#theo raeken head-canons

[aristarr]

The three of them now stood in front of the bathroom door, patiently waiting for Scott to open it. Mccall hesitated, as if something inside of it was so terrible he didn't want them to see it. However he was the one to call. And that meant he needed their help. But how can they do it without knowing the problem?

"Will you open it?" Theo suggested, his hand slightly squeezing Scott's shoulder as if to reassure him that it's okay. Whatever was there, they can deal with it.

Scott nodded, giving both of them a tired look before finally opening the door. Theo was the second after Stiles to shove his head inside to look at that "something" Scott was so anxious about. But when Scott entered the room to open the curtain the other two suddenly lost all the possible words. There was a boy in his friend's bathtub. A boy, who's hands and mouth were tied with a fucking duct tape as a some sort of a criminal who tried to rob the house.

"Scott?" Theo asked patiently, trying to focus his friend’s attention on what he was about to say.

"Yes?" Scott replied, his gaze still stuck on the scared kid, who was looking at all them in turns.

"Have I told you today what an idiot you are?" Theo asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Er, no?"

"Good. You're an idiot, Scott. A big ass idiot"

"Hate to say it, but I agree with Theo. Why the hell did you bring him here, Scott!!?" Stiles cried, and Theo found himself nodding in agreement. Being disappointed with Scott’s life choices was one of the few things they both shared and now it was totally two on one.

"Hey! I panicked??!" Scott’s defense didn’t work, as Stiles was already up for a big ass conversation on “how to not take rash decisions without Stiles’ approval” leaving Theo the one to actually care about the poor child, now absolutely terrified.

"You panicked?! And what are we supposed to do now with your "panic"?

"I guess we are the ones to deal with it, Stiles" Theo sighed, stepping closer to the scared boy. The later looked at him cautiously, but Theo stopped, squatting in front of him.

"Don't worry little one, I won't harm you. I’m actually here to help"

Day 1 of @theoraekenapperciation week!

The prompt: First Meet

Aaand it's my first entry for this year's Theo Raeken Week!! Actually, at first I wanted to go with visual prompts only, but then my mind gave me this and I took that idea and actually made it!

I saw a lot of different posts with hcs and takes on "what if Theo never left and stayed with Scott and Stiles and they all remained friends?" And I love those so much so I decided to stick to that idea and with that rewrite a bit Theo's first meeting with Liam, as I'm sure it would have happened that moment. I had a lot of fun drawing and writing this so I hope you like it!! (And now I think that this idea is more for the "canon divergence" prompt, but anyway)

And I'm extremely sorry for the quality of the drawing🙏🏻 I've tried to fix it but failed

[couragehopelovefaith]

I finally fell down the "Descendants"-rabbit hole (better late than never) and watched all three movies back to back. Here are my first thoughts that came to mind:

Maybe a controversial opinion, but the third one was the best in my eyes and the first one gets the last place, even though it has many wonderful moments too. (That being said, I deeply dislike the very last scene of the third movie, since even for a Disney-movie, everything seemed to be forgiven way too fast and easily.)

2. Say what you want about the movies, but the actors are very talented and dedicated and the songs are absolute bops that will hold up for a very long time.

3. I have never had more conflicted emotions about any protagonist than I have about Mal (I might make a separate post about it later, but others have explained it better than I could, so... :) ).

4. Evie would've been more fitting ruler, in my opinion.

4. My shipper-heart beats into so many directions, but I can't truly root for Ben and Mal. The way their love story began was shady (beautifully expressed) and they both had better connection and chemistry with so many other characters.

5. Ben was done so dirty multiple times, and I feel like he is very underrated.

6. Speaking of chemistry... Harry Hook seems to be Theo Raeken of the "Descendants"-universe - he has chemistry with literally anyone. A huge part of me loves Huma and wanted them to end up together, but the connection and sparks he, Gil and Jay have going on.. ;) I also wanted to know more about the obvious romantic past between Hook and Mal. (Hook seems to be one of my favorite characters in many fandoms, huh.)

7. The fact that they didn't make Malvie canon is a huge crime (nothing against Doug, though, he is a great guy).

8. Uma and Audrey deserved so much better, to be honest.

9. Carlos is such a wholesome and sweet bean, he deserves the world as well. I would love to have him as a friend. What happened to Cameron was so tragic and unfair, and thinking about it while seeing his radiating presence on screen made me constantly tear up.

10. I never would've thought I'd say this in any circumstance, but Hades is hands down the best villain-parent and I truly hoped to see more of him.

All in all, I liked the movies way more than I thought I would and they make me feel really nostalgic. ...Plus, the songs will surely be stuck in my head for the next couple of weeks.

[morganasmissus]

guys wait- who was gonna tell me Theo Raeken didn't actually have a heart condition???

did i just completely ignore when they said that in the show?? did i make up the heart condition???

guys... Theo having a heart condition has like become part of my personality- it's a defining factor of the (apparently incorrect) version of him i have in my head

(that being said i am going to ignore this piece of info like i've done with half of tw's canon and keep my image of Theo intact)

[rd-eternity]

omg i wanna ask about ALL your wip's but if I had to choose which one I'm burning to know more about they would be "wreck the hunter," "void!Theo" and "resurrected Dread Doctors" 👀

The currently untitled post-canon Thiam fic where the Dread Doctors are resurrected and everyone (mostly Theo) has a real bad time.

Every hair on Theo’s body is standing straight up on edge, chills shooting up his spine with every footsteps he hears echoing in the distance.  At his side, Liam stops talking about his math homework, suddenly aware that the chimera’s instincts have kicked into high gear.

“What is it?”

Theo numbly shakes his head without thinking.  The next step he hears is closer, heavier, metallic; overlaid with the clanking of metal and heavy, mechanical breathing.  He’s frozen in place, so much so he can’t move a limb, even when Liam gently pushes.  They know there should be no one in these tunnels.  Theo buried every entrance so no one could get to the Dread Doctors lab.  Even if they were gone, he refused for anyone to follow their directions on creating true evil.

The true evil they tried to corrupt him into.  He never met their goals, never lived up to their expectations.  From the moment he met them, he was a failure.

“Failure.”

Theo’s head snaps up, eyes flaring gold entirely out of his control.  “Did you hear that?”

“Failure.”

By the way fear seeps into Liam’s eyes, he hears it that time.  Without hesitation, he grabs Theo by the arm, giving him the push to shake off the spell and move.  Even then, Liam doesn’t let go, instead drops his hand to clutch Theo’s.  It’s what he needs to keep going, to get out.

“Failure.”

They stop again.  Nausea creeps up to Theo’s throat, every inch of his body burning when he hears a familiar screeching.  Not from where the first two echoes of voices were, but from behind.  Back where they were, where Theo would give anything not to turn back to now.

Liam’s face pinches, almost like he’s in pain.  “What is that noise?”

