#just fell to my knees theo always wants to protect that boy no matter what he says

[lesbiradshaw]

“Theo and Liam turn back to see Gabe aiming his assault rifle at them, causing Theo to waste no time putting his arm around Liam's shoulders and thrusting them both forward as fast as he can so they can duck.”

really gives “you’re going first” a new meaning doesn’t it.

[willowbleedsonpaper]

What Will Never Be

Theodore Nott x Reader

Second Part to What it used to be

W.C. : 1804

Warnings: Death, angst, my tears are all over the words. Tell me if I’m being dramatic ‘cause I think is angsty but not angsty, you know? You tell me. 

A/N: @ptwritesmore​ Here it is! Posting it because of you <3

“You okay, Freddie?” George asked, elbowing his twin’s side with a playful smile on his lips. The protective barrier formed around Hogwarts shone as thousands of spells hit it, the light hitting directly the faces of the twins as Fred nodded his head towards George, “Me too.” George answered. 

“Of course you are!” A cheerful voice filled their ears, both redheads turning back as you strolled down the last steps to get where they patiently waited for the upcoming battle “I’m right here to make sure nothing happened to any of you.” you said, poking their ribs as you settled between the two brothers.

“How lucky we are.” Fred said with the roll of his eyes. You turned your eyes at him, glaring as George muffled a laugh. 

“We’ll see how you manage when I’m off saving the school.” you said, electricity running through your veins as the three of you stared up at the sky.  A big explosion of light coming from the outside caught your eye mid sentence, reducing your voice to a very audible whisper as the barrier burned down before your eyes.

The pit of your stomach grew as the remains of the protective barrier around Hogwarts fell down to nothing, the daring side of you subsiding as you saw the statues on the bridge start to march forwards. The sky turned darker than it already was, the image of pitch black clouds a comforting thought as you realized Voldemort forces were moving towards the school. Death Eaters.

“We’ll stay together, alright?” George said, sensing the change in your mood. “Just like we always do.”

You nodded, eyes filled with tears as you saw them move in the dark sky. You all snapped your heads back, the crashing sounds and shouts telling you the fight had arrived. But you hesitated, pursing your lips. “What if I can’t do it?” you asked them in a whisper. “What if he’s here?”

“George said it.” Fred assured you, giving his brother a firm nod as they looked down at you “We’ll stay with you. If he’s here, you won’t even notice.”

You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with air as you breathed out all of your anxiety. Or at least tried. A firm nod in their way was enough, walking inside the castle as you stood back to back, wands ready as you awaited the inevitable. “George, Fred.” you called them, their synced hums in response making you continue “If you do happen to see him, don’t hurt him.” you asked, their chuckles quickly muffled as energy flowed around the three of you. “Stupefy!”

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott apparated inside Hogwarts, just outside the dungeons where all the Slytherins ran, whether it was to fight or flee, they didn’t care. 

“C’mon.” Draco mumbled, grasping Theo’s shoulder as he pulled him with him. But he had lost Theo’s attention the minute they set foot inside Hogwarts. He stretched his neck up and over the crowd, looking for any sign of you or where you could be. “Theo.” he grunted, “She won’t be here, I can assure you that.” 

“You can’t and you know that.” he hissed back, following his friend closely “She could be anywhere right now.” 

“We’ll find her.” Draco said in a more quiet hall, peeking over the corner as they silently made they’re way around the castle. Not an easy task, considering the state of the school. Walls were already destroyed, enormous pieces of stone blocking the way as they jumped over them, dust falling from the ceiling and into their hair, the blonde and dark brown color taking a more dull tone. The structure of the castle rumbled  every time it was hit with a spell. They could feel Hogwarts dying. 

“I know.” Theo said, his word dead as he yanked Draco back by the arm and into their hiding spot. Harry Potter ran past them, turning left in the next hall. “He’s headed to the Room of Requirement” Theo pointed out, nodding his chin to where the dark haired boy disappeared.

“We get to him, then we look for Y/N.” Draco said, starting to follow the path Harry went. “We’ll find her, I promise you that.”

Theo nodded firmly, both Slytherins walking side by side to the Room of Requirement. They followed close, Harry not being the most discreet as he could be heard all over the place. But suddenly a sound caught Theo’s attention, making his entire body go stiff as he turned his head towards the voice. Your voice.

“Keep up, Fred!” you yelled, standing next to who Theo could assume was George Weasley; stopping only for a second as you both ran away. Fred Weasley running after you, the faded sound of your footsteps making him react. 

“Y/N.” he finally mustered.

“What?” Draco asked “You saw her.” he said, a hopeful sound in his voice when he realized it.

“She’s with the Weasleys.” Theo told him.

Draco stared at the hall Theo’s eyes were glued to, looking between the stone walls and his friend “Go.” he said “I’ll go after Potter, you go with her.”

“No.”

“I’ll be alright.” Draco assured him, but Theo shook his head firmly. 

“We do this first. Together.” Theo said confidently “I’ll find her after this is over.”

George was running just at your side, the lack of jokes and laughs making you stop, taking George’s forearm on your hand to stop him. “Where the hell is your brother?” you asked desperately walking back on your steps.

“Stay here.” George told you, going back as you stood there. Your senses were on high alert, jumping at the slightest of sounds at shooting spells at the faintest move. You almost got some Hogwarts students. Your head snapped up at George who chuckled as he walked back to your side. “Well?” you asked.

He pointed at his back, Fred appearing from around the corner. 

“Keep up, Fred!” you yelled at him, nudging at George’s side to start running. turning on your place, you felt a pair of eyes on you, stopping suddenly and letting Fred finally catch up.

“What is it?” he asked at the sight of your frown. 

You turned back, ”I thought…” you said, considering walking back to where you stood seconds about before you dismissed the thought “Doesn’t matter. C’mon.”

They didn’t ask anything, following close as you reached more fight. The three of you hadn’t stopped all night, running all over the castle, shouting spell after spell, joking and laughing to turn back into fighter mode in a matter of seconds. 

“There’s Percy.” Fred said, running up to his brother. 

Sadly there was no time for updates or friendly chatter. Just as if they were expecting you, the air filled with darkness as more death eaters appeared before all of you. Your stomach dropped every time this happened, praying that Theo wouldn’t appear before you and you would be forced to fight him. You knew you could’t. You knew if he appeared in front of you you would run to him, you would get in the way of all the spells directed towards him just to protect him. You couldn’t hurt him.

It had been a couple of minutes fighting, your brain completely tuned out of what happened around you. The color returned to you as well as your spirit as you saw none of the Death eaters were Theo, shooting spell after spell, your ears ringing with he energy. You could hear George laughing, and Percy’s voice was a distant sound but he sounded confident, almost as he was bragging and maybe even joking. You couldn’t believe it. You finally sent the man before you flying across the room, turning with a smile to where Percy was, the smile on his face erasing as soon as he turned. 

“Fred!” you screamed, your voice cracking as you ran towards him. It was unbearable.

Voldemort had retreated his forces. Hogwarts was safe for now. And Theo had only one goal in mind. 

He quickly rolled down his sleeves, covering the mark on his arm despite everyone knowing he had it. He just wanted to pretend it wasn’t there. He wanted to find you and that not being the first thing you saw. 

“Have you found her?” he asked, finding Draco for the third time after they split up to look for you. The shake of his head made Theo turn, cursing under his breath as he ran a hand down his face, his cheeks stained with dirt and sweat as he faced his friend again.

They walked side by side through the destroyed halls, soft cries and whimpers reaching their ears as they walked inside the Great Hall. No one paid them attention, and if they did it wasn’t enough reason to do anything against them. They’ve had enough death.

Theo focused on the Weasleys, all gathered and in visible pain. Theo nudged Draco’s arm, walking in their direction when they saw one of the twins fall to their knees. The sudden pit forming in their stomachs making them almost sick. Theo secretly had always thought they were funny, he couldn’t even think what he must be feeling, losing your other half so suddenly. 

Then all around him went silent as he saw the other twin run inside the hall. He didn’t even notice when Draco walked ahead, the blonde already gathered next to the twins when he turned wide eyes to Theo. 

“Draco,” he said, watching as Draco walked straight to him “Who’s that with the Weasleys?” he asked, fighting Draco’ grip on his shoulder as he turned down to the sobbing twins. 

Theo’s heart raced, fighting Draco grip as his arms went around his chest to keep him back. “Draco!” he screamed, fighting to get out of his hold when he met his eyes, his own tears running down his cheeks. He stopped fighting. Draco didn’t cry. 

“Y/N?” he asked in a whisper, stumbling to your side “No, no, no.” he mumbled, hands cradling over your face and looking for your eyes. He called your name in soft whispers, grasping your hand in his as he sat down next to you. 

A sob broke out of his throat, clutching your hand in his when you didn’t squeeze back. He should have gone after you, he should have never left you. When was the last time he held you, hugged you, kissed you? He couldn’t even remember and it was all lost now. What was the last thing he told you? What was the last time you said to him? That he remembered. 

Running a hand over your cheek, he moved a strand of hair from your hair as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I love you too.”

