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Power - Malia Tate

Summary: You tag along with Scott and Stiles, against their better judgement, to track down the Supernatural creature that could or could not be responsible for Malia Tate's death.

Pairing: Malia Tate x Psychic Reader

Warnings: Friendship, blood, slight violence

A/N: This was a request over on Ao3 and Wattpad

Baby, you're the man But I got the, I got the, I got the power You make rain But I make it, I make it, I make it shower You should know, I'm the one who's in control I'll let you come take the wheel, long as you don't forget Who got the power? I got the, I got the power I got the, I got the power I got the, I got the power Hold up!

You're dreaming, you know that you're dreaming because there is no way in hell that you were running through the woods of Beacon Hills, you glance at your reflection – a coyote stared back.

Another reason why you knew you were dreaming, you weren't a Supernatural creature, you were human – who had the ability to dream of future events.

At first it freaked you out since you dreamt of Supernatural events that happened ever since you tagged along with Scott and Stiles to find the dead body in the woods, which happened to be Laura Hale which ended up getting Scott bitten by the Alpha werewolf, you were also bitten but your wounds never healed Supernaturally, then came Matt Daehler and the Kanima, though Stiles always had his suspicions about Matt from day one.

Then you warned Derek and Scott about the Alpha Pack and the Darach, which was coming to Beacon Hills, as you dreamt of Erica and Boyd's death plus the return of Cora Hale, this gave your friends an advantage but still, Erica died at the hands of the Alpha Pack – mostly by Kali and Ennis.

You dreamt of how Scott turns into a 'true Alpha' which happens when he saves you from being used as a shield by Miss Blake/Darach, Deucalion leaves with his eyes intact and whatever is left of his dignity.

Deaton spoke of the Clairvoyants or 'psychics' as the modern world would call them, similar to Banshees, clairvoyants had the ability to perceive events in the future or beyond normal sensory contact.

You had a feeling that this coyote was once human, as it stalked the boarders of a house that had seen better days, you literally could sense the familiarity of it, you slightly whimper as a man steps out and stares into the darkness – you hide in the bushes, as a wave of guilt washes over you.

You jolt as there was a loud crack in the air, the man held a loaded shot gun in the air, it was to scare you off – and you ran not wishing to be shot.

Running back to the den, you snuggle up against the jacket that looked to belong to a child, as sleep took over.

.

"So, you think this coyote is human?"

You groan, leaning up against your locker as you filled both Allison and Lydia in on your dream. "I know how weird it sounds, but yes."

"Do you know who the human supposedly is?" Allison asked, closing her own locker as she avoided Scott like a plague. "I could get my dad to have a look."

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you tried to remember any details of the den, you remembered little pieces, especially a worn photo of a mother and two little girls – sisters, the backpack that seen better days with a name that was barely readable.

"Malia." You whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, as you locked eyes with an Asian girl that walked passed as the principal chattered to her. "Malia Tate."

...

During Mr Yukimura's class, you immediately notice that Stiles was on the verge of having a mental breakdown as he began to realise that he couldn't read, quickly making an excuse both you and Scott take him to the boy's locker room.

"How do you know that you're awake, Sti?" You spoke softly, earning a small look from Scott as you repeated the same words Stiles spoke the first time you dreamt of the Kanima. "Count your fingers, Stiles."

Both you and Scott glanced at Stiles's hands, counting his fingers with him and when he reached the tenth one, you squeezed his hand in comfort.

"See, you're awake."

"I'm awake," He repeated, looking up at Scott, who was worried about the mental stability of his friend. "I'm awake..."

The next few days started to get worse, especially for Stiles as he was beginning to dream even when he was awake, even when you tried telling that he was awake, his hand automatically wrote telling him to 'wake up'.

The pack surrounded a picnic table, you sat between Stiles and Isaac, as Lydia sat between Scott and Allison. "What do you call when someone comes back from a near death experience and begins to see things?"

"And can't tell the difference between what's real and what's not." Stiles added, poking at the food on his plate, not really feeling hungry.

"And being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?" Allison spoke, she had confided in you and Lydia about her hallucination of seeing Kate and her mom trying to kill her, mainly Kate.

"They'll be locked up, cause everyone would think they're insane." Isaac replied, with a small shrug towards the pack's disapproved looks.

"Can you at least try and be helpful?"

Isaac let out a small growl. "I spent nearly all my childhood being locked in a freezer as a punishment," He grunted, rolling his eyes. "Forgive me for not being as helpful as you want, Stilinski,"

"Seriously dude, are you still milking that?"

"Stiles!" You yelled, shaking your head at him. "I know that you're exhausted and scared of what's happening you, to all three of you, but that's no excuse to being an asshole towards Isaac, especially something as traumatic as that!"

You noticed that Scott approaches a hesitant Kira, tilting your head as something was brewing between them, even Lydia could see it as well.

When Scott mentions about the word 'Bardo' which was the Tibetan word for the 'in between state."

A state between life and death.

...

After speaking to Deaton and finding out that the door between Scott, Stiles and Allison's minds were still ajar, which is why they were experiencing such dark and powerful hallucinations, their subconscious was trying to communicate with them to close it.

Sheriff Stilinski pulled up in the cruiser, his eyes never leaving Scott. "Dad?" Stiles called, stopping shortly. "What are you doing here?"

"I need your help," He spoke, turning to face Scott. "Well, actually I need Scott's help."

"Why me?"

Sheriff Stilinski sighed. "Because eight years ago an entire family died in a car accident, one of the young girls, Malia, her body was never found at the scene and the case never went anywhere," He spoke, handing over a photo of a mother and two little girls – you shivered as it was the same people from your dream as the coyote. "There is enough evidence to make me strongly think that a werewolf caused the accident and dragged her body away. I was thinking if you, Scott, could get a lock on her scent and maybe help find her body... it may provide some clue and also maybe Mr Tate would sleep better at night."

"She's not dead," You murmured, earning a small look from Sheriff Stilinski. "Trust me, Sheriff – Malia is alive."

...

Scott and Stiles followed you through the woods, where you stumbled across the car wreck that was too far down for it to be towed, Stiles pulled a very old, dirty and broken doll from the wreck; jumping as the doll still had a working voice box.

"Okay. That was freaky."

"Y/n?"

You just walked off in a daze, with Scott and Stiles following behind, soon the three of you stumble upon the den that you dreamt about for a few nights, it looked the same and you held up the jacket that Malia as the coyote used as a pillow.

"I told you that she was alive."

"Malia... is the coyote?"

"Werewolves, Kanimas, Banshees, clairvoyants and druids, you were quick to believe in Stiles," You teased, slightly laughing. "But werecoyotes is where you draw the line?"

"Werecoyotes... What's next Sirens and fairies?"

Scott motioned them to be quiet, his eyes darting about as they weren't alone, soon Rafael McCall and a small team of the sheriff station cornered them as they exited the den, you believed that Malia wasn't far behind.

...

Once again the pack was in the woods, planning to keep Mr Tate from killing the coyote who he believed killed his daughter, was his actual daughter – well, adopted, but still.

Stiles and Lydia took one way, following Scott and Isaac as they took off the moment a gun shot echoed with Allison close behind.

You were left by yourself, you decided to go back to the car wreck to see if you could find anything else – that when you received a frantic call from Stiles, he took the doll from the wreck and Malia followed them to return the doll to the wreck.

To Malia, the car wreck was like a grave and the doll, which belonged to her sister was the flowers.

And you were standing in the middle of the said grave.

Great.

Your body froze as there was a slight growl behind you, turning as you noticed Malia's coyote form standing front of you.

"Malia?" You whispered, as the coyote tilted it's head. "You're Malia, right?"

Another gun shot rang out in the air, Malia slightly whimpered, knowing that it was Mr Tate hunting her, you knelt on the ground, making Malia look at you in curiosity. "Go." You whispered, wanting her to run away, you picked up a random rock and threw it at the coyote, who snarled at you.

"Go!"

Suddenly something hit you in the shoulder, you yelled out in pain as the bullet was lodged in your shoulder, Malia let out a small whimper not wanting to leave but also took the chance to run in the direction where the gun shot came from.

"No! Malia!"

You began to give chase, not bothered about the wound in your shoulder as suddenly Scott came out of nowhere, tackling you both to the ground as he stared at Malia's coyote form and roared.

Another whimper escaped from Malia as she knelt down in submission, changing from a coyote to an eighteen-year-old, naked girl.

Malia, after a hot shower was still a little disoriented and feral, after being a coyote for so long, it was a surprise that she could speak – only a little, and that was only to you or Scott.

After a good amount of time removing the knots from her hair, you and Malia had bonded a little as you helped pick out something for her to wear, deciding to go with a loose fitted sundress so that she didn't feel too restricted.

You watched from the back of the police cruiser as Noah reintroduced Mr Tate to his daughter, Stiles then let out a small laugh, earning your attention.

"I can read again!"

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Animals - Deucalion

Summary: He had a well thought out plan, he spent months researching the members of Derek's pack and Scott – what he didn't expect was you.

Pairing: Deucalion x Fem! Phoenix Reader

Warnings: Obsession, stalking, blood, teasing, fingering, you lowkey love the attention

A/n: This was requested over on Ao3 by a guest.

Baby I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals Animals Like animals-mals Maybe you think that you can hide I can smell your scent for miles Just like animals Animals Like animals-mals Baby, I'm

Walking down the empty corridor towards the lift as you offered to return the books that Allison and Isaac borrowed from the library but the light, rhythmic tapping of something against the carpet coming down a hallway caught your attention.

Suddenly you practically ran into something hard – a chest, but you didn't fall to the ground, as muscular hands took hold of your waist, but something did drop to the ground, whatever the man held.

A walking cane, something that someone that was visionally impaired uses. Shit.

Letting out a small gasp, you quickly bent down to pick the cane up. "I'm so sorry, sir," You began, guilt washed over you as you assessed the cane for any damage. "Are you alright?"

"It's no problem," He reassured, taking hold of the cane, you offered back, his fingers brushing against yours. "Would be so kind to call for the elevator for me?"

"Of course." You replied, with a smile, pushing the call button. "Do you need a guide to wherever you are headed?"

The man smiled, bowing his head slightly. "If you wouldn't mind helping me to the exit, I have a driver waiting for me."

"Of course," You replied, as you both stepped into the elevator – ignoring the feeling you had about being alone with the man, in close quarters, but the man was blind, what was so dangerous about a blind man?

Once the doors opened to the ground floor, you offered the man your arm, smiling though he couldn't see it; that was when you decided to strike up a conversation. "Are you new to Beacon Hills?"

"No, though I am not from here exactly," He spoke as you guided him through the hotel, towards the exit. "My twin boys have shown keen interest in joining Beacon Hills's cross-country team, I am on the way to finish the transfer paperwork."

"Oh," You replied, with a smile. "I'm not on either of those teams, I'm more of a soccer player, but I'm sure that Coach would be happy to have them. If they transferred here, I guess they're not freshmen?"

"Juniors." He replied, with a small smile. "Perhaps you know them? Ethan and Aiden?"

You tilted your head, remembering if you had seen a fresh face or two, since they were twins. "No, sorry. Perhaps I would see them in school."

"Perhaps."

You both were near the exit, you immediately noticed a large, bald man standing near the curb beside an extremely nice car – was this the man's driver? He looked more like a bodyguard.

And the way he looked at you, made your skin crawl that you slightly shivered in disgust.

"We're about to walk through the exit and there's a small step, so just be careful." You murmured, guiding him towards the car. "And here we are, sir."

The man slowly released his hold on you, going back to using his cane, he then turned his head in your direction before hoping into the car.

"Thank you, for guiding me." He spoke; a small smile was across his face. "I'll see you around."

As the car drove off, there was that sinking feeling again, like the man was making a threat instead of being friendly.

...

Deucalion is perched upon a broken-down escalator, holding you by the throat as Scott came into view, his eyes widened as they landed on you.

"Let her go."

You don't even remember how you ended up here, all you remember was talking to Lydia and then Aiden came out of nowhere – that little shit.

"I think I'll hold on to her," He spoke, playing with your hair – did he seriously just sniff it? "Besides, you were supposed to come alone."

Scott glances at Isaac before he begins to apologize but then Derek walks out of the shadows, Deucalion laughs as his hold on your throat tightens, you literally feel his claws pierce your skin.

"Did you really believe that you both are a match for all of us?"

All of the Alpha pack came out of their hiding spots, Kali slid down a concrete pillar, leaving scratch markings behind, Ennis comes up another escalator and the twins were standing on the ledge of the upper floor.

"Did you really think we came alone?" Derek taunted, with a small laugh.

Boyd, Peter and Cora came out of the shadows.

A battle begins but it doesn't last long as Isaac and Boyd was immediately down, Cora had a broken arm and Peter... was somewhere.

Soon an arrow flies over Derek's head, landing in the shoulder of the merged twins, making them spilt, with Aiden having the arrow in his shoulder, Allison stood in the distance holding up another arrow.

