#slytherin theo raeken

[amatchinwater]

Pairing: Steo

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Moaning Myrtle,

Warnings/tags: potion making, use of potions, love potion, liquid luck, HP AU,

Words: 3955

a/n: I always had this idea that Felix Felicis would backfire if you didn't need luck for the task...so I did it with Steo 💚 for @voidstilesplease for helping me solidify the idea like a year ago! @msmischief101 I finally did it 😭

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Just A Little Luck

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There’s a few things to note about Hogwarts sixth year Stiles Stilinski. For starters, he’s a Slytherin. Top of his class too, he’s been in the Slug Club for years. The sorting hat was a little stumped with him at first. His proclivity for academics almost had Stiles placed in Ravenclaw, but he’s far too much of a trickster to be placed anywhere but Slytherin. Not to mention the ambition to achieve his goals no matter what it takes. 

He’s also an Animagus. Which was an incredibly hard process to learn as a third year. But Stiles did it by some miracle. It’s amazing running around in his fox form. The Forbidden Forest is his favorite. Most of the Centaurs know him by name since Stiles is one of the few Wizards to treat not only the forest, but them with respect. So they leave him to run in peace and even occasionally seek his help if something is amiss. 

Being academically inclined made his O.W.L.s a cake walk. As a muggle-born most of his peers expected him to struggle early on. Stiles was more than happy to prove them wrong. 

Professor Slughorn is obsessed with him. Which means that Stiles has far surpassed his fellow classmates. On his first day in the advanced potions course, he was the only one to successfully brew an invisibility potion. It’s just as difficult and temperamental as the Draught of Living Death. Slughorn was practically giddy even after all this time.

“No student can make that potion,” Myrtle sneers from where she’s perched above the sinks. 

“For the love of Merlin,” Stiles sets his book back on his lap with a huff. “Isn’t there some hopeless Prefect taking a bath that you can go and annoy?” 

As much sass as he’s giving the ghost, she’s not exactly wrong. Not a single student has ever successfully brewed Felix Felicis. Never. But there hasn’t been a single potion to beat Stiles yet. He’s not about to let it be Liquid Luck either. 

Stiles needs this. 

Because today he plans on asking Theo Raeken out on a date. Slytherin Quidditch Captain, same year as Stiles. And true heir to Salazar Slytherin. While Theo doesn’t seem to adhere to the Pureblood ideology, a little luck couldn’t hurt a muggle-born like Stiles. 

So he’s going to make this fucking potion. Preferably without Moaning Myrtle’s snark.

“You don’t have to be so rude, you know,” she whines, ghostly eyes filling with tears. 

Stiles hangs his head back with a sigh, “look, Myrtle,” he tries to stow his annoyance when he faces her again. “I have something really important I’m trying to do today, okay? I need all the help I can get.” 

“From what I hear, you’re the smartest in your year.” Myrtle squints at him, “what could you possibly need luck for?”

“Landing a date with Theo Raeken,” he mumbles.

“A boy,” she squeals, laughing as she soars towards him. “Why didn’t you say so?” 

“I-I’m sorry?” The Slytherin boy stares at her shocked. The girl has certainly never been this docile around him. But he needed privacy, so he came to the second floor girl’s bathroom.

“You should be.” She goes to shove his shoulder, but her hand goes right through him. Such an odd feeling, and cold. “Had I known it was about a boy, I’d have helped you.”

Stiles snorts, “you? Help someone? That doesn’t sound like the Myrtle that tried to drown me in the toilet last year.” 

“I’m only mean to those that are mean to me,” she says with a sly grin. 

“To be fair, I hadn’t realized which bathroom I ran into,” Stiles chuckles.

“You threw a book at my head!”

“I’m sorry! You startled me!”

Myrtle laughs, “come on. Let’s get you your boy. Add another tentacle.” 

“But the instructions specifically say two.”

She shrugs, “I watched Professor Slughorn brew some as a prize for his seventh year class. He put in three.”

Suddenly unsure as to whether or not Myrtle is actually helping him, Stiles cautiously puts in another Murtlap tentacle. The bubbling brown mixture lets out a puff of smoke before settling to a nice golden color. Just like the book suggests.

