#stuck as a wolf!Theo

[hemlocksandfoxgloves]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt Characters: Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Mason Hewitt, Stiles Stilinski, Corey Bryant (Teen Wolf), Alec (Teen Wolf), Lorilee Rohr, Brett Talbot, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar's Mother, Dr. Geyer (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Wolf!Theo, dog!Theo, Liam Dunbar's Pack | Puppy Pack (Teen Wolf), Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, puppy pack shenanigans, The domestification of Theo Raeken, Corey is not a fan of Theo, Trophy wife? more like trophy dog Theo Raeken, Protective Theo Raeken, War Dog to Lap Dog Pipeline, Traumatized Theo Raeken, Theo being Liam's emotional support dog, Angst, Stiles is unhinged and anti-Theo, Texting, Liam is emotional but he still deserves care Summary: When Theo comes back from hell, the reality of it becomes too much and he does the only thing he couldn't do in there: shift. Four months after the chimera escaped the jail cell the pack placed him in, he appears in Liam’s backyard… except he’s in wolf form and starving. Liam decides that if Theo is his responsibility then he must help him figure out why the chimera can’t shift back to human. Maybe the puppy pack would take him more seriously if he stopped rambling about Theo for one fucking minute. Or if Theo stopped being a lap dog on main.

more fanart by @aristarr for this fic here

cover for the genius that is @fruchtfliege 🫶🫶

[th30ra3k3n]

i will never not laugh at the fact that the older members of the mccall pack created a whole dating vortex within themselves.

[fruchtfliege]

UM... HE'S A RESCUE (98K) 🐺💙

synopsis: When Theo comes back from hell, the reality of it becomes too much and he does the only thing he couldn't do in there: shift. Three months after the chimera escaped the jail cell the pack placed him in, he appears in Liam’s backyard… except he’s in wolf form and starving.

Liam decides that if Theo is his responsibility then he must help him figure out why he can’t shift back to human. Maybe the puppy pack would take him more seriously if he stopped rambling about Theo for one fucking minute. Or if Theo stopped being a lap dog on main.

tags: Thiam. Wolf!Theo. Hurt/Comfort. Puppy Pack Shenanigans. The domestication of Theo Raeken. Corey is not a fan of Theo. Trophy wife, more like trophy dog Theo Raeken. War Dog to Lap Dog Pipeline. Malia “Me and My two brain cells don’t care about you” Tate-Hale, my beloved. Lori and Brett are alive. Alec is there. Morey. Stiles is anti-Theo. Traumatized Theo. Theo being Liam’s Emotional Support Dog. Texting.

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[hibiscussoupbowl]

[outcastpack]

P2 of my last one with the apartment leak

[hunting-for-sport]

rip isaac lahey you would've fucking hated theo raeken

[theodorejamisonseville]

“I’m still a werewolf sometimes, or a wolfmunk. But I’m a nice werewolf kinda like Clawd and Clawdeen from Monster High.”

“My werewolf self is a kind and caring guy still. He just has a fierce side and some issues controlling his anger. He also gets grumpier easily when stuff goes wrong.”

“He acts like me when I get hangry, basically.”

[piease-iove-me]

absolutely head over heels with those characters new to the whole 'living on earth/being somewhat functioning among humans' and being moderately attached to one(1) piece of media

[apricusapollo]

yes yes @opheliathiams

I'd also like to add my own personal experience and say that once I threw shoes at the door because my mom didn't take me with her when she was taking my sister to the kindergarten and I cried SO HARD that my dad genuinely didn't know what to do to get me to stop,,, and I wholeheartedly believe that's the typa shit theo would do

theo's little offended "is everyone completely shocked that I might be right?" proves that he's literally sooo youngest sibling

[hp-hcs]

he’s my girl — golden retriever! theo nott x genderfluid! reader

requested by 🦕!

it’s 2am let me be delulu and imagine theo as a golden retriever white boy k tysm

very short and very unedited bc i’m very sleepy xx

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“Who in Merlin’s name are you?”