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[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Ikevamp Boys reactions to Mc with an eyepatch

So you always wear an eye patch over your left eye. You have three slashes over it from when you got attacked by a mountain lion. The reason you wear the eye patch is because you are really ashamed of it ‘cause people used to tease you about it. How do the boys react?

Feel free to request anything if you feel like it. I’d gladly wright anything you guys recommend.

also shakespeares has a little nsfw reference nothing much tho so yeah. Enjoy!

Comte de St. Germain 

He has seen a lot of things ok

you have an eye patch?

he thinks it suits you

Will compliment you and tell you tat it looks great on you

If your going out he will not force you to take it off, but will encourage you to go as you please

When you do show him what’s under the eye patch he’s not even a little shocked

Tells you how adorable you are

if you’re uncomfortable going out without the eye patch he will buy all kinds of the to match with your outfits

Having an eye patch does not stop him from spoiling you rotten

Leonardo da Vinci

Ah this man....

He thinks you are so cute

especially when you are mad and you pout at him trying to look intimidating

Well you actually are intimidating it’s just he dead inside can’t really be fazed

Of coarse he will never push you to tell him unless you want to

He will compliment your eye patch and make sure you feel comfortable

if someone stares at you when your out in public get ready for him to pull you in closer and stare back at the guy

just like” you got a problem bro”

When you finally show him he will look at you for a hot second

and the he will pull you into a tight hug

he will tell you how pretty you are and you shouldn’t be ashamed of it no matter what others say

From that day on he will kiss your scar before bed and whisper how beautiful you are

Theodorus Van Gogh

So Hondjie is more of a street pup now?

He can live with that

will tease you about it, exhibit a

“ I didn’t know you could be this fierce Hondjie”

That is until you explode at the guy, practically rip the eye patch off and show him the scar telling him how a lot of people died and how you where sick and tired of people saying stuff like this to you

You storm off and leave him there

Oh shoot

now he feels like crap

He will give you some space and will go to your room after the sun sets

Now we all know he isn’t good with apologies, but he will do his best for you

He will pull you into a tight hug and mumble some apologies and will kiss your scar

If you are out at the bar or just generally in public and somebody stares at you he will glare at them

Super protective and while he doesn’t say it with words but he loves you very much

Arthur Honnan Connan Doyle

Let’s be real

This ho man is intrigued

will 100% use this as new flirting material

“ What secrets do you hide under that pretty little eye patch of yours? Would you like me to help you take if off?”

Will probably end up taking it a little bit to far

Cue you smacking him and yelling at him

Arthur .exe has stopped working

will go cry this out with his therapist Theo

The will probably tell him to go beg for forgiveness

And he will do so....on his knees

He will beg you to forgive him and apologize 100.000 time if needed

You forgive him obv and he will proceed to wrap you in his arm and ask what exactly happened

after you tell him he will hug you and pepper kisses all over your face telling you how perfect you are

Jean D’Arc

So you have an eye patch to

to say you two are close is an understatement

You bond like no other

He trust you a lot

He will ask you about it when you are out horse riding

he brought you to a cliff and you both where admiring the view when he popped the question

You showed him the scar and by the way you averted your eyes  he could tell you where ashamed of it

So he showed his scar to you

You just sat there talking about your scars and how you got them

You two are so cute

couple of the century

He loves you and makes sure you know that

Napoleon Bonaparte

Yeah he don’t care

He loves you regardless

Will joke around a bit, but makes sure not to take it to far

PRO👏TEC👏TIVE👏

The first time you showed him your scar he will smile gently

will pull you in and kiss you lovingly

Will tell you how beautiful you are and how much you mean to him

He’s so gentle, you literally started crying

 You spend the rest of the day cuddled up with him

And in the mornings you bet it’s your scars he will kiss

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Unfazed™

Secretly thinks it looks good on you

he only tells this to Jean tho

However he knows you feel insecure about the scar even if he hasn’t seen it

so he will cut back on his mean retorts

the first time he saw our scar was an accident

You where cleaning and he was playing and you knelt down and your eye patch just fell of by accident

You quickly covered you left side and looked at him panicked

He just sighed and walked over gently placed a hand on your and you allowed him to remove it

he looked at your scar and a tiny smile stretched across his face

“ this is what you where hiding.”

In conclusion

This man will refuse to say it but he loves you and thinks your scar is super adorable

Vincent Van Gogh

ok so can we just all pause and acknowledge the fact that Vincent is an angel.

He will make you feel accepted no matter what

he is just a ray of pure sunshine

When you show him he will not hesitate to tell you that you’re perfect and that he loves you

He will ask you to model for him sometimes with eye patch sometimes without

Theo is down and doesn’t tease you that much

definitely not because he got an earful from Vincent one time naaaah it’s not that

all in all Vincent is super supportive and protective if necessary.

Isaac Newton

poor baby

actually finds you really intimidating

keeps his distance at first

however when it comes to your eye patch he sees himself in you and that is what gets him to approach you

he’s socially awkward but he’s doing his best

He will ask you about it one time when you two are alone in the library

you show him and he’s shocked for a second

you see this and think it’s because he thinks it’s ugly

homeboy will do his best to clear that up and will stutter out compliments while averting his gaze

it’s so adorable you lean in and kiss him

Little bean

Osamu Dazai

Crackhead™

You know this guy can’t take anything seriously

He thinks you look charming tho

constantly jokes about it

in fact you guys have so many inside jokes that when you talk nobody else understands what the heck is going on

when you show it to him he’s likely to tell you some kind of dad joke

cue you punching his arm while giggling

he loves you and does anything to make you smile

encourage you to stop wearing the eye patch

if anyone stars he will give them that super creepy smile while hugging you close

Sebastian

Unfazed™nr.2

“ Just because one of your eyes is covered isn’t an excuse for not polishing these spoons properly”

flicks your forehead regardless

is understanding tho

finds you crying by your self in your room, because you think the scar is horrid

Comes in and squats down next to you

hugs you tight while asking permission to look at your scar

he takes one look and decides he loves you even more now

Supportive af

will probably throw a kitchen utensil at anyone who make you uncomfortable

William Shakespeare

Oh my Lord

This guy needs Jesus.... a lot of Jesus but that is besides the point

He’s fascinated by you

Once you are together he wants to put an eye patch on your other eye as well  if you get what I am saying 😏

will 1000% buy you silk eye patches if possible he will get the red ones

will bring you to the theater with him

Once you show him your scar he will pay extra attention to it

tells  you he loves you in his own way

Puck agrees and even tho he doesn’t like to share Will with other people he will be friendly towards you 

So now you have a possessive bunny AND a possessive boyfriend

CONGRATULATIONS

when in public if someone looks at you funny you bet that you are going to have yourselves a happy little accident

Thanks so much for reading! I tried my hardest with these so i hope they are at least a little bit in character. Hope you enjoyed!

[cottoncandyjester]

Hey guys im sorry I haven't been posting, honestly tumblr is making it hard to. every single story I write tumblr crashes then deletes it so it's been HIGHLY frustrating...guess I need to invest in a laptop or a better phone

Sorry this was so long I always want the boys' back stories to be only 2 parts

This story contains: death, torture, abuse, toxic relationships, murder, violent themes

"you're too soft! They are sinners theodore why are you being so damn sensitive"

Theo winced at the punch his father landed which caused him to stumble back his back hitting the table which held their latest victim, a young woman that theo cleaned up and dressed in his mother's clothes, he didn't like the sight of her all bloody and mangled it made his heart sting.

Theo never helped to Kill any of these women, only cleaned them up and made sure they looked beautiful in death it was his way if asking for forgiveness.

When he was ten he idolized his father but it's been two years since he caught his father and been training under him to take his place and all that love vanished he found himself feeling nothing but hate and disgust for his father, what made matters worse was the fact that his mother had to take half the brunt of his father's anger.

"I won't do this anymore, you're wrong. Women aren't devils, mother is an angel and I wont hurt her"

Theo's harsh remark earned him yet another punch in the face this one knocking him down as he spat out blood the metallic taste making him sick to his stomach.

"you're a damn fool boy, I'll make you see her filth"

With that his father left him in the attic to starve for the night which was always a common occurrence. As he laid back on the floor the boy let out a dry chuckle.

"Just a little more...then you'll be the one burning in hell father"

Theodore felt everything go black and it wasn't long until he had passed out soon waking back up in bed with his mother caring for his wounds. He could smell her sweet perfume and hear her soft humming, something about those things made his heart flutter in the purest of ways.

"you should be careful theo, you know making him angrier will only result in pain"

"it's okay, we'll leave together one day..just me and you.."

There was silence after that and for a while things were okay, the family was quiet during dinner and once it got late theo figured his father would have went to bed forgiving him for his outburst in the morning.

Theo woke to the sound of two metal objects clashing together, the sound was enough to stir him awake though when he tried to move he realized he was tied up against a chair. That clashing noise he heard was his father sharpening a few knives, the sight made theo's blood run Cold.

"f-father?"

"god told abraham to kill his son, and abraham was about to do it like a loyal sheep. God will make you do awful things theodore and as a man we must do them"

Theo frantically struggled against the ropes binding him only feeling more and more stressed as his father stepped closer and closer thing soft steps of his shoes making theo feel like he had to puke.

