do, but now that you mention it-
you're not a potion ingredient. i mean, you could be, but i'm not that into potion making. but you are a spell ingredient. werewolf fur is good for a ritual spell to make witches blend into the forest. werewolf claws, pulled fresh, if you plant them at the edge of your garden will make anyone who crosses into your land bleed from old wounds
but i like you. so money
you're not a potion ingredient. i mean, you could be, but i'm not that into potion making. but you are a spell ingredient. werewolf fur is good for a ritual spell to make witches blend into the forest. werewolf claws, pulled fresh, if you plant them at the edge of your garden will make anyone who crosses into your land bleed from old wounds
but i like you. so money
thanks. happy new year?
i had a couple drinks last night and i think i'm hung over
i don't think i follow the transition. maybe i'm still drunk
something just happened that might interest you though
i had a couple drinks last night and i think i'm hung over
i don't think i follow the transition. maybe i'm still drunk
something just happened that might interest you though
[ a pause. hold on.
hold on - okay, hold on. derek drops everything he's doing. he literally drops the rusty, metal cuffs he's carrying and stops pacing around the den, standing in the middle of the living room and staring at his phone. ]
What?
[ eloquent. ]
hold on - okay, hold on. derek drops everything he's doing. he literally drops the rusty, metal cuffs he's carrying and stops pacing around the den, standing in the middle of the living room and staring at his phone. ]
What?
[ eloquent. ]
i got swapped. i'm not a sub anymore
i've gotta move and do all this shit apparently
just like that. it's different.
i don't really understand
[Doesn't really remember making that wish, at least not yet.]
i've gotta move and do all this shit apparently
just like that. it's different.
i don't really understand
[Doesn't really remember making that wish, at least not yet.]
Okay.
[ okay... so... now what? between biting reggie, getting his own designation swapped - how the fuck is he supposed to bring that up? - and trying to figure out what the fuck to do with his graduation, there's... a lot going on in derek's head right now. tate's not signed to kavinsky anymore, and that's...
he's feeling so many different feelings and worries about that that his brain is just kind of stalling out. he doesn't even know if that's a good thing or not. it should be? it should be, but if tate's still going to stay with kavinsky when he doesn't have a legal obligation to, that's - something. that's a lot. this is all a lot. ]
Okay. Uh. Hold on. Sorry, this is kind of overwhelming.
How are you feeling?
[ okay... so... now what? between biting reggie, getting his own designation swapped - how the fuck is he supposed to bring that up? - and trying to figure out what the fuck to do with his graduation, there's... a lot going on in derek's head right now. tate's not signed to kavinsky anymore, and that's...
he's feeling so many different feelings and worries about that that his brain is just kind of stalling out. he doesn't even know if that's a good thing or not. it should be? it should be, but if tate's still going to stay with kavinsky when he doesn't have a legal obligation to, that's - something. that's a lot. this is all a lot. ]
Okay. Uh. Hold on. Sorry, this is kind of overwhelming.
How are you feeling?
hungover. confused.
this happened to a girl i know
i think i'm gonna ask her how it went for her
it's not normal for graduation, i think
but what's normal around here, anyway?
i don't really know what to do now.
[Because he wants to appease Derek a little by reminding him of his loyalty:]
now you and i can't sign
i have to find someone else
eventually.
this happened to a girl i know
i think i'm gonna ask her how it went for her
it's not normal for graduation, i think
but what's normal around here, anyway?
i don't really know what to do now.
[Because he wants to appease Derek a little by reminding him of his loyalty:]
now you and i can't sign
i have to find someone else
eventually.
No.
[ sharp and quick. ]
No. Hold on.
Don't find anyone else.
[ derek needs to sit down. think. he doesn't - but he starts pacing again. blondie, anxious as she is, stares at him with her ears dropped down from the corner of the room she never leaves. ]
There's a lot that I need to talk to you about.
I don't really know how to start.
What do you mean - you have to move? From your place with Kavinsky, or - are you leaving the tree house?
[ sharp and quick. ]
No. Hold on.
Don't find anyone else.
[ derek needs to sit down. think. he doesn't - but he starts pacing again. blondie, anxious as she is, stares at him with her ears dropped down from the corner of the room she never leaves. ]
There's a lot that I need to talk to you about.
I don't really know how to start.
What do you mean - you have to move? From your place with Kavinsky, or - are you leaving the tree house?
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