You frowned, your fingers pausing halfway through their task of buckling your bookbag. “What’s your deal, babe?”

Theo blinked. “…Y/n?”

“In the flesh,” you said dryly, turning back around to your Transfiguration class’ desk and gathering up the last of your things.

Theo just stared.

“Y/n?”

“What, Theodore?”

He blinked again. “Why are you— why are you wearing a skirt?”

“Because it’s part of the uniform, Theodore.”

The poor boy looked so confused, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly. “I— uh— okay. You look pretty.”

“Thank you, darling.”

~~~

“Are you still my boyfriend?”

You stiffened as he approached your table in the library and sat down across from you, immediately jumping on the defensive. “Are you already breaking up with me? We’ve barely been together two days, Nott.”

“What? No! No— just—” Theo floundered, desperately trying to not come off as a grade-A douchebag. “Uh— just— are you my boyfriend? Or my girlfriend?”

You paused. “What, like— right now?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged awkwardly.

“Girlfriend.”

“Okay. Do you wanna go get lunch now?”

~~~

“…and my girlfriend, Y/n—”

“Boyfriend.”

“Wh— uh. Yeah. Uh. Boyfriend. Right. Anyways. So. My boyfriend, Y/n—”

~~~

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. You were stuck in detention with Theo, writing lines, when you’d been struck by sudden and aggressive gender dysphoria.

You normally would’ve just Transfigured your uniform skirt into a pair of trousers, but McGonagall had confiscated your wand before you started your detention.

After a solid minute, Theo couldn’t help but notice your continued squirming. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“Dysphoria,” you grumbled, wiping your lip gloss-covered lips on the back of your hand to remove the faint glittery substance.

Despite your patient attempt earlier in the day to explain the concept of gender fluidity to him, Theo still didn’t quite grasp it. But he was doing his best.

“Ah. Is it—” He hesitated. “Is it the…skirt?”

“Yeah,” you muttered. “But I don’t have my wand to Transfigure it.”

Theo pondered on how to help you. Surely there was something he could do, right?

~~~

A wolf whistle pierced through the air.

“Lookin’ good, Nott!”

Theo did a little twirl as his friends all cheered and clapped, baffled by the sight of their friend showing up to dinner in the Great Hall, fresh out of detention, in a skirt.

You followed into the Great Hall after him, a small smile on your face, wearing his uniform trousers on your body.

[rotthepoet]

Theodore Nott and The Late Night Smoke Breaks

or, The time Theodore Nott realized he fucked up.

Theodore Nott x gn!Reader

Content: Modern AU, Language, No use of Y/N, drug use/smoking in order to cope(Nicotine/Weed), angstish to fluffish, Theo has daddy issues, a jealous Theo is a sad Theo, they make up in the end. Not my best work by a long shot, and I hate it actually, but stories are stories and I want to put mine out there.

The breeze high above Hogwarts was cold and Theodore Nott, a seventh year nicotine fiend draped in green to honor his prideful house, sat on the balcony of the astronomy tower. The castle stone pressed against his back, digging past the thick sweater he wore and into his shoulder blades. Theo didn’t bother to adjust himself, just opting to fumble with the joint between his fingers. His third of the night to be precise, but no amount of smoke in his lungs and fog in his mind could undo what he had done mere hours ago.

A simple question. That’s all it had to be. That was all it was supposed to be. Just a quick question to quell the burning anxiety in his stomach. Just a friendly question. Of course that wasn’t how it played out. He was never quite able to communicate with you.

Theodore’s fingers itched towards his phone, and he cursed under his breath. A glimpse of twelve new messages did nothing to ease the licking flames of guilt burning in his chest. He had really fucked up this time.

