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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2022-03-08 07:00 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2022-03-08 07:00 pm
Entry tags:
- buffyverse: buffy summers,
- canon: buffyverse,
- canon: dc extended universe,
- canon: dctv,
- canon: marvel cinematic universe,
- canon: supernatural,
- canon: teen wolf,
- canon: the witcher,
- canon: vampire diaries universe,
- dceu: bruce wayne,
- dctv: nate heywood,
- dctv: zari tarazi,
- dctv: zari tomaz,
- mcu: jessica jones,
- prompts: get your words out,
- ship: allison/sam,
- ship: bruce/jessica,
- ship: buffy/matt,
- ship: freya/yennefer,
- ship: kate/peter,
- ship: lydia/sam,
- ship: malia/tyler,
- ship: nate/zari,
- supernatural: sam winchester,
- teen wolf: allison argent,
- teen wolf: kate argent,
- teen wolf: lydia martin,
- teen wolf: malia tate,
- teen wolf: peter hale,
- the witcher: yennefer of venerberg,
- tvdverse: freya mikaelson,
- tvdverse: matt donovan,
- tvdverse: tyler lockwood
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SET #7: COMBO (LARGE STRAIGHT)
little more bite, little less bark [1/5] | teen wolf/tvdverse | 580
Werewolves are mind-numbingly political and it bores Malia to tears.
Peter had cautioned her they needed to be on their best behavior for this little mission to Mystic Falls, this meeting of the mind with the East Coast alphas. They are her aunt’s representatives, and needed to make a good impression before Talia arrives over the weekend.
Malia is officially over being the prim and proper werewolf girl that she’s not. For one, she’s a coyote, much to her aunt’s chagrin. And for another, Richard Lockwood has all the manners of a bag of dicks. She doesn’t blame his wife for flirting with her dad the entire trip because if that was her husband?
Well, he wouldn’t be her husband, because Malia doesn’t have time for that shit.
Dinner fades to mingling and drinks, and Malia grabs a drink off a tray before escaping out the back door for some fresh air. She jogs down off the back steps into the rear of the property, peeling off her uncomfortable heels as soon as her feet hit the grass. The stars stretch out above her, beckoning her to give in to her instincts and opt for the closest thing to freedom she has. All that stands between her and a refreshing run through the woods is a flimsy dress and a promise to her father, and she’s never really cared much for the former. The latter is also currently crumbling under the pressure of her wish to be anywhere but here. Before she can give too much thought to that, however, she hears a voice behind her.
“Thinking of making a break for it?”
She turns and sees Tyler Lockwood standing on the stairs behind her, looking amused. Tyler is probably the only part of this trip that hasn’t sucked, and that’s mostly because he’s got a primal charm she responds to. He’s about as into this bullshit and formality as she is, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s hot.
“Heavily considering it, yeah,” she smirks back before turning to face him. “Though my dad probably would be pissed at me for ruining the dress.”
Tyler shrugs. “Not like he can’t afford to buy you another one.” He moves closer, getting into her personal space in a way that probably would put most people on the defensive, but not Malia. She reads the challenge in it, and leans in herself, almost as though she’s daring him to blink and cave first.
“That and there’s not really a lot to do in this town. At least, not if you’re running alone.”
“I take it you have a better suggestion?”
He grins before reaching out, resting his hand against her elbow. “I’m just thinking of things that would really make things interesting with our parents.”
She knows exactly what he means. He’s coming on to her, and if she were any other girl, it might have gotten him slapped. But fortunately for Tyler, Malia’s been thinking the same since she met him, that he’d be an easy way to keep herself entertained while she’s here.
She takes a step back, tipping her head back towards the woods and flashes him a grin. “Want to go for a walk?”
Tyler smirks. “Lead the way.”