This time, it struck Deucalion in the arm, making the Alpha snarl out in pain and fall, taking you with him.

Allison begins using flashbang arrows, Deucalion yells out for his pack to cover their eyes, even blind, the flashbangs seem to have some sort of effect.

He then glances over at you, as you crawl away from him, snarling Deucalion grabs hold of you. "Sorry, sweetheart."

He tears into your throat with his claws, watching as your body hit the floor, someone screams your name – Lydia.

The Alpha pack, minus Ennis, since he was currently dead along with Derek, watch in awe as your body suddenly combust and turn into charred ashes.

"Well," Deucalion spoke, turning to face Miss Morrell as she handed him his walking cane as the Twins carried Ennis body. "That's new."

...

You stepped into the hot water of the shower of the motel room that Deaton rented out for the night, a soft groan left your lips as the soot from the ash was rinsed away, Stiles had left to go get food from whatever gas station was open or vending machine.

There was rustling noise, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, you turn to peer into the darkness but saw nothing.

"Stiles?"

Stepping out of the shower, you barely had time to fully cover yourself with the provided towel, when someone pinned you against the wall – you were staring into the eyes of a demonic werewolf.

Deucalion.

"Now, this is something," He growled as his face morphed back into his human one, though his eyes still stayed the same. "I guess Miss Morrell wasn't lying after all. You are a Phoenix."

"A what?"

Deucalion chuckled, noticing the water on your skin begin to evaporate due to the phoenix fire in your body. "You truly don't know what you are, y/n? Why you came back from the dead after I killed you?" He taunted, a clawed hand running down your body and stopped by your waist. "A Phoenix. The rarest of Supernatural beings. Their tears can heal all wounds and their blood – can bring back the dead. That's how Ennis survived, your blood was still on my hands..."

His hands roamed over your body as if he could see where everything was, even though he was blind, you pushed slightly against his hold but that only made things worse.

"You've awoken something in me, y/n,"" He whispered in my ear, making me slightly shiver. "When we first met. I knew there was something about you..."

Pressing a hard kiss against your lips, Deucalion trailed soft kisses down your neck and across the chest.

You let out a soft hiss as you felt sharp canines pierce your shoulder, noticing that you were distracted, Deucalion slipped two fingers inside making you gasp out in protest.

"You are delicious," He purred, licking the corner of his lips as his demonic, red eyes widened. "... Pure... Innocent..."

A small smirk danced across his face. "A virgin."

You felt your cheeks heat up from the embarrassing moment of Deucalion finding out that you were a virgin, thankfully that the Darach never took you as a human sacrifice.

"So?" You slightly snap, trying your hardest in appearing unbothered. "Is there a problem with that?"

"We shall finish this later," He whispered, pressing another forceful kiss against your lips. "Mark my words, y/n..."

He was gone as quickly as he came, you let out a soft whimper as you felt... empty?

Stiles appeared with a small handful of chips, munching on a small handful of gummy worms. "Everything okay, y/n?"

...

After saving Chris, Melissa and Noah from whatever Jennifer Blake/the Darach had planned, groaning as you removed the wet and mud-covered clothing, wanting nothing better than sleep.

"Hello there, y/n."

You let out a scream at Deucalion's voice, throwing the closest thing you could reach at him, which was a shoe; he chuckled as he dodged the shoe entirely.

Your mouth falls open as he steps forwards, eyes no longer red – wait, how?

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," He murmured, with a smirk. "Though I was correct about your hair being red, being a Phoenix and all that."

"Wh... What are you doing here?" You asked, finally finding your voice.

"Remember my promise?" Your face slightly paled, as a small smirk danced across his face as he began to slowly approach you. "I keep my promises, y/n."

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Too Much - Liam Dunbar

Summary: You put on a little 'fashion' show to get Liam's opinion and to get his mind of his break up with Harper; things get heated.

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, teasing, flashing

I-I, I should've seen the signs

You could never look me in the eye

I-I, I put you in the sky, oh

It's so like you to put me down, down, down

If you say I'm too much, baby, go find less

If you can't keep up, stay below, I guess

If I'm such a big deal, maybe you're too little

Ooh, ooh, it's tough, I'm too, too, too much for you, babe

Oh-ah, oh-ah, baby, I ain't under pressure

Oh-ah, oh-ah, gather up, return to sender

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It had been an entire month since Harper left Beacon Hills with her sister, and Liam was still in a slight broody mood – no matter what you and Mason did, even Theo tried helping, though all Theo did was piss Liam off.

You had an idea, inviting Liam over for a study session, like you both have done a lot.

Liam stood on your doorstep, holding several small packages, all addressed to you. "These were on the porch."

"Omg!" You giggled, unable to contain your excitement, taking the bundles from Liam. "I almost emailed them wanting a refund."

Liam let out a small laugh, not as excited as you were about the packages. "Oh, yay." He then noticed some of the labels, a blush danced across his cheeks as you glanced at what he saw – lingerie.

"What... What's in the packages?"

"Clothing," You replied, with a small shrug. "Mostly."

"Oh."

You roll your eyes, smiling as your plan with Mason to distract Liam was beginning to take effect, as you notice that Liam discretely readjusted himself on your mattress, making himself comfortable.

"I know that we are supposed to be studying, but you don't mind if I try some of this on right now, do you?" You ask, giving your best innocent face. "I got a date soon, and I need to see what suites me best."

"No," Liam replies, waving his hand. "No, it's fine."

"Really? Are you sure?" You replied, with a squeal of delight. "Great! You can help me decide on what to keep, give your honest opinion, Liam."

"Like a fashion show?"

"Something like that," You reply, schooling your expressions as your fingers tore into the plastic wrapping of the first package, pulling out random article of clothing.

You disappear behind the screen divider; Mason came over earlier and helped adjust the mirror slightly so that Liam had a good view of your naked form.

Starting lightly, so that Liam doesn't end up having a heart attack, you stepped out in a little black dress that was a little scandalous.

"So?" You asked, stepping out from behind the screen. "What do you think?"

"Wow," Liam's eyes grows wide as they landed on the scandalously short, black dress that was a little tight around your form. "Just... wow."

"Cute, right?"

"Yeah," He replied, a little stunned. "You should keep that one."

You went through different article of clothing, some were normal everyday wear, others were evening dresses – one was very risky. A dark crimson dress with a thigh high slit that had a built-in corset, you asked Liam for help in tightening the laces.

You notice that Liam had shifted slightly on the bed, putting a pillow in his lap, now it was time for the second part of the plan.

Lingerie.

"What about this one?" You spoke, stepping out in a lacey, black nightgown that barely covered your ass, you innocently played with the ribbon of the matching robe. "Do you think it fits right?"

The pencil in Liam's hand suddenly broke, he blinked and slightly hummed. "Huh... What?"

"I swear if I bend over, my girls are just going to spill out." You innocently spoke, running your fingers over the material, watching in the mirror as Liam traced your hands with his eyes. "What do you think?"

"You... You could uh... test it out?" He blinked, shifting slightly. "If you want."

A small smirk danced across your face as you bent down, making sure that your ass was directly in line with Liam's eyesight, you swore that you heard a small groan escape from his lips as you leaned back up and began doing some jumping jacks.

"Hm," You breathlessly replied, spinning back to look in the mirror. "I'll have to put it in the maybe pile."

Liam just blinked, a small flush of colour was evident on his face as he shifted, again, on your bed.

"If you want," He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

He is adorable.

Slipping back behind the screen, you change into the last item – if this doesn't make Liam make a move, you don't know what will.

Scandalously short, sheer and in Liam's favourite colour- red, your perky nipples weren't the only thing on display now as the matching thong was also sheer, showing off your shaven pussy and puffy lips.

"Oh... fuck..." Liam let out, as his eyes widened the moment you stepped into view, you completely ignore him as you glanced at your reflection. "Y/n?"

"Hm?"

You listened as he shuffled to his feet, watching as he came closer, that you slowly – painstakingly, turn around to fully face him.

"Get on the bed."

You blinked, glancing down at the outfit your wearing. "I'm sorry, what?"

Liam's eyes flashed gold for a few seconds, making you lightly gasp as the thong you wore became wet.

"I can smell you..." He growled, grabbing hold of your hand. "Get. On. The. Bed."

A breathless whimper escaped from your lips as he kisses you, a little roughly but you didn't mind.

"Liam?" You mumbled, breaking the kiss as he flung you onto the bed, effectively cutting you off as he hovered above you, now shirtless as his fingers worked their way down your body, pulling aside the thong as he teased your aroused pussy. "Liam – we both know this isn't our first time, but I can give you a hand job or even a blow -..."

"Y/n?"

You blinked as he leaned forwards. "Just shut up and let me fuck you, please."

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Jealousy - Theo Raeken

Summary: You were meant to be a pawn in his plans to hurt Scott, but when he saw you dancing – something awakens inside of him. Jealousy.

Pairing: Theo Raeken x McCall Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking.

Chest now, he takes off her Dress now, let me go 'Cause I just can't look, it's killing me They're taking control Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis But it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside

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Harper dragged you to the dance floor, wanting you to let lose since you found out that you were on the list of people that had an organ transplant and the Dred Doctors would come after you soon, like they had done with Tracy.

Moving your hips to beat of the music, you couldn't help but feel eyes on you – glancing towards the bar, there was an unknown boy there, just staring at you.

Theo.

Harper was distracted with Liam, more like trying not to be distracted as she moved across the dancefloor away from Liam – who followed her like a lost puppy.

A guy moves closer to you now that Harper left, a little too close for your comfort, you noticed that Theo's jaw locked as he watched the both of you get closer together.

Was he getting jealous?

A smirk danced across your face, letting the unknown guy run his hands over your hips and butt as the song switches into a slow-paced tempo, you leaned close to your dance partner. "I'm going to get a drink."

You sauntered over towards the bar, locking eyes with Theo as you approached the bar, ordering a drink – thank god that you have a passable, fake ID.

He just stood there, body locked firmly into place as he stared at you – waiting until the bartender turned their back, you finally acknowledge Theo.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine, y/n."

Rolling your eyes as you thanked the bartender for your drink, as you teasingly ran your tongue around the tip of the straw of the cocktail before sucking it, noticing how tense Theo had gotten.

"Hm, I don't think you are." You spoke, toying with the umbrella as you kept your eyes with him. "There's something different... about you."

Theo let out a soft growl, one that sent a shiver down your spine, as he stepped closer to you; leaning over you as he was at least a foot taller.

"You're being a tease," He murmured.

"Don't be jealous, Theo," You smiled, stepping on your tip toes as you closed the distance between your lips and his. "It doesn't suit you."

You pull away only for him to snake his arm around your waist, holding you close to him. "I am not jealous."

"Whatever, helps you sleep at night, Theo." You replied, rolling your eyes, noticing your dance partner still on the dancefloor. "Well, if you don't mind... I'm going to go dance."

The unknown guy began to approach but stopped as Theo gave him a warning glare that made the guy go in the opposite direction, you pouted as Theo gave you a small smug smile.

"Guess you don't have a dance partner anymore."

You let out a laugh, pulling yourself away from Theo's hold. "Who said I needed a dance partner?"

Theo clenched his jaw again, as he watches you walk to the dancefloor again, moving your body to the slow, upbeat tempo of the beat as you moved your hand through your hair.

Before you could get back into the grove of things, Theo's arm snakes around your body again and pulled you close to his body.

"We need to get out of here."

You arched an eyebrow, head tilted slightly. "And why is that?"

"I don't think I can keep my hands off you for much longer," Theo growled, eyeing the males that populate the dancefloor. "And I don't want to kill these pathetic humans for staring at you like you're a piece of meat."

You let out a small laugh, eyeing the men that were loitering around the dancefloor, staring at you and Theo – Liam included.

"Guess we're going to see if you can control your inner wolf as much as you think you do." You teased, sauntering further into the crowded dance floor, gesturing him to follow with a wriggle of your finger.

"You little minx." Theo hissed, smirking as he followed you. "I swear you'll be the death of me."

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Aphrodisiac - Scott McCall

Summary: After being poisoned by synthetic wolfsbane, you come seeking Scott's help, only for the effects to take a sudden turn in a way both of you didn't expect.

Pairing: Scott McCall x Beta! Reader

Warnings: Sexual content (smut), fingering, excessive use of language, Alpha! Scott McCall (MINORS DO NOT INTERECT)

What a wicked game to play to make me feel this way

What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you

What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way

What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you

And I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)

No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)

With you

Sneaking into the McCall's house was easy enough, since they hardly lock their front door – since the house became another safe haven for Scott's pack to hang out, the patrol should've been a piece of cake since there were hardly any Supernatural creature lurking in the dark; somehow the hunters missed that memo, and you were hit with a dart.

You could feel the poison slowly make it's way through your bloodstream, your body was on fire, and you were feeling things that you weren't meant to be feeling – what the fuck did they hit you with?