What's going to happen to me?

Am I going to die?

Theo felt his father press the tip of the blade pressed softly against his forehead on the left side of his face, the cool metal only brought theo to reality more, his father was going to kill him cause god said so.

"i-i know we are nothing alike but please-"

"we are absolutely nothing alike! You are exactly like your mother a sissy little housewife! You were never going to be a good man or husband! When I asked God for a son I thought he would send me one I could be proud of!"

Rage fuelled theo, he wasnt sure why but something about what his father said made him want to scream, his father was wrong... absolutely wrong.

"I'll be a perfect husband, and a better Father than you"

As soon as he said those words theo felt the sharp pain of his father pushing the blade into his skin earning a sharp inhale of breath trying not to show too much weakness. Theo kept thinking about his mother and how in a way he was protecting her, their goal were to run away safely together.

"we might have one thing in common theodore, you have a devil in you just like me..it's time to show you just how tainted you are"

With that theo felt a harsh intense pain as his father dragged his blade along the boy's face earning screams coming from him as he thrashed and tried kicking but his father pressed his knee onto the boy's legs now carving his skin off in such a slow and unbearable way that it was driving theo crazy

"accept your sins theodore! This is your punishment for being unloyal!"

Theodore couldn't stop screaming as the knife raked down his face roughly cutting a large chunk of his skin clean off, the pain was so great he was close to fainting but his father came prepared and injected him with an adrenaline shot.

"p-please f-father please please please..."

Theodore at this point didnt know what he was begging for, maybe death? The overwhelming taste and smell of his own blood was making him sick and not to mention there was a lot of blood pouring down his face.

I'm dying.. god has forsaken me

"may you be reborn as a perfect child next time"

Theo kept his head down but felt a soft kiss on his head before hearing footsteps walk away from him before the door to the attic closed, his father left him to die!

Theo swayed side to side hoping to get free, if he could just get to his father's desk and grab a knife though without his glasses seeing things far away was near impossible though he could see the shape of the desk.

"mother needs me, I can't die.."

Theo grunted in pain as he fell forward which wasn't his plan but he'll take it, with every fiber of his being he crawled and scooted along the ground towards the desk before seeing a knife handle over the edge of the desk. Thankfully his legs were tied just his arms so with some embarrassing attempts to stand of even kneel before turning around to grab the knife with his hand.

Before he could cut himself free he heard banging on the attic door before a crash, the sound was enough to startle him into cutting the palm of his hand and dropping the knife

"argh! I-it hurts!"

Soon the attic door opened and rushing towards him was his loving mother, her frantic questions and worrying about him made him feel far better especially when she untied him from the chair.

"I'm leaving tonight theo, my fiancee is waiting for me outside"

"t-then let's go mother! Now is the perfect time to go!"

There was a tense silence after that as theo felt his mother bandage his wound up, his mother was hiding something and he didn't like it.

"w-we have a little girl and he's very protective of her and well with how your face looks now you'll scare her and I don't want to bring any baggage from my pa-"

Theodore felt as if his head was spinning, what was she saying? He did everything for her he almost died for this woman and she saw him as baggage to toss away before going to her new family.

"y-you're going to leave me here? J-just like that?! I protected you from him! I made sure he never hurt you! Were you ever going to bring me with you?!"

"keep your voice down theo, please calm down you're scaring me-"

"I'm scaring you?! I'm the one scaring you?! How could you?! I'm your child! I love you!"

He watched his mother look down shamefully and slowly back away clearly afraid of what will her next words do to him. Theodore was feeling a little unstable at the moment, his own mother just betrayed him can he truly trust no one in his life?

"your eyes just...look just like him. I can't theo I'm so sorry I can't it's too painful for me.. you're too much like him"

That was the thing that broke theo all together, it was like his brain just snapped and no clear thought came just pure anger and pain. How could she think that?! Theo thought he was nothing like his father absolutely nothing!

"no! I'm nothing like him! Nothing! He's abusive and a horrible man how could you say that!? I thought you loved me but you're just like him-yeah you're like him not me! I'm pure! A good person"

Theo couldn't stop himself, before he knew it he had grabbed the knife he dropped earlier, the large blade held tightly in his hand and scaring the one person he thought he can trust.

"w-why do you want to leave me? You're just embarrassed of me..you don't want me around cause you hate me"

"no no no baby I love you I just-"

Theo swung the knife slashing his mother's arm, hearing her cry out in pain made him only smile as he gazed at her fearful expression. His sense of reason was vanished and all he wanted now was to show everyone how much they hurt him

"maybe if you were a better mother I wouldn't have gotten hurt all the time, maybe if you weren't too busy being a good wife instead of a good mother I wouldn't be in such pain!"

"t-theo please I just-"

"why couldn't I just have a normal family?! I prayed for one! So why!?"

Theo slashed at his mother again and again over and over sloppily slashing at her without caring about where he aimed. He was far more focused on releasing all this pain and betrayal he felt

"why doesn't anyone want me?! Why don't you want me! I want you so what's wrong with me?! Why am I so broken?!"

Theo ignored the sobs and begging for her to stop, they were not processing clear enough to him he just wanted to hurt them to hurt them in ways they hurt him. Her thrashing soon stopped but it wasnt enough for theo, he moved ontop of her now raising the blade and slamming it down inside her chest his eyes glossed over as he did so.

"I'm not like him, I'm nothing like him! I'll be a good father! A good husband! I'll never abandon my family! Never! Never ! Never!"

The knife slipped I his hand and when he tried to catch it he grazed his hand before hearing the knife clatter onto the ground, theo panted heavily before looking at his hands seeing hands were lightly bruised from gripping the knife so hard, he then looked down at his mother and her horror stuck face.

"look at what father did, I told you we should have left before...it's okay I'll protect you"

Theo reached out taking the scarf his mother wore before putting it on himself before pressing it to his nose and taking a deep inhale, the sweet scent gave him shivers.

The sight of his dead mother made the boy tear up but he honestly didn't realize he was the one who had did such a thing, it was something he refused to accept. Now gripping the knife he once had before he creeped down the attic stairs each step more and more anxiety fuelling, from the quiet sounds it seemed like his father was asleep.

Theo had never acted out so violently than when he saw his father sleeping soundly in bed, once again much like before he had completely snapped now walking over and plunging the knife deep into his father's side earning a painted grunt along with his father's eyes to snap open

This caused theo to panic and he did the first thing he could think of which was to bite his victim's ear using that time to shove the blade into his father's chest before biting his ear off and spitting it onto the ground in a feral snarling mess.

"t-there's your demon... y-you're just like me"

"I'm nothing like you! Nothing!"

Theo gripped the knife blade shoving it deeper til it became stuck and his father stopped breathing, what struck theo as odd was the lack of struggling..didn't his father want to live? That escaped his mind as he tried wiggling the blade out of the corpse only to whine lightly at how stuck it was

"heavy, too heavy"

Theodore decided his next plan was to change out of his bloody clothes except for his scarf of course and to turn on the gas stove as high it can possibly go, he used his bedroom window to escape since his mother's boytoy was still waiting for her outside.

One match, it took one match to burn the place down starting the fire in his bedroom and letting it spread. A few minutes after theo jumped out the window the house roared to live now completely on fire.

Theodore only 12 years old had killed his parents and burned the place down, he had no one else to turn to no family or anything so he turned to his local church. They sent him to a boarding school where he grew up and found a passion for medicine as well as helping others.

His dark past always haunted him, he was known as the boy whose family died horrible deaths. There were always rumors about what happened that night some say that his father killed everyone before burning the place and stabbing himself others think that his mother's lover killed them all in an angry rage. Theo would always just shrug and laugh it off thanking God that he's alive

Those dark desires of having a family only grew as he grew older, it became a twisted obsession that festered stronger and stronger by the time he was 18 he was already waiting for marriage..after all a good husband waits for the perfect bride.

"theo? Hey theo? Hello earth to theo?"

Theodore snapped awake only to see his sweet darling staring at him worriedly, he must have fallen asleep in his office again. Theo simply smiled as he stood from his chair

"what's wrong?"

"well, dinner's ready have a good dream or something?"

Theo chuckled softly before running his fingers through his hair trying to come up with a suitable answer

"just dreaming about the past my angel, though I should focus on the future with you after all the past is the past..."

[mercheswan]

The Ring in the Closet - AO3 (MerCevans)

Stiles wasn’t spying on Theo’s things. He really wasn’t. He just wanted a tie, and he knew where Theo kept his, so he though that his boyfriend with whom he had been living with for year and a half, wouldn’t mind that he grabbed one.

Damn his curious nature, when Stiles touched something hard on the bottom of the drawer he took it. He didn’t even thought that it could be considered a violation of Theo’s privacy. He just took it and now he couldn’t unsee it.

It was a box. An engagement ring box. Stiles stood in the closet for minutes looking at the box as if it was going to talk or open a portal to a different dimension. Oh god. Theo bought a ring. Theo bought a ring. An engagement ring. For Stiles. For him. Theo wanted to get married. He wanted to get married with him.

