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no place for promises
chapter 16: Plan B
Warnings: / (heed tags for further information) You can read it on AO3 as well.
The room plunges into silence. Ice cold. Suffocating. A silence that’s wrapping a tight fist around his throat. “Me?” Stiles croaks eventually feeling smothered under the heat in Brett’s blue eyes, in a face that’s been carefully controlled in the last few days. Seeing the real Brett peeking through the curtains is almost as terrifying as the confession – because everything Stiles can see is white-hot anger. For as long as he can think he’s learned that anger makes a wonderful breeding ground for horrific decisions.
Like leaving someone behind in a tunnel while he was paralysed – and with a giant beast as well as the Dread Doctors roaming through Beacon Hills.
Stiles can’t tell how anger could influence Brett’s decisions.
“Not you,” Brett snarls curling his fists around the bar on the lower end of the bed, “I can take you out if I want to.”
Isaac raises to his feet. “Zip it.”
Theo stiffens next to him, sits up straight. The air of nonchalance surrounding him vanishes completely.
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Or perhaps in Slytherin You’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To archieve their ends They are known at school for being Hogwarts’ newest troublemakers. After years and years of peace, the professors have their hands full with chaos errupting right under their noses. It is, however, never directed at the students at large. Instead, they are targeting each other. Since day one, Theo Raeken and Stiles Stilinski have it out for each other. If anything, they are one of the most cunning, ambitious and determined Slytherins the staff has seen in a long time - and yet, whenever they think they finally have them cornered, they are left with nothing to use for a potential punishment. Neither Stiles nor Theo has ever ended up in detention. Instead of losing housepoints, they are gaining more than enough to secure the house cup at the end of every year. Deadly loyal to the other Slytherins, they make sure that not a single one of their plans could ever endanger their house. They want to finally get rid the terrible reputation. They want Slytherin to be the best in everything. But with the Ravenclaw Lydia Martin in their year, it’s next to impossible. While Theo is being top of the class in potion and Stiles can’t be dethroned in Defence Against the Dark Arts, Lydia is the best witch at school. Stiles decides that if he cannot defeat her, he’s going to becomes friends with her. How fast they click and become inseperaple is almost eery. Yet in his sixth year, the fun little pranks turn dangerous. Theo vehemently claims that it’s not his fault, and although Stiles pretends to hate him (he’s not having a crush on the guy, all right? “Shut up, Lydia!”), he’s inclined to believe him. When Lydia gets hurt, Stiles is ready to hex the culprit into the next century. One day, a Gtyffindor dies, and he won’t be the only one. The school is on high alert - and the evidence points to Theo and Stiles. Every single Slytherin is on their side as well as Lydia Martin and most of the teachers, but the other students are sure they’re guilty. After all, they’re Slytherins and everyone knows that those are evil.
no place for promises
chapter 17: two truths and a lie
Warnings: / (heed tags for further information) You can read it on AO3 as well.
When he wraps his fingers around the katana, Stiles expects the same sense of right he felt when he picked up the branch. It doesn’t. Instead, his body is flooded with uncertainty – most likely because it terrifies him. His hand-to-eye coordination used to lack phenomenally. But that probably changed now as well. As he lifts the katana from the table, his attention shifts back to the corner next to the door where Satomi and Brett have been quietly discussing ever since they’ve entered a room downstairs – it probably was supposed to be used as a home gym, but the Yukimuras repurposed it – fifteen minutes ago. Neither of them looks truly furious but there’s a tang of irritation hanging in the air like a thin cloud on an otherwise bright summer’s day.
“Wanna know what they talk about?” Theo slides up next to him, voice inconspicuously quiet and close enough that their shoulders almost touch.
Stiles puts the katana back down. It catches the too bright light from the ceiling. Stiles frowns. It’s the type of weird lightning that gives him a headache. Not too bad, just enough to be irritating.
“No,” he replies eventually. It’s none of his business. Whatever it is they disagree about, he doesn’t have to know about it. He rolls his shoulders, glances over at Jordan who remains quiet in his own corner but his eyes are wary as they follow the chimeras movements.
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New Chapter of keep on keeping on! Go show it some love, I worked for months to get it out ❤️
i made a thing
Title: it started with a worksheet
Author: emsmittens (me!)
