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compelled — stiles stilinski x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, blood, violence, vampire!reader, tvd abilities set in the teen wolf universe, this is a poorly-written drabble with little to no romance — angst

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synopsis: you're the new student and citizen of beacon hills, sent by your coven to take down scott's pack. you get your hooks into stiles, but not before he finds out what you are.

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under the silver moonlight, the waters of the beacon hills high school swimming pool shimmered, casting an otherworldly glow that painted the scene with an eerie, ethereal beauty. the night was thick with tension as derek and stiles found themselves fleeing for their lives from the relentless grasp of the kanima, its reptilian form weaving alongside the edges of the pool with deadly precision.

stiles' heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the fear that coursed through his veins. derek's eyes flickered with a mix of determination and desperation, his claws extended as he tried to fend off the creature's advances, but to no avail due to his inability to swim. the echoes of their heavy breaths filled the air, harmonizing with the distant sounds of crickets and rustling leaves.

just as the kanima's shadow loomed large over them, a new presence entered the scene, shattering the predator's focus. you materialized with an air of quiet confidence, your presence seemingly defying the laws of reality itself. your eyes, a mesmerizing shade of crimson, gleamed with an ageless wisdom as you regarded the unfolding drama.

with a wave of your hand, the water began to ripple and churn, forming a barrier between the kanima and its prey. your lips moved in a fluid incantation, and the air grew thick with a potent energy. the kanima's hisses turned to helpless cries as its movements slowed, its strength waning under your supernatural command.

derek and stiles watched in astonishment as you commanded the very elements to bow to your will. the kanima's struggles grew feeble, and with a final, almost mournful cry, it dissolved into the water, leaving only ripples in its wake.

turning your gaze to derek and stiles, you approached them, your footsteps silent against the wet tiles. derek's eyes flickered with recognition as if he sensed something familiar about you, though his memory was yet to be awakened. stiles' expression mirrored his confusion, his mind struggling to process the astonishing spectacle he had just witnessed.

with a voice like a whispering breeze, you spoke words that transcended the ordinary, weaving your compulsion into them. “forget this night, forget everything you saw. let the memory of the my presence fade, let it thaw.”

as the final word left your lips, a serene calm settled over the area, and both derek and stiles blinked as if emerging from a dream. their gazes locked onto you, expressions clearing as if a fog had lifted from their minds. the memory of the kanima's terror faded, replaced with a sense of inexplicable tranquility.

“what just happened?” stiles mumbled, rubbing his temples as if trying to grasp at the remnants of a fading dream. derek's eyes narrowed, his instincts still on high alert despite the sudden calm. “who are you?”

a soft smile tugged at your lips, a hint of mystery lingering in your gaze. “just a passerby in the night,” you replied cryptically, your voice a soothing melody that echoed through their thoughts. unbeknownst to them, the seeds of curiosity and fascination had been planted deep within their hearts, an enigmatic figure whose presence would linger in their thoughts long after the night had ended.

that was only your first encounter with scott's pack.

as the days unfolded, your arrival as the mysterious new student sent ripples of intrigue through the hallways of the high school. each step you took seemed to exude an aura of enigma, drawing curious glances from both students and faculty alike. your presence was an enigmatic puzzle that had yet to be solved, leaving whispers of speculation trailing in your wake.

stiles stilinski, his curiosity piqued from the very beginning, found his gaze constantly gravitating toward you. your elegance and effortless confidence had a magnetic pull, and he couldn't help but be drawn to the mystery that surrounded you like a shroud. your interactions were limited at first, brief exchanges in the hallways and shared glances across the classroom.

one fateful day, as the sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, you found yourselves alone in the school library. stiles, unable to contain his intrigue any longer, mustered the courage to approach you, a tentative smile tugging at his lips.