Theo closes his eyes and lets the sound cloud his senses.  It doesn’t strike him until it becomes loud enough that his ears ring.  He doesn’t open his eyes, desperate to keep tears from falling or from forcing himself to turn to face the darkness.

That screeching haunted his dreams for years.  It led him to the Dread Doctors in the first place, and it’s the sound he came to know as a reminder he did something wrong.  The Surgeon would drag that heavy cane on the ground while he walked, not because he had to, but so Theo would sit in terror, knowing what was coming.

“Oh fuck.”

The tremor in Liam’s voice is what finally gets Theo to clench his jaw, open his eyes and glance over his shoulder.  His body can’t decide whether to throw up, pass out or cry; instead it freezes again.  The hand on his own is the only thing anchoring him to reality.  Liam squeezes gently.

“What do we do?” he murmurs softly.

At the end of the hall, underneath blinking and broken lights are the three figments of Theo’s dark past.  Clad in long dark coats, bronze and metal plated masks, the hissing and whirring of their breathing and movement cutting through the otherwise eerie silence of the tunnels.  In front is The Surgeon, gold inlay of his cane catching the light.  He can feel the phantom graze of the metal as it hits him, over and over and over and-

“Theo, we need to get out of here.”

He tries to release Liam’s hand, but the beta doesn’t let go.  “You have to run, I…”  He can’t seem to tear his gaze from the Dread Doctors; they’re walking slowly, but Theo knows he can’t outrun them.  He’s never been able to.  “I’ll be the bait.”

Liam pulls his hand hard enough to force Theo to turn, looking away from the doctors.  His blue eyes are fierce, jaw clenched.  “You are never being the bait again.  We both make it out of here.”

He takes a step away, to run.  A low rumble stops him dead in his tracks.  

“Theo Raeken.”

And with that, he knows the life he fought so hard to get back is over.

[pansexual-puppy-pack]

day 4 of @theoraekenapperciation 's theo week 2024: canon divergence!

What if Theo was found by Parrish after Season 6A?

partly inspired by @multifandom-damnation 's fic Heart coming up my throat, think I'm getting worse at breathing !!

Jordan probably shouldn't have been surprised to find the Tundra at its most frequent spot—just west of the Preserve, a couple miles out from where his internal map placed the Nemeton. He turned the cruiser off and approached the truck.

There was a scent there; familiar, but only in passing. This was a supernatural creature the Hellhound was meant to be protecting, but something wasn't right. It might've been the sharp presence of night terrors or fear in John Doe's scent or the simple fact that Jordan couldn't identify what kind of creature this was based on their scent. That was wrong. He was a Hellhound—that was basically his whole thing. He was getting two conflicting ideas: Werewolf and Werecoyote, and unless there were two people in that truck—unlikely, considering the singular, lightning-quick pulse Jordan heard—this might have been one of the surviving chimeras from the Dread Doctors incident last year, which meant only one true result.

Jordan gently rapped on the glass window, immediately waking the kid up.

He groaned. "Come on,"

That voice. Jordan quickly placed it, the conclusion becoming clear in his mind. "Theo?"

Theo Raeken jolted to a seating position and brought his body forward to look at him. "Parrish."

Fuck. Theo should not have let this happen. He hurriedly pushed the hood off his head and started packing up his pillow and blanket. Fuck. Why was Parrish here? Theo had memorized most of the Deputies' and Park Rangers' routes by then, and he should not have been there at that time on that day—it would've been fine if literally any other officer had found him.

He kept an ear out for anything Parrish would feel, think, or say. He probably knew better than to ask what a teenager is doing, sleeping in his car by the Preserve, right? (If Theo saw this coming, he would've parked further within, but he could only take so many precautions. Fuck!)

He'd almost completely cleaned up his backseat before Parrish decided to say something.

"So _you're_ the John Doe that keeps popping up in our system," Parrish said, and—somehow—Theo knew he meant it without judgement, without malice, and—somehow—with understanding.

Theo wanted to beg him not to identify him in the system, wipe the record clean—anything to keep him anonymous in the eyes of law enforcement. The last thing he needed right now was a fine or a sentence; or worse, an impoundment.

Instead, he just nodded. "Apparently." Only then did he realize that they'd been having a conversation separated by the truck's windows, but that never really mattered to supernatural creatures anyway, so he ignored it.

Parrish exhaled from his nose, and Theo could imagine little tendrils of fire following it like a cartoon dragon.

He seemed to be deliberating. Whatever was going on in his mind, Theo really didn't want to stick around and find out, but all he did was crawl into the driver's seat and wait.

"How about," Parrish started, slow, like he was talking to a startled creature—which, honestly, couldn't describe Theo more at that moment. "I take you to my place? I have a spare mattress and a decent space heater."

Theo shook his head. He could find his own way. "I can't—"

—Parrish stopped him with a casual hand. "Just for a night, or..." After a short pause, a decision was made in Parrish's head. It's like Theo could see it.

"...Or I'll tell Scott."

Fuck. He got him—that was the best answer Parrish could've possibly given. (And he seemed to know it, given the scent Theo detected.)

Theo clicked his tongue. "Which way?"

[sterek-ao3feed]

I Guess It's Just As Well (But I Miss Your Face Like Hell)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58484191

by Kwills91

“I miss you so much, Derek,” he whispers into the darkness, and Derek doesn’t miss the shake in his voice, but it feels so much like goodbye. The kind they’ll never come back from. “I miss you, too. You have no idea Stiles.” He has to say it now or he’ll never get the chance. His throat is thick with emotion but he has to push through it. “It’s okay. It’s okay that we only got those few days. I promise. It’s so much better than never having had them at all.” He ducks his head and presses his mouth to Stiles’ shoulder. It’s not a kiss but it’s the closest he can bring himself to giving one, and he lets his lips brush over Stiles’ skin as he talks. “I wouldn’t give them up for anything."

OR

5 times Derek says goodbye and the 1 times Stiles asks to stay

Sequel to A Few Stolen Days Worth All The Goodbyes

Words: 39114, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Long Road Home

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Peter Hale, Melissa McCall, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Mason Hewitt, Jordan Parrish, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Teen Wolf: The Series, Fix-it for Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023), this author treats the movie like the movie treated the series lore, as vague suggestion, basically I kept Eli, POV Derek Hale, 5+1 Things, Future Fic, Pining, Angst, Fluff, Brief suicidal ideation, Sort Of, Sharing a Bed, Reunions, Past Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate, Minor Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski break-up, Airports, Christmas, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale Can Have Nice Things, Idiots in Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Regret, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Mechanic Derek Hale, FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Fuck the movie and fuck Jeff Davis

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58484191

[jjsstars]

thiamweek2023: day 3, moment of realization

|| for @thiamappreciationweek event

|| tags : love confessions, swearing, post canon, mentions of canon events

It’s not a big moment realization, no moment of dawning that washes over Theo like a wave crashing down, if he’s honest- it’s pretty anticlimactic. He’s midway through driving Liam home from his first lacrosse game of the new season, listening to the other ramble about how they totally should’ve won because the last shot the other team made was ‘super illegal’ and Theo just- knows.