When they both return an hour later, with dirt smudges on their clothes and dried leaves in her hair, she’s significantly less bored and a lot more relaxed. Maybe hanging out with the Lockwoods wouldn’t be so bad.
little more bite, little less bark [2/5] | teen wolf/tvdverse | 476
Running away from Mystic Falls isn’t as fulfilling as Tyler hoped it would be.
As much as Mystic Falls was not good for anyone who lived there, it was his home. He misses his friends, even if he’s not sure they miss him. Yet, going home doesn’t feel like a genuine option, so he keeps running. He heads to France, spending time in Paris cafes and practicing his terrible French, hoping that lightning might strike—hopefully not literally—and he’d figure out what he’s supposed to do next.
He’s sitting in a café, stirring his far too small coffee idly, until his ears pick up the sound of someone speaking even more terrible French than him.
She’s trying, don’t get him wrong. And she’s getting by. But it sounds atrocious on the ears and he can see the actual French people around them making a face. Regardless, she picks up her coffee and Danish from the counter and goes about finding a table, but as she brushes past him, both of them stop.
Because she definitely doesn’t smell human. And he’s willing to bet he’s just caught that neither does she. He glances back over his shoulder at her and she’s watching him, a long appraising glance as though she doesn’t know if he’s friend or foe.
Fair. But one of them has to break the tension, so… “Hi.”
For a moment she seems briefly disappointed, but she recovers. “Hi. Malia.”
“Tyler.” He turns and gestures to the table in front of him. “This seat’s open.” But only if she wants it.
Glancing around the rest of the café, she decides that it’s crowded enough it’s worth taking his offer. She moves to sit across from him, crossing one leg over the other. “Wolf, right?”
It’s blunt and to the point, getting the interesting questions out of the way early. He likes that about her. He likes that about her a lot, actually.
“Yeah. But … you’re not.” He can’t quite tell what she is. It’s wolf-adjacent, but not enough that he can definitively say werewolf.
“Coyote,” she fills in for him, and he nods. He didn’t know werecoyotes were a thing, but he’s willing to learn.
“Cool.” He tips his head to the side. “You seemed a little disappointed for a second there.”
Malia doesn’t seem bothered by being called out. Another thing he’s thinking he likes about her. “I came to Paris for hot French men. You’re hot, but you’re not French.”
Tyler laughs before shrugging. “Unfortunately, not something I can change.”
“True.” Malia takes a sip of her coffee as she studies him. “But I can make it work.”
It’s not the first time Tyler’s been judged like a slab of meat. But it is the first time since Liv that he feels like maybe it could be the start of something more.
little more bite, little less bark [3/5] | teen wolf/tvdverse | 662
“Chris, don’t shoot him.”
Argent raises an eyebrow in Malia’s direction before turning his attention back to the young man in front of him. He has his hands up, and is looking anxiously between the Malia and the older man, as though he’s not sure what’s going to come next.
“Why not?” Argent asks.
“Because I have done nothing wrong?” He tries, and both of them give him a look. He sobers, pulling back to look elsewhere. “I’ll let you two discuss this.”
“Good.” Argent turns to face her again. “He could be a hunter working for Monroe.”
“No, he can’t. He’s a werewolf.”
“Being a werewolf doesn’t mean he’s a good person.”
“Yeah, well. We’ll figure that out as we go.” She pats Argent on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. If he turns on us, you’re free to shoot him.” That seems to satisfy the older hunter before they turn to face him again.
Malia knows Chris isn’t wrong to be suspicious. They’ve been in Chicago less than a day, and they already run into a werewolf supposedly in need of their help? But Malia’s trying to be a better person, so she adapts. She still regards this werewolf with a healthy amount of suspicion, but she’ll at least attempt to help.
“So. Who are you?”
“Tyler Lockwood.”
Chris frowns. “Aren’t you a little far west? They usually find Lockwood werewolves in Virginia.”
“Yeah, well. One, I’m the only Lockwood werewolf left. And two, Mystic Falls hasn’t exactly been home as of late.” Tyler crosses his arms in front of his chest. “But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because you and I have stumbled into the same problem.