Stiles’s mind was accelerated, remembering all the times in the past months in which Theo might have mentioned something about marriage. This was a surprise. They have been dating officially not even for two years, and they had a very rocky begining of the relationship. Stiles hated Theo years ago, and with reason, Theo did almost kill his best friend. Said best friend who would be his best man at the hypothetical wedding. Life surely was interesting.

Stiles called his office and asked for the day off. There was no way he was going to concentrate today. Stiles seated on the living room’s sofa. It was going to be a long day before he could confront Theo when he arrived from the Hospital.

Maybe there was some other reason why Theo wanted to get married. There are some legal benefits about a couple being married, like in case you die what happens to your heritage, or in medical terms if someone has an accident their spouse will get to decide about their treatment and things like that. Theo had always been very practical and previsional.

Stiles was going to have hell of a day waiting for Theo. And if Theo proposed, was he ready to say yes?

~~~~~~~~~~

“Stiles! Are you home?” Theo shouted entering their apartmet. Theo spotted his boyfriend in the kitchen. “Hey” Theo kissed Stiles on the cheek. “How was your day? W-why are you still in your pjs?”

“Are you dying? I’m not dying.” Stiled asked Theo turning around to face his boyfriend.

“W-what!? No... I’m not... why would you think that?! I’m glad that you’re... okay? What’s going on?” Theo questioned. He was used to Stiles being weird, it was one of the things he found more endearing about him, but this behaviour was abnormal, something happened that had unsettled the FBI Agent. “You didn’t go to work today? What happened?”

Stiles exhaled meeting Theo’s eyes. “Something did happen...”

“Did they fire you?” Theo asked

“No, it has nothing to do with work. It was actually me the one who called to have the day off” Stiles explained.

“Why?” Theo was starting to get nervous, Stiles was being very mysterious.

Stiles got up if the chair he was sitting and walked toward the living room. He grabbed something from the table. “I-I wasn’t, I didn’t m-mean to...” Stiles was struggling with his words which only made Theo’s worry increase. “I wasn’t spying on your things I swear, I trust you” Stiles claimed and turned around. Theo noticed what Stiles was holding and his hands and everything made sense.

“Oh” Theo whispered.

“I was looking for a tie...” Stiles explained

Theo huffed a laugh. “You never wear ties” Theo huffed again looking down. Stiles took a step toward his boyfriend, he didn’t want Theo to be sad. “Did I get the size right? The ring is very simple but I didn’t think you would appreciate a big rock in it” Theo allegued.

“I-I didn’t look inside... I mean, I’ve ruined the surprise, I didn’t want to... ruin everything...” Stiles said. “So it is a ring? A ring for me?”

“Yeah... what did you think it was inside? The codes for the nuclear misiles?” Theo responded.

“I thought maybe there was a pen drive inside with some kind of information or that someone asked you to guard it... maybe... millions of theories came to me since this morning” Stiles admitted.

Theo snorted. “I’m sorry I gave you such a headache, I’m sorry I-I made uncomfortable...” Theo said in a slightly sad tone reaching out to take the ring box from Stiles’s hands.

“Theo no! Come here” Stiles said grabbing his boyfriend’s arm and pulling him towards the sofa. “I’m not sad, I’m not mad. I’m-m...” Stiles looked at Theo’s eyes, how much had Theo’s eyes changed. They used to be cold and evil, although not so much towards him... Stiles had always been his weak point. But now they always showed Theo’s emotions. Stiles grabbed Theo’s head and pushed their lips together in a hungry and demanding kiss. Theo moaned into the kiss, surprised by Stiles’s action. “I love you Theo, I love you” Stiles assured his boyfriend who breathed out letting some of his nerves go. “It just caught me by surprise. I guess I should be thankful that I have a partner who always surprises me and it’s not predictable at all” Stiles teased.

“Well now you know what it feels like” Theo chuckled.

“This doesn’t change anything about us, I just... I didn’t even know what you thought about marriage” Stiles explained.

“I saw it and I felt the need to buy it. It was like some kind of instinct possessed me. The idea of you being publicly and legally mine was alluring. I guess I must be the wolf inside me. I’ve always known you are the love of my life” Stiles couldn’t help but feel a blush coming over him. “I guess I didn’t stop to think about the implications of it” Theo declared.

A comfortable silence fell between the couple. “When I found it, I-I had a turmoil of emotions. I panicked and insecure like omg a ring! He wants us to marry oh my god that’s a big step! But I also felt joy, I was incredibly happy too. Where you going to propose soon?” Stiles said

“I don’t know... I didn’t think of a date, I wanted to see when I felt right. I thought I would know when the right moment came” Theo responded.

“I’m sorry I ruined it...” Stiles apologised.

“Don’t be... it’s good we had this talk. We don’t need it Stiles. It’s just a paper, maybe someday we will feel it” Theo assured. Theo patted Stiles on the knee and got up of the sofa.

“Did you have like a speech already made?” Stiles asked teasing.

“Not really... I guess I thought about some things to say but...” Theo said

“Show it to me” Stiles dared

“What?” Theo snorted

Stiles grabbed the box and put it on Theo’s hand. “Humour me! Do it as you imagined it. Any day is good for you to declare your unconditional and eternal love for me” Stiles claimed.

Theo rolled his eyes with fondness. He was in love with that idiot. “All right” Theo said before getting to one knee.

“Oh, wow, oh, haha, okay!” Stiles laughed nervously.

“You want the real version, right?” Theo said.

“Y-yes, yes, proceed” Stiles agreed.

Theo took Stiles’s hand in his. “Mieczylaw Stilisnki” Theo proclaimed pronouncing his name perfectly. Stiles heart started beating uncontrollably, Theo’s tone was serious and solemn. “The prince of Mischief, the boy who stole my heart almost twenty years ago in a baseball pitch. During all this years that we have known each other there’s been a consistency in my life, I have always wanted to be with you. Whether as your friend, or as member of an evil chimera pack...” Stiles snorted eyes never leaving Theo’s. “I have always wanted you. I’ve never thought I would get the privilege to be with you like this, to be your partner, but I do love being your partner in crime. I want to be the person you come to when you have great news to share, I want to be the person you call when you need help, when you need someone to hug you. You need to know that I’ll always be there for you, to protect you, to fight beside you, no matter what” By this point Stiles’s eyes were full of tears and Theo’s were watering too. “You’re annoying, and noisy, too reckless...” “Hey! Hey! This is not the time to insult me, jerk! You’re supposed to say nice things!” Stiles laughed cleaning some of the tears of his eyes. “You’re loyal, and brave too, and smart, and caring... I’ll take it all, you’re no self preservation and you’re obsession to put yourself in danger, making me go crazy with worry, because it makes you you, and you’re too unique and special to change. You have a dark side too. It scares you. But I have one too and we get each other perfectly. You’re sexy, and naughty, and thanks to my supernatural powers I know that even when we are sixty years old I’m going to pinyou down to the bed and have my way with you” Stiles laughed out loud. “You need to know that I’ll always love you, forever. When we go to sleep at night, and we pull each other close, there’s a moment in which our hearts connect and beat at the same rhythm, there’s this connection we have that we can seem to fight, even tought we both have tried before. We are meant to be, I know it, and I know you know it too. I hurt you in the past but you know I’ll never do it again. I love you to hell and back. Will you marry m-” Theo confessed

“Yes! Yes! Theo, yes!” Stiles said falling to his knees to be at Theo’s level and kissing his boyfriend deep in the mouth. Theo chuckled, he also had tears in his eyes, he was emotional after opening his heart to Stiles. “The answer is yes” Stiles repeated.

Theo huffed a laugh. “You didn’t let me ask” Theo teased

“Then ask” Stiles said. Theo looked at Stiles with a confused expression. “I mean it, ask me” Stiles insisted

“Stiles... what....” Theo whispered

“You said that we will know when it will feel right. I feel it, I’m sure. Ask me” Stiles claimed caressing Theo’s left cheek with his hand.

Theo glared at Stiles, he wasn’t kidding, his face showed determination. Theo opened the box revealing the ring, a silver band, simple with an inscription “To my real heart”. Stiles exhaled and smiled brightly.

“Will you marry me?” Theo asked in a soft voice.

“Yes, a million times yes” Stikes said before kissing his boyfriend again. Theo put the ring in Stiles’s finger. “Perfect size” Stiles murmured. Stiles couldn’t stop looking at the ring in his finger. It felt unreal, it was weird but a good kinda weird, it made his stomach rumble with happiness and his heart beat fast. He was happy. “We’re engaged” Stiles declared

“Yeah, we are” Theo agreed. Single tears of happiness falling from his eyes. Stiles jumped on top of Theo making the later’s back touch the floor, and kissed him passionately.

“We’re engaged” Stiles repeated excitedly.

“Yes, I’m your fiancé” Theo proclaimed.

“Oh my god! You’re my fiancé! I have a fiancé! I’m your fiancé! This is crazy!” Stiles laughed uncontrollably pecking Theo all over his face while the Chimera smiled happily. “I have to call my dad! He is going to be so shocked! And what about the wedding!”

“No, no! Don’t think about the wedding! There’s no need to rush! We can have some time to enjoy the engagement” Theo claimed.

“Lydia is going to want to organise it” Stiles said.

Theo’s eyes filled with horror. “How about we elope?” Theo suggested and Stiles snorted.

“You’re right let’s not think about that now. Let’s celebrate. I was promised to be pinned down to the bed at least until we are sixty” Stiles said seductively.

Theo smirked. “I’ll grab a bottle of wine”.

