#scott looks to theo and theo looks away. but he raises his claws for scott. the violence we must do

[lolthiam]

Theo bares his fangs, his eyes glowing amber as he snarls at the hunters in preparation for the attack.

“We don't want to hurt anyone,” Scott reassures firmly, looking back at his pack and raising his hands in a conciliatory gesture; scarlet sparks gleam in brown eyes, but no more. “We don't need new victims”.

His words affect the hunters, but Theo does not hide his fangs — behind him is Liam, who was wounded by these same hunters, and Theo's common sense recedes back, drowning in anger that envelops the entire room.

“Malia,” Scott asks, noticing that her iris is still glowing.

Coyote, grimacing, obediently hides her eyes, standing next to the alpha.

“Theo,” Scott calls him in the same tone. “Theo,” he repeats forcefully, but it doesn't really work on the chimera.

“I said myself that I’m not part of your pack,” Raeken hisses, “and I can tear each of them to pieces for what they did to Lia–”

“Theo,” Liam growls, his voice ringing not as a request, but as an order; the growl echoes off the walls, hitting his ears, making even McCall flinch.

Theo looks back briefly at Liam, and there's no need to repeat twice — the gold in the chimera's eyes fades in a second, he tenses up, not understanding why he obeys, and guiltily looks away, hiding his hands — already without claws — in the pockets.

“What the hell was that…?” Stiles gasps out, glancing at Liam out of the corner of his eye and Raeken, that stands next to Dunbar, lowering his head almost in shame.

“I don’t know,” Lydia says in the same whisper.

“When Derek was the alpha, he got Isaac in line the same way.” Stiles' voice is barely audible over Scott's, but Lydia can hear him perfectly.

“Do you think…?” the banshee frowns slightly, casting a brief glance at Theo, who gently puts his arm around Liam, helping him to stand up because the bullet was aconite and is still in the werewolf's body.

”I don't know,” Stiles shrugs. “But this is exactly looks like… like Liam is his alpha.”

[rotisseries]

the pack plus theo and quinn and jiang and tierney are about to go outside. scott asks lydia if shes ready, she nods. scott turns around and malia flashes her fangs, liam flicks out his claws and then everyone turns to theo whos like 😑 and puts his claws up petty asf . but then stilinski stops them and says "nobodys going anywhere" and lydia is like "i can get through them" and he ssays "we're not gonna fire the first shot. now get back from the door. all of you." and tells parrish to get jiang and tierney back to their cell. scott asked stilinski what happened with monroe. "she gave us til midnight" she wants them, dead or alive, she wants them brought to her band of rebels. anyway everyone helps barricate the doors . monroe is also jamming cell phones and the radio . and its clear that the person who was recruits by monroe is in the station bc ... who else would ahve access to something that can jam a law enforcement transmitter. anyway then the power goes out and someone asks "how easy is it to cut off the power to a police station?" and one of the deputies says "too easy" and shoves nolan into the center of the room. and liam immediately says "Throw him out." and nolan is like "no-no you cant . okay please dont. she'll know i screwed up." and liam says "hes with them." and scott gives him a warning little "Liam.." then liam says "hes a liar and hes sick in the head." and scott is so fucking concerned he doesnt ask right awsy but he looks at liam and nolan ans hes like . what the hell is making him so angry? anyway then sheriff throws nolan in the lock up. turns out nolan and jiang knew each other. idrc ab that. i feel bad for nolan to an extent but like bro. you are highly susceptible to peer pressure and you have anxiety in your eyes. go to therapy and dont beat up your classmates i feel as if that is simple. anyway. for some reasom it cuts to theo dragging liam into the bathroom....? i never understood the point of this scene. have they been talking before this? did theo notice his mood change when nolan came around? things we'll never know. anyway convo goes like 

theo: monroe's not gonna stop. nothing we say is gonna make them get in their cars and drive away. those two losers killed hunters. 

liam: who killed their pack

theo: so what? i mean, monroe's gonna tear through anything standing between her and them. that means you, lydia, malia, and scott. You gonna watch your friends die? 

liam: are you gonna watch hunters murder them? jiang and tierney werent the only ones that were apart of satomi's pack

theo: yeah...right....the hit and run. sorry if im not losing sleep over some random roadkill!

liam: THEY WERE MURDERED. BRETT AND LORI. THEY DIDNT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS. 

theo: so what you think saving those two is gonna make everything feel better? (scoffs) your dead friends are dead. and theyre gonna STAY DEAD no matter WHAT you d- 

and then liam punches the fuck out of him. literallt mean i heard something break he dropppppeddd to the fllooorrr. literally caught the wall and started sliding down it until he was on the floor lying down. effectivelt shutted him the fuck up.  and then liam steps over him and says "by the way im still working on my anger." and theo raises a hand as liam walks out the bathroom and says "good to know." <-hoarse and raspy. 

hope u know during the whollleee fight they were getting closer n closer to each other so like they literally went into the bathroom for a quickie argument to release the tension ig. now that i think about it theo probably dragged him in there bc hes the only one he trusts to talk to besides the fact liam gets so worked up around him sometimes. funny how he talks about not losing sleep over brett n lori but hes for sure losing sleep . my bad

[alisonhales]

#so its the first scene with scott and theo. scott recognizes theo but doesn't instantly trust him. scott is coming off of s4#he needs people to be good because he knows he can be bad. there has to be redemption because he needs to be redeemed#his own goodness doesn't feel inherent and so believing in the good of others is how he can believe in himself#he worries love is violence. he still can't trust theo on sight.#he trusts him by that scene in 510 where he says his friends have left him and theo says he can get them back for him.#theo is why he has lost his friends. theo has made this happen. theo has made scott love him so he can best hurt him. love is violence#and then the hug which breaks scott open. the skepticism on his face vs the way he clings to theo with his chin pressed into his shoulder#face half hidden in the bulk of theo. the way his chin falls onto theo's shoulders the same way when theo impales him#the way theo nestles closes in both gifs. the way both are acts of violence in different ways.#so we have the doubt and the trust in the first set and the act that finally made scott fully trust theo#and the act that fully destroyed that trust in the middle#in the last pair we have theo back in the position where he needs scott to trust him. scott wants to. the slow rebuild of their trust#bc now theo is vulnerable and scott cannot help himself! he can't. but he still tries. there's only love and violence#and then the scene that shows scott is willing to trust him again. theo at scott's back with claws raised.#theo standing still instead of walking toward or walking away.#scott looks to theo and theo looks away. but he raises his claws for scott. the violence we must do#the end is the real beginning (bericas)

josé olivarez / yves olade (alt. version) / cab calloway / oscar romero

[spiderman-4]

Get up ~ please

Summary: Tho always gets back up, no matter how hard he’s hit you can always count on Theo to get back up and keep fighting. This time he didn’t.

••

Liam almost didn’t see Theo get hit because he was so busy fighting for his own life that he was unaware of the battles happening around him. It was a rough pack that wanted Scott’s power. Power thirsty wolves who would kill anyone to get the power they so desperately craved. Liam, Theo, Scott, and Malia had found the pack in the woods and got ambushed.

Theo and Liam were separated from Scott and Malia by a few hundred feet; the pack and split in two and Theo and Liam and chased after them to insure they couldn’t get away.

Liam was so used to Theo never getting hurt or showing any sign of injury that whenever they fought he almost forgot that Theo could actually get hurt in a seriously way. They were friends, at least that’s what Liam thought, Theo was alway pretty closed off about things and never really specified how he viewed Liam but he was always there whenever Liam needed him, sometimes he was there more than Scott. It was almost as if Theo dropped everything when Liam called, didn’t even make him wait till he finished what he was doing he would just leave. Liam never let himself think to much into it, dreading the butterflies in his stomach when he did.

So when Liam had finished with the last of the wolves he was fighting and turned to Theo, he froze. He would have never imagined something like this. Theo was down, he was on the ground and a wolf was kneeling over him his hand in the air ready to claw at Theo’s neck.

An involuntary roar escaped Liam’s throat as his body finally unfroze and his brain had a split second to process the situation. The wolfs eyes shot up to meet Liam’s and Liam quickly lunged at the man. He was thrown to the ground and Liam threw himself at the wolf. Hitting and punching and clawing, as much at he “hated” it, Theo had become his anchor and helped him through his worst situations. Seeing Theo in such a vulnerable position made something snap in him and all his rang as come bubbling to the surface.

Liam snapped out of his trance when he heard a small whine. Even unconscious, Theo still stopped Liam from loosing control. “Theo?” Liam questioned softly as he raised himself from the ground and took a step towards the body.

When he got to Theo sit he lowered himself to his knees, his hands hovering over Theo’s body, unsure on what to do. Theo’s stomach had been slashed multiple ways and his face had been scratched up so much it was hard to see his eyes. The scratches continued all over his body and Liam began panicking because he wasn’t healing.

Liam grabbed at Theo’s shoulder and shook him, “Theo! Come on wake up please, don’t be dead because that’s not fair. You promised that you’d finally play video games with me this weekend. This is a cowardly cop out you know” Liam choked on his words as Theo’s heartbeat continued to slow. “Okay okay okay, you’re going to be an Alpha Liam. What would Scott do?” Liam couldn’t focus. He was to busy listening to Theo’s heartbeat and his breathing to focus on how to wake him up.

Liam lifted his trembling hands and grabbed Theo’s face. He focused his brain the best he could and squeezed his eyes shut until he felt the numbing pain in his abdomen. His eyes shot open and he almost cheered when he saw the black veins crawling up his arm. Liam hadn’t had the most success at taking peoples pain (also something Theo was helping with) but now he was doing it without any help.

It felt weird and the pain filling his body made him cringe but the look on Theo’s face slowly softened and his breathing began to pick up. “Theo. Please wake up man. Come on. You can’t die, i- you’re supposed to help me when Scott is gone. You need to teach me stuff and make sure I keep my anger in check. Theo you’re my anchor and I’ve already watched one of my anchors die and I c-can’t do it again so. Wake up!” Liam last words sounded more like a roar then him really speaking but Theo’s eyes shot up and his hands came up to clutch at Liam’s wrists and arms. He was gasping for breath and looking all around him. The wounds on his face were beginning to close themselves together.

Liam almost sobbed when Theo woke up. “Theo. Theo stop, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m okay, they are all taken care of okay” Liam had forced Theo’s eyes to meet his, Theo’s eyes were wide and confused but as Liam spoke his eyes softened, his hands were still gripped on Liam wrist. Liam slowly lowered his hands from Theo’s face and Theo’s hands retracted to pull at his shirt to see the damage of his now healing wounds.

“I thought you were dead” Liam almost whimpered out and Theo’s eyes shot out to meet his. “There was this guys standing over you ready to slash your fucking neck I- I didn’t know- I got him off you before he could do more damage-” Theo cut Liam’s rambling short.

“Did you kill him?” Theo’s question was hesitant, almost like he didn’t want to know the answer.

Liam felt his face flush “N-no. You made this sound while you were unconscious and I- uh I snapped out of it. You weren’t healing, I know your healing is slower than mine but you just like wouldn’t heal and I just I tried to wake you up but you wouldn’t get up and you always get up like always and I never really think about you getting hurt because it doesn’t happen and I was just- I couldn’t think about being able to walk out of these woods without you and I-”

“LIAM” both Theo and Liam’s heads shot to the trees where Scott and Malia walked out. They cloths torn and bloody. Malias face had a large gash down it that was healing slowly.

“What happened to your face?” She snapped at Theo, a grossed out look on her face as she walked towards the two boys in the ground.

“What happened to yours” Theo shot back but didn’t wait for an answer as he slowly tried to get himself off the ground. Liam went to help but a dark and cold glance from Theo made him stop and just stand up in his own.

“Theo? What’s happened?” Scott questioned as he took in the shape of Theo. Hidden bathing his eyes was worry but all Theo could see was pity.

“Nothing serious-“ Liam cut him off

“He almost died, like heart basically stopped kind of dead and I want him to go to Deatons. Liam didn’t look at Theo but he could feel the death glare that was being sent into the side of his head right now.

“I don’t need to go anywhere I’m fine let’s just finish up here and go on with life” The sarcasm that was think in Theo’s voice made Liam roll his eyes.

“Liam’s in charge here now Theo so if he say’s you’re going to the clinic then you’re going. Don’t fight us on this okay. You heal slow you need to proper rest not just the back seat of your car” scott noticed the almost instant change in Theo’s posture, he went still and eyes widened. He had known that Scott knew about his sleeping arrangements, why was he so shocked.

Liam on the other hand was completely unaware of Theo sleeping arrangements and turned to him with wide eyes and an slightly open mouth. He looked like he was about to say something so Theo beat him to it “Okay! Deatons it is”

••

Liam was quiet. The entire time Theo was being checked my Deaton, Liam at there in a chair and looked at his hands, sometimes checking his phone and replying to his mom about where he was. Not once did he speak to anyone.

It was only when Deaton left the room to go and check some stuff after giving Theo the all clear didn’t Liam look up. Deaton had given Theo a rag to wash his face and Theo was about to push himself off the table when Liam finally spoke.

“Don’t” Theo froze, the anxiety running through him was unbearable. He knew Liam was going to bring up his truck he just didn’t know when. “Don’t get up and move around, you’re still healing” Liam’s voice was solid as he rounded the table and snatched the cloth from Theo’s hand and ran it under warm water.

When he turned back towards Theo he let his eyes travel over the other boys body. His shirt was removed and his pants traded in for some of Scott’s old lacrosse shirts that had been left in the clinic. His body was covered in dried blood and some still closing wounds. Theo went to reach out for the cloth and wipe himself down when Liam jerked his hand away.

“Let me do it” Theo shook his head and went to grab the cloth again “please” Liam voice sounded scratchy and weak, almost like he was pleading with Theo. Theo locked eyes with the beta and the look of exhaustion and doubt made him weak, he could never say ‘no’ to Liam and it was going to be his downfall.

“Okay” Theo whispered, his voice was hushed and hesitant. “Go for it pup” he almost saw missed the small smile that crossed Liam’s face at the nickname.

“I told you to stop calling me that” Liam fronted his smile and small blush as he grabbed Theo’s arm and began wiping the dried blood from his tanned skin.

“You love it” Theo smirked as he watched Liam work, the grip Liam had on his wrist was feather light as he slowly ran the cloth down his arm, starting at the shoulder. The two boys never really touched each other unless it was throwing punches. Although there was that one time that Liam had almost killed a hunter because he had hurt Mason and Theo had to physically restrain the beta. Liam was screaming obscenities at Theo and punching his chest to break free but eventually had collapsed into Theo’s hood and just cried at the thought of losing his best friend.

They didn’t talk about that time though.

“Theo-“ Liam’s voiced cracked softly so he cut his own sentence off. Theo examined his face and watched he fought with himself about his question.

“What is it Liam?” Theo pushed, he would usually give Liam the time he needed to get his words out but he wanted the lecture to be over and done with quickly, he was tired and he just wanted to sleep.

“I want you to stay with me tonight” Liam had finished Theo’s right arm and set the rag down, meeting Theo’s wide eyes. “Before! You say no, just uh- just hear me out. I- uh- I scared myself tonight. When I saw that guys standing over you. I almost killed him. I don’t want to kill people Theo and when you’re around I don’t feel like I’m going to accidentally kill people. You ground me, make me feel like I have control over my anger. You’re my anchor and I know we like fight all the time but I just-“

“Okay”

“I want you to just thin- Wait! Okay?!?! You’re going to agree just like that with no other pushing?” Liam looked at Theo with a bewildered expression that made Theo smile, a genuine smile that made Liam a little bit weak in the knees.

“If me being there will help, then I’m there” Theo’s tone was serious and it made Liam smile a giant smile as he turned back around to wash the cloth off. He didn’t want to push Theo sleeping in his truck tonight because he felt it would start an unnecessary argument that their of them had the energy for tonight. Tomorrow though, was another story.

Liam walked back over and began working on Theo’s left arm with the same feather like grip on his wrist as he worked. “Thank you.” Liam eyes glanced up at Theo’s and then back at his arm in a way of telling him to continue. “You saved my life. I didn’t say thank you. Thank you Liam” Theo’s voice got really quiet at the last thank you, if Liam didn’t have super hearing he probably would have missed it completely.

“You’ve saved my ass a whole bunch of time so I had to pay you back somehow. Besides, you’re my anchor remember. Can’t have you dying on me” Liam chucked and went to rise the cloth once again.

