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AIRPLANES CHAPTER 41 & 42 (Instagram AU)
(Check out the fanfiction by the wonderful @thiamfresh ! It’s gold.)
Damn, I missed my boys. <3
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I just threw some extracts together to underline my choice of pictures (It’s not the original text cause I left parts out):
THIAM FIC part 3
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“Scott?” said Liam, again, looking at the wolf. Malia hid behind the big, black figure and Theo cannot help but show his fangs a little.
Liam never expected to be betrayed that way. He thought Scott had left Beacon Hills to go to college, not to hide in the woods in the form of a monster. He remembered when he left, with the white shirt that made him look even bigger, and the expression of someone who has reached a turning point in his life. He looked at him with a judgmental look, as he came back human and naked as he had come into the world he looked at him with the expression of a child who had been found with his hands immersed in a jar of jam.
"What are you doing here?" Liam asked, not at all troubled by his friend's nakedness. At that moment, nothing that Scott could do would distract him from the answers he wanted to receive.
"I ..." the other began, but Liam stopped him.
"And that form? What was it? What did you become?" Liam asked, interrupting him, and Theo felt a hint of contempt in that voice. Even the solitary wolf was angry. Not because Scott hasn’t left the city, nor because he refused to share his choice with others. He did not feel betrayed, Scott McCall did not owe him anything, but his stay at Beacon Hill was the real reason why Liam could not transform into the Alpha he deserved to be, that Theo, deep down, hoped to deserve: the real Alpha of that pack had never really left, and it was something that stopped the other members from changing and finding their new position.
“I wanted to tell you, someday.” Scott excused himself, but Liam still looked angry. It wasn’t a good thing. Liam’s disorder stood silent for a while but it never left, and with his mantra becoming totally useless after Brett's death, stopping him was not a trivial matter. Theo could see a certain darkness in the boy's eyes, which, fortunately, had not yet turned yellow. If he had turned, he did not know how Malia would react, and there was no chance he would beat his Alpha. Fortunately, no one was wandering in the woods at that time of night, and the hunters did not seem to want to show, at least for once, or it would have been difficult to explain that situation. Because, to an external eye, it would have seemed in all respects a feud between packs.
"Who else knows?" Liam asked, thinking of Mason, how he thought it impossible that his best friend might have decided to betray him.
"Only Malia." Scott answered, looking down at the coyote, who was studying Theo with her blue eyes. The black wolf could not think of anything but Lydia's afflicted expression, which, together with Peter, tried to inculcate some common sense in that poorly assorted group, or Alec, if that's what he was called, that had been received in a pack that soon became a real disaster. He tried to think of the reactions of others because, in reality, he did not want to think of Liam, his lost expression as he tried to come to terms with the tangle that had become his life.
"Do you have any idea how hard it has been going on since you left? Or should I say since you decided to hide in the wood? Have you ever really took that plane?" Liam asked, unable to stop.
"Yes," Scott admitted. "I left, and after just one month, in the waning moon, I decided to go home. You have no idea what it means to turn like that. You have no idea of the strength, of how ..." Scott's voice died in throat.
"And you do not have the slightest idea how I felt!" Liam exclaimed, and Theo could hear his voice almost end in a snarl. "I did not know what to do; I didn’t called you in terror that you could put your dreams aside and come back!"
Liam would have had many other things to say. How comfortable he felt alone with Theo, how, when his friend decided to get away from him, he suffered and wanted his mentor to help him in that difficult moment, or how it was almost unbearable to go alone on the grave of Brett and Lori, crying all the tears that he didn’t allowed himself to pour before. He wanted to say a thousand things, but his anger clouded his thoughts.
"Liam." Theo called him, resting his hand on his shoulder. The boy turned slightly, just enough to meet the gaze of his friend, who had to be naked too. Liam felt his ears warm up more than they should, but he ignored the feeling. A strange quiet descended on his limbs, as if the only touch of Theo had somehow managed to calm him. Scott avoided the gaze of the one who had once been his enemy, his eyes shining. He felt guilty, and most of all he felt a disappointment. That tragicomic scene could have continued indefinitely, if only Malia had not slammed her head against Scott's bare calf. The sound of footsteps reached the ears of the three boys with a moment of delay. They could be hunters or stupid kids who decided to go into the woods for a bet, and yet, in times like these, prudence was never too much, and Scott returned to his wolf form.