Pairing: Theo/Stiles (Steo)
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2,521
Stiles was just minding his own business, completing a chemistry worksheet, when Theo crashes into his life and Jackson is smiling more than usual.
One-shot!
no place for promises
chapter 18: precaution
Warnings: mentions of underage drinking You can read it on AO3 as well.
“Who?” Too many questions circle around in his head but somehow that’s the one he chose to go with first. It’s not that he’s that desperate to tell two poor boys their families – family? Are they twins? Did they grow up together? Do they know about each other? – and happy lives are based on a giant secret, and that their biological father is actually a lunatic and serial killer and werewolf. Out of all the confessions, the latter even the worst one.
Brett raises a brow. “Who ‘who’?”
This is not the time to fuck around. Not even a little bit. “His sons,” Stiles stresses jabbing the fork in the other boy’s direction. The curly fry goes flying, bounces off Brett’s cup and lands in the sea of ketchup. They both ignore it. “Who are his sons?” Two Hales being let loose in the world is a terrible idea, especially if they are Peter Hale’s children. They probably only have to follow the path of destruction, sass, and designer clothes.
Brett tosses two fries into his mouth with a shrug. “I don’t know.” He swallows assessing the curly fry on his plate like he’s witnessing blasphemy, then returns his attention back to Stiles. “My mom was the secret keeper.” His gaze jumps outside for two deeps breaths. His lips curls slightly. His jaw sets. A moment later, he looks back at Stiles. “She died with the truth.” For the flicker of a second, Brett’s eyes gloss over and he closes them, squeezes them shut. It’s a far too familiar feeling, scraping, burning, emptying. Brutal. All consuming.
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Having been neighbours since they were little, Kira and Stiles grew up together and couldn’t be closer. But when Claudia died a year after her husband was fatally wounded during work, Stiles was about to end up in foster care. Ken and Noshiko couldn’t let that happen. Despite knowing how hard it is to raise a kitsune, and especially a nogitsune, they take him in and raise him alongside Kira as if he’s their own son.
Even after almost ten years of training, Stiles has trouble to control his fox and creates chaos wherever he goes. Feeling bad about being the reason for moving so much, Stiles offers to become emancipated. Neither Noshiko nor Ken wants to hear anything about that, and the small family ends up in Beacon Hills, a small town in which a close friend of Noshiko’s lives. With her aid, they hope to help Stiles get the control he needs.
Little did they know that the town has its very own beacon for chaos and the supernatural. Sticking together like glue, Kira and Stiles manoeuvre their way around school, try to stay out of the way of a pack of hunters and don’t start anything with the local packs. It’s stressful and not really helping Stiles’ situation. Throw in a not-quite werewolf who is far too confident and doesn’t hide his interest in him, and the mess is perfect.
Wolf!Theo and Fox!Stiles.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21732748
This is amazing! It would be great if Theo and Stiles had a happy ending. The end of Bioshock: Infinite was really sad.
The seed of the prophet shall sit the throne, and drown in flame the mountains of man. - Bioshock Infinite
With fourteen, Theo looked for help on the wrong side of town. The help was granted but the price was high. Five years later, Theo is tasked with a simple thing - there’s a boy locked in a large tower, get him out and bring him back. In return, he will be absolved of everything he owes the people who helped him in the first place.
The job sounds challenging, not impossible. Little does he know that the boy’s prison is located in a city in the sky. The people living there are following a blind man calling himself a prophet who has, for years and years, prepared that someone would come and take away their spark. Sure that the prophet is nothing more than a mad man, Theo goes through with breaking out the boy who introduces himself as Stiles and is oddly excited about seeing the world. But even before they set foot out of the tower, all hell is breaking loose.
Between highly trained soldiers, maniacs and the way out of the city blocked, Theo thinks about abandoning the whole mission. But whenever he’s talked himself into it, he looks at Stiles and he just can’t. The guy doesn’t know this world. This bloodshed isn’t his fault. And he can hardly defend himself. It also helps that he’s nice to look at.
All of that, however, changes when he learns why Stiles has been living in this tower his whole life, and when things turn dire, Stiles begs Theo to give him his word that, in case anyone wants to take him back, he’ll kill him.
It’s a promise Theo breaks.
The Bioshock Infinite AU nobody asked for.