When he came back, he hesitated. He was going to wipe down Theo’s chest but he didn’t know if it was appropriate considering this was the closet they’ve ever been.

“I can do it puppy. You don’t need to” Theo met Liam’s eyes when he saw his hesitation but Liam shoot his head.

“No. You’re supposed to be resting so just let me do this” he sounded almost frustrated. Like it was his fault for Theo’s now fully healed injuries.

“Okay” Theo whispered and Liam began wiping down Theo’s chest, his eyes stayed focused on Theo’s strongly build chest. Liam felt his face heating up as he ran the cloth over Theo’s abs. He could feel Theo looking at him as he worked. Subconsciously Liam let his unused hand fall to rest in Theo thigh. He froze for a moment, expecting Theo to shove him off but when he didn’t react at all he continued to clean Theo’s chest.

When Liam was done he wouldn’t even look Theo in the eye as he turned to rise the cloth out. Scared for Theo to see the blush coating his face. “I can smell you Liam” Theo admitted and Liam froze. Shit. He forgot to mast his chemosignals and Theo could smell just how nervous he was, and just how much it affected he was from being able to feel up Theo’s chest.

“Shut up” Liam muttered and walked back over to Theo with the warm cloth. “Just shut up” Liam whispered before reaching up with the cloth and gently rubbing down Theo’s cheek, died blood coming off with the rag.

Liam wouldn’t meet Theo’s eyes as he continued to wipe Theo’s face clean of blood. His face was bright read and his blush was sneaking down his neck and he felt Theo’s gaze on his face.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed pup. I know I’m very attractive. You don’t have to hide the way you feel” Theo whispered, his voice was rough and low as he spoke. Liam’s hand gently grabbed the side of Theo’s face, steadying his face so he could clean it.

“Yes I do” Liam’s voice was quiet and sounded almost disappointed by the realization that his feelings for Theo wouldn’t be returned.

“Why?” This time, Theo reached out. He was tired of just looking at the side of Liam’s face. His fingers lifted Liam’s chin and forced their eyes to meet. Liam’s eyes widened and his heart began beating out of his chest at the touch.

“You don’t see me the way I see you” Liam muttered, shame evident in his voice as his eyes struggled to keep Theo’s gaze.

Liam’s eyes were filled with vulnerability and self consciousness. As the words left Liam’s mouths Theo’s eyes softened and Liam let out a sigh at the soft eyes that he had grown accustomed to.

“And how exactly do you see me Liam?” Theo asked, he knew how Liam saw him, of course he didn’t but it was believing it that was different for Theo. Why would Liam want someone like him when he could have anyone he wanted.

Liam body had a tendency to work quicker than his brain and today it was no different. Without even thinking Liam pressed his lips to Theo’s. Theo doesn’t have time to return the kiss before Liam pulled away and tried to leave the room, muttering obscenities to himself.

Theo jumped off the table and wrapped an arm around his waist, effectively turning Liam around and this time Theo pressed his lips against Liam’s. Liam let out a noise of surprise but melted into the kiss, his hands resting against Theo’s chest as Theo’s arms stayed wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so incredibly stupid Liam. How could I not see you the same way. It’s you Liam. Fuck it’s always been you” Theo’s eyes remained closed at he rested his forehead against Liam’s

“So-” Liam grabbed Theo’s face in his hands “Does this mean, we’re like boyfriends?” Liam’s voice was still filled with nerves as if Theo hadn’t quite literally kissed him.

“Yes Liam. We’re boyfriends”

[watercoloredlie]

Gif: Not mine

Summary: After the newly turned wolf starts acting strange at a pack meeting, it doesn’t take long for her friends to figure out the cause. Now Emily is forced to confront her feelings… and Peter.

Warnings: Language, Smut(only the second time I’ve written smut and this is definitely more descriptive.)

Notes: Just felt like doing this to spite that anon that is going around. DO NOT INTERACT IF UNDER 18.

“Why do we always have pack meetings at Derek’s loft?” She asked as they stepped off of the elevator into said loft.

“Lots of space and it gives us privacy to talk.” Scott smiled softly at her.

“Okay yeah I guess that does make sense.” Emily Dunbar shrugged her shoulders.

The honey brown haired girl sat down beside her younger brother Liam along with the rest of the pack. They were soon joined by Derek and his uncle Peter. Emily grew distracted while the rest of the pack started talking around her. She gazed at her hand watching her claws appear then making them disappear.

Peter noticed what she was doing and raised his brow at her. “Stop that.”

”Sorry, what were you saying?” She glanced up at everyone letting her hand go back to normal.

Malia gave her a confused look. “That Theo agreed to talk, but he only wants to talk to Liam alone.”

“No. Absolutely not! It’s too dangerous.” Her eyes began to glow with a golden hue.

The oldest Hale in the room folded his arms across his chest. “Calm down before you break something.”

“So what’s the plan?” Emily asked instantly calm as her eyes returned to their normal blueish green state.

“Liam is going to meet with Theo. Scott and Derek will be listening in though far enough away that they won’t be detected.” Lydia explained with a smile.

He squeezed his sister’s hand giving her a reassuring look. “It’ll be fine. You know I can handle myself.”

“I’ll rip his throat out myself if he harms one hair on your head.” Emily huffed despite knowing that she wasn’t going to stop the plan.

“Stiles and Lydia are going to try to figure out who Theo is working with. Malia you know what you have to do. Emily, you’ll stay with Peter.” Scott further instructed looking around at them.

“Excuse me? Why do I have to stay with Peter?” The older Dunbar sibling looked over at the True Alpha in disbelief.

He rolled his blue eyes at her. “Because you’re a new wolf who is still learning how to control yourself. Now pipe down.”

Emily went to reply, but stayed quiet instead. The meeting went by and everything was ironed out. It was then that they realized she was still quiet. Derek was the first to figure out just what was going on.

He glanced over at her curiously. “Who was it that bit you?”

Peter sighed at his nephew. “We all know it was me.”

Derek chuckled slightly at that. “Have you noticed that Emily is doing everything that you’ve told her to do?”

It took him a moment then he gazed over at her. “Talk.”

“What the hell?” She finally spoke again looking confused.

Derek looked over at her again. “You’re sired to Peter which means you’ll do what he says.”

“Sired? How does that happen? Is there anyway to stop it?” Stiles asked clearly intrigued.

His blue eyed gaze remained on her as he spoke. “It usually only happens if the person you bit has feelings for you and you didn’t know.”

“No. Not even close.” Emily stood up making a beeline for the elevator.

Before the doors could shut, Peter had joined her on the elevator. She avoided his gaze silently willing the machine to move faster. He stayed quiet merely observing her for the moment. It felt like an eternity later when the elevator reached the ground floor. Emily stepped off of the elevator walking put of the building as fast as she could.

Peter followed her grasping her wrist once they were outside. “I think we should talk.”

“We have nothing to discuss.” She moved to pull away from him.

He gave her an amused look. “Stop fighting and get in my car.”

“Screw you!” Emily glared at him then did what he said.

Peter got into the driver’s side and drove them downtown to his apartment. After parking his car, he let her get out. She went to walk away only for him to pull her back. Emily sighed as she turned to look at him. There had always been this underlying tension between them since they had first met. Instead of saying anything, Peter leaned in kissing her lips softly. She was caught off guard at first, but soon found herself kissing him back.

“Mm, what was that for?” Emily gazed up at him a few moments later curiously after he broke the kiss.

Peter smiled softly at her. “Isn’t it obvious? I like you too.”

“I never said I liked you, Peter.”

He chuckled at that. “You being sired to me speaks for itself.”

“I can’t…” Emily walked out of the parking garage only to be surprised to find that it had started to rain.

Peter followed her unbothered by the change in weather. “What are you so afraid of?”

“Falling in love with the big bad wolf.” She turned around and looked at him.

He smirked slightly at her. “I think you already have.”

“I’ve always been the good one. I’ve always done what was expected of me. All I wanted was to protect my baby brother and then he got bit by a wolf. Then I met you and everything changed.”

Peter tilted his head a bit. “I know.”

“So you want to know the truth? Yes, Peter Hale, I do have feelings for you. I’m hopelessly madly head over heels in love with you in spite of all the bad things you’ve done in the past.” Emily admitted as they got soaked by the rain.

He gazed down into her eyes stroking her face gently. “I love you too.”

Peter leaned in kissing her again. She returned the kiss happily. As it deepened, he lifted her up in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. He carried her into the building straight into the elevator. She groaned softly as he pressed her back against the wall while trailing his lips down along her neck.

The doors opened on his floor and he carried her out to his apartment. They left a trail of wet clothes from his front door to the hallway that the door to his bedroom was in. He pressed her up against the wall trailing his lips down along her neck and over the tops of her bare breasts. A gasp fell from her lips as he rolled his hips forward joining them together as one. He let her adjust before starting to move again.

“Peter!” She moaned softly as she met his thrusts.

It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. Emily pulled him into a kiss as he moved them away from the wall. He carried her into his bedroom settling them both onto the bed. Peter’s hand slid up grasping her throat lightly pinning her to the bed as he fucked her hard.

His eyes glowed as he kept moving. “Cum for me, Sweetheart.”

Peter’s name fell from her lips in a loud moan as her walls tightened around him. He groaned at the feeling and continued moving chasing his own high. The older wolf came soon after and leaned down kissing her heatedly. Emily whimpered when he pulled out of her a few minutes later. He got out of the bed disappearing into the bathroom. Peter returned a moment later with a damp washcloth and gingerly helped her clean up. Afterward, he climbed back into the bed placing the blanket over both of them.

”That was… wow.” Emily breathlessly giggled as she snuggled up against him.

Peter chuckled pressing a kiss to her head. “Mm, well there’s more where that came from.”

“Promises, promises. I take it back. I guess it won’t be so bad staying with you.” She smiled softly.

He rubbed her back gently. “You’re still a relatively new wolf. I’ll help you with it.”

“Yeah I know. Thank you.” Emily sighed contently and rested her head against his chest listening to his heartbeat.

Peter smiled relaxing a bit. “Not to rush this, but you can move in here with me if you want. I know staying with your family must be cramped.”

“You want me to move in?” Emily tilted her head up looking at him surprised.

He chuckled softly at her. “I love you. Of course I want you to move in.”

“I love you too. Why don’t we take it a little slower though? I’ll bring some clothes and stuff over to test it out. Maybe we can go on an actual date.”

Peter kissed her head again. “Sounds good to me. Yeah we can do that.”

”And maybe hold off on telling anyone.” She bit her lip.

He laughed lightly. “The wolves will smell me on you and Lydia will just know.”

“Well fuck.” Her eyes widened a bit.

Peter ran his fingers gently through her hair. “Why are you so scared of what everyone thinks?”

“I don’t know. I was raised that way. Liam looks up to me and I try to be a good influence to his friends.” Her shoulders shrugged at that.

He gave her another kiss and smiled reassuringly at her. “That won’t change just because we’re in love.”

“Okay we can tell them. I hope Derek and Malia aren’t too weirded out though.”

Peter grinned pulling her closer as his hand found its way between her legs. “Quit worrying about it. Everything will be fine.”

“I… Oh hello there!” Emily jumped slightly then groaned letting her legs spread further apart.

He smirked pressing a kiss to her neck. “That’s my girl.”

[realityescapee01]

Raging out

Steo | Stiles x Theo

Stiles arrived at the pack house, his steps heavy and his face serious. He passed Liam and Kira and went straight to Scott, pulling his best friend into another room.

"What the actual FUCK! Scott!" Stiles shouted.

"I take it you already know about Theo?" Scott said, voice a little low. He's never seen Stiles this angry before, not since...

Stiles's eyes were dark and his presence as well. Like he isn't Stiles. Like there is someone else inside. He grabbed Scott by his shirt and threw him to the wall.

"I'm not losing Theo. NO FUCKIN' WAY!!!"

Stiles is in a war path. Liam had told him what Scott and Kira did to Theo. His Theo. And it seemed like the two do not have a plan to tell him about it. He wouldn't know if Liam didn't tell him. The boy was always closer to him and Theo anyways. Specially so after the Monroe hunters and when they helped save Hayden when Scott doesn't want to. Liam was loyal to Stiles ever since. And Theo being Stiles's mate, made him loyal to the chimera as well. Having learned so much more from Theo than Scott.

True Alpha, my ass! Stiles thought. Scott always said no killing, no going out of control, and always give second chances, etc etc. But if it was his girlfriend, suddenly it's okay. If it was his girlfriend sending people to hell, it's okay.

The two had went, fought and sent Theo down underground. All done when Stiles was away. After everything. After Theo helped. After everyone thought Theo was part of the pack. The audacity.

Stiles hit the steering wheel, getting out some of the frustration. He was upset. He was angry. He never felt this angry before. And it felt like it awoke something inside him. It felt like the Nogitsune is back.

And it was. Stiles always felt like some of the Nogitsune was left in him. But this time, he was in control.

Stiles arrived at the pack house, his steps heavy and his face serious. He passed Liam and Kira and went straight to Scott, pulling his best friend into another room.

"What the actual FUCK! Scott!" Stiles shouted.

"I take it you already know about Theo?" Scott said, voice a little low. He's never seen Stiles this angry before, not since Void Stiles.

Stiles's eyes were dark and his presence as well. Like he isn't Stiles. Like there is someone else inside. He grabbed Scott by his shirt and threw him to the wall.

He was even more angry now. Scott didn't even apologize or tried to explain.

"I'm not losing Theo. No fucking way!" Stiles's eyes went full dark.

"Scott!" Kira ran into the room. "Stiles, stop!" Kira took her sword out in an attempt to scare Stiles down. But the moment Stiles faced her, she knew, she's up against someone with the power of the Nogitsune.

"No! You stop! I'm so done putting others' first before myself." Stiles parried Kira's sword strike, maneuvered to take the sword from her and then knocked her towards the wall.

"Kira!!!" Scott shifted. "Stiles, please. Sto-" Scott wasn't able to finish his sentence as he felt the sword pierce his body. "S-Stiles?" He looked up at Stiles.

Stiles just stared at the sword, as a red glow ran through it from Scott and into the blade. "Scott... I'm sorry but you don't deserve this power."

Stiles pulled the sword out and walked out of there. Liam just watched him. Scott fell to the floor, he wasn't dying, just something left him... something was gone from him.

Stiles drove to the tunnels.

"Just wait, baby." Stiles said with a promise.

He marched straight to the part where Kira sent Theo underground. He struck the sword down, opening the ground up, and Theo climbing out of it.

Theo's clawed hand gripped the floor as he climbed out with a roar. He looked up to see his mate waiting for him. "Stiles, baby..."

"Hey, Theo... sorry about that. They went behind my back... but I have a gift for you." Stiles took the sword from the ground and it glowed. Sparked... with the alpha power it took from Scott.

Theo raised his eyebrows and his lips said 'oh' as Stiles held the red blade out to him. Theo grabbed it and absorbed the spark. Stiles watched as Theo's eyes slowly turned red.

"Stiles..." He walked towards Stiles with his alpha eyes aglow.

"Mnn." Stiles, seeing Theo well now, had calmed down and the Nogitsune powers again put to sleep. Stiles hoped there won't come another time that he'd need to use it. World be damned if he does.

Theo walked towards him and pushed him against the wall then kissed him. Hard. "Hmn, babe... I thought I would never see you again. I thought I would never make love to you again." Theo said as he leaned on Stiles's neck to kiss, lick, and suck on his mate mark on the human.

"We have all the time in the world now for that, Theo, baby." Stiles said as he leaned his head to the side, submitting his everything to Theo. His Alpha Theo.

Theo chuckled as he lifted Stiles onto his hips.