You smelt the dart that you removed, with a little difficulty, and growled as wolfsbane hit your nose but it didn't smell like your typical wolfsbane.

You needed help in removing the poison, Stiles faints at the sight of blood, Malia was off somewhere with Peter, Derek was too focus on his own problems and Lydia would call Scott or Stiles to help.

So, you chose to go to Scott, since he was the Alpha of the pack and you were a part of his pack, ever since Peter bit you that random time you jogged pass the high school.

You stood in Scott's bedroom, watching Scott's chest rise and fall, nibbling on your bottom lip as he stared at his very toned body and wondered how it would feel clawing at hit.

Controlling your breathing, you slightly nudge Scott with your foot, his eyes immediately snapped open and flashed: scanning the room for any threats before setting his eyes on you.

"Y/n?" He spoke, rubbing sleep from his eyes as you noticed that he was only wearing boxers, and you could see the outline of his – "Are you okay?"

"I think I've been poisoned," You blurt out, your body began to shiver and sweat caked your forehead as your body felt hot, really, really hot. "I went on patrol, I know what you're going to say about going out alone... But I was dying of boredom just doing nothing."

Scott was on his feet in seconds, coming to your side, he searched your body for any sign of being wounded, the feel of his hands on you made goosebumps appeared on your skin.

"What do you feel?" He murmured, checking your forehead, he was so close... too close for you to think straight. "Y/n?"

"Like my body is on fire, I can't really focus on anything and..." You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling it heat up at your embarrassment.

"And?"

You sighed. "Aroused."

Scott choked on the glass of water that he was drinking from, eyes wide at your answer. "Wha... What?"

"Aroused." You replied, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Like I need cock now or I would die. I am fighting from jumping on you and riding you like – fuck!"

You quickly head for the bedroom door, but Scott had beaten you to it, he kept the door shut as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Scott... please..." You pleaded, feeling the heat between my legs as he stood in my way. "I need to go..."

"You have some sort of wolfsbane in your bloodstream, y/n," He whispered, his body towering over you as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. "And from the symptoms you're currently experiencing, I don't think you should be alone."

"And how do you expect staying here would help me?"

A soft smirk danced across his face. "I could distract you."

You arched an eyebrow. "How?"

Letting out a soft gasp as Scott pushed you up against the door, pinning you there as he crashes his lips against yours, a soft moan escaped from you as Scott pulled off your shirt, throwing it in a random direction as he played with your breast that was being held by a red laced bra.

He trailed soft kisses down your neck and across your shoulders, you let out a soft hiss as you felt him leave a small love bite behind, his erected member pushed against your thigh as he found your lips again as you felt his hand travel down to where your wet sex was.

"Do you want this?" He whispered, rubbing against your clit as you let out a small whimper. "You do, don't you? I can smell it."

You softly nodded as his hand finally slipped into your panties, smirking as you trembled as he inserted two fingers inside with no warning.

"Scott..." You whimper out as he curled his fingers against your tender spot. "Please..."

"Please what?" He taunted; his breath hot against your skin as you bit down from the rising sensation between your legs. "Hm?"

"Please... Fuck me!"

"Don't cum just yet," He growled, ever so gently stroking your hair as Scott's eyes flashed red for a few seconds, as your body shook against him as you were about to hit your euphoria. "Now, cum for me."

His fingers soaked as you squirted around him and Scott fucked you with his fingers, covering your mouth so that you don't make too much noise as you rode through your orgasm.

Your legs began to tremble as you both were trying to catch your breath, Scott gave you a small smile before taking you by the hand, throwing you onto the bed.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Hovering over you, Scott pulled your under off and it randomly was thrown somewhere in his room, you let out a moan of pleasure as he entered you again, this time with his cock.

"Oh... god..."

Scott groaned, closing his eyes. "You feel so good."

The thrusts were slow at first, then became harder and faster, your lips trailed kisses along his neck, leaving small hickeys in some places.

"Fuck, yes... yes..."

Scott let out a small chuckle. "Such language," He whispered, as he slammed into you, making your body tremble. "Maybe I should punish you, hm?"

Without warning, Scott flipped you over and realigned himself, entering again this time harder and faster as he curled, you're her around his hand and pulled, yanking your head back.

You leaned backwards, head leaning into his shoulder as Scott held you in place by the throat, leaving small bites all over your skin; your eyes roll back as the intensity skyrockets.

"Cum for me," Scott whispered in your ear, changing the angle that drove to almost insanity as you both could sense that he was about to release as well. "Come on, baby, cum for me."

You let out another moan as Scott began to play with your clit, finally the orgasm hit and Scott fucked you right through it.

"Fuck..." He groaned, as you felt his seed being shot inside, it was hot and sticky and some even dripped on your legs.

Both of you just laid there, allowing the intensity to subside as you both tried to catch your breath.

"So, how do you feel? Do you think you're cured?"

You let out a laugh, turning to face him as a smirk danced across his face. "I think, I could go another round – just to be safe."

Scott let out a chuckle, pulling you on top as he kissed your lips. "Just to be safe."

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Shameless - Stiles + Void Stiles

Summary: Stiles turns up in your room after the blacklight party, things gets heated between you both.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x McCall Reader

Warnings: Sexual content (smut), oral, fingering, excessive use of language, 'daddy' kink, manipulation (Void Stiles), aggression, obsession, domination, you lowkey like the attention

There's just inches in between us I want you to give in, I want you to give in, oh There is tension in between us I just wanna give in And I don't care if I'm forgiven

Returning home from the blacklight party at Derek's loft, I glanced at the lines that was painted across my body, I had tempted Stiles into painting my body as he spoke to Caitlin, the woman that recently just lost her girlfriend to the Darach as a virgin sacrifice.

The three of us were dancing really close, there were times that my hand would brush against Stiles's thigh, if he likely had noticed then he said nothing as he probably mistook it as me being tipsy.

The amount of people that turned up, squeezed Stiles and I together, our bodies was literally against each other, I could feel his slight erection against my butt; again, he chalked it up to us being almost trampled on an overcrowded dance floor – and then I saw him kiss Caitlin, it shouldn't bothered me, but it did.

Now I'm home, alone as mom had a shift at the hospital and my brother, Scott, was going to stay back at Derek's with his girlfriend, Kira.

Walking out from my bathroom, gasping in fright Stiles stood in the doorway of my bedroom. "Jesus, Stiles!" I snapped, holding my hand over my heart. "Wear a bell!"

"That show you put on back at Derek's," He mumbled, giving me a small look. "I didn't like it."

I arched an eyebrow. "You mean the dancing?"

Stiles took my chin with his thumb and index finger, eyebrows furrowed together. "No. You know what I am talking about."

"Actually," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I don't."

Stiles roughly shoved me against the wall, cornering me there as his dark, piercing eyes held me there – there was something beneath those eyes, something dark.

Something evil.

"Stiles?"

"I wonder," He whispered, playing with a lock of my hair. "Do you like it rough?"

My breath hitched as I stood there with my mouth hanging slightly open. "I think... I think you should leave, Stiles – it's clear that you're drunk."

"I don't think you really want me to, do you?" He purrs softly in my ear, his body slightly towering over my small frame, he then made a grab for my breast under my t-shirt and gave it a squeeze.

There was a slight heating sensation pooling between my legs, that I thought it was a fever dream that my crush and my brother's best friend was in my room – right now.

"I think you wanted this to always happen," He whispered, rubbing against my clit as I let out a small whimper. "You do, don't you?"

I softly nodded as I leaned into his neck as his hand finally slipped into my panties, Stiles began to nibble on my neck as his fingers slowly teased my soaked pussy by entering two fingers inside.

"Oh... my... god... Stiles..." I whimpered out, as he curled his fingers so expertly against my tender spot

"Then show me," Stiles whispered into my ear as his fingers moved in deeper, making me whimper out in pleasure. "Show me how much you want this."

"Please... Stiles..." I whimpered, not really knowing what I was begging for.

Before I know what was happening, Stiles presses his lips against my own in a hungry motion, he then stepped back and walked to the bed, sitting on the edge leaving me with a flushed face and tingling lips.

"Come on, y/n," He purrs, patting his lap, I immediately eyed his erected member. Nibbling my bottom lip, I slowly approached and knelt down in front of him.

He helps me by removing his jeans and belt, I let out a small gasp as soon as his erected, thick cock sprung out of his boxers, just as I was to put it into my mouth, Stiles leans forwards and kissed me again, this time he took my bottom lip in between his teeth and roughly pulled, making let out a soft hiss.

"Stop being a tease," I spoke in a sultry tone and pouted, which made his cock twitch.

Letting out a smile as he laid back, I took hold of his erected member, giving it soft, kitten-like licks, I look at him as his chest began to rise and fall from heavy breathing, taking a moment before I fully take him in my mouth and began to gentle suck.

"Fuck..." Stiles rasps as his fingers interlocked within my hair, gently tightening as he urged me further own, I bobbed my head up and down, listening to his moans.

"Stop, y/n..." Stiles groaned, his hand at the nape of my neck, a small smirk upon his face. "Do you really want to finish me off so quickly without me tasting you?"

I let out a small gasp as Stiles, gently, threw me onto the bed, pulling my underwear to the side; I thought he was going to insert his fingers again but to my surprise Stiles did something else.

He lifted a leg over his shoulder, keeping the other in it's place as he spread my legs wide and began to lick my wet opening with his tongue, making me cry out.

"Jesus..." I mewled, my back arching as he continued to flick his tongue against my opening as he began fucking me with his tongue. "Oh fuck... Stiles..."

"Stiles! Jesus... oh fuck..." My voice was getting louder, Stiles quickly placed his hand over my mouth as an orgasm was about to hit, but Stiles pulled away and I looked at him with bewilderment. "Wha..."

"Turn over."

I let out a yelp as Stiles's hand smacked me on my rear end, his cock pressing against my opening as I bit my bottom lip.

Stiles slid inside me without warning, slamming his cock into my body as I cried out immediately, arching my back. Stiles took hold of my hair, pulling it hard to the point that my head yanked backwards to rest on his shoulder.

"Rough enough for you?" Stiles taunts, placing a hand around my throat and gave it a squeeze, I couldn't give him a direct answer as I was fully focused on how he slammed into me.

I let out another cry as Stiles's hand came across my soaked pussy. "I asked a question, y/n..."

"Yes..." I breathed out, biting into the bedsheets on my bed. "Yes... Daddy."

His hands gripped into my hips, knowing me, I would have bruises the next day. "What did you say?"

My face was pressed into the mattress as I let out a scream of pleasure. "I said... yes... Daddy."

I could feel Stiles's smirk as he continued to pound into me harder and faster, hitting my spot over and over again, I closed my eyes as my thighs began to tremble from the building euphoria.

"Oh... god, Stiles..." I whimper as he growled, darkly as he thrusted once more before letting out a groan, I felt his seed hit inside me as I rode my last orgasm.

We stayed there for a few moments, catching our breaths before Stiles took me into his arms and we laid in my bed, cuddling up to each other.

"That..." I breathed out, my fingers running along his arm that held my waist. "Was something."

"Hope I didn't disappoint."

I shook my head, closing my eyes as sleep overtook me. "I love you, Stiles."

By the trick of the light, I swear there was dark, twisted smirk on his face. "I love you too."

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Catch You - Deucalion

Summary: Deucalion has obsession with destroying your potential in becoming a 'True Alpha', he corners you outside a nightclub where obsession turns into desire.

Pairing: Deucalion x Beta! Reader

Warnings: Sexual content (smut), fingering, public sex, oral, biting, blood, some excessive language.

Run to where you want, run to where you want I am gonna find you There ain't no distance far enough My love's gonna find you Run to where you want, run to where you want But may I remind you There ain't no engine fast enough My love's gonna catch you

I hadn't meant to stray so far away from the safety of the pack, but the noise of the club and the fact that my Alpha was too busy being... well a guy, the smell of sweat, sexual desire and jealousy was too overwhelming, so some fresh would do me some good.

The sound of a cane tapping against the cement before the scent of death reached my nose, I was suddenly pulled into an alley-way and roughly shoved against the wall by another Alpha – I could feel his power rolling off him.

Deucalion.

Fuck.

"Now what's a little pup like you doing out here, all alone?" Deucalion whispered in my ear, as he spun me around to face him – the dress I wore did nothing for me as the material rose up.

"Leave me alone." I snapped, folding my arms across my chest as he moved closer, I didn't want to show that I was afraid – but I knew he could sense it, he always did.

Both of our chest brushed against each other, I lightly shivered as my nipples perked up through the dress.

"Do you really want me to?" He purred, removing a lock of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear, as he then went to grab hold of one of my breasts.

I let out a faint gasp, pushing against his chest to shove him out the way but to advil, he was stronger than I was – a lot stronger.

"Still haven't heard you say no, y/n," He whispered, tugging on my nipple with a hard pinch, Deucalion then laughed. "You know, I saw the way you looked at Ennis."

