Liam never expected his first real job to land him behind bars—literally. As a new prison guard, all he wanted was to make his mom proud and finally earn a decent living. But nothing could’ve prepared him for Theo. Dangerous, sharp, and impossible to ignore. Liam knows he shouldn’t get close… yet every look, every word, pulls him deeper. Maybe love isn’t supposed to happen here—but try telling that to his heart.
Hey! So this is my first ever fic (ahh kinda nervous). I started writing it back in September after watching Teen Wolf for the first time and completely falling in love with Thiam. I finished it in March, and after months of overthinking… I’m finally publishing it now!
I’m open to suggestions and feedback, please be kind:)
Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it 💛, will update every Thursday
Liam lay on his bed in the middle of the night, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. His room, which used to be his comfort place, now made him feel suffocated. The weight had lifted off his shoulders after he talked to Mason about it, but that didn’t mean it was going to get better anytime soon.
His mind replayed his daily routine, the restless week. The prison walls seemed to follow Liam home, invading his personal space. Liam knew he wasn’t alone in this; he knew he had Mason and his mom.
But he was already carrying so much burden from being kicked out of one school after another because he crashed his teacher’s car or punched a kid. He couldn’t lay another weight on his mom's or Mason's shoulders anymore. He had to do this alone, even though that might drag him even further down.
Liam never expected his first real job to land him behind bars—literally. As a new prison guard, all he wanted was to make his mom proud and finally earn a decent living. But nothing could’ve prepared him for Theo. Dangerous, sharp, and impossible to ignore. Liam knows he shouldn’t get close… yet every look, every word, pulls him deeper. Maybe love isn’t supposed to happen here—but try telling that to his heart.
Hey! So this is my first ever fic (ahh kinda nervous). I started writing it back in September after watching Teen Wolf for the first time and completely falling in love with Thiam. I finished it in March, and after months of overthinking… I’m finally publishing it now!
I’m open to suggestions and feedback, please be kind:)
Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it 💛, will update every Thursday
Liam’s second week on the job pushes him to his limit. Exhausted, feverish, and isolated among both guards and inmates, he begins to question the choices that brought him here. The weight of his past and the chill of the prison walls start to blur together—until one quiet connection cuts through the noise. In the bleakness of routine, a moment of unexpected humanity forces Liam to face not just the people around him, but the parts of himself he’s been trying to outrun.
1. "I 100% would let you die here but I'll just grab your arm and pull you to safety for no reason"
2. That's just Liam being a passenger princess
3. Ghost Rider strangulation vs that one dude who said he'd leave you behind no problem if you were in danger
4. When the guy you're trying to help is self-sacrificing or smth but likes his friends so that's your argument whenever he's in the sacrifical lamb mood
5. Theo getting peer-pressured into helping
6. The elevator
7. Theo being enamoured over Liam's stupid plans
8. Actual murderer making sure you don't go down the murderer path
9. Theo becoming Liam's warning alarm whenever he starts getting pissed off
Total disaster. Burnt pasta, McDonald’s fries, a war over the blanket, and-unfortunately-blushing. Theo’s still deciding if dating Liam is chaos or comfort. (Spoiler: it’s both.)
The apartment smells like burnt tomato sauce and Theo’s terrible life choices.
Liam stares down into the pot like it personally offended him. Bubbles pop aggressively at the surface, the sauce watery in some places, scorched black in others, a complete disaster.
“This is your fault,” Liam mutters, nudging Theo out of the way with his hip.
Theo raises both hands like he’s innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You literally dumped the pasta into cold water and then walked away.”
Theo snorts, flicking a piece of spaghetti at him. “I was multitasking.”
“You were on your phone watching raccoon videos.”
“Yeah. And? Inspirational content.”
Liam glares at him. “You were supposed to cook. It was your turn.”
“I did cook.”
“No, you ruined cooking.”
Theo leans casually against the counter like he’s done nothing wrong. He’s wearing Liam’s black Henley—his favorite one—and the sleeves are pushed up just enough to expose his forearms. Liam tries not to notice. Tries not to notice the way Theo’s hair is still slightly damp from his shower, how he smells like Liam’s shampoo now, how he’s standing barefoot in Liam’s apartment like he’s always belonged there.
Theo grabs a spoon, stirs the disaster sauce like it’s fine. “I mean, how bad can it be?”