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theodore raeken: missing persons

( okay so i kinda had an idea ,, and then went through the whole teen wolf timeline to see if it would work ,, so here it is !!

theo’s backstory !! it started off way more messy headcannon format & then it got kinda a real story vibe ,, def thinking about making it an ao3 one shot eventually )

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TW: very sad & hurt my feelings

don't imagine:

eight year old theo raeken...

who sleeps at his best friend scott mccall's house almost every single night, stiles is almost always there too.

theo and his friends where they all watch movies together until ungodly hours of the morning. stiles loved star wars, theo will never forget that. they had gone as luke, han and chewy for halloween that previous year. melissa went as leia. scott has always been more of a indiana jones fan himself. theo would watch either, anywhere where harrison ford was theo didn't mind being.

in this little trio, who were all raised in the mccall house, where they were given eveything they needed. sometimes when theo thought about her, when he needed to remember the good things in life. he never quite knew how she managed. expecially with scott's dad who floated in and out of the picture.

yet, it always was melissa who gave scott extra lunches to take to school because theo and his sister, who were often forgotten by their parents usually were left to fend for themselves and a fourteen year old girl rarely had the funds or mind to give a growing boy a nutritious lunch. these packed lunches always with the crust off because that's the way theo liked it. melissa always remembered.

theo had three favorite places: scott's bedroom, the corner next to his bed where theo's blow up mattress was. the bridge in which tara and he crossed everyday on their way back to raekens from school. his final place was actually beacon hills elementary.

theo always liked school. theo was good at school. he didn't realize this until mellisa had pointed out an exceptional report card. he didn't think it was much of anything to be proud of.

he liked recognizing big words from english class and novels that would help him when his mom watched jeopardy. she would watch the show every night. sitting in a daze in the raekens dark living room. not paying much mine to the eight year old, until he started blurting out the answers to her favorite show. she beamed at him. he loved his mother's smile, she had the same dimples as tara.

so yeah, when a seventeen year old theo raeken spent months filing the names of anyone ever involved in the mccall pack, current members, deceased and ones that just fell out of beacon hills. he remebered some names.

theo raeken grew up in beacon hills, and beacon hill wasn't to big of a town.

theo rembered issac lahey a quiet boy who had been in his thrid grade class, jackson whittemore who was a grade older than them and everyone knew him because he was was offered a spot on the middle school lacross team, he knew erica reyes who he rembered for her epilepsy and it made him hate himself a little less for being the king of the heart condition, he even remebered names like derek hale- who was in the same grade as tara. theo even rembered the name malia tate as she was small girl who did go to beacon hills elementary, who was always startled and always walked a bit faster than everyone else through the halls. or even lydia martin, a girl stiles had a crush on. she talked to theo a lot, lydia used to call him teddy, he didn't know when it started but he let her do it purely to spite the fact that lydia gave theo a nickname and never bothered to acknowledge stiles.

theo rembered all of them, i mean for years of his life all he had to rely on was his memory to make sure it was real.

though during the line memories turned bitter and he was left with the sour taste of resentment.

so it was weird to think despite it all, that year was one of theo's best. he never felt like he belonged. sure he had scott and stiles before but gaining friendship & being labeled as an "inseparable trio" by the sheriff station deputies, whenever they rang havoc through their office made theo's mouth crack a toothy grin. he felt like he had a family.

that was until the air started getting colder in beacon hills. theo started hearing the voices. though, even so much later in life he never could quite pin point how it started, like his brain couldn't truly decipher what was going on. some of it felt like dream, though the dreams and the thoughts. sometimes they didn't feel like his own and made him so scared he would leave the day feeling nauseous.

though this all came in spurts. his birthday was that november, and that was magical. he spent the weekend with stiles and scott, theo's mom actually made the point to bring the three of them bowling. the boys pitched in on buying theo a big millennium falcon lego set because he was always doing things with his hands, something he picked up not being so most athletic of the bunch. they also got him big poster of han solo just to spite him. he blushed and yelled at them for stupid gifts but they knew by the smile on his face he loved them.

he loved so much because despite the fact that they were poking fun at him ever so lightly, they were good natured and they held thought. they really thought about theo enough to know what he liked. he never had that before.

so the voices started getting louder again around christmas time. it was weird for theo, the happiest time of the year filled him with such excessive dread. it didn't feel right. theo's life changed that month.

then one day scott and stiles get sit down because something tragic happened. tara raeken is dead. the details are fuzzy and they don't really understand how, seeing as these boys are just in fourth grade. they are horrified, it's one of the only other times they've experienced death besides with stiles mom. though claudia stilinksi was sick, sometimes sick people die. learning about tara left a bad taste in their mouth. she was young.

they try and call, bike past is his house. they don't hear from him. they go to her funeral, scott and stiles, high on anxiety attached to their parents just trying to sneak a peak of where their best friends may be. he's gone, that's the conclusion they come to, he's gone. they don't know how it could have happened, they just know that he isn't there. why wouldn't he be there?

they try and talk to the raekens but haunted by their daughters death, they paid less attention to theo than before. they barley give them a straight answer, melissa explains what grief can do to a family and not to blame them but is equally suspicious.

just take a minute to think, while scott and stiles are scared and searching for their best friend, theo raeken, barley nine years old is given a heart transplant. alone in a dark and cold sewer hidden deep under beacon hills, horrified and a failure, that's what the dread doctors tell him. a boy who keeps quiet, does what needs to be done and has to survive. doing absolutely everything he can to be kept around, the second he heals (which theo recognizes is abnormally fast) the doctors are straight out of beacon hills.

the doctors eventually find his parents too, who leave beacon hills, he doesn't exactly know what happened to them. he doesn't everything he can not to think about the possibilities. he hopes he has a chance, survival instincts flourish but the ideal of living isn't quite the same as surviving.

one day, the doctors inform him he has absolutely nothing to go back to, he figured this he just be didn't think they would actually tell him. they never told him much.

they are far away from beacon hills- much farther than he assumed. he has no sister, and his parents are gone.

he is alone, and he is finding out that now, he has one more secret to hide. the poor boy has claw and fangs and often thinks about using them to rip himself apart, i mean he deserves it right? he just watched his sister die, to go down with the last living part of her, his own heart.

while theo is expecting his fate, stiles and scott and stuck in months of confusion. missing posters of the boys face are strung up everywhere they can reach, once his parents are gone. they know they need to do everything they can.

mellisa feels like she's been punched in the gut, so she helps her boys. she calls every hospital in the county, and then she starts reaching out to some of the bigger hospitals in the state. spreading word of a missing nine year old like wildfire. she spends nights after her shift arguing with noah stilinksi, he has been looking to. he tries to bargain logic with her.

"yeah it's strange he never said goodbye, he wasnt at the funeral- it's weird, yes, but his parents left too. their daughter just died melissa. maybe they didn't want to stay."

melissa knows, yeah that makes sense. theo had to of just moved with the raekens but something about it doesn't feel like it makes sense.

he would have said goodbye to her. she knows it.

other people in beacon hills were actually thinking the same thing, something wasn’t quite making sense.

those other people being some who can sense unrest in supernatural frequencies. a family who makes it their business to monitor the supernatural. the hales.

though, talia hales supernatural concerns didn't often revolve around fourteen year old girls who drown, shes curious. the girl, was in dereks grade. the mother in her falters but it doesn't get strange until the police reports reveal the fact that the girls heart was gone, she was found. gaping chest wound, lying in the river.

so she starts to suspect somethings wrong. she's seen the raekens case, something about it doesn't make sense. sure, the death of a teenage girl is overwhelmingly tragic but there isn't much to investigate. though talk of the raekens is getting loud, she comes to find out this is because of the raekens youngest, who was nowhere to be seen days before the funeral.

she knows the hunters are back in beacon hills. so wonders if the two correlate. so she starts asking questions.

talia, with her daughter in tow see two boys standing outside the sheriffs station, stopping people when they walk in to show they a poster. it's theo raekens missing poster, though there isn't much official about it. it seems like the sheriffs department couldn't issue anything official, so as she walks up to the boys seemed to have made dozens of copies themselves. there information seems formal enough.

she catches their anxiety heighten as talia hands the poster over to laura who stands behind her.

the taller one raises a brow, "have you seen him anywhere miss?"

she smiles, "miss hale- you can call me talia though. this is my daughter laura. we haven't seen your friend but we'd like to help..."

the taller boy nods, "well, i'm scott. that's stiles. how could you help?"

talia hale lies easily, "i've heard about what happened to the raekens and it sparked my concern. i have a friend, local sheriffs station who is awfully good with the police dogs. if you have anything that your friend owned i might be able to call i'm a favor."

a few days later, stiles had found her in the same spot as last time with a small black sweater. she smiled and told him she would do her best to help these two boys. not sure if her intrest in the case was supernatural based or because she didn't want these boys, who smelled like anxiety and exhaustion to fall down the hole of loss themselves. she wasn't sure where investigating theo’s disappearance themselves would leave them, she didn't want them getting caught up in the supernatural spiderweb of beacon hills.

though, talia hale looses scent and momentum on the case. literally and metaphorically. she finds herself near some suspicious tunnels, leading right under beacon hills but scent falls short. she's frustrated, and the time since his disappearance is lengthening but her families needs become increasingly concerning.

she's listens, she likes to know what's going on. so when she hears her sixteen year old whispering a bit more with her kid brother she raises suspicion. she doesn't trust peter like she used to, not after getting involved with the desert wolf.

paige dies months after that, dereks heartbroken and talia is trying to put together pieces of a story that turned her babies eyes blue. to young. beacon hills doesn't quite understand how another student is dead, with no previous medical history. this, the death of paige she knows is supernatural.

kate argent moves to town and in months, the hale house is burned to the ground. inside, theo raekens black sweater. tucked away in a room, where news clippings and missing posters caught fire the fastest.

so with no surprise, another tragedy is unleashed and it's the talk of the town. memory of theo starts to fade, like most things do in beacon hills. it's not anybodies fault but it still stings. though, theo million miles away hasn't felt much of anything latley.

it's been a little over a year. he hasn't cried in the past three months. he won't let himself. nobody is going to find him. he isn't going to het out. so he puts up his walls, as many as he can. he just has to stay alive a little bit longer. make something worth taras sacrifice. they had started to kill off more of the chimeras, more of their science experiments. he can't get killed, he can't do that to tara.

theo was always a fast learner. theo always liked school. theo was good at school. this wasnt exactly the same as math class at beacon hills elementary but he was picking up skills quickly. theo didn't quite recognize himself after that year. he wasn't that same boy, and that had to suite him just fine. he never had much of a choice in this. he just chose to try and keep her heart beating for as long as he could.

so theo raeken adjusted, he had to.

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Things have been less tense since Theo and his pack of chimeras sided with them to put an end to the Dread Doctors. Stiles was surprised at first, but even he can somewhat agree that at the end of the day, all Theo had wanted was to have Alpha powers. Now he does. Which means he no longer has use for the Dread Doctors and they won’t cease in search of the perfect specimen to make their Beast. 

Well, the Surgeon won’t cease his search. Together they’ve been able to put a stop to the Geneticist and the Pathologist. 

They’ve split up in teams of two all around the preserve to try and find him. Another teen went missing a few nights ago. He’s gotta be out here to bury them. Stiles and Theo have been searching the south side of the woods and so far have come up with nothing. He’s pointedly ignoring the way the red long sleeve clings to the Alpha’s arms. And the way that every time a breeze rolls by, Stiles gets a heady whiff of the chimera’s spicy cologne. 

“Should we call Scott and Liam?” Stiles asks, shoving his hand in his pocket to grab his phone. “Maybe they’ve seen something.” 

Suddenly an arm smacks his chest, Theo’s arm, stopping him in place. “Don’t. Move.” Stiles’ gaze snaps to where the chimera’s red eyes are staring. Without his lackeys, the Surgeon is digging a hole all by himself, a teenage girl asleep at his feet. “Wait here, I’ll take care of him. Call Scott, tell them where we are. Get the girl while he’s distracted.” 

It’s strange how easily Stiles manages to listen to Theo as though he were his Alpha and not Scott. Or that despite his being a spark, Stiles would be more helpful than simply grabbing the victim. But he nods and shoots a quick text to Scott, telling him their location. Crouching behind a tree, Stiles nods at Theo once more, waiting for his cue. 

Theo gets all of ten paces towards the Doctor before all hell breaks loose. The Alpha snarls, claws flicking out and when he makes to run, the Surgeon disappears. Reappearing so quickly that Theo slams into his chest, only to be thrown back to the ground by a shock wave. 

“Failure,” the Dread Doctors hisses and clicks. “Failures are to be terminated. Poor little Theo. Come to fight me all by yourself. Very well, you’ll die just the same.” Theo barely has a moment to raise his head before the Surgeon raises his cane, swiftly lowering the sharp tip towards Theo’s heart.

Stiles’ own lurches into his throat. With a yell, the spark whips his hand out, forcing the Dread Doctor to stop literally an inch from Theo’s chest. Nearly tripping over a root in his haste, Stiles jerks his hand away, thus throwing the Surgeon away and slamming him into a tree. When the Doctor tries to move, Stiles snarls and with a snap of his fingers, the Surgeon quite literally explodes. The only thing that remains in his cane that thumps to the earth. 

“You- you saved me.” Theo sits up, staring at the spark as he rushes to the Alpha’s side, absolutely bewildered. “You actually saved me?” 

The spark scoffs a laugh, “I shouldn’t have to say it, but I will anyway.” Stiles regards him with a soft smile, “I promise you I’ll always be there for you. No matter what. You’re not alone anymore,” Stiles says, ensuring that the Dread Doctor’s words don’t get to the Alpha. 

“Almost sounds like you like me,” Theo grins, wincing as he rubs the back of his head. Looking at the ground, there’s a jagged rock with blood on it, he’d hit his head when he was thrown. 

Heavily rolling his eyes, Stiles cups the back of Theo’s head, healing the wound faster than the chimera would have on his own. “Like you didn’t already know,” still holding the chimera’s head, the spark laces his fingers in the dark hair. Gripping it with twitching fingers, noticing how heavily they’re both breathing. “Theo-”

“Me too,” the Alpha smiles, leaning in to finally kiss him like they’ve both wanted for who knows how long now. 

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Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

I love when characters are snarky with each other. Especially when the character being hurt is all defiant and just keeps stubbornly getting back up.

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I think I write very fun Scott and Deucalion banter.

Enjoy a snip from drawing a blank:

“Five minutes ago you hesitated to let me hold you instead of freezing to death. Yet you’ll blindly accept the consequences of what could be a powerful, permanent linking of our minds?” 

Scott swallows. “You didn’t say it could be permanent.” 

“Have the side effects from the other times you’ve used your claws in this capacity seemed temporary?” 

“Uhm.” 

“You see my point.” 

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I am currently working a werewolf fighting ring where Theo and Scott are visiting an alpha looking for allies, one of his betas approaches Scott and asks for help. Obv Sceo stick their noses in business and discover illegal werewolf fighting ring. Only Theo gets captured! And then Scott has to go to Deucalion for help.

Here is the current beginning:

“To clarify,” Deucalion says, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, “your plan is for me to deliver you to Alpha Clements in chains? And then… rescue you?���

Scott shrugs. “Do you have a better plan?”

“Leave him there.”

Scott sucks in a breath. “Yeah. Not happening.”

He can still see Theo’s face as he’s dragged away by the guards. He’d looked… happy. Glad Scott was escaping. Secure in the knowledge, the trust that Scott would come back for him.

“Your… friend would not thank you for turning yourself over like this. Not based on the harrowing tale Mr. Stilinski has relayed. Several times.”

“Not fun, huh, Scotty?” Stiles says, pushing himself back and forth on the rolling desk chair. Deucalion raises one eyebrow, and he walks his way back to the desk, sits with his hands folded in his lap. “Being on this side of the self-sacrificial bullshit.”

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The Anti-You

Y/N L/N was engineered by the Dread Doctors to be the polar opposite of Scott McCall. She would be an alpha designed to kill him, but as she finds herself increasingly involved in the McCall pack, she’s not sure whether or not Scott’s death will truly be the best thing for her.

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You’re sure this is going to work out?” You stand staring out at the lights of Beacon Hills, just starting to glimmer into being against the dark of the night. Your arms are folded across your chest, either to maintain a powerful facade or just because you’re cold, you’re not sure which. You’re not sure of a whole lot anymore.

Theo looks at you, emotionless as always. “Of course it will. There’s no way it couldn’t.” He considers you for a second, then places a hand on your shoulder for a second, the gesture hollow and empty of the strength it should have carried. Theo walks away, and behind you comes the roar of his truck’s engine as he drives off, leaving you alone before the glittering map of Beacon Hills. He doesn’t have to say anything more, you know why this has to work- if it doesn’t, you’ll be dead.

The falling darkness should have made it hard to see, would have made it almost impossible were you an ordinary girl. But your eyes glow in the night, and your footsteps fall surely among the twisting hills as you make your way down into the streets of Beacon Hills.