Perhaps he was higher than he had initially thought as he picked up his phone, allowing muscle memory to unlock the screen and let him view his missed messages. Although, missed isn’t the right word. ‘Avoided’ might be more fitting in Theo’s circumstance. Long paragraphs blurred together, simple phrases like “wtf is wrong with you?” and “you do this every time Theodore!” Stuck to his mind like flies in a glue trap; or maybe a rabbit in the jaw of a wolf. You were the wolf, weren’t you? Or had he been the predator the whole time?

He had his father’s tongue, this fact was quite familiar to Theo, who spat vile words and insults in fits of rage before he could fully process what he was saying. It often led to physical altercations, bloody knuckles and bruised eyes. He hated the way you looked at him afterwards. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Disappointed.

He sent the text without even thinking, the burning anxiety twisting in his stomach. “K” was all he sent. All he could manage. He shut his eyes, cursing himself aloud. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t just avoid you. It hurt.

One missed call. Two, then three.

One new voicemail.

Curiosity- more-so an intense desire to hear your voice- clawed at his mind, and with a simple press of his fingers he closed his eyes and listened to your words. Angry or not, he missed the way you talked. He missed you.

“You can’t keep doing this, Theo!”

Guilt twisted at his stomach. You sounded like you had been crying, your voice raw and cracking.

“You keep shutting me out, you get so angry when I tell you about any of my friends, or any of my plans! You ask, I answer, and then you lose it. Every single time. You threatened to beat the shit out of that Gryffindor after they asked me to help them study-“

Untrue. He threatened to beat the shit out of that Gryffindor after they obviously hit on you.

“-then you claim that I’m ignoring you- or that I take your friendship for granted! You talk to me like your friendship is some privilege I don’t deserve. You just… You dangle it over my head like it’s a prize! I don’t understand why you’re so mad at me. I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Your voice cracked. It made his own heart shatter. He hated it when you cried. He hated the long breath you took to steady yourself. He hated that he wasn’t brave enough to look you in the eyes and tell you he was-

“Draco said you stepped out for a smoke. You’re always avoiding conversations like this.”

You stopped talking for a moment, letting the microphone pick up your soft breathing and light footsteps.

“I can’t keep doing this Theodore, I can’t be your friend if you just keep treating me like this. I don’t know what to do to make you feel better.”

The voicemail ended, and Theo wished the stone of Hogwarts would fall upon his head and crush him. Tears welled in his eyes, and it took more than a minute to will them away. He stood, slowly and shakily. He fucked up. He couldn’t lose you, not like this, not now.

His feet carried him without a second thought, breaking into a sprint down the darkened hallways of Hogwarts. He raced down and up stairs, listening to the annoyed groans of paintings he disturbed. He didn’t even bother to avoid the ghosts patrolling the halls, sure to rat him out. He’d take a year’s worth of detention just to have a moment with you.

He was at your door in mere minutes, fist rapping against the heavy wood of your dorm room.

It wasn’t you who answered, but your roommate instead. Their “Can I help you?” was ignored, and their body was shoved out of the way and out of the door. He slammed the door behind him.

Your eyes met his. They were sad, red and puffy. He reached for your face, and you pulled away. The nerve pulsating through his veins dissipated. He fucked up majorly.

“You shouldn’t be here, Theodore.”

“Not Theodore… please. Just let me talk to you.”

You shook your head, but ultimately scooted over in bed and allowing Theo the space to sit down. He looked at you, desperate to see your face, to fix his mistake. You didn’t look back again him, instead picking at the dead skin around your nails.

Theo’s heart raced faster as he inched his hand towards yours. He couldn’t formulate the words. This was all wrong. He wasn’t supposed to tell you like this, not when you were crying. Not when you were angry at him.

“You’re my everything.”

“Are you serious?” Your eyes blew wide with rage. “You tell me that I’m a waste of time, then avoid me, and you come in here to tell me that I’m ‘your everything’? Have you lost your mind?”

Theo had in fact lost his mind. Everything he said made it worse. Every move he made caused an avalanche of consequences.

