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steo + the types of love

"Hey," Malia says, shouldering her backpack. "I have to go."

Theo looks up from the book he scans. Malia's forehead is creased with lines as she waves a hand to Stiles's sleeping figure on the table across from his seat. Theo bobs his head, "Yeah, I'll tell him."

She nods and hurries out of the library. It's late, and they're with the last few still puttering around. The pack and Theo have been in the library almost every vacant period between classes. Except for Lydia, because she's still in the hospital after the encounter with the werewolf-kanima. They're looking into helpful information about a Chimera, and Stiles falls asleep while at it.

Theo glances down at the boy and can't help but give a soft smile. He's still a little in disbelief that Stiles is a werewolf, much more that he has blue eyes. From what the Argent hunters have taught him, shapeshifters with that eye color indicate that they have taken an innocent life and has become tainted deep inside. When he looks at Stiles, he doesn't see someone capable of hurting anybody. Then again, a lot has happened that none of them seem to want to discuss. They look like a strong group externally, but in the short time Theo's been around, he can tell that they're not as honest with each other. Theo wants to know, but he can't force them to divulge secrets they'd rather bury - especially not Stiles.

He does learn that Stiles lost his mother shortly after Theo's family left Beacon Hills. And Theo, well, he understands losing people. It fucks you up even if it's not apparent on the outside - still water runs deep.

Theo hears murmurs downstairs and peeks to see the other students filtering out. They're officially the only ones left, and it's close to 11:00.

"Stiles," he nudges the boy in his shoulder. Stiles's immediate reaction is to jerk hard and whip his head with a snarl, his eyes glowing blue. When he sees it's Theo, he recoils.

Stiles's face pinches in embarrassment, and he hurries to apologize. "Sorry, I didn't," he covers his face with his hands and rubs, exhaling. "Fuck, sorry," he looks up again, looking like he's about to beat himself up with a stick. "I'm just a little on edge with all the," he pauses and flings his arms on the open Bestiary, then finishes with the loudest exasperated sigh.

"Hey," Theo smiles to dissipate his worry. "It's fine. We're all at our wit's end."

"I shouldn't have flashed my eyes, Theo," He points shamefully. "What if it wasn't you?"

"But it was, so."

Stiles's response is to wearily sag in his seat and rub his eyes with the heels of his hands. Theo closes the Bestiary for him and stands. "Come on, let's get some rest."

Stiles nods and gathers his items into his bag, posture, and expression still taut.

"Stop brooding," Theo attempts to ease his nerves again. "I admit it looks hot on you, but it can also get you wrinkles."

Stiles falters from his packing and turns to Theo, mouth ajar, caught off guard, "You think I'm hot when I frown?"

"You got me," Theo zips his bag and replies casually, as he swings it on one shoulder. "I think you're hot all the time."

Theo's straight face pulls a little tug on the corners of Stiles's lips. He plays along, "Well, relax on the compliment, Theo. Next thing you know, you're dating a werewolf."

"The Hunter and the Werewolf," Theo announces with a slanting smile. "The next classic tale of star-crossed lovers."

It makes Stiles chuckle, but his look is faraway and pensive. He murmurs in thought, "We can't have another of that tragedy, can we?"

Theo scoffs, "Please. You and me against Shakespeare. The dude doesn't stand a chance."

Theo counts it as a success that he coaxes another soft laugh from Stiles, even if the sad look on his face lingers.

***

Theo hears the conflict before he sees it. He rushes to open his trunk and grabs the crossbow he finds there and runs back inside the school. Stiles and Theo's cars are in different areas, so they separated after checking out of the library. Now, he seems to be retracing his steps back to it as he follows the sound of fighting.

When he finally reaches the library, he pushes open the door and comes face-to-face with a silver-eyed wendigo with teeth appearing from different parts of his body. The creature bares sets of sharp teeth and launches.

The mutant is powerful, as they have just ironically read from the additional entries of the Bestiary:

These vicious supernatural creatures were an unwelcome discovery among the native people of the new world. They are known to have an uncontrollable appetite for human flesh which leads them to kill despite any better judgment they might process.

Sneaky creatures, Wendigos can maintain a human appearance while hiding multiple fanged teeth (similar to Kanimas) behind their lips. However, when in their true form, Wendigos’ eyes shimmer with a white glow.

While there may be a tactical strike known to kill these supernatural cannibals among the tribes who have been most affected by Wendigos, it is yet unknown to us.

He chucks Theo's weapon before he can shoot and tosses him down on the floor. He snags his silver knife but doesn't get a chance to strike. Suddenly, Stiles springs from the second floor, growling as his claws slash the wendigo's back.

The creature howls in pain and smacks Stiles backward. The boy hits some scaffolding for interior construction, and metal bars fall from it. It all happens too fast, but then suddenly over.

Stiles manages to grapple for one of the bars and impales the wendigo with it. Soon, blood and mercury flood the library floor.

***

He's in Stiles's bed, watching as the boy writes and scrubs at his plexiglass crime board.

Donovan is not dead - walked out.

Donovan is dead.

Someone took the body.

Stiles looks conflicted. His hands keep wringing, and he's sweating excessively. He glares at the words as if doing that will straighten his confusion.

Theo is confused, too. As Donovan, the wendigo bled out, Theo takes Stiles back to his jeep. The boy hesitated, but he dialed 911 and reported the body. The officers in the area were quick to check, but the radio came back with a 653 - a prank call.

They went back as soon as the police were gone. And indeed, the library stands clean of any evidence of the struggle.

Theo isn't surprised when Stiles slams the eraser on the board in his frustration. He allows Stiles the space to let his anger out.

Later, when Stiles has calmed down, they lay face-to-face on their sides in the same bed Stiles called him a friend five years ago. It's not premeditated, but they maneuver themselves in their current position like it's only natural to do so.

"We'll figure this out," Theo speaks first.

Stiles only become more miserable. He says in a soft, downhearted voice, "I will lose my best friend,"

"You won't. It's self-defense."

"Not when I have the capacity to restrain," Stiles sounds bitter. "I'm a damn werewolf, Theo. And now a murderer again."

Theo frowns at his words, "We'll figure this out." he repeats, slowly, in insistence. Stiles has just referred to the reason his eyes are blue, but Theo doesn't think it's the time. Tonight, they evaded death. It's only a necessity to fight for their lives. We hunt that which hunts us.

Stiles eventually drowses off, exhaustion winning over, and Theo can't help but reach out to smooth the lines in his face. He mutters in the quiet of the night, "We already defied William tonight, Stiles."

Stiles's reply is a gentle puff of breath.

"We won't be a tragedy," he promises. "We already have too much of that.

But, not us."

~•~

playful love: is the flirtatious love commonly found in the beginning stages of a relationship. (catalyst: emotion)

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