#male!reader x isaac lahey

[undercoveravenger]

Motivators

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Scientist!Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “okay for the spooky request could you write Isaac lahey x scientist reader who doesn’t believe in the supernatural but they are hunting a ghost and reader and Isaac make a bet where if they do find the ghost reader owes Isaac a kiss or something”

A/N: This is the third fic in the 2023 Spooky Month event! The next post will release on Tuesday, October 24th. Hope you enjoy!

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While your best friend Scott McCall and his pack were no strangers to your lab, you still found yourself a bit on edge with Scott’s beta, Isaac. You had known of him before he was turned, and he had seemed nice enough the few times you had interacted with him, but there had always seemed to be something off, even after Scott had told you the truth about his friends. You weren’t sure exactly why Isaac made you so uneasy, but the weight of his eyes, whether glowing their infamous werewolf gold or his pretty every-day blue, was ever present and unreadable. 

Even now, with the rest of the pack off investigating the most recent victim of a vengeful spirit, Isaac lingered, perched on one of the spare lab tables pushed against the wall and watching you intently. 

“You didn’t have to wait here,” you say, ardently refusing to look at him, studying the strange glowing sample they’d brought you through the viewing lens of your microscope. “You heard Scott- He thinks he’s got a lead. You could’ve gone with him to check it out.”

A soft huff escapes Isaac and you can hear him shift behind you, moving from his seat on the opposite table to come lean against the one you’re working at. “No,” he says quietly, “I needed to be here.” He’s silent for a minute and you almost think to press him further when he continues, “I know you don’t need me to be here, but I need to be.” He clears his throat awkwardly when you look up at him, but he presses on, in spite of the thick blush clouding his cheeks. “I worry about you a lot when I’m not around you, y’know? Not just that you’re just a human, but that you’re you.”

You studied Isaac for a long moment, a sort of self-satisfied amusement creeping through you as he fidgets under your gaze, clearly having said more than he meant to and exposing his emotions in the process. 

“You really think that you’re going to catch this ghost?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him. 

He nodded, grinning shyly, “Yeah. With you and Scott working together to find it? No way we don’t.”

Whenever you’d caught Isaac looking at you in the past, the look in his eyes was always intense, but he was unreadable in the same way that the old Latin tombs that Allison had swiped from her family’s archives for you had been. But in the same way you had learned to decipher those ancient books, you were starting to see the meaning behind those lingering stares and Isaac’s looming presence. He’d never seemed malicious to you, not even before he’d joined Scott’s pack, but now you could see that determined distance for what it was.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your sample, but couldn’t stop the edge of your lips from quirking up as you spoke. “You find it and I owe you a kiss.”

While you were no longer looking at him, you could pick out the exact moment Isaac realized what you’d said since you could hear his sneakers squeak against the floor as he struggled to catch himself from falling. “I- I, uh, I-” he stammered and you could practically hear how flustered he was. “I’m- I’m gonna go call Scott and see if his lead panned out. Y’know, we uh, we really need to get rid of this ghost thing before it hurts someone else. We should- We should really do everything we can to catch it as soon as possible, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he hurried out of the room, and you laughed even harder when you were able to pick up the excited whoops echoing in from outside of your lab from Isaac and Scott over the phone line.

[n3x0tic]

Imagine: You ask them if they want to have sex with you.

Teen wolf edition

Stiles got distracted by the sudden question that took him by surprise, he tripped and fell, making a mess in his room. Then he looks at you and notice you’re being serious. "Like, right now?’" You nodded and he stood up quickly. "Uh, yeah!" Then in a hurried attempt to get naked he tangled himself under his shirt.

Derek smiled and said "You should’ve asked sooner…" before picking you up, then throwing you down in his bed and removed his clothes in a slow sexy manner to get you aroused.

Liam was taken a back when you made your question, and more when you emphasized the action, sounding more like an order and less of a question. "Y/n, we’re in school." He looked around nervous, "I don’t care, I want it now." The fact that you we’re coming off to him as very dominant was a mayor turn on, and without hesitation, he entered a classroom locked it while you threw all the stuff on top of a desk where he placed your lower half to grope you as he fiercely kissed you.

Scott laughed a little shyly "Very funny, Y/n." after he saw that you weren’t laughing and was looking at him stern look he realized you weren’t kidding, making him shut his mouth, then grabbed you and took you to his house on his bike in a hurried way.

Theo glanced at you with a sly grin "Cant say i didn’t see this coming, but I wanted to ask you the same thing.” let’s just say that you guys had wild sex in his truck after that.

Isaac got startled and he them blushed. "What?" He then put on a straight face as if the question didn’t faced him at all. "Oh, it was nothing…" You giggled im a mischievous way as you walked, leading him to your room while taking piece after piece of your clothing. He stood up, feeling giddy and tripping at first. "W-Wait up. Y/n, wait up!" He removed his clothing quickly and closed your door and locked you both in it.

‘I’ll be damned.’ Peter laughed victoriously as every part of him was making him head towards you "We’ll? What are we waiting for?" Both of your hurriedly becoming undone of your clothes, completely forgetting that you we’re in Derek’s loft, a frequently visited place.

Jordan scolded you for making that question out of the blue under working hours ""Are you crazy? We’re im the middle of work." He whispered, "That doesn’t answer my question, Parrish." He sighed and after your shift ended he took you on a quick date and slept at his place.

Ethan felt amazed that he can still win over people easily but politely declined. "You know I have a boyfriend, Y/n" and why a sly smile you told him "He can come, too. Jackson is pretty hot…" Ethan hummed, meditating the offer, and called Jackson.

Chris felt like he his the jackpot with this, but tried to hide it as much as he could. "It was getting hot down here, anyways." He took your hand with grin and guided you to his bedroom.

[tbmunson]

Silent Confessions - Isaac Lahey x GN!Reader

Summary: You patch Isaac up after his dad's punishment.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse/violence/blood.

WC: 800ish

@ashes-writing ILY Bestie! Thank you for helping hatch this idea it turned out, in my opinion, super fucking cute and fluffy!

You'd stepped out onto the back porch of your parent's house to light your cigarette, a habit you'd been trying to kick. The stick was between your lips, your fingers just about to light the flame when the sound of running distracted you. You looked up and saw a bruised, beaten, and slightly bloody Isaac Lahey.

He had jumped the fence and was headed straight towards you, breathless.

You gave him a bittersweet smile and removed the cigarette from your mouth, placing it back in the pack without a word. You knew what happened. "Come on, let's get you inside." You sighed, wrapping an arm around him.

He leaned into you, letting you help support him all the way up the stairs and into your bathroom.

You sat him down on the edge of the tub before making your way around the small space, gathering the supplies you'd need to care for him.

He sat silently, watching your feet as his head hung low. He only looked up when you came to a stop in front of him.

You took his chin in your hand and tilted his head from side to side, taking in the damage with a small sigh. You refused to ask him what happened, mainly because you knew that his father was the answer, and you didn't want to make him talk about it.

You let go of him and grabbed the cloth, dabbing it in peroxide. "This is going to sting." You rested your hand on his face again, gently guiding him to the angle you needed him to be at.

He winced a bit at first, reaching out and gripping your hips like he'd done a hundred times before.

You cleaned the small wounds and wiped the dirt and sweat accumulated from running the three blocks to you. "There's glass in your hair, Isaac." You said, picking the small shards from his curls.

"It's from the picture frame he shoved my head into." His voice was low. He wasn't sure you'd heard him until your body stiffened. He noticed you breathe a bit harder but appreciated you not pressing.

You ran your fingers through his hair until you were sure all the glass was gone. "Why don't you stay here tonight?" You offered, stepping closer and wrapping him in a hug.

His head rested against your stomach as his arms wound around your waist. "Thank you."

You kissed the top of his head and held him for just a few more moments before stepping back. "You can shower. You've still got clothes in my room. I'll bring them for you." You neglected to tell him you slept in them most nights.

He nodded and let you go before standing.

You heard the water turn on as you gathered his clothes. You thanked yourself for washing them earlier that day as you walked back down the hall. "Can I come in?" You called, hand resting on the knob.

"Yeah." He called back as he pulled his blood-stained shirt over his head. He looked over at you as you stopped in the doorway.

"Sorry. Thought you'd be in the shower already." You nodded towards the curtain that was half open. You looked down his body, biting your lip to keep from mentioning the bruise that was forming on his ribs.

He looked down and his shoulders sagged before he closed his eyes, fighting tears.

You sat his clothes on the counter and stepped up to him. You reached up, resting a gentile hand on his shoulder, the other on his side. You silently pulled him into your body, pushing his head to rest on your shoulder.

His body shook against yours as he squeezed you, letting his emotions out. He sniffled and pulled away; eyes still wet as he looked down at you. "I come here because I feel safe with you, you know?"

Your heart swelled and deflated all at once. You were so happy that he felt like he could come here when he needed to, but you hated that he didn't feel the same way about his own home. "I'm glad you do."

His face came closer to yours. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back.

Your stomach dropped and your head spun at the silent confession. You looked at him for a moment before you decided to pull him into you. You pressed your lips lightly against his, careful not to kiss him hard enough that his lip would split again.

He pulled back and smiled a bit as he looked down at the floor.

"You're wasting all the hot water you know." You joked, hands falling down his body before resting at your sides. "Shower and I'll get some snacks and a movie ready." You added. nodding towards the shower.

He nodded and watched as you stepped towards the door, still smiling to himself.

[zaceouiswriting]

Snowy Winter Fun

Character: Male reader x Theo Raeken, Male reader and The Pack

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None, just fluff

Laughter has taken over the empty fields before me. In the distance, I can hear Christmas carols. It is all a part of a little tradition we started just the year before. It's a fun time. The whole pack and all their friends, including myself, have gathered once again at my residence on the edge of the forest on the outskirts of the town. My house overlooks several acres of land that were once agricultural soil but are now completely empty. All belongs to me as I was my grandfather's heir when he died last year.

Everyone is having fun, even Stiles, who has gotten grumpy most of the time. We've been having a snowball fight for the last hour, at least until most have become exhausted. 

For those who are too exhausted, I offer to go in and make them hot chocolate, which they, of course, accept with joy. But just as I'm about to enter my house, tragedy strikes: a dull pain on the back of my head makes me stop. Turning around, I look at everyone standing still. Just as surprised as me. If it weren't for the grin on his stupid face, I would have never known that Liam had thrown the piece of frozen water at me. 

“You little shit!” I mutter under my breath, quite angry but with a crooked grin.