Stiles gets it. He’s single, his dad is working and Lydia is out of town with her mother - who better to go on a stakeout on New Year’s Eve than him? Scott wants to celebrate with Kira, all romantic and shit, and Liam is going to a party with Hayden, Mason, and Corey. There’s not really anybody else left who’d bother with a chore like that.
Well, nobody aside from Theo who is just as fucked and lonely as Stiles.
It’s not exactly how he imagined his evening to turn out. Going into the new year with Theo next to him, sitting in his car in the middle of the woods until Scott relieves them in the early morning hasn’t been on his mind. Then again, it’s probably still better than being by himself on a day like this.
Theo, to his surprise, comes prepared with fireworks and vodka. He calls it a peace offering. Stiles doesn’t trust any of it, but when the night grows older and nothing at all is happening, he accepts his fate. Before he knows it, the night takes yet another unexpected turn. He probably should’ve anticipated something like that since Theo isn’t particularly subtle, and Stiles’ resistance has been dwindling in the last few weeks - since the day Theo almost kissed him during yet another stakeout the two suffered through together to be exact.
no place for promises
chapter 21: bad blood
Warnings: violence You can read it on AO3
When Donovan turns away for whatever reason, Stiles has no intention of waiting to see if this is either a ruse or if he’s about to change his mind. If the guy gives him an opening, the appropriate response is to take it. Sure, Stiles isn’t always known for sensible decisions seeing that he has attacked his fair share of supernatural creatures much stronger than him with a baseball bat, but how does the saying go? Even a broken clock is right twice a day. Couldn’t fit him any better. With the amount of terrible ideas he has on a regular basis, he’s gotta luck out now and then. He just has to find Brett or Isaac or Liam. One of them will do the trick. At least until Donovan knows how strong he really is. Which he hopefully hasn’t figured out since their last unfortunate encounter.
Stiles glances over his shoulder, just to make sure Donovan doesn’t prepare to jump him because he turned away like an idiot. He can’t believe he’s that lucky. Here he thought he jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. Ha, suck on that, karma.
But it seems as if Donovan does know people here. In fact, he’s talking to the dude who gave Stiles the drugs. Oh , oh no. For some reason, it never occurred to him that it’s not impossible to have friends from other schools. Lori is friends with Hayden and Sydney. Brett is on his best way to become buddies with him. Why did it never occur to him that Donovan has friends, even some who are still going to high school? The guy is two years older than Stiles. He graduated last year. Of course , he knows people his age.
Fuck.
Fuck .
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Another year ends and Stiles is alive once again. It’s weird huh. He is grateful that he is alive and all he wants for next year is for him and his loved ones to stay alive as well. The perks of living in a supernatural town. Your priorities change.
I’m New Year’s Eve Stiles comes back home from the FBI training to spend it with his dad and the pack. He is very happy to see everyone. Scott imformes him that tonight they are all going to go an celebrate at Sinnema.
It may be stupid, but the idea of going to a club to dance and spend time with his friends appeals to Stiles very much. It surely is because when they were teenagers they didn’t do things like that. They chased supernatural creatures that wanted to kill people and create chaos.
Stiles arrived to the club and they were all waiting for him. Scott, Malia, Lydia, Liam, Mason, Corey and Theo. Stiles is surprised to see Theo there. If you look from a distance you just see a group of friends ready to party. You will probably never guess that one of them tried to kill and destroy the rest.
Scott assured that Theo was changing. Stiles is not convinced though, he will keep and eye on the Chimera to see how he acts.
They proceed to go to the club and everything is full of confetti and lights, the music is so loud it hurts your ears. Everyone stars to dance, party and drink. Deaton has told them that asmall quantity of wolfsbane can make the werewolfs drunk. And they sure are enjoying the experience.
Stiles is a little tipsy himself. But he doesn’t wanna get drunk. He wants to remember this little moments.
While stiles is leaning on the wall someone speaks in his ear “Are you ok? You seem too serious to be at a party?” The someone is Theo, who looks at him playfully with a smirk on his face.
“You’re here right? I have to be alert in case you decide to fullfil your plan on destroying the pack” Stiles said in a low voice, knowing that Theo can hear him.
“Stiles I’m not going to hurt anyone, I’m trying to change my ways. I’m not going to be a goodie goodie like Scott, but you better that anyone should know that having someone like me in the pack is... let’s just say... useful.” Theo said getting closer to Stiles.
