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demxters · 4 years

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In Love and War

theo raeken x reader

request: @bricksatanakinswindow hi bby can you do 15 from the angst prompt with either theo raeken or liam dunbar 💕

15. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood

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a/n: ty for the request bricks! i forgot how much i loved theo raeken in season 6 shoot. anyways, first time writing for theo so lemme know what y’all think!

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They say all is fair in love and war. The first time you laid your eyes upon the mysterious new guy across the hall, you felt your heart skip a beat and your palms begin to sweat. You’re not sure what it was that drew you to him that day. Whether it was his closed off demeanor or the arrogant smirk that seemed to be etched onto his features. There was something about him that drew you to him. He warned you, they all did, and yet you didn’t listen. Your heart was too naive.

“Theo Raeken,” he said with a smile, holding out his hand for you to shake.

You skeptically look at the boy, taking his hand in yours, clearing your throat when you realize you’ve been holding his hand for a minute too long. “You new to Beacon Hills, Theo?”

“Not necessarily. I used to live here as a kid,” he replied, staring off into the distance as if he were reliving some kind of memory. “How about you? Surely I’d remember someone as gorgeous as you living here in Beacon Hills all your life.”

“I actually moved here in my freshmen year.” You feel your cheeks heat up at his words and you nervously fiddle with your fingers. The bell rings pulling you out of the trance the boy had put you in. “I gotta get to class but maybe I’ll see you around?” you question him as you definitely did not cross your fingers behind your back in hopes to see him again.

“Oh most definitely,” he answers you. And with one last smile, he turns leaving you standing in the middle of the hallway like a grinning idiot. What the hell just happened?

He cared for you more than he wanted to admit. You weren’t part of his plan originally. He barely had any clue who you were until that day in the hallway when you accidentally bumped into him. He hadn’t thought of you much since then until he saw you talking to Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski after school. That’s when he knew he got lucky because now he had the perfect person to help him slither his way into the pack.

“You know Stiles is just being a little asshole again, right?” you whispered to him as the two of you laid down in the back of his truck, staring up at the night sky. “You’re not a bad person. You saved Lydia’s life for god's sake.”

Theo couldn’t shake the feelings that you gave him, and it scared him. For the first time in years, he finally had someone who didn’t see him as a mistake, as a failure. You saw him as the man he wanted to be, the Theo Raeken he wanted to be. With you, he could be the Theo that just went to high school and worried about winning over the girl he liked. With you, he felt as if all the weight on his shoulders were lifted. With you the world fell away. And that was all that mattered to him. But he couldn’t have you feeling the same way. Not with what was to come. And yet he couldn’t make himself pull away. Everything about you only drew him closer. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

He swallows harshly, grabbing your hand that laid next to his. “Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” you softly answer back.

“Promise you won’t fall in love with me,” his voice falters at the end, his heart breaking with every word.

But you just chuckle, not thinking much of it, and reply by taking your hand out from under his and sitting up with a smile. “That won’t be a problem, Raeken. That much is sure.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, yeah I promise…”

You let out a quiet sob into your pillow, careful not to wake the others. His pleas and cries played in your head like a broken record. There was never a night where you weren’t there for him. His night terrors bothered him at night and you were the only one who could calm him down. Something about that fact always brought a small smile to your face. Crawling out of your sleeping bag, you carefully made your way through the sea of sleeping teens surrounding you, and quietly made your way to the kitchen. Grabbing a cup of water, you stand at the counter, staring at the moon from the window above your kitchen sink, thinking about the first time you realized you just might have broken your promise.

You’ve never seen him like this. Like such a mess. His cocky and confident demeanor was gone leaving him in his most vulnerable state. You weren’t sure if it was his whimpers or his sobs that woke you up first but the minute you heard the boy beside you make a noise, you found yourself wide awake and sitting up beside him. His body was shaking and he was whispering incoherent words under his breath. But something about the way his face was scrunched up made you realize he wasn’t just having a bad dream. “Theo,” you whisper, slightly shaking his shoulder.