“Yes!” Stiles exclaims, pumping his fist in the air. “Myrtle, I could kiss you right now. Thank you.”

The ghost giggles, “go get your boy. I want to hear all about it,” Myrtle smiles before soaring in the air and diving into her toilet with a splash.

Stiles ladles the Felix Felicis into a small goblet so it can cool off. He hasn’t been in the girl’s bathroom- lavatory, loo, he’s really gotta get a handle on the lingo outside of America- for very long. If he moves quickly, he can catch Theo on his way to the Quidditch pitch. Hopefully alone so he can word vomit his request for a date with no peering eyes. Minimal shame is what he’s going for here. 

Giving the potion another moment to cool, Stiles tidies up his things and dusts his robe off. Slinging it back on so McGonagall doesn’t give him shit for not wearing it again, he gulps down the Liquid Luck. A smile glosses over his face and with a flourish of his wand, the cauldron and ingredients disappear. Hopefully clean and back in his room. 

Felix agrees. 

Feeling good about himself, Stiles saunters out into the halls in search of Theo. He’s had the biggest crush on his fellow Slytherin since he laid eyes on the boy underneath the Sorting Hat. Theo has always been nice to him on their carriage rides to the castle and around the school. They even studied for their O.W.L.s together. Theo has even sparked up a conversation or two with him if they’ve sat close enough during meals. Stiles can just never get over the hurdle of their lineage. That there’s the chance Theo’s parents stand by the not mixing of blood and expect their son to do the same. Times may have changed, but not for everyone. 

But that’s what Felix is for.

To put luck on his side and get the guy. 

Walking out the front door feeling absolutely giddy, Stiles finds Theo not far ahead and actually walking alone. The Quidditch captain has his broom resting on his shoulders, drumming his fingers against the wood. 

Not letting this chance go to waste, Theo is right there, Stiles runs. “Hey, Theo! Wait up,” he calls. 

The other Slytherin boy stops in his tracks, turning around with his brows pinched. When his eyes land on Stiles, Theo smiles and meets him halfway. 

“Thanks,” Stiles pants when he reaches the other boy. 

“You alright?” Theo chuckles, amused as he swings his broom off his shoulders. 

Stiles hunches over, hands on his knees to catch his breath. "Yeah," he huffs. Apparently Liquid Luck couldn't be bothered to help him in the athletic department. Rude.

Theo pats his shoulder, unknowingly grounding Stiles; he’s more fox than human at times with touch. "You should join the team. I'll make you a better runner in no time." 

"I'm a fantastic runner," Stiles stands back up. He nods his head to the side, "well, when I'm a fox, I am. Four legs are much faster than two." 

"Have you given any more thought to letting me see you as a fox?" Theo asks, almost shyly, looking at his feet. 

"I-" he honestly thought the other boy had been joking. And that was like two weeks ago. "You were serious?" 

The captain nods, "well, yeah. If you'd be comfortable with that. I think Animaguses are fascinating." Theo flashes him a gorgeous smile and his heart damn near melts. This is genuine Theo too. Because he’d asked about this before Stiles even took the potion.  "It's cool as hell that I'm friends with one. I'd love to see it." 

They've talked and studied together, but Stiles never thought the other boy would've considered them friends. 

"Yeah," Stiles clears his throat to hide the cheesy grin. "Just let me know when." 

"I'm gonna hold you to that," Theo playfully narrows his eyes at him, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth. "Right," he jumps like he'd remembered something, " I gotta get to the pitch, I'll see you back at the common room." 

"Okay," Stiles waves, letting him go. "Oh shit. Theo hang on," he grabs the other boy’s arm, "I almost forgot what I wanted to ask you." 

"What's up?" He asks, not caring about the hand on him. Theo doesn't usually let people touch him outside of Quidditch. 

"I-" Stiles takes a breath, anxiety starting to creep in beside Felix. But that's what it's for. All he has to do is say the words. "I was wondering if you'd let me take you to the Three Broomsticks? You know," he sways on his feet, "as a date."