The pieces of everything that had happened in the months before, the years when he really thinks about it, fall into place and he realizes all of it’s been slowly building. He’s super in love with Liam Dunbar. Fuck, this wasn’t on his new year resolution list he made- per Liam’s request- when things settled and he could ‘start new’ after being casted down to hell for however long he was really there. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t change anything.

“Theo?” The giggling voice of Liam brings Theo back to how he’s stopped at a green light, supposedly for too long since Dunbar has a grin ear to ear.

“Get lost in your head?” He lets out a small huff and rolls his shoulders back while turning the street to Liam’s house.

“You’re blushing, thinking of someone special?” Theo quirks a brow with a glance at Liam, he’s practically the only person Theo’s been around since he got back. Him and select people from the pack, Mason and Corey a lot, but they’re dating and Liam has to know Theo would never impose on that.

“No one.” The lie is such bullshit even Theo feels like cringing.

“Liar. Who is it? Someone new?” As if Theo has any past relationships to compare to, or like Liam would even know if he did.

“They’re not new.” Not in the slightest. Maybe that’s why Theo likes Liam, he’s not new, he’s familiar and trustworthy, someone Theo considers to be a person he can rely on. That’s something Theo’s never really had before, he likes it, whatever it’d be called.

“But they are someone! C’mon you gotta tell me.” A grin creeps over Theo’s face when he looks over at Liam’s too eager expression- he smells like sweat and too strong cologne and happiness and comfort- Theo would bottle the scent if he could, drown himself in it just to have the sense of Liam at his side.

“Not so sure that’s a good idea.” Then again- Theo’s already been to hell, what’s the worst that can happen? If Liam wants to send him back because of a crush Theo could always go into hiding, he remembers all the old tunnels the dread doctors would use, he’s sure he’d get far enough away from California that Liam wouldn’t be able to find him easily. He’s getting ahead of himself— he hasn’t even told Liam yet, he needs to stop planning his ‘what-if’ escape.

“I won’t tell anyone, swear. Not even Mason.” The eyes Liam is giving Theo are downright evil, all big and puppy dog like, pleading with Raeken, practically begging him to spill his guts.

“You really wanna know?” Excitement is basically pouring off of Liam, it covers all his past scents, clogging Theo’s senses and making his head dizzy with the thought that- oh yeah, he’s definitely in love.

“Yes! Tell me, tell me, tell me-.” He cuts Dunbar off with a head shake, knowing he’d go on for hours if not stopped.

“Okay fine, it’s you. I’m blushing cause I’m thinking about you.” His eyes don’t leave the stretch of empty road in front of them, listening to how Liam’s heartbeat sputters and kicks up a few notches, smelling how he goes from excited to confused in seconds, feeling how the air seems to shift in the truck. It makes Theo uneasy and his hands grip at the steering wheel tighter, he hopes it’s not obvious.

“Why am I making you blush?” There’s almost concern in the too genuine question, he really hasn’t put the pieces together.

“Cause I want to kiss you.” Theo has no fucking idea where that came from- he’d slap himself if Liam wouldn’t be able to see it. That’s the exact opposite of what he had meant to say, he was going for something subtle, to nudge Liam in the right direction, not be so extremely direct like that.

“Sorry.” Raeken mutters and squeezes his eyes shut. He totally just fucked things with Liam forever- that plan of escape apparently isn’t such a ‘what-if’ and more of a ‘right-now-before-the-pack-kills-you-again’ thing.

“I want to kiss you too.” Liam says and Theo presses the breaks without thinking, sending both of them stumbling forward a bit but Theo doesn’t care, he turns to stare at Liam head on. Waiting for the moment he starts to laugh and say it was a joke, waiting for him to throw the truck door open and say he’ll walk the rest of the way home, waiting for him to take it back.

“Are you going to keep staring or kiss me?” It takes all of five seconds before Theo’s throwing himself forward to press his lips to Liam’s.

His hand tangles into Liam’s hair instantly, holding him in close, heart racing as their lips move gently against each others. Despite the desperate way Theo’s holding on, Liam is much more careful with how his hand comes to cup Theo’s jaw and his forehead presses to Raeken’s when he pulls away. There’s a soft smile on his lips and his eyes are blown wide again- Theo can’t make himself look away.

“Kiss me again.” He whispers and feels his whole body relax when Liam obeys, still delicate as ever, but it’s perfect. So perfect.

“We should probably get back to the house before another car comes.”

“Right, right- course, yeah.” God he’s an idiot.

“But we should keep kissing when we’re home, if you want to.”

“Yes, yup, definitely want to- ahem- yeah, that’d- that’d be nice.” Liam chuckles lightly and Theo’s whole face burns red as he starts to drive again.

[onlymorelove]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thank you so much for sending me this ask, Stella! <3<3<3 Did you do a self-rec thing of your own? Pls link me if you did; I'd love to read it. I can't pick favorites of anything, so I'll just mention five fics I wrote that I like.

Unwell (Fandom: Bones (tv show))

Yup, the mighty Temperance Brennan was sick. Takes place after Season 3, Episode 4.

I love banter-y ships. I wrote this fic 15 (!!!) years ago, but I remember getting a kick out of mixing banter and silliness with deeper conversations. Booth even reads Brennan a short section from a romance novel. :D It's been a while since I wrote Unwell, but I think I wanted to follow some loose threads in Bones and explore the emotional ramifications; fic is such a great place to do that. He's a candle (burning in my room) (Fandom: MCU)

It's just sex, isn't it? (Some talking + a lot of feelings + a smidgen of smut = this fic.)

This is a Steve/Tony fic, and it means a lot to me; I think it always will. There's a splash of body image issues, a dash of pining while fucking, and a ton of emotional vulnerability that's tied up in the sex, the build-up, and the afterglow.

My only sibling killed himself in February 2018; my dad died less than five months later; I started writing this story around three months after my dad's death. Life was a huge struggle, and so was writing, but I tried really hard to get down words, and I pushed myself with the imagery and the feelings. some words build houses in your throat (Fandom: MCU)

The night before they travel back in time, Tony says what he needs to say.

