Stiles Woke Up In The Middle Of The Night. He Felt A Breath Of Cold Air And He Shivered. He Didnt Usually

Stiles woke up in the middle of the night. He felt a breath of cold air and he shivered. He didn’t usually get cold at night, his boyfriend is a fucking werewolf is like sleeping next to a heater.

But Stiles’s personal heater was not on the bed. Stiles checked the place next to him, but Theo must have left long time ago because the sheets are not even warm anymore.

Stiles got up of bed and went to search for Theo. When he entered the living room Stiles saw him on the sofa.

“Hey, why are you up?” Stiles asked his boyfriend.

“I wasn’t feeling tired anymore so I went to have a snack and I didn’t want to wake you up” The Chimera responded.

“Mmm” Stiles muttered. “Nightmare?” The human asked knowing already what the answer would be.

Theo huffed a humourless laugh. “Sometimes I wonder who has the ability to read the other one’s heartbeat, I can never lie to you” Theo said in a sad tone.

“That bad?” Stiles asked worriedly. Theo was right Stiles knew him better than anyone.

Theo looked at Stiles, his eyes showed that he had been crying.

“I’ll be fine” Theo assured his lover.

“You know you can wake me, right? In fact, you know you have to wake me up when this happens?” Stiles said sitting next to Theo to confort him.

“Yeah I know... it’s just... you didn’t sign up for this... I-I don’t want you to think that I’m a nuisance” Theo admited.

“How stupid can you be? What about me huh? Am I not a ‘nuisance’? I’m the most annoying person in the world, and I’m always worrying you jumping into danger and doing stupid things; you always put up with everything. Theo I want to help you because I love you, so let me help you.” Stiles proclaimed.

Theo smiled at his boyfriend. “I love you too” he said.

Stiles lean on to peck the Chimera on the lips. “Come on, let’s go to bed” the human said cocking his head towards the bedroom.

Theo breathed out and followed his boy. Stiles cuddled him and Theo felt calm enough to sleep.

Theo woke up one morning and to his surprise the space next to him on the bed was empty. He rapidly checked to see if Stiles was home or not. He located the human on the living room.

When he went to meet him he found him ‘sleeping on the sofa’. Theo could only laugh at the sight, he remembered what happened last moth when he had a nightmare.

“So... I have to wake you up, but you don’t?” Theo asked Stiles in a playfull manner.

But Stiles didn’t answer.

Theo rolled his eyes in a fond way. “I know you are not sleeping Stiles, your heartbeat is too fast to be asleep.” The Chimera said.

Stiles grunted.

“So...what happened, nightmare?” Theo asked.

“Insomnia” Stiles responded opening his eyes to meet Theo’s.

“Wake me up next time, I want to help you too” Theo said sincerely.

“I know... but there’s really nothing to do when I’m like this... I just can’t sleep and you looked so peaceful...” Stiles argued.

“I can think of various activities we can engage in to make you tired” the chimera said suggestively.

Stiles huffed a laugh. Theo smirked at him.

“Do you think we actually work good together because we are kinda similar?” Theo asked getting closer to his boyfriend.

Stiles gazed at the chimera curiously. “Maybe, you get me better than anyone else” Stiles said.

“Yeah same here” Theo claimed.

The pair intertwined their hands looking fondly at the other.

“I’ll make breakfast, what do you think of waffles?” Theo said.

“Mmm, Stiles loves!” Stiles said happily.

“Me or the waffles?” Theo asked seductively.

Stiles huffed a laugh and kissed his boyfriend full on the lips.

Kaidan, that booty be poppin, Alenko. Amirite?

Din: *Sigh*

This was so good! Your description of the mind space and how the memories constantly shifted was great, 10/10!

Wake Up

Rating: T

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationship: Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Theo Raeken, Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Magic, ER, Kind of mental issues, T is for Tara dying in the background

Words: 4991

Status: Complete

Summary: Stiles had screwed everything up. So now it was up to Stiles to fix it. To wake Theo up.

Notes: Re-using an old tumblr post of mine (I can’t find it, thanks, tumblr) with the scene that stuck in my head ad turning it into, well, this (apparently, 5k words long). You can read it on Ao3:3 Enjoy!

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Theo was not waking up. Stiles didn’t know how or why this happened and that wasn’t even the point.

The point was that Theo was not waking up. Obviously.

Well, okay, maybe Stiles knew how and why this happened. It might have been a mistake. Possibly on his part. There was a chance that he screwed with magic he should have never even thought about touching, but he is a curious fellow, he just wanted to try it out, it seemed so intriguing and new and shiny, and the book was simply left there, unattended, begging to be read and put to use, and who was he to stop himself from new experience and much-needed practice while things were quiet? Plus, he didn’t ask anyone to get involved, he was going to be fine by himself. And, anyway, it was a week ago, why would anyone remember that? It was going to be all right.