"Oh, uh, Stiles-" 

No. No, no, no, no, no. Felix was supposed to help this go well! His heart is plummeting in his chest. Stomach ready to fall out of his ass. He recognizes that tone a mile away. Stiles is being rejected. 

"I'm sorry. You're a great guy and I would love to  hang out with you, but I'm just not interested in you like that." Theo’s face twists in confusion. That Stiles even asked in the first place? "I- I'm really sorry. I gotta go," he nods before turning back towards the gate. 

Stiles watches him in shocked silence. What did he possibly do wrong? He made it right, Myrtle assured him of it. And seeing as how he, a non-Quidditch player, made it outside the castle after dinner, it had to have worked. 

"What the fuck just happened?" 

—

He doesn't attend classes for three days, or even leave bed just to go down to the common room. Madam Pomfrey came to check on him the second day. Seeing he wasn't ill, but riddled with nerves, she let him off. Nerves over seeing Theo again after being rejected, but she didn’t need to know that. It was plain to his friends he shares the room with that he was not doing so great. 

His only solace was when Liam, his friend and Beater on the team, came back to their room that night and said nothing about it. So Theo didn't tell anybody. 

That's something at least. 

On the other hand though, Stiles woke up on the fourth day with his robes soaked. 

"Shit," he mutters, waving his wand to dry it. He promised Myrtle that he'd tell her what happened. She must think he's blowing her off. Today is the last day Madam Pomfrey gave him to collect himself. Maybe moving around will do him some good. 

After quickly getting dressed, Stiles makes his way to the great hall. Most of the students have gone to their first classes of the day. Only a handful of sixth and seventh years with free periods remain. He nicks a muffin and a goblet of pumpkin juice from the Slytherin table before leaving. Making his way towards the girl's bathroom on the second floor with his head hung low.

Hopefully Myrtle isn't too pissed. It's not like he's been denying her or purposefully ignoring her. Stiles was just too mortified to leave his room. Wildly embarrassed and stuck in his feelings.

Carefully pushing open the door, Stiles pikes his head inside. "Whoa!" He shouts, jumping back and narrowly escaping a massive stream of water coming straight for his face. "Myrtle, it's me," Stiles says through the closed door. 

"Good," she snaps, followed by the sound of more water slapping the wood. 

"Listen, I haven't been leaving you hanging, I promise" he explains. "Theo, he-" Stiles sighs, might as well finally say the words out loud. "He turned me down." 

Myrtle’s head pops through the middle of the door, "what?" 

"He rejected me," Stiles slaps his thighs. The ghost's face falls and she retreats back into the bathroom. Skeptical that he's safe from more projectiles, Stiles pushes the door open again, finding Myrtle sitting by the sinks; she pats the space beside her. "I don't understand what I did wrong," Stiles says, plopping down beside her. 

"What happened?" 

Stiles recounts everything. How he made it out of the castle with ease when only Quidditch players are allowed out for practice. How nice Theo was to him in general and about him being an Animagus. The playful nature the other boy had about him being out of shape as a human.

Everything. 

"But when you asked him on a date, he said no," Myrtle looks just as confused as Theo had when he said no. "Maybe he doesn't like boys. I doubt Felix Felicis can change someone's sexual preferences." 

Stiles shakes his head, "no, he likes guys too. I've seen him making out with Talbot under the Quidditch stands in our fourth year." That isn’t an easy sight to forget. The two hottest guys in school making out with each other? Yeah, that’s burned into Stiles’ brain and at the tippy top of his spank bank. 

Don’t judge.

Myrtle hums, tapping her chin, "maybe they're still together?" 

"Nah, it was only the one time and Brett transferred to Durmstrang last year." Stiles presses the palms of his hands into his eyes and takes a deep breath. He hasn't cried over this yet and he's not about to do so now. "I just don't get it. The potion definitely worked." 

"You know," she giggles, a mischievous sound. He’s not entirely sure if he likes the sound. "If you want Theo so badly, you could just slip him a love potion. It's much easier to make than Liquid Luck." 