Liam watches a soggy noodle float to the top like a corpse. “We’re gonna die.”
Theo tastes the sauce anyway. Grimaces. “Okay. Maybe we shouldn’t eat this.”
“You think?”
Theo tosses the spoon in the sink. “Wanna get McDonald’s?”
Liam’s already grabbing his keys.
_
The drive’s quiet. Not awkward quiet. Just their usual quiet.
Theo’s got his knee up on the seat, picking at the skin around his thumb like he’s got a million things to say and no idea how to say them. Liam drums his fingers on the steering wheel, humming along to some stupid pop song on the radio.
Every few seconds, Liam catches Theo glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. Theo opens his mouth like he’s about to speak but then shuts it again.
Liam pretends he doesn’t notice. Turns the music up.
They pull into the drive-thru, and Theo leans over, reading the menu like he’s never been to McDonald’s before in his life.
“Why are you studying it like it’s the SATs?” Liam asks.
Theo’s dead serious. “I have to choose wisely. This is my first post-prison McDonald’s.”
Liam laughs under his breath. “It’s not that deep.”
“It is,” Theo says. “Fries are life or death.”
Liam shakes his head but his heart’s so full it hurts a little.
_
They end up parked on the edge of Beacon Hills, the kind of place where the trees thin out and the sky stretches wide and open above them.
Theo’s sitting on the hood of Liam’s car, a McDonald’s bag crumpled between them, a box of fries balanced precariously on his knee. Liam’s drinking a Coke, kicking at the gravel with his sneaker.
“Okay, you have to admit,” Theo says, mouth full of fries, “I absolutely killed this order.”
“You got two cheeseburgers and fries,” Liam deadpans. “The most basic order.”
“Yeah, but the execution? Immaculate.”
“You sound like Gordon Ramsay.”
“I could be. If Gordon Ramsay liked raccoons.”
Liam raises an eyebrow. “Why do you keep bringing up raccoons?”
Theo just grins. “I feel spiritually connected to them. Messy. Hungry. Unhinged.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“You like it.”
Liam chokes on his drink.
Theo laughs so hard he drops a fry on his hoodie.
_
The sky’s stupidly clear tonight. Stars scattered across it like someone spilled glitter.
They fall into a comfortable silence, shoulders brushing, sharing fries, sharing warmth.
Theo leans back on his elbows, eyes on the stars. “You ever think about how weird this is?”
“What?”
“This. Us. Me, out of jail. Living in your apartment. Wearing your clothes. Sharing your fries.”
Liam tosses a fry at him. “You make it sound like you’re a stray I took in.”
Theo catches the fry in his mouth, smirking. “Did you?”
Liam rolls his eyes but the corner of his mouth twitches. “You’re not a stray.”
“Am I yours then?” Theo says it so casually, but his voice drops just a little too soft.
Liam’s throat goes dry.
“You’re mine,” Liam says, like it’s obvious. Like it’s always been.
Theo goes quiet. For once, he doesn’t have some smart-ass comeback.
He just leans a little closer. Not enough to touch, but close enough to feel.
_
When they get home, Theo hovers in the hallway, tugging at his sleeve.
“I’ll take the couch,” he says. “Don’t wanna make things weird.”
“You already did,” Liam says, stepping out of his shoes. “You wore my shirt. You stole my fries. There’s no recovery.”
Theo scratches the back of his neck, sheepish. “Yeah but… the bed’s your space.”
“So?” Liam tosses him a pillow. “You’re part of that space now.”
Theo’s ears turn so pink. Like instantly.
“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” he mutters.
“Nope.”
“Fine. But I’m sleeping on top of the blanket.”
“You’re not,” Liam says, walking past him. “Because you’re a blanket hog and you’ll end up wrapped around me anyway.”
Theo groans. “I hate you.”
“You like me.”
Theo mumbles something under his breath that sounds dangerously close to yeah, I do.
_
It takes them fifteen minutes to settle because Theo keeps moving around, overthinking where to put his arms.
At first, they lie stiffly, backs to each other like the bed’s suddenly too small.
Liam flips over first. Hooks his chin on Theo’s shoulder.
“You’re still awake,” Liam whispers.
“No I’m not.”
“You’re literally talking to me.”
“I’m sleep-talking.”
Liam laughs softly against his skin. “Come here.”