“Monroe?” Malia tips her head to the side curiously. “How’s that?”
“Because there’s a school full of supernatural kids in Mystic Falls who’s going to be in a lot of trouble if she finds them. And she’s already made strides in that direction.” Tyler holds out his hands. “I have information that could help you. All I ask is that you watch my back while we figure this out.”
Turns out Tyler is adaptable too. Malia glances over at Chris and he shrugs. “Fine,” Malia nods. “Tell us what you know, and we’ll work something out.”
Tyler nods. “Ever heard of a company called Triad?”
Chris’s brow furrows. “Defense contractors. Not much beyond that, though.”
Tyler nods. “They’ve got a hell of a backstory–basically if they catch you, they can erase you from the collective memory. It’s like you never existed.”
Chris and Malia look at each other again. “Perfect for someone like Monroe who wants to make the supernatural disappear.”
Malia nods. “Can kill people with no one remembering you killed them.” She turns back to Tyler. “You know for sure that she’s working with Triad?”
“Not yet, but she’s heading in that direction.” Tyler rubs a hand against his thigh, a nervous gesture. “We could really use some help from someone who understands what we’re up against.”
“I’ll call Scott.” Argent steps back to leave the room, glancing between the two of them before looking back at Malia. “Be right back.” It’s said with the tone that also means “be good” and Malia fights the urge to roll her eyes.
Tyler watches the older man leave, then smirks. “So, should I be more worried about him or you?”
“Definitely him,” Malia snorts. “Piss Chris off and you won’t see him coming.” She takes a step closer and holds out her hand. “I’m Malia, by the way.”
“Malia.” Then he pauses. “Like Peter Hale’s daughter, Malia.”
The context doesn’t chafe the way it used to, but she doesn’t thrill her that Peter’s reputation continues to precede her. “Unfortunately. That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”
Tyler shakes his head, before flashing her a smile. “Not at all. I’m pretty sure I’ve been in worse trouble.”
Tyler seems to be severely underestimating himself. But regardless, this should be fun.
little more bite, little less bark [4/5] | teen wolf/tvdverse | 555
Tyler’s never really been good at faking being one of the upper crust. His wants always seem to conflict with that’s expected of him, and his temper gets the better of him. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy the creature comforts of inherited wealth. Even when he’s out of town, visiting someone else’s small town elite, he finds easy access to liquor, a comfortable room to hide in, and the expectation that people will leave him alone until it’s time to go home.
He does not plan on making a nuisance of himself tonight. It’s even less becoming when you’re not on your own turf.
The expansive Hale house really is something else. Extravagant without being outlandish, set apart without being isolated. Owning an entire nature preserve is convenient for a family full of werewolves, practical even, but still sends a statement to the rest of Beacon Hills. They know how to play the power game, he’ll give them that.
Sinking back into one of the leather bound couches in the study, he lets out a small sigh before knocking back the rest of his whiskey. His parents will come find him when they’re ready to leave. He probably should snoop. His eyes wander up over the bookshelves, looking curiously to see if there’s anything worth digging into when his eyes land on a woman leaning over the banister from the second floor, watching him with a raised eyebrow.
“Jesus!” he jumps, fingers fumbling as he almost drops the empty glass. “Where did you come from?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” she teases. “This is my library.” A beat. “Actually, it’s my dad’s, but still technically mine.”
He blinks, turning his attention back to her again. Right, she is a Hale. Peter’s daughter, if he remembers correctly. Pretty hot too, though both of the Hale girls his age are hot. While Cora, the alpha’s youngest, had seems uninterested no matter how much Richard tries to nudge Tyler towards her, Malia is eyeing him with something much more akin to interest.
Less politically interesting, as far as Richard is concerned, but Tyler can’t bring himself to care at the moment.
“Malia, right?”