Without saying anything else, my red Alpha eyes lit up, signaling the little Beta that he was going too far this time. Even from a distance, I could see him swallowing anxiously. Since his Alpha wasn't there, as he wasn't welcome on my property, he must be shitting his pants right now.

As I start to run, so does the little shit. The snow makes it almost impossible to use my supernatural speed. Even though I almost grabbed him, he freed himself somehow from my grip.

“Theo, get your feral boyfriend under control!” Liam shouts at my loving boyfriend.

Usually, a sharp look at him would be enough to stop him from doing anything, but this time, it seems different. Theo, for some reason, is ready to intervene.

"If you prevent me from getting this little shit," I scream loudly as I still have my gaze on Liam, but I wasn't finished yet. Gradually, I shift my attention from Liam to Theo and glare at him intently before continuing, "You will be sleeping alone for the rest of your life!"

Without another word, he throws his arms up defensively, steps back, and apologizes to Liam, “I'm sorry, little wolf, but I can’t.”

Liam looks genuinely hurt for a moment but quickly regains his composure. In an angry tone, he shouted, “You whipped idiot! You sacrifice your friend to get laid?”

“You have no idea how warm he is,” Theo tells him casually.

Liam turns his head to look at Theo, his face twisted in disgust. But he didn't slow down like I had hoped. Even though the uneven and slightly slippery ground isn't great for speed, the little shit somehow can run like there was nothing there.

Suddenly, Isaac steps into my way. In a soft voice, he asks, “Don't you think it’s enough? Liam looks terrified.”

Without uttering a word, I swiftly grab his arm, hoist him up into the air, and use my power to hurl him to the ground. Then, I step beside him and push his head into the snow.

“I hope the snow tastes good, pretty boy,” I tell him with a shit-eating grin, and I immediately run after Liam again. But out of nowhere, Brett stands in my way with his arms outstretched. Just before I can crash into him, I grab his arm and throw him away. Instead of running after Liam again, I jog towards Brett and push his head into the snow. With the same shit-eating grin, I ask him, whispering in his ear, "Was it worth trying to protect your little secret friend?"

Standing back up, I could instantly see Theo glaring at me. With my hands raised defensively, like Theo had done before, I ask him, “You’re not jealous, are you?”

“Pretty boys?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, visibly annoyed.

I jog to him and smile brightly. I quickly wrap my arms around him. We stare into each other's eyes. My heart jumps several times just looking at his handsome face and beautiful eyes. 

“They’re pretty, yes,” I begin to speak but got punched by Theo in the stomach before I could continue. “Fair enough,” I murmur. Before he can hit me again, I catch his hand and whisper in his right ear, "But you're the hottest guy I've ever seen."

I can see a fire igniting in his eyes. Before he can react, I steal a quick kiss from his sinful lips, which now usually would be all over my neck to mark me.

“Not now,” I tell him, pushing him back slightly so I can quickly run away. But before I get far, I'll cast another look back. “Now I have to catch the little shit and spank some sense into him.”

Suddenly, I hear a squeak in the distance. As I follow the sound, I can see Liam standing there, fear written on his face. His loud swallowing can be heard across the empty field. This time, I react faster than he does. But he starts running only a few seconds later. Still, I'll grab him even if it's the last thing I do!

[Masterlist]

[bingbongsupremacy]

Fall Out

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Summary: Your relationship with Isaac grows more and more strained as the days go by. Will he finally tell you what's going on?

*Not Proof Read*

I don't believe I mention anything gender specific. If I did, please let me know and I can fix it.

ABC List

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He still hasn't called or texted me.

It's been almost a week. I've given up trying to message him first. I'm lucky to get a response anymore. No matter what I do, I can never talk to him. He avoids me at school. I don't know if it's intentional or not. It's hard to tell. He never comes over anymore.

We used to like going out to the park on full moons to watch the sky and stars. Not anymore. That stopped about two months ago.

When he does talk to me, it doesn't make any sense. Just stuff about staying inside or not being out at night.

Maybe it's something with his personal life? I've never met his dad, I just know he's not a fan of him. He's always been very secretive about his family life, something that hasn't changed over the course of our two year relationship.

I don't know what to think. Part of me doesn't want to believe that he could be capable of cheating on me, but the other part wonders. He was so sweet when we met.

I pull on my jacket, preparing to step out into the cold air. I've been avoiding Isaac's warnings. Sure, there have been some sketchy things going on at night but usually that's only around the high school. I doubt anything would happen at a lacrosse game.

It only takes a few minutes before I'm at the school. I find an empty seat towards the middle of the bleachers. By the time the game finishes, the sun has gone down and it's fairly dark.

Students gather onto the field to mosh put around our team. I decide against it, choosing to head back to my car.

The parking lot is quiet. Everyone is still on the field.

A growl sends shivers down my spine. I flip around, wrapping my hand around my car keys.

" Who's there? " I ask loudly.

No response.

It must just be my head.

I cautiously continue to my car. The sound of heavy footsteps running towards me catches my attention. I turn around just in time to see a man run towards the creature running at me, slamming him into a nearby car.

I let out a shriek of surprise.

That hair looks familiar...

" Isaac? " I ask in shock.

Isaac's head snaps towards me. He doesn't look...normal.

His eyes are bright yellow color. His teeth are bigger than before. He looks pissed. His nails are long and unkempt. His hand looks...furry?

What the hell?

" What are you doing here? " He spits, continuing to beat the similar looking creature.

" What the fuck is going on? " I ask, stepping away from the pair.

He's never been this violent. He hates fights and the thought of hurting someone.

Another growl sounds from somewhere near me. It sends waves of panic through my body.

Isaac seems to hear it as well. He lets go of the man in his clutch, rushing towards me. He shoves me behind him, trapping me between him and my car.

Another man with glowing eyes appears from behind one of the nearby vehicles. His friend on the floor pops up quickly, ready to attack us.

" Get in your car. " Isaac growls in a way that's so unlike the way he's talked to me in the past.

I don't hesitate to follow his direction. Once I'm in, I pull at his arm, trying to get him to follow me. Maybe we can drive away from them?

They're so close though...And their claws are so sharp...They could pop a tire.

Isaac doesn't budge, instead he lets out a growl. His shirt rips and his muscles poke through. I see his face suddenly grow more hair.

My eyes widen. What's going on with my boyfriend?

Out of the corner of my eye I see two figures run towards the angry people surrounding me. I recognize one from my P.E. class. Erica.

" Get them out of here! " Erica barks, while launching herself at one of the men.

Isaac doesn't hesitate to listen. He hops into the seat behind me, sending shivers of fear down my spine.

I have no idea what he is but I know he could kill me in one swipe.

I drive out of the parking lot as fast I can. " What the fuck? Are you...what the hell are you Isaac? " I ramble, completely scared shitless.

" Calm down you're going to crash! " Isaac shouts.

From the rear view window I see his body begin to change back. The hair from his face begins to fade away and his face morphs back to the way it was a few minutes ago.

" No! What the fuck are you doing! " My eyes flicker between the mirror and the road.

Isaac reaches from the back to grab the steering wheel. " Stop the car! " He says, panic laced in his voice.

I do as he says, scared of what he'll do if I don't. As soon as we stop I hurry out of the car. I just need to get away from him. Away from whatever's going.

" Y/N! " Isaac shouts from behind me. " Y/N stop! "

I don't listen, keeping my eyes trained ahead of me. This has to be a bad dream. People don't just have glowing eyes. Their bodies can't just change like that.

That's some movie shit.

Isaac grabs my arm.

I panic and try to shake it free. " Let go of me! "

" Listen to me! " Isaac begs.

For a second, he sounds like the same boy I new a few months ago. His eyes plead with me to stay.

I stand still. " Fine. What do you want, Isaac. "

Isaac slowly lets go of my arm. " I...Why are you out here? I told you not to go out at night. Especially alone. What the fuck were you thinking? " He asks.

" I'm pretty sure I don't have to do what you say. " I reply angrily. " I had no idea some freaks were going to attack me tonight. You don't get to question my actions, you barely fucking talk to me anymore. "

Pain flashes through Isaac's expression. " I can explain that- "

I don't let him finish. " I bet you can. Frankly, I don't want to hear it. I'm done. With you and whatever the fuck is going on with you. " I gesture to his torn shirt.

His eyes widen, fear flooding his eyes. " What? Y/N, no! Please. God, I really didn't handle this right. Please just let me explain. "

His sad expression sends a pang through my heart. It's hard to be angry with him when all I want to do is hug him and help him feel better.

Instead of doing that, I decide to hear him out. " You have 3 minutes. " I say sternly.

" Fuck, okay. " He begins. " I was bitten by Derek Hale. " He notices the confusion on my face. " He's a...he's a werewolf. I'm a werewolf. The people who just attacked you are werewolves. Look, it's a lot to say in three minutes, but I have to make sure you hear this. I am so sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry for not responding or calling you. I'm sorry for not letting you know what was going on. I guess I just wanted to protect you from all of this. " He gestures to himself and back the direction we came. " There's a lot you don't know about that's going on right now. Stuff that could kill you. I'm trying to keep you safe but I obviously didn't do it the right way. "

I search his face for any signs of lying. I can't find any.

" How long has this been going on? " I ask quietly.

" A few months. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should've told you. "

" Yes, you should have. " I sigh. I pause for a moment. " Are you going to kill me? "

His eyes widen. " Me? No I would never kill you. Fuck...I love you! " He blurts out.

My heart pounds, this time not from fear. " You what? " This is the first time he's ever told me he loves me.

" I love you. " He whispers again.

Our eyes stare into each other for a few moments before I respond.

" I love you too. "

A grin spreads across Isaacs' face.

" But that doesn't mean you don't have a lot of explaining to do. " I warn.

Isaac nods. " Of course. Let's get you home. I'll tell you everything on the way there... "

What did I just step into?

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

Dhampir

Pairing: McCall Pack x Male Reader (Isaac Lahey x Male Reader) Genre: when you find out, let me know. Request: The Vampire Diaries (2x05) + BloodRayne Inspo! Requested by: Me (My Insomnia): @themaladpativedaydreamer A/N: So, I'm really struggling to write anything and got a bit inspired by The Vampire Diaries. My writing has kinda been going through a slump so I hope you enjoy this and let me know if you want a Part 2.

Y/n stood at his locker absentmindedly searching for a textbook. “You left this at my place, last night.” Isaac appears beside Y/n, leaning next to Y/n’s open locker, holding out his political studies textbook. Y/n turns his gaze to look at his handsome and taller friend before gently taking the textbook with a soft smile. 