“hey, you're the new student, right?” he ventured, his tone a blend of curiosity and nerves. turning to him, your lips curved into a soft smile that held a hint of familiarity, though he couldn't quite place it. “that's right. and you're stiles, the sarcastic one.”

he chuckled, his cheeks warming at the accuracy of your assessment. “guilty as charged. so, what's your deal? you're kind of a mystery around here.” your eyes glinted with a playful gleam, but the shadows that danced within them betrayed an underlying purpose. “mysteries have a way of unraveling themselves eventually.”

as you delved into conversation, your words flowed effortlessly, weaving tales of places you'd been and experiences you'd had, painting vivid pictures that ignited stiles' imagination. the more you spoke, the more he felt an inexplicable connection forming, a connection that went beyond mere words and gestures.

in the days that followed, your interactions grew more frequent, evolving into shared laughter and moments of vulnerability. stiles found himself opening up to you in ways he hadn't with others, his guard slowly lowering as you became a confidante unlike any he'd known before.

unbeknownst to him, every smile, every laugh, and every moment of connection was carefully orchestrated as part of your intricate plan. your coven that had sent you to beacon hills had a specific mission in mind: infiltrate the pack, gain their trust, and ultimately dismantle their unity from within. you needed to pick them all off, one by one.

as you forged friendships with the pack members one by one, your allure became undeniable. acott, allison, lydia, and the others found themselves captivated by your presence, welcoming you into their inner circle with open arms.

one evening, under the cover of darkness, the pack gathered at scott's house for a rare moment of respite. the air was thick with camaraderie, laughter, and the shared burden of their supernatural lives. Stiles and you stood among them, a seemingly integral part of the pack's unbreakable bond. with a concealed smile, you raised your glass in a toast. “to new beginnings and lasting friendships.”

as the glasses clinked and laughter rang through the air, the future remained shrouded in uncertainty. the pack had no inkling of your ulterior motives, nor did they suspect the perilous path they were about to tread. in the shadows of beacon hills, a web of alliances and secrets was being woven, setting the stage for a confrontation that would test the very fabric of loyalty and trust.

as the days stretched into weeks, the bonds between you and the pack deepened. laughter echoed through shared adventures, and your once-devious motive began to blur with genuine feelings. yet, lurking beneath the surface, the pack's suspicions started to stir, like shadows in the night.

one afternoon, the woods of beacon hills became the backdrop for a rare moment of tranquility. the sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. the pack had gathered for a casual afternoon of training and relaxation, each member engaged in their own activities.

allison argent, her bow in hand, took her stance with a practiced ease. the tension in her muscles was palpable as she focused on her target. the twang of her bowstring reverberated through the air, and the arrow soared with deadly accuracy towards its mark.

however, just before the arrow would have found its unexpected target—stiles' head—a blur of movement caught everyone's attention. in an instant, you were there, standing protectively in front of Stiles. your hand shot out with impossible speed, fingers wrapping around the arrow shaft just inches from his forehead.

the world seemed to slow down as you held the arrow between your fingers, a calm expression masking the rapid thoughts coursing through your mind. the pack members stared in astonishment, their gazes alternating between the arrow and your serene figure.

allison's jaw dropped, her bow lowering in surprise. "how did you—"

you offered a casual shrug, though your eyes held a secret that you dared not reveal. "reflexes, i suppose."

stiles' heart raced, not only from the close call but also from the realization that you were more than just a charismatic newcomer. as the tension dissolved and the pack continued their activities, the incident lingered in the minds of the observant.

later that evening, gathered around a bonfire, scott's gaze flickered to you with a mix of curiosity and concern. "you're awfully quick for a human," he commented casually, his tone betraying the weight of his thoughts. you met his gaze evenly, the flicker of flames casting dancing shadows across your features. "guess i've always had a knack for staying one step ahead."

lydia, ever perceptive, interjected with a knowing smile. "it's not just about being quick, though. you seem to anticipate things before they happen." a chuckle rumbled in your throat, a sound that carried a hint of mystery. "some people just have a knack for reading situations."

