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blackevermore · 3 years ago

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x Secrets of The Lake: The Company of Misery and Pain

{ Chapter 4: Slight Nsfw }

Summary: Vladimir Masters’ family tree has always been tainted by secrets swept under the rug. From generation to generation there have been countless reasons the Masters’ family had seemed to keep private from the public. Even to this day, Vladimir was no exception. But what was one to do when a restless spirit from the settlement years finally breaks free from restraints and demands you answer for your ancestor’s crimes? Vladimir doesn’t know. However, Clockworks does.

Notes: We just having fun, rewriting some of the canon, new adventure new characters. I will apologize now for any grammar, spelling, weird sentence structuring in advance. My brain writes faster than my fingers and even when I go back through to reread it I still miss things. Sorry about that!

Word Count: 3730

P.s: the nsfw is only in the beginning but it ends in stabbing like nothing graphic. Also would anyone like to be tagged when i update?

He doesn’t remember how he got here, or even where here was but it was familiar and felt like home. It was warm by the fire that lit up the room in feverish reds and oranges. He could feel his body gaining back its energy and his core being restored the longer the warmth surrounded him. In the comfortable bliss, he didn’t notice the pair of arms snaking across his torso until they were wrapped around his neck. His eyes shot open but he was quickly buried in the shallow of someone’s neck in a strong embrace. That’s when he felt the pressure of a body on top of his pushing down. He hadn’t registered the rocking motion against his hips until he heard the broken moan in his ear. Who? It was like a siren's call that made him clasp his hands on the body atop of him. He doesn’t remember how any of this started nor did he care to stop it. The pleasure he felt was intoxicating and drowned out all of his logical senses telling him to stop. He clung to her breathlessly as he felt his chest start to burn, he was now chasing this ghostly high throughout his entire body.

“Vlad…” The voice called his name in desperation, begging him to continue and singing for all those to hear. Her voice was all he ever wanted to hear, yet he had never heard her like this at all. What? Nails dug into his shoulders and down his back leaving trails of red tracks and intricate designs. It stung like lashes but it fueled him even more as he shifted to bite her neck. Her cry sounded more surprised than pleasurable which worried him for some reason. Before he could pull away to ask if she was alright she pulled him in again and slammed down at just the right angle to distract him once more.

“Fu-fiddlesticks,” He caught himself saying and pulled her down against him as close as possible. He hadn’t felt this in god knows how long and he refused to allow it to fade away. Once again her nails found his back and circled around his left shoulder blade. It tickled a bit and he chuckled into her, daring to take another bite of her lovely dark skin.

Vlad had very much given in to this fantasy of whoever he had with him. Surely, there was no harm in enjoying a fit of passion in comfortable privacy. The hands around his neck now played in his hair combing out soft tangles. But when their hand pulled back with a few loose strands he peeked and saw how dark they were. ‘My hair hasn't been that way since-’ his thoughts were cut short as he felt the jerking motion of his body as the hilt of a blade buried itself inside him. Then followed a burning, searing heat pooling and dripping down before pain came from just under his left shoulder.

Vlad shot up from the bed choking back a scream of utter pain as his back still felt attacked. He was sweating and panting as he stumbled to get out of the bed and head towards the adjacent bathroom. He made it to the mirror and looked himself over. He looked exhausted, his long silver hair was a mess as it hung into what was left of his ponytail and his eyes were lifeless. What left him speechless was a small patch of hair towards the right that had now turned jet black. He fumbled with the strands mesmerized and very confused. He hadn’t seen the darkness of his hair in almost 24 years, yet here it was. Vlad’s head began to hurt as everything that had happened flashed across his mind. He was nearly torn apart and crumbled down to nothing, Vlad knew what it was like to be badly beaten but never to the brink of existence. He gripped onto the sink to steady himself when he felt the sudden weakness in his legs.