“I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble because of me.” Isaac smirks confidently at the shy boy, as his blue eyes focus on him. Y/n shuts his locker and starts walking to his first class, while Isaac trails behind him. “Thank you. Did you wanna study again today?” Y/n asks softly, blushing lightly at Isaac’s words and his proximity to him. 

Isaac’s smirk broadens at Y/n’s question as they pause outside Y/n’s next class. “Or we could skip the filler and just go on a date?” Issac suggests directly with a shrug of his shoulders, amused and proud at Y/n’s flustered state. “I mean you like me and I wanna kiss you.” Y/n’s blush deepens feeling his heart speed up and looking back up at Isaac with a shy smile. “Okay… uhm, when?” 

“This afternoon, we can have a picnic by the Preserve.” Isaac winks at Y/n before leaving the flustered boy to attend his class. Y/n enters his political studies class consumed by the thought of a date with Isaac. His mind drifts to the possibilities of future dates and being able to call Isaac his boyfriend. He blushes at the thought before he remembers that he would need to be honest with his tall blue-eyed crush, and that scared him a little.

1 hour. Isaac was an hour late to the date which left Y/n pacing back and forth as he tried calling the boy again. He sighed when the outcome was the same as before: voicemail. Y/n sighed disappointedly walking deeper into the Preserve to clear his mind and fight back his tears. The sound of boots pressing against the ground and light chatter in the far distance pulls Y/n out of his thoughts. 

The source of the sounds leads Y/n to the old and burnt-down ruin that was the Hale House. Y/n hid among the surrounding bushes and trees, noticing the truck parked outside the house as well as two people outside patrolling the house each of them armed with heavy firearms. Y/n squints his eyes to use his aura vision, allowing his surroundings to dull and the bodies of the guards outside to become invisible shields of energy. 

“Humans. Hunters?” Y/n ponders softly to himself as his gaze moves to see the number of hunters inside the ruin. “That must be a fun party.” Y/n mutters as he sees a bundle of aura coming from a particular room. The auras were different colours which meant, it wasn’t just humans in there. There were some supernaturals in there too. “What am I doing?” Y/n questions insecurely as he finally stands up and makes his choice.

Y/n’s elbow surprises a guard as it collides with his face before the guard feels a powerful knee slam into his crotch. Y/n knocks the hunter out, swinging the hunter’s shotgun against the back of the hunter’s neck, causing the hunter’s unconscious body to fall to the ground. It isn’t long before Y/n quietly appears behind another hunter, gripping the head of the hunter and slamming it against a car knocking her out. 

The boy treads carefully inside, making careful and purposeful steps to not alert any of the hunters of his presence. Y/n gets closer to the room where he believes the supernatural species are being held hostage. His hearing picks up on the sound of chains and a man speaking, clearly a hunter. He gasps softly, feeling nothing but fear creep into his system when he recognises the voice. 

Y/n panics internally pondering if what he was doing was going to be worth the cost. 

Inside the room, three hunters stand before Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Allison, Lydia, Kira, and Derek. The pack was chained and it was clear that they had been weakened whether that be physically or emotionally. “We’ll kill them… make it look like an accident.” The hunter in charge said with a void tone devoidly staring at the familiar faces of the pack. “Carter… you don’t have to do this.” Derek weakly grunts earning nothing in response. Carter, indeed,  knew Derek when they were younger, he knew these kids, and his son knew these kids. He didn’t know if that thought made what he was about to do easier or not. 

In the blink of an eye, a mysterious figure tightly grips one of the hunters causing him to struggle in shock and surprise. The other hunter immediately grabs his pistol and fires attempting to hit the mysterious figure but only misses to hit and kill his fellow hunter. Before Carter or the other hunter can react, the mysterious figure vanishes from sight before reappearing behind the other hunter.

Carter with his rifle in hand watches his fellow cry out in pain, as the mysterious figure’s mouth is latched onto the hunter’s neck. The McCall pack watch wearily and concerned, unsure if this mysterious figure is a friend or foe. The body of the hunter drops with a thud as the mysterious figure steps out of the shadows to be seen. Carter stares in shock at the figure who has smeared blood over his mouth, fangs protruding out, his eyes are a bloody red with intense veins underneath them. 

Recognition glazes over the eyes of the members of the McCall pack as they immediately recognise the mysterious figure. The facial features of the mysterious person revert to normal. “Hi dad…” Y/n soft voice mutters from his bloody mouth, noticing the either stunned, shocked or scared look on the faces of his father and his fellow classmates… it hurts even more when he can’t decipher Isaac’s expression. 

[justonemoregayboy]

Hot Movies

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x male reader

Series: Teen wolf

Warnings: Smut

word count: 2594

Requests are open🖤

English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy Reading

Isaac smiled and laughed madly. Y/n closed the front door behind him and his boyfriend, before pressing against the older boy's back and pressing a quick kiss to his neck, his mitten-clad hands touching the other young man's sides, finally wrapping around his. chest hugging him tightly from behind.

"Thank you Isaac. Are you okay. Even though it's absolutely icy, ice skating can be fun,” Y/n acknowledged, smiling against the older man's back. He could feel his boyfriend reaching up he own arms and taking Y/n's hands in he´s, squeezing them gently as he turned his head and pouted his lips to kiss him. Something Y/n happily gave him.

"I told you so," the taller of the two murmured against Y/n's lips, causing Y/n to laugh again at the tickling vibrations.

Reluctantly walking away, Y/n finally removed he gloves, along with he shoes, coat, and the warm knitted scarf that he had once owned he mother's, before carefully hanging everything in the appropriate places on he. .

Shivering, still feeling quite cold, Y/n hugged himself, rubbing his arms and trying to get warm as he looked away from the boyfriend on he. “So, I'm a little cold. Do you want to come down and watch a movie with me, maybe snuggle under the covers for a bit? he asked innocently as he started to walk towards the basement, knowing without looking that Isaac was hot on his trail. He could feel the older youth's eyes glued to his back as he hummed his agreement. Or, rather, Y/n could feel those ocean blue eyes focused on his thighs and butt in a hunting way.

Oh well, he guessed he had a pretty nice butt... he would have strutted if he hadn't been so icy cold, but the way he was, Y/n wanted nothing more than to turn the temperature up to the max and get into it. bed.

Which he did, after fetching his laptop from his desk and telling Isaac to pick a movie while he fiddled with the heater a bit himself.

Pretty soon they were lying side by side on their stomachs, their elbows brushing against each other as they shifted to get comfortable; the soft, sad words of Ewan McGregor speaking in the background as they smiled at each other.

To say that Y/n had been pleased when he noticed the movie Isaac had chosen would be an understatement. He adored Moulin Rogue, and well aware that his boyfriend knew it even though he wasn't that much of a fan, Y/n knew without a doubt that he would do something to make it up to the elder. Later though, like after the movie.

There was something about that movie that hooked Y/n; maybe it was the grand, lavish musical numbers, maybe it was the unabashed romance that ran through every minute, but it was hands down Y/n's favorite movie. Well, at least it tied for first place with Sound of Music, but in his mind it really was that good.

And as always, Y/n was mesmerized from the first minute, his mind instantly captured by the all-too-familiar story. Always as if it was the first time he saw it.

They were at the part where she introduces self to Satine to sing he first song where Y/n first felt the hand running down he back; warm and steady as he caresses his clothing, his delicate fingertips innocently dipping below his waist and caressing his cool flesh, raising goosebumps. A quick glance tells him nothing: Isaac seems totally enthralled with the movie, but Y/n knows something is up.

But - Moulin Rogue. There is nothing that can make you stop watching it.

“You know,” Isaac whispers in his ear a few minutes later, making him shiver with heat, “I can think of a few other ways to warm you up again. Ways that are not only more fun, but also much more... effective...”

And once again, Y/n flinches, though he's not sure if it's from the taller man's words, or from his hands that had traveled even lower, now placing one of he buttocks on top of his tight jeans. Chances are he's a combination of the two anyway, since when he closes his eyes there are thousands of images flitting by in quick succession, each little image hotter than the next.

Him writhing on his back, his stomach, Isaac pressed against him, above him, below him. Y/n on his knees, Isaac on his knees... Y/n bent over Isaac's lap...

Nope! No, he's playing his favorite movie. All of that will have to wait, even though he is uncomfortably hard against the mattress.

"Later, Isaac, maybe after the movie," Y/n replies flippantly, turning he gaze back to the screen just in time to see Satine fall off the swing. Y/n gasps silently; both from seeing he fall once more, and from Isaac squeezing he butt quite nicely.

“How about I do all the work and you can still watch the movie?” Isaac continues, placing a series of kisses along his neck and his somewhat bare shoulder.

Y/n has to bite he bottom lip to keep from moaning as the other guy grabs onto he skin and starts biting and sucking gently. "Once the movie is over, we can do whatever you have planned, okay?" Y/n promises, trying to absorb what's happening on screen, but finds it difficult with the wonderful neck attack from him. Although not that he would ever admit it.

"Please?" Isaac murmurs, licking sweetly at the little bruise that will be gone by morning. "Like I said, you can keep watching Satine seduce that creepy duke and I'll do all the work." A little pinch on Y/n's earlobe before he continues. “And you know how much you like it when I spank you…”

This time, Y/n definitely gasps, and a small moan escapes his throat before he can choke it back.

God Isaac is playing dirty, saying things he knows Y/n won't refuse. I can't refuse. He doesn't want to refuse. Not really anyway.

But, but... Moulin Rogue! It had been months since he had last seen him; school, the lacrosse team and helping his dad by monopolizing his time, not to mention the kid was half spread all over him now that he can finally enjoy the movie he really doesn't want to stop.

So he refuses to budge, wanting to see the movie. But that's the problem, right? Because he definitely wants Isaac to continue too. He loves to be spanked; he always makes him so damn hot and bothered, always guaranteeing to give him the best releases. Those tingling sparks that shoot straight through he entire body with each small stroke, he sensitive skin and flesh accepting each stroke easily and with relish, bursting with arousal and hanging on the brink of cumming before the final blow has struck. ..

Holy stars, he wasn't going to be able to say no, was he?

He finally snuggles back into the duvet beneath him, unable to stop himself from grinning goofily at the thought of his boyfriend behind him, shifting impatiently hoping Y/n will let him touch the ivory skin in front of him, to practically mutilate him. . "Fine, fine," Y/n finally concedes with an exasperated but happy smile. "Get on with it, and I'll finish this movie myself".