"L... looking at him?" I asked, confusion written across my face, the entire pack was looking at Ennis, since he came with Deucalion to talk with my Alpha.

He let out a soft chuckle, his hands still roamed my body as if he could see where everything was, even though he was blind. "He wanted to take you, right then and there, we both did." He laughed, as his hand slid under my dress, stopping at the red lace underwear. "You've awoken something in me, when I saw you standing there in that sexy, white nightie."

I tried to move away from his hold; it only made him push me up against the wall. "You're my favourite in this pack." He hummed, as we both sensed my arousal, my underwear was completely soaked. "Imagine what you could do as an Alpha..."

"I... What?"

Deucalion was many things, a master manipulator was one of them, but he wasn't a liar, not that I remember.

"Hmm, I think you wanted this," He whispered, rubbing against my clit as I let out a small whimper. "You do, don't you?"

I softly nodded as I leaned into his neck as his hand finally slipped into my panties.

"Good girl." Deucalion purred, nibbling on my neck now with a smirk spreading across his face. His fingers slowly teased my soaked pussy some more. His free hand moved to gently stroke my cheek and this time I leaned into it, seeing a chance, he slipped two fingers inside.

"Oh... my... god..." I whimpered out, as he curled them so expertly against my tender spot. "You are so tight." Deucalion continued to whisper into my ear as his fingers moved in deeper, making me whimper out in pleasure. "And already so wet... I am going to enjoy this."

"Please..." I whispered out, hardly remembering what I was begging for.

The sound of my wetness echoed out in the empty alley as the Demon Alpha wolf only smirked, deadly, he didn't want to break me so easily like he had broken so many before...

He grabbed my hair, which only tighten me around his fingers, he let out a dark laugh. "Ah, so you like that, do you?"

Pressing a hard kiss against my trembling lips, Deucalion lowered the straps of my dress and bra, he trailed soft kisses down my neck and across my chest.

"Yeah, you are definitely my favourite." He spoke, before leaning forwards and hungrily took a nipple in between his teeth and sucked.

I let out a soft hiss as his sharp canines pierced my skin, I felt my eyes rolling back as his fingers still worked their magic, I felt the wetness run down my thigh.

"You are absolutely delicious, y/n..." He purred, licking up the blood that seeped out from the bite he left behind. "So delicious... So, innocent..."

There he tasted it, a dark look came across his face as his red, demonic eyes looked into my own.

"A virgin she-wolf in a male dominated wolfpack," He purred, as I whimpered out a small moan. "That was unexpected."

"Deucalion..." I whimpered out, there was movement towards our right – shit. It was my Alpha looking for me. "Please..."

"Cum for me," He purrs, ever so gently stroking my hair as a flash of jealousy moved through my Alpha's eyes.

I whimpered into his ear; not knowing what was happening right in front of me as he quickened his pace, I shook against him some more as an orgasm ripped through.

His fingers soaked as I squirted around him and Deucalion fucked me right through it.

"Hmm, so good." He whispered, smirking as my Alpha stepped closer.

There was an animalistic growl coming from my Alpha's lips, hating himself as he enjoyed the scene before him as Deucalion brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them cleaned.

"Kneel down, baby," He whispered, helping me down to my knees. "Good girl."

Before I could comprehend what was happening, Deucalion pushed his erected cock into my mouth, I let out a soft moan as I began to suck.

"Fuck..." He rasped out, no longer being able to hold back as he fucked my mouth, his fingers interlocked with my hair, bucking his hips forwards and pushed his erection deeper into my mouth.

He loudly growls as we could both sense that he was close, Deucalion pushed forwards one more time as my eyes closed shut feeling his seed sew into my throat, milking him dry.

"Thanks, baby girl," He purrs, removing himself from my mouth with a loud 'pop'. "Until next time."

I stayed in the alley way, trying to catch my breath when my Alpha comes to my side, helping me to my feet.

"Jesus, you're a mess." He growled. "Go home, y/n and clean yourself up – you reek of him."

I slowly nodded my head; it was here that I noticed that I was no longer wearing my underwear – when did I remove them?

Wait.

Did Deucalion steal my underwear?!

Fuck....

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Strength - Allison Argent

Summary: Ever since knowing about the Supernatural, Allison feels helpless and against her parent's wishes, she turns to one person – you.

Pairing: No pairing. Allison x Argent Reader

Warnings: Girl empowerment, sparring/fighting, guilt-tripping

And all those things I didn't say Wrecking balls inside my brain I will scream them loud tonight Can you hear my voice this time? This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

I knocked on Allison's door, standing in the doorway as she hurried around the room, I noticed that she was holding back tears.

"Everything, okay?"

She looked up at me, there a bunch of emotions hiding between those brown eyes of hers, her bottom lip trembled.

"Scott has been lying to me... my par... parents have been lying to me!"

Walking into her room with my arms open, I could tell that she needed comfort and since Chris was going on hunting patrols with ate, Victoria was doing her own thing – I was the only adult left to give her that.

"What happened?" I asked, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. "You can talk to me, Allison."

"I know that our family are hunters of the Supernatural, Y/n." Allison replied, laying her head on my shoulder. "Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent. Kate told me and the rest I figured out myself."

I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes. "That is Gerard's idea of what our motto should stand for, Kate and your parents believe it, but I don't."

Allison looked at me with wide eyes. "Then what do you believe in?"

"Gerard believes all Supernatural creatures needs to be put down, now because Scott is a werewolf, do you think he needs to be killed?"

Allison shook her head. "And Lydia, she's sweet," I added, glancing at the photos of Allison and her friends on her dressing table. "I'm not sure what Supernatural she is, but she was bitten by an Alpha, the same Alpha that we're positive that bit Scott."

I felt Allison's eyes on me as I paced in her room. "And Derek – Yes, he killed a person, cause of the colour of his eyes but we don't know if it was in self-defence."

Pinching the bridge of my nose as I sighed, sitting back on the bed. "Do not repeat a word of this, but I created a new motto, for myself."

"What is it?"

"Protégez ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes."

A small smile came across Allison's face. "Protect those that cannot protect themselves, I like that motto better."

"Good, now come on." I replied, with a smile. "You got a lot of pent-up anger, better release some of it before it turns into I.E.D. I know a kid who has that, and he has control issues, it isn't pretty."

Xxx

We were in my loft, the one that I rent under a different name into downtown Beacon Hills, it wasn't much but there was a bathroom and bedroom on the upper level, a small kitchen and a large lounge room that had a great view of the city.

Allison was dressed in some athletic wear that I let her borrow, she stared at the punching bag, confused.

"What am I supposed to be doing?"

I let out a small laugh, guiding Allison stance. "Now strike right here." Allison's eyes widened when she punched the bag, letting out a laugh as she felt the anger towards everything that was happening began to slip away with every punch.

"You're a quick study." I replied, with a smile. "That would be useful on the field, when you have more training."

Tying my hair up, we both got into stances as we faced each other, Allison went for a move and I blocked her easily, she counter attacked with a surprise punch to my face.

"Oh god, y/n!"

Holding my hand up, as there was a cut on my lip. "It's fine, Allison, no harm, no foul."

We sparred a few more times, each time Allison got a good punch in and I had a few swings as well, Allison would maybe have a few bruises, luckily, it's where she could hide them from her parents.

"So, who owns this place?"

"Me." I replied, munching on the ice cream tub we both shared. "Well, Miss y/n Valet does. Can't let my family know about this place just yet, it's my safe haven and it can be yours too, Allison."

"Valet, isn't that the last name of one of our ancestors?"

"Marie-Jeanne," I replied, nodding. "She married Henri Argent when the Beast of Gévaudan was defeated."

Allison sighs, looking down into the ice cream tub. "Where do you find the strength?"

I arched an eyebrow, giving her a small smile. "We're women, honey," I patted her hand. "The strength finds us."

Xxx

Allison showed up a few days later, her bottom lip trembling. "My mom's dead," She whispered.

"I know, honey," I replied, pulling her into a hug. "Your dad told me, I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"Why weren't you?" Allison whispered, slightly pushing me away. "You could've saved her!"

"You want someone to blame, Allison?" I snapped, arching an eyebrow. "You really want to know the truth? Your mother was trying to kill Scott, so Derek had to save him."

"And he bit my mother!"

"Yes, and you hunted down his pack for it!" I snapped, running my hands through my hair. "Your dad may still see you as a child, but I will not sugar coat it for you. This bloody family killed your mother, when a hunter gets bit, especially on a full moon, they have to take their own life."

Allison's eyes widened. "They... He never told me that."

"Gerard has a habit of twisting words to fulfil his own agenda," I murmured, rolling my eyes. "And now with Kate gone and now Victoria, he has his eyes set on you – to make the perfect hunter in his image."

"I don't... my friends..."

"He doesn't care about your wants," I replied, crossing my arms. "Gerard doesn't care that Scott is a teenage boy, all he sees is a monster that needs to be cut in half – as a warning to other werewolves out there."

"C... cut in half?"

I nodded. "What did you think that silver sword he carries around with him is for? Show and tell?"

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Daddy Issues: Part II - Chris Argent

Summary: When you turn up on the Argent's doorstep, wounded. One thing leads to another, and soon desire takes hold.

Pairing: Chris Argent x Hale Reader

Warnings: Blood, excessive use of language, light fluff turn aggressive sex, fingering, you lowkey enjoy his attention, daddy issues – MAJOR daddy issues.

And you be like "Baby, who cares?" But I know you care Bring it over to my place You don't know what you did, did to me Your body lightweight speaks to me I don't know what you did, did to me Your body lightweight speaks to me

I pulled in front of the Argent's house, one hand against the wound that was slowly healing but not fast enough, turning of the engine, I slowly got out of the car, hissing as pain flared through my body, causing me to stumble.

It was foolish to go on patrol alone, but the pack needed a break just for one night, unfortunately no one gave the memo to the rest the of the Supernatural creatures, true that the blood I wore mostly belonged to the beta of a rival pack that thought I was easy prey – too bad for him, that I wasn't.

If I return to the loft, Derek will probably chain me to my room, being all 'dad' like and Peter... well, it's Peter.

Glancing at my appearance, anyone could tell that I had been in a fight, my curls were a mess, my face bloody and dirty.

I slowly knocked on the front door, sensing that someone was home – hoping that someone was home as Argent's car was in the parking lot and Lydia mentioned that Allison was sleeping over with Kira.

I slightly stumbled forwards as the door was opened by Chris, he quickly grabbed me before I could fall to the floor. "Y/n?" He spoke, the smile on his face disappearing as he noticed my face and injuries. "What the hell happened to you?"

"A beta from a rival pack thought I was easy prey," I replied, with a shrug as he helped me to the couch, hissing from the pain. "I wasn't. Obviously."

I swear I saw the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk and then it fell as soon as it came, I was nothing more than Allison's friend to him, a menace to be controlled.

"And where did you meet this not so friendly beta?"

I shifted awkwardly on the couch, removing my shirt so that Chris could get a better look at the wound, that was slowly healing. "On patrol."

Chris arched an eyebrow, as if he was comprehending what I had just said. "You went on patrol, alone?"

"Oh, come on, Argent, even you agreed that the pack needed a break," I grumbled, lowering into the couch like a child getting scolded by her parent. "They're just kids, they deserve a night off from the supernatural crap and be dumb teenagers and do what usual dumb teenagers do – sleepovers, studying or whatever."

"Christ y/n, if you wanted to give them a break, you could've called me." Chris grumbled, glancing at the wound on my stomach, it was deeper then I thought, probably why it's healing slower than normal. "What do you need? What can I do to help?"

"First, I need a drink then a drink and maybe some company."

"Allison is over at Lydia's."

I arched an eyebrow, it too a few minutes for it to register in Chris's mind that I was talking about him.

"Oh." He whispered, sucking in a breath and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. "I guess I am the better option, granted that Derek or Peter doesn't come kicking my door down."

I let out a small laugh, wincing from the pain. "If I was any worse off, I would have visited Mama McCall."

"So why didn't you?"

A look of confusion danced across my face. "Huh?"

"Why did you come all the way here when Melissa was closer?"

I let out a groan, lowering myself into the couch. "I told you why... I just wanted some company."

Chris leaned forwards, my breath hitched in my throat – damn, he smelt good. "The truth, y/n."

"I needed somewhere safe," I replied, with an eye roll. "And you... feel safe."

My eyes darted between his eyes and lips. "Any maybe... just maybe I was looking for a friendly face after the shitty day that I had, why, is that a crime?"

Our faces were inches apart, I could sense that he wanted to kiss me, his heartbeat rose a little whenever he glanced at my lips.

"Fuck it." I grumbled, pulling him forwards and placed a kiss on his lips, there was no hesitation on his end either as he kissed me back, we fell back onto the couch as my fingers of one hand interlocked within his hair and the other wrapped around his neck.

"Shit," Chris spoke, putting a little distance between us. "We can't do this, y/n... I'm too old for you."

