#steo au

[mercheswan]

Black Magic 🔮

Take a sip of my secret potion

I'll make you fall in love (Fall in love)

For a spell that can't be broken (Broken)

One drop should be enough (Ooh)

Boy, you belong to me

I got the recipe and it's called Black Magic

(And it's called Black Magic)

[kingcorvo]

So let’s start slow. See what tumblr can handle. Nothing too bad here. Just Theo sweaty in a singlet. Showin off like the good boy he is.

[voidstilesplease]

"I don't want to fall asleep," Stiles whispers, looking at the boy across from him, clutching his hands tightly in the space between them. "Don't let me fall asleep."

It feels like any other night. Except it isn't. If anyone told Stiles three weeks ago that he would be in Poland, in his mother's childhood home, lying in bed with Theo Raeken while waiting for the world to end, he'd have thwacked them in the head with his baseball bat. But three weeks feels like a lifetime ago. And he would have laughed at the cruelty of having Theo Raeken as the last face he would see in his life if he isn't just a little bit in love with said face. He finds now that his only regret is not being able to say goodbye to his dad in person.

Theo smiles, wistful eyes never leaving Stiles. He never knew Theo could be soft. He's known Theo to be many things but soft wasn't one of them. It's strange. It causes a twinge in his chest. Stiles is wrong. He has one more regret: not having more time with Theo who could have been the love of his life. Instead, Stiles is seeing a life they will never live flashing in Theo's beautiful blue eyes. Like a window to an alternate universe giving him the assurance that someplace else, it doesn't end before it begins, it isn't cut short.

"All right, we won't sleep," Theo promises. "Talk to me."

Outside, something explodes. Stiles jerks in surprise, gasping sharply, but Theo laces their fingers together like he doesn't hear it.

He says, "Polish people understand commitment so young." The comment makes Stiles turn to him. It's an odd non sequitur, but the genuine smile on Theo's face is what holds Stiles's attention. Another explosion outside, much closer this time, but Theo continues. "On average, Polish people meet their better half at ages 25-27, which is younger than any country in the European Union."

Stiles knows that. He remembers telling that to Theo in defense of Stiles's maternal grandmother and grandfather marrying when they were only 22. There was no need to defend; Theo was awed.

Theo's lips stretch to a grin, "You could marry someone right now Stiles, and no one would bat an eyelash. What they would think is: how lucky is this young man, to have already found the person whom he could trust with his heart. Some take years. Some take a lifetime."

Something breaks and falls, and three more explosions echo in succession. Distantly, someone screams "O rany!". And Stiles's breaths are coming out fast. "I would," he nods still, squeezing Theo's hand. "I would."

Without knowing, his eyes fill with tears. Theo's fingers continue stroking his hair. Then:

"I wish it had been different between us."

Theo explains, "It couldn't have happened any other way."

He can feel the pillow beneath him dampen, and he sniffles even as another explosion rings outside. "But there isn't enough time."

"There never would have been."

A more earthshaking eruption rattles Stiles. It's coming quicker, less time in between, and a sob wrenches out of his mouth, "I'm scared."

Theo inches closer and drops a featherlight kiss on top of his head. Stiles imagines he can hear Theo's heartbeat this close, loud and thundering that it momentarily mutes the destruction happening outside. It's all the moment Stiles needs.

Theo pulls back enough for their eyes to meet. Something bright is falling onto them, and it's blinding, deafening in its descent. It consumes them in an instant, but not before he hears a final sigh, "I'm here."

[zororonosworld]

[theheightofdishonor]

Steo AU where Stiles runs a supernatural detective agency and there’s a strong chance that the guy he’s been casually hooking up with for the last 3 months is also the mass murdering chimera he’s looking for. 

[usermischief]

and the fault (is my own)

htgawm au - part 2 (Steo) You can read it on AO3 as well.

——————

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Stiles careens through the courthouse. He’s late. This was so not planned. Not at all.  Jonathan is going to murder him. He’s going to—

“Stiles.” The slick voice of his professor and boss reaches him before Stiles slides around the corner. “Glad you could grace us with your presence.” Jonathan barely reacts to Stiles knocking against then bouncing off the wall. His arm, however, is furious with him. That shit hurt. “I hope there’s a reason for your delay?” It sounds like a question, but it certainly isn’t one. Jonathan doesn’t fuck around. Arriving too late can have some serious consequences on Stiles’ job and studies. “Where’s your suit?”

Yeah, that. Stiles didn’t have time to change into something more court appropriate which Lydia and Theo have taken note of instantly. Her smirk can’t be any more obvious while Theo looks as if his dad just told him he isn’t allowed to drive the family Porsche again. 