Stiles has to admit that is true. Scott wants to save everyone and is the right thing to do. But sometimes the pack is going to need someone to do the dirty work. Theo is the perfect candidate.
“I really want to belong Stiles, I’m tired to be alone. May be I can be a pack animal after all.” Theo murmured to Stiles.
Stiles looked at him in the eyes. They seem sincere. But Stikes has been tricked by those beautiful eyes before. ‘Trick me once shame on you, trick me twice shame on me’ Stiles mind repeated.
Midnight was getting closer Stiles went to get with the rest of the pack to dance some more. But when he separated from the wall that he had been using to hold his weight, he almost fell on the floor. Lucky for him Theo managed to catch him.
“Woah there Stiles, you didn’t look that drunk” Theo said while helping him up.
“I’m not, I guess I’m still clumsy...” Stiles responded. “I think I’m going to take some air” Stiles said gesturing with his hand that the room was really warm. Theo nodded and took Stiles’s hand pulling him towards the exit door.
When Theo took Stiles’s hand Stiles felt a spark. ‘Huh, I guess werewolfs still get static electricity’ Stiles tought to himself.
Once outside they seat on the pavement. “Do you want me to call Lydia?” Theo asked with a worried face.
“Lydia? Why would you call Lydia?” Stiles asked in a surprised tone.
“You guys are dating right?” Theo responded. “You didn’t dance much with her, but I guessed it’s because you don’t want to make everyone else uncomfortable” Theo added to the previous answer.
“Oh... no... we’re are not together anymore...” Stiles said looking at his hands. It had been painful when they broke up. They discovered that they loved each other, but their love was more platonical. When they kissed there was no passion there. Stiles wanted passion, he wanted fireworks.
“Oh... well I’m sorry...” Theo said uncomfortably. “It must have been hard, you’ve had a crush on her since forever” Theo looked at him with an indescriptible look in his eyes.
“Yeah well, not that you will know... since you have never been in love.” Stiles said trying to change the topic and stop talking about him.
“Wrong, I have graduated in long unrequited crushes just like you” Theo said looking at the Sky. Stiles looked too. There were many stars tonight, it looked beautiful.
“You can’t be serious, did you fall in love with someone the dread doctors captured too?” Stiles asked. He has a curious nature, you can’t blame him.
Theo struggled next to him, he seemed a little bit uncomfortable. Oh Stiles was going to push to know. ‘This is good for the pack’ Stiles thought, this way I can see if Theo has really change.
“No... I had a crush before leaving Beacon hills. He was a friend of mine back then.” Theo responded, still looking at the sky.
Stiles stopped to think about what Theo said. Before leaving Beacon Hills he didn’t have many friends...
“OMG! Scott!?!?” Stiles screamed and grabbed Theo’s arm.
“What!?” Theo asked starlet.
“Your crush!!” Stiles insisted
“No! You idiot, Why would you think that!?” Theo asked with a horrified face.
“Because you were friends! He was nice to you, I can see little Theo crushing on Scott” Stiles responded.
“No, no, I didn’t like Scott that way. My crush was a trouble maker. I loved that about him. He was considered to be annoying, but I loved his curious nature. He was loyal and he always protected his loved ones. He was a total Prince Charming in my eyes.” Theo said this time looking at Stiles in the eyes.
Stiles heart started beating fast. Stiles really looked at Theo. Stiles couldn’t deny that he was breathtaking handsome. And right now he looked serious but nervous. The bad boy attitude he always wore like a second skin gone. This was the real Theo. The Theo he once knew.
Stikes doesn’t remember how long they stood there on the pavement looking at each other, but then a loud boom woke them up from their bubble.
“Fireworks” Stiles said looking around. You could hear the people inside the club screaming so loud.
“It seemes we missed midnight, we should go inside and join the rest.” Theo said standing up and offering his hand to help Stiles.
Stikes took the hand and again a spark lighted his body. Theo started to pull both of them towards the door to enter the club but Stiles pulled back.Theo looked at Stiles with confusion.
If you ask Stikes he will tell you that he acted on automatic, he doesn’t remember why he did it or what was he thinking, but he grabbed Theo’s face and kissed him.
Theo made a surprised noise but he joined the kiss. He embraced Stiles putting their bodies close. And they stood there kissing each other with fireworks on the background.