despite their suspicions, the pack chose not to push further, perhaps due to the genuine connections they'd forged with you. the incident in the woods was brushed off as an oddity, a strange yet ultimately inconsequential event. as the fire crackled and stars glittered above, the pack continued to bask in the warmth of camaraderie, their individual thoughts drifting like the sparks that rose into the night sky. unbeknownst to them, the puzzle pieces of your true identity were aligning, painting a picture that would challenge their notions of trust and loyalty in the days to come.

the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet streets. amidst the tranquility of the night, stiles found himself standing outside your door, a mix of nervousness and determination gnawing at his gut. he took a deep breath, rapping his knuckles gently against the wood.

when you opened the door, a soft smile graced your lips as you regarded him. “stiles, what brings you here?”

he scratched the back of his neck, his gaze briefly flickering down before meeting your eyes. “well, i wanted to thank you for, you know, saving my life back in the woods. and i thought maybe we could hang out, have a chat.”

your smile widened, and you stepped aside to invite him in. "of course, come on in."

the inside of your home was adorned with an air of elegance that mirrored your presence. comfortable furniture and dim lighting gave it an inviting warmth. atiles settled into a seat, fidgeting slightly as he tried to find the right words.

“so, um, yeah. the thing is, that arrow incident got me thinking,” he began, his words stumbling over each other. you arched an eyebrow, curiosity dancing in your eyes. “thinking about what?”

stiles sighed, a mixture of embarrassment and earnestness coloring his expression. “about life, i guess. how quickly things can change, and how much there is to be thankful for. and—about how much i've been keeping inside.” your gaze softened as you took in his vulnerability. “sometimes, it's easier to talk to someone who's not in the thick of things. a fresh perspective, if you will.”

stiles nodded, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on his lap. “yeah, exactly. it's just— there's so much that's happened, and sometimes i feel like i'm drowning in it all. i'm supposed to be the funny guy, but it's like there's a whole other side of me that no one sees.”

as the night wore on, the conversation flowed effortlessly, stiles sharing his thoughts, fears, and dreams in a way he'd never done before. your presence was like a soothing balm, allowing him to peel away the layers he'd concealed for so long.

as the hours ticked by, the air grew heavy with a sense of intimacy, a connection forged through shared vulnerabilities. stiles looked at you with newfound admiration, his guard lowered in a way he hadn't experienced in a very long time.

the night was still young when a comfortable silence settled over you both. with a yawn that he tried to suppress, stiles stretched his arms above his head. “wow, i didn't realize how late it was.”

you chuckled softly, rising from your seat. “perhaps it's time for bed. i'm sure we both have a busy day ahead.”

as you prepared a makeshift sleeping area, stiles watched you with a mixture of awe and gratitude. he settled onto the couch, and you joined him, the warmth of the room and the weight of the conversation lulling him into a sense of contentment he hadn't felt in a while.

he shifted slightly, his arm unconsciously finding its way around your shoulders. you nestled into the curve of his body, the rise and fall of his chest matching the rhythm of your own breath. the moonlight filtered through the window, casting gentle shadows that danced across the room.

in that moment, with the world at rest and vulnerability exchanged like whispered secrets, you both found solace in each other's presence. the unspoken connection between you grew stronger, weaving the threads of two intricate lives into a tapestry of shared moments and uncharted emotions. and as the night deepened, the boundaries of reality blurred, dreams and reality merging as you fell asleep in the embrace of his arms.

the schoolyard was bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight, students milling about as laughter and conversations filled the air. amidst the lively atmosphere, you and stiles found yourselves leaning against a tree, your exchange of banter seemingly endless.

stiles' gaze flickered to the ring adorning your finger, a glimmer of curiosity igniting in his eyes. “that's a pretty cool ring. any story behind it?” you glanced down at the ring, your lips curving into a playful smile. “oh, this? It's just a family heirloom. passed down through generations.”

stiles raised an eyebrow, the skepticism evident in his expression. “family heirloom, huh? must be one interesting family.” you chuckled, leaning in slightly, your words tinged with a flirtatious edge. “trust me, you have no idea.”

as your laughter danced on the breeze, a charged silence settled between you. stiles' gaze lingered on your lips for a moment before he leaned in, his intention clear. the world seemed to hold its breath as his lips met yours, and a spark ignited between you that transcended the ordinary.