“The hunters have been lying about the treaty.” Stiles unfolds the document he’s printed from Brett’s laptop as the guy showered this morning and offers it to Jonathan. This is more important than his outfit.  “There is also a list of every hunter living in or passing through Beacon County.” Stiles briefly glances at Theo, who hasn’t stopped staring at him since he’s arrived. It’s making his skin crawl. “I also found a list of every supernatural creature in the territory. Monroe claims she had permission to pass through Beacon County, but I couldn’t find anything.” He points at the papers in Jonathan’s hands, feeling his excitement bubble up more and more as he continues to go into details. “Based on the treaty, she is already infringing on it by being in Beacon Hills without Satomi Ito and Chris Argent’s permission. We could nail her for that alone, but I also learned that—"

“Mr. Stilinski,” Jonathan interrupts him sharply, and he snaps his mouth shut, stiffening. Although Professor Jonathan Raeken is one of the haughtiest and most unpleasant people he’s ever met, he decided that, as a team, they should call each other by their first names. That he switched to Stiles’ last name isn’t exactly a good sign. 

Ducking his head, Stiles takes a step back. Lydia grabs his hand immediately, squeezing it tightly. She knows full well that if they screwed this up, she is just as responsible as Stiles is. Even more, perhaps, since she’s the one who came up with the idea in the first place. Not that Stiles is going to rat on her. They’re in this mess together. If she goes, he goes with her, and he knows for a fact that it’s the same the other way around. Still, Jonathan would be fucking stupid if he risked firing Lydia. She’s a genius. They won multiple cases together — even those that seemed impossible to win.

After a few moments of silence, Jonathan looks up from the new evidence. His stern expression relaxes into an almost smooth grin. He pushes his fake glasses up his nose, green eyes flashing with interest. “Do I want to know how you got this?” 

Lydia releases her death grip on his hand, and Stiles lets out a breath. Finally. They’ve been working on this shit for days on end with basically no leads on their main target. Unless Stiles’ gut feeling counted as a lead, which wasn’t the case. Jonathan never failed to remind him. As if Stiles doesn’t know he needs evidence. He’s the sheriff’s son. Law isn’t some mystery to him; despite his proclivity to break it every now and then. Not that anybody needs to know.

Stiles clears his throat. “Probably not.” 

“Very well.” Jonathan studies him over the rim of his glasses. “You truly are a peculiar species,” he says after a moment, folding the evidence to slip it into his briefcase. Something about the way he says it doesn’t sit right with Stiles, but he isn’t going to mention anything. Despite the war raging through Beacon County, the world is still in the dark about the supernatural. Some people don’t like it. Most try to keep it that way. Stiles is one of the few humans in the know who didn’t end up becoming a hunter. He’s more interested in becoming the emissary of a pack. That’s why he decided to study law and wanted to work for Jonathan Raeken. It’s the easiest way to get his feet wet. 

Stiles tugs at his shirt. “I did my job.” 

“You did.” Jonathan pushes his glasses up. “Theodore, would you please bring Stiles home?” It’s not a question. Everybody knows it’s not a question, but Theo likes to ignore the obvious. Which is fair. Stiles never walks on eggshells around his dad whether he's wearing his uniform or not. 

Crossing his arms, Theo glares at his father. "He reeks." 

"Precisely," Jonathan says, gesturing for Lydia to join him. "We're about to win this case, I don't need him sitting inside the courtroom reeking like one of the key witnesses." This wouldn't be a problem if no other werewolf was around, but Satomi herself is present at every hearing. Plus, half of the jury consists of supernatural creatures in order to keep the verdict fair. Smelling like Brett Talbot the same day he is supposed to make his statement isn't exactly the best idea. But it was either that or being too late. 

Stiles rubs the back of his neck.

"Why can't Lydia do it?" Theo is more of a spoiled brat than previously anticipated.

Jonathan isn't having any of this. "Because I say so, and besides, I doubt opening a book again is going to hurt you. Your grades are abysmal." Nothing is worse than a disappointed parent. They know exactly what to say and how to say it. Stiles knows it from his own dad, but Jonathan has a special kind of flavor to his tone. It's clear that he's not saying it out of love. Stiles always knew that their relationship couldn't be compared to his and his dad's relationship, but this isn't what he expected. This is worse.

Lydia slips past him, grinning at Stiles over her shoulder, and follows Jonathan into the courtroom. 

Stiles bites the inside of his cheek. “Listen, I—”

“Don’t,” Theo interrupts him with a growl. “Just don’t.” Something crosses over his face, something raw and painful. It has always been obvious that something isn’t exactly right between Theo and his parents. Even his relationship with his sister is strained. He never offered up any information, and Stiles never bothered to ask. It’s none of his business after all. 

He still feels guilty. 

“Well,” Stiles says, clearing his throat a little, “we should celebrate your genius idea.” It’s hard to tell how successful he is, and Theo looks at him as if he’s lost his marbles. “I’m just saying. Without your idea, we wouldn’t have gotten the information we needed. That call for a toast.” 

Theo stares at him in silence for a few agonizingly long seconds. Eventually, his lips curl into a smile. It’s barely noticeable, and it vanishes almost as fast as it appeared. “It was a team effort.” 

“Right.”

“You still reek,” Theo informs him, turning on his heels, and stalks down the hallway. “It’s disgusting.”

Rolling his eyes, Stiles follows him.  