Stiles fell in the bed and looking at the ceiling he couldn’t contain the smile of his face. Just this morning was unsure of this, he was a wreck of nerves, and now everything felt as it should. Theo entered the room with a bottle of wine and two glasses. They newly engaged couple clinked their glasses. For them. For their future. Together.

The next morning Stiles called his father, and much to the FBI Agent’s surprise his father was not shocked in the least about the news.

Two days later Stiles opened his email and saw a message from Lydia.

“I’m sending you some of the venues I looked into for the ceremony. Tell me what you think or I’ll choose the one I like the most...”

“THEO! THEO!!” Stiles shouted his fiancés name. Theo came running to where Stiles was and with one look at his love he knew what was the problem. “If we elope she will never forgive us” Stiles claimed. Theo signed. 

This was only the beginning.

[wideeyednarcoleptic]

I’ll be there (when it all comes crashing down)

Theo has nightmares. Time in his own personal hell, being killed time and time again will do that to a guy. Admittedly, he deserved it. He resigned himself to his fate, his sister ripping her own heart out of his chest, taking back what rightfully belonged to her. If Theo closed his eyes all he could see were the walls of that hospital. All he could hear was his sister calling his name. So he didn’t. He stayed awake, refusing to let himself fall asleep. Because he didn’t want to open his eyes and find himself back in the body locker.  

This is why, when Liam stumbled across Theo at the lookout point (which happened to be his campout location for the night), the older boy hardly noticed the fellow wolf approach. It wasn’t until Liam was right next to Theo’s truck that he even heard or recognized the other being. 

“You look like shit, Theo” were the first words Theo heard as he opened the door. 

Theo reluctantly began pulling himself out of his truck, “You really don’t pull your punches do you?” he said as his feet hit the ground. He turned around and the door clicked shut before he gave Liam his full attention. 

The younger boy shook his head, a short laugh escaping his lips “just calling it how I see it.” Liam looked over Theo. Theo looked exhausted. Dark bags were forming under his eyes, his shoulders were hunched over, the Chimera could barely hold himself up. That, however, didn’t seem to stop Theo from flashing Liam his signature smirk. It pissed Liam off. Honestly. How despite everything, Theo was cool and suave and a constant annoyance.

“What are you doing here, Liam?” Theo huffed, leaning against the driver's door, arms crossing across his chest “just couldn’t stay away? Here to break my nose for the 4th time?”

Liam ducked his head, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he took a similar position next to Theo. His eyes wandered over the truck before landing on Theo himself. “I could,” he laughed. “Might want to keep in that mind.”

Theo laughed beside him. Liam stole a glance at the were-wolf/coyote. He wondered when the last time Theo slept in a bed or slept at all for that matter. He didn’t look good at all. He looked like he could collapse at any moment from pure exhaustion. 

 Liam was torn from his thoughts, however, when Theo broke the silence, asking again “Liam, why are you here?”

“Why are you?” The words came out of Liam’s mouth before he could really stop them. The threat from Monroe was over, Liam was rescued from the hospital, Scott and Argent had taken off, something about a pack who needed help. Theo had no reason to stay in Beacon Hills, yet here he was. 

Theo huffed out a laugh “Because it’s where I parked my truck.”

Liam shook his head, annoyed “I mean, what are you still doing in Beacon Hills?” Theo turned to look at Liam, with a small scowl.

“Scott asked me to keep an eye on you and the pack,” He answered like it explained everything. He glanced back over the edge of the rocks, looking at the quiet city. His gaze stayed fixed on the lights and the moving cars. 

“Right,” Liam drawled, annoyed. “Because you are full of selfless intentions.” Theo snapped his gaze back to Liam, glaring at the beta. Liam pretended not to notice, he simply continued to talk. “I came out here to get some fresh air, get away from everything you know?” Liam came out to the lookout point to clear his head. The stress of taking Scott’s place began piling up, now that the Alpha was at college. He just needed an escape. His anger was starting to build up and he needed a breath of fresh air before he exploded. He was stressed and angry. Then he stumbled across Theo. “I just needed to get away.” He said honestly. “But then I saw your truck and...” 

“And you decided to come and make sure I wasn’t up to any evil schemes?” Theo laughed humorlessly, officially cutting Liam off. Liam seethed as Theo pushed himself off the truck, before standing in front of the beta. “What? Still, don’t trust me?” 

Honestly, Liam did trust Theo. And it was terrifying. Trusting Theo lead to the fall of the pack. Trusting Theo got people killed. Scott trusted Theo and he got killed for it. Tracy and Josh trusted Theo and they were dead because of it. Trusting Theo was a bad idea. But Liam did, and it scared him and pissed him off. Theo pissed him off. So instead of admitting it, Liam denied it, “I shouldn’t.” He shook his head, his voice rising. “You’re Theo. You destroy things, kill people, you tear people apart from the inside. You tried to get me to kill Scott, you did kill Scott! Along with Tracy and Josh. So no, Theo. Trusting you is a really bad idea.” As he spoke, Liam could feel his anger rising to the surface. Liam didn’t realize how frustrated Theo was making him until this moment. He was confused by the chimera, the same boy who claims to be selfish, and care only about himself, took a dying boys pain. He had saved his life, countless times over. Theo had thrown himself into danger to protect him. Theo confused the hell out of Liam, which only angered him even more. 

Theo smirked. In his anger, Liam missed that the smirk didn’t reach the chimera's eyes. “So you here to threaten me again?” Theo shoved Liam to the side, effectively pushing him off his truck “Don’t bother,” Theo growled, “I am well aware that you don’t trust me, despite how often I risk my life saving your dumb ass.” 

Liam barked a laugh. “Like you don’t have some ulterior motive. You are selfish and arrogant and you would do anything to save your own ass, regardless of what would happen to everyone else. You don’t risk your life for anyone Theo. You don’t care about anyone but yourself, which is why I don’t believe that you are here simply because ‘Scott asked you to.’”

Theo simply continued to glare at the wolf, before he began reaching for the door, as he announced, “You know what? This conversation is over.” As his hand touched the handle, Liam howled. He hadn’t come looking for a fight, but he sure as hell wanted one now. He was pissed. Theo was pissing him off, and he didn’t get to just walk away. He grabbed the chimera by his shoulders, spinning him around and pinning him against the truck. Theo let out a small huff of surprise, as the breath was forced out of his chest.

“No” Liam snarled, “It’s not. I’m not done and you are gonna listen to me” 

Theo flashed his eyes, as he growled. “Why? So I can listen to you threaten me? Again? You gonna put me back in the ground if I don’t do what you say?” 

Liam bared his fangs, hissing “I’m thinking about it” It was then that Theo flinched. Not a small subtle one, but one that rocked his whole body, as he tried to pull away from Liam. Surprised by the reaction, Liam leaned back slightly, a short laugh burst from his mouth “Oh does that scare you? What? You don’t want to see your sister again?”

Theo’s response was murmured so quietly, Liam would not have been able to hear it without his werewolf hearing “she took it back.” Liam was shocked, as he heard Theo’s voice quiver, allowing himself to be pushed away. He expected the chimera to bite back, to hit him. He didn’t expect the normally cold boy to suddenly give up. He sounded so broken. 

Theo’s gaze was focused on his shoes as he toed the dirt. He didn’t want to fight anymore. He was too tired to fight. He took a small, shaky breath before repeating “She took it back, her heart, she took it back. It’s hers, she should have it. So she took it back. Over and over again. I tried to run at first, but it was never enough. She always took it back, ripped it out. And then it started all over again. I was back in the body locker. I couldn’t outrun her, I couldn’t fight her, why should I? I took it from her, and she just wanted it back” his voice cut off with a small sob.

 Liam watched as the calm, collected, methodical Theo he had always known began to shake and fall apart right in front of him. Liam was at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to say. He had no idea, no one did. Theo never talked about what happened after Kira sent him away. Not to anyone.

Theo was always so Theo: cunning, evil, selfish, arrogant. He always seemed so sure of himself. He was cocky and annoying and just Theo. Liam had never seen him like this: vulnerable, emotional, and scared. Theo, for the first time that Liam had known him, seemed scared. 

Liam desperately tried to find the right words to say. Guilt filled him as he tried to comfort the other boy. He had done this. He let his anger get the best of him. He pushed and he yelled and caused Theo to break. He hadn’t meant to take it out on Theo. Theo looked exhausted, and Liam probably just made it so much worse. Theo fell back, his back slamming against the truck once more, sliding down the side of his truck, until he was sitting on the ground. He had his knees to his chest and his arms limply at his side, while he buried his face in his knees. 

Determined to fix this, Liam quickly dove in front of Theo. However, he was at a loss of what to do. As he landed on his knees, he could hear Theo mumbling something. Unable to make out what he was saying, Liam put one hand on Theo’s shoulder, and one hand cupping his face, slowly nudging the older boy to look at him. 

“Please don’t send me back” The words spilling out of Theo’s mouth becoming understandable once his face was no longer hidden. Over and over again, like a mantra. Theo finally moved his eyes up and forced himself to meet Liam’s gaze. It was then that Liam realized that Theo had tears in his eyes, on the verge of spilling over and down his face.