however, as the kiss deepened, an unfamiliar sensation began to stir within you. a hunger, raw and insistent, surged through your veins, a reminder of the nature you held within. the world around you seemed to fade as your senses sharpened, the urge to satisfy that hunger growing stronger with each passing second.

unbeknownst to stiles, your eyes began to darken, the color of your irises fading to an abyssal black. veins, like inky tendrils, crept beneath your skin, a manifestation of the power and hunger that surged within you. just as your resolve began to waver, you managed to pull back, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

stiles blinked, his gaze searching yours, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. “hey, are you okay?” you forced a smile, your heart pounding in your chest as you fought to regain control. “yeah, i'm fine. just got a little— overwhelmed there.” stiles looked like he was about to press further, his brows furrowing, but you quickly interjected. “it's nothing, really. just—sometimes i get caught up in the moment.”

a mixture of relief and reassurance softened his features. “well, you know i'm always here if you need to talk.” you nodded, your smile genuine this time. “thanks, stiles. i appreciate that.”

as you excused yourself to gather your thoughts, you felt the weight of your dual nature pressing upon you. the hunger that had stirred within you was a stark reminder of the balance you were constantly striving to maintain. wkth the memory of the kiss still lingering on your lips, you braced yourself for the challenges that lay ahead, both in navigating your feelings for stiles and the mission that had brought you to beacon hills.

stiles left the schoolyard with a sense of yearning in his heart, his mind replaying the lingering sensation of your lips against his. as he made his way to where the rest of the pack had gathered, he could feel the weight of his own emotions pressing upon him.

the group had gathered in lydia's living room, an air of concern and urgency permeating the space. scott's eyes met stiles', and he cleared his throat before addressing the group.

“okay, everyone, we need to talk. we've all noticed the growing connection between stiles and our new friend, and it's time to address some suspicions.”

stiles exchanged glances with his friends, his expression a mix of curiosity and surprise. “suspicions about what?”

lydia's voice cut through the tension like a knife, her tone steady and purposeful. “i found something interesting in a book. a latin text that bears our new friend's surname, along with a series of depictions of her family throughout history. all of them with the same red eyes and— characteristics.”

stiles' brows furrowed, his mind racing to make sense of lydia's words. “wait, what do you mean characteristics? what are you getting at?”

allison's gaze was fixed on lydia, her voice low and measured. “she's not human, stiles. she's a vampire.”

the words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a revelation that shattered the illusion of normalcy. stiles felt a jolt of disbelief and uncertainty surge through him. vampires were the stuff of legends and horror stories, not creatures that walked among them.

scott's eyes held sympathy as he spoke gently. “we don't know why a vampire would be here in beacon hills, but we need to be cautious. we don't fully understand what she's capable of.”

stiles' thoughts raced, his mind replaying all the moments he'd shared with you—the laughter, the conversations, the kiss. “but she saved my life. she protected me.”

lydia's gaze softened as she placed a hand on stiles' arm. “stiles, we're not saying she's inherently bad. but there's a lot we don't know about vampires and their motives. we need to be prepared.”

as the weight of the truth settled upon him, Stiles' mind raced through all the little details he'd overlooked—the reflexes, the ring, the aftermath of the kiss. his emotions were a whirlwind of confusion and hurt, a mix of feelings that he wasn't quite ready to confront.

“she's different,” he muttered, his voice carrying a tinge of vulnerability. “i can't explain it, but there's something more to her. and i can't just turn my back on that.” the pack exchanged glances, a mixture of understanding and apprehension passing between them. stiles' heartache was palpable, a reminder of the complexities that came with their supernatural lives.

with a deep sigh, scott nodded. “we won't jump to conclusions, stiles. but we need to be vigilant. No matter how we feel, our safety and the safety of our town comes first.”