When they broke the kiss Theo smiled at Stiles. “New Years kiss huh?” Theo asked a smirk on this face.
“It’s tradition. You just grabb the first person you see” Stiles said waving his hand and going towards the door.
“Well lucky me I happened to be with you then” Theo said catching up to him at the door.
“Yeah I guess you were” Stiles said in a softly voice. “Come on let’s go look for the rest of the pack” Stiles said being the one this time to take Theo’s hand and squeezing it.
Stiles has a good feeling about this new year.
PD: Happy new year to everyone!
no place for promises
chapter 22: poison and longing
Warnings: mildly dubious consent (heed tags for further information) You can read it on AO3
When Stiles opens his eyes this time, he can’t feel any pain. He doesn’t wake up on the hard tiles of a restroom floor. He wakes up on a couch. Jordan’s convertible couch, to be exact. He recognizes the pillow next to his head. Theo said he’d bring him home. Well, not home but back to where he currently lives. Not that it matters. He’s out, he is safe, and most importantly, he’s healed. There is no blood on his face. Nothing that indicates that Donovan smashed his face into the mirror. There’s no bite wound either. He can feel a bandage around his stomach, but there’s no pain when he feels for something.
He’s only exhausted. His muscles and bones feel as if he’s been running a marathon. Stiles closes his eyes again, shuffles a bit and pulls the blanket tighter around him.
“Stiles?” Hayden asks, her voice ever so soft.
He doesn’t reply or move, keeps pretending to still be asleep. People are not what he wants to deal with right now - even less the chimera pack. If Hayden is here, the rest will be too, and Stiles isn’t up for a discussion or to fight against whatever draws him towards Theo over and over and over again.
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Your cliffhangers are always interesting, but this one takes the cake! Another great chapter!
no place for promises
chapter 22: poison and longing
Warnings: mildly dubious consent (heed tags for further information) You can read it on AO3
When Stiles opens his eyes this time, he can’t feel any pain. He doesn’t wake up on the hard tiles of a restroom floor. He wakes up on a couch. Jordan’s convertible couch, to be exact. He recognizes the pillow next to his head. Theo said he’d bring him home. Well, not home but back to where he currently lives. Not that it matters. He’s out, he is safe, and most importantly, he’s healed. There is no blood on his face. Nothing that indicates that Donovan smashed his face into the mirror. There’s no bite wound either. He can feel a bandage around his stomach, but there’s no pain when he feels for something.
He’s only exhausted. His muscles and bones feel as if he’s been running a marathon. Stiles closes his eyes again, shuffles a bit and pulls the blanket tighter around him.
“Stiles?” Hayden asks, her voice ever so soft.
He doesn’t reply or move, keeps pretending to still be asleep. People are not what he wants to deal with right now - even less the chimera pack. If Hayden is here, the rest will be too, and Stiles isn’t up for a discussion or to fight against whatever draws him towards Theo over and over and over again.
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childhood memories | January 2020
Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke.
- Julian Barnes
Stiles and Theo were inseperable up until the night the Raekens disappeared. They grew up together and made countless of memories, chased rumours in the preserve and made up ghost stories at night. Theo was the calm to Stiles’ storm, and Stiles was the reason Theo left his shell. They were each other’s sanctuary, the home away from home. They had their futures mapped out. They planned to be friends forever. Everything was perfect until it was not. Stiles told his mother about all the things Theo and he had done to whenever she was feeling well enough. Theo came home and told his sister about Stiles every evening. They promised each other that, no matter what happened, they would be friends forever.
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They Both Die At The End
“But no matter what choices we make - solo or together - our finish line remains the same… No matter how we chose to live, we both die at the end.” (x)
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This sounds so cool, can't wait to see where you're taking this prompt!
“A little heads-up,” Theo says, slamming the driver’s door shut, “if we get killed, I’ll break up with you.”
Stiles rolls his eyes. “We both know that’s a big fat fucking lie.” Slinging his backpack over his shoulders, he turns to the cabin they’ll inhabit for the weekend. “Being the possessive little shithead that you are, you’re probably already scheming how to lock me down for all eternity.” It looks smaller than it did on the website. It’s also in desperate need of a renovation. Or eight. Hopefully, the owner didn’t forget to put the key underneath the doormat. Because the other option was leaving the door unlocked for them, and although Stiles is ready to deal with a demon, he’s not ready to find himself face to face with a knife-wielding maniac at the back of beyond in the middle of the night. Theo might be supernatural but he’s a heavy sleeper. A couple weeks ago, Stiles had to kick him five times until he finally got a response. Come to think of it, maybe he ignored him.