He knew he passed out which meant Danny was the one to drag him all the way back home. Vlad felt embarrassed having to think about the young hero having to do so. After a moment of finding the strength to stand on his own again, Vlad pushed off the sink and headed towards the door of the room. He much preferred to be in the comforts of his own bedroom than the guest room. At this moment, Vlad cursed himself for being a rich bastard, the halls seemed to almost go on for miles. He had thought about trying to turn into Plasmius to hurry the journey along but he knew his powers were still in recovery. He was stuck in his normal human form until otherwise. When he finally made it to his room he heard talking coming a few doors down where Danielle’s room was. Who in the world was in his house? That’s when it hit him he was supposed to pick up Dani from Danny’s. Had Danny brought her home? Vlad slowly made his way towards the door and slowly pushed it open. Expecting Dani to be on her bed doing whatever she liked doing. Vlad found Danny instead looking out her window on the phone.

“Yeah no, Dani has to stay with me until all this is dealt with, not that she minds it. But Vlad still hasn’t woken up and it’s been three days and when he does I don’t think he’s going to be in the best of moods.” Three days? He had been unconscious for three days? Vlad swore it felt like a couple of hours from the time he fainted to now. He gripped his head when it started to pound again. Danny's ghost sense flew from his mouth and he turned around. “Hey, I gotta go, yeah he just woke up and the last thing I need is him dying on the floor. Talk to you later guys.” Danny hung up the phone and crossed his arms.

He gave Vlad a weak smile, “Welcome back to the land of the living, feel like shit?”

“Language,” was all Vlad could retort with before he pulled back out of the room and headed towards his. Danny followed but had never actually been in Vlad’s bedroom before. He felt like he was invading privacy but if this was where they were going to talk, fine by him. Danny should have known it would be a mini apartment but he wasn’t expecting the gothic-like interior. Sam would feel like the dark goddess she was in this room and it made him snicker. Vlad sat in an armchair in front of an unlit fireplace and slumped down to get more comfortable. Danny frowned, sympathetic to the situation, he had been there before, he took the chair next to Vlad and waited for the other to speak first.

“Where do we even begin?” Vlad grumbled before dragging a hand down his face.

“Maybe with what Clockwork told you,” Danny answered. Vlad only nodded and forced himself to sit up straight and take a more proper position before he told Danny everything. Danny really wanted to crack a joke, tell Vlad that’s what he gets for all the years going after his mom, mock him for breaking a heart he knew nothing about, however, Danny kept silent and only nodded along. Vlad took long pauses between his explanations and side rambles when he felt himself getting worked up. It was just a lot to take in.

“So… do’ya know which ancestor she might be linked to?” Danny could see it on Vlad’s face the man was just as clueless as he was back at the lake.

“No idea, like I told you my family stayed in Europe the whole time then settled in Russia. I'm a second generation American, there would be no point in my family owning a servant of African descent in the German empire then losing everything and going to Russia. None of this makes sense.” Vlad’s brows knitted together and he mumbled a few curses under his breath.

“Maybe there was an ancestor that came overseas during the Mayflower or whatever and they never went back. So like now you have this distant relative that your family never kept up with and they did something bad and BAM angry ghost.” Danny could admit he was a bit dramatic with his explanation, the hands in the air waving back and forth near the end was a bit much. But he had a point, a strong point, those that went overseas tended to be forgotten by the main family if the root of the tree stayed put. Vlad had many cousins he knew nothing about simply because they lived in other European countries. This didn’t feel like a distant cousin ancestor problem though, Vlad could feel that it was heavily tied to his main bloodline.

“I would agree with you, Daniel, but something tells me this is more within my family than some twice removed cousin.” Vlad looked up at the boy weakly. Danny huffed and nodded before propping his chin upon his hand. “I have access to my complete family records,” Vlad began again which made Danny perk up a bit. “I could try to trace back and see if anyone had travelled over during that time and had maybe gone back. I heavily doubt it but right now that’s all we have.”

“Better than nothing.” Danny tried to sound optimistic but he knew it failed. Vlad only nodded in agreement before staring off into the distance once again thinking. His thoughts were clouded between checking his family records but also the dream he had earlier. Danny felt the room become uncomfortably silent and knew it was time to leave Vlad alone.