You, of course, are not human. Far from it. You had been, once, back before you’d seen Theo or felt the pain of the Dread Doctors’ experimentation. You had the bad luck of being a genetic chimera, and so the Dread Doctors’ gaze inevitably fell upon you for their latest project. Your hands curl into fists unconsciously by your side when you think of the dark days and long nights spent in that lab, with your arms bound by your sides and your blood spilling onto the ground.

When it was over, you were a chimera twofold. You were human, still, according to them, but with the added bonus of an alpha werewolf’s strength running through you and turning an innocent night dark with the hum of power, even when you didn’t want it. Your eyes should have been a blood red ruby, but they glow sapphire instead, to best go along with whatever lie you’ll tell to Scott. He can’t trust another alpha, they say, so you’ll be a misguided victim and he’ll have no choice but to let you into his pack. Just sell it, Y/N. They don’t have to finish their sentences.

There’s no reason to finish their threats anyways. Power and eye color weren’t the only things changed in you; there was a new hunger lurking somewhere in the space behind your forehead. To make sure you didn’t fail in your task to take down Scott McCall, they put something in your mind to make him your worst enemy, to make you hate him even without seeing him and yearn to put your claws through his throat. You were the anti-Scott, a polar opposite in every way except the claws and fangs. Killing him would be the only goal of your life, the only reason your lungs filled with another breath except to make sure that he took his last. Yes, you would finish your task. Your heart would stop beating if you didn’t.

You find yourself walking the halls of Beacon Hills High School the next day. You’ve been given a locker, a schedule, a false life that you’d add to the lies that surround you. As you turn a corner, you feel his presence before your eyes even land on him. Scott McCall has entered the building.

Your eyes inevitably come to land on him. He’s talking with his friend, some average-looking boy whose voice rises above the others around him. Scott must sense the alpha blood in your veins, because he drags his eyes away from his friend to land on you. His brow furrows, and you can practically sense the suspicions rising in him. He starts to move towards you, but you turn around and head the other way. You’re able to lose him in the crowd, and slip into your next class. You have to play it safe, don’t you?

Once you walk in, the teacher points to the different groups of empty desks. “Take a seat, Miss L/N. You’ll be working in groups of three today.” You nod silently, dropping into a chair near the middle of the class. You only sit there for a couple of minutes before two students slide into seats on either side of you. You glance up quickly when you realize who they are: Scott and Stiles. Of course.

You clear your throat. “I think she said random partners.” Scott just opens his backpack, reaching inside to grab his textbook and place it on the desk in front of him. “Guess that makes us a team. You want to tell us what pack you came from?” You raise an eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Scott eyes you. “There’s no need to pretend you’re not a werewolf. I know you are. I just want to know if I have to consider you a threat to this town or not.” You return Scott’s gaze cooly. “Is this a prank or something? Werewolves don’t exist.” Scott sighs. “I’m not a hunter. I’m not out to kill you. I just want to know who you are and why you came.” He glances around to make sure nobody’s watching him, then leans closer to you. His eyes flash red- the scarlet of a true alpha. “See? I’m not going to hurt you.”

Something about seeing his eyes, about knowing just who he is, makes the blood boil in your veins. You shouldn’t be this close without reaching out to slash his throat, without raising a blade to stab him in the heart. You force the anger back down inside you, and force your eyes to glow their blue. “I came to town because I could sense the power emanating from it from miles away. I needed a place to go.”

You look away, forcing yourself to look upset and even regretful. “My pack is dead or gone. I have nobody, no one who would look out for me anymore. I figured a place with some supernaturals wouldn’t be the worst place to die.” Scott nods. “There’s a pack meeting in a couple of days. You should come.”

Your eyes fly back to him. “What?” Scott shrugs. “I think you should join the pack.” You frown. “Just like that? You don’t even know me.” Scott looks at you again, and you feel like his stare can see through every wall you’ve built up, that he can read every thought flickering across your mind. “I could sense your emotions, and you were telling the truth. You have nowhere to go, no people calling your name. We can offer you something better than a death at the hands of the hunters.”

You nod distractedly, grateful for the escape of the teacher starting to announce the assignment. Was this it- you were already a part of the McCall pack? This would be easier than you had thought. Then your brow starts to furrow as you think about what he had said. You did have an agenda, you were here to hurt him. Surely he’d be able to tell that you were lying about everything, that there were people who counted on you and you did have something that mattered to you. But then why did he think you were telling the truth?

Scott McCall isn’t the only member of his pack to welcome you. It’s strange, how easily they all extend their trust, letting it flow from their hands and voices to wrap around you. They hand it out like a flyer on a street corner, like it’s something to be given not earned. There’s no price to the welcome, no second meaning or hidden stare. Just an open heart.

You’re not supposed to be noticing this, you know that much. You have a job to do, and it ends with this pack crumbling to the wind. But every time you see them, every time you feel that strange carefree feeling in your chest, you go home to pain twice as deep as the wound they’d healed. Trusting Scott is having an affect on you, and it’s not one that you’re supposed to feel.

You’re walking out of the crowded school hallways with Scott, weaving around the crowds of people to reach the parking lot. Scott hesitates by his motorcycle, knowing that he should leave even as something pulls at his shoulders to stop him. You recognize the look on his face, that inner want to not be alone. You’ve seen it on yourself more than a couple of times.

So you turn back to him, mumbling something about how you forgot to bring your key with you and you needed a place to stay for the afternoon. Scott’s face instantly lights up, and he hands you a motorcycle helmet as a way of saying yes. You climb onto the bike after him and wrap your arms around his chest. You can feel the slight pull of his muscles as he kicks his legs off of the ground, the twist of his back as he steers. You lean your head against his shoulders, letting yourself breathe in and out slowly. Your eyes close, then flutter open as he comes to a stop.

He leads you up the walkway to the front door, sliding the key into the lock with a click of metal against metal. The door opens, and you follow him. Even if Scott hadn’t shown you the way home, you’d know this house was his. Traces of him linger in every corner and hall of the house, in the smooth wallpaper and stretching floorboards. He is here, in every inch and stone.

The two of you pull out your books and pens, homework spreading out across the table. As you finish a chapter, you glance up at him, and freeze just slightly in place. He’s leaning over some math problem, hair falling in a lazy frame around his face. The sight of him like this, so trusting and open, should fill you with the want to use this opportunity and kill him, but it doesn’t. It just makes you want to stay even longer.

Scott hops up from the table to grab a binder from his room, and you’re left in the sudden empty stillness. Your eyes keep dancing to the door where he’d left, as if the seconds without him leave you hollow and numb. Something’s changed about the way you feel about him, and the realization comes gradually and then all at once. It’s love, isn’t it? That’s what this is. This fullness where an empty hole once resided, this want to reach out a hand and feel it held instead of extending claws. You love him.

Something slides across your throat. You start to cough, the feeling choking you until you’re practically bent double. When you reach a hand across your mouth, you stare as it comes back tainted silver. Mercury. 

There’s a sound at the other side of the room, and you realize Scott’s coming back. You hurriedly drag your hand across your mouth, getting rid of all signs of that deadly silver, and pretend nothing is wrong. You head out soon after that, pretending your parents have arrived to let you in. Scott waves you goodbye with a smile and a promise to keep his door open for you.

When you get home, you drop down to the floor, knees pulled up to your chest as waves of pain crash over you. Tissues lie crumpled around you when dawn finally breaks, each one of them drowned in that hateful mercury. Your head is leaned up against the cool glass of the window, and you wear a t-shirt despite the freezing air in a desperate attempt to stop the fever that’s just a few seconds from arriving. You have to fake it, pretend like you’ve hated Scott all along. The Dread Doctors will kill you for this, if your own body doesn’t do it for them first.

Theo arrives, as planned. He spews his lies, as promised. You turn away when you see him, pretend it doesn’t hurt to know that his presence will only make things worse. You fake your smiles when you see him, do anything to keep him off your back. You spend your days with Scott and the others, filling up those hours of daylight with happiness so you can hold those memories tight at night, when the mercury threatens to drown you whole. The sound of their laughter is like a blanket wrapped around you, the one sheer line of protection against the knowledge you’ve been pushing aside, that at any moment you could die.

There’s a disturbance at the library. Mason’s driving Ms. McCall to the school, and his voice is issuing from your phone. Liam’s there, too, with Scott. Liam’s supposed to be turned against his own alpha, they’re supposed to be fighting. You head to the high school as soon as you hear it, spinning around corners and sprinting down halls until you come to a sudden stop in the open doors of the library.

A muted, tortured cry escapes from your lips when you see it. Theo stands over Scott’s body, claws extended through his heart. They both turn and see you at the same time. Theo nods. “It’s done.” You shake your head softly. “This-this isn’t-” Theo just tilts his head. “We both knew this was how it would end.” There’s the sound of running footsteps behind you, and Theo disappears into the night just as Mason and Ms. McCall burst into the room.

You can’t move, can’t drag yourself away from the sight of Scott bleeding out onto the floor. You can feel him die, feel it in the sureness of your heartbeat even as his ends. You know you should be leaving, because Theo’s as good as turned you in, but your feet are frozen in place. You don’t think you could move them if you tried.

You stay there until Ms. McCall manages to revive him, then finally slip away. You drive down the dark and twisting roads until you reach your house. You don’t bother to lock the door- you’ll be dead by the time anyone tries the knob. Everything changed when Scott took that first gasping breath, like your body knew that you failed and decided to punish you for it. You sit down unsteadily in that same corner, head pressed up against that same window. You don’t know how many hours you’ve spent here, wasting away your last few days as the dead and dying, but you don’t think you’ll get up again.

The silence is broken by someone stepping into the room. You don’t bother to look up, not until he’s a few feet away from you. You just sigh in relief. “You’re alright.” Scott nods. “I wish I could say the same thing about you. Do the Dread Doctors know? Are they coming to take you back?” You glance back up at him, shocked. “You knew?”

Scott chuckles. “I knew you were a chimera for a long time. Your heartbeat was too perfect to be a normal werewolf, and I saw the tints of mercury.” You close your eyes for just a second. “I’m so sorry, Scott. I’m so sorry about everything.” You chuckle despite yourself, the laugh coming out as damaged and broken. “You know, I’d kind of come to terms with my own death. I was fine with it happening to me, but I couldn’t take it when you died. Like I was allowed to die, but not you. It couldn’t be you.”

Scott sits down next to you, arms crossed across his knees. You watch him, eyebrows lifting slightly in confusion. “You should go. You don’t want to be found when they come for me.” Scott shakes his head. “I’m not leaving you, Y/N. Not now, not ever.” He reaches over; grasps your hand and links it with his. “I’m not letting you go.” You start to speak, but have to break away, coughing. “I won’t be much longer. If you want any chance to defeat Theo and the Dread Doctors, you have to hold to your one advantage. They don’t know you’re alive. You have to keep it that way.”

You sigh, looking away from him. “I have done so much wrong by you. Please, let me at least die knowing you got away.” Scott places a gentle hand on your chin, forces you to face him again. “I’m not letting you die.” You chuckle softly, breaking off once you start coughing so much it hurts to breathe. “I’m not sure you have much choice about that. Besides, why would you stay? I betrayed your trust, betrayed the entire pack. I’m the reason you died.”

Scott considers your hand, which is still linked in his. He reaches out his other hand to hold it before your eyes. “You weren’t the one with the claws through my heart. I knew the risks, I still took him on.” You shake your head softly. “Why are you doing this? Why are you staying here?” Scott looks at you, eyes taking in the labored breathing of your chest, the mercurial blood starting to tinge your tears a shade of silver.

 Then he leans over, kisses you. You feel your heart falter once, then beat stronger than it ever has before. It’s funny- in this moment, you let everything go. All the walls come crashing down, everything you held in place so you could cling to those last moments before your own head shut you down. In this moment, you let yourself stay with him, his lips on yours. It is blissful and brilliant, and it is killing you just as surely as anything. It’s the feeling of falling down, down, down, but then something catches you and pulls you back up again.

When you look up at him, you notice the webs of black spiralling over him, disappearing into shirt sleeves and loose collars. You break away. “Stop. You can’t do this- taking that much pain would kill you.” Scott just grins. “I already died. It won’t do much.” You laugh in spite of yourself, then stare at your hands in surprise. You don’t feel weak anymore. No, you feel strong, stronger than you have in weeks and even months. You feel whole again, pure without that overbearing rage that the Dread Doctors forced into you.

Scott cups his hand around your cheek, studying you. “The mercury is gone. I think-” You finish his sentence. “I think you saved my life.” A smile grows across his face, and he kisses you again. It’s fitting, isn’t it? He was the one to rescue you from death. He, the one you were supposed to kill. He, whose survival should have killed you had he not pulled you from the darkest waters and made you whole again. You were supposed to be his polar opposite, the mortal enemy. Instead, you take his hand, and pledge to never leave his side. 

When the Dread Doctors finally arrive at the house, they find it empty. There are no dead girls, or broken alphas. Just two pairs of tire tracks leading away, two paths that should have destroyed each other when they crossed but brought healing instead of pain. Two alphas, who have escaped together.

[mercheswan]

“There you do Dad, everything settle for tonight’s big auction” Stiles said pating his fathers back.

The Sheriff’s office was holding a Valentine’s Day auction, in which the deputies auctioned for dates to raise money for the department. You know, fighting supernatural monsters every month was... expensive. The Sheriff put all the Pack to help, in fact, Mason was going to be the event’s host.

“I’m still not really convince about this” Jordan said joining the conversation.

“You have nothing to worry about... I bet you’re going to be the highes bid of the night” Stiles said. “I’m face I’m pretty sure that a very threatening readhead, is going to try and win a date with you tonight” Stiles whispered into the deputies ear, making Jordan blush. “Let’s see how you do old man. I’m sure some lady, or gentleman, will try and have a date with the Sheriff, there are many people into authority” Stiles teased.

“But I am not participating” Noah smiled mischievously.

“What are you taking about? You’re on the program, in fact you’re the last one of the night. See, here, STILINSKI” Stiles showed the program to is father.

“I am not the only Stilinski in Beacon Hills” Noah smiled.

What?

Oh no.

“Stop lying it’s not funny” Stiles looked at his father very serious.

“Why would I participate in this when I have a very young and handsome boy who can easily earn more money than me. Do not let me down, you’re representing the Stilinski men after all” The Sheriff said mockingly before leaving an astounded Stiles behind.

“You can ask Lydia to bid you for you too. But I’m sure you’ll be fine” Jordan added.

Dad... I’ll make you pay for this...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Come one Stiles, stop acting like that.” Scott tried cheering his best friend up.

“Betrayed by my own father...” Stiles babbled words complaining about the situation.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad. And maybe you can get a Valentine’s Day date with someone interesting” Scott suggested.

“Gee that’s for reminding me that I was going to spent the day, alone, not like you lover boy...” Stiles groaned.

“Look I promise to bid for you okay?” Scott smiled encouragingly. Stiles smiled back.

The event was a success. They were all types of people. Families supporting their relatives, young and old people. They were all having fun and there really wasn’t an atmosphere of competitiveness, which helped Stiles to calm his nerves.

Jordan was going before him. Stiles tought that he should have closed the event but... he was the Sheriff’s representative so... he has to be the last one.

As Stiles predicted Jordan managed to ear a lot of money, 840 dollars, to be more exact. Stiles was pretty sure that Jackson and Ethan had helped Lydia a bit.

It was time.

“A last but no least, please a big applause for Stiles Stilinski. We all know him, he is the Sheriff’s son. A very handsome young men with a bright mind and tongue, so ladies and gentlemen don’t hesitate, he is totally date material” Mason introduced making the people on the room laught but at the same time, making Stiles die of mortification.

“What the hell Mason” Stiles hissed to his friend.

“Well start the auction with 20 dollars” Mason announced. Scott raised his hand and Stiles thanked him. “Excellent. 50?” Mason asked. Malia raised hers. “Great, 75?” An old lady from the first road raised her hand. “100?” A group of teenage girls shouted. Stiles breathed out, well it wasn’t so horrible.

“One thousand” a male voice said loudly causing the room to silence for a second of shock. Stiles’s heart started to beat out of control. What the fu-. People looked at the source of the voice, but Stiles found him before anyone else. Theo.

Mason composed himself from the surprise. “Oh wow, look at that... that’s big, okay... one thousand for Stiles. Does someone give more?” He asked.

Stiles was looking at Theo. The chimera was leaned on the wall with a stupid and confident smirk on his face. What was he planing?