A quick, open-mouthed kiss is placed just below his ear. "Thank you," Isaac whispers softly. With just a little help, Y/n can feel Isaac pulling down his skinny jeans along with his underwear, and shivers as he feels the cold air making contact with his still-frozen skin.

'Isaac better be right about turning me on...' Y/n thinks cleverly, once again trying and failing to focus on the screen in front of him. He's not going to be able to assimilate a single moment of the movie, is he?

When the first punch lands on his right cheek, Y/n knows he's definitely not going to care about the movie anymore, not while those sparks shoot up his body and make him bite his lower lip to keep from screaming. of pleasurable agony. His cock, already hard and dripping, drags against the bedding beneath him as the second blow against his ass hits, causing his hips to lurch forward and a groan to escape from his throat. .

God, it had been too long since they'd last done this.

Although they had only been together for less than six months, they had already found various problems big and small that they enjoyed together; spanking definitely being the most exciting thing for both of them. And believe that everything had started by chance.

Isaac had only walked up to him in the school hallway to kiss him good morning before walking away with a little slap on his jean covered bum. However, the older boy hadn't gotten very far before Y/n lunged at him, red-faced and out of control aroused, and demanded the older boy fuck him in the janitor's closet before class. All for a small, harmless bump.

That had been the start of it all, and nowadays Isaac always made sure to spank Y/n when they had little time to cum, or when they had more than enough time and just wanted to turn Y/n on and annoy him. Or anytime really. Something the countertenor was aware of, but he found no reason to argue. Not when he felt as amazing as he did.

The third and fourth blows hit the crack of him and Y/n lets out muffled moans against his elbow where he had hidden his face. He hits five, six and seven landing in the creases between he thigh and butt, making he bite down hard on his arm to keep from crying out. Eight and nine land further into his back, causing his hips to lift, leaning in more to ensure the next punch lands more toward the center of his lob.

Isaac lands on his front and Y/n moans with pleasure.

After that, Y/n was more or less numb, moaning with each little hit and getting closer and closer to his release. He's about to cum when Isaac finally relents from him and Y/n protests heatedly, too flustered and desperate for the older guy to stop now of all time.

"What?! No, no, don't stop! Don't you dare stop now! I was about to come!" Y/n groans, trying to fully embellish self against the mattress, but strong hands gripping he hips they stop him.

“Maybe I don't want you to come yet,” Isaac teases, pressing a quick kiss to his stinging, reddened flesh. "Maybe I want to be buried in that wonderful ass of yours when you come, feel you squeeze me..."

And, gosh, isn't that a pretty picture? Hastily nodding along with Isaac's plan, Y/n moves his hips up, wordlessly begging the other boy to hurry up and do exactly that. But Isaac just laughs and caresses his sensitive bottom with the palm of his hand.

“Relax Y/n, there's no rush, and I have to stretch you, right? Now do you want my fingers or do you want my tongue?

And really, if Isaac thinks there's any question about what Y/n wants from those two options, Y/n might have to reconsider his boyfriend choices. Still, he practically sings his response: “Language, tongue, definitely your tongue. God. please, please, please, oh!

His moaning pleas are drowned out by the first stroke of Isaac's very talented tongue through the gaping crack in him; a wet trail of saliva now running from his balls to the base of his spine. After that Isaac pretty much gobbles it up, not that Y/n is complaining at all.

Round and round, that tongue strikes at his eager entrance, making him buck and jerk and groan and gasp and plead. That devious little tongue is making him fall apart apparently, and Isaac hasn't even raped him yet. And he knows he won't be allowed to come until Isaac is inside him, he knows he won't be allowed to come unless he's squeezing the blessed length of his boyfriend. And while knowing all of that is complete and utter torture, it's also so damn exciting and tantalizingly hot.

Grabbing the sheets in his hands and squeezing them tight, Y/n arches as Isaac finally points out his tongue and slowly, oh so slowly, pushes it into him. Making fun of him. Torturing him.

Over and over that tongue fucks him; His muscles gradually relaxed around the intrusion, allowing it to go deeper. Y/n is panting, little 'uh uh' coming out of his mouth constantly as Isaac spreads his ass even wider and delights in it.

"Please, please, Isaac, just get inside, please, I'm ready, I'm so, so ready…" Y/n stammers, begging the tenor to move and fuck him once and for all.

“Hmm,” Isaac hums, leaving stray licks around the edge of him as he thumbs Y/n's hole open. “What if I want to keep eating you out then, huh? What if I want to rip your ass apart before I fuck you? So what, huh?

Y/n just groans in response, pushing his butt back as far as he can, his trembling limbs not allowing much movement.

But it seems to be enough, because he can feel the older boy's fingers emptying him, he can feel his presence walking away before returning, and when a quiet 'click' sounds from a bottle, Y/n is internally glad.

Very soon there is a wet pressure against his hole, and pressing back he can feel something fill him. Something so big, so thick, so long. So absolutely familiar and totally welcome.

A long moan passes his lips as Isaac pushes into him, stretching him wide. After that, the only thing Y/n can notice is the way Isaac hits him, how he fills him up over and over again, punishing his prostate and getting every sound imaginable out of Y/n. Everything is so perfect with this guy who is so good to him, so good at making Y/n feel beautiful and sexy and desired.

Suddenly, a strong arm wraps around his waist and lifts his hips to rest on his unsteady knees; causing the quick, stabbing thrusts to go even deeper into him, reaching depths Y/n didn't even know Isaac could touch, and he screams how much he loves him.

It isn't long before he can feel the expected orgasm rushing over him, occupying all of his senses as he freezes before exploding; his cock spurted between him and the mattress, his ass tightening around Isaac's thick length. He's on cloud nine, lounging there for several long seconds before slowly coming back down to earth, to his bed, to his Isaac and feeling him spilling his load deep into his ass, coating his inner walls. splendidly.

For many long minutes afterwards, only loud panting is heard in his room; Y/n lay with he head resting on Isaac's chest, feeling each breath as they calmed down together. His hands are clasped on Isaac's stomach, Isaac's thumb stroking the back of his hand.

Finally, Y/n is able to muster his wits from him, and with a smile and a quick peck on the cheek from he boyfriend, he turns around and finds the computer that had been folded out of the way during his previous activities. .

"So since I can't remember where we were, I guess we'll just watch it from the beginning," Y/n says with a smile in Isaac's direction. "Would you mind watching it with me?"

[thebisexualdogdad]

Frosting isn't just good for cake - Isaac Lahey x M!Reader

Isaac wasn't a fan of his birthday, it wasn't something he really got to celebrate as a kid.

You attempted to throw him a surprise party last year and as much as he appreciated the effort you put into it just wasn't his thing so this year you went for a much more chill approach.

You got take out from his favorite restaurant, watched his favorite movies and made him his favorite cake.

After eating two very big pieces of cake he opened his gift which was an expensive jacket he had been looking at for months that led to a thank you make out on the couch.

"You want to take this to the bedroom?" He asks with a grin.

"I'll meet you there, I'm gonna clean up," you tell him.

"Don't be too long," he says, kissing you once more before heading to the bedroom.

You take the empty food containers and cake plates to the kitchen, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge for after what's about to come when you spot the container of leftover frosting.

This gives you an idea.

Frosting isn't just good for cake.

You excitedly make your way to the bedroom where you find Isaac already naked in bed stroking himself.

"Whatcha got there?" He asks.

"Wanna play with some frosting?" You question, raising an eyebrow with a grin.

"Well it is my birthday after all," he smiles.

You remove your clothes and join him in bed, kissing him some more and sitting in his lap.

You open the container of frosting and dip your finger inside, swiping a big pile of frosting and covering his nipples with it.

Isaac's nipples were quite sensitive and they instantly grew hard at the coldness of the frosting.

You let the frosting settle on his chest while you leave a trail of frosting down his neck before licking it clean.

Another trail goes down his sternum which is soon gone and Isaac moans.

"Oh shit," Isaac groans when you finally lick the frosting off one of his nipples.

You switch to the other one, your tongue cleaning off his nipple and sucking on it.

His hips buck upwards when your teeth tug on his nipple and his hard cock is pressing against your ass.

"Y/N I need you," he sighs as you continue giving attention to his chest.

You set the container to the side and raise your hips allowing Isaac to tease you with the tip of his cock.

He guides his cock inside you when you lower back down into his lap and he moans when you start rolling your hips.

You plant your hands on his chest still sticky from the frosting while he's laid back in the pillows and steady yourself so you can begin bouncing in his lap.

"Does that feel good baby?" You ask him knowing full well it does.

"Fuck it feels so good," he sighs, taking hold of your waist.

One of his hands finds its way to your ass and gives you a good squeeze, Isaac loving the way your cock is swinging around.

The room is full from the sounds of your moans while you ride him for the next several minutes.

"Baby I'm gonna cum," you say when your orgasm approaches.

Isaac takes your cock in his hand and firmly jerks you off until you're cumming all over his stomach and chest.

You slow your movements but still make deep thrusts which makes Isaac cum, milking every last drop out of him and filling you up.

Isaac groans when you get off of him and see his cum dripping from your ass.

"God you are so hot," he tells you.

"Want to take a shower before we go to bed? Maybe I'll give you a birthday blowjob," you wink at him as you head towards the bathroom.

"This is the best birthday ever," he says, excitedly following behind you.

[akashababy]

Isaac Lahey x Top male reader

☁️-Fluff

Isaac Lahey was used to being the alpha, the dominant one in any relationship. As a werewolf, he exuded power and strength, both physically and emotionally. That was until he met you, a dominant male who was strong in his own right. It was a breath of fresh air and a challenge, but the attraction between you and Isaac was undeniable.

 

You met Isaac during one of his regular visits to the local coffee shop. He was there, brooding over his textbook and nursing a cup of coffee. You couldn't help but notice him the way his intense gaze seemed to follow you as you ordered your usual latte. With a smirk, you decided to make the first move, walking straight over to his table and taking a seat opposite him. From the moment you locked eyes, there was a spark a silent understanding that ran between you.

 

Isaac was taken aback by your confidence, but he couldn't deny the pull he felt toward you. You were different from anyone he had ever met, and he found himself drawn to your strength and your commanding presence. Despite his initial reservations, Isaac found himself opening up to you, sharing things he hadn't spoken about with anyone else.