“Oh, Theo.” Liam sighed, having a sudden urge to wipe away the tears as they threatened to fall. He moved his hand off Theo’s shoulder, to mirror the position the other held, fulling cupping his face. “Theo, I am so so sorry.” Tears began to trace their way down the chimera’s face, as the young beta wiped them away. Liam thought back to all the times that he or Scott or Malia or anyone else would joke or threaten to put Theo back in the ground. He thought back to all the times Theo would flinch, or lose his carefully constructed mask every time they did. He didn’t notice at the time, but Theo was terrified of being sent back, and they just threw it around like it was no big deal. 

“I won’t send you back. I won’t let anyone send you back” Liam promised, “You’re not going back there.” 

Theo took a deep, shaking inhale, before slowly letting it out. He looked down again, looking at his hands. He concentrated on keeping them from shaking and steadying his breath. He slowly lifted a shaking hand. Liam expected to be shoved away, but instead, Theo set his hand on top of Liam’s and leaned into the touch.

Liam thought about the last time anyone touched Theo in a non-violent way. Sure, Theo had been punched, thrown against the wall, hit, he had plenty of physical interaction with others. But when was the last time someone had pat him on the back, gave him a hug, or gave him any positive physical interaction. Without really thinking about it, Liam threw himself down next to Theo. He pulled him into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around Theo. Half expecting to be hit, Liam was pleasantly surprised to see Theo simply melt into the hold, burying his face in Liam's chest, right above his heart. 

The two simply stayed there, holding each other. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. Liam simply held Theo until he stopped shaking. Till his breathing evened out and his heartbeat returned to normal. 

Once Liam was sure Theo had calmed down enough to listen, he began to apologize. “Theo, I didn’t mean what I said. I was angry and confused and stressed with everything that has been going on. I shouldn’t have lost it like that. I was wrong Theo. You aren’t selfish, or arrogant. Not anymore. You proved that when you saved my life. You proved it when you took Gabe’s pain. Even after what I said to you, how I treated you. Even after I broke your nose 3 times and beat you up, and yelled at you, and insulted you. You stayed, you fought, and you saved people other than yourself. You are not the same person you used to be Theo. And I trust you completely. It scares me and confuses the hell out of me, but I trust you and I am so so sorry for what I said.” 

Theo pushed himself off of Liam, not enough for Liam to lose his hold on the other boy's torso, just enough to look him in the eye. “Thank you” was all he managed to get out before collapsing into Liam’s chest once more. Liam clutched him tighter as he said: “I am sorry. There is no excuse for what I have done, but for what it’s worth,” he paused, “I am so sorry.” 

Liam wanted to pull Theo closer, but that wasn’t physically possible. Liam hadn’t realized how much his past actions were weighing on Theo. Things were finally starting to add up. Theo was trying to make up for what he had done. “I know.” He whispered into Theo’s head. Everything Theo had been doing was in repentance for what he had done. Theo still had a lot of work to do, but the Theo that had come back from the ground was most definitely not the one that went in. And that was enough for Liam. 

“Theo?” Liam whispered. Theo didn’t respond, but he hummed into Liam’s chest to let him know he had heard him. “When was the last time you slept?” 

It was then that Theo finally pulled away, out of Liam’s grasp. Liam desperately wanted to pull him back but kept himself from doing so. Theo looked at his hands as he explained, “I can’t remember. Every time I close my eyes, I’m back there, with her”.

Liam reached over and pulled Theo’s hands into his. “So come home with me.” Theo’s head shot up, looking Liam in the eyes. “So that when you wake up, I’ll be there, and you know you aren’t there with her, you’ll be here with me,” Liam explained. Theo, too tired to vocalize a response, simply nodded. Liam pulled him to his feet. After a bit of maneuvering and manhandling, he managed to get Theo to the passenger side, get him in the truck, and get the keys. 

After a quiet drive, Liam pulled into his driveway. Theo had dozed off during the drive, exhausted by the night’s events. He helped Theo out of the truck, and into the house. Liam’s parents were out of town for the month, his father having some medical conference in Idaho. So Liam didn’t have to worry about asking permission or them asking questions.

Once Liam maneuvered Theo into the room, and onto the bed, he pulled on sweatpants and a hoodie of his own, before climbing in next to Theo. Theo instantly pulled Liam closer to him, laying his head on the beta’s chest. Liam chuckled, before wrapping his arms around the older boy. 

“I’ll be here when you wake.” He whispered into Theo’s hair. 

“Thank you.” Theo barely managed to mumble before sleep finally overtook him. 

And for the first time since Liam had brought him back, Theo slept. He slept without his sister tormenting him. He slept safely in the arms of Liam, who felt a burst of affection for the boy in his arms before he too, gave in to the calls of sleep. 

[cjwallflower]

Philip’s duel

Word Count: 2514 words

Genre: Angst

Warnings: TW, death, blood, swearing

Philip sighed as he looked up at the overcast sky. It was a boring day, but he knew tomorrow would be better. He was planning on proposing to his long term girlfriend, Theodosia Burr Alston, after 3 years. Philip smiled as he felt the small box in his pocket, but his smile dropped when he heard his father’s name. He turned to see a man he vaguely knew as George Eacker up on a parapet, preaching to a crowd, and abusing his father’s name. Philip grew angry and stormed over.

“Hey! What are you saying about my father?!” he yelled, silencing the crowd and even the man who’d been slandering his father’s name.

But the corners of Eacker’s lips turned up into an amused and all the more aggravating smirk. “Your... father?” he asked, placing a hand on his hip and sneering at the shorter boy, who glared more.

“Yeah. What. Did you say. About. My. Father?!” Philip growled through gritted teeth.

Eacker suddenly burst out laughing, as did a few others. “You’re telling me, that you’re the son of that cowardly, good for nothing piece of shit who doesn’t deserve to live?!” he asked, wheezing.

Philip’s eyes were ablaze, and he only saw red as he punched Eacker square in the jaw. The whole crowd went silent. “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is, then?” he growled lowly, and Eacker glared.

“Let’s talk over there” he said, and dragged Philip away from the crowd.

Philip would’ve usually been intimidated by that gesture, but he was too fuelled by anger. He growled up at Eacker, whose jaw was now bruising. “You. Me. Tomorrow at dawn. For a duel of gentlemen” he said through bared teeth, but was more infuriated when Eacker had that same shit eating smirk on his face and nodded. Furious, he glared hotly at Eacker, and pushed past him, going home. He had a duel to prepare for.

The door to Alexander’s study slammed open. The aforementioned man looked up from where he was grading tests, and was concerned when he saw his son with a murderously angry look in his eyes.

Philip only uttered three words as he met Alexander’s eyes. “Where’s the guns?”

Alexander’s eyes widened and he shook his head, as if awakening from a dream. “What?” he asked softly, and flinched as Philip got more angry.

“Where. Are. The. Guns?”

Alexander realised he’d heard his son correctly and started to shake a little, honestly terrified. He pointed to a safe in the wall. “I-In the s-safe..” he managed out as his son advanced to the safe. “Ph-Philip, wh-what’s going o-on?”

Philip spun the lock, glaring at it. “A man named George Eacker was smacking you around in the streets. I challenged him to a duel.” he cocked a gun, clicking it into safety. “And I’m not going to lose.”

Alexander’s mouth fell agape and he stood up. “What?! No! You-“ he tried to reason with his son, but Philip definitely wouldn’t let up on this one. “Just because someone says something bad about me doesn't me-“

Philip cut him off by meeting his eyes. Tears of anger were streaming down his face. “No! He went too far dad, I’m not gonna let it slide!” he exclaimed, making his father flinch again. This was scarily unlike the Philip Alexander had known for 19 years.

A beat of silence resonated between the two as they stared into each other's eyes.

In Alexander's eyes, there was fear. People often died in duels if shot in a really bad area, and Philip was only 19. He didn't have training, and though he was definitely smart enough to figure it out, Philip didn't even know how to fire the gun. But then he read the look in Philip's eyes, and tears welled in his own.

Philip's eyes had so many different emotions in them. First, foremost, and most prominent was anger. He wasn't angry at his father for trying to stop him, but he was too angry at Eacker to be stopped. Secondly, spite. This one was subtle, almost nonexistent, as Philip was never spiteful. The only reason Alexander recognised it was because that look was no stranger to Alexander's own iris, and he suddenly knew how it felt to be on the other side of that terrifying gaze. Finally, there was a flicker of fear, and Alexander realised that Philip didn't want to duel Eacker, but he wasn't going to let anyone hurt his father's name. Not whilst he was alive, that is. Alexander came to the realisation that he couldn't stop Philip no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how hard he tried, and pleaded, and reasoned with his son. Philip was going out to those duelling grounds, and not even God Himself could stop him.

Alexander sighed, hugging Philip tightly. "Take my guns, be smart" he warned.

Philip hugged back, bearing a smile. "I'll make you proud, Pops."

"You always do."

The next day, Philip awoke before the sun peeked over the horizon. He contemplated resuming his previous sleeping state, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he sat up. The barrel of his father's pistol glimmered in the moonlight.

Philip got up with a soft sigh, looking in the mirror and smoothing down his wild curls and looking in the mirror as he got dressed. He slipped the small velvet box into his pocket, thinking to himself, 'I'm going to win this duel for the Hamilton name. I may as well if I'm going to bring another person into it'.