Stiles drops his hands, crossing his arms over his knees, "no. I don't want to force him into liking me. I just used Felix to get me one date.” The Slytherin boy lifts a finger, “just the one. If Theo didn't like me after that, then so be it. I just wanted a chance, Myrtle." 

"So use Amortentia to get you the date," the ghost says. "It's not long lasting," Myrtle tries to reason, "if it wears off in the middle of the date and he wants to leave, let him. But if he stays…" she trails off, leaving the Slytherin boy to fill in the blanks. 

"Then he actually likes me?" 

"I would say so, yes." 

"I guess I could tweak it," Stiles rubs his jaw, thinking out loud, "make it less potent. More of an attraction than an actual love potion. Just to make myself seem more appealing to him, you know? Just enough to get the date, that’s it." 

Myrtle smiles, "you certainly wouldn't be the first Wizard to change a spell or potion to have it work in their favor."

"You're right, I can do this." 

—

Once Slughorn saw how good Stiles was at brewing potions, he allowed the sixth year access to his ingredients whenever he wanted. Grabbing the necessary items for Amortentia was easy. Avoiding people on his way back to Myrtle’s lavatory, not so much. The one Prefect that stopped him was thankfully a Slytherin. So all Stiles had to do was tell a small fib that he was brewing a tonic for his nerves and was sent on his way. 

It's a really good thing that no one ever uses this bathroom anymore. The house elves still keep it clean so that Myrtle doesn't have to live eternity in filth, but they’re not due yet. Which is kind of pointless. The girl swims in toilet drains on the regular. Stiles doubts she cares about a little dust. On the other hand, the thought is probably nice though. 

And with no students being stupid enough to risk upsetting Myrtle, he's free to make his potion in peace. 

"I'm glad you're not the boy I thought you were," Myrtle says, looking over the ingredients littering the tile floor. 

Stiles snorts a laugh, "and I'm glad you're not like Peeves. I really can't stand him. You know he threw some poor Hufflepuff’s books on the floor because they didn’t like his jokes? The first year was in tears." 

"I’m not above making people cry,” Myrtle deadpans. “I just mean," she settles next to the cauldron that's coming to a boil, fiddling with her fingers, "it's nice to have a friend." Myrtle ducks her head, "I haven't had one of those in a really long time." 

The Slytherin boy's heart throbs, "I'm happy to be your friend, Myrtle." 

"So tell me about your boy," she giggles, lifting into the air to fly about the room. "Your Theo." 

Colorful smoke plumes from the cauldron, the spicy scent of cinnamon rolls wafts into his nostrils. Reminds him of early weekend mornings before his mom passed. Along with the smell of the Forbidden Forest after it rains, the perfect time for a little gray fox to go for a run. And something he can't quite place, spicy but a sharp sweetness almost like- holy shit. Theo's cologne. As if he didn't already know he was attracted to the fucking guy. 

Okay, now to just lessen the effects. 

"First of all," Stiles cocks an eyebrow at her, "he's not my Theo." 

"Oh, but you want him to be," she sings. "Come on, no one comes in here. Tell me about Theo, let me see him," Myrtle waves her hand in front of the potion as he adds half of a bezoar. 

If it's good enough to cure ailments, half of one should lessen the effects. At least he really hopes so. 

"Okay, okay," he shoos her off. "He's a few inches shorter than me, not noticeable really. His eyes are a beautiful blue," Stiles smiles, seeing them in his head. "But when the sun hits them just right, they look green." Like how they do every morning at the breakfast table. Talk about a way to start your day.

"He sounds handsome," Myrtle sighs, laying on her stomach, propping her head in her hands. 

"Very,” Stiles agrees. “He's captain of the Quidditch team," he tells the ghost, the smell of the brew becoming less intense. It's working! "Theo's a Slytherin like me, but from a very prominent bloodline." 

"Uh, Stiles," Myrtle says.

"I'm talking descended from Salazar himself," Stiles carries on, his rambling taking over. "That's why I used Liquid Luck. I-I didn't think that someone muggle-born would be accepted by his family. But I-I’m not a bad guy, you know? I just wanted a fair shot to prove myself."

"Stiles!" 

"What?" He snaps out of his rant to look up at her. 

