#ch: Jordan Parrish

[bhguardians]

Declan slaps Jordan on the rear before whistling innocently and immediately pointing the finger at Derek. Cue the twins arguing over who did it.

Jordan had jumped at the slap to his rear and even let out a ridiculous noise. But when he turned around he was met with the Hale twins. One pointing to the other before they began to argue. The hellhound simply shook his head, a light chuckle coming out of him.

"You know either of you could have just asked me out or something. Not slap my ass and make me sip my coffee all over my uniform." The deputy just laughed a bit more before making his way into the lockers. Good thing he always brought spare uniforms.

[illbringthechaosmagic]

“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ” (To Wanda from Parrish)

@acourtcfmuses

"Don't. I know that look and I'm just..." Wanda didn't want to be lectured on her job, how dangerous it was. She needed to do this, needed to try and save people to make up for the horrors she had done. And so, a little blood spilled here or there, a bruise or two, she could deal with. Which was why Jordan had found her in the bathroom, using the first aid kit to patch up a few minor wounds. "This is my job."

[equallyloyalandlethal]

TOUGH LIKE DANDELIONS

A work in progress Thiam fic with updates once to twice a month. Currently at 18 out of 18 chapters with a word count of 133k.

There's a side presence of Scisaac, fairly pronounced, and somewhat minor Sterek.

There is a bit of zesty spice thrown in, so uh, be warned about Ch 16.

SUMMARY Not much had changed since Monroe's hunters invaded Beacon Hills. Theo tried integrating himself into the McCall pack over the last few years, but had little luck. The Nemeton was seemingly done attracting massive threats to the supernatural world, leaving life to return to what Theo guessed was supposed to be normal, complete with Liam going off to college. Unfortunately, as the puppy pack has finally come home, a new group of hunters has moved in on Beacon Hills. They've learned from Monroe and spent years creating a new type of weapon that transcends boundaries no one could have predicted. Not even Stiles. Theo will be pushed to his limits as he struggles to rein in his animals, which only he and Mason know he's slowly losing control of, while he tries to work side-by-side with the pack to save Liam (and Scott).

TAGS Good Theo Raeken, Thiam, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Captured, Protective Theo Raeken, Hurt Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken-centric, Theo Raeken Feels, Theo Raeken Has Feelings, Theo Raeken is Liam Dunbar's Anchor, Liam Dunbar is Theo Raeken's Anchor, Oblivious, Pining, Mutual Pining, Pining Theo Raeken, Hurt Liam, Sad Theo Raeken, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Build, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Trust Issues, Kidnapping, Good Friend Mason Hewitt, Theo Raeken & Mason Hewitt Friendship, Lydia Martin is Part of the Pack, Hellhound Jordan Parrish, Redemption, Forgiveness, Theo Earns Forgiveness, Scott is a Good Friend, Altered Mental States, Hunters Being Assholes (Teen Wolf), It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Mind Manipulation, Psychological Torture, Semi-explicit Psychological Torture, Control Issues, Isaac Lahey & Theo Raeken Friendship, Personal Growth, Everybody Grows, Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski, Pack Feels, Sassy Lydia, Minor Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken Needs a Hug, Minor Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Past Allison Argent/Scott McCall/Isaac Lahey - Freeform, Minor Lydia Martin/Jordan Parrish, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

[ginger-grimm]

👨‍👩‍👦 Riley Parrish

Jordan!

When she finds out her parents have been alive the whole time it is just too much of a schock for her to start warming up to them again for a while.

Jordan is pretty much like her rock. He thought she was dead for years and still took her in when she showed back up.

The two are a fun pair. They're goofy and loving. Riley takes pictures of him for his Deputy-Themed instagram account and is only MINORLY embarrassed by it.

He's basically her honorary dad and she wouldn't have it any other way.

[amatchinwater]

When Trust is Earned

Warnings: some angst

Ch 6/14 (Ch 5)

a/n: sorry this took an extra day, I'm still traumatized over Stranger Things

Lies of Omission (ao3)

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Shit has gone to hell in a handbasket real fucking quick.

It was well into the night by the time Theo made it back with a very wounded Liam and Hayden. Watching the chimera walk through those doors, knowing that he was the one who saved them, Stiles couldn’t stop the smile if he wanted to. Then Scott, Malia, and Mason came back not five minutes after the couple had fallen asleep. Looking completely adorable, if you ask Stiles. Theo went around and gave everyone in the pack a hug, a huge weight seeming to lift off the True Alpha’s shoulder. Then it hit Stiles, he was about to be able to show affection to Theo without having to feel weird about it because everyone else had. 

Like things couldn’t get any worse either, his father heeded his warning. Not to interrupt whoever it was taking the chimeras. Stiles just wasn’t expecting to be told that Parrish was the one who hulked out. At least they know who’s stealing the dead teenagers. He’s just no closer to figuring out why. The banshee was able to deduce where Jordan was bringing them. So that’s something. 

Barely.

Stiles and Lydia are making zero progress finding the Nemeton on their own. You’d think a banshee would be able to find the bodies with no trouble at all. Or the chimera who was once possessed by a thousand year old fox demon the Nemeton itself trapped. But no, no such luck. They’ve been walking around the preserve for hours. Yeah, it’s only been a day, but being a chimera hasn’t done much in the way of Stiles wanting to be active. 

“We should just head back to school,” Stiles sighs heavily. “We’re never gonna find it like this.” It’s hot. He’s annoyed. All Stiles really wants to do is go home and curl up in bed. Theoretically, he shouldn’t be exhausted now that he’s a chimera. But this is a kind of tiredness that he feels deep in his bones. His brain. A week of sleep sounds perfect. 

“I don’t see why we just can’t tell Parrish,” the eye roll in the banshee’s voice is crystal clear. 

“Because-” Stiles’ phone starts ringing in his pocket, “hang on.” Digging the device out, Theo’s smiling face pops up on the screen and the chimera blanches. It’s not just the other chimera, Stiles is curled up to his chest too. That was the night he was turned. When did Theo find the time to do that? How did Stiles not wake up? Whatever the case may be, it’s incredibly cute and warms the chimera’s heart. “It’s Theo,” Stiles informs the banshee. 

“Put him on speaker,” she grins. 

Stiles slides the green button over, “hey, Theo.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Stiles’ cheeks flare at the other chimera’s words. Why did he think putting Theo on speaker would be a good idea? Lydia’s grin widens until Theo continues, “I’ve got some bad news.” 

“Theo, what’s going on?” The banshee asks.

“Stiles, your dad is here at the school. Another chimera died; a girl,” Theo tells them and Stiles curses under his breath. “And it only gets worse. Corey started spewing mercury from his mouth. They’re taking him to the hospital now. I’m in the truck waiting for Scott. Do you remember what I said the other day? About proving it to you?” 

The chimera risks a side glance at Lydia, regretting it instantly when he sees her squint at him. “Yeah,” he mutters, not sure he wants the banshee to hear this. But he can’t find the words to tell her himself. 

“Do you trust me?” 

“You know I do.”

“Then mute yourself and stay on the phone,” Theo instructs. “I told you it’d only take a few choice words.” 