——————

“We should call the police,” Scott informs them for the eighteenth time in the last thirty minutes. Pale-faced and wide-eyed, he stands partly hidden behind a tree. Almost as if he believes that just because he can’t see what’s happening, he isn’t complicit. They are so far past this. There’s no way out.  

Lydia is putting her hair in a tight bun, shaking her head in the process. It’s hard to tell for what reason she is doing it. Her face is a hard mask, eyes blank. Stiles is pretty sure she’s in a state of shock. It’ll be merely a matter of time until she’s going to crash like the rest of them. Although Lydia Martin never has a meltdown. She always has her shit together. Stiles is pretty sure that once she’s losing it, he will not be far behind. 

Not that he needs to see Lydia freaking out to freak out himself. A panic attack has been crawling up his spine for the past hour, and the only reason it hadn’t slapped him across the face is that he has learned how to deal with them in the past ten years. Another reason might be adrenaline. The second he’s alone, things will change drastically. 

Somewhere to his right, Malia is gathering leaves and small branches they can throw over their makeshift grave. 

Theo shovels dirt aside, not really caring where he throws it or who he might hit. “Instead of being a fucking wimp, you could grab the second shovel and help me dig.” His forehead is shining with sweat in the trembling beam of the flashlight.

“We should call the police,” Scott repeats. 

This time, Theo rams the shovel into the loose dirt. He whips his head around to stare at Scott. “You’re dead before you’re going to start dialing.” 

“As if—”

“Don’t test me, McCall!” Theo snarls, grabbing the second shovel and throwing it in Scott’s direction. “Dig.” The authority in his voice almost makes Stiles want to drop the flashlight and get a move on, but Theo reminded him that he would only slow him down. Usually, Stiles would have complained, even though Theo is right. They have three supernatural creatures who can dig this grave three times as fast. He still feels useless, standing here and pointing his flashlight in the general direction of Theo’s feet. 

Scott drags his feet all the way, but he grabs the shovel and walks over to Theo. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, Stiles glances at Lydia. With the flashlight still between her teeth, she’s taking off her jewelry. One by one, she puts them in her purse. Her focus remains on the body next to the hole the whole time. Her shoulders are tense. It almost seems as if she expects him to get up again. 

Stiles swallows. “It’s time for a picture,” he says, trying to sound strong, maybe even a little commanding. His voice, however, is barely a whisper. 

Theo looks up regardless. “Whose turn is it?” 

“Ma’ia,” Lydia informs them before taking the flashlight out of her mouth. “She’s the last one.” They decided not to post all their pictures at once, so they could spread them out over the evening. It’s the easiest way to give all of them an alibi. Plus, if people are asked if they saw them, they’re going to agree. Especially when confronted with a picture. Nobody’s gonna doubt them. 

It’s gonna be fine. It has to be fine. 

No.

How the hell can he think this will be fine? They’ve killed someone and are currently trying to hide the body. If this ever gets out, they’re going to have a fun time in jail. Stiles isn’t ready for jail. His dad isn’t going to make it in case he ever goes to jail. Someone’s gotta keep an eye on him. Someone has to, or his horrendous diet is going to kill him. 

But they had no other option. He was supernatural. They couldn't just call the police. That's not how this works.

I could've called the police before something happened.

"Okay." Malia wipes her dirty hands on her shorts and pulls out her phone. 

Something is going to happen on our drive home. 

“Tate, take over.” Theo tosses his shovel unceremoniously in her direction and lifts himself out of the almost finished hole. No. Grave. It’s a grave. With only two long strides, Theo is right in front of him. “We’re almost done.” His words are soft. “It’s over soon.” That’s not right. The worst is just going to start. The moments they look over their shoulders will follow soon. They're going to expect the police at every corner. They're going to check the news, waiting for the body to be found. They're going to lose their minds. 

Stiles glances at the body and takes a deep breath.

They killed him. 

"Don't worry," Theo whispers, hand running down his arm before intertwining their fingers. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, and Stiles stares at him, selling dryly. "He's never going to touch you again."

[sti1es]

Steo aesthetic, in which Stiles is the human boy who happens to have become the object of a certain Demon!Theo’s obsessions.

Inspo @hurt-stiles

[imagine-sterek]

Deadly Class AU (new show on SyFy that is based off of a comic book, and the main character reminds me of Stiles) where Stiles is an orphan living on the streets when he’s recruited by Derek to enroll in King’s Dominion, which is a private school for kids of crime families.

Derek is amazing with a katana and basically the perfect student. There’s something about him that Stiles immediately falls for, but Derek is standoffish when Stiles flirts with him. Derek’s best friend Theo is in an abusive relationship, but he seduces Stiles anyway. When they’re caught, Theo ends up killing his abusive boyfriend to save Stiles. After that Stiles and Theo are a couple, while Derek pines from the sidelines, even though he never returned Stiles’ advances, and if he had, he would be dating Stiles instead of Theo. Stiles still likes Derek, even though he’s dating Theo.

(submitted by @s-is-for-stiles)