As Danny got to his feet he scratched the back of his head and asked, “So do you need anything? I’ve kinda been babysitting you while you've been out, but don’t expect me to wear some butler outfit.” Vlad lightly chuckled and it made Danny feel a bit better.

“You can’t even tie a tie without throwing a fit, but anyways no I’m fine, you may go, Daniel.”

“M’kay. Let me know what you find.” Danny turned ghost and shot through the floor to get to Vlad’s portal so he could get back home. Vlad watched him leave then sighed before snapping his fingers for a ghost maid to appear.

“Yes, Master?”

“Something heavy, no ice.” Vlad gave his order and the maid was fading away to retrieve it. A drink, a drink was what he needed even if his body was still in recovery.

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itscanonfellas · 6 years ago

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You Could Call It Love 2/6

Part: 2/6

Pairing: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Rating: General

When Hayden left Beacon Hills with her sister, everyone had been a little worried for Liam. The teen got attached way too easily and losing someone as close as Hayden couldn’t be easy, but Theo knows Liam is doing perfectly fine.

Apparently, nobody else has gotten the memo.

He texts and calls Hayden when their schedules allow them to and doesn’t talk about her in every sentence like he had when she first left. It seems whatever feelings Liam had had for Hayden were now strictly platonic which is perfectly fine with Theo.

Apparently, nobody else has gotten the memo.

“Trish Besko was watching your lacrosse game the other night, Liam” Allison states almost nonchalantly; eyes not leaving where her chopsticks twirl into her noodles but she glances up for a moment to gauge Liam’s reaction.

“Oh yeah I think I saw her too” Mason agrees around a mouthful of Chinese food and Corey shoots him a look as if to say ‘I love you but why are you like this?’

“The loud one with blonde hair and huge-?” Stiles makes a crude gesture across his chest and Theo knows exactly who they mean. Trish is…okay. She’s a hothead like Liam if a little too loud at times but Theo doesn’t really care to learn much more about her besides the things he’s heard from the other boys at school. “You know I heard she’s a huge bit-!” Lydia kicks Stiles. Hard. And Stiles crumples into himself; whimpering soundlessly up at Lydia who shoots him a glare. “Beautiful person, like seriously such a big heart” He squeaks out.

Liam is as oblivious to Stiles’ pain as he finally glances up from his food; seeming to realise all attention is on him now and he swallows what’s in his mouth “…Okay?”

“She seemed really interested in talking to you” Scott adds and Theo finally clicks as to what they are referring to and he bites back a grin, school his expression before anyone notices. They’re trying to set Liam up with Trish.

Get rid of one, replace it with another. Is what his brain helpfully supplies but Theo pushes the cruel remark back. Hayden was a good friend to Liam, she doesn’t deserve to be lump in with some girl hardly any of them know. A girl who Scott and the pack seem to think is a good distraction for Liam.

Liam, still as dense as ever doesn’t grasp what they’re saying and merely stares between Allison and Scott; brow furrowed as he tries to work out what he is missing.

“Maybe you should…y’know…” Isaac trails off, not too sure how to word it.

But Malia, as if taking this as her time to shine in all her blunt glory, butts in “You should go on a date with her”

All heads snap to Malia; staring hard in a mixture of frustration, amusement and in Liam’s case, shock.

“What? Why?”

Scott, the so called Alpha of the pack suddenly becomes very interested in Isaac; clearing his throat and nuzzling close to his boyfriend and Isaac hides his grin in Scott’s hair. When its clear no ones going to answer Liam, Allison clears her throat and shrugs nonchalantly “You should just think about it, maybe call her? It could lead to something really great”

Liam takes a moment to process it and then, as if a switch has been flipped, Liam’s face lights up like a firework. Bright red and eyes wide “Uh, no?”

“Why not? It might be good for you”

“Yeah and it might be terrible too?”

Allison is nothing if not determined however “Just give it a try” She insists.

“There’s no way it’ll work”

“Shut up Theo you aren’t helping” Malia snarls.

“Babe, maybe you should calm dow-”

“I’M ALREADY DATING SOMEONE!”