Someone anonymously sent me a "stevetony + confession" prompt in response to a three-sentence fic meme here on tumblr. This fic was my attempt to fill their prompt. It's a sort of missing scenes fic for Endgame. I was hungry for a little bit of team feels. I wanted Steve and Tony to both use their words AND try to behave like adults. Adulthood is complicated. We don't always get everything we want. Not all of our dreams and wishes come true. I wanted to play with honesty/revelation but also with restraint. And I really, really wanted Steve and Tony to quote parts of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass to each other. So I wrote it. ;) I Barely Knew I Had Skin Before I Met You (Fandom: Timeless (tv show)

Sometimes love is found in unexpected combinations. Lucy wakes in the middle of the night to find one less man than there should be in her bed. [Set sometime in the future. Lucy, Garcia, and Wyatt are in a polyfidelitous relationship. Translation: the three of them are romantically involved and are faithful to each other. They also live together.]

As mentioned above, I have a weakness for banter. I wanted to write a story with a poly ship—Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston/Wyatt Logan. I wanted banter, flirting, and domestic fluff, and I wanted discussions of grief and loss because I thought they made sense in the context of the show's canon. A few small scenes popped into my head, and I wrote toward and around them.

my life is for you (and no one other than you) (Fandom: Teen Wolf (tv show)

It’s a journey they began years before, but one they have to take again and again. Together. (Post-coital, slice-of-life fic. AKA sass and fluff.)

Courtesy of my Thiam phase in 2017, here we have Liam Dunbar and Theo Raeken as adults, being established-relationship ridiculous and sweet. Thanks again for the ask! *hugs*

[usermischief]

♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags: canon divergence, Theo is part of the Ito pack, mutual pining, minor Malia/Stiles ♞Words: 2505 ♞Bad Things Happen Bingo - Blackmail ♞ao3

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begin again

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See, blackmail is something he expects from people like Theo and Peter, and Deucalion, maybe even Jackson on some special occasions. He didn’t exactly expect Malia to be the one to hold his secrets over his head to force him back into a relationship with her. After their breakup, after Theo and Lydia remember him, after a month-long and very awkward relationship with the latter, and Stiles leaving for Quantico — after all the signs proving that they’re just not meant to be, she decided that they are and that she would ruin his life if he disagreed. The threat alone wouldn’t have made Stiles agree to come back. 

It’s the fact that she could very much ruin his life if she so chooses.  

She knows everything about the nogitsune, how Stiles feels about it, the nightmares and memories, the things a human should not be able to do, and worst of all, the things he craves. 

So, Stiles will have to play out her little fantasy until she’s either ready to move on or he found a way out of this mess. 

Not that he can do anything about that right now. Although part of him hopes Malia will attach herself to one of the werewolves blatantly hitting on her. That’s what all these werewolf conventions are for, aren’t they? Politics and mating — or mating for politics. 

“You look as bored as I feel.” Theo collapses into a chair next to him, tugging on his tie. 

Stiles huffs out a breath. “I’ve been fighting the urge to pull a fire alarm for almost an hour now.” 

“Is that why you don’t move?”

“If I get up I can’t guarantee anything.” Stiles glances around the room, watching werewolves mingle, watching some looking back at him. “Besides, I don’t think I’m particularly welcome here.” Kira decided not to participate from the very beginning. A fox amid hundreds of wolves probably isn’t a good idea. Stiles tried to tell Malia that it’s more than likely the same applies to him. Naturally, she didn’t listen and dragged him here. If he trusted Theo and his motives a little more, he’d ask whether it’s obvious or not. As it is, he should probably keep that to himself. One person blackmailing him is more than enough. 

Theo crosses his arms on the table. “Your scent doesn’t match any of the packs here. It makes them nervous.” At least it’s not the fox thing. “The rumors going around probably don’t help either.” 

That’s not something Stiles wants to hear. “Rumors?” he echoes regardless, trying his very best to sound nonchalant. “What type of rumors about a human could possibly be concerning for werewolves?” Because it would be perfect if they stopped floating around. The only thing more worrying than being an outsider in the middle of a bunch of werewolves is being an outsider who makes said bunch nervous. Conventions like these aren’t always peaceful. More often than not, fighting breaks out. Stiles would prefer not to be in the middle of it. 

Theo’s gaze sweeps across the room, narrowing only slightly before he turns back to him. “It’s about what you’ve survived,” he says and, leaning closer, he adds, “what you might have become of it.” 

Stiles stares at him and clenches his teeth. If he says a single word, he might out himself. Other than Malia, Theo is the only person who knows what may have become of him. Maybe Theo is the only one who really knows him — even the parts Stiles is hiding from himself. 

“Kira is one thing, but you, Void?” 

Stiles slams his hands on the table. “Is that a threat? Are you seriously threatening me?” 

“No.” Theo doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the outbreak. He never is. For someone with a short temper, Theo has always proven to be very patient with him. “It’s a warning.” His gaze flicks back into the crowd. “Maybe you should get better friends because the ones you have are dropping subtle hints about what you are.”

Tensing visibly, Stiles narrows his eyes at Theo. “Malia probably doesn’t know any better.” The words are no sooner out of his mouth when he questions himself why he even defends her. She’s blackmailing him. She is actively fucking him over, and yet, here he is, protecting her image from Theo’s accusations. 

Theo barks out a laugh, humorless and dangerous and perfect in every way possible. With a smile as dangerous as his laugh, Theo leans even closer. His breath brushes over Stiles’ cheek and chin, like ghostly fingertips tickling all those buried feeling back to the surface. “Do you really think,” he whispers, placing his hand on Stiles’ thigh, just high enough to be considered intimate, “that Malia is smart enough to blackmail anyone? Let alone you?” Theo leans even closer, pressing his mouth against the shell of Stiles’ ear. His hand moves higher, crossing lines and boundaries he shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near. But Theo doesn’t care. He never cared. Instead, he places his free hand on the side of his neck. “Let alone you, Void?”

Stiles pulls back so fast he almost slips off the chair. “Do not—“ he bites out and grabs Theo’s hand, not pulling it away, just holding them in place “— call me that.” 

Theo’s smile only widens. “How do you think Malia knows about the video Agent McCall keeps hiding to protect you?” 

Stiles can feel his blood run cold. This was supposed to be a secret only Stiles, Rafael, his dad and Scott know about. That footage will put him in prison faster than anything else ever could. There’s no convincing anybody that the person on the tape is a thousand-year-old fox demon wearing his face. Stiles thought it was destroyed, but if Theo’s telling the truth then— he furrows his brows. Wait. “How do you know about that?” 

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Theo squeezes his leg and gets to his feet. “If you come to your senses, Satomi always has a place for strays.” He nods toward the other direction of the room and leaves. 

Heart pounding in his chest, Stiles watches him walk away. He’s probably more than aware of the damage he just caused. As per usual, Theo dug his fingers into all of Stiles’ biggest insecurities and tore him apart. The blackmail, his being a nogitsune, the friendship with Scott, and his feelings for the chimera. Theo knows him better than anyone, that’s why he can hurt him so much. But Theo also understands that Stiles needs this pain to start helping himself or accept another person’s help. 