"You have to go." Theo whispered to Liam. The younger boy looked around, confused. It was too late to run away; they would surely have seen it. So he did the only thing that could come to his mind: he climbed a tree. Hidden by the leaves, barely breathing, Liam waited for the inevitable to happen. He watched Scott leave wary, and Malia follow him like a faithful dog. Theo, however, did not move. He hid himself, as far as possible, behind a tree, and waited to engage in battle. The smell of the aconite now permeated the air and it was obvious that they were hunters. He would have to run away, possibly in the opposite direction to Scott, but he was not about to leave Liam there. The younger of the two, however, wondered what the other was waiting to hide as he had done. He did not know there were any other hunters around, and he had no idea they were so well armed, but he would have to known. Of course, they hunted illegally in the land of the Argent, with weapons not legally registered, distributed by a woman who had to flee to avoid the risk of life imprisonment, but beyond that, nothing strange.
"Theo." Liam tried to call him, but the wolf did not want to hear it. "Theo!"
When he met his friend's blue eyes Liam almost regretted calling him. He looked the same as a death threatening. The first bullet struck the bark near Theo's head. The hunters had come close enough to see him, and Liam could see them too. He had never seen them before, a sign that they should not be among the close collaborators of Monroe, but that woman had recruited almost the whole city, in her various waves of madness, so it could also be invaded that they had come to know of the thing only later. There were three of them, a sign that not even they had to know about the presence of the feared, and apparently invincible, Scott McCall.
The shooter who must have missed the blow cursed, and a volley of bullets followed the shadow of Theo, which merged with the surrounding vegetation, aiming to outsmart the enemy. Liam felt his fangs brush against his lower lip, and he was certain that he was ready to enter the battle, if only the opportunity had arisen. Once they had managed to shoot him and the feeling had not been pleasant at all, so he decided to ponder well if and when to move.
"You do not like that $ 46,000, don’t you?" the second man, who had to have an automatic rifle in his hands, teased him,
"The other one offered many more." the third complained. Liam remembered the dead pool, remembered Meredith and remembered his own value on that list. Eighteen million dollars.
"And who says you were a woman?" the second replied.
"For me it was a woman." the third answered, loading the rifle again. "And those were his lovers."
"Some were kids, you idiot!" the second retorted, and Liam was not surprised that those three could not hit Theo even wanting it. They must have underestimated him, because the wolf came straight behind them, throwing the man with the automatic rifle on the ground. The one with a bad aim backed away, probably scared to finally find a real werewolf in front of him. Liam waited a moment longer, then jumped on his shoulders. He did not give him time to scream, taking his head in his hands and twisting his neck. Graceful, he jumped off his falling body and pounced on the third man, who was aiming to hit him. He bent the rifle barrel in two, with a force he did not know he had hidden since that moment. The man did not give up the grip of the weapon, not even when the bones began to creak because of Liam's grip on the barrel. The hunter's wrist broke, and the bone cut the flesh, showing its hard consistency and whitish colour. Theo raised his face covered in blood, and growled at the man Liam was dealing with. It was not clear to either of them that he fainted with pain or terror, but the man slumped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Liam did not miss another battle, which must have been hired farther, near the edge of the city. Theo met his friend's gaze, which with his hands soiled with blood and the wounded expression seemed ready to ignore his task. Liam wanted to stop staring at Theo, he wished he could avoid his gaze full of judgment, but it was not possible, and certainly would not have escaped, not like Scott and Malia. What had changed in the Alpha to make him even a coward, as well as a traitor?
"They do not need us." Liam hissed, more to himself than to Theo, but a yelping made him change his mind. It must have been Malia. Stunned, he looked up at the sky, and with disengaged claws he started running toward the noise font.
Waiting for them was the most unfair battle they had ever seen, and after what Monroe had done everything seemed fair, even Theo's behaviour. Around Malia, four hunters kept it under fire, while Scott desperately tried to free himself from those who, against his huge and hirsute body, looked like insects. They were at least six. Liam ran from Malia. He did not need to find the girl nice to want to stop them from killing her. He freed himself of the first man by throwing him away. From the sound of his body, he must have hit the bark of a tree. A part of him hoped to have killed him. So he threw himself on the second man, with an athletic leap, but he left his belly uncovered. If only Malia had not decided to act instinctively and bite the legs of her assailant, Liam would have found himself with a bullet stuffed with aconite in the middle of his stomach. Theo, meanwhile, was taking care of the other two men, but it was not that simple, fighting in the form of a wolf, when his assailants were armed with rifles. Although the werewolves kept their human mind, if trained to do so, even in animal form, the primordial instincts of the species remained latent, and Theo felt a vague and senseless fear of those weapons widely used in the past to exterminate his species. Even Malia felt that terror, while Liam, still human, was completely immune.
Those hunters had to be more trained, not like Argent, of course, but on that false line, and one of the two men fired at Theo behind him, before he could sink his claws into his companion's chest. The boy fell to the ground, whining. Liam’s heart broke. He did not want Theo to be hurt again because of him. He had already sacrificed himself once, it shouldn’t happen again. So, even knowing that, once the bullet had been extracted and the wound cured with a plaster of arctic rose petals’ ash and a single belladonna leaf, everything would have returned to normal, he threw himself on him. It was not a method that Deaton already knew, but Melissa McCall seemed, in addition to being a wonderful nurse, also able to outsmart the druid, and the cure had always worked very well.