He drags Theo closer, his chest pressed against Theo’s back, arms lazily wrapped around his waist.
Theo goes rigid. His breath stutters.
“You gonna freak out?” Liam teases.
“I’m considering it.”
“You want me to let go?”
Theo’s quiet. “...No.”
Liam nuzzles the side of his neck. “Good.”
A long beat passes. The kind that feels like the world shrank to just this bed, just this room, just them.
“I’ve never really done this before,” Theo whispers. “The date thing. The… this thing.”
“The ‘falling asleep in my arms’ thing?” Liam hums. “Yeah, me neither. Guess we’re both just gonna figure it out.”
“Could’ve picked someone less annoying to figure it out with.”
“You love it.”
Theo sighs, settling deeper into the hold. “Unfortunately.”
_
Ten minutes later, Theo’s still awake. Still tense. Still overthinking.
“You gonna relax or—”
Liam doesn’t finish the sentence. He just leans forward and presses a soft, lingering kiss to Theo’s cheek.
Theo’s entire body short-circuits. His face turns a deep, furious shade of red.
Liam smirks against his skin. “Oh my god, are you blushing?”
Theo shoves his face into the pillow. “Shut up.”
“You’re blushing.”
“I hate you.”
Liam peppers another kiss to his jaw just to be extra annoying. “You like me.”
“Shut up.”
“You like me.”
Theo groans, dragging the blanket over both their heads to hide.
Liam’s voice softens. “Goodnight, raccoon boy.”
“M’not a raccoon.”
“You’re my raccoon.”
Theo huffs, but Liam can feel his smile in the dark.
And as Theo finally, finally relaxes, fingers loosely gripping Liam’s wrist where he’s holding him, Liam thinks maybe this was the perfect first date after all.
Hey hey, this is my little gift for @bigjarofthiam ! 💙
It’s actually my first time posting a fic like this I really hope you like it
I do have the before story like how Theo got out of prison but I haven’t posted that part yet.
I made this mood board, inspired by your one-shot fics
The rain outside taps lightly on the roof, a constant rhythm in the background. Liam lies sprawled on his bed, a comic book open on his chest, but his eyes are glued to the figure pacing near the window. Theo Raeken, shirt half tucked, boots still on, arms folded tightly across his chest.
Mysterious. Brooding. Definitely trying too hard.
“Do you ever stop trying to look like you're in a Twilight reboot?” Liam mutters, flipping a page with exaggerated nonchalance.
Theo freezes mid-stride. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Liam quirks a brow, slowly sitting up. “You’ve got the whole tortured anti-hero thing going on—dark clothes, broody silence, barely making eye contact—but I live with you half the time, Raeken. You can’t fool me.”
Theo narrows his eyes. “I’m not trying to fool anyone.”
“Uh-huh.” Liam leans forward, lips twitching into a grin. “So I guess the stuffed bear that somehow ended up on my side of the bed last night wasn’t yours?”
Theo’s jaw tightens.
“Oh, come on,” Liam snickers. “His name is Mr. Snuggles. You named him.”
“It’s sentimental,” Theo snaps, finally kicking his boots off in annoyance. “I had it as a kid. It’s comforting.”
“Comforting?” Liam gasps in mock offense. “The brooding lone wolf finds comfort in a bear named Mr. Snuggles? Tell me more, mysterious one.”
Theo growls under his breath and turns to the window. “You're not funny.”
“You keep saying that, but you keep crawling into my bed at 2 a.m. and curling around me like a very grumpy spoon,” Liam replies smugly, standing up to walk over. “I think you like when I tease you.”
Theo doesn’t reply, but his ears flush slightly. Liam grins.
“You’re adorable when you pretend not to care.”
“I’m not adorable,” Theo hisses, though there’s zero bite behind it. “I’m dangerous.”
“Right.” Liam pokes a finger at Theo’s chest. “You’re a dangerous man. Who talks in his sleep. And dreams about... what was it? Pancakes and baby goats?”
Theo swats his hand away but Liam’s laughter is infectious, and soon Theo’s shoulders shake with quiet chuckles he can’t suppress. He leans into Liam, forehead resting against his for a second longer than necessary.
“You tell anyone about Mr. Snuggles and I will bite you.”
Liam smirks. “You already do.”
A pause. Theo stares at him, eyes dark with meaning.
“I mean in a not-fun way,” he growls lowly.