"Would you say Theo has a strong jaw?" Myrtle asks. 

"I-" Stiles' mouth falls open in a frown. That's an odd question. "Yeah, I guess so. Why do you ask?" 

Myrtle doesn't answer, rather points behind Stiles, trying to hide her laugh. A bucket of ice water pours over him, Stiles is sure of it, when he turns around to find Theo. Amused as ever where he stands against the door with his arms folded and one leg crossed. 

"Oh fuck," Stiles mutters, eyes wide as saucers. He’s in the bathroom making a fucking love potion for the guy and he just walks in. Irony? Karma? What the fuck is this, because Stiles really doesn’t like it. He doesn’t even know what to do and isn’t even sure he’s breathing.

"Hey there Stiles," Theo smirks. 

That's not good. Stiles is frozen on the spot so badly he might as well have been hit by Petrificus Totalus. It's a really good thing his mouth is used to working without any help from him because Stiles is gone.

"How, uh, how long have you been standing there?" He asks, though certain he both knows the answer and doesn't actually want to hear it. His ears are pink enough as it, the heat creeping down his neck.

Theo leans off the wall, taking a step closer. His smirk ever present, "probably a lot longer than you'd like."

"Fuck," Stiles curses under his breath, hanging his head. This is so not how things were supposed to happen. What's Theo going to do? The fact that he just looks amused about the whole thing is rather unsettling. Stiles pinches his eyes closed, rubbing them before asking, "are you going to report me?" 

The other boy laughs, fully and heartily. "Why in the hell would I report you? Can't exactly date you if you're expelled now, can I?"

"What?" Stiles' head whips is. Surely he misheard. There’s simply no way he heard that properly.

Theo chuckles, standing close enough that Stiles has to look up at him. That shouldn’t be as enticing as it looks. "You know, for someone so brilliant, you can be quite thick." 

"I-I’m sorry?" 

Myrtle cackles, “he’s not wrong.” Stiles shoots her a glare and she backs off, giggling as she goes.

"There's this fine little clause when it comes to Felix Felicis." Theo asks, "did you know that?" Stiles' face falls at his words, no he didn't. "I did. Well, I had to look it up in the library." 

"What's the clause?" He asks. Because of course the one time Stiles doesn't read the fine print it's actually useful information. Go figure.

Theo squats in front of him, "it states that if you didn't need luck for the task to begin with, the potion will have the opposite effect. It's why I didn't use it to become captain; I'd have never gotten it." 

"So-"

"It's also why I was so fucking confused when I said no to the gorgeous awkward guy in my year who helped me pass my OWLs." Theo drops his voice to a whisper, "you know the one I'd ask out myself if he wasn't so bloody shy in everything but academics. I was worried your own fear would make you say no. But here you are," Theo points at the cauldron, "brewing Amortentia and having no idea that it smells like you and those little pies you brought to our study sessions." 

"To be fair, it's heavily diluted so you'd just be a little attracted to me." Stiles gets to his feet, "but hang on. If you'd known I'd used Liquid Luck, why didn't you say anything? Confront me sooner?"

"Well," Theo rises up to meet him, barely a foot apart, "this is the first day you've left your room." The captain gets closer, carefully putting a hand on Stiles' hip, pulling their bodied flush. All air leaves his lungs at the action, his heart pounding in his chest and legs turned to jelly. "Besides, this isn't a confrontation, sweetheart.” His free hand brushes the side of Stiles’ chin, making him shiver. “I think it's cute that you thought you needed potions to get me." 

"You do?" The words are whispered, breath caught in Stiles' throat.

"Very. All you had to do was say hello," Theo's words are accentuated with a squeeze to his hip. "So what do you say, sweetheart? Wanna be my boyfriend?" 

"Boyfriend?" Stiles nearly chokes on the word. 

"Stiles, I've known you for six years," Theo explains, "that's more than enough time to know if I want to be with someone." He leans in until their noses touch, "all you have to do is say yes and I'll learn the rest as we go."

This is all Stiles has ever wanted and more. Saying, "yes," is effortless. 

"Good," Theo grins, grabbing his chin and sealing their mouths together in a kiss. 