Stiles pulls his phone out of the pocket of his jacket and heads in a different direction. If anyone can get rid of this video footage, it’s Melissa — and the best person to talk to her is his father. 

- - -

The good thing about his father dating Melissa is that they’re basically attached at the hip, so Stiles does not have to worry about his dad being alone again. Stiles could also hear the beginning of what would undeniably become a rather uncomfortable conversation for Rafael. The footage most likely will be deleted before the day is over. 

The bad thing about his dad and Melissa dating is that they will end up in the crossfire of what’s going to be the end of Scott-and-Stiles, no matter how much they’ll try to keep them out of it. When Stiles told them about the blackmail, Melissa was sure there had to be a good reason or a misunderstanding. Stiles is sure Scott thinks he has a good reason, but it’s not a misunderstanding. 

Stiles pushes his phone back into his pocket and returns to the main hall. He’s not going to stay long, all he’s wanting to do is briefly talk to Satomi. To be fair, he’s not sure if he actually wants to join her pack, but he’d at least would like to talk to her about what’s going on with him before she hears it from anybody else. He’d also like to talk to Theo again. Maybe. He doesn’t know. 

“Hey.” Malia appears in front of him, stopping Stiles in his tracks, “where have you been?”

Although it’s really none of her business — now even less than before — Stiles decides to tell her. He’s going to leave anyway. She might as well know why. “I was talking to my dad,” he explains and crosses his arms over his chest. 

She furrows her brows. “Where are you going now?”

“Satomi.” Stiles nods in the direction of her table, watching as Brett beckons Theo over. 

Seeing him is probably what tips her off. Despite everything, their non-existent relationship wasn’t entirely a secret. People picked up on something between them. Malia noticed it too. “If you go over there—“

“Then what?” Stiles snaps his gaze back to Malia. “You’ll ruin my life?” The only person he was worried about knowing the truth about him already knows everything, and Scott turns around to blackmail him with it. Stiles should have never returned to the McCall pack. He was better off on his own. It certainly would have spared him a lot of pain and heartbreak. 

Malia flashes her eyes. Once again, control is slipping through her fingers. It’s nothing new. She’s never been trained well. The only time she stayed mostly in control was when Stiles acted as her anchor. Maybe that’s why Scott wanted Stiles to date her again. It makes life easier for him. “You can’t do that. I’m going to tell everyone the truth about you.” 

“Awesome, and while you’re at it,” Stiles says in a low voice, “tell Scott Melissa wants to talk to him. She didn’t sound particularly happy about the whole blackmail thing.” Smiling at her, Stiles turns on his heels and walks away. He’ll quickly talk to Satomi then he’s going to leave. Simple as that. He’s over all of this bullshit. 

“I’m pretty sure,” Malia calls, her voice trembling noticeably, “the people here would like to know a fox is hiding in their midst.” 

Although everything in him wants to stop and turn around, he forces himself to keep walking. If he pretends she isn’t talking to him, he might make it out of the room before the others are putting everything together — if they even care. It’s hard to tell with werewolves. There might be a lot who are just like Satomi and don’t care about foxes. There might be a lot of other wolves who consider the complete opposite. He works his fingers through his hair and catches sight of Satomi getting to her feet. The rest of her pack follows. Well, everyone but Theo, who is already right in front of him. 

Smiling softly, Theo places a jacket around his shoulders. “Hey babe,” he says in a low voice, “let’s head out.” 

Stiles narrows his eyes. “Excuse me?” He wants to brush off the jacket, but Theo keeps it firmly in place by grabbing his upper arms. 

“I said let’s head out.” Still smiling, Theo places a hand on the small of Stiles’ back in an attempt to move him. The hand around his right arm tightens a little. 

“No.”

Surprisingly, the smile does not slip from Theo’s features. Instead, he leans closer, pressing his mouth against the shell of Stiles’ ear again. “If you don’t want me,” he whispers, and it’s the most threatening tone Theo has ever used on him, “to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here, I recommend you come with me.” Gently tugging on the jacket, Theo stands back again. 

Stiles wants to smack him. Hard. He curls his fingers into tight fists. 

Theo’s hand slides down to his wrist, and he tugs him closer. His smile turns sharper. “Don’t even think about it.” 

Grinding his teeth, Stiles glances over Theo’s shoulder. Oh, but he wants to. So desperately. Because it’s easier than leaning into the other boy. However, people are watching. Most packs wouldn’t dare to make a move on someone from Satomi’s pack whether she’s in the room or not, but the chance is not zero. Not at all. Theo, as of right now, is his shield and most likely the only person standing between him and being pounced on by a werewolf who thinks he’s sneaked into his place. Theo is putting himself at risk. 

Stiles licks his lips. “Why are you doing this?” The last time Theo protected him, the whole thing was a setup. Theo used killing Josh to blackmail him. “You don’t care.” He wants something from him… unless he’s doing it for Satomi. 

Furrowing his brows, Theo pulls back. For what it’s worth, he looks actually offended at the statement. “Of course, I care.” 

“No, you don’t, and don’t give me that—“

Theo leans closer. This time, he’s not aiming to whisper in his ear. His warm breath brushes over Stiles’ cheek. It smells sweet like the stupid white wine Theo’s been drinking all evening. Gently, Theo nudges their noses together. The simple gesture feels too intimate to move, to breathe. 

And then Theo kisses him. His lips are gliding against Stiles’, one hand cupping his jaw, the other pulling him closer. He’s kissing him, and his eyes are closed. He’s kissing him, and Stiles’ heart sings. 

He wraps his arms around Theo’s waist, curling his fingers into the soft shirt. He’s holding on a little tighter than he needs to, but now that he has Theo exactly where he’s wanted him for years, the thought of letting go again makes his stomach turn. 

The jacket slides from his shoulder, but Theo catches it with ease. His lips curl into a smile against Stiles’. When he wraps the jacket around him again, he uses it to pull him closer. His chuckle ripples through Stiles’ body, making him shudder, and press closer to Theo. 

“Now that I’ve proved my point,” Theo whispers against his lips, “we’re going to make our exit.” 

Stiles shakes his head, but he can’t help but laugh. “You’re a jerk, you know that?” 

Theo hums. His fingertips run down Stiles’ arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “You love it.” With a small grin, he intertwines their fingers. “You look good in my jacket.” He slips an arm around his waist, pulling him to his side. When he leads him towards the exit this time, Stiles doesn’t even think about fighting it. 

“Looks like I have a habit of dating people ready to blackmail me.” Stiles glances at Theo out of the corner of his eyes. 

“I’m a changed person.” 

“Right.” Stiles bites back a smile. 

Theo pinches his side. “Careful,” he whispers into his ear again, probably highly aware of the goosebumps he causes, “I can still be vengeful, little fox.”

Stiles smiles and glances over his shoulder, spotting Malia and Scott standing side by side, watching them walk away. “Good.” Stiles turns to look at Theo, now smirking. “I’m counting on it.” 