Stiles scoffs, “I still don’t think he’ll believe you.” It’s his last attempt at keeping faith in Scott. But to be honest, it’s dwindling to nothing really quickly. 

“Just trust me, Kitten,” Theo says again, apparently not caring that the banshee can hear him. 

“Okay,” Stiles says, putting his phone on mute, flicking his gaze up to a very confused Lydia. “Lyds, you’re about to hear some bad shit. But I need you to understand that what Theo is about to say is only half of the truth. Okay? Please, Lydia, I need you to believe me.”

“I’m very confused,” the banshee admits, “but I will always trust you, Stiles. You know that.” Her smile warms him to his very soul. 

He doesn’t get a chance to say anything back because Scott’s voice comes through the speaker, “hey, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“I-it can wait.”

“If something’s wrong, you should tell me,” the wolf counters. “We’ve all got to start talking to each other again.” Novel words coming from the Alpha. 

The other chimera sighs, “this might not be the best place to start, Scott. It’s gonna change your mind about a lot of things.” 

“Theo,” Scott sounds so soft. Trying to use his calming Alpha tone. Stiles tries not to gag. “You can talk to me.”

“Open the glove box,” the other chimera says. There’s some rustling on the other line. “It belonged to Stiles. He,” Theo clears his throat, “he dropped it at the school.”

Stiles realizes what Scott’s holding. The wrench he’d used to hit Donovan after the wendigo bit his shoulder. He rubs the scar, now flaring with a minor ghost pain. Lydia narrows her eyes at the movement.

“Dropped it when?” 

“When he killed Donovan.”

Lydia’s face falls, but she doesn’t look angry. Or disappointed. She looks hurt. Stiles mouths an apology, not wanting to miss the conversation. He reaches his hand out, palm up and she takes it, squeezing gently. He’ll take that as her support. 

“What are you talking about?” Scott sounds off in disbelief. That’s good. That means he can’t believe what Theo’s saying, right?

“You know how he hurt his shoulder, right?” Theo pushes, “I know you smelled the blood.”

“The jeep,” Scotts mumbles, sounding like his own words are foreign to him. “He said the hood fell on him. It wouldn’t be the first time.” 

Why do you think Stiles went with that excuse? Fixing Roscoe has given him more cuts and bruises than he can count. 

“No, no,” Theo takes a shaky breath, “that was Donovan. He attacked Stiles at the school that night. I- I only saw the end of it, because Malia had mentioned that’s the last place she saw him and I was close. But what I saw-” the chimera cuts off with a sniffle.

“Theo, tell me.”

“I saw Donovan go down; hard.” It sounds like Theo is crying. “I couldn’t stop Stiles. He hit Donovan in the face with the wrench and didn’t stop. He just kept hitting him and I- I heard the bones. Maybe Stiles thought he had to defend himself, I don’t know. By the time Stiles was done, he- it- it didn’t even look like a person anymore.” 

Lydia’s face is painfully blank and Stiles is doing his best not to let his own tears fall. He feels like he’s losing two friends in the span of one conversation. 

“That’s not possible.”

“I kept telling myself it was self defense. It was self defense,” the repetition sounds like it was more for Stiles’ benefit than Scott’s. Maybe even Lydia’s too, because she squeezes his hand again and it feels like reassurance. “But Scott, I’ve never seen anything like that before. It didn’t even look real. Like, like something out of a movie. I’ve never seen someone that angry before. Scott, you should really talk to Stiles about this, not me.”

The wolf growls, “oh, believe me, I will.” 

Stiles doesn’t know what to say as he hears two car doors slam closed. Theo says something to Scott about splitting up to find Corey and his footsteps echo through the phone. Lydia still doesn’t look angry and the chimera doesn’t know how to handle that. He can barely meet her green eyed gaze, clinging to her hand like a lifeline. 

“Dammit,” Theo growls, “Corey’s dead. Stiles?” He can’t speak. Theo tries again, “Stiles? Sweetheart, talk to me.”

Lydia reaches over and unmutes his phone, “Stiles, answer him.”

"Kitten?"

“I can’t believe he believed you. He sounded so angry,” Stiles mutters, absolutely shocked at his so-called best friend. “Y-you don’t believe anything you just said…right?” The chimera is unsure why he suddenly needs Theo’s approval or reassurance. Only that he does. Lydia’s too.

“Something tells me you’re not asking me,” the banshee grips his bicep lovingly. “But I don’t believe that’s how it happened either.”

“Of course not, sweetheart,” Theo promises. “If you could have gotten away without it, you would have. How about I come over again tonight?” Stiles half catches Lydia’s parroted again and her smirk. “We can order Chinese and watch a movie. I just have to help Scott with Liam and Hayden first, the Doctors have them at Sinema. Are you going to meet us at the clinic after? Scott wants to look them over there just in case.”

Stiles grins, “yes to all of that. I’m gonna have Lydia take me to the mechanic, supposedly they fixed Roscoe enough to run. Cool?” Lydia nods. “But I’m picking the movie.”

“Whatever you want,” Theo agrees. “I’ll see you later.” 

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Roscoe is definitely not in running shape. How Stiles made it to the clinic is a miracle in and of itself. He broke down several times along the way. The jeep technically stalled out in the parking lot rather than him actually putting it in park. He’s pissed because he should’ve been here over an hour ago and it’s raining so he’s soaked. Scott’s waiting for him outside in the rain. He can smell Theo inside and wants to run to him. One of the two people who seem to have his back right now. 

Slamming the jeep door closed, “Sorry,” Stiles says, “jeep was giving me problems the whole way here. Turns out being flipped and burned is super bad for cars. Who knew?” He tries to joke, but then he sees the wrench in the wolf’s hands. He knows that Scott knows, but he has to play his part now. “Where’d you get that?” 

“So this is yours?” The wolf growls, spinning the metal tool in his hand. Stiles nods, casting his eyes to the ground. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Wiping water from his eyes, “I was going to,” Stiles tells him. 

“No,” Scott shakes his head. “Why didn’t you tell me when it happened?” 

“I couldn’t.” 

Because you’d be looking at him exactly the way you are now. And Stiles couldn’t handle that. At least at the time. Now he’s just aggravated that the True Alpha believed he could do that. And now the chimera is stuck playing the part of the hurt friend. But he won’t blow his cover and put Theo in danger. No fucking way.

“You killed Donovan.” Not a question. A statement, speaking volumes as to what Scott’s thoughts on all of this is. 

Stiles scoffs, “He was going to kill my dad. He was going to kill me!” The chimera’s arms widen before slapping his thighs. At least he can still tell the truth and not fuck this up. “Was I supposed to just let him? Politely sit down with a smile on my face and let him eat my legs and then tear my head off like he said he would?” He hears a quiet growl, no doubt Theo having heard him. 

“You weren’t supposed to do this,” Scott levels him. “And don’t tell me you didn’t have a choice. There’s always a choice.” 