“Well, finally someone with game” Another voice sounded in the room. Stiles turned to look at it. Peter Hale. “Two thousand” Peter said. Ah no. This was not happening. No, no, no. Beacon Hills top two psychopaths were bidding for him, what have Stiles done to deserve this.

Theo separated from the wall looking at Peter with a threatening glare. “Three thousand” He shouted.

The room was out of control. Everyone was gasping and clapping. Stiles felt dizzy.

“Five thousand” Peter said with a playful smirk looking at Theo. The Chimera looked ready to attack.

“Dad... dad do something” Stiles whispered to his dad.

“You’re doing great!” The Sheriff gave his son an encouraging thumbs up. What the hell. No!

“Make them stop!” Stiles hissed.

“All money it’s welcome” The Sheriff whispered back.

“Six thousand” Theo raised his bid.

“You don’t even have that money!” Stiles complained.

“I’ve just turned 21. I gained access to my trust fund” Theo claimed.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Are you going to waste all your money in getting a date with me!?”

Theo was on the front row now. “Maybe I think you’re worth it” Theo said seductively at Stiles. Stiles really goes that the light helped to cover up the little blush of his cheeks. Damn you Theo.

“Eight hundred” Peter laughed. Stiles bet he was enjoying taking something away from Theo. He wa evil like that.

Theo growled. Out loud. “Ten thousand!” He shouted. Stiles saw people recording the whole thing. Everyone was so entertained.

Stiles saw Peter smirk but before he could talk Malia. Literally. Sank her claws into his father’s arm. “No more. You’re not having a date with me ex boyfriend” Malia growled softly. Peter rolled his eyes but nodded.

“But you’re donating the eight thousand to the department Hale... you owe the Sheriff’s department a lot” Noah proclaimed.

So that meant...

“Oh! So it’s ten thounsand. Ten thousand, final bid. Perfect, Mr Raeken you won yourself a date for Valentine’s Day” Mason declared and the room cheered and applauded.

Theo wore a bright smile in his face. Did he really wanted the date that much?. Theo looked at Stiles winking him with a devilish smirk.