Except it really wasn’t, was it? Stiles’ tender pale fragile human body wouldn’t have survived the blow, so Theo’s surprisingly dumb and rushed and absolutely not thought-through intervention was suspiciously resembling something divine.

And still.

All of this wasn’t the point. Yes, Theo’s not-so-human body survived it.

But the point was that Theo was not waking up.

And Stiles couldn’t just wait around anymore. It’s been so long, he wasn’t even sure how long exactly anymore. The whole fucking week or month or whatever of Deaton chewing him out for getting where he wasn’t supposed to go and telling him that they need more research before they take any action to try to fix the damage. The whole fucking week or month or whatever of Scott trying to be supportive but failing miserably because he can’t seem to be able to find his love for humanity for Theo now. The whole fucking week or month or whatever of Malia weirdly circling around like, well, a coyote waiting to attack. Of Lydia being as sympathetic as she could and so beyond annoying. Of everyone walking on eggshells around him and being very judgmental at the same time, since it has been his screw-up that landed Theo wherever he was now.

From where he was not waking up.

And Stiles just missed his boyfriend. The irritating little touches all the time. The just bearable heat nearby at night. The random ridiculous flirting, the occasional research session, the snark remarks, the constant bickering and confusing fights about nothing. Just the generally calming and kind of infuriating presence. Hell, even the little face Theo made when he was confronted with the need to eat rabbit. Stiles didn’t know what the story was, but he knew for sure there was one, and he very much wanted to figure it out. And he would be damned if he didn’t have the chance because of his own inability not to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong.

Because Theo was not waking up.

Stiles had screwed everything up. So now it was up to Stiles to fix it.

To wake Theo up.

That’s how he found himself on the floor in front of Theo’s bed on his knees, lighting up candles, with the same fucking book beside him. If Theo wasn’t coming to him, he was coming to Theo.

For a moment, Stiles looked up at the bed. Theo was there, unmoving, breathing slowly, seemingly asleep. Like he had been the whole week or month or whatever. Not waking up. Not reacting. Just breathing. So peaceful – so unnatural for Theo. Peaceful was not his thing, even asleep, and seeing him like this was heartbreaking and deeply annoying. Why did he get to be so calm and almost cozy in a way while Stiles here was going crazy with worry and nerves and guilt?! How did he manage to get on Stiles’ nerves by just lying there? For once, lying as in inclining his body in a horizontal position, not the other definition. It must be some kind of special talent one gets born with. And Stiles was going to put an end to it.

He grimaced at Theo. He wasn’t going to enjoy his peace for long now, the bastard.

Stiles took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a second, then put the book on his knees and started the ritual.

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Stiles is Allison’s half-brother, on their Father’s side. Stiles was brought up by his Mother and Step-Father, until his Mum died and Noah supported him, Allison was brought up by the Argent family, away from Stiles. Even miles apart, they were inseparable and when reunited, it only got madder. (For @celestallison)

no place for promises

chapter 26: a devil crept in

Warnings: / (heed tags for further information) You can read it on AO3

“Fantastic, now that we’ve caught up on all the reasons I should’ve stayed in London, tell me something good,” Jackson says, plucking a few chips out of the bag Danny offers him. “How’s the lacrosse team doing?” Yes, of course. The only good news coming out of Beacon Hills would be them succeeding at lacrosse. He’s going to have a rude awakening.

Brett snorts out a laugh. But it seems like karma has it out for all of them at the moment. The laugh turns into a violent cough when he chokes on his very own spit. His cheeks flush, hopefully with both embarrassment as well as from the coughing, and he leans forward. Worrying about him potentially choking to death isn’t exactly high on anyone’s agenda after he flicks Isaac off, who, to be fair, doesn’t do anything to hide his own amusement. 

With a smile, Stiles pats Brett’s head. “Karma’s a bitch.” 

Promptly Brett flips him the bird as well. 

Lydia chuckles, Jackson snorts, and Theo shifts in front of the couch. His shoulder bumps against Stiles’ leg, and he frowns, scrolling through his phone for what seems like nothing in particular. He’s been disconcertingly quiet since he was allowed to re-enter and subsequently stay inside the flat. Stiles doubts it has anything to do with Jordan asking for peace and quiet so he can get some sleep before his night shift. Instead, it feels as if he’s observing from his spot in front of the couch next to Stiles’ legs, assessing what Danny and Jackson’s return might mean for his plans.

“Is he saying you’re getting your ass kicked?” Danny stares at them. “You have two werewolves and a kitsune on your team.”

“How do you suck so bad?” Jackson adds in disbelief. 

“It’s a talent,” Brett says between coughing and trying to catch his breath. 

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