Even being told that Donovan was ready to kill him, Scott thinks that Stiles could’ve gotten away. What he wouldn’t give to have Derek or Peter, hell even Isaac or Allison here to back him up. It’s kind of funny, but something tells him that even Jackson would believe him. They would understand why he did what he did and they wouldn’t be looking at him like this. Like a disappointment. Like a monster. 

“Yeah, well,” Stiles scoffs, “I can’t do what you can! The great Scott McCall, you’re the True Alpha! Guess fucking what? Not all of us can be True Alphas! Some of us have to get out hands dirty to defend ourselves because some of us are fucking human!” 

The wolf shakes his head, water flying from his hair, “there’s a point where it’s not self defense anymore.” 

“You don’t believe me?” Stiles mutters, shell shocked all over again that even with the truth in front of him, Scott is choosing to listen to Theo instead. He’d rather believe that Stiles is a monster than someone who only did what he had to do to protect himself. 

“I want to.” 

No, you don’t. Your heart even says do.

“What do I do?” Stiles asks merely for the sake of saving face. He’s more than a little done with the wolf. “Scott, tell me how to fix this.” Though he couldn’t care less about fixing things. The Alpha said his piece. Stiles is done. 

“Don’t worry about Malia or Lydia,” Scott says as though that’s an answer. “We’ll take care of this ourselves. Maybe…maybe you should talk to your dad.” 

Then again, that’s an answer enough, isn’t it? Because there isn’t anything Stiles could do to mend things with the wolf. Even if he wanted to. Some part of him tells him that he should feel more hurt about this than he does. But he’s not. Stiles pretends to sulk as he gets back in his jeep, thankful is starts so he can get the fuck out of here. He of course only makes it about halfway home before Roscoe breaks down again and won’t start at all.

Ignoring his now shattered window from throwing the bloodied wrench at it, Stiles walks the rest of the way. Something snaps in his chest and it isn’t until he gets to his house that Stiles realizes it’s the pack bond he’d had with Scott breaking. For what it’s worth, it doesn’t hurt. Once upstairs, the chimera peels out of his wet clothes and takes a scalding shower before getting dressed in some pajamas, sitting up in bed while he waits for Theo. 

A car pulls up in his driveway and not a moment later does he get a text from Theo. 

Kitten, where are you?

Right. His jeep is on the side of the road somewhere. Theo probably thinks he didn’t come home. 

I’m upstairs. Jeep broke down so I had to walk. The door’s unlocked.

His front door opens and shuts, the scent of Theo and wonton egg drop soup floods his nostrils before footsteps echo on the stairs. The other chimera opens his bedroom door, to-go bag in one hand and a backpack in the other. “I come with comfort food and my own clothes this time,” Theo smiles, waving the two bags in his hands. “You eat, I’m gonna get changed. Did you pick a movie?”

Stiles takes the offered paper bag and starts to lay its contents on the bed. Smiling at the massive container of soup, steamed dumplings, spare ribs, and disgusting amount of egg rolls. Theo got all of his favorites. “I mean, Star Wars is always a comfort for me.” 

“So we’ll watch that then,” Theo says easily with a smile, grabbing Stiles’ laptop off his desk and putting it next to him on the bed. “I’ll be right back,” he turns to leave.

Opening the laptop, Stiles loads up the movie. It’s still inserted from the last time he’d watched it. “I think I can handle seeing you in your boxers,” Stiles laughs, popping the lid off the soup. 

The other chimera shrugs, and takes his jacket off. Stiles does his best to not pay attention and focus on eating. Which lasts all of two seconds because the other chimera does that stupid over the head, one arm pull to take his shirt off and drops his pants before Stiles can recover. He’s trying very hard to not let the hot soup venture to his lungs seeing Theo in the restricting, black fabric of his boxer briefs. 

Theo for once takes pity on him and doesn’t tease him for staring, fishing in his backpack and putting on the sweats and tee he pulled out. The other chimera presses play on the laptop, settling himself beside Stiles and grabbing a container of dumplings. The golden letters aren’t even off the screen before Theo’s talking, “I’m sorry I had to show you that way.”

“It sucked,” Stiles admits, dipping an egg roll in his soup. “But I think I’m okay now. I mean, Lydia believes me. And I’ve got you, right?” 

“Always,” Theo agrees, leaning over to place a kiss on the chimera’s shoulder. 

They eat their meal in companionable silence with Theo cleaning everything up, per his own insistence. Once he’s back in bed, they’re curling up with one another. Laying his head on the other chimera’s chest, it’s no time before Stiles starts purring, trying to nuzzle as close as he can to fall asleep. “You are a very nice pillow,” the chimera states. 

“I’m sure it’d be even more comfortable if I was my wolf,” Theo informs him, gently playing with the chimera’s hair. 

Stiles shoots up, “I can’t believe I forgot about that!” His face breaks into a cheeky grin, “let me see!” He gently pushes the laughing chimera.

“Alright, alright,” he playfully swats Stiles’ hands away, getting up from the bed. “I promise I’ll teach you how, okay?” 

“Okay, sure,” Stiles flails, “come on,” he drags the word. Awe is the closest the chimera can think to describe how he feels at the sight. One second Theo is yanking his shirt off and the next black hairs are sprouting from every inch of skin and his eyes are glowing gold. Then he drops to the floor, four paws hitting the carpet, a beautiful, massive black wolf staring at him. “Holy shit,” Stiles mutters, eyes ready to bulge out of his head as Theo shakes his, his ears flopping around. 

He’s a fucking wolf. An actual wolf. That’s fucking crazy! The only other time Stiles had ever seen it was when Derek transformed from one in Mexico. But Theo is huge. Maybe it’s because he’s a chimera? That’s what makes the most sense to Stiles at least. He wonders just how much of a wolf Theo is right now. Is Theo there at all? Is he fucking sentient? 

“Can I,” Stiles reaches his hand out without really thinking, or bothering to contemplate his prior question at all. That if this is mostly an animal right now, he could get bit for trying to pet it. But when his hand touches the soft fur between the other chimera’s ears, the wolf rumbles softly, rubbing his head against Stiles’ palm. “Are you still you? Like, can you understand me?” 

The wolf bumps his head again, lifting his eyes to flash them gold at him. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” the chimera laughs. “Well come on,” he moves farther back on the bed, lifting the covers, “I was promised you’d be more comfortable like this.” Stiles fights the urge to literally pat the bed. 

Theo hops up on the mattress, nearly making Stiles roll from his weight. The other chimera nudges him until he’s laying on his back. Stiles settles against his pillow. Well, tries to at least. He’s never been big on sleeping on his back. The wolf gently lays down, positioning himself until he’s practically half laying on top of Stiles. The chimera grunts. Nope. No way is this comfortable. But then Theo shifts every so slightly and lays his head on Stiles’ chest and starts to growl softly. 

Stiles’ hands wrap around the wolf on instinct, fingers running through the fur. “Okay,” the chimera yawns deeply, wiggling enough to settle. “This is,” another yawn rips through him, his head falling to the side and bumping with Theo’s nose. “This is nice,” Stiles mumbles, already half asleep from the living security blanket.

