#blind!theo

[equallyloyalandlethal]

blind!Theo + chi + Liam's anxiety please! Love to see people still writing in tw :)

Thank you for the ask! I love this fic. It's going to be so much fun for people to read once it's finished.

If there's no one left writing for Teen Wolf, then I've died, and so have most of my friends.

Finally, after a good ten seconds of debating whether he wants to try his chances pushing her off, he relents, pressing his face into her neck, and burying his hands in the thick fur of her back for good measure.  “There, you happy?” he asks with a huff, voice muffled in her coat.  When she doesn’t back off, Theo groans, shoving his face further into her. It’s ridiculous, being quintessentially ordered around by a dog. He listens to her better than this, usually – noticing things and helping him is her job, after all – but something about today has him eager to get up and get on with things. Maybe it's the little giddy tickle at the thought of catching up with Liam again, or maybe it’s the way he has always wanted to run from it because pain has a limited range of efficacy. If he’s far enough away, puts enough distance between him and the past, things don’t hurt as much. Regardless, she’s not letting up, so he takes a deep breath. The fluff along her neck tickles against his cheeks, especially when she shifts in his awkward grip to press the underside of her chin into the back of his shoulders. It’s a hug, for all intents and purposes, and fuck if he doesn’t lean even harder into it. Theo lets himself linger there, in that pleasant comfort, the safety of just them in their space where nothing else mattered. The world outside doesn’t exist, nor does the past. It’s just the two of them.   His next breath shudders out of him, but he physically feels the tension in his shoulders go with it, leaving his chest lighter and the itch along his scar gone.    How a dog knows him better than he knows himself, Theo has no idea, but she does. He strokes a hand down her back, smoothing out the fur he’s rumpled. Somehow, Chi always knows when he needs her and just how he needs her, too. That’s more than can be said for anyone else in Theo’s life since he was eight years old.

[lovelylittlegrim]

The Slate by GlitterCake20 @glitter-cake20

... He knows now who he is dealing with and his body quivers. You hear stories and you see pictures but no one ever comes close. No living being, anyway...

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Thrett + !blind theo

Have fun with the idiots

THRETT:

The low growl deepened further as Theo stopped abruptly, planting his paws in the dirt, flexing, digging his claws into it. For ten years, Theo was a weapon, a beast wrapped up in a nice pretty bow that made people’s hairs stand on end and had their guts screaming to run while their first glance made sure that they never moved an inch. A decade. He spent a decade not even bothering to clean the bits of gore from his proverbial skin because it wasn’t fucking worth it. Nose to tail, each muscle coiled tight, the springs that were barely tucked into his broken, misfit toy carcass of a frame about to give way shook. What happened to the ruthless survivor, the person that always came out still standing, that didn’t care? Where did he go? His head swayed side to side, as if pulled in both directions in a tug of war, each change of direction sharper and more violent than the last, until he was practically throwing himself bodily into each one.  “Theo?” His head snapped towards the voice, the rest of his body slamming to a stop, throwing debris forward. The already rigid stance he fell into naturally widened as he brought his head up, hackles fully raised, and stared at the person squatting at the entrance, one hand flat on the floor between his feet. Without hesitation, Theo pulled his lips back and up, well and truly snarling at the werewolf. His guttural sounds kept on as he took a half step forward, his eyes never dropping down from the semi-flared pale gold.

blind!Theo:

A low whine and paw batting at his leg forces Theo’s focus off of the itch and has him kneeling next to her in seconds. It’s their signal, her tell, that she thinks something is wrong, and while she’s right, as usual, it’s not bad. He’s fine. It’s just memories.  “I’m okay,” he promises, his hand sweeping under his dog’s chin to hold it up as he presses his face into the side of hers. “I’m okay, baby girl.” There’s a hint of a whine building in her throat, one he feels in his fingertips more than hears, and then she takes her head back, stabbing him below the collarbone with her nose before stepping into him. Theo groans, head hanging off his neck for a moment, before he picks it up and inhales. She’s calling his bluff. It’s stupid that his dog can tell when he’s trying to stuff the inflated bouncy-house that is that day back into a box, but she can. Chi is the only one who can. Then she starts tapping her chin to his shoulder, increasing the frequency of her soft bops until he relents, pressing his face into her neck, and burying his hands in the thick fur of her back for good measure.  There, Theo takes a deep breath. The fluff along her neck tickles against his cheeks, especially when she shifts in his awkward grip to press the underside of her chin into the back of his shoulders. It’s a hug, for all intents and purposes, and fuck if he doesn’t lean even harder into it.