Omg I’m having a date with Theo Raeken.

~~~~~~~~~~

Stiles discovered really quickly that Theo knew him very well. He had prepared the date with detail and Stiles enjoined everything. It was romantic but not overwhelming. When Theo confessed that he had always had a crush on him. Maybe Stiles should have acted differently. He should have waited a little longer. Maybe it was the fact that he was alone and that Theo understood him better than many people. Maybe it was some stranger phantom of Valentine’s Day. Whatever the reason were Stiles kissed Theo and sparks flew. They ended up spending the night in Theo’s apartment. But Stiles has the feeling that everything’s was going to turn out just fine.

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

Gunpoint

Word Count: 1,168

Characters: Theo Raeken, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski (brief), Malia Hale (brief), Liam Dunbar (brief), OC characters, Reader

Pairings: Theo Raeken x McCall!Reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/N: I’m gonna start trying to make my work gender neutral

Masterlist

“You’re being a bitch to him, Scott,” you crossed your arms, leaning against the counter.

“I know,” he sighed.

“Invite him to the pack meeting,” you said.

“(Y/N), I can't,” he shook his head.

“Why not?” you rolled your eyes.

“Can you just stop? Look, the pack doesn't trust him, okay?”

You scoffed, hearing that same excuse for the 100th time.

“People change. He lives in a car, Scott. And now all of you hate him. At least show him some compassion,” you said to your brother.

“It’s harder than that. He tried to get Liam to kill me, he almost killed Stilinski, need I say what he did to you?” Scott crossed his arms.

“Forgive and forget,” you replied.

“Well I don't know what you want me to do,” he sighed.

You rolled your eyes, pushing off the counter.

“Where are you going? The pack’ll be here any minute,” Scott raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll be back,” you waved him off as you walked out.

---

“Theo?” you called, walking to the park.

It was cold, and now you regretted forgetting your jacket.

“Theo?” you said again.

You spotted his car, knocking at the window.

“Theo, are you there?” you asked.

You waited a few seconds, before sighing and walking away, seeing he wasn’t there.

---

You continued walking around, looking for him. You decided to walk to the school to look for him.

You sent him a few texts, asking him where he was.

You’ve known Theo since you were a kid, you knew him forever. He was your best friend before he left, and you couldn't forget that.

You rubbed your arms, trying to warm yourself as you continued walking.

“Theo?” you noticed a silhouette walking behind you.

You turned around as you jumped slightly, being faced with a gun.

You immediately put your hands up, taking a deep breath.

“Who are you?” you asked softly.

“Just walk with me,” he pressed the gun on your chest.

He put his hand harshly on your arm, pulling you.

Well this is just perfect 

---

“Are you a hunter?” you asked him.

He didn't reply, instead, he continued holding you tightly, as the two of you stood there.

“I’m human. I’m not a werewolf,” you said softly.

“Buy your brother is. And so is his pack,” he replied.

“So you’re trying to use me as bait? That’s not gonna work,” you sighed.

“Yes, it will,” you looked forward as you saw a van driving to the two of you.

“Get in,” he pushed you.

You pushed back, kicking the back of his knee, pulling his gun from him.

You pointed the gun at him.

“Nice try,” you heard another voice say.

A man walked out of the van, raising his gun at you as you let out a shaky breath.

The other man stood up, taking out another gun from his pocket.

“Put it down,” you were now faced with two guns aiming at you.

You slowly put the gun down, putting your hands up.

You felt your heart jump out of fear but tried to stay calm.

You heard the hunter next to you shout, as you jumped. You turned to him, seeing him gone, with only his gun on the floor.

“Alright that's it,” the hunter cocked his gun, as you gasped.

Theo came behind him, slicing his throat with his claws.

You let out a shaky breath, putting your hands down.

“T-Theo,” you gasped.

He looked at you worriedly before starting to run away.

“Theo! Wait!” you yelled, running after him.

You squinted your eyes, being met with a bright light as Stiles, Scott, Malia, and Liam ran out,

running to you.

“(Y/N)! God, are you okay?” Scott gasped, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m fine,” you replied, as you continued watching Theo run away.

“Come on, let’s go home,” before you could say anything, Scott held you, walking you to the car.

---

“Do you need anything?” Scott asked you, walking into your room.

“No, I don’t. I gotta go,” you stood up, as Scott stopped you.

“Will you please just rest for a few minutes?” he asked softly.

“I’m fine,” you rolled your eyes.

“You were held at gunpoint, (Y/N),” Scott said.

“Scott, I’m fine. I gotta go find Theo,” you said.

“Why are you still on that? (Y/N), he almost got you killed!” Scott exclaimed.

“He saved my life, Scott. You keep saying the pack doesn't forgive him. I know you’re the one who doesn't. Stop acting like you're the high and mighty merciful one. I’m going to find him, and you’re not gonna stop me,” before he could reply, you pushed past him, walking out.

---

“Theo,” you said, seeing him sitting on the bleachers of the school, alone.

“(Y/N),” he gasped, standing up, about to leave.

“Please don't run away again,” you said softly.

“A-Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Thanks to you,” you walked to him, sitting next to him.

He looked down at the ground, sitting quietly.

“It’s the least I could do,” he said.

“Why do you keep hiding from me?” you asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Why do you keep trying to find me?” he replied.

“Because you need to know that we’re still friends,” you said.

He scoffed, crossing his arms.

“I tried to kill you,” he said.

“I know, and I forgive you,” you said.

“Just go, (Y/N),” he rolled his eyes.

You stood in front of him, looking at him.

“I know that you think you deserve this. To be all alone, to have no one by your side, being all alone. Have no pack, have no family. But you don’t. You deserve better than that,” you said.

He looked up at you, giving you a look.

“Are you really saying that after everything? After I used to to get to Scott? After I almost killed you?!” he raised his voice.

“Yes, I am. You’re just a person who made mistakes, just like all of us. And I forgive you,” you said softly.

“I don’t forgive myself,” he replied coldly, standing up as you held his hand.

“Stop running away from this. Stop running away from me. You did it when we were kids, and you’re doing it now,” you said softly.

He froze, turning to you. He looked at you for a moment, before pressing his lips against yours.

“(Y/N), I wanted to kill you, because you make me weak. I cared about you then, I still care about you now. I can’t let people take advantage of the fact that you mean everything to me”, he said softly.

“You mean so much to me too, you didn't have to run from me. That hurt more than anything,” you said.

“If I got you to hate me, then I wouldn't feel like this,” he said.

“That feeling’s good. That feeling’s human,” you put your arms on his waist as you kissed him again.

“You make me human.” 

[kreativewritin444]

Theos attack: first imagine

OKAY FIRST IMAGINE AND IM MKAING THSI Consecutive SO IF YOU WANT MORE PLEASE LET ME KNOW. SO ENJOY!!

Warnings: violence, assault, language, death.

fuckin theo ..

You walk in with Lydia into the library and you look around. “I’ll go this way, you over there.” You point two different directions and we walk off.

You walk around slowly looking for signs of anything when You hear a large slap and a thud. You jump and look around, “Lydia?” You call out now rushing through the tables to her side of the library.

You walked past a few aisles coming across a knocked out Lydia. Your eyes widen and you dropped to your knees beside her. You shook her a few times. “Lydia? Oh my god wake up please.” You spoke frightened tapping her cheeks lightly when the air got colder and a shadow stood over you. You freeze slowly turning your head back to see Theo.

“Theo?” You spat you turned standing up and he smirked. “What have you done?” You yelled walking towards him. You raise your hand up yet he caught it throwing you back against the book shelf. You slam into it surprised when it didn’t tip over. Immense pain spreading down your back and head. You lifted your arm trying to ignore the pain as you winced. “You know Theo, you really are getting on my nerves.” You chuckled dryly trying to get up but he rushes forward, picking you up and slamming you back down; his hand around your throat.

My eyes widen as the air supply got shorter, his eyes darkened and he looked at me up and down, licking his lips. “With Scott and Stiles so up your ass. I haven’t been able to have you to myself. The special human.” His right hand gripped your waist hard and you brought your knee up slamming into his balls causing his grip on your neck to loosen.

You let in a breathe bringing your hands up to push him away but he caught them slamming you back a few more times. “Don’t. Ever. Do. That. Again!” He yelled in your face.

Everything inside screamed in agony and you let out a sob. “Please...please don’t do this.” he chuckles pulling something out his back pocket.

Zip-tie.

You try to move, do anything to get away but the pounding in your head made you want to the throw up. He picked up placing you in a chair across from Lydia.

“This is pathetic Theo. We don’t have anything to do with whatever fuck shit you are coming up with.” you spit, literally, blood went on your leg by accident. Theo pulled out a knife, almost making you giggle.

Theo sees the amusement on your face and steps towards you slamming the knife down into your thigh. You felt hot and let out a ear piercing scream. tears ran down your cheeks, Theo pulls your head back by your hair. As he goes to say something a ring interrupts from Lydia’s bag.

He walks over and grabs it, smiling. “well hello hello, Scott.” you let out a soft sob, praying Lydia wakes up. I can’t tell what Scotts saying but by Theo’s face it must not be good.

He clicks a button on the phone before walking over to me, grabbing the back of my head. i let a whimper out. “Who is that? Is tha-”

“yes, It’s Y/N and if you want her alive you will meet us here. Library. if you choose to object i will kill her.” With that being said he rips the knife out of my leg making me scream before he hangs up.

Theo laughs, “You do realize you are dying either way? You are human, useless. Lydia on the other hand... her gifts are needed.” I swallow harshly. “Why not go ahead now?”

Lydia starts to groan and move. “Lydia! Go.” i yell trying to wake her up. Footsteps approach from the hall and I see Scott and stiles. “Let them go Theo!”

Theo yanks you up and your leg shoots pain. you make eye contact with Stiles before almost slipping on your own blood puddle on the floor. His claws wrapped around your throat. I didn’t even notice that he had a more conscious Lydia on his other side.

“choose.” the room got quiet and I close my eyes. I feel so lightheaded.

“ Fine. ill do it myself.” Everything went in slow motion. Scott and Stiles rush forward. I felt a push on my back, Lydia screams and I hit the floor.

My back started to ache as Stiles drops down to his knees beside me. His mouth is moving but I cant hear anything. I look down at my hands and see blood coating them. Lydia is staring down at me crying and Scott’s.. i can’t see him or theo.

I took it Theo chose. and I was the winner. I felt my eyes get heavier and everything went black.

[justauthoring]

No Reason To (43/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

A/N: next part will be the last part of season 6A! which im very excited for because i cannot wait for stiles and y/n to reunite so i can get back into writing them together lol! nonethless, i hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 06x07 & 06x08

Honestly, you figured Scott should let Malia tear Theo apart.

If anyone deserved it, it was him. Him more than anyone else. After all he’d done, to you, to her, to the rest of the pack... If you had claws, you’d tear him apart yourself.

But of course, Scott, no matter what, isn’t heartless. No matter what anyones done. And before Malia can do any real damage to Theo, him and Liam are rushing forward to pull her back and try to her calm her down. One look at her tells you she’s angry, more angry then you’d thought, not that you blame her. Like at all. Her eyes are blazing bright blue, her claws are still out, and she lets out a growl to even that of Scott.

“Slow down, okay?” Scott orders, voice firm but soft; understanding. Never tearing his gaze away from Malia, he attempts to assure her; “he’s going back in the ground.” 

Good.

“You can’t!” Liam argues almost instantly, voice pitching in panic. It pulls your gaze on him with a blink, for the first time processing that it was Liam who had pulled Theo up from the ground in the first place. It was Liam who brought him back despite everything he’d done.

“And why the hell not?” You cut in, stepping forward from the spot you’d been cowering in. You hadn’t, until this point, had the courage to really make yourself known. Regrettably, Theo still had that kind of power over you. But, at the possibility of Theo not rotting away his life in hell like you’d thought, you couldn’t keep quiet anymore. 

You step past Scott, meeting Liam directly in the eye with a harden look of your own, arms crossed over your chest with a scowl. “He deserves to rot there for eternity,” you spit, anger overcoming the fear and terror you’d felt only moments ago. You even dare to glance Theo’s way, his eyes already on your own as you glare at him.

“He remembers Stiles.”

I remember Stiles.

“Y/N remembers Stiles.” Malia growls, speaking aloud exactly what you’d thought. “Scott remembers Stiles. Lydia and I remember Stiles.”

Inhaling deeply, Liam shakes his head; “the Dread Doctors knew all about the Wild Hunt. He can help us.”

“Or he could kill us.” Scott reminds.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff; “which he’s already tried.”

“Correction,” Theo cuts in, causing your eyes to snap to him sharply. “I only ever tried to kill Scott.”

Scoffing, you spin round to him. “You should be rewarded,” you huff, shaking your head.

“He’s my responsibility,” Liam interrupts before Theo can respond to you. “Noshiko gave me the sword.” he raises said sword, gesturing it to you all.

“It’s so awkward when mom and dad fight,” Theo sighs.

“Shut up.”

You’re not surprised that you, Malia and Scott all yell it at the same time.

“You all are right,” Hayden eases, stepping in beside Liam to defuse the tension. “If Theo tries anything, we’ll send him back to the Skinwalkers. But for right now...--”

“He goes back now,” Scott interrupts, without question.

“Except Liam’s the one with the sword,” Theo reminds.

“Shut up!”

Scott steps back, pulling Liam with him. And you, not wanting to even look at Theo for another second easily follow the two, stepping into the living room. Almost instantly, Liam turns around to face the both of you, expression pleading as he shakes his head; “do you not trust me?”

“I don’t trust him,” Scott corrects, “do you?”

“No,” Liam answers instantly, “but I think we can use him.”

“Remember who he is.” Scott tries to explain, his hands falling out before him, stressed. “He got into your head and you tried to kill me.”

“And when that didn’t work, he did kill you,” you add, meeting Scott’s eyes before quirking a brow over at Liam. “And Tracy, and Josh, and his sister.”

“But this might be our only chance to get Stiles back.”

“Can’t we just try to find somebody that we at least trust?”

Biting your lip, you shake your head. “I think we’re getting close,” you whisper, turning to your brother for affirmation before turning back to Liam. “I really think we are.”

Shuffling on his feet, Liam shakes his head. “This might be a mistake,” he admits, “but you don’t know that yet. And you,” he turns to Scott, “made mistakes when you were learning to be an Alpha.”

Frowning over at Scott, you sigh.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I made a lot. But we don’t have time for mistakes. I... I can’t lose Stiles.”

You blink at the desperation in your brothers voice, your lips parting in shock. You’d known that Scott cared, that he wanted Stiles back just as badly as you (especially when he started to believe you)... but this was the first time he really seemed to want it just as badly as you. To a point where he felt like he was going to go crazy if he didn’t find Stiles. It was exactly how you felt, and honestly, it felt nice to know you weren’t alone.

That you weren’t the only one who couldn’t lose Stiles.

“So we should try anything we can to save him. Right?”

Scott turns to you, his expression reading help. To help give him an answer. He wants you to tell him what to do. But the truth is, you have no idea either, You don’t want Theo back just as much as him, maybe even more. But, even if you felt like you are getting closer to Stiles, there’s no actual guarantee that you are... and Liam was right. There was a possibility Theo is the one that could bring Stiles back -- as ironic as that is.

But he played you all like a fiddle, and you didn’t trust him enough (or at all) to know he wouldn’t again.

Shaking your head, you sigh, your expression reading: I don’t know.

He sighs, and the two of you seem to just share an unspoken conversation. Then, turning to Liam, Scott’s shoulders fall; “convince me.”

-

“You... You understand, right?”

With ease, Scott nods. As if there was no doubt that he did. “Yeah, yeah. Of course I understand.”

You glance back towards the kitchen, eyeing Theo for a moment who simply just stands there, under the close eye of Hayden and Liam. The latter two were working on the final touches of the plan. But you couldn’t really seem to focus on them, “I just..,” and you pause, turning back to Scott as you meet his eyes. You words leave you with a shaky exhale, struggling to find the words. “I can’t be near him. Not yet at least.”

Scott steps towards you, setting his hand on your arm comfortingly. “It’s okay, Y/N. Go do what you have to do.” Then, he smiles, bright eyed. “You were right. You’ve gotten closer to finding Stiles then any of us.”

Biting your lip, you glance down at your feet, shifting slightly, before slowly glancing back up at Scott. “You think?”

And again, without a doubt, he nods. “I know.”

“Okay,” you nod, inhaling deeply with a newfound confidence. You meet your brother’s eyes with certainty, mimicking him and smiling up at him. “You do what you can and I... I’ll do what I can. And... we’ll get him back.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

-

“Yeah, Lyds, i’ll be right there.”

“You sure? I don’t mean--”

“It’s fine,” you assure with a smile, even if Lydia can’t see it. Fixing the sleeve of your shirt, you pause before making your way out the door. “I don’t mind.”

“Okay,” Lydia breathes, and you can almost picture the relief in her eyes. “I’ll see you in a few.”

“See you in a few.”

With that, you pull your phone away from your face, hanging up the call with Lydia before shoving your phone in your back pocket. You glance around your room once more to make sure you’re not forgetting anything, before finally making your way towards your bedroom door, moving to pull it open. But just as your hand is hovering over the doorknob, it suddenly is pushed open from the other side, you having to stumble back to avoid being hit by the edge of your own door.

A gasp of surprise leaves your lips, brows furrowing in confusion before your gaze flickers up to meet Isaac’s familiar blue ones.

“Jesus, Isaac!” You breathe, setting a hand against your chest to calm your suddenly racing heart. “You nearly hit me with the door. Not to mention, scared me half to death.”

Isaac doesn’t really react. All he simply does is invite himself into your room, shutting the door behind him. You watch the action with a blink, stunned and questioning if you’d really just witnessed what you think you did. Turning around only to find Isaac sitting on your bed, you realize, yes. Yes, you had.

“Just invite yourself in then, I guess.”

“Where are you going?”

Your brows furrow, “to Lydia’s.” You explain, before adding with a tilt of your head, “not that it’s any of your business.”

“I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I?”

“No.”

“We never officially broke up.” Isaac reminds and when you think about it, he’s right.

“Well,” you mumble, “it was implied.”

Isaac stands up then, and there’s something about his posture that feels off. You feel your body react almost on instinct, muscles tensing at the look in his eyes. He seems angry, for what you’re not sure, and the way he stalks over to you makes you take a step back, curling into yourself.

And you hate it, cowering like that. You felt like you were far past that point in your life, but looking up at Isaac now and meeting his eyes feels like meeting your father’s eyes. The eyes that you still saw even when you tried to pretend you were stronger and braver then that. And you suddenly feel like a little girl again, defenseless, scared, helpless. Even if you know you shouldn’t. Even if you knew you had the means to hurt Isaac if he ever tried hurting you, you felt scared. Immensely so.

Maybe, part of it, had to do with this instinct, this feeling, that this was so unlike Isaac. That the Isaac you knew and loved, had never, ever treated you like he was and had been. That you knew, deep down, something was wrong. And unbelievably so.

Isaac steps forward, grasping your arm in his own and squeezing similarly to how he had in the library that day. Except, for some reason, you don’t have the strength to force him away like you did last time. “Does this have to do with Stiles?” Isaac asks, voice low, raspy. 

“No,” you lie, swallowing thickly. 

His grip tightens, squeezing painfully.

“N-No, I swear,” you stammer, “it doesn’t.”

What is wrong with you?

What are you doing?

Why are letting him treat you like this?

You are better then this.

Isaac leans forward, his grip easing just a bit but not enough for you to pull his arm away. He uses his other hand to pull you closer, hand falling on your waist and tugging. You fall against him with a gasp, your head instinctively tilting as he moves to press a harsh kiss against your neck. Your lips part as he nips harshly, it pinching slightly as your hand falls over his own in response. 

He finally lets go, hands moving to the hem of your shirt, moving to pull it off.

You pull away instantly, breath halting as you step back. You hesitate on meeting his gaze, unsure, before finally you blink up at him, licking your lips. “I’m... I’m sorry, it’s just... I promised Lydia i’d be there soon and i’m already late, so--”

“Go,” Isaac cuts in with a shrug, “I’ll see you when you’re back.”

You nod, potentially rushing out of your own room a little too quick, practically running down the steps. You don’t stop until you’re in your car, leaning against the steering wheel with heavy breaths, trying to calm your racing heart. You were confused, beyond so and hurt. But mainly, you were disappointed in yourself. Disappointed in the fact that you hadn’t even tried to fight for yourself at all.

But you couldn’t. Not after everything. Not after seeing your father in his eyes, or rather, not after just seeing Isaac and knowing, just by instinct, that you cared for him. Deeply and beyond so. And even if it made absolutely no sense for Isaac to treat you that way, because it felt wrong and weird and unlike anything you’d ever experienced with him before, it was Isaac.

And you loved him.

-

“You know that kid, the dead kid from Canaan?”

Pausing at Lydia’s words, you slowly nod, unsure of what direction she’s taking this conversation in.