Ch 7 (coming 7/6)

[hklnvgl]

(tagged by the lovely @ailec-12 ✨)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

i was tagged by both @flitwickslittlebrotha and @kelliealtogether thanks!!! 💕

the real hawk: Ronan knocked, and then knocked again with more force.

est quaedam flere voluptas: On some hidden level, Adam wanted to be the kind of person to effortlessly enjoy parties.

Yiling’s apples: There were plenty of homeless people in Yiling.

overflowing: Sirius regretted many things.

little dolls for sale: It wasn’t the first time Ronan had thought about it.

enormous are the groves: Adam poured himself out of his car, barely pausing to close the door after him.

into silence: It was Blue, Gansey and Henry’s fourth going-away party.

the plum tree flower: Adam inhaled deeply when he got the door open.

arm as a pillow: Declan didn’t technically live with Jordan.

stars parting: The nightmare wasn’t special.

all in all i'm pretty happy with these first lines! so much that some of them doubled as summaries 🙃 i'm not sure who's been tagged already so i'm just gonna tag @of-stars-and-moon @ailec-12 @parakeatswrites and you guys can ignore me if you've done it already 💛

10 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

#4

ages ago (i'm super late sorry 🙃) @andrea-lyn tagged me to do this! 💛 (thank you lovely!!)

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2021. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

when the world is one color (pynch, 2k). so this is the first of the many one shots i managed to write and post last year and i'm very happy with how it turned out! aka how to combat being cold with hugs (missing scene, post-trk, pre-epilogue)

but for their voices (pynch, 5k). this was very exciting to write bc it was fun to explore adam's thought process in this cdth-inspired au. aka adam is not unkowable if you stare at him long enough (different meeting au, college)

a persimmon (pynch, 1k). oh dear i struggled so hard to finish this little piece bc there were many different things i wanted to include, but i'm quite happy with the result! aka adam panics bc he's horny (missing scene during ch. 39 of trk)

the puppeteer (pynch, 3k). i made myself cry while writing this one. aka once upon a dream (sickfic, mi-adjacent)

yiling’s apples (mdzs, 2k). i've fallen hard for their story so i had to write something for it. aka why does everything important happen in yiling (pov outsider, gen)

tagging @ailec-12 @of-stars-and-moon @cheeeryos @behindtheatlantic @parrished @catboyadamparrish @flightspathfic @kelliealtogether @parakeatswrites 💛💛

12 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#3

back in march (😅😅) the lovely @ailec-12 tagged me in this game! i'm super late but 🤷‍♀️

rules: tag 9 people you would like to know/catch up with

Last Song: can't remember as usual 🙃

Last TV Show: twenty-five twenty-one (yes it's destroyed me thanks! 🥺)

Currently Watching: crash landing on you (it's a rewatch!)

Currently Reading: you are not like other mothers by angelika schrobsdorff and i'm listening to beloved by toni morrison's audiobook

tagging @ive-garden @creativefiend19 @kelliealtogether @of-stars-and-moon @parrished @sleepy-skittles @purgatorybfs @catboynecromancy @cheeeryos 💛

12 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#2

Describe yourself with ONLY pictures you have! You cannot download or search new pictures.

i was tagged by @parakeatswrites @kelliealtogether and @behindtheatlantic 💕💕💕

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13 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

writing prompts 💖

it's been a hot minute since i last opened prompts and i don't really have lots of time in my hands to write but i think having little things to serve as inspiration is exactly what i need to get back to my usual writing rythm! so. please send me a pairing and a prompt and i'll write a little one-shot 💕 (i'm mainly in the mood for writing pynch and wangxian but if you wished to see any other pairing just send it my way and i'll see if i can write something for it!)

thanks @ailec-12 for helping me compile this lovely list of prompts! 💛

50 Angsty Questions Prompt List

more questions

dialogue ideas

kiss prompts

more kisses

100 dialogue prompts

bad things happen bingo

minifics

anon asks are of course welcome as well! 🥰 thank you!

14 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

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[blaineandsamevanderson]

Title: The Full Moon Job Ch.2

Author: @blaineandsamevanderson

Fandom: Teen Wolf/Leverage

Ship: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Sophie Devereaux/Nathan Ford

Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Scott McCall/Malia Tate Isaac Lahey/Danny Mahealani Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt

Rating: PG

Summary:  An alternate version of Teen Wolf Season 6. Wet after the pack pretends to leave Beacon Hills, but after that, all timelines are chucked, characters are brought back and fun is had

Link to fic: AO3

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To he honest, the back of a closed veterinary clinic wasn’t even on Alec’s Top 10 List of Weird Places to Run A Con From.  They didn’t even have to break in (which disappointed Parker) and he could admit his heart lurched when the back door was opened by a somber faced man in a tan sheriff’s uniform.

Nate of course didn’t miss a beat, pulling an obnoxious persona out of thin air.  “You’re not Clancy!” He barked, wagging a finger at the sheriff.  “Where is that no good son of a pickle?  I swear, if he gave me drunk directions again...Cookie!  Cookie, didn’t I say he sounded drunk?”

“Oh yeah!” Sophie continued, soft voice gone nasal and sharp.  “Lemme call him, maybe he’s sobered up by now….”

The sheriff held up a hand to cut her off.  “Very believable, but I know who you are, Mr. Ford.  Come in.”

Huh.

That was not at all expected, but the man wasn’t giving off any of the classic ‘Gonna do some arresting tonight’ vibes.  His hand wasn’t on his gun and though he had clearly pegged Eliot as the most physically threatening he wasn’t posturing.

The next surprise came when they actually entered the animal clinic and found it packed with teenagers - exhausted looking teenagers - and a handful of adults.  Around the room, Alec could see soda cans, pizza boxes and sleeping bags, clear signs that this was being used as a makeshift shelter.

What the hell was happening here?

“Peter,” Nate said, addressing a man of about Eliot’s age with a goatee and lean, handsome features.  “You mentioned something about a self styled fascist flooding your town with guns and trying to murder children.”

“Nate,” the man, Peter, replied.  “I did and there is indeed a genocidal geriatric running around.  Rumors put you running a team of Robin Hoods...I thought there’s be more of you after hearing about San Lorenzo.”

“We’re more than capable as is,” Sophie said with one of her charming, reassuring smiles.

“Spencer.”

The name was spoken by a slim, bearded man in a leather jacket and Alce was shocked to see that Eliot didn’t look annoyed.

“Argent,” Eliot replied, taking a few steps forward and exchanging one of those forearm gripping warrior handshakes with the other man.  “What’s happening that you can’t handle?”

Okay, so Eliot respected this guy.  Which meant the situation was probably even more dire than anticipated.  

Argent sighed.  “My father is organizing Hunters who don’t follow the code in an attempt to wipe out every supernatural being in Beacon Hills.  He’s arming civilians, feeding their fear and innocents have already died.”

“Also there’s an ancient shapeshifter called and Anuk-Ite running around that enhances fear and hate and breeds violence because that’s its idea of a Country Kitchen Buffet,” a pale, dark haired young man added, making Argent grimace and incline his head in agreement.