The commotion in the room cuts abruptly, plunging them into dead silence. All eyes are on Liam who looks very much like a deer caught in headlights as if he’d sprouted it out on a whim and is now regretting all of his life choices.

Which is probably correct.

Now, Theo knows its bullshit. He lives with Liam, hell they even share the same room ever since Liam found out Theo had been living in his truck and there’s no way in hell Liam’s spent any time with anyone Theo doesn’t know about. Most of the pack are accounted for when it comes to dating and there’s been no new scents on Liam so Theo calls Liam on his bluff almost immediately.

But of course the pack doesn’t know this.

“Who” Scott is the first one to speak; suddenly alert as he stares down his Beta. It isn’t a question.

“Uh…” and then Liam’s gaze meets Theo’s and Theo almost laughs at the unworded plea for help. Liam’s a shit liar; even a human could pick up on his lies in a second nevermind a room full of werewolves. The pack would simply debunk anything Liam says next and go straight back to trying to set him up on a date with Trish. And then any other girl they deem eligible.

And that’s what makes Theo reach over and place a hand on Liam’s neck; cupping it and stroking his cheek with a thumb for good measure. Liam’s hot to the touch and his hearts hammering fast from the risk of being caught out on his lie. His gaze tears away from the pack to stare at Theo “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it” Theo turns back to face the pack and covers his amusement with a more serious expression. He’s gotta make sure this lie is simple enough to believe “We started getting closer when I moved in with Liam”

The shock and disbelief on the packs faces makes Theo wish, with every fibre of his being that he’d caught the moment on camera. He’ll settle on living in the moment now.

“No way” Stiles breathes out; breaking the silence meanwhile Lydia squeals; slapping her hand on Peter’s thigh who winces but says nothing. Just stares down at the pair.

Theo’s 100% certain Peter knows he’s lying. But he doesn’t say a word just continues to smirk.

Man whoever was responsible for Peter being at pack get togethers really needed to stop inviting the guy, even if he was sorta in the pack.

“I KNEW IT!” Lydia cheers; turning to Allison who is frozen, mouth agape and chopsticks limp in her grasp “Didn’t I tell you Ally?”

Allison nods, gaze suddenly shifting to Scott who is attempting to keep a calm demeanour about him. Theo can see his clenched jaw however and the way his fist curls around Isaac’s hand. Isaac flinches but doesn’t move away; instead squeezing Scott’s thigh reassuringly.

Of course Mason is just as shocked, blurting out “I thought you were a little to close at Sinema” and Corey makes a little noise of agreement.

All of them grasping at loose straws Theo amuses to himself.

The subject is dropped after that when Danny and Ethan arrive; Derek and Cora not long after and they all settle in to watch the movies they’d squabbled over for an hour or so. Lydia won because, well it was Lydia the girl got her way every time without fail.

Unsurprisingly, it’s the notebook despite a couple protests from Jackson and Erica but everyone settles in to watch it nonetheless.

Theo and Liam sit side by side, leaning back against the sofa with a blanket pooled in their laps. Out of the corner of his eye, Theo can see Scott; leaning back against Isaac but his eyes are not on the screen. No. They’re trained solely on Theo and Liam.

Well, he saved Liam’s ass and consequently put his own on the line so why shouldn’t he get to enjoy this a little?

With this in mind, Theo moves his arm behind Liam, wraps it around Liam’s shoulders and pulls him in to press his nose into the hair atop Liam’s head.

Liam smells like a mixture of the both of them and Theo’s pretty sure Liam uses his shampoo –despite Liam’s vehement denial that he hates the smell of it. Maybe that’s why the lie sold so easily? Either way, Theo decides he likes the scent the two make together and then quickly squashes the thought.

For just a split second, Liam tenses and then relaxes into Theo’s touch; cocking his head to stare up at Theo; eyebrows raised.

Theo pulls back with a smirk “What?”

And Liam just stares, eyes searching Theo’s face; mapping over his frame just for a moment or two and Theo’s drawn into the openness he sees in those blue depths. A naivety Liam’s always had despite all they’ve been through. Theo wonders what Liam’s thinking in that moment, the screen lights flickering over his skin making him almost glow in the darkness. Maybe he’s going to tell Theo to get off of him. Maybe he’ll punch him again. It would be worth it, Theo decides.