"And yet, I don't care," I growled, folding my arms across my chest. "I like you... a little more than I should, is that a crime?"

Pulling me forward to place a kiss on my forehead. "We'll talk more about whatever this is... after you have a shower."

Xxxx

Chris had given me a pair of Allison's shorts – I noticed that it was the same ones that I wore before, the scandalous pair, and one of his flannel shirts.

He assessed my injuries, some were healed, and the deeper ones were starting to heal.

I noticed that his fingers were slowly dancing across my shoulders, I let out a soft moan as he worked up my neck, letting out a small growl, I turned quickly pinning Chris to the bed and kissed him.

With quick movements, our clothes were discarded and thrown around the room in random directions, I straddled Chris's waist as he trailed kisses down my neck and over my shoulder.

"Are you sure?" Chris replied, groaning as I grinded against his erected member. "That you want this?"

"I know what I want." I replied, with a small smirk. "And you know, I always get what I want."

Chris then flipped us over, I felt his fingers reached down to my moisten sex and began to play, I leet out a moan as he chuckled. "Already so wet for me, baby girl."

Nibbling on my bottom as his fingers moved, sending shivers up my spine. "Fuck..."

Chris smirked, leaning down to kiss me again. "Such language..." He replied, standing hover over me and then he entered, I let out a gasp of surprise, my nails scratching along his back smirking as he hissed out in pain.

The thrusts were slow at first, then became harder and faster, my lips trailed kisses along his neck, leaving small hickeys in some places.

"Yes... yes..." I moaned, as we moved as one, our moans echoing loudly with the sound of skin hitting skin. "Fuck..."

"You feel so good, baby girl." Chris whispered in my ear, making goosebumps appear on my skin. "So good..."

Chris quickly covered my mouth as we heard the jiggling of keys, sounds like Allison had come home as there was a flick of the light in her room, I let out a soft muffled moan as a small orgasm hit, biting down on Chris hand as he hissed out in pain.

"Naughty." Chris growled, placing a hand around my throat and began to squeeze a little. "Guess, I have to punish you."

I let out a small giggle as I was flipped onto my stomach, Chris pulled me back towards him as he entered again, this time the thrusts were more aggressive and harder, Chris still had a hold of my throat as the other hand grabbed hold of my hair, pulling on it hard.

"Fuck... fuck..."

"Cum for me," Chris groaned, I could sense that he was close to releasing, he changed the angle, my eyes rolled to the back on my head. "Cum for me, baby girl."

I moaned loudly as I let out a massive orgasm, Chris then moaned as he released a few seconds later, he then laid on my back for a few seconds.

We laid on the bed, recovering from the waves of intensity, I turned to cuddle into his arms.

It was Chris moving in the bed that awoke me the next morning, I opened my eyes as a knock was heard.

"Dad, have you seen y/n? Derek hasn't heard from her since she left late last ni-"" Allison spoke, walking in and then immediately froze. "Oh."

I gave her a small, awkward wave as I covered my naked body with the bedsheets as Chris came out of the bathroom. "Allison..."

She held up her hand, eyes darting between Chris and myself. "I don't even want to know," She murmured. "But I am not calling you mom, y/n."

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I kissed a Girl - Lydia x Reader x Derek

Summary: A party game of 'Spin the Bottle' has everyone kissing everyone but when it was your turn, it lands on the residential 'Queen' of Beacon Hills High, Lydia Martin. And not to mention, the residential 'bad boy' Derek Hale makes a surprise appearance.

Pairing: Lydia Martin x Reader x Derek Hale

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drinking, light fluff/kissing.

I kissed a girl, and I liked it The taste of her cherry chapstick I kissed a girl just to try it I hope my boyfriend don't mind it It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean I'm in love tonight I kissed a girl, and I liked it I liked it

"You got to be kidding me," Lydia called over the loud noise of the music blaring through the speakers. "You never kissed anyone?"

I sheepishly shook my head, nibbling on my bottom lip as I tried to hide my flushing cheeks. "No."

"Wait, didn't you date Greenberg?" Jackson spoke, a smirk on his lips.

"For a whole twenty-four hours," I replied, rolling my eyes. "He barely could handle having a girl talk to him without passing out, let alone actually dating a girl."

That made him laugh, he placed a kiss on Lydia's lips before walking away to mingle with his friends on the lacrosse team, my eyes scanned the sea of people that were littering in Lydia's home and backyard, I locked eyes with an unfamiliar pair of blue eyes.

Damn, he was cute!

We both just stared at each other, like it was some staring contest as I tried to pinpoint where I had seen him before, Lydia then grabbed hold of me by the wrist, refocusing my attention on her.

"Come on!" She called, dragging me back inside as I tried to search for the cute guy again – he was talking with Allison, of course he was.

Allison was beautiful, why wouldn't he go for her?

"What are we doing?" I asked, as she pulled me into a small circle of familiar and unfamiliar faces.

"Playing spin the bottle, duh!" Lydia replied, as Jackson handed her a freshly empty beer bottle. "Okay, who goes first?"

"This was your game, Lydia," Danny replied. "You go first."

Lydia leaned forwards, spinning the bottle and it stopped random on... Of course, Jackson.

"Come here, babe."

They kissed for what seemed like forever, when they broke apart, I sarcastic clapped. "And they come up for air!" The small group laughed, as I ducked out of the way of the cushion that Lydia threw.

"Missed me," I teased, sticking my tongue out. "Okay, Jackson, it's your turn."

Jackson spun the bottle, which landed on Danny, Jackson gave him a small peck on the lips – not wanting to make it awkward.

Allison then appeared, looking a little hurt. "Are you okay, Ally?" I asked, patting the spot next to me.

"Scott was acting weird," She mumbled, leaning her head on my shoulders as everyone took their turn in spinning the bottle. "He was giving me so many mixed signals and when we were about to kiss, he ran off."

"Performance issues." Lydia lightly smacked Jackson, who rolled his eyes. "What? It can happen!"

That seemed to have made Allison laugh, it then dawned on me that I was the one to spin the bottle.

"Y/n, it's your turn." Lydia spoke, wriggling her eyebrows.

Taking a deep breath, I spun the bottle, just watching it spin until it landed... On Lydia.

Well. Fuck.

Jackson made a small 'whooping' sound, probably excited to see two girls kissing, he was such a teenaged boy.

"Pucker up, sweetheart." Lydia spoke, leaning forwards as our lips connected for a few moments and then we pulled away. "How was that for your first kiss?"

Jackson then let out a chuckle. "Awe, she's speechless."

"Shut up."

We played a few more rounds of spin the bottle, this time Allison joins in and the bottle lands on Jackson.

They awkward kiss for a few seconds, before Lydia spins the bottle and it lands on me, we both looked at each other in surprise as a small smirk came across Lydia's face.

We kiss again, but this time it went for a little longer and I swear that I could taste her strawberry lip gloss, we pulled apart as I got to my feet.

"I need a drink."

Xx

I stood at the table pouring myself some punch when I turned around, I almost spilt the entire contents on the unfamiliar yet familiar boy. "Oh my god!" I gasped grabbing hold of some napkins and wiped the sticky residue from his leather jacket. "I am so sorry."

"It's okay." He replied, with a small smile. "I should've watched where I was going."

Jesus... he is so cute.

He then held out his hand. "I'm Derek."

"Y/n." I replied, shaking his hand and then noticed that Allison was heading towards us.

"Hey Derek," Allison spoke, there was some sort of glint in Derek's eyes as he turned to face Allison. "Your offer to drive me home, is that still open?"

"Yeah."

Allison's eyes danced between Derek and me, I arched an eyebrow as a smirk danced across her face. "Can you drive y/n home as well? As she is in no fit to drive home herself."

"Huh? I'm fine..." I replied, downing the punch, which I found out was mixed with very potent and strong alcohol. "I can walk."

Derek's body tensed. "Sure. I can drive her home, no problem."

It was at this time that partygoers began to shuffle of home, Lydia was slightly tipsy as she stumbled towards us. "Y/n!" She called out, lightly laughing. "How was your first and second kiss?"

I could feel my cheeks turning red as Lydia turned to Derek, pointing at him. "I know you... You're Derek Hale. Hi."

I stepped forwards, taking hold of Lydia. "Okay, come on. Time for bed." I then turned to face Derek. "Could you... help? Lydia is heavier than she looks."

"Hey!" Lydia murmured slightly as Derek scooped her up in his arms and followed me up the stairs towards her bedroom. "Jackson is an ass... He left with 'the boys' to get drunk elsewhere."

I let out a soft sigh. "Good night, Lydia."

Lydia crawled into bed, muttering something so incoherent, I was surprised that it wasn't English.

The car ride home was quiet... A little too quiet, I then noticed that Allison had left her blazer behind.

"Allison left her jacket," I spoke, breaking the awkward silence between us, leaning over to show Derek. "We should turn around so I can give it to her."

"It's fine, y/n," Derek replied, taking hold of the jacket and out it back on the back seat. "I'll return it later."

I nodded my head as silence fell between us again. "My street is on the next turn up here."

As Derek pulled into my driveway, he turned to face me. "Was it true what Lydia said?"

My eyebrows furrowed, I looked at him, confused. "When?"

"Back at the party – that you never had a kiss before and Lydia was your first?"

I nibbled on my bottom lip. "Is it that obvious?"

Derek let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "I just comprehend that a beautiful girl like you never kissed anyone until tonight." He murmured. "Surely you had boyfriends in the past?"

"I've been asked out on dates, but I never accepted them," I whispered, with a small shrug. "Besides one, that only lasted for twenty-four hours, and we never even went on that date."

Derek simply stared at my face for a moment, especially my lips for a little longer than necessary, when caught he quickly turned his head to stare at the road.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I made a snap decision and moved closer towards Derek, thankfully sitting, Derek was about the same height, and I placed a kiss on his cheek, it left a soft tingling sensation on my lips.

"Thanks for the ride," I whispered, smiling as I got out of the car. "Good night, Derek."

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Phoenix - The Pack

Summary: You make a drastic decision to save your friends when the Oni attacks, that will leave the pack shaken to the core.

Pairing: The Pack x Reader (minor Derek x Stiles)

Warnings: Death, loss, survivor-guilt, nakedness.

Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Wearing our vintage misery No, I think it looked a little better on me I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

I stood with the rest of the gang as we all huddled under the eerily haunting ‘Oak Creek’ sign, the hair on the back of my neck stood up as my eyes scanned the surroundings, Isaac must have sensed my uneasiness since he gave my hand a gentle squeeze.

I carried some weapons that I may or may not have ‘borrowed’ from the Argents, but Allison didn’t seem to mind as she stepped into view, and Isaac reached to hold her hand.

He was like a love sick puppy, it was adorable but also a little sickening, the twins, Ethan and Aiden followed Scott as we all walked inside, the dead leaves crunching beneath our feet.

“I’m here to save my best friend,” I heard Allison speak, her confidence rolling of her in waves, which gave me some encouragement.

“And I came to save mine.” Scott replied, his eyes flickering to a deathly pale Stiles in Derek’s arms, I always wondered if they were ever going to admit that something was brewing between them.

Or were they both going to continue being oblivious to it, time would only tell.

“We came to save them both,” I spoke, all eyes fell onto me. “Both Stiles and Lydia are coming home.”

The events that had occurred lately in Beacon Hills had taken a toll on my friends, I could see it, from the Darach and the Alpha Pack recking havoc to the Nemeton’s revival of power – Deaton was right, the power of the Nemeton would attract the supernatural to Beacon Hills.

And now, we had to fight a Nogitsune, a dark and twisted Japanese spirit that feeds off chaos and pain, now thanks to Noshiko Yukimura, we had to fight the Nogitsune’s sidekicks, the Oni.

“We’re here for Lydia,” Scott voice carried with strong authority, his dark eyes scanning our faces. “We’re not leaving without her. We are not leaving until our pack is back together.”

xx

Nothing was going according to plan as soon as Scott and Stiles disappeared to save Lydia, things went to hell.

The Oni had divided and were attacking my friends, I skidded to a stop as an arrow pierced the Oni in front of me and it… disappeared?

I turned to see Allison standing not too far away with a triumph look on her face, my eyes winded as another Oni appeared, coming too fast and thrusted it sword towards Allison.

“Allison!” I screamed, rushing forwards and shoved the brunette out of the way, letting out a short breath of relief as she stumbled onto the cold, wet ground.

“Y/n, what the hell…”

“Sorry.” I shrugged, then it happened so fast, the piercing steel plunging into my back, hitting my lungs.

I could feel the air leave my lungs as I let out a small gasp of pain, and then as quickly as it came, the Oni ripped it’s sword from my torso, dropping me to the ground.

All the fighting had subsided, it was like the Oni and their current master did this to show that it was still in control of this sick, twisted game.

The anguish cry of my name echoed throughout the darkness of Oak Creek, and through blurred vision I saw Derek skidded to my side, pulling me into his lap as I felt safe in them.