The car beeps, and Theo pushes his keys into the pocket of his jacket. “Not if you keep dragging me into bullshit like this for the rest of our lives.”
Celebrating the start of The Bachelor Season in America (I’m from Spain and I can’t explain why I find this show so fascinating. The whole idea of it is so stupid and trashy that you just have to love it 😂). I like to play with different universes so... here comes the STEO BACHELOR AU.
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Theo is chosen to be the newest Bachelor. This season is going to be one for the books as is the first time that the Bachelor likes boys, and therefore if everything goes according to the plan, the show will end with a gay wedding.
Theo is excited, he has always had bad luck when it comes to love. He believes his future husband is waiting for him in that mansion.
Stiles can’t believe what’s about to happen. He never applied to be in the Bachelor. “Damm it Lydia... one thing is to arrange a blind date and another to apply in my name for me to appear on national television” Stiles screamed almost near to hyperventilate.
“Come on Stiles... don’t be such a drama queen, I did this because I love you and I want you to have a good time with a hot boy” Lydia said with a inocent face.
“I don’t need to go to a TV show to have a good time, I’ll just go to a bar!!” Stiles signed. There was no wining against Lydia. “You know that the purpose of this show is to find a fiancé right? I don’t even want to get marry yet!!”
Lydia just stared at his friend. “Look you are competing against 29 people. I will not tolerate for you to be eliminated on the first night, but there is really a very slim chance that you will be the final rose. Besides, this will be good promotion. You are starting a new business as a crime consultant, this is basically free advertisement. Just be yourself you are funny, smart and pretty, the audience is going to love you” Lydia concludes her speech with a pat on his shoulder.
Stiles just accepted his fate and began to consider the advantages that Lydia just mentioned. He has an annoying personality, so even if by some miracle the Bachelor liked his looks, he could just pester him to the point of being sent home.
A month later, the show send him the information of the Bachelor, who has been selected. It was still a secret so Stiles has sworn to silence. He opened the email and Stiles was nervous, what if the guy was completely the opposite of his type. What if he was a total jerk.
When Stiles looked at the picture of his future... lover?... he was left speechless. Oh. Wow. He was hot. Okay maybe hot didn’t even began to cover it. He was the true descendant of Apollo god of beauty. The photo of his profile showed a muscular man, that looked delicious with a suit. His hands, god, Stiles wanted him to press him to the nearest surface. His face... blue eyes and a mouth that promised an exciting time. Yep he is Stiles type, he would totally go for him if he ever met him face to face.
His name was Theodore Allen Raeken. He had the same age as him and he worked as a gym instructor and personal coach, he even trained some celebrities.
“I can totally go in your place Stiles, if you are still unsure about this situation” Mason said looking at the photo on the computer. Liam hit him on the head while rolling his eyes. “Told you, you were going to have a good time” Lydia smiled at Stiles. “Yeah man...bring a fiancé back home” Scott joked laughing. Stiles was determinated to at least get a kiss from the guy before being sent back home. He could do this.
On the first night, both Stiles and Theo were a wreck of nerves. Theo has to meet so many guys who proclaimed to be interested in him. He had to decide who to give the first impression rose. He was sure the majority of the men that came to the show didn’t intend to pursue a relationship, they just wanted the fame and promotion that came with the show. He had to chose carefully. One by one Theo met his suitors but one of the caught his eye for the very first moment that he exited the limo.
Stiles waited in his limo to met Theo (he had spied him on social media, yes, you can’t really blame him, and his friends referred to him as that), he was feeling unsure. ‘Why would a guy like him notice a guy like me’ Stiles tought to himself. When the limo stared to drive towards the mansion, Stiles prepared himself. He excited the limo and looked at Theo who responded with a big smile. ‘God he is gorgeous’ Stiles thought. He was so caught up with Theo that he almost missed the camera man that had be following him to record the meeting. ‘Do not forget this is a TV show! There are going to be cameras an people following you all the time!!’ Stiles’s mind screamed on the inside.