Philip pulled on his jacket, looking around and making sure he hadn't woken anyone up. He stopped in front of his parents' room, looking at them cuddling and sleeping peacefully. He smiled softly, sighing silently. "I'll make you proud, Pops. I love you, Mom. I'll see you after the duel" he whispered in the silence, and set off into the cold November dawn.

Eacker and his friend were there when Philip arrived with his friend and a doctor that both friends knew. George looked nervous in his eyes, but he still had that cocky grin on his face that made Philip's blood boil over. Despite his apparent anger, he attempted to be cordial with the man he'd soon shoot. "Mr. Eacker! How was the rest of your evening?" he asked, but glared when his attempted kindness was spat to the ground.

"I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go" Eacker growled.

"Fine by me."

Philip sighed as the pistols were mixed around and given to the men. Philip's friend looked at him. "Philip, can we just call this off?" he whispered lowly, but Philip didn't budge.

"Under no circumstances do you let him win this argument, got it?" Philip asked, and his friend sighed, approaching Eacker's friend.

As the two tried to negotiate, Eacker and Philip glared into each other's eyes. George was a little unsettled by the look of hatred, malice, and pure, unbridled rage in Philip's eyes, but George stood his ground like a man. In reality, Philip was more scared than Eacker, but his father had taught him the basics that he needed to know in order to win this battle. Both friends came back with the news that there would be no peace, and they were clear to duel. Philip took a deep breath as the men started counting to ten.

One.

Philip passed Eacker as they both took their first step. He closed his eyes, thinking about the advice his father gave him. 'Look him in the eye, aim no higher. Summon all the courage you require. Then slowly and clearly aim your gun towards the sky' Alexander's voice rang in his head.

Two.

Philip thought of said father, and how proud he'd be when he came home with his head held high. He'd pat Philip on the back, and tell him he did a good job. His father was already proud of him, but this would validate it even more. He smiled to himself. "I'll make you proud, Pops" he whispered.

Three.

Philip's mind flashed to his mother. She was already feeling down because of recent events. Most prominent of those events was grieving over the loss of her father, whom Philip was named for. A brief spot of doubt flashed in his mind. 'What if I end up dying in this duel?' he asked himself, but straightened up, nearly slapping himself. 'No. I'll come home for breakfast, and she'll cry with pride. I'm not gonna leave her.'

Four.

Philip then thought of all his younger siblings. He was the eldest, and when they needed someone to fight the monsters under the bed, he was always there. He was their brave soul who cradled them when they couldn't sleep, and sung them lullabies and told amazing stories during dinner. They all looked up to him, and he knew he'd live to protect them another day.

Five.

Philip thought about Aaron Burr, his girlfriend's father. Burr never liked him, and just tolerated his father. Philip was constantly threatened by Burr, and once almost lost his life due to a misunderstanding where Theo Jr had been crying over a book where an innocent's life had been taken, and Burr had thought Philip had hurt her. If he saw that Philip could hold his own, and defend against opposition, maybe he'd finally have Burr's stamp of approval. In that case, he had to make Burr proud, too.

Six.

Philip saw Theo Jr in his mind. The wind blowing her beautiful curls, the sun kissing her beautiful soft skin, her brown eyes sparkling in the sunset. He imagined her face when the moment came for him to get down on one knee. As he raised his gun to shoot to the air, he smiled. 'I have people to live for. I'm gonna win this. I'll make them all proud, and later, I'll propose to Theo, and it's gonna be so perfect. I love you so much, Theo'

Seven.

Eacker turned around and fired his gun.

Everything seemed to stop, the world stopped turning. The men stopped counting, the duelers stopped pacing, and Philip stopped thinking. Philip felt the bullet fly into side and get stuck in his right arm. He shakily looked down at the bullet wound, the blood oozing out, and he collapsed to the ground, quickly losing consciousness as the doctor rushed to his side.

The phone at the Hamilton household rang loudly, as Aaron Burr and his small family of three sat with Alexander in his living room, having tea. Eliza was still sleeping, so Alexander answered quickly before it woke his wife up.

"Hello, is this Alexander Hamilton?" asked a soft female voice. Alexander was uneasy.

"Yes, may I ask who's calling?"

“This is the receptionist at Orlando Hospital. I’m calling in regards to your son, Philip Hamilton. He has you listed as his emergency contact”

Remembering Philip had gone dueling, Alexander's eyes widened. "What's happened to Philip?"

The receptionist's next words felt like a spear had pierced his heart.

“He’s been shot in the side. We think it may be fatal”

Alexander dropped the phone in shock. Hearing the noise, Aaron looked over into the kitchen. "Alex? Alex, are you alright?" he asked gently.

Alexander turned to them, trembling with wide eyes that were welling with tears. "Ph-Philip's been.. shot.." he managed out.

Aaron's eyes widened and he jumped to his feet. "What?!" he asked. Theo Jr covered her mouth in shock, getting to her feet as well, tears pouring down her face. Aaron quickly pulled her and Alexander to his car to drive to the hospital.

As they approached the hospital, Theo tried desperately to wipe her tears, and she only had one thought on her mind.

'Stay Alive, Philip...'

The trio rushed into the waiting room, two of the three crying desperately. Alexander saw the doctor that had been at Philip's side at the time of the duel. Holding back a sob, Alexander rushed forward to see the doctor.

"Where's my son?!" he asked, gripping the doctor's shoulders. "Where the fuck is my son?!"

The doctor flinched, but recognised Alexander. "Mr. Hamilton, come in, they brought him in half an hour ago, he lost a lot of blood on the way over.

Theo ran over and joined them. "Is he alive?!" she cried desperately.

The doctor hesitated. “Yes, hes alive, but you have to understand, the bullet entered just above his hip and lodged in his right arm-“

Aaron cut him off, holding his daughter tightly. "We need to see him. Now."

The doctor led the three to Philip's room. "I’m doing everything I can, but the wound was already infected when he arrived" he said.

Theo sobbed into her father's chest. "Will he stay alive?!" she asked, but the doctor didn't answer her. If it weren't for Aaron holding her up, she'd have collapsed by now. It didn't help seeing Philip's blood splattered across the doctor's uniform.

They entered the room to see Philip in the hospital bed, festering and weak. He had a thin stream of blood leaking from his mouth, and his hands and clothes were drenched in his own blood, a terrifying sight to see. What was most unsettling was how leaking through the bandages was more blood, accompanied with a strange yellow colour. Theo cried and rushed to his side, holding his bloodstained hand. Philip's hazel eyes weakly opened. As he tried to talk, he choked out even more blood. He finally managed one word that broke Theo's heart when she heard his normally soft, cheerful voice now breaking as he lie on the brink of death.

"H...Hey..."

Theo sobbed harder, her heart clenching as she stared at him. Philip managed a weak, bloody smile, and he squeezed her hand, wincing in pain. Theo cupped his face gently, tears clouding her vision. "O-Oh... O-Oh dear god, Ph-Philip... Philip why..?" she asked softly, her heart aching as she stared at her dying boyfriend.

Philip's smile only widened painfully. “I-I showed h-him.. u-us H-Hamiltons.. w-we aren’t w-weak..w-we...aren't..c-cowards...” he whispered, closing his eyes.

Theo's eyes widened and she started sobbing. "Ph-Philip! No, don't go yet!" she cried.

Thankfully, Philip’s eyes opened a little. “I-I’m... still... h-here...” he croaked, coughing up more blood. Theo smiled softly at him, trying to stay calm. She couldn't control the flow of tears streaming down her face however.

Suddenly, the door burst open again. There, shaking and sobbing, was Eliza. “Philip!” she cried, hugging him tightly. Philip hugged back. “Wh-what happened? Wh-who shot you???” she sobbed.

“I-I.. got i-into a d-duel.. a m-man.. talked.. b-bad about.. P-Pops..” he managed out.

"M-Mom, I love you.." he wheezed weakly, and the room felt a bit brighter. He felt weaker. Lighter.

His pulse slowed to a stop, and the room was filled with sobbing.

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Valkyrie Part 18: Alone

A/N: You can find all the other parts to this series here. If you have any suggestions for the story or want to read a specific scene etc, please let me know. :)

Plot Summary: Y/N wakes up only to realize that she is caught in a hopeless situation. Hearing about the siren’s plans only strengthens that impression. In the meantime Stiles freaks out because of her absence and Lydia makes a grave revelation. 

Pairing: Reader x Stiles

Warnings: Kidnapping

Persons involved: Reader, Stiles, Scott, Lydia, the siren

When you wake up, it’s cold. You inhale the icy air, regretting it immediately because even the effort to breathe makes your head ache. Your fingers brush over hard underground while you slowly come back to your senses. Something happened. Something pretty horrible. You start to remember. You were on your way to Stiles but you never reached him.

You open your eyes as your heart cramps up at the thought and stare at a dusty, grey, cracking ceiling. You feel pain in your whole body but your head is worst. Scared of what you’ll find, you raise your fingers and touch your forehead. Something sticky meets your fingertips and as you look at them, you discover exactly what you expected: blood. Fresh blood, which pretty much is proof that you’re still bleeding.

A wave of panic washes over you. For a while you’re simply lying there, trying to calm your breathing. It doesn’t work at all, so you just give up and get on your knees, groaning from the pain, before you slowly stand up. You are sure that any quick movements would make your head all dizzy. You push out the air and have a look around that is not very helpful. The room you’re in is pretty big but empty, dark, cold and damp. There is only one small window high above you and impossible to reach and an iron door in front of you that looks quite thick.