You get no response. “Theo wake up,” you try again, louder this time and putting some more force into your shake. The boy is still shaking and sobbing in your bed, each sob getting louder and louder than the first. You don’t know what else to do so you wrap your arms around his waist, grabbing his hands that rested on his stomach, and squeeze him tight. You rest your forehead against his back, gently shushing him and rubbing circles onto his palms.

He awakens with a gasp, almost getting up in a panic, when your familiar scent fills his nostrils and the feeling of your hands pull him back to reality. He hears your shushes subside, guessing that you’ve realized he’s finally awake. “Y/N,” he whispers, into the dark hoping to hear your soft voice instead of the metal whirring that won’t stop ringing in his ears.

“I’m here, I’ve got you.”

And that’s all it took for Theo Raeken to fall apart. Turning around in your arms, he cupped your face in his hands and leaned his forehead against yours, basking in your presence. Neither of you say anything as he leans forward and delicately places his lips on yours. Kissing Theo was almost like a dream. Never would you have thought kissing him would feel like this. So soft, passionate, and most of all loving. That was the night you almost let those three words slip past your lips but by the way he kissed you, you knew he felt the same as he took the words right from your mouth before spitting it back out in every movement of his lips against yours.

They say love is a battlefield. Theo had the hardest time admitting to himself that he had fallen in love with you in the short time that the two of you spent together. You were supposed to just be a pawn in his little game he was playing with the McCall pack, but you became so much more so fast. He could’ve easily thrown you away when he was done with you. Yet, even after he claimed his spot in the pack as an ally, he found himself fighting for you harder than anything he’s ever fought for anything before.

“You stay away, do you hear me?” Stiles exclaims, slamming Theo into the locker behind him.

Theo puts his hands up, shaking his head with a breathy laugh. “What, you think this little threat is going to keep me away? Do you think Y/N is going let you keep me away?”

“Shut up,” Stiles says under his breath, his grip tightening on Theo’s collar. “You leave Y/N alone, do you understand me? You drag her into this and I will fight you myself.”

“Then bring it on, Stiles. Listen, you may not trust me, but trust me when I say this. I love Y/N. I would never do anything that would put her in danger. I would protect her with my life, and I know you would do the same.”

Stiles loosens his grip on Theo in shock at his confession. Letting Theo go, he shakes his head and says, “You better mean that because if you hurt her I swear I will break your face.” And with that, Stiles storms out of the locker room leaving Theo to deal with the fact that he just confessed his love for you to Stiles of all people. But he knew deep down that his words were true. He’d endure all the pain in the world if that meant keeping you safe.

So maybe you should have listened. You should have packed your things and ran away the moment Theo Raeken approached you in the school hallway. But something in your heart begged you to stay. Now you weren’t sure if that was the best or worst mistake you’ve ever made. Maybe if you just kept your heart locked away you wouldn’t be hurting as bad as you were now. Maybe you wouldn’t be wasting your tears on a boy named Theo Raeken. But no matter how badly you wanted to hate him, your heart felt the exact opposite. You loved him. You loved him with your entire being, even if he never loved you back.

“What the fuck?” you shout at the sight of Scott’s body, bloodied and crippled on the floor. You wanted to vomit and cry. You wanted to scream and shout. But nothing came out of your mouth. You saw the figure in front of you turn around, revealing themselves to be none other than Theo Raeken himself.

“Y/N…” he says softly, carefully making his way over to you.

You look down at his claws that were dripping crimson red. “I-is that Scott’s blood?”

“Y/N,” he states firmer this time, still making his way over to you.

You flinch when he calls your name again and you back away from him. “No! Theo, what did you do?”

“What had to be done,” he replies, not missing the way your eyes shined with tears.