“What did you do?!” Derek demanded, holding me close as he assessed the damage done. “Y/n… Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

“Y/N! Oh god… Oh god. No, no… No!” Scott whispered, kneeling down beside Derek. “This wasn’t supposed to happen... we were all supposed to go home…”

“Did… did you save Lydia?”

A small smile came across his face as Lydia came into focus, holding a weakened Stiles, her once neatly curls was a mess and her make-up was running, either from crying or the rain.

“I can’t take it away,” Derek whispered, looking over at Scott, as he desperately held my hand, they stared at Derek’s arm, expecting to see the dark veins appearing.

“It’s okay,” I reassured Derek, a light smile upon my face as I could feel my mouth filling up with blood as it coated my lips. “It doesn’t hurt.”

I could see the heartache so clearly on all their faces, even Kira and Noshiko Yukimura, as they came closer to bid a farewell, since there was no remedy for a wound from the sword of an Oni.

My eyes scanned the faces of my friends, Isaac held a teary and guilt-ridden Allison, Kira placed a hand on Scott’s shoulder.

“The pack is all together again,” I laughed softly and then began to cough. “My parents… You have to tell my parents… That I… I love them.”

I felt myself slowly slipping away, watching my friends look at my body which then suddenly set aflame.

Derek let out a small yell as they all tried to out the flames, but it was no use as my body was nothing more than charred ash.

“What…” Stiles whispered, stumbling forwards, eyes widened. “What the bloody hell was that?”

Xx

I let out a gasp as I sat upright, coughing out the ash that was in my mouth as I noticed that I was no longer at Oak Creek, someone – perhaps Derek, carried me all the way to the vet clinic.

How was they supposed to tell my parents that my body couldn’t be handed over to the coroner, since I suddenly combusted out of nowhere.

The doors opened as I stared at Deaton, who stood in the doorway. “Well… This is something.”

Scott suddenly appeared behind Deaton, with my parents right behind him, they all stared at my recently uncharred, naked body.

“Well?” I spoke, my voice a little hoarse from the ash that still lingered in my mouth. “Is no one going to offer me a jacket?”

My dad stepped forwards, quickly covering my body with his trench coat as he helped me off the metal table. “I thought you said, she was dead?”

“She was,” Scott replied, still a little shocked. “I saw her die and her body… went up in flames.”

“Then how is she alive?”

I cleared my throat. “She is standing right here.”

“This is very intriguing,” Deaton replied, as he pulled out a book from one of the cupboards. “I have not seen a case like this in years.”

My mother played with my hair, removing the bits of ash that still clung to my fiery locks, as she glanced at Deaton. “A case like what? What kind of veterinarian are you?”

“Have any of you ever heard of ‘The Legend of the Phoenix’?” He replied, placing the book down on the page about Phoenixes. “Legends state that a phoenix can be reborn from it’s own ashes, and that one single tear from a phoenix can heal all wounds.”

“That explains why you’re always warm to touch, even when it’s freezing out.”

“Or how y/n suddenly came back to life,” Deaton added, with a smile. “You’re a phoenix, y/n, the rarest of supernatural creatures ever to walk this earth.”

“Great.” I murmured, with a small pout. “And here I thought that I only had to worry about my math exam…”

A phoenix.

I’m a fricken phoenix!

Once I was fully dressed in clothes that mom brought from home, I stood at Beacon Hills lookout with Scott McCall. “So… Do Phoenixes and werewolves get along?”

Scott let out a small laugh. “You have always been a part of the pack, y/n. Even before you were a phoenix.”

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(Chapter One: https://www.tumblr.com/misstupps/783060571158380544/into-the-deep-end?source=share)

It was the warmth of the sun that awoke Elena's senses, she immediately sat upright as the memories of the night before came flooding back, especially the metallic taste of Stean's blood on her lips and the car crashing into the dark waters of Mystic River.

But why wasn't she dead?

Maybe she was and this was the part where she was transitioning into the immortal life, in her panic, Elena tried desperately to find and pulse and couldn't find one.

It was here that she also realized that she wasn't exactly alone, Klaus was standing over by the window, she swore that she could see the wheels turn in Klaus's mind.

At the sound at the change of her heartbeat, Klaus turned to face her. "Ah, you're awake."

"You," She whispered, slightly prompting herself against the surprisingly comfortable headboard. "You saved me."

Obviously, Elena wasn't foolish enough to believe that Klaus saved her because 'it was the right thing to do'

No, she had what he needed, her human doppelganger blood.

Rising to her feet, the smell of coffee and something deliciously mouth-watering hit her senses, God she was hungry.

"Am I dead?" She asked, tears threatening to fall. "I can't... I can't be a vampire."

"Elena," Klaus spoke softly, as if she was a cornered, frightened animal. "You are not dead, and you are most certainly not a vampire. You're still human."

Elena then began to laugh and cry, which was an odd reaction to Klaus, given everything she went through the previous night, was this a delayed shock reaction?

"He left me there," Elena whispers, trying to stop the tears from falling. "Stefan left me to die, why would he do that?"

Guilt swept over him, and soon he pulled Elena into an embrace, comforting her like she was a dear friend. 

It was weird, but Klaus felt like she needed a friend now rather than an enemy.

"Hush love, you've had an eventful night."

Klaus honestly thought that Stefan was bluffing, now that his humanity was off, Damon was right, Stefan was unhinged and should be dealt with, in case he ends up killing Elena or worse, turning her into a vampire.

Something that she didn't want.

That irked him, for Elena's choice to be chosen for her without her input.

"How long was I out for?"

"Around eight hours, give or take."

"And you're positive that I'm not turning?"

Klaus arched an eyebrow, tucking a lock of Elena's hair behind her left ear. "Do you doubt my word that you're not dead, love?"

"Sorry," Elena let out a small breath of relief that she wasn't a vampire, not that there was anything wrong with being a vampire- Caroline made it look easy. 

Caroline. 

"Oh, my god- Caroline!" Elena gripped the front of his shirt, making Klaus arch an eyebrow. "She's dying! I remember I was on the way to bargain with you."

Granted, that she would have shown up on Klaus's doorstep, drunk.

Klaus took her by the shoulders, again, giving her a little bit a of a shake. "Elena- breathe. Caroline is fine, I've already healed her."

Elena took small, needed breaths, almost laughing at the fact that she almost had a panic attack in front of Klaus Mikaelson, the human doppelganger noticed that she was still in Klaus's hold.

It was here that Elena noticed a emotion that she thought someone like Klaus was incapable of having.

Shame.

Did he feel responsible for her almost death?

"I don't blame you; I hope you know that." Klaus looked up at her, confusion on his face. "Stefan is to blame here, he took this way too far." 

"I foolishly believed that he wouldn't allow any harm come to you, because he spoke highly of his love for you during our time in Chicago," Klaus replied, putting some distance between them. "I thought I wouldn't reach you in time." 

"But you did."

Klaus glanced down at her hand that held his wrist. "For selfish reasons." He admitted, sighing. "I just wished you hadn't been used like that."

Their moment was cut short by Elena's stomach growling, a faint flush of colour danced across her face as Klaus chuckled. "You should rest still; I shall go and get you something to eat."

Elena watched as the Original Hybrid walked out of the room that she currently occupied, closing the door, this was not the same Niklaus Mikaelson that she knew; he seemed different.

Lonely.

She mentally scoffed, of course he would be lonely- the only people that knew him truly were in coffins and being used as chess pieces in a game that Stefan seemed to be playing. 

And her friends were in on it. 

Bonnie, Caroline, Damon and Alaric.

The only person that was not in the loop besides her was probably Matt.

No wonder Klaus retaliated the way he did, true he could've avoided ordering Tyler to bite Caroline, but Klaus was desperate in getting his family back.

It wasn't long before Klaus walked in with an assortment of fruit, pastries and coffee, the smell of strawberries and caffeine almost made Elena drool with hunger.

He didn't stay long, just gave her one of his usual smirks and left her to her devices, sort of. 

He was in the house; somewhere.

After having some of the assorted fruits and finished her cup of coffee, Elena decided to go and see just where the hell she was, opening the door and peaked. 

The coast was clear. 

She walked passed a door that was slightly ajar, glancing inside, Elena froze as her eyes landed on a shirtless and very soaked Klaus Mikaelson.

Thankfully, he wore a towel, and Elena's thoughts turned dirty, her cheeks felt hot as she realized, she had been staring way too long and would be caught.

Little did she know that Klaus noticed her, a small smirk danced across his face as he observed the flush of colour upon her cheeks, plus her heart raced and skipped a few beats; he knew that her mind was racing with unusual, dirty thoughts about him.

And he liked it.

Quickly dressing to see where his wayward doppelganger had walked off to, it was quite easy to find her as her scent was alluring, like a moth to a flame, he paused as he noticed that she found his private room, one that shouldn't be opened so easily.

The wards around the room were created with blood magic, only Klaus would have been able to unlock the room and walk in without any consequences, he froze, blood magic – Elena's blood ran through his veins, so it was possible that was a loophole, he may need to consult with a witch.

"You should be resting,"

Elena tensed, feeling his chest against her back, she turned her head slightly to look at him. 

Thank God he was dressed, Elena was unsure if she could handle seeing a shirtless Klaus Mikaelson without the temptation to reach and see if he was real or a Greek God.

"I'm not tired." 

"So, I see."

Turning her attention back onto the canvases, eyes scanning them, stopping at ones that peaked her interests. "Did you paint these?"

"Yes."

Elena's eyes widened, glancing back at him. "I never knew you painted."

"I feel insulted," Klaus teased, placing a hand over his heart in a mocking way. "What do you think I do in my spare time, love? Torture children?"

"Torture, yes. But children? No." Elena teased back, making Klaus chuckle. "Perhaps plotting world domination is another one of your hobbies."

He laughed then; it didn't seem forced nor was there anything sinister behind it, it was a genuine laugh. 

"Do you like them?"

Elena picked up the canvas nearest her. 

"I don't know much about art; Jeremy got the artistic side of the Gilbert family. But I think they're beautiful." 

"Thank you." 

Elena nibbled on her bottom lip, she pointed at the canvas that seemed to be the centre of the room but was covered by a sheet. "What's that?"

"Just something from memory," Klaus didn't go into more detail which made Elena pout, and he chuckled. "I promise you'll be the first to see it once it's completed. You know I always keep my promises, love."

They were close, again, but Elena cleared her throat and put an arm's length between them.

"I probably should go," She spoke, tucking a piece of hair out of her face. "Jeremy might start-."

Her words fell silent as she remembered that Damon compelled Jeremy to leave Mystic Falls, he would've reached Richmond and settled into his life at the Art school by now, so she would be alone in an empty house; granted that Alaric still came by but he had his own apart above the Grill.

"What is it?" Klaus spoke, breaking Elena from her thoughts. "Elena?"

"I just realized that I'm all alone." She whispered, though with his supernatural hearing, Klaus would've heard a pin drop.

"You could stay here, if you want?" Klaus wasn't exactly sure why he offered Elena choice, he usually takes what he wants and never has a second thought, until now.

Elena burst into a fit of laughter, Klaus arched an eyebrow to her reaction and Elena's giggles died down. "Wait, you're serious?"

"Have you ever known me not to be?"

Elena pointed at him, narrowing her eyes. "Don't push it, I was starting to like you."

"Come on love, it's just dinner," Klaus leaned forwards, Elena swore she could see the wheels turning in his head. "Take a chance, Elena."

The human doppelganger couldn't quite understand why she liked hearing Klaus purr her name like that, it made goosebumps appear on her skin and she was slightly wet.

Oh my God! This is Klaus fricken Mikaelson. He killed you.

He killed Jenna!

"Fine." Elena agreed, rolling her eyes at the iconic smirk that appeared on his face that she at that current moment believed was very punchable. "Dinner and then I'm leaving."

Little did they both know, she was going to stay longer than 'just dinner'

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Crush - Liam Dunbar

Summary: Paired together on an assignment, the attraction between you both begins to take effect, desires take hold as the full moon doesn't help.

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader

Warnings: Sexual content (Light fluff/smut), unprotected sex, biting/hickeys

It's just (aah) a little crush (crush) Not like I faint every time we touch It's just (aah) some little thing (crush) Not like everything I do depends on you Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la

The night was cold and clear, I laid on my bed, skimming through my notes from class, glancing at the clock every now and then; I let out a small sigh – guess he's not coming, wonder what the excuse would be this ti-...

There was a slight tapping sound on the doors leading out to my small balcony, narrowing my eyes to see Liam Dunbar standing there, I quickly got to my feet and unlocked them to allow him in.

"Liam, what the hell?"

He gave me a small smile, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry. I should've called or texted."

"Or used the front door," I replied, sitting back down on my bed. "Do you have the notes from chemistry?"

Liam drops his backpack, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Yeah."