At the sight of the door you lose all your calm and run at it, push yourself against it but of course it’s locked and doesn’t move an inch. She kidnapped you, threw you into this hole without water, food or medicine and you can only imagine what she is planning to do with you. The pictures you come up with are not pretty. You thought you were relatively safe after you finally captured Theo. Now you realize what a big mistake that was.

Anger cooks up inside of you, replacing the panic for now. That siren makes you sick. You clench your fists and hammer against the door, over and over again, screaming for her and telling her to show the hell up. “Or do you want to hide until I’m dead, just like the coward you are? Just like the coward who knocks out someone from behind? Just like the coward who sends Theo to do the dirty work? God you are so pathetic!”

You are panting, taking a step back, trying to get a clear head while your blood is still boiling. You sink onto the ground and hide your face in your hands, taking deep breaths and fighting hard against your tears. You have never been so desperate in your whole life. Especially because you are incredibly scared that you’ll never see Stiles’ face again. You can’t believe how quickly your joy changed to utter despair.

You don’t know how much time passes that you are simply sitting there, listening to your own breathing. At some point you suddenly hear a scraping noise and shoot up, staring at the door in front of you. A little square of metal is pushed aside, revealing a barred window to the world outside of this room. Your heart beats a little faster until crystal blue eyes appear in that space. You can’t see the rest of her face but even this limited view suffices to notice her arrogant and patronising expression.

“Are you done?”, she asks, her voice cold and filled with contempt. Right now she doesn’t sound soft or seducing at all, but like the ice queen she really is. “Fits of rage always bore me.”

You are quite willing to perform another one but you don’t have the strength anymore. All you master to do is stand up, walk towards the door and glare at her.

“Why did you take me?”, you ask bluntly. It’s the only question that really matters because the answer dictates what will happen to you.

Her eyes flash, revealing that she must be smiling to herself. You hadn’t believed it possible but your hatred towards her even grows.

“My dear Y/N, did you really believe that your presence in Beacon Hills is a coincidence? That it is not connected to all of this? A little bit naive, don’t you think? You are the key to my success. I thought Theo would help me get you but I guess sometimes you have to get your own hands a little dirty”, she says, as if you are having an everyday conversation. Simple smalltalk, no more no less.

“Oh don’t be so modest. Your hands are far more than a little dirty!”, you spit.

“People like you would probably think so. People who are not willing to fight for what they really want.”

“People usually don’t want other people dead! If you think that I will help you, you are very wrong! Over my dead body!”

She pushes out a humourless laugh that makes you shiver, although you try to hide it.

“Is that so? What if I’ll kill your little lover boy if you don’t help me? Or this beta that you want to protect so desperately? I am still a little pissed that I didn’t get him, but it doesn’t really matter. I made it work with weaker victims”. She dwells on it for a moment, probably knowing very well how mentioning Stiles and Liam gives you a sting. “It’s not important anyway. I don’t need your help. I just need your body and that wonderful connection you have to the world of the dead.”

You swallow hard. That can’t mean anything good. The longer this conversation lasts, the clearer it becomes that your situation is hopeless.

“Why? Why are you doing this?”, you ask.

That’s when her face changes for the first time. Even the little part that you can see suddenly resembles an angry mask, deforming her attractive features and showing her true lunacy.

“Why? Because I am fed up!”, she growls, punching against the metal of the door and startling you. “Once the supernaturals have been feared. We have been the superior race and every human dreaded us! We have been the most important parts in the most important stories, the creatures the boldest heroes of ancient Greek fought against! We ruled this world and they hid before us. And now look what has become of us! We have been reduced to myths and been forgotten. Nobody believes we are real anymore! We have to hide like outcasts although we are the strong race, the deadly race! I won’t take that any longer. I will show them how weak and insignificant they really are!”

“Fighting for your race by killing a lot of them seems a weird way to do it”, you retort gravely.

“Only the feeble ones. They have no place in my new world anyway. You should accept it, little Valkyrie. It’s over, there is nothing you can do about it.”

With that she closes the window and leaves you alone with your increasing misery.

Time passes but you can’t really measure it. You sit in the corner of the room, unable to do anything else. At some point an uneasy sleep with weird dreams overcomes you. You can’t remember what they were about but they leave you with bigger hopelessness than you felt before you fell asleep. As you open your eyes, you discover a bowl of soup and a bottle of water right next to the door. She must’ve placed it there as soon as you were unconscious.

You wish to be strong enough to resist and not even look at it. But you are feeling weak and dizzy and you are incredibly hungry and thirsty. Therefore you crawl towards the bowl and empty it in huge sips, not even minding that it’s already cold. Afterwards you lean against the wall and stare at the ceiling. Waiting. Dreading. Wanting nothing more than having Stiles at your side and to assure him that you are okay.

“Have you found something? Anything?”, Stiles inquires desperately, sprinting through the kitchen towards his best friend as Scott enters. The sorry look on his face is answer enough and Stiles heart becomes even heavier while a new pang of fear makes his whole body shudder. He stumbles backwards and grabs the counter to hold himself steady while his whole world seems to spin.

“We couldn’t find her scent”, Scott explains, more to Lydia because he knows that Stiles doesn’t really care. The only thing that matters to him is finding her or not. “And the warehouse is empty.”

“Then we have to go out there again! We have to keep searching!”, Stiles exclaims, desperately running his fingers through his hair. Lydia and Scott throw him worried looks. He looks like death. He hasn’t slept a second since the siren took Y/N, therefore he has dark circles under his eyes and his face is unnaturally pale. Also he is constantly accusing himself of what happened although the whole pack agrees that that is total nonsense.

“Stiles, we have no idea where to look anymore”, Scott answers unwillingly but calm. “We need to reconsider this whole thing, formulate a plan that will actually help her instead of running around aimlessly.”

“A plan?”, Stiles retorts incredulously. “We don’t have a plan! We have no idea what is supposed to happen tomorrow. We don’t even know if she…if she’s still alive and…”

His voice breaks right there and he sinks down onto a chair, all the tension leaving his body at the thought of that. Lydia is at his side in no time, kneeling down in front of him and taking his hand in hers. She looks at him intensely and serious.

“Stiles, I would’ve felt it! She is alive, I am sure of it”, she states, her decisive tone not allowing any doubts. “She must be part of the plan. It all makes sense, that’s why she needed Theo, although that didn’t really work out, did it? She won’t hurt her till the very end and we’ll be there to stop her. Tomorrow. At the nemeton.”

“But…we don’t know what will await us there…”, he mumbles, blinking at her, not daring to hope.

Lydia presses her lips together. “Screw that. We couldn’t find out until now and we probably won’t until tomorrow. But she is alone and we have a whole pack and still one night left. We will gear up and prepare ourselves as good as we can. And then we’ll deal with her tomorrow.”

Stiles keeps silent for a moment, desperately frowning and thinking about Lydia’s words. “That means that Y/N has to endure another night.”

“You know her. She’s strong. She can do it.”

In the end he gives her a weak nod. “Alright. Yeah, you’re right.”

“Good, then let’s start with our preparations. Can you get the others?”

Stiles nods again and heaves himself out of the chair like it’s the hardest thing to do. Without the usual spring in his steps he walks out of the room. Only after he disappeared, Lydia gets up with a deep sigh.

“That was good”, Scott praises her, walking over and putting a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“Yeah…only that it was lie”, she says.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I got this today. Deaton emailed it to me”, she explains, fetching a piece of paper out of her pocket and handing it to Scott with an expression that doesn’t promise anything good. “He found it in Greek. The ritual that’s explained there must be ancient but it perfectly fits this situation. It even explains why she needs Y/N.”

“And why’s that? Come on, Lydia, I can’t read ancient Greek!”, Scott retorts impatiently.

“Well, first of all it says that hell can only be raised at places of direct connection to the underworld. That would be the nemeton. It also has to be at summer solstice but we already know that. What’s new is that the weaker supernaturals that are locked in there can be raised solely by the powers the siren has fetched. She only has to touch the sacred ground and they will follow her call. If she then wants to break the seal and release the most ancient and dangerous ones, the blood of the creature bound to hell and heaven alike has to soil the earth. A Valkyrie.”

Scott swallows hard, looking at her with widened eyes. “Y/N. So she really plans to kill her.”

“I think so, yes. And she won’t be alone. It will be the pack against a whole army of zombie supernaturals.”

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