Before they could continue, Alec held up a finger.  “I’m sorry, Supernatural beings?  Hunters?  Shape shifters?  Are Sam and Dean gonna pop out of the closet next...and that wasn’t a double entendre though Dean and Castile do give me reason to think maybe...Nevermind.”

“That show has a lot of inaccuracies,” a grumpy looking man who could play Superman on a CW show (if he ever was introduced to a razor) muttered.

“Really?  That’s the problem you have with...What the hell?!”

Around the room, eyes began to glow, golds, blue and crimson.

“Look, we don’t really have time to ease you into the whole Werewolves exist thing ns for that I’m sorry,” a young Latino with a kind face and those red eyes said.  His eyes returned to a warm brown as he continued, “We’re real, we’re in danger and we could use your help.”

Parker jabbed a ginger into Eliot’s ribs. “You knew!” She accused, not sounding nearly freaked out enough.

Actually, Nate and Sophie were taking things in stride too and Eliot merely nodded.  “I knew.”

“Right!” Nate said, calling everyone’s attention.  “I’m going to need a full briefing on the situation, also names and abilities as I assume most of you won’t sit on the sidelines while we’re working.”

“Scott McCall, I’m an Alpha,” said the handsome Latino kid.

The pretty redhead spoke next.  “Lydia Martin, Banshee.”

“Stiles Stilinski, human,” said the fast talker and Hardison glanced at the name badge the Sheriff wore.  His kid clearly.

“I’m a werecoyote.  Name’s Malia,” a leggy brunette said from where she was glaring at a burly boy.

“Kira Yukimura.  Kitsune,” the beautiful Japanese girl in Marvel leggings told them.

The rest of the introductions were just as fast.

“Isaac, werewolf.” The tall blond guy beside “Danny Mahealani, human.”

“Liam Dunbar, werewolf.” Small, younger guy in need of s haircut.   Burly was standing near him.  “Theo, chimera.”

“I’m Mason, human, and he’s Corey, a chameleon chimera.”  A young brother holding a book and the nervous looking kid huddled close to him.

Look up rich douchebag in the dictionary and you’d find, “Jackson, werewolf kanima.”

“Ethan, werewolf.” Another Abercrombie looking guy.

Furry Superman was, “Derek, werewolf.”

“Peter Hale,werewolf.” Nate’s acquaintance.

Eliot’s buddy was, “Chris Argent.”

“Melissa McCall.” Clearly Scott’s mom...and also very hot.

“Sheriff Noah Stilinski.” The sheriff.

“Deputy Jordan Parrish, hellhound.” Yet another model looking guy.

What was in the water?

“Okay, I’m Nate, this is Sophie, Eliot, Hardison and Parker.  Let’s go steal us a town’s sanity.”

TBC....

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tag drop: jordan parrish

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One-Shots Teen Wolf [Pedidos Cerrados] (en Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/PmCOWjqHmL ❤One shots- Teen wolf y tu. Scott McCall - Tyler Posey Stiles Stilinski - Dylan O'brien Derek Hale -Tyler Hoechlin Peter Hale - Ian Bohen Jordan Parrish - Ryan Kelley Brett Talbot - Cody Saintgnue Chris Argent - Jr Bourne Isaac Lahey - Daniel Sharman Jackson Whittemore - Colton Haynes Liam Dunbar - Dylan Sprayberry Theo Raeken - Cody Ch…

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vi.┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ GROUP ﹚quote.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

AA┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚quote.❜ ✧･ﾟ:* 

AA﹠SM┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ DYN ﹚quote.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

tag drop; groups // characters // dynamics ﹙ 2/7 ﹚ 

isaac lahey - IL┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚i mean real help.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

derek hale - DH┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚because you always are keeping something from me.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

erica reyes - ER┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚the word sensational comes to mind.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

vernon boyd - VB┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚whatever you want there's other ways to get it.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

danny mahealani - DM┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚armani.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

melissa mccall - MM┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚have you seen his mom?❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

jordan parrish - JP┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚that's how much you're worth.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

jackson whittemore - JW┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚probably hoping that he would die.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

alan deaton - AD┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚how do you know all this, actually how do you know anything?❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

rafael mccall - RM┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚he wants you to do better; probably wants you to suffer a little.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

claudia stilinski - CS┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚ever have second thoughts?❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

noah stilinski - NS┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚you don’t know everything yet.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

elias stilinski - ES┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚small price to pay.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

ken yukimura - KY┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚your mind is your most powerful weapon.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

noshiko yukimura - NY┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚then you'd have to be like 90 years old.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

natalie martin - NM┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚you know more than that.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

kylie tate - KT┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚it's her doll.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

henry tate - HT┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚ripped a wound open.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

apollo tate - AT┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚hi puppy.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

chris argent - CA┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚just another life threatening conversation.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

gerard argent - GA┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚or because you're a really good liar.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

victoria argent - VA┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚but you're not most women.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

kate argent - KA┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚don't want to save you anymore either.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

valerie clarke - VC┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚can’t keep an eye on me.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

braeden - B┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚if you were paid enough; would you kill her?❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

peter hale - PH┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚you were always a monster.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

cora hale - CH┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚is she for real?❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

laura hale - LH┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚under a spiral.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

talia hale - TH┇*:・ﾟ✧﹙ ID ﹚rare among her kind.❜ ✧･ﾟ:*

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✌🏼 + riley & parrish!

[amatchinwater]

When Trust is Earned

Warnings: canon typical violence, blood,

Ch 7/14 (Ch 6)

Status Asthmaticus (ao3)

---

How come you let it get so bad?

Malia’s words are still ringing in his head as she parks in front of the police station after taking him to get Roscoe on a tow truck. Theo had to go back to the clinic so that Scott didn’t suspect anything and Lydia is still working with Parrish. Working meaning she’s sitting in front of the cell he’s decided to lock himself in after they found the Nemeton. 

He feels like a giant asshole. Stiles had been so swept away by Theo that he’d quite literally forgotten that he was in a relationship with Malia. Though, to be fair, neither she nor Scott seemed to notice the change in him. It’s time to end things, Stiles knows that. To be frank, he should have done it a long time ago before the chimera had even shown back up to Beacon Hills. This isn’t Theo’s fault. Stiles isn’t really so sure it’s his either. He and Malia never should have been together in the first place. 

Now he just has to man the fuck up and do it. 

“Want me to wait for you?” Malia asks, her tone still a little clipped from their conversation on the way here. 

One can only drop so many metaphors until it becomes blatantly obvious what they’re trying to say. “No, probably going to take a while.” Stiles says, trying to bide himself a moment of how to word this properly so that Malia isn’t devastated. He’s breaking up with her, not trying to be inherently cruel.

“Because you’re going to tell him about Donovan?” The coyote floors him with a single question. How the fuck did she know? “I saw the bite on your shoulder the day Liam and Hayden were missing. Your shirt had bunched up and that didn’t look like something your jeep could do. Last I checked cars don’t have teeth.” Stiles isn’t really sure what to say, so he lets her keep talking. “It didn’t matter to me that you killed him. That’s why I never said anything.”

