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[#097] I'll Have Your Heart on a Platter (TVD/Teen Wolf)
Theme Prompt: #097—White Lies
Title: I’ll Have Your Heart on a Platter
Fandom: Teen Wolf/The Vampire Diaries
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 807
Summary: Malia gets caught between a rock and a hard place.
Malia’s not good at lying.
Most people would probably consider that a benefit. People don’t want to associate with liars. They’re considered bad people. Unfortunately for Malia, when you live in a world where werewolves are a thing, but they’re not a public thing, you kind of have to keep that to yourself.
It also might be the reason she’s not good at keeping a boyfriend that isn’t supernatural.
She’s sure Peter is very pleased.
Honestly, she doesn’t really enjoy having a boyfriend, anyway. Sure, it was nice the two times she tried, but she doesn’t always manage another person’s feelings well. She’s blunt and straightforward, with straightforward expectations. One-night stands work best for that combination but this is one time when what should have been a one-night stand stretches into something that’s more of a friends-with-benefits situation.
Jeremy’s nice. He’s sweet. He parties as hard as she does, if not harder, and they don’t feel the need to delve too much into their personal lives. She doesn’t need to confess that she’s a werecoyote, and that makes things complicated, and they can just chill. It’s nice having something chill.
On this night, their plans for the evening included some pizza, drinks, and a few rounds to wear each other out. (It’s rare to find someone that can keep up with her stamina-wise, another thing she likes about Jeremy.) They both pass out, only to be awakened a few hours later when Jeremy reaches out and shakes her shoulder gently.
“I think there’s someone in your house.”
Malia pauses, tipping her head to the side as she listens. There are definitely footsteps prowling around her living room. Then the person in question whistles casually, like they have all the time in the world, and she rolls her eyes.
“Stay here.”
“What?” Jeremy seems offended by the prospect. “What the hell?”
“I’ll be fine. Stay here.” She then gets to her feet, pulling her clothes back on and heading into the kitchen. It’s when she gets there that she realizes that Jeremy’s wrong. There’s not one person in her apartment. There’s two.
Derek stretches out on the couch with the leftover pizza. He looks like death warmed over and given the way he’s inhaling the pizza; she assumes that he’s healing. On the other side of her kitchen, Peter is making coffee.
“You know, I brought you this espresso machine for Christmas, six months ago. I thought you would have made better use for it by now.”
“I don’t drink espresso. Also, it’s three in the morning.” She pauses long enough to address her cousin. “Are you okay?”
Derek nods. “Just some electricity and a few hard hits. I’m healing.”
“Okay. You know you’re welcome here anytime, but—”
“Yeah. My phone broke. Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Derek never has a phone. She’s used to it at this point. Then she turns and focuses a glare on Peter. “You need to go.”
Peter turns on her with a surprised look. “What? He’s welcome anytime, but I’m not allowed to visit?”
“Not without warning, you’re not. And I have company.”
“I noticed. Thanks for that.”
“This is not your apartment!” Malia protests, so frustrated with Peter that she almost misses the footsteps coming up behind her. “And I didn’t ask you to be here! If you had called, maybe you wouldn’t have—” Before she can’t finish the sentence, she hears the distinct sound of a crossbow being cocked, and she moves fast, sliding into the space in front of Peter, and catching the crossbow bolt before it can hit her in the chest.
She takes a second to recognize where the bolt had come from. Standing in the hallway behind her is Jeremy, fully clothed and brandishing a crossbow that she did not know he had.
“This is a little kinkier than I expected,” Peter comments behind her. “Maybe you’re right about me calling.”
“Shut up.”
“Malia, get out of the way.”
“No.” Malia stares him down. She can see Derek tensing on the couch and she tries to wave him off. She doesn’t want this to turn into a fight. “Why do you have a crossbow?”
“Malia, that’s Peter Hale. He’s a murderous lunatic.”
“Former lunatic,” Peter supplies. “I’m much better now.”
“You are not helping!” Malia glares at him, and he holds up his hands to take himself out of it. Then she turns back to Jeremy. “I know who he is. He’s also my dad.”
Jeremy’s hands falter, and he tips the crossbow down. “You’re a werewolf?”
“Coyote, actually.” Malia shoots him an apologetic look but doesn’t move from in front of Peter. “And you’re a hunter?”
Jeremy’s jaw sets. “We should probably talk.”
“Yeah,” Malia sighs, as this is not how she wanted to have this conversation. “Let’s talk.”