Liam leans closer. “Then you better keep being good. Or I’ll steal Mr. Snuggles and hold him for ransom.”
Theo exhales a slow breath, then wraps his arms around Liam’s waist, dragging him backward onto the bed. The comic book flies across the room.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mutters into Liam’s hair.
Liam hums. “And you’re lucky I like you even when you’re trying to act like the villain.”
Theo doesn't answer, but when Liam reaches back to pull the covers over them both, he does so carefully—tucking in the slightly frayed paw of Mr. Snuggles between them.
The rain has softened to a whisper outside. The room is quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old house settling and the even softer rustle of two bodies tangled beneath the sheets.
Liam shifts against Theo, one leg hooked lazily over his. The stuffed bear lies squished between them, a comically innocent witness to the tension that lingers in the silence.
“We’re too old for this,” Theo mumbles, voice muffled against Liam’s neck.
“For what?” Liam murmurs, half-asleep but smiling. “Stuffed animals? Cuddling? Or the part where you sneak into my bed like a teenage cliché?”
“The mocking,” Theo huffs.
Liam snorts. “Mocking is how I show love, babe. You know that.”
Theo lifts his head, eyes narrowing with mock irritation, though there’s a flicker of something softer underneath. “You show love by making fun of my childhood comfort object?”
“Mm-hmm. And by cooking you eggs in the morning. And pretending I don’t hear you when you have nightmares. And letting you hog the entire blanket even though you’re the one who runs hot.”
Theo doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he watches Liam for a moment—his eyes drifting over the tousled brown hair, the faint smirk still curling the corner of his mouth, the complete and total ease with which Liam exists beside him. It's maddening and comforting all at once.
“You know what really sucks?” Theo finally says.
Liam turns his head. “Other than your taste in Netflix shows?”
Theo gives him a look. “That I spent years convincing myself I didn’t need anyone. That I was better alone. Then you came along with your sarcasm and your dumb heroic heart and ruined that entire philosophy.”
Liam’s smirk falters, replaced by something softer. He rolls onto his side, hand tracing idle shapes on Theo’s bare chest.
“You weren’t better alone,” he says quietly. “You were just surviving. Now you get to live. With me. And Mr. Snuggles.”
Theo groans. “I hate you.”
“You really don’t.”
Theo presses a kiss to Liam’s forehead—firm, grounding, possessive.
“No. I really don’t.”
They fall into silence again, comfortable this time. Theo’s breathing evens out as his hand settles over Liam’s hip, thumb rubbing circles into the warm skin beneath the hem of his T-shirt. Liam lets his own fingers trail along Theo’s back, not caring about the rain or the thunder or the world outside these four walls.
“Hey,” Liam whispers after a while, grinning sleepily. “Do you think Mr. Snuggles wants to watch us make out?”
Theo shoves the bear to the floor without hesitation. “He’s seen enough.”
Liam bursts out laughing—genuine, uninhibited, the kind of sound Theo swears he’d kill to hear more of. And then Theo kisses him. Hard. Like a man who's finally stopped running from himself.
The stuffed bear lies face-down on the carpet, forgotten for now, as two former enemies turn lovers twist under the sheets, limbs tangled, breath caught between kisses and laughter and something dangerously close to forever.
Theo’s mouth moves over Liam’s with a hungry desperation now. What started as teasing is gone, replaced by something raw and urgent. He shifts, pressing Liam deeper into the mattress, one hand braced beside Liam’s head while the other traces down his side, fingers skating under his shirt to feel the warm, firm muscles underneath.
Liam arches up to meet him, eyes half-lidded, breath hitching as Theo’s lips trail along his jaw, nipping at the skin just below his ear.
“You always do this,” Liam whispers, voice thick and low. “Come in here like you own the place…”
Theo lifts his head just enough to look down at him, eyes dark, pupils blown wide. “I do own you, Dunbar. You just haven’t figured out the paperwork yet.”
Liam grins, cocky and breathless. “Is that so?”
Theo answers by dragging his hand down to Liam’s waistband, the kiss they fall into next slow and consuming. Tongue, teeth, heat. Theo’s fingers fist in the fabric of Liam’s shirt before he yanks it over Liam’s head, tossing it to the floor without breaking the kiss.
Skin on skin. The contact ignites something in both of them.