"Okay, so I can do my part, and you can check my notes to see if you need anything for your part." I murmured, looking at the books I checked out from the library. "Then we need to do a five-minute oral presentation about our assignment subject."

There was a slight buzzing sound as Liam's phone lit up from receiving a number of texts, it seemed that Liam was ignoring whoever it was.

"Do you need to take a minute to speak with whoever is trying to contact you?"

Liam quickly puts the phone back in his bag, letting out a small laugh. "No. It's just my stepdad telling me that he's working late... again."

It was here that I noticed that Liam was growing into his looks, and his lips... looked extremely kissable.

Oh my god... Do I have a crush on Liam?!

"Are you okay, y/n?"

I blinked and shook my hand. "Huh? Yeah... I'm fine."

Both of us jumped as the wind blew some of the overgrown tree branches to hit my bedroom windows, I sighed as I rose to my feet to close the blinds, the full moon catching my attention.

"Pretty moon."

That had caught Liam's attention, as he then began to slightly kneel over, letting out a small noise.

"Liam?"

"I'm fine..." He whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as he began muttering to himself 'the sun, the moon and the truth'.

His body started to shake, there was a few drops of blood on my white fur carpet. "Liam... You're bleeding."

His head immediately snapped upwards, and for the first time, I noticed something in his eyes that made my stomach become queasy.

There was a wild look in his eyes, I swore that it flashed gold for a few seconds as he worked to try and steady his breathing.

Immediately realizing something wasn't right, I slowly approached him. "Liam, what's going on?"

Liam let out a snarl as he stood against the wall. "The sun, the m... moon and the truth..." He gritted his teeth, my eyes widened as his nails turned into... claws?

Then suddenly he stood tall, eyes opened as he looked at me, I slowly took a step back as his eyes... they weren't the same.

"Liam, what are you...-?"

Before I could even finish the sentence, Liam came much closer, so close I could feel his heat. A darker side was showing.

"I can smell you..." He spoke, but it sounded more like a growl. "I can't control it..."

"Control what?"

Letting a small squeal as he pulled me closer with such strength, I swore my pyjamas were going to rip as he pushed me up against the wall, pinning me there.

"Forgive me..." He whispered, before pressing my body harder against the wall. The feel of his body against my own made me feel like a trapped animal, and Liam was the predator. My body responded to each of his touches, the contact with his skin burned my skin, it was like he was having an internal battle with his more primal, darker side, I couldn't help but feel the growing sexual tension between us.

Well, fuck.

His grip on my wrists began to loosen, as Liam was returning back to normal. "Oh my god... Y/n! I am so sorry... Sorry..."

"It's okay, Liam," I whispered, reaching out to him. "Just... breathe..."

There was two possibilities that could happen, one – I could scream for Liam to leave and demand Mrs Martin for a new chemistry partner, or I could just do it myself or two... I could give in...

I just stared at Liam as it seemed that he was having a panic attack, I took his face into my hands and placed a kiss on his lips.

"Wha..." He spoke; eyes widened as realization hit. "Why did you do that?"

"Um, I heard that it helps to distract someone from having a panic attack." I replied, with a shrug.

"Can I kiss you again?"

My heart skipped a few beats as Liam pressed his lips against my own, trailing soft kisses down my neck, I let out a small hiss as I felt him leave a small love bite.

Within seconds our clothing was removed and thrown in random directions as Liam guided us towards the bed, I pushed the books and my chemistry notes of as Liam trailed kisses down my neck and shoulders. The contact with my nipples was the final touch; a shiver ran through my body as I felt the suction of his mouth on my breasts, the suction was so intense that a moan escaped from my lips.

"Liam..." I moaned, as his fingers played with my wet sex, my back arched as he sped out the pace. "Liam... please..."

"So wet for me..." He whispered, licking his fingers and gave me a smirk. "Do you want more?"

"Yes... please..."

He stood up, pressing his erection at my entrance, looking at me as I nodded.

His hands held my waist as he began to move, the motion of his hips taking me to a state of pleasure I had never felt before, I was not a virgin as I had boyfriends in the past, but none could get me to this state...

Without any noticed, Liam suddenly flipped me onto my stomach, my body tensed as I thought he was trying to enter my ass, but he entered again and let out a soft groan like howl.

His movements became fast as we both moaned in pleasure, I felt his teeth graze lightly over my skin as he left another hickey on my shoulder blade.

"Yes... yes..." I moaned, throwing my head back. "I'm almost there, don't... don't stop..."

His sharp nails dug into my waist, but the pleasure overrode the pain, drowned out by the sound of skin meeting skin.

I took a glance at his reflection, my body shivered as Liam's face suddenly changed into that of some sort of beast and his eyes glowed.

What the hell?

My body shook again as the orgasm hit, I felt Liam's body shake as he soon released inside of me – guess I'm taking the pill in the morning.

He collapsed against my body, resting there for a few moments as I watched him slowly return back to normal, once his breathing was steady; he rolled onto the bed and rested beside me.

"I'm sorry..."

I turned over, my fingers tracing the muscle on his chest. "It's okay... You didn't hurt me."

Liam's eyes glanced at the small cuts on my waist, where his nails... claws pierced my skin. "Are you sure?"

I sat up, looking at the small, bloodied wounds. "It's just some scratches. I get more deep cuts working with the slicers at the deli."

Liam nodded, sitting up as well. "I guess that you have so many questions about what you saw."

"Yeah," I murmured, nibbling on my bottom lip. "Though your gold eyes... they're pretty."

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❝There's a fine line between being a genius and being a complete idiot.❞

I pointed towards Stiles, who at this current time was nose first into a book.... Sleeping.

❝And Stiles here, uses that line like a fucken jump rope.❞

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Summary: Scott and Stiles save the she-wolf from hunters and introduces her to the pack.

Pairing: Scott McCall x She-wolf Reader

Warnings: Some excessive language and mentioning of death

I see a red door

And I want it painted black

No colours anymore

I want them to turn black

Pain.

That is all I'm feeling right now as I run through the woods, I was stupid and careless to not cover my tracks as I walked into an ambush, now I'm running for my life with an arrow in my shoulder.

I stumbled a little as I felt the wolfsbane begin to take effect, my senses were a little slower, but I needed to keep moving, I can't die – not like this.

A twig snapped in the distance, echoing loudly as I lightly growled, showing my fangs – how could hunters catch up so quick? Was I really that slow?

The light from the moon dimly lit the ground, dancing off the dead leaves and moss that were growing from the trunks of some trees, I stumble again as I was running out of energy.

Suddenly, I heard it – the footsteps coming closer, I gripped the broken, thick branch tightly as I then stepped out to attack.

"Whoa!"

Scott grabbed the branch before it could hit the human boy in front of me, he let out a soft animalistic growl, as my eyes flash gold.

"Y/n?"

I arched an eyebrow at the unknown human male. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Me? Oh, um... I'm Stiles."

"What the hell is a Stiles?"

The boy... Stiles just blinked, glanced at Scott with a look that said 'Really?'

Scott sniffed the air; his eyes immediately fell onto my shoulder. "You're hurt."

"Hunters." I hissed, as Scott removed the arrow. "Careful, it's covered in wolfsbane."

"There's only one way to get rid of wolfsbane from your system."

I nodded, leaning against him for support. "I know," I murmured weakly. "You'll have to burn it out."

"We like need to go," Stiles spoke, pocketing the flashlight in his backpack. "Right now."

Scott took hold of my hand, pulling me along with them as we began to run in the direction they came from, my heartbeat was beating wildly in my chest as I began to be out of breath.

"Stop... Stop..." I called, panting. "I can't... I can't run anymore."

"You need to, y/n." Scott replied, eyes scanning the trees. "You'll die out here."

"I can't!"

"Just carry her!" Stiles called from somewhere in front of us. "We're almost at the jeep."

I felt Scott pick my body up in a fireman's position and began to run again, closing my eyes as I took in his scent... Sandalwood, vanilla and some earthy scent that I couldn't remember.

"Hang on, y/n."

After what felt like hours, we arrived at a vet clinic, I wasn't about to question why as another, unknown man came into focus – he seemed wise.

A druid. An emissary.

"This is going to hurt, a lot." He spoke, lifting up a blowtorch. "Hold her down."

I let out a scream as the heat from the blowtorch met my skin, the smell of burning flesh and wolfsbane lingered in the air as Scott held me by my hands and Stiles grabbed my legs – well, he tried.

"Hold her down, Stiles!"

"I'm trying!" He snapped back, putting all of his weight on my legs. "She's stronger than she looks!"

After almost a full day of recovering at the vet clinic, I was introduced to Alan Deaton, Scott's boss and former emissary of the Hale family.

I lightly jumped as Scott placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're safe here."

"I don't... I don't even know where to stay. They burnt my den."

A small smile came across Scott's face. "I know somewhere that you'll be safe."

xxx

I followed Scott to a loft where the scents of werewolves, a werecoyote, a banshee, the kitsune and humans all hit me like a ton of bricks, my eyes scanned the unknown faces – besides Stiles and I snarled as I smelt the scent of a hunter.

"Be calm." Scott hissed, stopping me from launching at the aging man in the back. "He's here on my behalf."

When I was in control, Scott slowly introduced me to the 'gang' as he called it on the ride on his bike over here.

Lydia, the banshee, Kira, the Kitsune, Isaac Lahey, a werewolf, Malia, the werecoyote, Peter Hale – Malia's biological father, Derek Hale – the other werewolf and the humans, Chris Argent – the hunter and Stiles.

I sheepishly gave them a small wave, hiding behind Scott as my eyes fell onto Chris.

I was not a fan of being in the same room as a hunter.

"Why don't you tell us a little about your pack?" Lydia spoke, it seemed that I could, maybe trust her. "That is if you want."

I began my tale on my former wolf pack, how we blended in with the humans and even volunteered our time and money to help within the community.

"I heard of the Ironclaw pack," Derek spoke, giving me a small smile. "The alpha was considered one of San Francisco 's top 10 wealthy bachelors."

"He was," I whispered, glancing at the ground. "Until the hunters decided that his body looked good hanging from a tree."

The atmosphere grew tensed, as I shifted awkwardly in my spot. "When they came, I barely had time to put on my shoes as the room filled up with smoke and mountain ash." I continued, noticing how tensed Derek and Peter got – their entire family died in a house fire. "The fire was set in my brother's crib with... with him in it."

Lydia let out a gasp, covering her mouth as Stiles pulled her into an embrace, his face was pale, Scott took hold of my hand – giving it a comforting squeeze.

"How did you get out?"

I shrugged. "I don't know – I woke up in hospital as a 'survivor of gas leak fire'. The police department believed it was an open and shut case, as my Alpha was wealthy and didn't do it for an insurance job."

After an hour of hanging out with Scott's pack, they all began to leave besides Derek, who actually owned the building and Scott – who rented the loft for the night.

"So, still think I am worthy of joining your pack?"

Scott let out a laugh. "I know you are."

I arched an eyebrow. "And how do you know?"

Scott leaned forwards, his breath tickling my bare neck. "Because my pack is missing a powerful, she-wolf."

A flush of colour danced across my face. "I'm not powerful, Scott."

Scott pulled me close, our faces inches apart. "You will be."

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Summary: There is only one person that he finds when he needs consolation and comfort, she was the one that felt like home – his safety net. He clings to her like a lifeline, craving both affection and comfort she provides.

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Krasikeva Reader (minor Derek x Krasikeva Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of abuse. Some light course language.

Will you, won't you, be the one I'll always know?

When I'm losing my control, the city spins around

You're the only one who knows to slow it down

Isaac Lahey was an unusual man, shaped by the emotional and physical neglect he had experienced throughout his childhood, the absence of parental love left him craving affection and validation throughout his teenage years, which sometimes lead to him being on my front doorstep.

It was another rainy night in Beacon Hills, just received a text that soccer practice had been cancelled, but knowing Coach Finstock – he would still demand the lacrosse team to still practice, even if there was a tornado.

Busy painting my nails, getting distracted every now and then by the re-run of F.R.I.E.N.D.S on the TV, I had just texted Isaac and he had yet to text me back – it weird, because he always texted me.

I was immediately interrupted by a light knock on my window, quickly getting to my feet – I noticed the shadowy figure of Isaac, hanging outside my window, soaked to the bone. He had a hoodie that shielded most of his face from view, but I would know that curly hair anywhere.

"Isaac?" I spoke, opening my window to allow him to slip through, on nights where things got really bad at his home, he always seeked shelter here. My parents didn't mind as they trusted Isaac more than any other boyfriend I had, though I really wouldn't call Isaac my boyfriend.

We were friends, ever since we were in diapers.

I immediately noticed the black eye, the bloody lip and his bloodied knuckles, I didn't say a word as I guided him to my bed and removed his soaking, wet hoodie.

"What -?"

Isaac shook his head, his body shivering from the cold and maybe the memories of what he had experienced.

"I don't want to talk about it." He whispered, lips trembling as his puppy dog eyes looked up at me. "Please..."