So much for a chill relationship.
Title: I’ll Have Your Heart on a Platter
Fandom: Teen Wolf/The Vampire Diaries
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 807
Summary: Malia gets caught between a rock and a hard place.
Malia’s not good at lying.
Most people would probably consider that a benefit. People don’t want to associate with liars. They’re considered bad people. Unfortunately for Malia, when you live in a world where werewolves are a thing, but they’re not a public thing, you kind of have to keep that to yourself.
It also might be the reason she’s not good at keeping a boyfriend that isn’t supernatural.
She’s sure Peter is very pleased.
Honestly, she doesn’t really enjoy having a boyfriend, anyway. Sure, it was nice the two times she tried, but she doesn’t always manage another person’s feelings well. She’s blunt and straightforward, with straightforward expectations. One-night stands work best for that combination but this is one time when what should have been a one-night stand stretches into something that’s more of a friends-with-benefits situation.
Jeremy’s nice. He’s sweet. He parties as hard as she does, if not harder, and they don’t feel the need to delve too much into their personal lives. She doesn’t need to confess that she’s a werecoyote, and that makes things complicated, and they can just chill. It’s nice having something chill.
On this night, their plans for the evening included some pizza, drinks, and a few rounds to wear each other out. (It’s rare to find someone that can keep up with her stamina-wise, another thing she likes about Jeremy.) They both pass out, only to be awakened a few hours later when Jeremy reaches out and shakes her shoulder gently.
“I think there’s someone in your house.”
Malia pauses, tipping her head to the side as she listens. There are definitely footsteps prowling around her living room. Then the person in question whistles casually, like they have all the time in the world, and she rolls her eyes.
“Stay here.”
“What?” Jeremy seems offended by the prospect. “What the hell?”
“I’ll be fine. Stay here.” She then gets to her feet, pulling her clothes back on and heading into the kitchen. It’s when she gets there that she realizes that Jeremy’s wrong. There’s not one person in her apartment. There’s two.
Derek stretches out on the couch with the leftover pizza. He looks like death warmed over and given the way he’s inhaling the pizza; she assumes that he’s healing. On the other side of her kitchen, Peter is making coffee.
“You know, I brought you this espresso machine for Christmas, six months ago. I thought you would have made better use for it by now.”
“I don’t drink espresso. Also, it’s three in the morning.” She pauses long enough to address her cousin. “Are you okay?”
Derek nods. “Just some electricity and a few hard hits. I’m healing.”
“Okay. You know you’re welcome here anytime, but—”
“Yeah. My phone broke. Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Derek never has a phone. She’s used to it at this point. Then she turns and focuses a glare on Peter. “You need to go.”
Peter turns on her with a surprised look. “What? He’s welcome anytime, but I’m not allowed to visit?”
“Not without warning, you’re not. And I have company.”
“I noticed. Thanks for that.”
“This is not your apartment!” Malia protests, so frustrated with Peter that she almost misses the footsteps coming up behind her. “And I didn’t ask you to be here! If you had called, maybe you wouldn’t have—” Before she can’t finish the sentence, she hears the distinct sound of a crossbow being cocked, and she moves fast, sliding into the space in front of Peter, and catching the crossbow bolt before it can hit her in the chest.
She takes a second to recognize where the bolt had come from. Standing in the hallway behind her is Jeremy, fully clothed and brandishing a crossbow that she did not know he had.
“This is a little kinkier than I expected,” Peter comments behind her. “Maybe you’re right about me calling.”
“Shut up.”
“Malia, get out of the way.”
“No.” Malia stares him down. She can see Derek tensing on the couch and she tries to wave him off. She doesn’t want this to turn into a fight. “Why do you have a crossbow?”
“Malia, that’s Peter Hale. He’s a murderous lunatic.”
“Former lunatic,” Peter supplies. “I’m much better now.”
“You are not helping!” Malia glares at him, and he holds up his hands to take himself out of it. Then she turns back to Jeremy. “I know who he is. He’s also my dad.”
Jeremy’s hands falter, and he tips the crossbow down. “You’re a werewolf?”
“Coyote, actually.” Malia shoots him an apologetic look but doesn’t move from in front of Peter. “And you’re a hunter?”
Jeremy’s jaw sets. “We should probably talk.”
“Yeah,” Malia sighs, as this is not how she wanted to have this conversation. “Let’s talk.”
So much for a chill relationship.
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