[greymantledlady]

your hand was the one i reached for

by Erya (@eryaforsthye) and greymantledlady

Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken  |  Teen Wolf  |  4K

(only one bed, hand holding, so much fluff, first kiss, tv canon compliant)

-

‘Goodnight,’ Liam says hesitantly into the darkness, after a long sleepy pause that stretches out like warm toffee. He turns his head on the pillow, so he’s facing Theo in the dark.

He feels Theo nestle further into the bed, his hair flopping onto their shared pillow. Then, finally, softly, ‘Goodnight,’ Theo murmurs, and Liam feels him turn, too, facing Liam across the bed.

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

There ain't a drop of bad blood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53089477 by Stranger_Hell “I didn’t mean for this to happen. He was going to kill me if I didn’t protect myself. I didn’t want to kill him. I thought I could hurt him so I’d have enough time to get away. I swear to the Moon that I never wanted his blood on my hands. Even though he threatened my dad, I didn’t mean for him to die. You’ve got to believe me Der. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” After a worrying voicemail and the pack bond to Stiles lighting up with pain and desolation, Derek and his betas head to Beacon Hills to find out what's been going on in their absence. Noah calls Peter for help with Stiles and once the pack arrives he calls the rest of their family to deal with the fall out of Scott kicking Stiles out of his pack. Words: 4582, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, Cora Hale, Melissa McCall, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Theo Raeken, Donovan Donati, Jordan Parrish Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Sheriff Stilinski Additional Tags: Stiles Stilinski is Pushed Out of Scott McCall's Pack, Stiles Stilinski is Part of Derek Hale's Pack, Werewolf Mates, Mates, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Post-Episode: s05e05 A Novel Approach (Teen Wolf TV), Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Spark Stiles Stilinski, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Peter Hale, Protective Derek Hale, Protective Allison Argent, Allison Argent & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Allison Argent Lives, Past Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Erica Reyes Lives, Vernon Boyd Lives, Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Vernon Boyd & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Stiles Stilinski & Jackson Whittemore Friendship, Past Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Kanima-Werewolf Jackson Whittemore, Allison Argent & Stiles Stilinski Are Siblings, Protective Erica Reyes, Protective Vernon Boyd, Protective Isaac Lahey, Protective Jackson Whittemore, Hale Pack 2.0, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Scent Marking, Protective Jordan Parrish, Hellhound Jordan Parrish, Deputy Jordan Parrish, Jordan Parrish & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Emotionally Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Speaks Polish, noah stilinski speaks Polish, peter hale speaks polish, Good Peter Hale read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53089477

[bamboozledbird]

𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥 // stiles stilinski imagine

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, fem!reader, Theo Raeken, background Liam Dunbar Pairing: Stiles x Reader, Stiles x You (no use of y/n) Word Count: 2.8k Tags: angst, emotions, and feelings. oh my. is theo just flirting to drive stiles insane, i can neither confirm or deny, also if you listen to halloween while you read this don’t clock me Warnings: canon-typical violence/gore, descriptions of drowning, sad boiy hours

Request: #7 from the prompt list you just reblogged with stiles pleeeeeeaaaase and thank you wit all my love on top A/N: you know angst is the way to my heart. thank you so much for the request, and i wholeheartedly accept your love xx

It’s quiet at night. There aren’t many things you like about living in a small town, but the quiet, the stars, the sweet glow of lightning bugs in the summer—those things are pretty nice. Normally, you wouldn’t take a shortcut through the Perserve, not after everything that’s happened over the last couple of years, but there’s just something about a warm august evening that makes everything feel okay again, like you’re still seven and the only monsters you’re afraid of are the ones you read about in books. It’s so hard to find her now, that little girl with missing teeth, the innocence of running through the trees and splashing in rain puddles. She’s been covered up with so much ugliness, so much blood, so much grief. 

You sigh and check your phone. It’s late, but not too late to skip your detour across the splintering bridge over the creek. It’s out of your way, but the cicadas are calling, the breeze is ruffling your hair, and you’re taken hostage by another bout of nostalgia.

Cold Creek Bridge is an old, rickety thing, a health hazard you’d discovered with Scott and Stiles a decade ago after you managed to slip away from three sets of overbearing parents. The wood is still riddled with water damage, rotting in several places, and the structural integrity has always been far too precarious for little kids to be playing on—but that hardly mattered to the three of you when there were rocks to throw and the perfect climbing tree on the other side of it.

You end up sitting on the bridge, dirty sneakers by your side, and your feet dangling over the edge. A little content sigh slips through your lips as you close your eyes, leaning back against your palms. For a moment, you just listen to the soft music of cicadas rattling and an owl cooing at her chicks. 

“You look the same.”

You flinch at the strange voice and whip your head towards the sound of the intruder. It takes a second to place his face—it’s been eight years after all, and he’s only been back for a few days. “Theo,” you breathe, relaxing your grip on your keys. A pretty sorry excuse for a weapon, especially against a werewolf, but it was all you had: three stubby metal claws. A tiny wolverine—you grin a little at the thought and then tilt your head, “I’d like to think that I’ve changed a little since the fourth grade.”

Theo drops down next to you—a bit closer than you’d like, but you’re trying to give him the benefit of the doubt for Scott’s sake—and smiles at you. It’s so charming, blinding almost, even in the low light of dusk, and you can see why people want to believe him. You can also see why Stiles doesn’t. “You look the same when you’re concentrating.” He leans forward and gently taps his finger just above the bridge of your nose, “You still get that little wrinkle right here.” You blink for a moment, and his finger lingers. His smile softens, “And you’re still the prettiest girl in the room.”

You’re almost too surprised to be flustered. Almost. The back of your neck warms as you rest your cheek against your kneecap, “I’m the only girl in the room.”

Theo laughs, and you like the sound. It’s been a while since you’ve heard anyone laugh, longer since you made them. You can’t remember when everything went so wrong—was it when Ally died? When Stiles was possessed? When he broke up with you after you finally got him back? Maybe, it went all the way back to the night Scott was bitten. It doesn’t really matter, you think; it wouldn’t change anything now. Theo shifts, and he’s so close you can feel the warmth radiating from his thigh, “Prettiest girl in any room. I always thought so, but I was too chickenshit to say it.”

You scoot back a little so that you can turn to face him, mouth twisted up in suspicion. The girl he remembered, the girl you were, she’d believe him—the girl you are has seen too much to take a charming boy at his word. You lick your lips and flush when he tracks the movement of your tongue. His eyes are a confusing color, like they can’t decide if they’re actually blue or green. Either way, they’re unrelenting. Swallowing, your gaze darts to the wooden slats below, and you finally notice the white flowers beside him. “Those are pretty,” you nod towards the blossoms, “lilies, right?”  