"Okay," I whispered, playing with his hair, a motion that always settled him down. "But, at least let me take care of your lip and knuckles?"

Giving a faint nod, I immediately pulled out my first aid kit, thankfully his lip and knuckles didn't need stitches otherwise my mom would be the one attending to his wounds.

"I fought back." Isaac whispered, as I wiped away the dry and fresh blood from his knuckles. "I fought back... and still lost. God, I am so weak."

"Hey, look at me, look at me," I spoke, taking his face into my hands. "You are not weak, Isaac, the monster that did this to you is the one that is weak. Okay?"

Isaac nodded, his eyes flickering to my lips every now and then. "Yeah... Yeah."

"Now. Who's ass am I kicking?"

That made him laugh, probably picturing me going all WWE on his father at this very second, I may look small, but I do have a temper.

"Can I stay here for the night?" Isaac whispered, his body warming up in front of the heater. "I don't want to go home just yet."

"Of course."

It was early in the morning that I was awoken by soft noises of someone whimpering, my eyes immediately snapped open as I turned around to find Isaac muttering in his sleep, pleading with someone not to hurt... me?

I softly shook his shoulder. "Isaac."

When he didn't wake, I shook him a little more harder and Isaac gasped awake. "No! Don't!"

His eyes darted around the room; a sigh of relief escaped from his lips as he realised that he was safe from whatever was chasing us in his nightmares– he was in my room, with me.

"Isaac?"

"He was hurting you..." He mumbled, lying down on the bed as I snuggled up to him. "My dad. He was hurting you to hurt me."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why would he hurt me?"

Isaac nibbled on his bottom lip, turning to face me. "You know why."

"I want to hear you say it, Isaac."

"I like you, y/n." Isaac whispered, lightly chuckling. "I like you, a lot."

"Well, I like you a lot too."

xxx

It had been a couple days since the death of Coach Lahey, Isaac was a suspect in his father's murder and was looked upon at school as a social pariah, no body wanted to speak to him and whenever I tried, he would ignore me to hang with Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd.

There was something different about him, he was cockier and even made it onto the first line of lacrosse – a sport that he hated playing but was forced into by Coach Lahey as Isaac was a hopeless swimmer and terrible at basketball.

He was even starting to wear his brother's leather jacket to fit in with Derek Hale's little gang and he even started to have some sort of rivalry with Scott McCall, a boy that we barely talked to.

Enough was enough.

I immediately stalked over to the boy I was knew. "What the hell, Lahey?"

The cocky smile slipped from his lips as his eyes landed on me. "Y/n, hi."

"You bloody ass, Isaac Lahey!" I snapped, pushing against his chest, making him stumble backwards into Derek Hale, who just looked at me with an emotionless expression. "After days of you completely ignoring me, you say 'hi'?!"

"Jesus, Krasikeva!" Isaac hissed, rubbing where my fist connected with his abdomen. "Okay. Sorry..."

Derek then stepped forwards, grabbing hold of my arm to stop me from hurting Isaac further. "Your last name is Krasikeva?"

"Yes." I snapped, removing my arm from his grip. "What is it to you?"

"Did you know a Paige?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, my breathing hitched as I nodded. "She was my older sister, why?"

Derek took a step back, his facial expression unreadable as Erica, Vernon and Isaac looked between us both. "I... need to go."

Without another word, Derek Hale hopped into his car and drove out of the school's parking lot, Isaac turned back to face me with a confused face.

"Okay- what the fuck is his problem?"

Another week had passed and still Isaac was hanging out with Derek Hale, who seemed a little anxious around me for some reason, Erica and Vernon were just as confused as I was as to Derek's sudden change of attitude towards me.

It was the night of a full moon when I was jogging through the woods, following the hiking trail towards the abandoned distillery, there was a sudden noise of a twig snapping followed by some sort of animalistic growl – a wolf? But there hadn't been any wolves in Beacon Hills since the late 60's.

I continued my jog, quickening my pace as the growl seemed to be following me, I was now fully sprinting as fast as my legs could, when I was suddenly knocked to the ground by something hard.

"Stay down."

My breath was caught in my throat as I stared into the face of Isaac, but his face was different... His ears were pointed; his teeth were sharp and his eyes... His eyes were a golden colour that glowed.

"I... Isaac?"

Isaac let out a soft whimper like noise, morphing back to his usual face and just hovered over me as if he expected me to run away and possibly scream.

"What the fuck is up with your eyes?"

Isaac let out a chuckle. "You just find out that I am a werewolf and your first question is 'what's up with my eyes'?"

"Well, all logical thinking went out the window when I was chased by something in the woods and then knocked to the ground by someone that was my friend."

"I am still your friend, y/n."

"Really?" I sneered, dusting the dirt and dead leaves from my jogging pants. "Could have fooled me. You spent an entire month hanging out with Erica, Vernon and Derek, completely ignoring me and now you're saying that we're friends?!"

"I was getting use to my pack."

"Your what?"

"Erica, Boyd and Derek are members of my pack." Isaac explained, with a cocky grin. "Derek makes the rules."

I arched an eyebrow. "So it's his ass I should kick for taking my only fried away? Good to know..."

"He's the Alpha, I don't think you can kick his ass, y/n."

I turned my head. "Watch me!"

Isaac let out a chuckle, escorting me back towards the edge of the hiking trail. "You could ask him to join."

"What?"

"You could ask Derek to change you... Then we can be an official family."

I let out a snort. "I already have anger issues, Isaac, do you really think it would be a good idea for me to be a werewolf?"

"We can help you control that anger."

We stopped at my car, I paused opening the driver's side door. "You really want me to be a member of this pack, don't you?"

"Yes." Isaac replied, closing the gap between us. "I can't lose you... You're my anchor, y/n. You keep me human during the night of a full moon."

I nibbled in my bottom lip. "Can... Can I think about it first?"

Isaac nodded, kissing my forehead as I hopped into my car, driving off towards home.

xxx

Pacing in my room, I glanced over at the clock, it was close to one in morning – my mind was already made up as I dialled Isaac' number.

"Can you arrange a meeting with Derek? I got some questions I want answered before I take 'the bite' as you called it."

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Into the Deep End

Summary: Ever since he saved her, both Elena and Klaus have this deep connection, they're both unsure how far into the deep end they both would go, especially when the Salvatore brothers are hellbent on 'saving' Elena from Klaus's influence. But how much does she want to be saved?

Pairing: Klaus x Elena

Warning: Excessive language, sexual content (smut) and major character death.

Elena knew it was crazy to stay in the car with Stefan, but she had been drinking and he offered her a ride home.

The moment Elena got in the car, Stefan became unhinged, far from the boy she once knew and loved – was this the true Stefan and the one she had fallen for was a façade?

No.

It couldn't be true. Not after everything they went through.

Damon, the tomb Vampires, Katherine, and now Klaus and his hybrid army.

Stefan sped through the town of Mystic Falls, Elena noticed that he didn't go down the street that led to her home or to the Salvatore Boarding house, she glanced over at him. 

"You missed the turn off back there," She spoke, pulling out her phone as a text from Jeremy appeared only for Stefan to snatch it and throw it out the window. "Hey! Okay, you're really starting to scare me Stefan, let me out of the car."

When he did not answer her, Elena sighed as Stefan was too busy typing something on his phone.

"Stefan, stop the car!"

"What is it now, Damon?" Klaus spoke in a taunting voice towards the older Salvatore brother, not really bothered by Damon's sudden need to speak with him. "You pulled me away from a very interesting conversation about landscaping the town square."

Obviously, that was a lie. The mayor had been talking Klaus's ear off for the past hour trying to get donations for the landscaping project and Klaus was seriously holding himself back from ripping out Mayor Lockwood's heart just so the woman would shut up, thankfully, his saving grace came in the form of Damon Salvatore.

xxx

Klaus looks at the painting that was hanging on the wall, pondering if he could kill Damon now and make it back in time to hear the end of the conversation about the town square.

"Stefan just grabbed Elena."

Klaus let out a scoff, turning to face Damon with a smirk pasted on his lips. "He's getting desperate. Grasping at straws, if you will."

"He took Elena to try and use her against you." Damon growled, annoyed that Klaus didn't see the urgency in the matter. "Do what he says. Get rid of your hybrids."

"Or what?" Klaus taunted, smelling the random flower bouquet that was on the table. "Stefan would never hurt her. He loves her too much, you and I both know that, Damon."

"Are you sure? I don't believe that- he just tried beheading someone in the council cause he was bored." Damon replied, trying to make Klaus see reason.

This was Elena's life on the line. 

"He's operating on crazy right now."

"Crazy or not, that kind of love never dies," Klaus spoke, some humour behind his tone. "He's bluffing."

"If you don't believe him, then believe me. I know my brother- yes, he's desperate at the moment." Damon was now toe to toe with Klaus. "But right now, I'm not even sure how far he's willing to go. If she dies, Elena's blood will be on your hands."

Klaus scoffed at Damon's words, obviously Stefan wouldn't kill Elena Gilbert, he loves the human doppelganger and when Klaus was about to point that out, Damon cornered him, which annoyed Klaus more than the Salvatore's threat.

"So, if he says blink, you better blink."

xxx

"What's your plan then, huh?" Elena asked, sighing out in frustration as her pleas fell onto deaf ears. "Is this your big move against Klaus? Kidnapping?"

"I took Klaus's family from him to make him suffer," Stefan smirked darkly, pressing down on the accelerator, which made Elena grab hold of her seatbelt like it was her lifeline. "I'm not going to stand idly by and let him make another one."

"So is your plan hiding me away until Klaus gives up the idea of making hybrids?" Elena asked, rolling her eyes at Stefan's idiotic thinking. "Lock me up and keep me as your hostage?"

Stefan let out a dark chuckle, glancing at her. "No. I could always turn you into a vampire."

"Stop the car, Stefan!"

Her pleas died over the roaring of the engine as Stefan pushes the accelerator more, scrolling through his phone until he found the number he was looking for.

Klaus.

"Ah, Stefan! How nice to hear your voice."

"Tell your hybrids to get out of town, Klaus."

Elena could tell that Klaus rolled his eyes. "Can't do that til I get my coffins back."

"Okay, well how about I just drive your blood source off Wickery Bridge?"

Elena looked at him in horror, he knew that her parents died there.

Did he just say that?

"What?"

"Don't believe you." Klaus called Stefan's bluff. "You won't do it. You love her too much to put her life in danger."

"You see that's where you're wrong, Klaus. I did love her," Stefan growled, glancing over at Elena. "That was until you told me to turn off my humanity."

Klaus fell silent for a few seconds as Damon's warnings about Stefan's actions, Stefan took that silence as a challenge, so he bit down on his wrist and forced fed Elena some of his blood.

At the sound of the scuffle, Elena's cough and breathing hard, Klaus began to worry. "What was that?"

"Just fed Elena some of my blood," Stefan taunts, in the very same tone Klaus was using earlier. "Can't make any more hybrids if she's a vampire, now, can you?"

"You're bluffing,"

"You sure?" Stefan taunted, now more unhinged then ever which worried both Elena and Klaus as Stefan pushes down on the accelerator more, making the car jerk and serve from the amount of speed on the wet road. "Cause your coffins are next to go."

"Stop the car, Stefan!" Elena cries as the bridge was in view. "Please!"

"Fine," Klaus growled, closing his eyes at Elena's cries over the phone. "You win."

Elena grips the seatbelt tighter as they were now on the bridge, she glances at Stefan with wide eyes. "Stefan, slow down! He said he'll get rid of the hybrids!"

"Stop the car, Stefan!"

Stefan slams on the brakes, but it was too late as the car spun out of control and hit the railing, falling into the watery depths below.

All Klaus could hear was Elena's screams and the sound of metal crashing against water.

"No!"

Elena coughed as water filled the car, seeping through the cracks in the glass, panic made her blood turn cold as she realized that she was stuck.

"Stefan..." She called, only to notice that he had freed himself and was looking at her with some kind of emotion that she couldn't name. "Stefan, I'm stuck."

She yanked on the seatbelt as Stefan was hesitant to do anything, and then he left. 

He fucken left her!

"STEFAN!"

Taking what little air she could, Elena fought against the darkness that was creeping in, finally she was freed from the seatbelt but still trapped in the sinking car, Stefan was gone and Elena began to panic.

She couldn't die, not here! Not when Jeremy still needed her. She needed to fight; she will fight. When it her time to die, she'll greet death as an old friend, but not today.

Suddenly an arm grabbed hold of her by the wrist, Elena hopped that Stefan had some humanity left and came back to save her, she even thought that it was Damon; finally tracked her down and pulled her from her would-be watery grave.

But it wasn't Stefan nor was it, Damon.

Elena gasped as the cold night's air danced across her face, taking in needed breaths as she turned to face her saviour, her eyes widened as familiar face stared back.

"Klaus...?"

Was all she said before the darkness won and she fainted from exhaustion.