“I can’t lose you.”

“Why? So you can yell at me to feel good about yourself? Do I fuel your ego, Theo? Do I make you feel special? Is that all I am? Just here to make the ‘oh high-and-mighty Theodore Nott’ feel powerful.”

He gripped the loose fabric of his pants. He couldn’t do this anymore. He lost his nerve.

“No…”

“Then what am I to you Theo? Am I a friend because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. You make me feel like-“

Theodore didn’t let you finish your sentence. His lips pressed against yours in the blink of an eye, and while he closed his eyes, yours stayed wide open in shock.

Theo moved one hand to your cheek, barely letting the skin touch. You could feel him shaking. You could feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks. You could taste the cigarettes on his lips and the smell of pot was overwhelming.

He pulled away, opening his eyes, watching your face. His heart sunk when you wiped your mouth, declining to speak.

“I need you.” He whispered, voice cracking with the words. “I’m sorry. I was so…” he couldn’t even find the right words. “I just needed you to be mine.”

You stared at Theodore. A blush crept up to your cheeks, and the rage boiling inside of you slowed to a simmer.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Theo gripped your hand, “I wanted to- I just couldn’t…” he paused, “I just couldn’t find the right way to say it.”

“So you threatened to beat up everyone who talked to me?”

“Only the one’s who were interested in you.”

A small laugh left your lips, and it made Theo’s heart swell.

“I’m still angry at you.”

“How can I make it better?”

You thought for just a moment, the blush pushing up to your ears. “You could start by asking me out.”

“Will you go out with me?”

“Maybe.”

And that was all Theodore needed to hear.

[kitchenisking]

Sterek Fic Rec

It's the first night of chunnuka! Enjoy!

Alpha's Heat by TombRaider008 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,192, sterek)

Stiles finds Derek in his bedroom. In heat. Wearing his batman boxer briefs, sniffling his used lacrosse jersey and dry humping the living daylights out of his bed. Sexy times ensured.

suck it, pup by DenaCeleste - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 843, sterek)

Stiles has an oral fixation, and Derek has something pretty specific in mind for his pup's enjoyment.

Katoptronphilia by ItsMe_Basil - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,007, sterek)

"Oh, my god," he mewled, back arching. The hand around his throat tightened and a growl reverberated against him, in his ear, through his skin. 

"Are you looking?" Derek asked. Stiles nodded, a reedy moan pulled from his mouth as Derek let his thumb drag over the head before moving down to the base once more. 

"Look at how pretty you react to my touch," Derek continued. "I made that blush."

The words were whispered against the shell of Stiles' ear. "I made you hard and desperate, leaking."

Taking Care by RisingQueen2 (FallenQueen2) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,907, sterek)

When Derek finds out what Peter offered to Stiles and what Gerard really did to him in that basement, it caused him to finally act on his feelings for Stiles.

Get You The Moon by AClosedFicIsNeverRead - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 180,785, sterek)

Derek looked up in surprise to note that they were taking a private jet. Dread settled into his gut like a stone. “It has a cage, doesn’t it?” he asked quietly, and noted the subtle changes in his family members’ posture. “Is it for me?” Cora gave him a pleading look and nodded. “Is it because of what you’re going to tell me?” he asked, voice like gravel. Another nod confirmed it. Stiles. Oh, GOD. It had to be Stiles. Derek would not lose control over anyone else in Beacon Hills and they damned well knew it.

- OR - 

The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart.

(You will need ALL the tissues, but it will have a happy ending by the time all is said and done!)

Title inspired by song:  ‘Get You The Moon’  by Kina ft. Snow

A Perfect Bait For A Knotty Wolf by KnottheWolf - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,062, sterek)

Day 9: Feral- “Let me just get this straight. You want me to become your feral Alpha werewolf nephew’s chew toy?”