And then Liam breaks out into a grin and oh Theo just melts.

“You’re dumb” Theo flicks Liam in the face in response and Liam pinches his thigh. That sets the two of them off in a tussle; grappling and pushing each other until Theo tickles Liam and gets the upper hand. Liam’s back hits the floor but he doesn’t give up quite so easily; thighs gripping either side of Theo in an attempt to flip them but he can’t seem to get Theo to budge. Eventually, they get shushed by someone in the room and a pillow thrown at them from Corey and then silence. And then finally “That was your fault”

Despite Liam’s accusation, he’s beaming up at Theo, red faced and catching his breath and Theo decides he’s plenty comfortable where he is.

He flops down onto Liam who lets out a grunt at Theo’s weight but Theo knows if Liam was really so uncomfortable he would push Theo off of him. But no, he just nudges at Theo’s back with a huff. “You’re heavy, move”

“No” Theo buries his head into Liam’s neck defiantly.

“Both of you shut up” Lydia whispers but he can tell she’s smiling by the tone in her voice.

And they stay that way, even through the next movie; Liam falling asleep partway through until eventually Allison nudges Theo who hadn’t realised he was dropping off himself “Hmm?” For a brief moment, Theo tenses over Liam and lets a rumble start in his chest, but it’s drowned out by the speakers.

“Maybe you should take Liam upstairs?” Allison suggests, a kind of smile on her face almost motherly “He’ll be more comfortable in the guest room”

“…Sure” It takes a little extra effort to haul Liam up into his arms while half asleep but he manages. The goodnights follow Theo out of the room but it seems that’s not the only thing.

“Theo” Scott stops him at the bottom of the stairs, and Theo turns to face the Alpha. He’s pretty sure Scott wouldn’t attack him while he’s holding onto Liam but he isn’t too confident so he remains where he is on the stairs. For a moment, they stand in silence, Liam letting a little snore out into Theo’s shoulder and Theo fights off a smile. “…You really care for Liam?”

“If I didn’t care I wouldn’t still be here” Theo retorts and its true, had Liam not wanted him to stick around Theo would have hopped into his truck and drove out of Beacon Hills for good. Far away from the McCall pack and the trouble he’d caused.

But no, Theo stayed because Theo was adamant he should stick around. Even Mrs Geyer had insisted as soon as her son had told her the state Theo was living in and so Theo had reluctantly stayed if only for a roof over his head and free food.

He isn’t too sure when his feelings for Liam began but he’s in too deep now and Theo isn’t sure he’s going to be able to get out before he drowns in it all.

Scott nods, almost to himself but doesn’t take his eyes off of Theo and Liam. “If you hurt him-”

“Yeah, yeah enough with all the tough Alpha speech” Theo cuts him off with a roll of his eyes “If I’d wanted to hurt Liam I’d have done it already”

And with that, Theo walks up the remaining steps; leaving Scott at the bottom watching them ascend.

Settling Liam in the spare bedroom is a challenge because Liam will not let him go no matter how hard Theo tries and when he finally manages to pull back, Liam whines; still half asleep but now awake “’eo?”

“Go to sleep Li”

“Where you goin’?”

“I’m just downstairs, get some rest”

Liam’s fingers tighten on Theo’s jacket; tugging him down again with surprising strength. “Stay” he mumbles; tucking his head under Theo’s chin and nosing at Theo’s neck.

Fuck he’s going soft. “Okay, okay, just let me take off my shoes and jacket” Liam complies; allowing Theo to shed down to his jeans and t-shirt and Liam sheds his own clothes slowly until he’s in a t-shirt and boxers.

They lie under the blanket facing each other and Liam’s watching Theo with lidded eyes, looking very much ready to pass out. “You’re warm” Liam confesses, hand pressed to Theo’s chest and Theo can’t help but smile.

“Go to sleep Liam” he tucks Liam’s head under his chin and sure enough, minutes later Liam is asleep.

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