Guess he never needed luck to begin with. Stiles just needed to be himself to get the guy. 

Who knew?

#teen wolf #harry potter au #steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #slytherin stiles stilinski #slytherin theo raeken #felix felicis #amortentia #moaning myrtle #stiles x theo #theo x stiles #ao3 fic #Match Writes

[demieyesore]

Okay so I know i disappeared for so long… but I think I’m going to start writing fanfics again 😭

Thoughts on writing for Harry Potter AND Teen Wolf?

(My inbox is open for anyone who wants to leave some kind of prompt)

#slytherin boys #harry potter #teen wolf #fanfic #fanfic writing #theodore nott #lorenzo berkshire #mattheo riddle #stiles stilinski #derek hale #theo raeken

[residentblackheart]

it me trying to revamp this account \_(°v°)_/

I will be posting a few things about my fics on here but will not really post any chapters on here because that is so much work T^T. I am also trying to actually reduce the fics I am writing for but I am totally failing (as usual).

Series: The Spider Lily and The Shadow Monster

Fushiguro Megumi/Original Female Character (coming soon, I hope but idk)

Old Stuff

Tags: use of Y/n

Theo Raeken/Biracial!Plus-sized!FemaleReader

Suspended (NSFW) Theo and Reader are dating but never had sex, after Reader is suspended from school, he makes her feel wanted and needed.

Isaac Lahey/Insecure!FemaleReader Tags: self-harm, death

Worthless p1 (ANGST) After the Death of Allison, Isaac leaves without saying goodbye. Reader is all alone and no one cares about her. When he comes back after a year she's different from what he remembers.

Worthless p2 (ANGST) After the Death of Allison, Isaac leaves without saying goodbye. Reader is all alone and no one cares about her. When he comes back after a year she’s different from what he remembers.

Nikolai Lantsov/Grisha!FemaleReader

Unworthy (FLUFF) Nikolai confronts Reader about not being good enough for her but she shows him that he is.

Tom Riddle/Soft!Slytherin!FemaleReader

Softie (FLUFF) Tom isn't used to Reader even after being friends with her for years, she was too kind for him and too passionate.

Lorenzo de Medici/Princess!Wife!FemaleReader

Princess (NSFW) After Reader's father, the King, was killed, her Mother sent her away to another land, marrying the oldest of the Medici house, was her only option as their mothers were good friends. The first time that Lorenzo saw his wife was as if he knew that she was perfect, he wanted to make children with her and with no one else ever.

George Weasley/Small!East-Asian!Hufflepuff!FemaleReader

Heigth (FLUFF) First day of Hogwarts and Reader is reminded that she had to deal with George Weasley once again, Fred had enough of his brother pining for the Hufflepuff and locked them in a room until George spilled his secret.

Remus Lupin/Original Female Character

Soaked Clothes (NSFW) Faye & Remus have an interesting Prefect duty

inspo for this "masterlist" from @extralively more will be added later!!

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

The Badger and the Snake

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50535550 by rowina_blck Stiles Stilinski is totally absolutely not in love with Derek Hale. Tall and handsome Derek Hale, hotter than fire Derek Hale. Words: 801, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Jackson Whittemore, Danny Māhealani, Ethan (Teen Wolf), Aiden (Teen Wolf), Cora Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Kali (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Noshiko Yukimura Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Allison Argent/Lydia Martin, Ethan/Jackson Whittemore, Aiden/Cora Hale, Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Fluff, Derek Hale is Bad at Feelings, Cora Hale is a Little Shit, Hufflepuff Stiles Stilinski, Slytherin Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski's Name is Noah (Teen Wolf), Slow Burn, Jackson Whittemore is a Hale, Stiles Stilinski & Jackson Whittemore Friendship, Everyone Is Gay, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50535550

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

[randomestroleplays]

𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝖕𝖔𝖕 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐

fandom: teen wolf ( can be played as multifandom / crossover )

open to: romantic and platonic relationships with original or canon characters

content warnings: child sexual abuse; grooming of a child; underage drinking; major character deaths

Arianne Martin was only ten years old when she left Beacon Hills for Hollywood. A dream come true, saying no had never crossed her mind; but leaving her sister broke her young heart.