 

As you spent more time together, the dynamics of your relationship became clear. You were the dominant one, and Isaac found himself surprisingly comfortable with that. It wasn't that he had ever considered himself submissive, but with you, he found himself relinquishing control in a way that felt natural and freeing.

 

The chemistry between you and Isaac was electric, and it wasn't long before your relationship turned physical. The way Isaac responded to your touch, the way he surrendered himself to you, was intoxicating. It was as if you had unlocked a side of him that he hadn't known existed, and he was grateful for it.

 

But it wasn't just about physical attraction. Your relationship with Isaac went deeper than that. You became each other's confidants, sharing your hopes, fears, and dreams with each other. There was a level of trust between you that transcended any physical connection, and Isaac found himself relying on you in ways he never thought possible.

 

Of course, being in a relationship with a werewolf wasn't without its challenges. There were times when Isaac's alpha instincts clashed with your dominant nature, creating tension and sparks. But through it all, you and Isaac were both committed to making it work. You learned to compromise, finding ways to balance your respective needs and desires. It wasn't always easy, but the love and passion between you made it all worthwhile.

 

As your relationship deepened, Isaac began to realize just how much you meant to him. He had never felt this kind of connection with anyone before, and he knew that he never wanted to let you go. With a sense of determination, he made it clear that he wanted to be with you to build a future together.

 

For the first time in a long time, Isaac allowed himself to be vulnerable and to openly express his feelings for you. It was a side of him that few people had ever seen, and it only served to strengthen the bond between you. You, in turn, made it known that you felt the same way and that you were dedicated to making the relationship work.

 

Together, you and Isaac faced the challenges of being in a supernatural world, supporting each other through the dangers and uncertainties that came with it. You became each other's pillars, finding strength and comfort in each other's presence. It was a partnership built on trust, respect, and an unyielding love that seemed to defy all odds.

 

As time went on, your bond with Isaac only grew stronger. You continued to navigate the complexities of your relationship, always finding ways to make it work. The love and passion between you never wavered, and you found solace in the fact that you had found someone who truly understood and accepted you for who you were.

 

In the end, you and Isaac realized that the power dynamics in your relationship weren't about control or dominance; they were about mutual respect and understanding. You found a balance that worked for both of you, allowing your love to flourish and grow.

 

To the outside world, you and Isaac may have seemed like an unlikely pair, but to each other, you were everything. You were partners, confidants, and lovers, bound together by a love that transcended any boundaries or expectations. And as you stood side by side, facing whatever challenges came your way, you knew that with Isaac by your side, there was nothing you couldn't conquer.

[soulofapatrick]

The Pack Realises you’re in Love with Derek Hale 3/5

ISAAC - Peter Thornberry's POV:

Being the pack mom means that even showers are never peaceful and private, especially in the chaos that is the Hale House. As predicted there's a banging on the door as someone wants to come in, probably need the toilet as Erica and Lydia always take way to long in the upstairs bathrooms.

"Mamaaaaa," It's Isaac, and he's already unlocking the door with one of his damn claws but I honestly can't be angry with my first beta when he looks so innocent and lost as he pokes his head in, "I think I need a shower Mama."

Taking one look at the lanky boy as she steps in properly, shutting the bathroom door behind him, I sign softly and agree. All 6'1" of him is covered in mud and I'm guessing the red spots are blood from a brutal practice session, probably with either Chris Argent or Derek himself.

"Get as much of that mud off of you before you even thing about stepping in here with me," I warn, quickly rinsing the shampoo from my hair as Isaac complies. The boy towers me as he joins me, kissing my cheek as I let him under the water to wash all the mud and blood he couldn't peel off with his clothes. I go to get out but end up just watching as Isaac grabs the shampoo, turning to me and pulling the puppy dog eyes he's worked will get him whatever he wants, "You're going to have to get lower than that Isaac, I can't reach your hair properly when you're so high up."

Without thinking about he kneels, facing away from me and tilts his head back with his eyes shut. In any other situation this would be so wrong but honestly, we all live in such close quarters I barely pause before I rubbing the shampoo through Isaac's muddy locks. The pup keeps wriggling and whining probably because the others are all playing video games and he wants to go back to join them but at this rate it'll be a lot longer because I'm struggling to stop the shampoo running down into his eyes, "Stand still Isaac." I finally have to tell him and he surprises me by stopping so I quickly rinse out his mess of curls before letting him finish washing himself while I step out and begin to dry myself.

The only clothes available are my clean ones of Isaac's training filth ones so with I sigh I let Isaac dry himself with my towel then hand him my clothes before wrapping the towel around my waist. Isaac happily bounds towards the living room, squeezing himself on the sofa between Scott and Allison who both let out sounds of protest and they begin to rearrange themselves. I chuckle softly at the people who have become my family as I make my way towards my room, one of the only ones on the ground floor.

"Shit!" A screech of surprise leaves me when I collide with something solid, someone solid. Swallowing hard, my worst fear happens as I look up to be met with Derek's sunflower eyes, blushing redder than the roses in the garden as his firm hands feel like they're burning holes into my hips where they fell to steady me, "S-sorry Derek."

Before he can reply I've pulled myself from his grasp and am rushing to my room, holding tightly to the towel around me waist, only relaxing when my door shuts with a soothing click.

"FUCK!"

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 4 // Part 5

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Heart of the Ocean 💙 | Teen Wolf Miniseries Part 1

Takes place in between 3A & 3B of Teen Wolf

Teen Wolf Masterlist | part 2

Characters & Pairings: Hale/McCall Pack x supernatural!reader (female/platonic), eventual Peter Hale x reader (romantic), reader x male!oc ( past romance) & reader x supernatural!reader (platonic). Characters in this imagine: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Peter Hale.

Content Warnings: light angst, profanity, references of historical event disaster, mentions of death, blood, murder | afab!reader (she/her pronouns) | wc: 3.1k

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Premise: Suspicious deaths were a common occurrence in Beacon Hills—especially after things seem to be actually looking good when a previous problem is fixed. Now Scott and the pack are having to investigate a string of murders happening that not only reek of supernatural, but linked to an renowned event they’ve learned in history class.

Note: I’m hyperfixating on Titanic as of late so I have a lot of ideas involving AU’s and retelling with various fandoms. I just did a TGM au with Bradley Bradshaw and currently have a Twilight one in the works so expect a lot of Titanic in my works when I’m not writing requests.

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Riddles were a tricky little thing. And when used in a malevolent way where to find the answer to a solution one must crack the code, riddles can become a person’s worst enemy.

And the one laying on the table of Derek’s loft was becoming their enemy.

Murders, which was becoming a common occurrence lately in Beacon Hills, were happening where the people were nearly drained of their blood by cutting their throats and wrists before letting them hang upside down. Stiles' father was overwhelmed with stress. Not to mention he was having to come to terms with the reality his town was a beating heart for supernatural creatures. Like how his sons best friend since childhood was a fucking werewolf.

And while it was presumed a human serial killer was responsible for the murders, the pack had an inkling it was more sinister. Investigating on their own they found more suspicious reasons to believe it was supernatural.

Only problem, they had no clue who or what it was.

They were all gathered over the table—save for Peter who was nestled on the couch. Stiles was rubbing a thumb over his lip, becoming frustrated as he was usually on top of solving riddles. Lydia was beside him, deep in thought as she read over the paper silently.

“He just left this here?” Scott glanced at Derek, who was standing with his arms crossed on the opposite side of the table.

“Right outside the door. Like he wanted us to find it.”

“And you heard nothing?” Stiles’ question earned him a glare. “Super hearing and you didn’t hear someone stabbing a piece of paper into your front door?”

“If I did you think I would’ve let him leave the damn note?” Derek spoke harshly.

“Riddle.”

“—knowing all it is is a distraction so he can kill more people.”

“It’s not just a distraction,” Allison interrupted the two bickering, staring hard at the note. “It’s an order. He’s asking us to find someone.”

“Yeah,” Isaac scoffed, “who we have no idea is.”

“Read it again,” Scott sighed, running a hand through his hair. With a huff, Stiles took the paper in his hands, clearing his throat before reading aloud for all to hear.

Have you figured it out yet?

Were my clues not enough?

You’re thinking too hard now,

Let me show you it’s not so tough.

Our faces the same,

As they were the day we changed.

Only the eyes no longer its color,

A price for the exchange.

You’ll find it almost disheartening,

When you learn of what we do.

Our nature is uncanny,

But it’s not so far from you.

Find the one I’m looking for,

And I’ll stop the chaos and the pain.

Are you ready?

Here’s your hint.

Time is of the essence,

So you better make it quick.

Wearing the Heart of the Ocean,

She’s closer than it seems.

For I seek the one I turned,

Who was on the Ship of Dreams.

Silence fills the loft, everyone thinking hard of what it could mean. There were so many clues but so vague it was difficult to puzzle them together.

“Well we know it’s someone supernatural,” Isaac hummed, attempting to lighten the situation.

“Yeah we got that genius,” Peter muttered.

“And he’s looking for a woman,” Allison added, ignoring Peter’s sarcasm. “Someone he turned. And was on a ship?” It comes out more like a question, “that could mean a lot of things.”

“Could it be a werewolf?” Scott turned to Derek

The man shook his head, “I don’t think so.”

“But the thing about the eyes—.”

“Many shapeshifters' eyes are like ours. That doesn’t mean it’s a wolf. Plus he said they’re not wolves.”

“How do you know?”

Derek rolls his eyes as though it were obvious, “he wrote, ‘our nature is uncanny, but it’s not so far from you,’. If they were wolves he would’ve said so.”

“Maybe another Kanima?” Allison suggested, “the master looking for his puppet?”

Stiles cuts in, narrowing his eyes on the last verse, “Why would he bold the first and last line of the last clue—these ones,” he places the paper flat on the table. Lydia, the closest to him, leans in as his finger points to the verse. “Heart of the Ocean and the—.”

“Ship of Dreams,” she finishes, voice going low as realization hits her. All eyes turn to her, confusion in their gaze until the name leaves her lips. “Titanic.”

“What?” The question came from Scott, but all were thinking the same. There’s no way she was talking about the most famous shipwreck in history.

“Titanic,” Lydia repeated, this time more confidently. Her own finger came up to point where Stiles' finger had been. “They used to call it the Ship of Dreams.”

“Titanic?” Isaac’s tone was full of doubt. “You mean the ship that sank a century ago?” He couldn’t help but add, “And the movie Leonardo DiCaprio dies in.”

She rolls her eyes, “I don’t recall any other having the same name.”