Theo lifts the bouquet and strokes the delicate petals with a light touch, studying the yellow center pensively, “They were my sister’s favorite.”

You look down at the water, watching the surface ripple, with your bottom lip tucked behind your teeth. It looks so peaceful now. You can’t see the bottom, and the water winks at you with its slow trickle and the glimmer of moonlight. It’s difficult to imagine someone dying here. You reach for Theo’s hand and rest yours on top of his, “It must be hard. Coming back here.”

Theo nods and tosses the lilies into the creek. Neither of you say anything as you watch them float downstream like little white ghosts. You’re struck with the image of Ophelia drowning in a river with wildflowers clutched in her hand. It’s marginally better than picturing a little girl gasping for air through blue lips, flailing under water until the last bubble pops. You let Theo turn his hand over and lace your fingers together, and for a while all you can hear is the sound of your breathing—and then a branch snaps and a solid thud follows. 

Stiles spills out of a thicket of trees, and Liam trails after him with his hands fisted in his sweatshirt pocket and his lips curled into a small pout. 

“What the hell are you doing out here?” you hiss, but Stiles isn’t looking at you—not exactly. He’s staring at your hand interwoven with Theo’s, a blank expression on his face. You snatch your hand back and push yourself to your feet, “Are you following me?”

Liam’s head swivels back and forth between you and Stiles like a parakeet with an anxiety disorder, and Stiles…Stiles is still looking at your hand like it’s covered in blood. You shove it into the pocket of your jacket and fumble for your tennis shoes. When you look down, Theo is already there like something straight out of a fairytale—on his knee, dirty Nike in hand, smiling at you like he knows you’re going to say yes. “I think he’s following me this time,” Theo says, gently guiding your foot into your sneaker. “What do I have to do to get you to trust me, Stiles?” 

“Getting your hands off of her would be a start,” Stiles snaps, nostrils flaring. You shoot him a pointed glare, but he’s still avoiding your gaze. 

Theo holds his hands up in surrender and then gets to his feet, wiping the dirt off of his jeans, “I didn’t know you two were a thing. That’s my bad, man.”

“We’re not,” you say brusquely, and Stiles clenches his fists by his sides. It’s been so long since you’ve referred to you and Stiles as a we, in any context. It feels a little like heartburn, knowing that now the only thing tying you to him is your memory. Your history. What you were. It’s all past-tense—it’s all over. Has been for well over a year, and sometimes it still hurts exactly the same way it did the day he left. Crippling, paralyzing, so heavy it sent you to the bathroom floor with his t-shirt in your hands.

You never ended up washing it. You kept meaning to for the first few months, but it smelled like him—like cedar and the first grade, like sneaking in through windows and sleeping next to a warm body—like another memory you didn’t want to erase with laundry detergent. It doesn’t smell like much of anything now, hidden in the depths of your closet behind all the other things you try to forget, and you can’t quite decide if that’s worse than lavender soap. 

Theo flickers his gaze between the two of you, something sharp in his eyes that makes them more green than blue, and then he smiles at you, “Clearly, you’ve got some discussing to do. I’ll take the little squirt home.” Liam squawks when Theo places his hands on his shoulders, something about falling in a hole, and you forget to be worried when Stiles jams his hands into his hoodie and turns around to leave. 

You’re tempted to let him, eyes heavy from lack of sleep and chronic stress, but you end up snarling, “What the fuck is your problem?”

Stiles freezes. You can’t see his face, but his shoulders tense and the muscles in his back go taut, “My problem? What’s my problem?” He whips around, and he’s breathing heavily in front of you before you can blink, “I’m not the one cuddling up to a potential psychopath.” 

Your breath falls in uneven, shallow pants once you register how close he is. You can count his eyelashes, so unfairly long and dark, and you think about waking up in a cold sweat to freckled skin smooshed against your neck. On sticky summer nights, it’d been almost insufferable, the way his body chased yours in his sleep—now, it’s one of the things you miss the most. Swallowing, you take a step back and wince when the wooden railing bumps directly against your spine, “I can't help but find it terribly funny that you think you’re in any position to give me dating advice.”

Stiles clenches his jaw, the muscles in his neck jumping under the strain, and looks off into the forest. He stays silent for so long you think about shoving past him and calling Lydia for a ride, but his voice cracks through the chirping bugs before you can gather the energy, “You can hate me, but just…don’t trust him.” His eyes are big, desperate, rapidly flickering back and forth between all the nooks and crannies of your face. For a second, it looks like he’s going to reach out for you, but he just wets his bottom lip and shakes his head a little, “Please.” 

You blink up at him and then let out a rather indelicate snort, “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say please.”

The corner of his mouth twitches into a wry smile, barely but it’s still there, and he leans against the railing of the bridge, “That can't possibly be true.”

You rest your arm a few inches away from his and smirk at his warped reflection in the creek, “It’s a good look for you. Keep it in rotation.”

Stiles hums a little and picks at some of the faded paint chipping off of a support beam. You tilt your head, watching him struggle with the mouthful of words rolling around his tongue. He rubs his jaw and grips the railing tightly with his other hand, “I want you to be happy. You know that, right? That’s…that’s all I want.”

The confession rests heavily in your stomach like a rotten pit, and you wonder if happy is even possible for you—for any of you. The moment you think things are starting to turn around, everything tends to fall apart. A kanima paralyzes someone, a witch sacrifices some virgins, your possessed boyfriend tries to kill you.  “I don’t hate you,” you finally say, quiet and soft. You sigh and rake your fingers through your hair, “I never hated you.”

Stiles gives you a look and then smiles a little, “Yes you did.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug and turn to face him, “Okay, maybe a little—but just because it’s written in the ex code of conduct. It’s basically the law when you get dumped out of nowhere.”

Stiles blinks at you with round brown eyes, wide and bottomless. They’re glowing in the moonlight, or maybe that’s just him. “You don’t…” he licks his bottom lip and shakes his head slightly, “you really don’t know?”

You give him a minute shrug and dig the toe of your sneaker into a rotting patch of wood, “You never said.”

“I hurt you,” Stiles whispers, throat raw despite the low volume. You look up from the bridge. His eyes are shut tight, and his fists are clenched by his side. You know that it’s a confession—the guilt is written in every wrinkle and tremor—but you don’t quite understand what he’s confessing to.

Your chin tips up a little as your brows knit together, “...when you broke up with me?”

He shakes his head again and winces, lids still squeezed shut, “When I was…you know…I…he—we hurt you. I couldn’t…I couldn’t look at you. I couldn’t touch you without seeing...without remembering what I did." He's so far away from you now, in a place you can't touch, can't even see. He looks so much older than he is, and you want to scream at the unfairness of it all. He would've become a man on his own, eventually. Life crushes everyone eventually, after all, even the people normal childhoods. You know better than most that trauma teaches, and it teaches quickly—but god he would have fucking grown up without it.