Killed him. Not protected himself. Not self defense. Killed him. There’s so much unsaid in the silence that’s damn near suffocating him. That she didn’t say anything because she thought he was capable of murder and couldn’t care less. The fact that Malia even thinks to begin with that he could just kill someone in cold blood. “It matters to me,” he shakes his head, opening the car door and getting out. Patting the door he says, “goodbye, Malia.” 

The look on the coyote’s face tells him that she realizes he’s breaking up with her and Malia’s eyes get red with tears. He won’t say sorry. Can’t really when another person in his life proved that they truly don’t know him at all. For once thinking about his own feelings, Stiles simply walks away and heads into the police station. He’ll feel bad about kissing Theo before they were actually broken up, but that’s about it. Not that he did it. Stiles refuses to feel bad about that. 

Walking through the doors, Stiles sees the lights are off in his dad’s office. He must be out on a call. There’s only a handful of deputies sitting at their desks. The perks of being him, they all give him a smile and nod as he goes into the office to wait for his father to return. Slumping in the chair, Stiles tries not to think about the events of the past few days. Merely one: Donovan. And how the hell he’s going to explain to his father what he did. All the chimera knows is that he has to. His dad deserves to know the truth. 

No matter the consequences. 

The lights go out and an alarm starts blaring. Stiles jumps to his feet, the second he opens the door an overwhelming scent of smoke fills his nose though there’s no fire. Parrish. All the deputies are on their feet, guns at the ready. Parrish rounds the corner with glowing orange eyes, like fire trapped in his irises. “No, don’t!” The chimera shouts at one of the policemen. “Just let him go!” All he can think of is his jeep flipping over and doesn’t want to find out what Jordan can do to an entire building if he doesn’t get past. 

Whatever the hell Parrish is, struts out of the station without so much as a glance in their direction. Stiles can’t help but feel like they had an incredibly close call just now. Yanking his phone out of his pocket, the chimera texts Theo what happened and to come and get him from the station. He really hates not having a car of his own to drive. But he highly doubts the deputies will let him take one of theirs. 

Rushing out to the parking lot, Stiles paces in the gravel, biting his nails while he waits for Theo to show up. He doesn’t bother checking his phone, but some time later, the blue truck pulls up and the chimera hops out of the driver’s seat. 

“Sorry,” Theo huffs, “I got here as fast as I could.”

Stiles isn’t really paying attention to the other chimera’s words, opening the passenger door with a little more force than necessary, “we gotta go. Now. Parrish is on his way to a body right now.” 

“Okay, wait,” Theo tries, “Stiles, wait!”

“Parrish it out!” The chimera slams the door closed, “we have to tell Scott.”

“Stiles,” blue eyes regard him gently, “you know he doesn’t want to talk to you right now.” 

His eyes roll on instinct alone, “I’m aware. But I don’t really give a shit.” Stiles fights another eye roll, but his scoff comes through, “this is more important than his precious feelings. This affects all of us, whether I want to deal with Scott and his bullshit or not.”

Theo chuckles, he smells proud, but his brows shoulders are set like he’s angry, “Scott may not want to talk to you. But your dad does,” the other chimera flashes a small card in the air. Stiles’ eyes widen when he sees that it’s his library card. The one he’d tossed to keep his lie to his dad that he lost it. “I covered for you. This was taken care of.”

Hang on. “You covered for me?” They weren’t even together yet. Not that they are now. Shit. Okay, chill the fuck out. “Why?” 

“I told you, I want a pack,” Theo reminds him like he can’t believe Stiles forgot. “The werecoyote whose first instinct is to kill. The banshee surrounded by death.” Stiles’ anger rises with each word. “The dark kitsune,” he continues, walking in a circle. It’s then Stiles realizes that he hasn’t seen Kira in weeks. Has no idea how she is or what she’s doing. “The Beta with anger issues. I came back for Void Stiles. For you.”

Stiles’ heart plummets hearing Theo say Void. He feels used. Lied to. Betrayed. He really thought Theo wanted him. Bile rises in his throat thinking of how he’s grown to trust the other chimera despite everything. How Stiles likes, maybe even loves him. Seeing someone repeatedly save your life and tell you they want and care about you will do that to a person. 

“But that doesn’t include Scott,” Theo seethes. “He’s with Liam having a nice little ‘chat’.”

“He’s gonna kill him.”

Theo shrugs, “Scott won’t save Hayden. Let’s just say with the super moon, Liam is a little upset. I’ll tell you where your dad is if you promise not to go to Scott. You can’t save them both, Stiles.” Something’s wrong with his dad? Anger doesn’t hold a candle to how Stiles feels right now. “He’s hurt, but I promise you, I didn’t do it. I just know where he is.”

“So,” Stiles hates that his voice shakes. “This was all to get to Scott?” The chimera’s blood boils. He’s a fucking chimera now. He wants Theo. But it was all a ploy. A game of Theo’s making to kill Scott. Theo never wanted him, only the potential for Void. He should’ve known better. Stiles did know better. He’s swinging before he has a chance to think twice, fist connecting with Theo’s cheek. 

The other chimera laughs, “there he is! It felt good, didn’t it?” Theo makes a ‘come at me’ with his hands, “come on Kitten, hit me again. I can take it.” Theo laughs again at the chimera’s hesitancy. “Don’t worry, we can keep this from Scott too. Can’t really lose your best friend, right? Please,” Theo tsks, “you never needed him. I’ve been a better friend in the last two weeks than he has in years. He makes you weak!”

Yelling, Stiles punches the other chimera hard enough that he stumbles to the ground. Still laughing, increasing Stiles’ anger ten fold and he lunges to ensure Theo stays down. Fingers curl into the other chimera’s jacket. “This is why you turned me?” Stiles’ eyes betray him with tears. He hates that more than the tremble in his voice. “Make me a chimera, make me l-like you,” he internally punches himself almost saying love, “but it was all just to get back at Scott. Was I part of the joke? Haha, Scott, I stole your best friend, is that it? It all started with you turning me, didn’t it?”

Theo chuckles underneath him, “No, Kitten. For me, this started the second I told you I came back for you.” The other chimera leans up, making Stiles sit in his lap. Theo wipes the blood from his nose, “I had you when you watched me work out,” he wraps his arms around the chimera’s waist and Stiles relaxes into the hold despite himself. “But if you want to know the real start. When you really fell in love with me?” Theo gets in his face, noses touching, he drops his voice to a whisper, “it’s when you cheated on your girlfriend with me on the roof.”

Stiles goes through a series of emotions in a matter of three seconds. Shock that Theo knew he meant to say love and not like. Awe at the fact that his body is reacting to the other chimera like he hadn’t just punched him. Realization that Theo’s right, Stiles loves him so fucking much. And finally acceptance. A willingness to still be here, trapped by those blue eyes that have told him everything. The strong arms holding him that have saved him time and again. The heart beating under his finger tips that have shown him so much compassion that Stiles almost can’t handle it. 

“Even if Scott or Void wasn’t a factor, I’d still want you Stiles.” Theo’s voice softens and his brows lose their tension. “I have no problem treating people like pawns. But not you. You mean too much to me, Kitten,” his fingers dip under Stiles’ hoodie to rub small circles, flaring goosebumps everywhere. “Are you ready to admit that to yourself? No more lies. From either of us. Join my pack? Be with me?”