“The anniversary is coming up,” Derek starts to say, deep in thought like it was all coming together. “It would make sense.”

“Wait—hold on,” Stiles lifts a dramatic hand. “We’re talking about THE Titanic—like Isaac said—that sank a hundred years ago. A hundred,” he repeats to show his point. “Anyone who is alive—even if they were a werewolf or shapeshifter or whatever the hell you want to call it,” he glances at each of them, “would pretty much be on their last breath of life. If this woman were a newborn baby at the time she’d be at least one hundred years old by now.”

In the debate none had noticed Peter moved from the couch to the window. The chuckle leaving his mouth caught their attention. Stiles makes a sound, “I’m sorry, do you wanna share with the class what you obviously know that we’re missing?”

“Our faces are the same,” he says the opening line of the second verse, only drawing confusion and annoyed looks from the others. “As they were the day we changed.” The man pauses, letting it sink in before continuing, “If the woman he’s looking for was on Titanic then she likely was an adult. Considering he turned her, probably by saving her from freezing to death or drowning, and she wears the same face she did the night she was turned…” Peter steps away from the window, now facing the group.

“She’s not aging. At all. Meaning…..she’s immortal.”

The silence following his confession is eerie, eyes flicking over each other to see if they were reacting the same. Immortal. Though the term was familiar it felt almost foreign. Never had they dealt with someone immortal. Unable to die and was walking the Earth acting as though they were human. Now Beacon Hills had two in its possession. They needed to work fast and the riddle only had pieces of the puzzles.

So who—or more like what, was immortal?

"What are you getting to?” Scott narrowed his eyes, Wanting a straightforward answer to what they were dealing with.

Peter clasps his hands behind his back, slowly inching forward,” It’s not shapeshifters you’re looking for.” He takes a step closer, “or a Kanima and its master.” Another step, “or a dark Druid.” Another step brings him right next to Derek, eyes flicking to the paper. “There are few creatures blessed with immortality—or cursed if you look at it another way. But most of them are born with it. Take Gods and fairies for example.”

“Oh my God—those exist?” Stiles feels his mind implode, “Are we about to fight Gods?”

“No,” annoyed at being interrupted Peter rolled his eyes. “I just said those are immortals that are born with their powers. And I don’t know if they exist, I’ve haven’t met one yet. Anyway, this one—.” His finger touches the riddle, “was turned. And likely the person who did was too.”

“So what is it then,” Scott was becoming impatient. And who could blame him really. For all they know it someone was already being drained of their blood at that very moment. “What’s the immortal that’s turned not born?”

“Come one,” he scoffs, like he couldn’t believe they hadn’t figured it out. “Ever wonder why the victims were drained of their blood?” The one question had everyone's face become colorless. “Has Stiles's father not caught on the wounds were made after they were dead?” Why their throat was slashed….but had two little puncture holes on either side?” Peter glances around at every person, catching the nervousness of their gaze as though they already knew what he was about to say but wished it wasn’t.

“The creatures you’re looking for…..are vampires.”

The rest of the night the pack was gathering as much information as they could about the passengers aboard Titanic—all 2,240 of them—while also trying to figure out any other clues within the riddle. They still couldn’t believe it was a vampire responsible for the murders. And that he was hunting someone he created who, still to their shock, was a passenger aboard Titanic.

And with 2,240 people on the ship during its ill fated maiden voyage…they were in for a long night.

“Okay so we know they’re vampires—our killer is the one who turned the woman he’s searching for into a vampire. She was on Titanic when it sank meaning—,” Stiles wrote furiously across the notepad, the riddle next right beside it. “He was on it too. Now we could narrow this down several ways. Either by searching through the passengers class or going through who survived because as Lydia pointed out,” the hand holding the pen points to the redhead, “RMS Carpathia recorded the names of the survivors before they reached New York.”

Either method was good, but there was a problem with the latter. As Allison pointed out, “but what if they never knew she was there? I mean having a newly turned vampire on a ship filled with people is a recipe for disaster.”

Derek nods, agreeing with her, “Her eyes would’ve made it obvious.”

“How so?” Asked Isaac.

Peter is the one to explain, “Vampires in our world are different from what you see on TV. They aren’t these pale, corpse-like, individuals who look like they belong in the morgue. They’re rather human-like if they’re equipped with a special glimmer that allows them to come off as mortal.”

“Glimmer?” Lydia raised a brow, finding the word a bit comical given the creature they were dealing with.

“We’ll get to that. But any vampire who’s newly turned will have red eyes—blood red eyes.”

“How fitting,” Stiles couldn’t help but groan. “So what, are you saying she’s likely wearing contacts to hide her eyes.”

“Possibly,” Peter hums with a shrug, “wouldn’t be surprised if she is. This day in age makes it easier for vampires to conceal their nature. But considering our little vampire was turned in 1912…her creator probably hid her on the Carpathia—or as outrageous as it sounds, swam her across the remainder of the Atlantic ocean.”

Derek closes the book in front of him, detailing the events of the RMS Carpathia rescue of Titanic’s passengers. “However he saved her can wait,” he leans his hands onto the table, “We need to figure out the last clue of this riddle.” Moving the riddle to him, Derek reads, “Wearing the Heart of the Ocean, she’s closer than it seems.”

Lydia bites her lip, typing away on her laptop. “If I didn’t know it any better…it sounds like he’s trying to reference a piece of jewelry. Probably a necklace or something.”

Peter rubs his jaw deep in thought, “That could be the source of her glimmer.”

“The necklace?” Stiles wonders aloud.

“Usually most vampires would prefer a ring or bracelet,” he waves a hand, “It’s small and concealable. Very easy for a Druid to enchant the item and allow the vampire to give off the effect to other supernatural beings they’re human. Prevents them from being obliterated by the sun. That’s their glimmer. Sealed within the jewelry to act as a camouflage. So long as they have it on,” he shrugs lightly, “you’d never know what they truly are.”

“And she’s been passing off as a human in Beacon Hills. For God knows how long,” Lydia opens a separate browser, hands hovering over the keyboard. “If her necklace has a name like Heart of the Ocean it shouldn’t be too hard to find. We find the Heart of the Ocean, we find her.” Her words have Allison come over beside her, realization crossing her face.

“Isn’t that the name of the necklace Rose wore in the movie?” Right as she finished her sentence, the image popped up on the screen of said necklace after Lydia typed the name into Google. “So it was real after all?”

“Appears to be,” Lydia was just as amazed. Stiles leans over her other side, eyes bulging at the sight of the large blue heart-shaped diamond surrounded by tiny little white ones.

“That’s gotta be worth a billion dollars.”

“350 million to be exact,” Lydia reads off. “At least today it is. Back then it was worth probably not even a quarter of that price—but still big for its time.”

“So…” Isaac taps his finger to his mouth, glaring up at the ceiling from where he was seated, legs perched on the table. “We’re looking for a vampire—probably at least 120 give or take a few years—who is passing off as human because of a magic necklace worth more than our entire lives. Wonderful.”

Scott takes a glance, letting out a whistle, “That had to have belonged to a first-class passenger. I’d say we start there.”

“On it,” Lydia begins to search records of the names aboard Titanic with First-class tickets. While she’s doing that the pack gathers to the makeshift board Stiles had created, adding notes to it as they go.

Stiles tapes the new information on the necklace to next to the verse on the copy of the riddle they made. “Heart of the Ocean a.k.a the magic necklace making the vampire appear human. To be honest, if someone were wearing a necklace that extravagant in Beacon Hills it’d be noticeable.”

Scott agreed, “She’s probably keeping it under her clothes. I mean I would. Lydia, did you find anything on who it belonged to?”

The redhead makes a huff, “from what the article says,” she clicks on a link, “it belonged to American socialite Y/n L/n as a gift from her husband Theodore Ford on their wedding day. He had it custom made overseas on a trip to France.” Lydia’s eyes widened at the next line, “She was the niece of John Rockefeller and he was the nephew of Henry Ford.”

“Good God,” Stiles made a sound, many of the others showing a similar reaction. “What a match made in heaven…and money.”

“Great,” Peter plops onto the couch, “our vampire was a once billionaire socialite—well maybe not billionaire. That’s a far reach. Since she was only the niece of Rockefeller and her hubby was a Ford she probably only had a snippet of their families fortune.” The man rolls his neck, hands clasped on his lap with his legs kicked up. “She shouldn’t be too hard to find then. All we need is a picture.”

Derek gives his uncle an annoyed look, “We don’t if it’s her or not. Maybe the necklace was stolen by her creator and that’s how she got it.”

“What else does it say?” Allison turns her attention back to her best friend. In her head she couldn’t help but feel there was something missing. That they were so close to the answer.

Lydia continues on, “It says here that they married in 1901–Y/n aged nineteen and Theodore aged twenty-one. They had a son, Benjamin, born 1905 and Theodore died six years later in 1911 from a car accident.” She scrolls down a bit, brows furrowing a tad and makes a sound of ‘eureka!’ “Y/n was gifted two First-Class tickets for her and her son aboard Titanic by her uncle John Rockefeller. They boarded the ship during Titanic’s first stop to Cherbough, France….survivors of Titanic recall last seeing Y/n place her son Benjamin into a lifeboat before being denied entry since it had reached maximum capacity,” a feeling of heartbreak fills the redhead, soon followed by defeat as she reads “It is believed Y/n L/n drowned as the ship submerged beneath the surface on April 15, 1912, as her body was never recovered as one to have perished from hypothermia in the freezing waters. Nor was she listed on the records of survivors on RMS Carpathia. Her son Benjamin was soon taken in by her mother where he remained in New York City until his sudden death in 1918 by influenza.”

A moment of silence passes as they take in the information. For Allison and Lydia, they couldn’t help the sadness for the woman they didn’t even know. To have to say goodbye to your child, likely promising them you’d get on the next boat and would be reunited shortly, only to never see them again.

The redhead suddenly straightens her posture.

“What is it?” Scott hears her heartbeat quicken. Worry takes his features when Lydia appears as if she saw a guest. Everyone else looks the same when she brings a hand to her mouth. “Lydia?” There’s a slight tremor in her hand when she pulls it away.

“She’s closer than it seems.” She whispers the line from the final verse. Tone filled with near distraught.