She seems surprised that he remembers her name. “Right. And you’re Tyler Lockwood. Have you noticed that your father is kind of a dick?”
“Why do you think I’m hiding in here?” he points out with a smirk. “To avoid him trying to throw me at your cousin.”
She rolls her eyes. “He’s wasting his time. She already has a partner.”
“Yeah, she told me when I apologized.” He shrugs. “I’m just trying to make it through the trip without there being an incident.”
“Fair enough.” She makes her way down the steps towards him, smirking. “There’s no reason you have to hang out in here all by yourself, though.”
Interest piques immediately, watching as long, shapely legs make their way towards him. He knows, instantly, that he’s already courting trouble. There’s something about her that exudes danger. But Tyler’s never been one to run from that, and who knows? Maybe this kind of danger might even be fine.
She settles on the couch next to him, crossing one leg under herself. “So, what do you say? Looking for some company?”
He grins, before nodding. “Who could say no to that?”
little more bite, little less bark [5/5] | teen wolf/tvdverse | 586
Malia doesn’t know why she spends ninety percent of her time in the sewers. It’s not a life choice she ever chooses for herself, and yet. Every time a new bad guy comes to town, somehow she and Scott, or occasionally Liam and Theo, wind up chasing it through the sewers. It’s enough to make her regret having super senses.
Unfortunately, on this trip, they have come up with nothing. A few carcasses, some interesting vermin, but no enormous creature to worry about. Fine by her, she’d much rather be anywhere but here, but it still makes her sulky to have had to come down here.
Scott frowns as they reach another junction. “Well. I guess we lost it.”
The other downside to being in the sewer—it makes it easy to lose a scent when your nose is on overload.
“Great,” Malia sighs. “Then let’s get out of here.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Scott gives her arm a reassuring squeeze, but she can tell he’s worried. Unsettled, even. But then again, Scott spends a lot of time worried. “We’ll figure this out.”
“Of course we will,” Malia nods, preparing to follow him back to the entrance. She’s about to turn and head towards the ladder when her nose catches something new. Turning back towards the sewer, her eyes narrow as she heads back the way they came.
“Malia?” Scott frowns. “What is it?”
“Something’s wrong.” Rounding the corner of the junction, she sees a body slumped against the wall, clutching his side. Eyes widening, she darts forward to check his pulse.
He’s a werewolf. That much she can tell. But he’s not healing, a nasty gash in his side making up most of his injury. Her hand moves to rest against his throat gently, before closing her eyes and focusing her hearing until she could hear the faltering thump-thump of a heartbeat that matches the pulse against her fingers.
It’s weak, but it’s there.
“He’s alive.” She glances back as Scott appears over her shoulder. “We need to get him to your mom.”
Scott, fortunately, doesn’t argue with her.
A couple hours of fluids and blood transfusions later, his eyes open, and Malia is there to see it. She’s not sure why she stayed, beyond the fact that she had a lot of questions and he might have the answers. He blinks, confused at the hospital ceiling before turning and spotting her in the corner. He then jumps, glancing around the room, panic rising like a cloying perfume in the room.
“Relax. You’re in a hospital.” Malia pushes up and makes her way closer. “I’m Malia Tate. I’m part of Scott McCall’s pack.”
That seems to relax him enough that he stops immediately trying to leave. “What happened?”
“That’s what we wanted to ask you.” She pauses, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “We found you bleeding out in a sewer.”
He makes a face at that, but he doesn’t seem surprised. “I was tracking something, and it got the drop on me. Looks like I was lucky you found me when you did.”
“Looks like.” She tips her head to the side. “So. Do you have a name or are we just going to call you Sewer Guy?”
He snorts, wincing as it pulls at his side before nodding. “Tyler. My name is Tyler.”
“Nice to meet you, Tyler,” she sighs, before pulling up her seat and settling down next to him. “Now tell me about the thing you’re hunting.”