Stiles nods, his heart pounding in his chest as he leans in to seal their mouths. Seems fitting that the first time their lips connected Theo was covered in someone else’s blood, that now agreeing to be with him it’s the chimera’s own. By Stiles’ hand no less. A promise of what he’ll do in the future should Theo be lying to him now. 

“Let’s go get your dad,” Theo whispers against his mouth. “Then come to the library with me. I’ll show you that even after I get what I want, that I’ll still want you. Void or not. Chimera you seems just a fiery.” With a growl, Theo digs his fingers in and grinds Stiles against him, “I love it.” 

“You better,” Stiles allows himself to smile. To laugh. 

“Come to Daddy and I’ll show you.”

---

They get to his dad and take him to the hospital in no time. Liam’s dad assured him he’ll do everything he can to make sure his father is taken care of. Stiles feels weird leaving the hospital rather than waiting until he knows his dad’s okay. But he needs to know that Theo is telling the truth. Because if he’s not, boyfriend- can he even call him that?- or not, Stiles is prepared to kill him himself. No more lies. 

Over the last few days, Stiles has worked to learn scents and chemosignals. So when they pull up to the library, he’s surprised when he smells Mason alongside Scott and Liam. Not to mention the copious amounts of blood. Even as a human, he’s smelled death before. He doesn’t right now. Maybe Liam couldn’t go through with it.

Theo’s pissed when they walk through the doors to find Mason trying to keep Liam away and Scott slumped in the stairs covered in blood. “Bad timing,” the other chimera growls and the pair standing whip to face him. “I mean, seriously, you couldn’t have waited five more minutes?” Theo rushes towards the boys.

“Theo don’t!” Stiles shouts. The human and young wolf are the only to acknowledge his presence. Scott seems too out of it to even notice he���s there let alone speaking. 

If possible, the other chimera looks more pissed than he did before. And now it’s directed at him. “You said you were okay with this. Change your mind already?” 

“No! And I am. Just-” Stiles sighs heavily, “not Mason. He’s innocent. So’s Liam. Take your power, but let them go.” He can’t afford to feel sorry for what might happen to Scott. Not after the Alpha could have such little faith in him. Treat him like garbage. Kick him out of the pack and refuse to listen to reason. 

A wicked grin pulls at Theo’s lips once he puts together what Stiles is suggesting. “Move,” he says to the pair beside him. 

“Do what he says,” Stiles reasons with the human. 

Mason clambers to his side as best he can while dragging an injured Liam. “Why are you doing this?” 

“He promised not to hurt anyone else if he gets what he wants.” Which is technically a lie, but also not. Theo may not have said those words, but he made it very clear by listening to Stiles and not hurting Mason. 

“So you’re being used?” Mason’s face scrunches, adjusting his stance to hold the wolf upright. 

Stiles goes to say no, but Theo shakes his head. Silently telling him to let Mason believe that for now. “Y-yeah. I can’t handle more death,” the chimera says, the words stale in his mouth considering what’s about to happen. “One for the good of the many and all that.”

Theo chuckles at his lie and all Stiles can do is watch as his claws sink into Scott’s chest. The Alpha roars, his eyes glowing red before flickering to gold and eventually going dim, closing when he slumps lifelessly on the steps. Theo turns to face them, his once golden eyes burning a vibrant ruby. “Someone should probably call Melissa,” the other chimera smirks. 

“Yeah,” Mason mutters emotionlessly and fumbles to get into his pocket.

Stalking over to them, Theo grabs Stiles by his collar and drags him out of the library and back to his truck. “Dude,” the chimera thrashes in his grip, “what the fuck?”

With another chuckle, Theo shoves him up against the truck, flashing his red eyes again and Stiles’ gold respond. Fuck, if that isn’t a beautiful color on the other chimera. “Mason’s supposed to believe I’m forcing you, right? Had to make it believable,” is all the other chimera says before crashing their mouths together and pressing him into the truck with his body. Stiles moans when the other chimera’s tongue slides against his lip, slipping past his mouth and making him beautifully dizzy. Stiles is gasping for air when Theo pulls back to speak, “there’s one more thing we need to do and then I’ll get you back to your dad, okay?” 

“Okay,” Stiles breathes out, still not getting proper air just yet and gets into the truck. Theo drives them towards the water treatment plant. “Why didn’t you let me tell Mason the truth?” He asks, following the Alpha into the operation theater. 

“He wouldn’t have believed you,” the other chimera says easily. “He needs more incentive first,” Theo starts filling a massive syringe with green liquid from a container with a body inside. That’s fucking gross. Stiles gags realizing that’s what he was injected with too. “Do you remember how to get to the Nemeton?” 

“No,” he replies. He didn’t have any luck with Lydia. But she did with Parish. “But Lydia might.” 

“Funny you should say that,” Theo winces, walking towards another room. “Before you freak out, I promise I didn’t hurt her more than needed!”

Following the other chimera, Stiles sees Lydia slumped on the floor, blood dried on her forehead. “What did you do?!” He runs to her side, placing her head in his lap.

“I found her in the library, she figured out what Parrish is,” Theo explains. So not enough to warrant this. “But then she also figured out that Scott was going to die. I couldn’t let her warn him.” 

The banshee stirs in his lap, “Stiles?” She croaks. 

“I only knocked her out so I could get her here. That’s all,” Theo says seriously. “I’d never hurt her without reason. I know she means too much to you to baselessly harm her.” The other chimera puts his hand on her shoulder and black veins ripple on Theo’s flesh. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” 

“I know,” Stiles nods, knowing that a were can only take pain if they actually care. If Lydia had warned Scott, Theo could very easily be the one dead. That doesn’t sit right with Stiles. Lydia is alive, she’s breathing. “I don’t care if something is starting here, Theo. You hurt her again and we’re gonna have a problem. Got it?” 

“Of course.” 

The banshee looks back and forth between them and Stiles can see the cogs spinning in her head as the puzzle pieces fall together. “So you’re together?” She doesn’t look angry or even upset. “It’s about time, honestly.” Her green eyes fall on the Alpha as she sits up, “you know, after Corey, I would have come willingly.”

“Seriously?” Theo blurts out, surprise clear as day on his face. Stiles mirrors it. “I figured you would’ve ran straight to Scott.”

“No, I would’ve gone to Stiles. But it seems like he already knows,” Lydia stands on wobbly legs with Stiles’ help. “If he’s with you, so am I.” Theo honest to god smiles. Stiles couldn’t be more proud or happy if he tried. “What do you need?” 

“To find the Nemeton,” Stiles answers.

“Why?”

“I need a pack,” Theo flashes her his red eyes.

“I can’t do that,” she drops her head. “Parrish found it by chance. Stiles had to almost die. I- I can’t do it. I don’t know how,” Lydia sounds defeated. 

Theo gives Stiles an apologetic look, “it’s in your memories though. I am an Alpha now.” 