“No, no this can’t be right. You’re on our side! You saved Lydia, you saved me! You can’t be, you can’t…”

Theo stands his ground, still keeping his distance between the two of you despite wanting nothing more than to take you in his arms. “If you just let me explain-”

“Explain what? How you lied to us? How you lied to me? How could you do this?”

He stays silent, his eyes still boring into yours as he waits for you to realize it yourself. You’ve always been a clever girl, he didn’t doubt that you couldn’t put two and two together.

“Oh my god,” you whisper after a moment, finally understanding what was going on. “How long? Huh? How long were you going to just string me along like some-some idiot?” Your heart aches as you look at him. “God, I fought my friends for you. I defended you! And all I was to you was some pawn in your little chess game.”

“That’s not true,” he defends himself.

You scoff, tears continuing to cloud your vision. “Is it not? You liar!” You move closer to him this time, shoving at his chest. He lets you hit him as he slightly stumbles back. “Did I even mean anything to you?” You step forward, shoving him again. “God, Theo I loved you!”

This seems to pull a reaction out of him. Lowering his gaze to the floor, he suddenly feels like he can’t breathe. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“You think that was going to stop me? Theo, you made me feel things that no other guy has ever made me feel before. You made me feel safe, warm, and loved. But obviously this has always been a one sided thing.”

“Y/N-” I love you, he wanted to say, but the words never left his mouth. “You’re a fool for thinking I could ever love you.” Liar. “Like you said, you were just a pawn in my little game.” I’m sorry. He takes a step towards you and this time you don’t move. The two of you are almost chest to chest as he towers over you, looking down. “And you were naive enough to fall for my little act.” I still care about you.

That was the night Theo Raeken broke your heart. That was the night you swore to never love again.

Theo Raeken was a liar. A cheater. He used you and your heart. But as you layed back down in your bed, you couldn’t help but think maybe you should have seen it coming. Maybe heartbreak was inevitable. After all, all is fair in love and war.

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xxrainbow-princessxx · 4 years

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Know Your Worth - Isabella x Drake

A quick little story with an unlikely pairing. Sometimes friendship can mean more than anything else. - tagging a few friends who I think may like this. It might be a little rusty after a year of no writing lol! @drakewalkerfantasy @the-everlasting-dream @cora-nova ❤️

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Isabella slammed shut her laptop, sighing heavily as the Cordonian press announced the beginning of Leo‘s Social Season. She could feel her stomach drop as she read the headlines that the Crown Prince would have to make his decision at the year long event to choose his future wife and Queen - even the bookies had the known eligible noble ladies ranked for the country to bet on who would be their next Queen. “Ugh...” she groaned, “I could do with a drink...” Whilst calling for a car, Isabella picked up her black leather coat, scarf and matching baker boy hat asking the driver to take her to a quiet bar in Cordonia. Isabella needed something to take her mind off of what was happening. The driver drove through the streets of the Capitol, going further downtown than Isabella had exploded before pulling up in front of an old tavern styled bar. He looked back into the mirror as he caught her gaze, “Hey sweetheart, are you...” Isabella nodded quietly towards him, politely paying his fare, “Yes, thank you...” before tipping him appropriately she opened the car door.

As soon as the heels of her black knee high boots touched the pavement, the bouncer at the door straightened up. His broad frame was intimidating as he groaned, “ID please...” and Isabella reached into her purse to give him her college ID. The bouncer scanned it before passing it back to her, “No college ID’s... passport and driver’s licence only!” Isabella didn’t ever bring her official documents with her just in case. She looked at the bouncer puzzled, “... but why?...” his mood did not change as he tapped the sign behind him, “Management rules!” causing Isabella to frown. Her brow knitted together as she became more frustrated, “What if you don’t have a passport? That’s hardly fair?” The bouncer was starting to get weary of her questions, standing over the door, “Miss... if you don’t have the right...” Isabella’s accent always became a lot stronger as she got worked up as she shouted back “fine!”