Allison takes a hesitant step forward. From where they were all standing they could also see the light of the screen hitting Lydia’s complexion. Whatever was on it was hidden from their view. “Lydia…”

“I-I thought it meant that by finding the Heart of the Ocean we’d be able to spot whoever was wearing it. That we’d have to maybe knock on every door in Beacon Hills until we find whoever is hiding it—as stupid as that sounds. Because who in their right mind if they knew they were being hunted would just hide in plain sight? But….” her breath picks up, slight horror and astonishment as she stares back at the screen. “He knows where she is—h-he wants us to find her, because she can lead us to him.”

“Lydia….” Stiles slowly draws closer to her. Peter moves to stand from the couch, expression unreadable and as was Derek’s.

But Lydia’s eyes never move from the screen. “The riddle—it was just his game. He knows exactly where she is. He has to. Because she’s been under our nose all along—closer than we could’ve imagined.” Finally the redhead looks up to the anxious eyes of everyone, revealing the shocking truth with the slow turn of the laptop.

“She boarded Titanic as Y/n L/n,” the screen shows a sepia image causing Allison to gasp, Isaac to mutter ‘holy shit’, Stiles to drop his marker, and Scott to feel his stomach drop. Derek and Peter shared a look, Derek more anxious than his uncle. “But she’s been living as Loretta Andrews.”

There on the screen, listed as the socialite Y/n L/n and wearing the jaw-dropping necklace called the Heart of the Ocean, was a woman whose face the teenagers had seen every Monday to Friday for the last three months. Who looked no older than the age of 30 like in the picture and had arrived in Beacon Hills shortly before the spring semester.

Their English teacher, Loretta Andrews.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

SCOTT MCCALL

Escaping Theo's Pack (Scott McCall X Male!Reader)

Looking Out (Scott McCall X Male!Reader)

Senses (Scott McCall X Reader)

STILES STILINSKI

Change In Appearance (Stiles Stilinski X Sister!Reader) (Feat. Sheriff Stilinski.

DEREK HALE

A Boy And His Mother (Derek Hale X Fem!Reader)

Interuptions (Derek Hale X Reader)

COREY BRYANT

The Pack's Little Sister (Corey X Sister!Reader)

Resurrected (Corey X SIster!Reader)

LIAM DUNBAR

Watching Out (Liam Dunbar X Male!Reader)

Pickup Lines (Lian Dunbar X Fem!Reader)

THEO RAEKEN

Back Home (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Staying (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Gone (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

It's My Job (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Scarf (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Join The Pack (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Not The Only Banshee (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Hiding (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Keep You Safe (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Helpful Hand (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Blind Love (Theo Raeken X Blind!Male!Reader)

LYDIA MARTIN

German Transfer (Lydia Martin X Fem!Reader)

Position (Lydia Martin X Fem!Reader)

COACH FINSTOCK

New Teacher (Coach Finstock X Fem!Reader)

Overqualified (Coach Finstock X Fem!Reader)

One Smart Cookie (Coach Finstock X Teen!Reader)

Being Coach Finstock's Daughter And Being A Beast At Sports Would Include...

JORDAN PARRISH

Not Feeling Good (Jordan Parrish X Reader)

CHRIS ARGENT

Moving In (Chris Argent X Teen!Fem!Reader)

PETER HALE

Have You Ever Heard Of Knocking (Peter Hale X Male!Reader)

Under The Weather (Peter Hale X Male!Reader)

MULTIPLE

Protection (Scott McCall X Male!Reader X Isaac Lahey)

Photographs (Corey Bryant X Sister!Reader, Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

The Flu (Teen Wolf X BabyBrother!Hale!Reader)

[zaceouiswriting]

Betrayal

Characters: Brett Talbot x male reader, Isaac Lahey x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

"Brett! I need your help!” You called into your house when you opened the front door while your little brother was still in the car. When you looked at him - as you waited for your husband - you noticed again that your brother is not that small anymore. Big enough that you can't carry him on your own. Although these new procedures are slowly getting him back on his feet, walking or standing up without much help is still too much for him.

For a moment, you just stood in the open door, waiting for your man to come from somewhere, most likely shirtless. But even minutes later he didn't come.

Worried, you entered slowly and carefully. After all, you never knew if a group of hunters might have found your man. With your heart beating like crazy, so fast that it concerned you that all supernatural beings in a ten-kilometer radius would soon come to look at what was happening, you moved to the living room. As quietly as you could, you opened a hidden wall and pulled out one of your late father's guns. Your homemade miracle weapon is already loaded.

With that gun safely in hand, you first checked every room on the first floor, but nothing was there, no person and no sign of a fight... no signs at all. Now really worried, you started stumbling up the stairs, beads of sweat pouring down your forehead from the warmth of your body, almost obscuring your field of vision.

You took one of your hands off the gun to wipe away the beads of sweat. But it didn't help much. Soon there were more, which put even more concern in your mind.

After a few steps, you could hear a sudden noise. You couldn't really make out what the sound was, so you stopped and looked up and down the stairs to make sure no one was walking past you. At the same time, you listened carefully.

It was quiet again for a while. But as soon as the sound returned, you were already on high alert. It sounded like a groan of pain, as if someone -most likely Brett - was badly hurt.

Light as a feather, you bounded up the rest of the stairs, almost silently, your gun slightly lowered as you passed locked doors. The further you walked, the closer you got to where the sounds were coming from, making you tremble with fear that Brett was being tortured.

When you had to stand in front of the room where everything happened, your blood ran cold. It was... your bedroom? Your shared bedroom! The bedroom you are sharing with your husband! Who on earth is sick enough to torment someone in their own bedroom?

You stood there to make sure it was the correct room, and when you were sure: you yanked open the door, raised your gun, and searched the room. But once the bed you slept in just a few hours ago, with your husband by your side, is a sight you will never forget. "Mum?" Your voice cracked, calling out the only "parent" you had left.

She just looked at you lazily and grinned. At the same time, through her movement, you could see who was below her: whom she rode like a horse.

The first thing you wanted to do was shoot them both. Instead, you turned around and slammed the door behind you. Just to be safe, you locked your gun: so you couldn't shoot even if you wanted to.

Mumbling curses, hot salty tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. "Babe, wait! I can explain it!” You heard your husband's deep voice. Which just a few hours ago made you jump with lust. Now you made you want to strangle the bastard.

"I'm sure you have an elaborate, sad excuse for shagging my drug-addict mother who tried to kill me multiple times, spent the last ten years in prison, and paralyzed my brother."

He already knew all that. After all, there's no getting around not telling such important things like that. In the end, it would have come out anyway.

"She's clean and wanted to reconcile, one thing leads to another and-"

"Yet you fucked her, destroyed my trust in you, and asked me if she was the only one." At this point, you both were standing in front of your house - Brett was only in his underwear, though. "Let me guess. You two had a secret affair for at least six months. Because she is out of jail since then, she's most likely been telling you some shitty sob story about how my dad kept her away and used his contacts to get her into trouble, that she's actually the good parent."

From his silence, you could tell you'd hit the nail on the head, and you backed away in disgust. "She only loves herself. She never wanted to make up in her life, but I can tell you, she wants your money. She knows you're are loaded, and since she doesn't have access to my or my brother's money. She must have thought my hot bisexual husband might be an easier target. And unfortunately, she was right."

When you rushed over to your car, your brother sat in his seat in absolute shock. Although recent surgeries have been a success, and he has regained some control of his body, he still has a long way to go. Brett was like another older brother to him, a rock to both of you. Hearing your babble obviously upset him. But at this moment, you couldn't talk about it, too upset about the whole situation. So you just started the car, let Brett bang against the car doors as you rolled down the driveway, drove off immediately, and left him in the dust.

Kay didn't even look at you, too deep in thought. Subconsciously he played with his hands. It made you happy to see him moving at all and seeing him exercise when he was stressed made it even better. Even if he still has a lot of work to do before he can fully use any part of his body again.

For about two hours, you just drove around. But Kay began to whine about his body aching from being cooped up in the car the entire time.

You knew you had to crash somewhere. So you went to the only place you could think of. With a heavy sigh, you turned the wheel to head back toward the city you so badly wanted to leave behind forever.

Deeper into the city and not back to the outskirts, you were living a happy life until that wrench of a woman came back like the plague and destroyed it again.

You soon found yourself in a relatively newly built skyscraper. You carefully got your brother out of the car, put him in his wheelchair, and wheeled him into the lobby. The guard greeted you warmly and asked if he should warn him before you just stood to get to his door. But you waved him off and wished him a nice day after he gave you a visitor pass.

You knocked on the door quite softly; you visit so often. Someone scrambled inside but quickly got to the door. As soon as the door opened, the breath caught in your throat.

"Is everything ok?"

"Not really," you told him, almost throwing up at his feet. "Can we come in?"

He just stepped to the side because he knew you would tell him what was going on soon enough. "Can I go back to one of the guest rooms?"

"Of course, little buddy. You know where to go, don't you?" Isaac's smile was so bright as he spoke to your brother. It warmed and melted your heart at the same time.

Kay immediately used all his strength to roll over there. The moment you heard the door shut, you broke down: you cried ugly tears and fell to your knees. And all before your host could even react.

"Calm down! Your heartbeat is too fast!"

You hate his wolf hearing, you can never lie to him, and he always knows when something is wrong. He soon came to your side and pulled you into his arms. You've been a bit distant with him for the past few years after he's openly admitted to everyone about his feelings for you. Brett had no problem with your friendship with Isaac because he knew you only loved him. But you didn't see fit to get too close to Isaac under the circumstances.

He was right. Nothing had ever happened between you and Isaac. Now you hated yourself for it. You should have followed your heart when you fell a little in love with your childhood friend after a year with Brett, but you thought Brett would be a better husband. How wrong you were back then; you should have left Brett and gone to your childhood friend instead. After all, everyone knew your husband was a player, but you thought he'd changed, that you'd tamed him enough to remain loyal, but now you know it was just wishful thinking.

Isaac only held you for a long time, later even carried you to the couch, put a blanket over you, and even went so far as to make hot chocolate with little marshmallows: just as you like it.

"So what happened?"

You feared this question. But you knew it would come sooner or later. Suddenly your eyes went dry, and your sadness turned to numbness as if nothing had happened. It sends chills down Isaac's spine to see you like this. Fear overcame him, even trying to put some distance between the two of you, but you crawled onto him as if your life depended on it.

Sitting there, a frightened Isaac, and you, clinging to him, have told your story. That you believed for about two years that your husband had multiple affairs but could never prove it; On this day, however, you caught him in the act.

Isaac tensed up at the mention of an affair, but when it dawned on him that you had mentioned several, his face twisted into one with anger. But you weren't even in the best part yet.