Malia freed herself from one of the two men, while Theo, although unable to use one of his legs as a support, managed to grab the third man, making the job easier for Liam. Despite his size, Scott seemed in trouble, as if he were holding back from using his true strength, and that weakness had been seized by hunters. Even if his skin was too hard to be scratched by normal bullets, the blades seemed to be able to hurt him, and the hunters must have understood it.
Despite the clear numerical inferiority, the retreat of the hunters was inevitable. Scott dragged away from that mess in his wolf shape, much heavier than his human and certainly more likely to heal, as opposed to that of Theo, who collapsed exhausted among the corpses. Liam knelt, intent on trying to put him back on all four legs, if he did not have the strength to come back to himself, but was traumatized by the sound of his heartbeat: it was accelerated, irregular, certainly because of the aconite. He did not even turn to Scott and Malia for help, and forced himself to raise his friend, who wailed in pain. He glared at the wolf couple as he passed them, but said nothing, continuing to mutter to himself.
It was now half-way when, with arms that began to resent the forty pounds he was trying to carry when Theo began to gasp, until Liam noticed that his tongue was hanging out and his breath was almost choked.
"Do not even think about it, do not think about letting you die here because I would never forgive you! I pulled you out of Hell once, do not force me to do it a second time!" Liam exclaimed, terrified. Slowly, Theo moved his head, perhaps a sign that he had heard what his friend was telling him, but his situation did not seem to improve. When they arrived in Liam's backyard, Theo's eyes began to close with exhaustion. He had never felt worse. He had already been hurt in the past, but usually the pain, one way or another, was a constant that accompanied him until complete healing. Now, however, he felt only his slow and irregular beat pulsing in his head, as after those pathetic lessons he had himself forced to attend at Beacon Hills High School, but stronger, as if a bored boy had decided to start beating the bongos in his head. There was no rhythm in that sound, no constant, and it terrified him. He did not want to die. He had already been in Hell once, and his sister had given him a warm welcome, he did not want to repeat the experience. Moreover, he did not feel he deserved it. He had done a lot to redeem himself and of course the road was still long, but he had good intentions, not so selfish, at least not as selfish as they were before, and he had just started to like people - not everyone, of course, but what was the importance? He had started to appreciate someone, and small steps are the key to better days, or at least was something his mother used to tell when he was a child- and in all the time he had spent with the Dread Doctors it had never happened. Sure, he liked someone but just for their wit or their cunningness, not for both merits and flaws.
Liam left his friend in the back garden, but the wolf could barely object. He seemed lost in a world of his own, and Liam hoped that at least it would not be full of nightmares. He entered the house sneaking, sure he could find what he was looking for immediately. He rummaged through the drawers, full of socks, underwear and shirts, but he could not quite find the jar he was looking for. Yet he was sure he had left it right there, under the red shirt Theo had lent him... He stopped only when he realized that the light in the corridor had been turned on and someone was watching him.
"I believe you have something of mine." Liam hissed, without the need to turn around to meet his mother's gaze.
"Do you talk about this?" he asked, and Liam knew perfectly what she was holding between her tapered fingers, her red-enamelled nails in perfect contrast to the anthracite poultice.
"May I know what is wrong? Or do you think you want to explain it to your father?"
Liam had no time for those games. He did not have time to think about the school, to answer her stupid questions or to worry if after that reaction he would end up in punishment, so, without saying a word or taking his eyes off his mother's, he approached her. The woman was afraid. Liam had never seen his mother so frightened, but he did not cared. He was afraid too, and not of her reaction if she saw his eyes gleaming gold in the dim light of the room, or if she had noticed that his nails were actually claws retractable on command, just like those of cats, but that his friend could die, to stay alone in that city that did not want him but that so desperately needed him. Beacon Hills would not have been saved by Scott McCall, not anymore.
Although his mother tried to back away, Liam reached her earlier than expected and stretched out an arm to tear the bottle out of her hand, before jumping out of the window. The woman escaped a scream, and then ran to see her son's condition. Liam was fine and was running towards a black figure in their garden. Because of the darkness, Mrs. Dunbar did not see well, but she was more than certain that it was a wolf.
When Liam reached Theo, his hair was soaked with sweat and he almost seemed to hold his breath, his rib cage swollen and his tongue sagging on the grass.