She felt someone push passed her, almost knocking her over in her stiletto boots barking back, “Watch it!” The male in the long woollen dark grey coat turned towards her as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. His eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed upon the petite brunette barely recognising her, “Bella is that?...” Isabella’s chocolate and honey speckled eyes lit up as she smiled warmly, “Hey Walker...” Drake nodded towards the bouncer as he glanced back at Isabella, “Hey Theo... it’s alright she’s with me...” Theo nodded in reply, moving to the side to allow Isabella to enter. As Drake took off his coat, he found a booth for them to talk away from the few patrons already there. As Isabella looked around, familiarising herself with the surroundings, brow raised as he began to question her, “What the hell are you doing in a place like this?”

Isabella didn’t answer his question as she rummaged through her handbag taking out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. She tapped the packet off of the table, taking one into her mouth and lighting it. Upon taking a drag she passed them across to Drake, enjoying those first few puffs that calmed her nerves but Drake was persistent, “Y’know it’s not safe you...” tapping her cigarette into the tray, Isabella snarled, “I’m not a fucking moron nor a china doll, so don’t treat me like one!” Drake shrugged his shoulders as his attention turned to the bar raising his index and middle finger to order. Isabella’s mouth twisted to the left as she studied Drake’s expression; he seemed troubled. “I could ask you the same thing Walker... could you not be in College?”

Drake grunted as the bottle of whiskey was set down in front of him along with two glasses. As he slid the glass down towards the petite brunette, Drake mumbled, “You’re being a right Royal pain in the ass right now...” pouring two fingers of whiskey into each glass, Drake’s cheek twitched holding back a smirk, “Think you can handle this?” Isabella’s eyes flared towards him, those little honey flicks flickered in the light as she blinked. She swiped the glass from under her nose and threw it back. This is what she came here for. She closed her eyes as the warm liquid burned her throat tasting the smokiness and cinnamon aftertaste before setting the glass back on the table with a ‘clink’. Drake followed suit, pouring each other another drink until he cleared his throat, “So are you gonna tell me why I find you trying to get into an old dive bar and not some exclusive club exercising that Royal title of yours?”

Isabella rolled her eyes as she clicking her tongue in the process, “Sometimes Drake... you just want to be free... do what you want, when you want with no one barking orders at you...” she began to sigh, “... and I figured a place like this isn’t going to care that Leo’s social season has begun, so I don’t have to hear about it everywhere I go...” Drake nodded, “I hear ya...” Drake knew exactly where she was coming from and didn’t want to push any further. The Leo/Isabella set up was going to hurt someone and Drake always knew, it would hurt Isabella more than Leo. As long as his dick was wet, he didn’t care. Isabella watched as he picked up his glass, swirling the golden yellow laid around, almost staring into it - getting lost momentarily before he downed it in one go. Drake was troubled, Isabella could sense the tension he held in his shoulders. He was stiff and looked tired; obviously the trip back from the States was catching up with him.

Isabella tucked her hair behind her left ear as she politely smiled, “You know you aren’t going to find an answer at the bottom of that glass... I know Liam is finding it tough...” her eyes softened as she looked directly at Drake, “Is that why you’re home?” Drakes began to laugh, “Is it that obvious huh?” Isabella took another drag of her cigarette as she nodded, “... Just a little...” Drake reached out grabbing the cigarettes and clipper, lighting up and watching him this turn, Isabella resaved across the table, placing her hand on his, “He’ll be ok Drake...” he felt her warmth as her thumb caressed the top of his hand bringing a barely there smile to his face, “Thanks... but...” as Drake sighed, Isabella moved her hand away, “College was a good run... but I’m back now so it should get better...” Isabella began to nod as she took the bottle of whiskey and filled their glasses once more.