Isaac knows your mother and how terrible this woman was to you and your brother that even the state didn't want to hand you over to her after your father died but had no choice until she paralyzed Kay. You were then emancipated and took custody of him. With your father's money, you could easily find a caretaker for your brother when he came out of the hospital or rehab.

So when you told him how you found her in your marital bed with your husband, he got up, pushed you back on the couch, and paced the room.

He cursed under his breath, cursing Brett to death, mumbling that he gave him a chance to be with you before he would've picked you up. And if he hadn't gone to France, you would have been certain that you never married Brett, but him: your childhood friend, first crush, and first love, even if it was just on your side.

As you saw his anger spiraling out of control, as he slowly transformed, you stood up yourself, but it was too late; cabinets and closets were his victims, poor wooden things.

"I swear if I get my hands on that little rat, I-"

Suddenly a loud knocking was heard. Both Isaac and you looked at each other in shock. They both seemed to know where the other side was, and neither wanted to deal with it.

[Masterlist]

[multi-fandom-simp]

Request Masterlist

Hello! I would love to start accepting requests to get my creativity rolling again. Below will be list of characters that I am willing to write for and how you may submit a request. Also, if you are looking for a certain character that isn't on my list, then feel free to ask if I would write for them. I ask that you be patient with me as well as I am one person who is currently in college. I will do my best to get the requests out in a timely manner! Below are my personal pros and cons:

Pros(What I will write):

-Angst and fluff

-Some mature content ( with mature content please ask if I would be comfortable with writing it before assuming I'd write it.)

-Alternate Realities of canon universes

-character deaths

Cons(What I will NOT write)

-Non-con elements(Such as R*pe, Necrophilia, etc.)

-Incest(There will be an exception for House of The Dragon and Game of Thrones and that is it.)

-Pedophilia

How to Request:

-Submit a message through an ask or through my inbox, whichever you are comfortable with.

-Include what character you would like it to be for, and a brief description of the fic. I will do my best to write exactly what you're asking for, but please remember not everyone has the exact same brain waves.

-Also include if you would like it to include angst, fluff, mature, etc.

-If you would like the reader to be from a specific family or house, please include that.

Characters I will write for

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON:

- Rhaenyra Targaryen

- Daemon Targaryen

- Aemond Targaryen

- Helaena Targaryen

- Rhaenys II Targaryen

- Jacaerys Velaryon

- Laenor Velaryon (x Male!Reader)

- Laena Velaryon

GAME OF THRONES:

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Robb Stark

- Sansa Stark

- Bran Stark

- Jojeen Reed

- Theon Greyjoy

- Yara Greyjoy

- Oberyn Martell

The Sandman:

- Morpheus

- Desire

- Death

- The Corinthian

- Calliope

Marauders:

- James Potter

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

- Lily Evans

- Marlene Mckinnon

- Regulus Black

Harry Potter:

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Bill Weasley

- Cedric Diggory

- Draco Malfoy

- Adrian Pucey

-Blaise Zabini

- Pansy Parkinson

The Hobbit/The Lord Of The Rings:

- Legolas

- Aragorn

- Thranduil

- Kili

- Fili

- Tauriel

ACOTAR:

- Azriel

- Cassian

- Rhysand

- Nesta

- Lucien

- Amren

Spider-man:

- Andrew Garfield's Spider-man

- Tobey Maguire's Spider-man

- Tom Holland's Spider-man

- Tasm! Gwen Stacy

- Harry Osborne

- Cindy Moon

MARVEL:

- Loki Laufeyson

- Bucky Barnes

- Sam Wilson

- Yelena

- Shuri

- Doctor Strange

-Druig

-Makkari

- ( quite a few more, feel free to ask)

Twilight

-Carlisle Cullen

-Jasper Hale

-Rosalie Hale

-Alice Cullen

-Paul Lahote

-Jared Cameron

-Garrett(Lee Pace)

Teen Wolf:

-Isaac Lahey

-Derek Hale

-Young Peter Hale

-Stiles Stilinski

The Last Kingdom:

-Sihtric

-Finan

-Osferth

DCU:

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

-Damian Wayne( Platonic only)

-Smallville! Clark Kent

-Smallville! Lex Luthor

Stranger Things:

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

- I would be willing to write platonic/found family fics including the gang, such as Max, Lucas, etc. Nothing other than that as they are children.

Bill Skarsgård Characters:

-Roman Godfrey(Hemlock Grove)

- Marquis Vincent de Gramont(John Wick)

[supercap2319]

A Flicker of a Silverish–Blue Scales

Merman! Sky x Male Reader

A/N: Okay, so I was just watching my little cousins play in their plastic pool and inspiration by #generic-wattpad-badboy’s story of Isaac Lahey x male merman reader created this mess lol.

Y/N smiled as he walked down the path heading towards the woods, beyond the barrier of Alfea. It probably wasn't a good idea walking alone here at night, because according to Sky, there were possibly wolves, bears, or something much scarier. But the Burned One's were gone since Y/N and Bloom got rid of them, so it was probably safe to say that he would be fine. Add that to the new transformation magic he just recently unlocked. It was called Sirenix, an ancient power that was born of the magic of the oceans, and no one has acquired Sirenix for a long time.

Y/N had been practicing with this new power. It allowed him to breathe underwater, and even talk if he wanted to. It also allows him to use his magic easier in mid-air, on land, and underwater. It also helps him to swim very fast with giant seashell-shaped wings.

Y/N was close to Lake Roccaluce, a place rumored to be the source of Sirenix, guarded by a Nymph and Selkies. Y/N would swim in this lake during the day to train, and sometimes he would come out here at night for a midnight swim. Just like tonight.

Only tonight won’t be like all the other nights as the ice Fairy wouldn’t be alone in his nightly swim. He could see the glistening waters of the lake shining underneath the full moon, and that’s when he heard the sound of someone singing. It’s a beautiful and enchanting voice that beckons Y/N to come closer to gaze upon the person who’s singing the song. Y/N pushes through the clearing as he can see a silhouette shape deep out into the lake. Y/N can only listen as the song puts him under its spell.

Though I'm far away, across the sea

This moon keeps haunting me

As I spread my wings and soar above

It's you, you're guiding me

Y/N can feel himself being pulled towards the water, almost like he’s being compelled to do so. He feels the cold lake water on his skin as he begins swimming towards the source of the song. “Sirenix,”he whispers to himself as wings appear behind him as he continues to swim.

And the morning sun still shines on me

I feel your power too

And the passing tides in paradise

As we stand beneath

This full moon

Y/N finally reaches the person who is singing, but their back is turned towards him. In the moonlight he can see the person’s muscular back. Y/N smiles like a goofball as he says. “That was a really beautiful song.” The person in front of him freezes at the realization that Y/N heard them. They turn around quickly to reveal the mysterious person singing is none other than… Sky?!

“Y/N? What the bloody hell are you doing out here?” Sky asks. Now that the song was finished, Y/N was no longer enchanted. The hazey magical clouds had now dissipated from Y/N’s head. “I could ask you the same question, Sky. What’s a guy like you doing out here singing in the middle of the lake, at night?”

“I asked you first,” Sky had a stubborn look on his face.

“Fine. I came out here to practice with my new transformation magic. It’s easier to practice without Ms. Dowling breathing down my neck, during the day,” Y/N said. “Why are you out here?”

“Umm… Midnight swim?” Sky says, but it comes out more of a question than a statement.

“Wow, and I thought I was a bad liar.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Right.”

“Y/N… listen I don’t mean to be rude, but could you please leave?” Sky said.

“Why?” Y/N frowned. He noticed Sky was covering his lower body, and it dawned on Y/N that Sky might be swimming bare. The ice Fairy’s cheeks began to rise with heat at that realization.

“Are you… are you naked, Sky?”

Sky blushes as well as he licks his lips. “Yes, yes I am. So could you please go so I can get my clothes back on?” Y/N nodded his head and turned to leave, but his eyes caught something flickering underwater. Was it a fish? He looked closer and saw it wasn’t a fish, but a tail.

“Illuminabant,” Y/N said as he pushed himself underwater as a ball of light formed and followed him underneath the water. Y/N looked and gasped as he saw that Sky’s lower region wasn’t bare or human for that matter. Flickering in the water was a tail that looked like a mermaid’s. It was light blue with the scales and the fluke being silver. The tail swished quickly as Y/N could see Sky dive underneath the water and gave a flick of his tail and swam away fast, a trail of bubbles behind in his wake.

Y/N finally overcame his shock as he swam after Sky, his seashell-shaped wings glowed in the water, with bubble special effects when his wings fluttered. Sky swam downward towards a cave as Y/N followed him inside. There was a giant purple shell in the center of the cave. Y/N touched it as he swam around it, searching for Sky, but the Specialist prince was nowhere to be found. Y/N frowned before heading back outside. Maybe Sky swam out and Y/N just didn’t see him.

From his place behind the shell, Sky rematerialized to sight. He had been invisible when Y/N came looking around the shell. He sighed with relief. Y/N saw his tail. Someone saw him, now he was going to have to explain the secret he’s tried so hard to keep hidden from everyone. The question Sky now had to ask himself was… could he trust Y/N with his secret?

Guess he was going to find out.

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

A Vote!

This is a vote for the next fic to be released!

Voting Status : Closed!

I'm a bit stumped on which fic I should release first so I thought what would be more exciting than a vote for the next one. You can vote by commenting or sending an ask for the fic you want first. Options down below:

Chris Evans x Male Reader - Meeting the cast (Headcannon)

Top!Sam Evans x Bottom!Male Reader - Yes, Mr. Evans (Smut)

Enzo St John x Male Reader - An eye for an eye

Sebastian Smythe x Male Reader - Surprise Surprise

Calvin Maxwell x Male Reader - Saved by the Yellow Ranger

Top!Stefan Salvatore x BottomMale Reader - First Time (Smut)

Top!Matt Bomer x BottomMale Reader - Booze and Confessions (Smut)

Liam Dunbar x Male Reader - Mated

Isaac Lahey x Incubus!Male Reader x Jackson Whittemore - Hungry for love (Smut)

Mikaelson Brothers x Male Reader - First Time (Smut! Mikaelson Brothers Pt3)

The top 3 voted will be the ones I release. Voting closes Friday, 13 May 2022, 00:00 so start your voting.

Also just some ideas, I might want to start making First Time (Smut) fics for as many characters as possible so let me know what you think. I'm thinking of starting a tag list but I have no idea how so if anyone could tell me how that works I would really appreciate it.