“Okay,” Lydia nods, shifting in her seat as she meets your eyes firmly. “His mother conjured him,” she continues as you nod, remembering. “To fill the void she felt after the Wild Hunt passed through Canaan.”

“Okay,” you say slowly, nodding, your eyes narrowing as you try to understand what Lydia’s trying to get at. “And?”

“What if Sheriff Stilinski is filling a void?”

Your eyes light up with realization, instantly understanding her meaning. “With Claudia.”

“Yes!” Lydia exclaims, voice eager at your understanding. She probably thought her reasoning was crazy, but after the things you’ve witnessed, you’d probably be the one person to truly believe her. “I mean, so many things don’t make sense.”

You nod, “she had a fatal disease, but then she’s fine.”

“You said she said her Jeep was stolen twenty years ago,” Lydia clarifies, to which you nod, “but it’s Stiles’.”

Pausing in thought, you think of that wall, that day with Claudia. “You should’ve seen the look on her face when I peeled that wallpaper.” You add, turning to Lydia with wide eyes and a shake of your head. “She was more than angry. I think... I think she was scared. Like she was protecting a secret.”

Lydia’s nods, before pausing, faltering. “What... What if Sheriff Stilinski needs this, though? What if... What if this is his way of coping?”

Shaking your head, you swallow thickly. “What if Claudia being here is preventing him from remembering Stiles?”

“Y/N,” Lydia calls gently, meeting your eyes directly. “If Claudia isn’t real, you don’t want to be the one to tell him.”

“But... who will?”

Lydia sighs, shaking her head.

Then, a thought occurs to you. “Lydia?”

“Yeah?”

“What if Isaac is my void?”

She blinks at that, confused. “You think Isaac’s dead?”

“I don’t think he’s dead,” you shake your head. “No. I just... i’m sure that i’m in love with Stiles. And it feels like... It feels like I have for a long time. And there’s these memories, memories that aren’t clear, but feel so real. Of me... me and Stiles being... together.”

“Okay,” she whispers, “but what about Isaac?”

“Isaac... feels wrong.” You mumble, biting your lip. “I mean, when i’m with him, it feels wrong. Every time I look at him, I feel like it should be Stiles there instead. And... And every time he finds out i’m trying to find Stiles or if I bring him up, he gets... he gets so angry.”

Your eyes fall shut as you think about what had happened before, before you left.

Lydia frowns, “is that why there’s a bruise the size of a hand print on your arm?”

You blink, glancing down at your arm. You hadn’t even realized Isaac had left a mark. Slowly raising your other hand to touch your arm, the tips of your fingers ghost across your skin, frowning. 

“It’s why I was late.” You whisper, avoiding Lydia’s gaze.

“Did he hurt you, Y/N?”

It’s clear Lydia’s concerned. You don’t even have to look at her to know that. But Isaac isn’t the main problem right now, and you don’t want her concerned or telling Scott and having him worry about you.

“No,” you interrupt, “not a lot, at least. It was just a small fight.”

Lydia frowns at you.

“And I was just thinking,” you shrug, “maybe i’m way off.”

“Maybe not,” Lydia assures, smiling softly at you. “It’s not completely unreasonable.”

Nodding slowly, you swallow thickly. “Yeah. I guess.”

-

Walking past Stilinski, your steps are slow as you walk into the room. Your eyes wander around you carefully, eyeing everything you possibly can until you’re completely inside. It’s cold and barren, and it feels wrong for this room to be so empty.

So... lifeless.

One look at Sheriff and you know he agrees.

“You knew about this, didn’t you?”

Swallowing thickly at his words, you nod.

“God,” Stilinski breathes, voice pitching in distress. “It was on the blueprints! It was here when we moved it. I--That was eighteen years ago.”

A burst of cold air rushes past you the second Stilinski finishes speaking. It catches your attention instantly, and it’s almost as if your feet move on their own as you slowly turn, turning around to the wall behind you. Your eyes widen, sniffling when you see a bed. A bed you recognize as Stiles’. A bed you swear you’ve spent nights on before. With him. In his arms...

You take a step forward, and then you catch sight of something out of the corner of your eye. Turning your head to the right, your lips part at the sight of a cork board and clear white board. And as you continue to circle, you lower your eyes and find a table with a single chair. It fits. It feels right. Feels like exactly how Stiles would’ve left it before he was taken. It feels like it’s still there.

“Y/N?”

But then, you blink, and it’s gone.

“What is it?”

You spin around, panicking when it’s all gone. When the rooms empty again.

Lifeless.

“Nothing.”

“I don’t understand how you knew this was here,” Stilinski exclaims, shaking his head. “If you want to discuss the possibility... that I had a son... “ He pauses, and your heart wells with hope again at his words. “I’m listening.”

-

“So, wa-wait a sec. This woman, ‘Lenore’, she conjured up her dead son?”

Biting your lip, you nod. “She was the only one left.” You explain, voice soft, words choked. “Lydia thinks... I believe she had to fill a void. So, she filled it with her son.”

“And you... you saw this kid?” He doubts.

“We all did,” you remind, “he was real. He was there. Right in front of me.” Hesitating a moment, you pause, swallowing thickly. “But...--”

“But what?”

“She was there when everybody was taken. She saw it happen. But she didn’t wanna believe it.” Meeting his eyes, you sigh, “she wanted to believe in her son.”

Eyes narrowing, Stilinski pauses; “what are you trying to say?” And he pauses before speaking, stammering over his words as he gestures behind him at the shut door. “You think Claudia is not real?” He scoffs and you avoid his gaze, inhaling sharply. “You think I made up some phantom wife?”

“You’re afraid to remember him,” you whisper.

“She’s a flesh and blood woman,” Stilinski argues, voice pitching. “She’s real. Everything else here is just... is just speculation. Conjecture. It’s just--it’s a theory based on a...on a ghost town.”

His words echo, drifting in the silence. You’re not sure how to respond, not at all. Because what you said was true, he was afraid to remember him and you didn’t know how to convince him otherwise. You’ve tried time and time again, and it’s always backfired in your face.

Gaze lowering, you blink as something catches your eyes. It’s a chair, placed directly behind Stilinski. On it, is a lacrosse jersey similar to the one your brother has. Only, this one has the number ‘twenty-four’ and the last name ‘Stilinski’.

Lips parting, you step past Stilinski, making your way over to the chair. You feel your eyes water, your hands shake as you reach for the jersey. But yet, a soft, sad smile curls onto your lips at the sight of it, a gasp leaving your lips when you physically are able to touch the jersey. You can actually grab it, feeling the material between your fingers and hold it close.

So that’s what you do; you pull it off the chair and towards yourself. You grip the jersey tightly in your own fingers, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you press your face against it, a tear falling down your cheek as you breathe in. And you swear, you can smell Stiles. Can remember the touch and feel of him when you hold the jersey close.

You spin, turning to Stilinski with hope. However, just by looking at him, you can tell, he doesn’t see the jersey.

And just like that, it disappears. But you can still feel it in your hands. It’s... It’s still there.

“You don’t see anything.”

“I see a deeply disturbed young woman.”

Inhaling sharply, you ignore his words. “You’re afraid to remember him because you’re afraid of what it means.”

Inhaling sharply, Stilinski shakes his head; “why do you care so much if I remember him?”

Sniffling, you whisper; “because you loved him.”

Lowering your hands, you hold the jersey in your right hand, throwing it towards Stilinski. The sound of whipping from the movement echoes in your mind, and you blink as it leaves your hands and Stilinski catches it. Holding it in his own hands as he stares down at it in disbelief.

-

“You’re going to bite Stiles?”

Meeting your eyes, Scott swallows thickly. “To get him through the rift.”

Then, moving, he walks over to the table, where it’s all mapped out. “It’s the only way,” he explains to you, breath halting as he nods, as if to assure himself of the fact.

“Just to clarify,” Peter speaks up, causing you to roll your eyes. It was bad enough you had to deal the with re-occuring existence of Theo, but add Peter to the equation? You were sure you were going to go crazy before you ever managed to get Stiles back. “Are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?”

Though, regrettably, he did have a valid point.

“With Stiles back, he’ll be able to help us figure out a plan.” 

“He’s good at that,” Malia assures, causing you to smile gently.

“So,” Peter continues, your smile fading. “The plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan.”

Malia’s smile falls, and she rolls her eyes, “you can shut up now.”

“Malia,” Peter calls, making his way over to her. “Look around. We’re the only ones left in Beacon Hills. If they take us, Lydia will be the only one left to haunt the place.” 

Turning to Lydia, you sigh, setting your hand over her own in a offer of comfort.

“That’s why i’m the only person that’s going in.” Scott explains, causing you to blink over at him in surprise.

“What, Scott--”

“Liam and Hayden will stay here with Mason,” he cuts in, sending you a sharp look. “As long as somebody is left in Beacon Hills, the Wild Hunt can’t move on.”

“I like your plan, Scott. I really do,” Peter assures mockingly. “Especially the part about turning Stiles. But it can’t work.”

“How do you know?”

“Logic,” he offers, “life experience.” He shrugs, then turns to Liam, as if reaching out for the boy to understand his point. “Liam, what are the odds he’ll get taken? What if Stiles isn’t there? What if there’s no Beacon Hills for you to come back to?”

“You got a better idea?”

“Yeah,” Peter nods, “it’s called ‘run like hell’. So, leave in five?”

Malia steps towards Peter, and you turn to Scott. “I hate to admit it, Scott, but what if he’s right?” You ask, setting your hand over his own to bring his attention on you. Meeting his eyes sharply, you sigh. “I mean, there’s no guarantee any of this will work. And I can’t lose you too.”

“It’ll be fine,” Scott assures softly, taking your hand in his own. “I promise.”

“--I didn’t promise you I’d help commit suicide.”

Scott turns away from you, turning to Peter as you huff, shaking your head. “If you can’t help us,” Scott calls, “we’ll find it ourselves.”

“Scott,” Peter calls, “I admit that you have a flair for beating the odds. But, this? You don’t walk away from.” He shuffles back, moving towards the door. “You run.” And with that, he leaves.

Inhaling sharply, you swallow thickly.

-

“When you were here before, how long until the Ghost Riders showed up?

“A couple minutes.”

Inhaling sharply, you sigh; “that’s reassuring.”

“What’s a rift supposed to look like?” Malia questions, two steps behind Scott.

“If it’s a tear in the fabric of our world,” Lydia starts, “theoretically it could look like anything from a microscopic black hole to a free-floating Einstein-Rosen bridge.”

Tilting your head, you slow to a stop, meeting Lydia’s eyes. “That’s reassuring.”

She simply just shakes her head at you, the four of you forming a circle, before you all seem to just glance upwards. The same idea popping into your heads at the possibility of it being... 

“I really hope it’s not up there.”

Sighing, Scott shakes his head. “Let’s split up.”

You all follow without fault, walking in separate locations. Only problem is, like the others, you don’t really have the slightest clue what you’re looking for. Like, at all. And all you really see around you just trees and bushes and grass and really, just... green.

“Hey!” Scott calls, pulling your attention on him with a blink. “Over there!”

It’s a tunnel. To what you assume leading down, into the sewers.

“Well then,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. “The rift’s not above us...”

“It’s below.”

-

“I can’t see a thing.”

“Phone flashlights aren’t really the best then, I guess.”

Lydia simply just shakes her head at your tease.

“It’s gotta be down here,” Scott cuts, stepping past you to take the lead. “Somewhere.”

Scott and Lydia turn left at a passage way, and you notice Malia moving right. So, instinctively, you move to follow her, only she makes it about a half step before she walks into something invisible which knocks her back harshly. You rush to catch her, wrapping your arms around her whilst trying to keep your own balance so you both don’t go tumbling to the ground.

Turning around to both Lydia and Malia, you huff; “found it!”

Lydia steps forward as Scott helps you pull Malia up to her feet. She stops directly in front of the barrier, pausing for a moment before mumbling; “it’s remarkably similar.”

“To what?”

“To the Einstein-Rosen bridge.”

-

“He followed our scent.”

“I followed your desperation.”

Scott takes a step forward, to which you’re quick to follow, eyeing Mr. Douglas carefully before you.

“We’re all in a tough spot,” he continues after a moment, “desperate to get inside and save everyone and hoping to find a way to stop this army of the dead. We all want the same thing.”

Inhaling deeply, Lydia rolls her eyes. “He has a point.”

“If he doesn’t kill anyone.”

“Else,” Scott corrects, “if he doesn’t kill anyone else.”

Mr. Douglas shakes his head; “all that matters right now is getting through the rift.”

“Then,” you speak up finally, gesturing to the pole in Malia’s hands; she holds it up for you. “You’re out of luck.”

“The rift burns anything that tries to pass through it,” Lydia explains, glare stern.

“Perhaps not everything.”

Your eyes widen when Parrish walks up behind him, transformed into the Hell-Hound. He lets out a sharp growl at the four of her, eyes shining green, fangs out. Inhaling sharply, you turn to the others, shaking your head.

Lydia takes a step forward, “Jordan.”

She tries to reach out to him, but it doesn’t work.

“If the Hell Hound can open the rift,” Mr. Douglas begins. “we all go together.”

“You’re the bad guy,” Malia reminds incredulously, “i’m pretty sure helping you is a bad idea.”

Mr. Douglas rolls his eyes. “Good guy. Bad guy. When has anything ever been so black and white?”

“World War two.”

Blinking at the new voice, you find yourself stunned as Liam comes running beside you all, out of breath. He slows to a stop next to Scott and you, turning to face you both. “He’s a Nazi,” Liam adds, expression reading warning. His words cause you to blink in surprise, turning to face Mr. Douglas in disbelief. “He wants the Hunt for himself. He wants his own supernatural army.”

With that, Mr. Douglas lets out a sigh, letting go of the rolled up whip, and flipping it out in what you assume to be threatening.

“We’re not letting you through that rift.”

“‘Not letting me’?” He repeats, “I see. You still think you have a say in the matter.”

He cracks his whip, and you stumble back as Scott pushes you behind him, to avoid being it as he’s cracked with the whip. You blink as he does, managing to gain your balance as Scott’s eyes shift, glowing red, and he lets out a roar, directed exactly at Mr. Douglas.

Just as Scott lunges forward, Mr. Douglas cracks his whip. In the next second, a hand is wrapping around your wrist and pulling you out of harms way. You blink over at Liam, offering him a small nod of thanks before turning back to the others. You meet Lydia’s eyes, before nodding at her when it’s safe and helping her over to where you are. Malia does it next, falling in front of you three as you all turn to face Scott.

Mr. Douglas continues to crack his whip, flipping it towards Scott but he manages to slip past, running over to where the rest of you are.

However, Mr. Douglas doesn’t relent.

In German, he calls for Parrish, who, regrettably, easily follows his command, letting out a growl as he simply walks past you, moving towards where the rift is. You blink, surprised despite all you’d been told when he simply grips onto the invisible force, pulling it in half... somehow.

“Parrish, stop!” 

Scott is ignored and when he tries to rush forward, Mr. Douglas simply cracks his whip, which gives Parrish the time to open the rift. Completely. As the former steps towards the open rift, Parrish turns to the five of you, letting out a load roar that is clearly directed at the five of you.

But then Mr. Douglas calls something in German, something you clearly don’t understand and Parrish backs off. Moving to follow him into the rift. Once it’s safe, Malia calls out and you all rush forward. But you’re a second too late because the rift already shuts before you can get through.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head.

And then, in the next second, two Ghost Riders are walking through.

-

“Liam, take Y/N and Lydia to the bunker!”

“What!” You exclaim, eyes widening in disbelief at Scott’s words. “No, I can--”

Liam doesn’t let you finish. He wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you back with Lydia and him, the former helping guide you back as well. You try to fight them, but as you glance back, managing just a quick glance at Scott, you know he’s just trying to protect you. You and Lydia and Liam of course, as well. 

And honestly, you don’t know if you can help. Or if you’d just get yourself killed, or worse, taken.

Liam keeps pulling you until the three of you fall against a wall, stumbling over because of how fast you’d been running. You chance a glance back the way you came, relieved that it didn’t seem like any of the Ghost Riders had managed to follow the three of you.

“That roar wasn’t promising.”

“Well,” you speak up, swallowing thickly. “They rarely are.”

Lydia nods, “keep going. Keep going.”

However the three of you only make it a few more steps before you come to a halting step at the sight of a Ghost Rider, directly in front of you. Instantly, you step in front of Lydia and Liam, pushing them behind you as you hold your arms up next to you. You swallow thickly in fear when the Ghost Rider raises it’s gun, pointing it directly at your head.

Yet, he never shoots. He cocks his gun before pulling it back.

“What’s happening?” Liam whispers, panicked.

“I don’t know,” Lydia calls, shaking her head.

“Just stay behind me,” you warn, glancing back at the two of them quickly, nodding at them. “Follow me.” You take a step forward then, slow, making sure to keep both Liam and Lydia tucked behind you as you try to keep as much distance from you and the Ghost Rider as possible.

It just watches you all, never doing anything. It feels like it’s eyes never leave your own.

Then, at the opposite end of the hallway, you stop.

“It’s afraid of you,” Liam breathes, “one of you... Both-Both of you.”

Turning to meet Lydia’s gaze, you swallow thickly.

You seem to share the same look. A passage of understanding. Even if both of you don’t truly understand.

-

Your eyes fall shut as the call reaches the dial tone once more. Your head falling to your hands as the automated computed messages speaks again. It’s driving you crazy.

It makes you feel like you’re going crazy.

But Scott won’t stop trying to call mom. He hasn’t stopped for a while now. And you couldn’t handle it anymore. Not anymore. You couldn’t handle any of this. You were done with it all. 

Your mom... your mom had been taken.

“Stop calling her!” You burst out, shocking everyone, including Scott as he moves to call Melissa one more time. Your eyes snap to his from the other end of the table, eyes sharp as everyone turns to look at you in surprise. You’re normally the calm one. The composed one. But right now, it felt as if you might explode, especially if you had to listen to your mother’s cell go to the dial tone one more time.

“She’s not going to answer,” you add, voice sharp and loud as you meet Scott in the eye directly, shaking your head. “She’s gone.”

And Scott just stares back at you, eyes watery, lips left parted, not sure what to say or do. He’s defeated. Just like you.

Malia steps forward then, steps slow and careful, eyes soft. “She’s gone,” she nods at you, taking a seat next to Scott, “but she’s still alive.”

Biting your lip, you force back the tears that threaten to fall, glancing down at your hands.

Liam hesitates a moment before speaking, and you know his gaze is on you. “What do we do now?”

“We hide from them,” Malia starts, shaking her head.

“What about Lydia?” Liam reminds, standing up. “The Ghost Rider was afraid of her.” You watch him walk past you, over to her, before he takes a seat next to you, meeting your eyes. “And you, Y/N. He was afraid of you too.”

You just shake your head.

“It wasn’t fear,” Lydia explains, taking a seat at the table as well. Directly in front of you. “It was... almost like reverence.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Scott says simply. “The rift is gone. We’re the only ones left in Beacon Hills.”

There’s a knock on your door. Your eyes flicker up, watching as Stilinski slowly steps in, eyeing all of you carefully before moving to stand in front of you. He inhales sharply, and something about the look in his eyes, and the look he sends you specifically, catches your attention. Causes you to step up, focus completely on him.

“I have a son.”

Lips parting, you blink.

“His name is Mieczysław Stilinski. But we call him Stiles... I remember.”

Blinking, you swallow thickly, eyes lowering to your hands. 

“When Stiles was a kid, he couldn’t say his first name. Not sure why. It pretty much rolls off the tip of the tongue. But, uh... the closest he could get was ‘mischief’. His mother called him that until...” He pauses then, and you understand why.

“I remember when, uh... when Stiles first got his Jeep.” He gestures to you, meeting your eyes as you smile lightly, nodding. “It belonged to his mother. She wanted him to have it. The first time when he took a spin behind the wheel, he-he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day.” Letting out a light chuckle, you nod. “He was always getting into trouble. But he always had a good heart. Always.

“We’re here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body.”

You turn to look at Scott, noticing the tears in his eyes as he shakes his head at Stilinski. “How did you remember?”

He takes a step forward, “it started with Stiles’ jersey,” he glances over at you and you nod. “Then I found the red string for his crime board. Finally, his whole room came back and all the memories.” He pauses, solemn, and your brows furrow when he focuses in on you. “And Y/N?”

Sitting forward, you nod; “yeah?”

He reaches into his back pocket, pulling something out. Your eyes narrow in confusion when he pulls out a box, flipping the lid open before pulling out a necklace. A small, simple silver chained necklace with a small Lily flower pendant. You blink as Stilinski offers it to you, taking it gently and slowly in your hands. You glance down at it, your eyes watering, before glancing back up at Stilinski in question.

“It was meant for you,” he explains softly, “I think Stiles was going to give it to you before...”

Lips parting, you glance back down at the necklace, sniffling lightly.

“After I found that,” Stilinski continues. “The strangest thing happened.”

“What?”

“I swear I saw him. It’s like... something opened, right there in the middle of the room. Just for a moment. And then it was gone.”

Turning to Scott, it’s clear you know what he’s thinking.

“A rift.”

Malia shakes her head; “I thought there was only one rift. We saw it disappear.”

“You remembered Stiles,” Scott explains, gesturing over to Noah. “And then a new rift was created.”

“If the Sheriff can do it--”

“Maybe we can,” you finish, nodding over at Lydia.

“But that rift closed,” Liam reminds, shaking his head.

“Then we’ll open it again.”

“How?”