Peter stroked his chin, “Honestly, I was going for the phrase bed warmer, but you often squeak like a little chew toy. So yes, I want you to be his chew toy. Unless however you want a bullet in your head?”

bad habits (i do em all for you) by nymphe - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4,879, sterek)

wherein: stiles is sexually frustrated, stiles gets a vibrator stuck in his ass, stiles calls derek to help him with it, there's some kink discovery, a few orgasms, and some feelings. yep, that's about it.

it's just business by To_fill_the_sea - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,626, sterek)

Derek has been running a successful company for a long time and finally orchestrated a merger with another company. It has been eating up more time than he'd like and he just wants to spend some time at home. But people keep getting in his way and certain people are going to very surprised when Derek;s boyfriend decides to pop in for a surprise visit.

day of discovery by insert pseud here (EvanesDust) - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 100, sterek)

...the one where they figure out Eli's a werewolf.

Down On My Knees by SophieTrancy - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 10,479, sterek)

Inspired by a Tumblr post by hoechloin. Contains major Teen Wolf 6x19 spoilers. 

Chris came looking for Derek, hell bent on convincing the wolf to come back. But, unless Stiles needed him there, he wasn't interested. 

"If I go back, it's not for Beacon Hills" Derek said, turning to look at the former Hunter "It's for Stiles" That is, until he truly understands just how fucked they are.

"You haven't heard, then" Chris spoke, watching as Derek arched his brows at him "That's weird, I always thought the kid was the only one who actually had a way to reach you" Chris said, chuckling to himself.

So Derek goes back, thinking Stiles was finally safe, away from Beacon Hills. But he was right to assume it wouldn't last long, of course he was. Stiles was his mate, after all, he should've known better. Things don't go according to plan, despite their best efforts. And it's like time stopped for Derek, watching as Stiles' body fell to the floor. 

Originally posted on tumblr.

[fruchtfliege]

🐺💚

(in response to this post)

🐺- stuck as a wolf!theo

“He’s not your dog,” Brett says plainly after a few seconds of silence, hoping that the words will make their way into Liam’s brain.

“I… I know that!” 

They all give him a suspicious glance but Liam thinks that’s a lot of attitude coming from people who are supposed to be his friends and to support him in life.

“Mason! Back me up,” Liam demands at once.

“You’re a great person!” Mason proclaims immediately. “You’re very kind and compassionate.”

“There you go!” Liam says sassily to the others. He even raises a hand to high-five Mason but he turns towards his best friend when he doesn’t feel a hand to reciprocate the high-five.

“But I’m worried you think the Evil Guy is your dog,” Mason admits.

💚- re-animator!au

“I think you would’ve made it,” Theo says after a moment of silence.

“You don’t have to lie to cheer me up, I’m okay.”

“I think you would’ve had your medical degree and then maybe you would’ve burned out in two, max five years,” Theo states with brutal honesty. 

“Fuck you!” Liam slaps his arm but not with much force. He’s too tired for that and he’s not sure Theo is completely wrong. Or even just a little bit.

[azraphels]

Re-watching Teen Wolf....

✨If Theo, Stiles and Scott had been besties✨:

You know that scene where Scott was at Allison's house looking for the bullet he needed to cure Derek? Good! Meanwhile, Scott was stuck at that family dinner with a very suspicious Chris, Stiles and Theo were definitely with Derek at the vet.

When Derek told Stiles to "amputate his arm?

Stiles: I can't do it! Bones, blood, I can't!

Surely in this scene if Theo had been there he would have shouted "I DO IT!"

They end up with Derek and an amputated arm, Theo soaked in blood holding Derek's arm, Stiles unconscious on the ground from the blood, Scott being too late with the bullet.

I can imagine afterwards that they all go nice and shipped off to the hospital and Melissa is left with a bloodstained Theo holding a white clear plastic bag with an arm in it with ice in it, Scott dragging Stiles unconscious and Derek almost dying.

Melissa after : the doctor said the arm was perfectly amputated, a clean cut

Theo: modestly, I'm perfect

Melissa: what?