Liam rolls them with practiced ease, straddling Theo’s hips. His hands press against Theo’s chest, grounding himself, holding him there. He smirks down at him. “Still dangerous, huh?”
Theo grips Liam’s thighs tightly, letting his head fall back against the pillow, eyes flashing gold for a split second. “Only when I’m not being good.”
Liam grinds his hips down slowly, the friction making them both gasp. “Then be bad.”
A low growl rumbles from Theo’s chest as he sits up, his hands trailing under Liam’s chest. Their mouths meet again in a brutal kiss, more teeth than lips now, desperate and hungry. There’s nothing slow or hesitant about it—years of tension, of denial, of playing enemies and pretending they didn’t crave this, all spilling over in this moment.
Theo flips them again, dragging his mouth down Liam’s neck, across his collarbone, nipping and licking every inch of exposed skin. Liam’s nails dig into Theo’s back, pulling him closer, grounding himself in the heat of Theo’s body.
“I hate how good this feels,” Theo mutters, panting.
“You’ll survive,” Liam growls into his chest, before licking a slow line over one of Theo’s nipples, watching the way his body jerks in response.
Clothes are stripped away in fevered movements—familiar hands knowing exactly where to touch, where to bite, where to make the other fall apart. There’s no awkwardness between them anymore, no fumbling. They’ve done this dance enough times now, but it still feels electric every time.
Theo takes his time, worshiping Liam with mouth and hands, until Liam is a writhing mess beneath him, begging, cursing, laughing breathlessly in that way Theo swears only happens when he’s about to fall apart.
When Theo finally slides into him—slow, careful, claiming—Liam gasps, nails digging into Theo’s shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist. “Fuck—Theo—”
“I’ve got you,” Theo pants, forehead pressed to Liam’s. “I always have you.”
The rhythm starts slow, languid, but the desperation builds quickly. Their bodies move together in perfect sync—Theo whispering filthy promises in Liam’s ear while Liam clutches him like he’s the only thing tethering him to the world.
The world narrows down to heat and skin and breath and love unspoken but known. Theo bites at Liam’s throat, not enough to mark but enough to remind him who he belongs to.
And Liam lets him. Wants him to.
Their climax crashes over them like a wave—Theo coming with a low groan buried against Liam’s throat, Liam moments later, shuddering as he spills between them, his whole body shaking.
They stay like that for a long moment, tangled in sweat and breath, hearts pounding in sync. Theo finally rolls to the side, pulling Liam with him, arms wrapped tight around his waist.
“…Still think we’re too old for stuffed animals?” Liam mutters after a beat, his voice lazy and wrecked.
Theo chuckles, pressing a kiss to Liam’s shoulder. “I think I need another one just to recover from you.”
“Then you’re lucky Mr. Snuggles is a heavy sleeper.”
They both burst into soft laughter, limbs still tangled, heat still lingering.
Tomorrow, they’ll deal with the rest of the world. But tonight? They have rain on the roof, each other, and a stuffed bear on the floor who’s probably seen too much.
Gift fic/image for @thiamstuff (and yes, I totally snagged that meme off your page months ago and used it for inspiration. I really hope you like this. I tried my best considering Thiam is most definitely not my ship 😅🙈🙃🥺)
Omg, I love this so much!! That’s actually such a cute idea, snatching that meme like that. Maybe Thiam isn’t your top fic, but you nailed this one—like, the fluff in the beginning? So sweet. The teasing and mocking? Perfection. And that smut detail at the end? Yeah… let’s just say I was NOT expecting that at all 👀. That poor stuffed bear though 😭😭—'Mr. Snuggles' is such a cute name, I can’t even! Honestly, I love it so damn much, it was hot, and I will definitely reread this the moment I get home. Thank you for this🫶🫶🫶
top five thiam moment is when theo yells in the zoo for the first time and the first thing liam does is turn around and say: “why are you yelling?!?”
he doesn’t say it in a “you’re an idiot” way or the “i’m pissed at you way,” he just genuinely seems confused as to why theo is randomly yelling😭
to me, this will always show the dynamic the two of them have where they’re willing to listen to each other and go along with their plans, but not before they completely understand why it’ll work and how they have to execute it.
like they definitely will never let the other know that they like the plan or agree with it, but they’ll also never not listen when the other is proposing the idea in the first place.
I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔
The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war.
Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚
Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty.
What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️
I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍
If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support.
Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨
Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏
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