#theoappreciationweek23

[transdunbar]

theo appreciation week | day two: rarepair (theo/isaac)

i also wrote a little ficlet to go with this, set in my theo never leaves AU! there's NSFW content involved, so read at your own risk:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[slice-of-magenta]

@thiamsxbitch maleo (malia/theo)

[wolfboy88]

For @theoraekenapperciation week day 7: Dealer’s Choice

Theo Raeken as DC Comics Midnighter

[fhaf123]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

@theoraekenapperciation

Day 1-pre canon- it could be a scene from his childhood,one from right before he came to become hills you decide.

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How Theo,Scott, and Stiles become bestfriends

[mmoosen]

Theo Raeken Appreciation Day 7: August 16th - Dealer's Choice

from a white lily, purity and love for one who has passed, to a wild rose, resilience and self-growth

[invisible-storyteller]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For @theoraekenapperciation

I’m a bit late to the party but I finally finished my piece! I just couldn’t miss one of my favourite character’s week.

WARNING: There is explicit child abuse in this story! Heed the tags!

[mmoosen]

Theo Raeken Appreciation Week 2023: August 15th - Interests

The Doctors never let Theo study nothing but his mission, except the books of anatomy and experimentation the Dread Doctors wrote for themselves. Scientific terms became Theo's poetry and any kind of curiosity and intrigue was solely wrapped in his own body. Every day researching to ask the question: Just what had he lost from losing his own heart?

[pansexual-puppy-pack]

@theoraekenapperciation 's theo week 2023: day 5b — season six

How did they know?

Theo paced around his thoughts, silent as he sat on an empty deputy's desk. How did they know? He tapped the tips of his fingers on the wood. How did they know. How did they know how did they know how did they know how did they know—

"—God, what is wrong with you?" Corey asked, suddenly in front of him. Theo's thoughts skidded to a stop the same time his hands did, fingers still with Corey's on top. He stared at Corey. "Stop that, whatever it is. You're worrying everybody,"

Theo let out an exhale through his mouth. He doubted that statement.

Corey took his hand off Theo's, but held his gaze. "What is it," (It was a question, but it sounded like a demand.)

Theo ran a hand through his hair. "I don't get how they knew where I was—" He choked, a little bit. "—How they knew to shoot."

"They know about everyone," Corey said quickly. Then, with just the slightest amount of sympathy, "You just happened to get caught in the crossfire. It happens,"

"It's not that," Theo shook his head. "I was in my truck. Parked out in the middle of nowhere—how would they know where I was?"

Corey's scent turned weird for a second before he said, "They found your truck on the train tracks by the animal clinic."

Theo's eyes widened. He hadn't thought of that at all. His keys were still in the engine when he got shot—where was his phone? His mind began to run, his vision began to swirl as he thought of all the possible ways that he could've lost every single item he owned—

"—Theo!" Corey shouted, snapping once in front of his eyes. "What's wrong?"

What wasn't?

"Where's Liam?" Theo deflected.

Corey took notice, but didn't point it out. (He definitely heard Theo's heartrate spike.) "Holding cell."

When Theo walked past him, he almost didn't notice Corey whisper, "Take some fucking care of yourself, good god."