With a tweezers for modeling, which her mother had decided not to be something important enough to remove it from its place, he took out the bullet. Inserting the tweezers was not so complicated, he had seen Melissa do it many times, and yet when it came time to tighten the bullet that practice did not seem so simple to him. His hand began to tremble visibly, and Theo winced as his friend lost his grip on the bullet. That situation was a real torment, on one hand the pain and on the other the impossibility of controlling the spasms of his lungs. He had never coughed in wolf-form and it was not a good feeling. Surely, everything was made worse by the fear of dying and the worried expression of Liam. Was he so terrible even to look at? The boy managed to extract the bullet a few moments before someone else decided to enter the guard. Liam rolled his eyes as he slipped two fingers into the glass jar and began recovering all the greasy and slimy substance he needed. Why did that woman always have to stick her nose in business that did not concern her? He heard her screaming like a madman, not caring that the whole neighbourhood could wake up and the sight of a werewolf in the garden of the neighbour could bring to mind unpleasant memories that they would all prefer to forget.
"Go away," Liam growled, and from the woman's expression, he knew he had looked at her with shining eyes and an angry expression. He was amazed when he realized that he did not feel anything when he saw her flinch back, and then rushed home to wake her husband, as if she had just seen a monster. But he was, in her eyes, he remembered.
"You still have to hold on for a second, ok?" Liam asked Theo, aware that his friend couldn’t answer him, and maybe not even hear him. He dialled Mason's number without thinking: he did not have time to look for him in the phone book, and he memorized it when they were younger. He prayed for a few moments that for once the friend had decided to leave the ringtone even at night, but realized it wasn’t like that. Even Corey's cell phone rang for a long time, until the answering machine clicked. Only one option remained. The boy answered the third ring, even though Liam was sure he had woken up at the first. In that little time together, he had learned to know his friend better than his pockets.
"Can I know what you want at 3.30 a.m.?" Nolan asked.
"Come to my house, we have a problem."
AIRPLANES CHAPTER 34 (Instagram AU)
(Check out the fanfiction by the wonderful @thiamfresh ! It’s gold.)
I hope I’ll never have to edit a group video call edit again....it’s disgusting. :’D
(Theo’s current profile pic is made by @theraekens)
‘AIRPLANES’ AU SERIES
THIAM AU’s
Thiam x other fandoms
Thiam Playlists
More Social Media AU’s from other fandoms!
I just threw some extracts together to underline my choice of pictures (It’s not the original text cause I left parts out):
AIRPLANES CHAPTER 23 (Instagram AU)
(Check out the fanfiction by the wonderful @thiamfresh ! It’s gold.)
Thanks to @glitter-cake20 for helping me out with finding pics to throw together so I got the perfect edit of the ‘nightmare-talk-hug’. I kinda love it myself. <3
‘AIRPLANES’ AU SERIES
THIAM AU’s
Thiam x other fandoms
Thiam Playlists
More Social Media AU’s from other fandoms!
I just threw some extracts together to underline my choice of pictures (It’s not the original text cause I left parts out):
AIRPLANES CHAPTER 33 (Instagram AU)
(Check out the fanfiction by the wonderful @thiamfresh ! It’s gold.)
Sorry I wasn’t as active as usually this weekend but we had carnival in Germany and I took a day off from my laptop and editing in general yesterday so...
(Theo’s current profile pic is made by @theraekens)
‘AIRPLANES’ AU SERIES
THIAM AU’s
Thiam x other fandoms
Thiam Playlists
More Social Media AU’s from other fandoms!
I just threw some extracts together to underline my choice of pictures (It’s not the original text cause I left parts out):
AIRPLANES CHAPTER 32 (Instagram AU)
(Check out the fanfiction by the wonderful @thiamfresh ! It’s gold.)
WOW look who finally made it to the beach / real first kiss chapter. ME! I’m the one who’s slower than the teacups... :’D
(Theo’s current profile pic is made by @theraekens)
‘AIRPLANES’ AU SERIES
THIAM AU’s
Thiam x other fandoms
Thiam Playlists
More Social Media AU’s from other fandoms!
I just threw some extracts together to underline my choice of pictures (It’s not the original text cause I left parts out):
AIRPLANES CHAPTER 30 (Instagram AU)
(Check out the fanfiction by the wonderful @thiamfresh ! It’s gold.)
I’m honestly in love with that one myself. I’ve been dying to edit Disney and it killed me. I needed to use that new pic of Cody which is killing me. I cry every time I look at it but it fit so well for the scene I had in mind.
Thank’s again to @glitter-cake20 for sending me that hand holding pic! <3 Credit for the edit with Liam’s head on Theo’s shoulder /Theo’s new profile pic to @theraekens
‘AIRPLANES’ AU SERIES
THIAM AU’s
Thiam x other fandoms
Thiam Playlists
More Social Media AU’s from other fandoms!
I just threw some extracts together to underline my choice of pictures (It’s not the original text cause I left parts out):