As the evening moved forward, the pair began to laugh and joke whilst drowning their sorrows in alcohol- bonding over childhood memories. Drake sniggered as he remembered one summer that Isabella stayed with Maxwell and Bertrand. “Do you remember the time you walked up and punched Beaumont in the face because he wouldn’t let you play polo because you were a girl?” Drake began to laugh louder, “That was a beautiful day!” They talked about Drake’s football scholarship and discussing the upcoming World Cup fixtures. Isabella lifted her glass giggling, “Papa tried to buy Maradona... even made him an honorary citizenship to play for Laurentia... but FIFA wasn’t too happy and blocked it... papa never recovered from the rejection - it was worse than a breakup! In my country, football is even more important than religion!” And by the end of the evening... both of them just a little more tipsy than they should have been - Drake and Isabella felt a lot better than they had a few hours before hand. It was fate that brought them together and there and then - they needed each other.

A weight had been temporarily lifted from their shoulders as the pair walked arm and arm back through the Cordonian capitol towards Isabella’s townhouse. Drake insisted he walk her home and the both of them giggled and laughed together as they stumbled towards her front door. They were comfortable with each other and for once - the normality of it all, albeit simple was all they needed. Isabella’s bright beaming smile began to paint across her face as she looked up towards Drake with those kohl lined eyes of hers. She began to see him in a completely different light; his broad shoulders, messy dark chestnut hair and those eyes... those intense dark hazelnut brown eyes would make anyone melt and behind them was a gentle softness that very few would have the pleasure to experience. Her accent slowly rolled off her tongue as her nose scrunched a little whilst she laughed, “I’m really glad I bumped into you tonight...” Drake awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair as his gaze never left the Laurentian Princess.

Normally he wouldn’t have had a chance, he wasn’t a Prince, he had nothing to offer her but as the petite brunette stood in front of him biting down on her lip and with a little liquid courage - Drake leaned down placing his hands on either side of her face placing a kiss upon her supple, soft lips. He felt Isabella smile against him as her arms wrapped around his neck until he took a step back. Drake watched as her long eyes lashes fluttered wondering why he stopped and Drake realised what had happened. Getting angry with himself, he gritted his teeth, “Shit... sorry! I shouldn’t have...Fuck...” Isabella sighed, her smile never faltering as she rubbed his arm, “Hey... it’s ok... I get it...” before she kissed his cheek gently. “I gotta...” she walked back towards the door as Drake stood there, hands shoved into his jean pockets. Isabella looked over her shoulder as he still stood there waiting, making sure she got home safe. she couldn’t help but grin warmly towards him quietly cooing, “Thank you...” before closing the door behind her.

A few weeks had passed and Isabella had returned home from Cordonia. After some deliberation, she decided to send Drake a little present as a ‘no hard feelings’ truce. As Bastien handed Drake the letter, he opened it and enclosed were two tickets to the World Cup held in Germany that summer. His brow raised as he questioned the tickets, “How the?!” The tickets weren’t due for release for a few months until he removed the letter which explained everything.

‘Drake,

I hope that everything is starting to get back to normal. I’ve been able to get you some tickets to the next World Cup in Germany for the first game- America v Spain. I hope that they are to your satisfaction - I thought for once you might enjoy a relatively normal seat amongst the crowd. Sorry that I cannot agree with your preference in team, but I will be happy knowing that you will enjoy this present as a thank you for being so kind to me over the years. Your loyalty is remarkable and your selflessness admirable but you deserve your own happiness! I truly hope you do find what truly makes you happy. You’re a great guy and any girl would be lucky to be with you... next time, don’t let her walk away! Always remember that your worth is measured in how you present yourself, not by the life you were born into.

All my love

Isabella’

Drake hid that letter for years - either he nor Isabella ever mentioned it ever to anyone. The letter never saw the day of light until one night after spending time with Riley, Drake’s conscious was torn. How could he love the woman that his best friend had fallen for again. Rummaging through a set of documents, Drake found the partially torn letter and the stubs from the World Cup he attended, reading through it once more. If someone like her could see him for who he truly was - maybe Riley could too and he could have that life he truly wanted and for once felt like he deserved.

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