Stiles was clumsy, and if you put obstacles on his way the catastrophe is guaranteed. So yeah he ended up almost crushing Theo. He fell directly into his arms. Thank heavens that Theo is a strong guy or both of them would be kissing the pavement. But maybe not everything is a disaster because Theo grabbed him and looked at Stiles in the eyes. He really looked. What the cameras recorded at that moment was two men holding each other and completely immersed in their bubble.
Theo asked him if he was Ok. Stiles nodded embarrassed and introduced himself as he had rehearsed with the producers of the show. Theo saw a spark in this boy. He was different from the rest. He was imperfect, and he was so perfect because of that. He was clumpsy, and he talked fast and was sarcastic. Theo was captivated.
When Stiles met the rest of the contestants, no one thought of him as real competition. So when he gained the first impression rose, everyone was left astonished. Stiles couldn’t believe it himself. Theo found him interesting.
The show advanced and so did Stiles. Lydia was right by the way, when the show aired, Stiles was the fan favourite. Everyone was rooting for him to win at the different challenges and games that the show created.
With each date Theo fell more and more for Stiles. And so did Stiles. Theo was not all muscle, he had a beautiful brain and their personalities were similar. They really enjoyed the other one’s company. Theo always has a rose reserved to give to Stiles.
Stiles ended up being one of the four last men, which meant that he got the chance to go with Theo to the fantasy suite. The name was cheesy but Stiles was excited to be alone with Theo. No cameras. The fantasy suite was associated with sex and Stiles was waiting for that too if was being honest.
When the door of the suite closed, Theo was on top of Stiles in seconds. Stiles gave in, enjoying every kiss and every touch. He had really fell in love with a man in a realty show.
After they finished their second round, Stiles gained the courage to say to Theo what he needed to say. “Theo” Stiles whispered in the others skin. Theo hummed in content he was on cloud nine. “I need to tell you something” Stiles continued. Theo moved to face his lover. “I... don’t know how to start...” Stiles stumbled on his words.
“Just say it love, you don’t have to keep anything from me” Theo assured Stiles with a smile.
“I don’t want to get married” Stiles blurted out. Theo froze. He felt his heart start to break. He looked at Stiles with a devastated face.
“Why not...?” Theo whispered holding back his tears.
“I feel to young to get marry already. I thought we could try to date in the real world... that is if you chose me in the end... I love you Theo, I would like to give this a try...” Stiles found the words he wanted to share with his loved one. Theo looked at him with a surprised face. ‘God I messed up... of course he wasn’t going to chose me...’ Stiles thought.
Theo grabbed his face. “Say it again” Theo said.
“What” Stiles asked confused.
“Do you really love me? Say it again Stiles please” Theo insisted
Oh. “I do. I love you Theodore Allen Raeken” Stiles proclaimed with a smile.
“I love you too” Theo said and he kissed Stiles. Round three here we come.
Some people will say that the end of this season was not exciting at all. Because the winner was very clear to all the Bachelor fans. But who cares when you get to see true love blossom while sitting in your couch drinking whine and watching TV.
The producers told Theo and Stiles that the show had to end with a proposal. So they came to an agreement. Yes to the engagement, but the wedding will wait.
When Stiles arrived home with a man under his arms everyone was astonished. Lydia proclaimed herself the Best Lady of the future wedding. Stiles didn’t dare to contradict her.
The was no doubt that this season is The Bachelor was a total success.
Saturday morning, Theo wakes up alone in the bed. The sun is up, he overslept but it’s Ok he doesn’t have to work today.
It bothers him though that the bed is empty. The place next to him is not even warm anymore. Theo grunts face on the pillow. Where the heck is his boyfriend. It’s their free day, they were supposed to spent it together, and Theo wanted to start the day in a sexy kinda way.
Theo gets out of bed, and picks up a T-shirt to put on. Stiles must be downstairs probably working on some case with his computer. The sneaky bastard, he promised him no work today.
Theo has to roll his eyes in a find way. He knows he could never be mad with Stiles. If you told Theo five years ago that he would be living with his childhood crush and having a healthy relationship, he would have told you that that’s not him. Theo used to be a person who only seeked power, he didn’t care who would get hurt. His only expection was Stiles, he never wanted to hurt him, but in the end his actions made him the villain in the current FBI agent eyes.