Theo: what?

Scott: but Derek will get his arm back?!?!?!

[ksbbb]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday (Excerpt from Love is a Twisted Dance of Shadows)

“Can I ask who paid?” Liam asks, dreading the thought of Mason paying for him when he doesn’t have much more money than he does, and he refuses to take any help from his parents.

Liam can’t believe he did this.

“A person named Raeken.” The woman curtly replies and she stands up, waiting for him to leave.

“Who? Then take this! For next month.” He urges, ready to short circuit from Theo’s insertion into his life and how the fuck does he even know he needed it to be paid? Must be sending out spies like the overbearing wolf he is.

The audacity of this guy. He was so proud of not paying it too late. Only four days to be exact, and now he’s standing in the office like a clown, trying to pay this lady who’s been nothing but stuck up.

“It’s been paid off. You’re good until your lease is up. Next year.” The woman smiles, seeming kinder now, as Liam makes a list of reasons why he’s going to find a way to move apartment buildings.

“How can you let someone just pay for things without asking? What about me? The tenant!” Liam scoffs, sounding ungrateful and delusional to this poor woman. She’d understand why he’s behaving like this if she met Theo.

Tagging @thiamsxbitch @maplesyrizzup @hemlocksandfoxgloves @mmoosen @wolfboy88 @honestlydarkprincess @chasing-chimeras @theoceanismyinkwell

[the-and-sign-anon]

Cuddles

Word Count: 586

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Since the day you were cursed, Theo couldn’t shake you. While the day had been fuzzy in your mind for a while and you apologized profusely for everything you said, the clearest part of it in your mind was how the chimera had treated you. He kept you from harm, sat on the couch with you, listened to your (embarrassing) stories. There was no turning back after that. 

While Stiles, Malia, Lydia, and Scott left town to go to college or see the world, you and Theo stuck around for a while. Theo had to get his GED since he’d technically been dead for a while and obviously hadn’t been attending school. You decided on taking a gap year to work and save up before going anywhere new. 

Your parents, being the worrywarts they were, were more than happy to keep you around after graduation. They converted the basement into a more functional apartment space for you, allowing you as much privacy as you could get while living at home. You still helped out around the house and ate dinner with them a few nights every week, but you were creeping towards independence. 

At your insistence, Theo began spending a few nights each week at your place. Your parents knew only that he was a good friend of yours and that he needed a place to stay. That was all they really needed to know as far as you were concerned. Whenever they tried to pry, you changed the topic of conversation or told them it was a sore subject for Theo and he deserved some privacy and understanding. 

With his increased time at your apartment, Theo began to realize it was becoming his place too. You kept a spare toothbrush by your sink for him and the blanket thrown over your couch was littered with the grayish hairs of his coyote form. His favorite music had made its way onto your morning playlist; you installed hooks on the wall beside the door for him to hang his jackets beside yours. 

Just under a year after graduation, your home was his and he couldn’t have been happier. His favorite thing, which he admitted to no one, was coming home from his part time job to find you cross-legged on the couch in the common room with takeout on the coffee table and your eyes glued to the screen. 

He knew exactly how things would go from there. Theo would hang up his jacket, his shoes discarded at the front door as your parents requested. He would sit on the opposite end of the couch to eat, always with a napkin on his lap and a coaster under his drink. Once you were both full, he’d drag the blanket into his lap and you would shuffle over to steal it from him. A bit of playful tugging would ensue, his instincts kicking in as he braced himself against the armrest and yanked the blanket away, leaving you to collapse into his lap. 

You refused to move once you were comfortable. Theo never pushed you to. So most nights ended in an extended cuddle session, his arm resting on your legs and your head balancing on the armrest. You took turns choosing what to watch, though sometimes you’d just play music from your phone as you basked in each other’s warmth and comfort. You’d never tell a soul unless you got cursed again, but Theo gave the best cuddles you could never ask for (but always received regardless).