Scott leans forward, hope flooding his gaze. “By remembering Stiles. We have to remember everything.”

-

Part 44?

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Two Betas and the Beneficial Friendships Part 3

Prompt: The reader is in not only one screwing one beta but two. Neither of the boys know, but a recent threat exposes her, what will the boys do? (WOW) (it gets juicier guys)

Pairings: Theo Raeken x Reader, Isaac Lahey x Reader  

Part 1 - Part 2

Third Person POV

She gulped, her eyes closing as she saw Isaac being thrown across the concrete. She couldn’t do anything, the werewolf’s claws already piercing the skin on her neck. Her eyes moved everywhere, she had to have something, anything to help. She’d find herself in this position one too many times, she hated feeling useless, she was the only human in the pack after all. Granted Stiles was human too but he changed after the Nogitsune, he was stronger now, not weak like her. She soon found herself on the floor, the werewolf who had been holding her now lying next to her. “Big mistake.” She knew that voice, Theo. He dug his claws into the werewolf who had made her neck bleed, then, they started brawling. “Go (y/n).” Theo rushed out as he struggled to fight back. “Go!” He yelled causing her to scramble up to her feet, her eyes flicking to Isaac who’d already been fighting the green eyes creature. She couldn’t leave them here, she wouldn’t, she loved them too much to leave again. She gulped before her eyes scrambled to find anything she could use as a weapon. It took her ten seconds to find a metal rod and five seconds to scoop it up into her hands. She moved to the wolf who had dug his claws into her neck, screaming she swung the rod to his head, blood splattering all over Theo’s face who had been under him. The werewolf fell to the side as Theo stood abruptly, his arms going around (y/n) and pushing her behind him as another wolf came to attack. Her eyes landed on Isaac who struggled to stand and that’s when she saw the grin of the green-eyed werewolf as he lifted his claws ready to end Isaac, her Isaac. She saw red, clenching her jaw she moved towards him, Theo not being able to stop her. She swung the rod hitting the werewolf in the head making him stumble enough for her to swing once more. She screamed as she continued her assault, swinging five more times before the rod was stopped by the werewolf's hand, his grin scaring the shit out of her. She was pulled back by an arm around her waist, no doubt it was Isaac. He pushed her behind him and almost instantly Theo pressed his back against hers. She didn’t get to think too much into the fact that she was in a Theo-Isaac sandwich before she heard a dark laugh.

“I wasn’t planning on killing you so early.” His green eyes had shifted to their normal brown ones just for a moment before they retreated making her clutch her hand on Isaac’s shirt. “But now, I think I'll have a little bit of fun before Scott gets here.” His claws extended, a tail growing from the bottom of his back, she gasped as he transformed into something she’d never seen before. 

“If you think we’re going to let you touch her you’ve clearly lost your mind.” Theo spat, blood dripping from his nose, he’d heal, he wasn’t worried about that. 

“Oh, the contrary. I knew you two would show up, well before Scott.” His voice laced in venom. “Can’t let the girl you love suffer even if you’re raging after finding out she was whoring herself around to the two of you.” Isaac growled causing her to shove her face into his back. “That’s why I called back up.” His grin made Theo’s skin crawl as he made a sound, dozens of werewolves stepping in from the darkness of the woods. Theo’s hand reached behind him and (y/n) knew exactly what he wanted. She took his hand, sometimes Theo had to be reminded that even before he was evil, he was also human and her touch alone would bring him to his knees at her mercy if she’d ask him. Isaac did the same, latching onto her other hand. 

“We’re not going to let them get you.” Theo spoke as his back pressed just a little tighter against hers. Her chest now pressed fully onto Isaac who nodded in agreement. Theo cleared his throat and looked straight to the creature, his claws extending and his fangs reappearing as his eyes shined yellow. “And that’s why I did too.” Theo growled and in seconds Scott appeared followed by Stiles, Malia, Liam and Lydia. The creature laughed. 

“As if you seven can take all of us.” His laughing eased, there was a moment of silence before Isaac’s laugh erupted. 

“Oh, we’re not alone.” He growled out and only then did (y/n) look towards Scott. Derek emerged, Jackson in tow giving her a slight wink. Chris and Noah stood beside Stiles, guns raised and ready to fire. Dozens of other werewolves stepping beside and behind the pack, her pack, even Peter had shown up. “Don’t look so confident now do you.” Isaac smiled, his grip on (y/n)’s hand not letting up. 

“Despite your beliefs. We knew you’d have some kind of army and the moment we knew you’d taken her we knew we had to do the same.” Theo smiled and almost in sync he and Isaac moved (y/n) backwards towards the pack. 

“Get out of beacon hills and never come back, we don’t take second chances very well.” Scott growled out. The creature hesitated, but he knew he’d never get what he wanted, not like this. He disappeared, his pack of wolfs along with him. “Are you okay?” Scott’s eyes shifted towards her neck that dipped small drops of blood from the wolf claws that were not indented into her skin. 

“I’m okay.” (Y/N) nodded, her eyes shifting down to her feet. She wasn’t though, despite that she was able to get out of that with just four small holes in her neck, she was weak in mind, she knows she’d have sleepless nights after this. Then there was the other issue that included the two boys she was currently holding hands with. 

“Come on, let’s get you home.” Theo’s voice spoke when Scott looked at both of the betas hands in (y/n)’s. 

“How about we go back to my place, we have somethings we need to talk about, we’ll get Lydia and Stiles to say with you tonight.” Scott sighed and looked at Isaac who shook his head. 

“No offense but this doesn’t concern you, we’re taking her home and we’re talking about this.” Isaac’s fingers moved from Theo to (y/n) to himself. “This isn’t a pack matter, not anymore, regardless the last thing she needs is to talk, not that you’ve noticed but she’s not exactly okay with being kidnapped and being held captive. She’s not one of us Scott, she’s human and she had a disadvantage today.” (Y/N) closed her eyes reminded herself to take deep breaths, despite wanting Isaac to be a fuck buddy he had gotten to know her well, too well that her heart danced when he noticed she wasn’t fine. No doubt Theo already knew as his thumb stroked her knuckles. They knew her better than she thought which was only going to make breaking their hearts even harder, she didn’t want to choose between the two, she couldn’t. They both had a piece of her that was missing and even now standing in front of the pack she’d thought was her saving grace, her heart ached for the two betas. 

“Come on princess.” Theo’s voice was the only thing she needed to hear before she felt him walk away. She moved with him as Isaac moved behind her, her hands still in each of the boys. The walk was long, too long as they managed to walk back to Scott’s house, Theo’s blue truck on the driveway. Theo opened the back-door motioning for her to get in which she did, Isaac climbing in next to her as Theo slipped into the driver’s seat. He took off towards her apartment, silence filled the truck, not even the radio was on. She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her body into Isaac’s chest. He engulfed her into his arms before he placed a sweet kiss on her forehead. Theo looked at her through the rear-view mirror, he’d do anything for her, there was no doubt about it, he had fallen deeply for her without even noticing. He pulled up to her apartment complex before they all exited his truck, (y/n) was thankful she lived in the first floor, climbing steps right now wouldn’t be ideal for her. Theo had grabbed her keys from Scott’s table well before the encounter so he was the one who unlocked her door before he walked in, (y/n) and Isaac following him in. 

“I’ll make you some tea.” Isaac whispered before he moved to the small kitchen, the feeling of his body away made her frown but it was quickly gone when Theo’s hand grabbed hers. 

“Come on, let’s get you to shower before we patch you up, yeah?” (Y/N) looked at Theo, his outer shell had finally fallen, he was no longer the cocky asshole she first met, no, this Theo was reserved for her and only her, he was real with her, he was vulnerable with her. Theo turned on the shower, making sure it was at the least scolding hot, they’d shared their fair share of showers for him to know her desired temperature, it eased her muscles, he knew that. “I’ll be in the living room if you need anything, okay?” His eyes met hers before she nodded and before he could leave, she grabbed his wrist. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered and he shook his head giving her a small smile, it was a sad one, of course it was. 

“Don’t apologize, shower princess, we’ll talk about this when the time is right.” With that he left her to shower, only she didn’t just shower, she cried, even though she knew they’d hear her, she was tired of it all. The fighting, the hiding. She didn’t know how long she was in the shower, but it was long enough that the water was now freezing cold. She shivered and quickly got out, a towel and her pajamas on the countertop, no doubt Theo had placed them there. She dressed quickly before moving into the living room where she found Theo and Isaac laughing at a conversation they had managed to keep, it seemed surreal to see them talking to each other, let alone laughing with one another. She let out a small sigh when she realized this was not going to last long, they were both the same type of person, jealous and possessive. Their eyes snapped to her and Isaac extended his hand.

“Come here sweetheart.” He smiled at her; she’d only seen him smile like that when they were alone. She moved towards Isaac, sitting next to him on her couch. He handed her a cup of tea that she gladly accepted before she took a sip of it, instantly relaxing. 

“Now let’s see how bad those claw marks are, yeah?” Theo spoke as he moved to sit on the other side of her. His hands were on her neck instantly and she tilted her head for him. “Should have killed the fucker when I had the chance.” Theo growled as his fingers brushed the small holes. 

“Yeah, we should’ve killed the freak too but you know Scott.” Isaac sipped on his own cup of tea before looking down at (y/n)’s neck. “They’re not too bad.” Isaac patted her back lightly. “You’ll live sweetheart.” Isaac gave her a smile before his hand rested on her knee. “She totally saved your ass back there by the way,” He looked at Theo who chuckled and shook his head. 

“You’re one to talk, she saved your ass too.” Theo sighed and placed his hand on hers. “Which was by far the stupidest shit you’ve ever done by the way; a metal rod isn’t going to stop a werewolf.” His voice was stern but only because he was scared, he’d lose her there.

“Well it stopped them enough.” She backfired before sipping her tea again. “Plus, you guys needed help, I helped, a simple thank you would be nice.” Truth was, she was terrified, she’d never acted on impulse like that, she’d always have a plan. 

“My apologies princess.” Theo smiled before kissing her forehead. “Thank you, for saving my ass.” She giggled and shook her head, despite the shit they’d just gone through, what they still needed to sort out, he was still making her smile, it been hell for both of them apart from each other. “I missed that.” Theo whispered engulfing her into his arms and placing her onto his lap. 

“Yeah, no, hands off lover boy.” Isaac growled and Theo rolled his eyes not complying with his wishes. 

“I didn’t say shit to you when you were all over her in the backseat of my truck, chill the fuck out dude.” Isaac flashed his yellow eyes at Theo. 

“That was out of comfort, asshole.” Isaac hissed out.

“Enough, please.” (y/n) sighed, her hand cupped Isaac’s face and his eyes met hers. “Relax.” Which he did, his eyes fading into his original crystal blue. “Are we going to talk about it?” She spoke as she pushed off of Theo’s lap standing in between them. 

“What’s there to talk about? You were fucking the both of us and now you have to choose right?” Isaac spoke a bit harsh but that’s what Isaac does when he’s mad, he lashes out. 

“I can’t choose, I won’t.” She took a step back and her eyes switched from Isaac to Theo. “I understand that it might sound completely stupid but I love you both and I completely understand that I have to leave you both alone after this. I’d rather be alone then not have one of you, and call me selfish but that’s how I’m handling this.” She turned her back on them before they looked at each other. 

“Do we not get a say in what we want?” Theo spoke as he stood from the couch. “Look I just think we should call it a night, we’ll discuss this another time, preferably when we haven’t just got out of something serious.” 

“If not now then when Theo? The faster we all come to terms with my decision the faster we all get to heal. Isn’t that what you guys want?” She turned to face them, Isaac stood next to Theo who was slightly shorter than Isaac.

“What we want is you, and with your proclaimed love for the both of us you’ll be surprised to find out we both feel the same about you. I mean haven’t you noticed we’d walk through hell and back for you sweetheart.” Issac Lahey never was a person that was good with words, but he was never a good with his emotions either. 

“That doesn’t answer my question, it’s not like we can all three ride into the sunset.” She scoffed and they chuckled.  

“And why can’t we?” Theo crossed his arms over his chest. 

“You’re not serious are you?” They both stood in front of her, silent for her to continue. “Fine, fuck. For starters you two hate the living shit out of each other.” They could never last more than a couple minutes together.

“I don’t know about that, I think we’re doing pretty good, aren’t we?” Isaac looked over at Theo who nodded.

“Oh for sure, I mean we haven’t killed each other.” Theo smirked as his eyes landed on hers. 

“What exactly are you guys implying?” Her head was scrambling, she was tired, maybe Theo was right, this conversation should have waited for another time.

 “Oh you know what we’re implying sweetheart, I’d hate for you to slip out of my hands before I could show you how truly happy you’ve made me these couple of months.” He took a step forward and she didn’t move. Her feet were frozen in place. 

“When the hell did you two even talk about this? This is ridiculous.” She scoffed once more.

“Trust me we had our fight as soon as we left that hospital.” Theo took the same step forward. “But we also talked.” She snapped her eyes between the two. “Crazy I know, we find out the girl we’ve been sleeping with has been sleeping with another guy and the second thing we do is tell each other how we’re not letting you go.” His hand touched her right arm pulling her closer to the both betas.  

“You get that right?” Isaac mirrored Theo’s hand on her left arm. “We’re not letting you go.” She inhaled a deep breath, her eyes looking at the two, their eyes held possession. 

“You get us both if you’ll still have us princess.” Theo’s voice was low but it was enough for her to release the breath she has been holding.  

[voidstilesplease]

in another life

part one

"We have a bit of a situation," is what greets him when Stiles takes the call. Mason sounds winded on the other side. "Are you almost in town?"

His eyebrows shot up, "I'm perfectly well driving in the snow, Mason. Thank you for asking."

"Stiles,"

He rolls his eyes, "Thirty minutes tops. You guys are making me feel warm, huh." Stiles disconnects the call and almost regrets his decision to come home early for Christmas, but it's too late to turn back now.

~•~

He parks outside of Scott's house - the official pack headquarters even if Scott himself has not returned from college yet. He promises to arrive in four days while Lydia has scheduled a flight for next week. Malia is stuck with papers and can't fly until the 23rd. For now, Stiles is responsible for the pack until Scott returns - he resents that. He should've gone home first and changed into comfortable clothes, but Liam has rung him up, frantic, two more times after Mason's call. They won't tell what the problem is. Stiles figures if it were a life-and-death thing, they wouldn't delay information. They are vying for the drama is what's going on.

Melissa opens the front door and beams when she sees him. She opens her arms wide for a hug, "Hey! Looking good, Stiles. FBI been taking care of you?"

Before he can reply, Liam appears from behind Melissa. "Stiles!" his face looks so harried, splotches of red appearing. "Sorry to interrupt, but you really have to see this."

Liam hurries back without checking if Stiles follows, but he scrambles after him with an apologetic smile to Melissa. The beta leads him upstairs to Scott's old room. From the hallway, Stiles can already hear two voices talking, sifting out of the open door.

"Look-"

"No, you look. I don't know why you guys took me here or why you seem so wary about me. But, Jesus Christ, for the hundredth time, I don't know you."

Stiles frowns, confused. One of the voices belong to Mason, the other-

He stops short by the doorframe, startled at the unexpected sight of Theo Raeken sitting by the foot of Scott's bed. 

They haven't seen the guy since Gerard's plan to start a war between the supernaturals in Beacon Hills and the residents -and the subsequent flop. He left town less than a month after Tamora Monroe and her hunter lackey's escaped. They haven't heard from him since, and that had been two years ago.

Theo looks almost the same when Stiles last saw him. His hair is long, fringe falling to his eyes, and he has the same stocky build. His face scrunches in annoyance and impatience, and that's also not new. The only difference probably is his five o'clock shadow, reminding Stiles that he has also grown since then. He has always been clean-shaven.

Theo catches sight of Stiles by the doorway and his expression shifts to that of relief. "Oh, thank god, Stiles." He gets to his feet and crosses their small distance in two strides. Without preamble, Theo takes Stiles into his arms, clutching him firmly, as he buries his face in Stiles's neck.

Stiles is too stunned to push him away -and he should because there could be a dagger poised to pierce his guts any second now- but even Liam and Mason freeze in their spots. Liam snaps from his daze, and his eyes begin to glow yellow in a warning. Theo leans back and takes Stiles's face between his hands, ignoring the low growl coming from Liam. What's even more baffling is that he smiles. Theo Raeken smiles - not smirks, or frowns, or grimaces, but smiles. "You're here."

Mason finds his voice, "Wait. I thought you had amnesia and didn't know any of us?"

Liam retracts his claws and fangs when Theo turns back to them, seemingly unarmed. The beta scoffs, watching the way the chimera presses himself close to Stiles. For his part, Stiles is still recovering from the onslaught of uncharacteristic behavior from Theo and his blatant cluelessness of what's going on. It looks like the snow has given Stiles brain freeze from the long drive because he's only gawking instead of asking questions. The FBI should not hear about this. 

"Of course, he forgets all of us, but not Stiles," Liam crosses his arms, a little bit of condescension dripping in his tone. "The ghost riders took him and basically erased him from existence, and Theo still remembered him, anyway."

Theo looks lost, trying to follow Liam's words, "Why wouldn't I remember Stiles?"

"Hm," Liam curls his lips. "Those were even your exact words before."

"Okay," Stiles says, having enough of this. He steps away from Theo, raising both his hands in a gesture of stop. He fixes his gaze between Liam and Mason. "What is going on?"

"I've been trying to ask the same thing," Theo interjects, scowling at Mason and Liam. "But they hardly speak to me and refuse to let me go."

Liam exhales, sounding exasperated. "He woke up in the hospital," he starts, ignoring Theo. "making a scene, insisting he shouldn't be in California, and that he was just in New York seconds ago."

"Liam's dad recognized him," Mason offers. "So he told Melissa who called us. Then, we collected Theo and brought him here."

Liam shakes his head, eyes on Theo. "But he keeps saying he doesn't know us, or even Scott."

"I don't," Theo steps forward again and tugs at Stiles's clothed arm. "Let's just leave, babe-"

Stiles promptly plants his feet to the floor and halts Theo, blinking rapidly. "Wait, wait, wait," he withdraws his arms and puts his hands in between them to establish distance. Theo has been evading Stiles's personal space like friends would, but Stiles draws the line at endearments. They're not friends, and he isn't a babe. "What did you call me?"

Theo frowns at him, a hurt look crossing his features. "Babe," he answers like it's not a questionable thing at all. "I called you babe."

"Wow," Liam scoffs, blinking in disbelief. "Not only are you amnesiac. You've also apparently gone mad."

Theo turns to Liam, getting a more violent shade of red in the face. He would've stepped towards him in a challenge had Stiles not intercepted him with a hand to his chest. Stiles is surprised that Theo even concedes. There's only a slight force in his touch that a chimera with superstrength like Theo can strike with no problem.

"I'll tell you what's crazy," Theo grounds his teeth, nose flaring at Liam. "I don't know what the fuck is going on or who the hell you two are. I don't know how I'm here. Some kind of-" he delays, struggling, and then spits out, "magic plucked me from New York, and put me on the other side of the goddamn State. I thought I was dreaming, but the nurses keep claiming to sedate me." his hands gesture back and forth at the two. "Then you strangers keep coming at me, saying my name like we knew each other, telling me I live in a car - I don't, okay? I have a fucking apartment in Manhattan. I live with my boyfriend, and Stiles and I were having a stupid snow fight when I lost consciousness and woke up in that damn hospital. That's what crazy is!"

Silence follows Theo's outburst. Stiles can feel Liam and Mason's eyes -and even Melissa's from where she's standing outside the room- on him. He only gapes at Theo's flushed face and heaving chest.

"Did you just call me your boyfriend?"

Theo transfers his eyes on him, looking gutted. "Of course, I did." His expression quickly morphs to worry, "Has something happened to you, too?" then his face falls in dread when he asks, realizing the situation. "You don't remember me?"

It sounds like Theo’s remembering the wrong things, but Stiles's only response is to stare. What's happening is too bizarre for his exhausted mind to process. He's glad that there's no maiming involved with this little reunion with an old nemesis, but he doesn't know what to do with all the touching and intent looking and the sudden selective amnesia.

Theo looks crestfallen for an awkward while before his face lights up again. "We have to call Tara. She-"

"Tara?" Stiles echoes loudly, rearing back and cutting him off in shock. "Your sister?"

He beams, nodding his head. "Good. You remember her. That's progress, I think."

Stiles blurts out before he can think to stop himself, "You think she's alive?"

Theo pauses. His smile slowly flattens out, until he frowns, eyes reflecting a little bit of alarm at the crass question. "Why wouldn't she be?"

And yeah, Stiles doesn't have enough brain cells to start explaining that.

Theo's confusion has to straighten out as soon as possible.

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title from: The One That Got Away by Katy Perry