Theo was lucky that he had the chance to prove that he could change, that he still had some good inside him. Stiles eventually saw the good, and he accepted the darkness too. Afterall Stiles also walks in the grey zone. His mother called him mischief not only because it is similar to his real polish name, but also because it suited him.
Theo and Stiles started their relationship in a messy way. There was unresolved sexual tension, indescriptible feelings between hate and love, and fear. Fear of getting hurt. They decided to jump and fall together and it turned out good. The were the perfect match.
While descending the stairs Theo heard music and someone singing. ‘It’s that the frozen song?’ Theo thought.
When Theo entered the saloon he was surprise by the scene him before him.
Stiles was in his pijamas singing like a mad man. Theo could only smile at the stupidity of his love. He was lucky.
Theo waited until the end of the song and hummed out loud to make his presence known. Stiles faced him.
“How long have you been standing there?” Stiles asked
“I think I saw the vast majority of the performance. You should have told me that I was dating a superstar” Theo answer with a smirk, teasing his boyfriend.
Stikes snorted. “Jerk” Stiles said sticking out his tongue.
“How many coffees have you had already?” Theo asked amused.
“I’m not telling you. And you should know better than anyone that I’m a superstar at anything that I do” Stiles claimed.
“You’re absolutetely right” Theo said with a smile grabbing his boyfriend and pulling him into a kiss.
Thank the lord for free days.
Stiles wanders. He often does recently. Through his grandparents’ large house and the forest surrounding it. He wanders dressed in black boots and worn-out jeans, in a t-shirt that doesn’t quite fit and a zip hoodie belonging to somebody else. He feels safe here, protected, at home in the place his mother grew up in until she was ten. Then they moved to the USA because his grandfather received a job offer they couldn’t refuse. Only after his mom’s death, they returned home.
The place almost doesn’t look real. It could be starring in a horror movie or in a kid’s movie about magical boarding schools. It really depends on how your perspective. To Stiles, it’s his home away from home, it’s his mother’s childhood, memories brought to life.
It’s his safe haven.
Stiles whistles. The sound travels through the trees. Leaves rustle in the breeze, and Stiles pulls the zip hoodie tighter around him. A moment later, he picks up on twigs breaking as Theo rushes back to him. He’s not much more than two bright blue eyes in the darkness. His black fur only shimmering when the moonlight hits it for a brief second. The darkness seems different in Poland. Less menacing although more complete. Maybe because all the monsters live in Beacon Hills.
All except two.
Theo darts around him, running in circles diminishing in size until he flops onto his side, front leg lifted as if demanding a high five. With a sigh, Stiles crouches down and runs his fingers through the warm fur, laughing quietly as Theo pats his shoulder with his paw. Clothes, it means. There’s nobody around here to see, but just in case his dad or grandparents notice their absence and come out to check on them, Stiles always carries a pair of sweatpants and an extra hoodie with him.
Stiles drops the clothes next to Theo, then uses them as a pillow. It’s cold on the ground, but Theo’s body spends enough heat that he’ll be okay for a few minutes.
It’s a break in their routine. Half an hour before they go to bed, Stiles walks outside with Theo. They follow a trail just until their current home is barely visible, then Theo runs until Stiles calls him back. He envies him for this freedom, for being able to completely let go of the nightmares. Running around as a wolf, Theo told him one night, helps him remember that he’s free. The world around him feels more real because everything is more intense. Scents, noises, the ground underneath his feet, Stiles’ heartbeat.
After this, they usually walk back to their room. His dad, although basically kidnapping them, wasn’t happy about that in the beginning. He caved one night later, realising they needed each other more than expected. Theo kept him sane inside the train station. Stiles reminds Theo he’s alive. But it’s more than a necessity. Stiles enjoys being around Theo. He craves his proximity enough that he dutifully accompanies him to the Polish lessons his grandmother has talked Theo into. The guy might exceed in science, but languages aren’t his thing. He can order bread at the bakery though, as long as nobody asks him any questions. While Theo is priding himself with that accomplishment, Stiles’ grandmother impatiently demands that he studies harder. She even scolds Stiles when he tries to help Theo with the pronunciation. She is the teacher. He is moral support. The lines are drawn.
Stiles loves her, and Theo does too, no matter how often he complains about how strict she is.
This ordinary life helps them heal. Stiles stopped looking over his shoulder. Theo stopped seeing his sister in the shadows. They are getting better. Things are good.
For now, at least.