Four years later, Lydia Martin is attacked and left for dead, and Arianne’s world ends. Immediately, she drops everything to go home. But with the scent of blood in the air,  paranoia rising, and murder around every corner, the small town was a frightening shadow of its former self.  Wolves howl in the moonlight and all the Hollywood princess can do is hope to survive.

(x)

faceclaim: madelaine petsch

age: 14

ships: erica reyes; stiles stilinski, scott mccall

friends: The McCall/Hale Pack

affiliations / allies: Satomi's Pack; Chris Argent; Alan Deaton; Melissa McCall; Sheriff Stilinski; Jordan Parrish; Jackson Whittemore

enemies: Kate Argent; Gerard Argent; Peter Hale; The Alpha Pack; Theo Raeken; The Dread Doctors; The Eichen House; Allison Argent; Jennifer Blake; Henry Morgan; Matt Daehler

timeline: teen wolf 2x01 onwards

alignment: chaotic good

enneagram type: type 3 — the achiever

soul type: the artisan

mbti: isfp-t — the adventurer

Hogwarts House: slytherin

Element: fire

Trope: took a level in badass

Theme Song: girl on fire, alicia keys

Quote: long story short, it was a bad time; long story short, I survived

*arianne is 14 in season 2 but her age can be adjusted based on timeline or for adult rps

#rp ocs #oc roleplay #rp intro #teen wolf rp #𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔢'𝔰 𝔞 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢 #━ ♡♤♡ ━ arianne martin #𝔟𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔯 #⋘ ─ ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ─ ⋙ teen wolf #𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔱 #⋘ ─ ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ─ ⋙ graphics #𝔦𝔣 𝔴𝔢’𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱? #⋘ ─ ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ─ ⋙ intro

[incorrectteenwolfcaptionsold]

I've been spending too much time on TikTok

#teen wolf #thiam #theo raeken #cody christian #liam dunbar #dylan sprayberry #slytherin #hufflepuff #harry potter #tiktok

[mercheswan]

Teen Wolf HP Universe

“You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry,

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true,

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin,

You'll make your real friends,

These cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.”

#teen wolf au #teen wolf #teen wolf aesthetic #harry potter au #hogwarts au #gryffindor #slytherin #ravenclaw #huflepuff #teen wolf characters #teen wolf cast #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #derek hale #scott mccall #lydia martin #kira yukimura #allison argent #malia tate #peter hale #jackson whittemore #liam dunbar #isaac lahey

[voidstilesplease]

telltale

Word count: 1,592... the goal is less than 1k but- | Warning/s: none | Contains: HP Universe, magic, Slytherin!Stiles, Slytherin!Theo. Was going to make this a separate thing, but it's been a while for this tag, so.

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Having a newly-turned werewolf best friend is taking a toll on Stiles and it's showing - but he's also not about to abandon Scott to his predicament. What kind of a best friend would that make him? So, he spends most of his time now helping Scott through the shift; in remaining semi-conscious even as the moon pulls at his sanity, and in adapting to the enhancements of his senses. Stiles even brews the monthly supply of Wolfsbane potion himself, in the old girl's lavatory in the presence of Moaning Myrtle - the worst tattletale ghost in history. Luckily, Stiles is an expert at bribery. You'd think it was impossible to bribe a girl who's been dead forever, but goes to show how little you know about the world.

Stiles knows what he's committing to is risky, and Salazar Slytherin would have sneered at his display of severe lack of self-preservation if he could, but it wouldn't make a proper Slytherin of him if he turned down a challenge he believes he can win. And he can win this. In fact, he's winning so competently he's perfecting his animagus form without proper training or legal consent - both of which are required for all witches and wizards who wish to become one. It's his way of showing solidarity to his best friend. If his friend transforms into an animal, then he transforms into an animal as well. Albeit, of all animals, he chose a fox, and foxes and wolves tend not to get along. But eh, that's all right. There hasn't been an accident anyway... yet. Also, he has always wanted to do something illegal just to prove that he can get away with it. He always does something illegal, yes, but, like, hosting illicit parties in the Slytherin Common Room has nothing on becoming an unregistered animagus, isn't that right? This thing with Scott is an excellent opportunity to broaden his horizon.