"I can still feel it sometimes," he whispers. "The blood—your blood. I remember everything. The heat, the…” he winces as his tongue curls around the next word, slow and pained, like it has to be pulled out of him with forceps and a scalpel, “power.” He looks like he’s going to be sick, and your stomach twists. “I can hear it too, the way you...choked on your blood, fuck—and god your screams. Yours...fucking you of all people. I never thought—I thought that I couldn't hurt you, like it was physically impossible.”

You drift to his side instinctively and rest your hand on his shoulder after a moment of hesitation. He flinches and opens his eyes, gaze lingering on your hand. The intensity is different this time. Your hand isn’t dripping blood, now it’s holy, his only salvation—but his expression darkens when his eyes trail the length of your arm and land on the puckered, jagged line running over your collarbone. It’s cut off by the neckline of your tank-top, but you both know it continues across your breast. Stiles’s hand trembles in the air and then drops to his side, “You still have the scar.”

Your fingers trace along the line of knitted skin. The nerves are still dead, severed with a blade and pale hands. You can’t feel the sensation of your fingertips brushing over it, but you know it’s there—that it will always be there. It’s a permanent reminder of the worst day of your life, but you’re certain that Stiles wouldn’t guess the right one. “It doesn’t hurt,” you whisper, taking his hand and placing it over your chest, “and remembering doesn’t either. Not anymore.” You don’t have nightmares about Void, at least, not in the last few months. You’re past all that, have been for a while now—but you’ll always be haunted by the way Stiles looked at you after he came back and the numbness after he left a few weeks later.

Stiles’s fingers tremor when he feels your heartbeat. They stroke over the fading line slowly, almost reverently, and come to stop on the curve of your neck. He cups the lean tendons and presses this thumb against the knobs of your spine, “It hurts me.” His lashes flutter against his cheeks for a moment before he closes his eyes, “All the memories do.”

Shuddering, your head tips forward—seeking the support of his shoulder, but he slips away before you can lean into his warmth. It takes you a few seconds to regain your composure, but eventually you manage to stand up straight. You pull your jacket tighter against your torso and shiver, “I believe you.” Stiles’s brow curves in confusion, and you chew on your bottom lip, “If you think Theo’s hiding something, I believe you.”

He stares at you for a moment that feels infinitely longer than it must actually be, and then something breaks behind his eyes. He looks like he’s about to cry, and you spare his pride by looking down at your shoes. “Why?” Stiles clenches his jaw and rubs at his eyes aggressively with the sleeve of his hoodie, “Why would you…after everything?” 

You search his face until he finally meets your gaze. Your eyes are soft but still resolved, “Because of everything.” Stiles’s lips part and close a few times, and you know the urge to kiss him is as stupid as it is overwhelming, so you give him a little smile and turn to leave.

“He’s telling the truth about one thing,” Stiles says quietly, so quietly you almost miss it as you reach the other side of the bridge. “You are the prettiest girl in any room.”

[ao3feed-malira]

Fate

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/nNftkKW

by Acey_demigirl09

It was fate that brought Isaac and Scott to the adoption center that day. It was fate that assigned Theo Raeken as Liam's tutor. It was fate that makes the two fall head over heels for each other.

But it's also fate that has made their journey of love so hard.

(Story is also found on Wattpad)

Words: 30628, Chapters: 15/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Tracy Stewart, Josh Diaz (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Nolan/Brett Talbot, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt, Gwen/Hayden Romero, Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Human Liam Dunbar, Angst with a Happy Ending, Beta Theo Raeken, How Do I Tag, Non-Canon Relationship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/nNftkKW

[buckyseddie]

Hey Hannah! I am the one who asked about one Theo prompt a while back and something crossed mind - maybe it could help you wrote the fic (without restraining your creativity of course); I saw some amswer you made about his traumas and do you think (I don't know if it's called "headcanon"?) that after his sister died, he can well, still gets on that bridge - but what if he is hydrophobic after witnessing her death? Like fear of drowning? Also, I just thought that he as asthma amd its never addressed either (I guess). Well sorry this is all confusing I am trying to explain myself without sounding dumb and shoving it to your face haha - sorry for my English again! Can't wait to see the prompt and what you'll do with it! Take care dear!

omg, i absolutely LOVE this idea? i've mostly confirmed the ptsd detail as a head-canon, but i'll try my best to discuss the others too in this one! 

theo’s trauma’s

pairings — theo raeken x his trauma

summary — what i think theo’s trauma’s are!

word count — 255 words

warnings — mentions of what theo did in the past, mentions of the dread doctors, theo really just suffering the most, mentions of ptsd, trust issues, night terrors and anxiety, people pleaser complex, serious self-image and self-loathing issues, mentions of fear/phobia of water, and possibly having asthma.

notes — i hope this reaches your expectations! please let me know if you disagree with any of this because i’m really just winging this and i’m hoping that it all makes sense. gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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-he definitely has ptsd. i can’t stress this enough, this man has been through so much to the point that i refuse to believe that he doesn’t have it. 

-he has some serious anxiety. 

-also having nightmares/night terrors due to what he did in the past.

-i feel like he has a people-pleaser complex due to being treated like such a monster that he wants so badly to do whatever he can to prove that he’s a better man.

-now, because of the dread doctors and all the damage they caused, theo has serious trust issues — he can’t trust anyone without thinking they have ulterior motives.

-and because of how much the pack — and god knows who else — treated him for his past mistakes, he’s grown seriously insecure and super angry and hateful towards himself.

-he often goes to the bridge where his sister died. it’s really complicated because he really misses tara a lot, but he also refuses to go into the water because of the memories of watching her die.

-he might even have a serious phobia of fear of water because of the trauma of watching her die before his own eyes as a mere nine year old boy.

-i also think it’s a possibility that he could have asthma — i can’t remember for sure, but i’m pretty sure theo told scott that he helped him through not being able to breathe (i’m not sure if that was because he was having a panic attack or had asthma).

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puppy packs favorite classes:

liam- history

mason- science or math but he probably loves everything

corey- english and i think he’d like art

theo- science specifically biology

nolan- probably english

alec- he doesn’t like school what so ever but possibly music

hayden- i think she would take and like an engineering class or math

brett- probably likes nothing

lori- 100% an english nerd for sure

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theo picks liam up after school and he's ranting about his teachers again when he compares one of them to voldemort and theo frowns bc he can't handle a brand new supernatural creature so he interrupts liam "is it dangerous?" "AND-! ...who? "your teacher, the voldemort. do we have to worry?" liam just stares at him and narrows his eyes bc he can't be serious "what......??" and theo sighs and looks at him as if liam's the crazy one "liam what's a voldemort" what the fuck. "um, does 'harry potter' sound familiar to you??" "no, is he your friend?" and liam seriously considers breaking up with him