“No,” Stiles cuts in before Lydia can say anything. “You could hurt her. Really hurt her.”

“Do it.”

“What?!” Stiles squawks. There’s no way she just said that. None. 

Pinching her lips together, Lydia pats his arm, “if this is how I can help, then let me. And,” she cocks her head to the side, “you can’t be mad at him if I’m allowing him to do it. I’ll accept the consequences ”  

“I won’t!” Stiles counters. He can’t let her get hurt. Peter was adamant that it’s dangerous even if the Alpha knows what they’re doing. Theo’s never done this before. Who’s to say he won’t accidentally paralyze her. Or worse. Kill her. 

“It’s not your decision,” the banshee says firmly. 

Theo flicks his claws out, “I promise, if anything happens, we’ll get you to the hospital right away.” Lydia nods, moving her hair away from the back of her neck. 

The Alpha’s claws sink in and Stiles winces, helping keep her upright. He wants to throw up. The blank expression on Lydia’s face is startling. “Please tell me you’re doing it right.”

“I see it!” Theo grins, carefully pulling his claws out. “I know how to get there. You okay?” He asks as the banshee slowly sits back down with both of their help. 

Lydia nods, but she looks spacey, “go,” she whispers. “I’ll be fine. Go.”

Something in her tone tells Stiles that’s very much not the case, but his feet carry him after Theo. 

---

In the preserve on their way to the Nemeton, Stiles’ phone rings with a call from Melissa. “Stiles,” she sounds worried, not distraught, which is very odd. “Your dad isn’t doing so great. I really think you should get to the hospital.”

“What?” His heart slams in his chest, anxiety coiling around him like a vice. He can’t lose his dad too. Stiles doesn’t think he can make it without both of his parents. Losing one was hard enough.

“There’s some kind of poison. The surgery went fine, but he’s not getting better and we don’t know what to do.” Theo looks confused at her statement and Stiles focuses on not throwing up. The other chimera’s hand rubs his back in soothing motions, calming him. “There’s something else. Scott um, Scott almost died.” 

Almost? 

“Almost? I- is everything okay?” He’s really confused as to why she’s telling him. Wouldn’t Mason have told her that he was there? And why would she possibly think that would be a good thing to lump in with the news about his father? 

“Well, he’s alive,” she says. 

“But?”

Melissa sighs, “he’s not an Alpha anymore. He- he wanted me to tell you he’s sorry for what happened with you two.” Of course he did. “Now, I don’t know what went down with you boys, but I’m sure it can be fixed. Please, if you can find it in yourself to forgive him, please come and see him. He could use a friend right now.” 

What about when Stiles needed a friend? Where was Scott then? Oh, right. Kicking him out of the pack. “I have to check on my dad.” He’ll feel bad about it later, his bad blood isn’t with the woman who’s treated him like a son, but he hangs up on her. By the look on the Alpha’s face, he’d heard everything.

Theo growls, “are they still red?” He flashes his eyes and beautiful scarlet orbs stare at the chimera. Smiling softly, Stiles nods, reaching out to entwine their fingers and they walk through the preserve. The touch grounding him so his insides don’t crumble over his father. “Let’s do this quickly so I can get you to the hospital.” Stiles is grateful for the increase of their speed. “Since he’s not dead, wanna play more games with Scott?” 

Stiles can see it for what it’s meant to be. A way to try and cheer him up and distract him from the fact that he can’t immediately get to his father. “Like what?” He asks as they come up to the Nemeton. Bodies scattered all around the massive stump like an unmarked grave. 

“When we’re done here and we figure out what’s wrong with your dad, go to him. Scott, I mean. Let him think you’re still on his side and seeking forgiveness.” Theo waves the syringe. “I’m about to have incentive for the others and then you can take them apart from the inside.”

“What incentive exactly?”

Theo smiles, “watch this, Kitten. For you and me,” the Alpha injects Tracy and Josh. “For Liam,” by the time he injects Hayden, the first two are now gasping for air. What the actual fuck is going on? Theo’s resurrecting them. Holy. Shit. “And a twofer; Mason who ensures us Liam.” Theo uses the last of the green liquid on Corey, tossing the empty syringe to the dirt.

Stiles stares slack jawed as the four chimeras get to their feet, disoriented. 

“What’s going on?” Hayden’s big brown eyes land on him and Stiles doesn’t know how to begin to answer that. 

“Who are you?” Tracy asks while Josh and Corey exchange looks.

“I’m your Alpha,” Theo flashes his eyes at them. “All of you?” He turns to face Stiles with a special smirk just for him. A tight cord pulls taut in his chest when Theo says, “you belong to me now.”

Ch 8

[commandeurlexa]

marrish + comforting, go!

Jordan has always been confident in his ability to help people, which was why he didn’t see any reason to reject Miss Martin’s proposal for him to help Lydia out. But he always feels incompetent when he’s trying to help out Lydia, because he has never been in a situation where it was  someone he truly, unconditionally cared about that he had to help, and he never really thought about the consequences and how it would end if it didn’t work. So helping Lydia and comforting her is really important to her and even if he seems overbearing at times, it’s because he’s trying his absolute hardest to help her in ways no one else is. 

[ginger-grimm]

💗 + for your most beloved oc ^_^ the one you never grow tired of talking about.

Can we stop taking pictures now, Uncle Jordan? I need to get back to class.

Only a couple more, Riley. People love my account!

Does Sheriff Stilinski love it too? Otherwise you're probably gonna get fired for not doing your job!

[commandeurlexa]

"I'm not usually like this, I'm sorry." / "What do you want? God damn it, what do you want?" / "I'll always come back." / "Goodnight. I'll be seeing you."

Jordan shrugged, shaking hsi head. “You’ve been through a lot in the last couple of months. It’s okay for you to not feel like yourself, Lydia.” He sighed gently. “You don’t have to take care of everyone.”

"I don’t know what I want." He said quietly. "I don’t… I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and it’s freaking me out that it’s about you." He looked up at her gently and he sighed. "Will you give me some time? To figure all these things out?"

"Thank you." He said into the receiver, smiling to himself. Sheriff Stilinski looked at him with a raised eyebrow from across the office, and he cleared his throat. "I will see you tomorrow, Ms. Martin." He said in a much more serious voice, and waited until she said goodbye before hanging up the phone and quickly going back to his work.

"Wait." Parrish grabbed her hand and instantly let go, unsure if that had been the right thing to do. "Why don’t you stay? I mean, it’s late, and with this town’s track record, I’d rather not have you wandering around at night by yourself."

[commandeurlexa]

"I trusted you, and you used that to your advantage." // "Our personalities... They clash. It won't work."

"It wasn’t to hurt you, Lydia." Jordan’s eyes begged her to forgive him, to let him back in. She was closing herself off again, and he just got in. "I was worried about you. Everyone was. Scott, Stiles. Your mother. We just wanted to help you, and I needed to get close to you to figure out how to do it."

"That’s a load of bullshit!" His exclamation must have startled her, because her eyes widened, and she blinked at him a few times. "We work well together. We make a good team, and I want you to be my partner in more ways than to just solve murders."