as the discussion continued, stiles felt the weight of his emotions pressing upon him. the lines between trust and suspicion had blurred, and he found himself torn between his feelings for you and the reality of the unknown. the journey ahead was fraught with uncertainty, as the pack grappled with the enigma that had entered their lives—a vampire with a connection that transcended the boundaries of their world.

the night air was crisp and cool as you stood in front of the hale house, the darkened trees casting long shadows that danced in the moonlight. the weight of the revelations lay heavily on your shoulders as you waited, the echoes of the pack's suspicions lingering in the air. you could hear them from a mile away.

stiles appeared from the shadows, his gaze steady as he approached you. the unspoken tension hung between you, the unrelenting truth ready to be unveiled. he stopped a few feet away, his voice tense but determined. “tell me what you are.”

you regarded him with a mixture of admiration and remorse, the gravity of the situation evident in your expression. “i'm a vampire, stiles. a creature of the night, as they say.”

stiles' lips parted, a mix of shock and realization flickering in his eyes. “i knew it. i suspected it from the moment i saw you catch that arrow. and the reflexes, the ring—it all added up.” you sighed, your gaze dropping for a moment before meeting his once more. “you're perceptive, stiles. more than i'd like to admit.”

as the weight of the truth settled upon him, the rest of the pack emerged from the shadows, their eyes wary and expressions hardened. scott stepped forward, his voice tinged with a mix of resolve and caution. “we know what you are. and we won't let you harm anyone here.”

a wry smile tugged at your lips, your eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. “harm? you think i came here to harm you?” you paused, rolling your eyes as you turned around fully to face them. “i guess you're all just as perceptive, shit.”

before any further words could be exchanged, the tension erupted into action. the pack lunged forward, each member armed with the unique strengths of their supernatural abilities. it was a chaotic whirlwind of movement and power as they attacked, determination driving their every move.

however, your own abilities were unparalleled. as blows were exchanged and the night was filled with the clash of forces, your movements were fluid and calculated. your agility matched by none, you dodged and countered, an almost ethereal force that defied the limits of human capacity.

one by one, you defeated the pack members, their efforts falling short in the face of your uncanny skills. their frustration and anger only fueled your own, a dangerous dance between predator and prey.

lydia's voice cut through the chaos, her expression a mixture of defiance and desperation. “who are you, and why are you here?”

you paused, your laughter ringing through the air like a taunting melody. “ah, that's the question, isn't it? the reason behind my presence in your little haven of the supernatural?”

just as the pack members were about to rally for another attack, a new presence entered the scene. a figure cloaked in darkness stepped forward, a regal air emanating from them. you offered a curt nod, the respect in your gaze evident. “kai parker.”

the pack watched in stunned silence as the leader of your coven approached. his voice was a rumble that carried a sense of authority that demanded attention. “you've completed your mission?”

you inclined your head, your words carrying a note of finality. “yes. the pack's unity has been shattered. the groundwork for our goals is in place.”

the pack exchanged glances, their confusion and anger palpable. allison's voice was a mixture of anger and disbelief. “what goals? why did you come here?” a sinister smile curved your lips, your gaze locking onto stiles' for a lingering moment. “that, my friends, is a story for another day. but rest assured, beacon hills won't be the same.”

as kai approached the pack, an aura of power radiating from him, your eyes found stiles' once more. his expression held a mix of defiance and something else—an understanding that went beyond words.

before you departed, your gaze softened, the moment between you etched into your memory. "goodbye, stiles."

as you turned to leave, stiles' voice cut through the silence. “wait! i remember you. you were the one who saved us from the kanima. the night in the swimming pool.” your heart wavered for a moment, the raw vulnerability in his gaze tugging at your own emotions. but there was no room for sentimentality. you locked eyes with him one last time, your power weaving through your words as you compelled him. “forget this night. forget everything you've learned. forget me.”

stiles' eyes glossed over for a brief moment before clarity returned, a blankness replacing the understanding that had flickered between you.

as you walked away, the moonlight casting your shadow upon the ground, you knew that the echoes of your presence would linger, leaving an indelible mark on beacon hills and the heart of the one person who had seen beneath the surface of your enigmatic existence.

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