But it doesn't mean it's not without consequences on his social life, physicality (he's still fit, mind you, just lost a few pounds, is all), and most of all, his studies. He knows his chances of usurping the first rank from Lydia is borderline impossible, but he would damn well do everything not to be that far behind her. If he has to settle with second place, he will do so with a hairsbreadth of space between them and nothing more.

But goddamn if he isn't bedraggled, half-unconscious, bloody hungry, and terminally late to his potions class today. None of which would help his academic goal. He'll have to fight tooth and nail to get that 0.5 difference again.

He's lucky it's his Head of House, Professor Laura Hale's class and not Deaton's (who would purse his lips in disapproval, take 5 points from Slytherin, and look at him disappointedly the whole day), Professor Derek Hale's (he would huff and let his eyebrows speak the 10 points he'd take from Slytherin, and make Stiles the dummy for whatever curse they were demonstrating that day), or god forbid, Harris's (he would happily take 50 points from Slytherin without batting his eyelash then and there). Professor Laura would only turn her head away and pretend not to notice Stiles awkwardly sliding onto the seat beside his potions partner.

Merlin, his potions partner. Theo "I know what you've been up to and you better well know I'm gonna use it as leverage when the time comes" Raeken. He can't, for the life of him, guess how Theo knew about the animagus thing when he'd been so careful. Then again, Theo isn't a Slytherin if he doesn't have bags of tricks up his sleeves. Theo has repeatedly hinted that he's aware, and it's another thing that keeps Stiles up at night - well, more than usual. Theo already keeps Stiles up at night without trying. Theo hasn't blabbered yet - Stiles doesn't have to worry about that, at least - because a proper Slytherin would always go the blackmail route. Honestly, Stiles is only waiting for the shoe to drop. It's not like he doesn't have blackmail material of his own against his infuriating housemate. If Theo ever opens his stupid mouth, Stiles will call him out on his hypocrisy. Because apparently, there are two unregistered animagi in Slytherin.

Panting, he enters the room and immediately meets Professor Laura's eyes over the busy heads of his classmates. Wordlessly, she smoothly shifts her gaze away and turns her back to "check" on the progress (or lack thereof) of some Hufflepuff fellow as if she didn't at all notice Stiles by the entryway. Taking the chance (the hint is what it is), he crosses the room towards his partner and exhales loudly in his seat.

Theo is stirring the pot, the concoction quietly bubbling, as he smirks down at Stiles with an all-knowing look. "Long night?"

The git, the absolute bloody bastard. He probably slept the prescribed 8 hours, the prat. Albeit... an attractive one at that. But still the biggest git of all, of course. And, yeah, the most attractive git, loathe as he to admit it. But- Merlin, shut up. Shut up. He needs to bloody sleep and drop unconscious already. Or drown himself in firewhiskey and drop unconscious. For at least 15 hours straight.

Stiles sneers, looking for a clever slight to throw at Theo. He knows he can't insult his potions skills because he's actually decent at it, actually bloody good, the prick. And he can't pick on his appearance because, well, there is literally nothing to pick on about his outside everything, is there? Even that stupid slight graze on his left eyebrow looks fitting on him, like a fashion statement or something, and soon the Slytherin boys would go knicking themselves in their stupid eyebrows to copy him, to be half as echanting as him, to - Merlin. Shut up, for Salazar's sake.

Before Stiles can open his mouth, the onslaught of cedarwood, mint, and chocolate knocks his words back down his throat, and all he's able to do is inhale. Deep. With pleasure. With so much pleasure that it's an internal battle not to drop his eyelids and part his lips for a moan.

For seven years, Stiles has been haunted by it - sleeping so close to the boy who wears the scent that he can't eat a single bar of chocolate without thinking of Theo. It's both a blessing and a curse. Kinda cliche, but kinda true. Absolutely true. Also absolutely a secret.

So, he pulls his face into a sneer once more - as if his brain isn' melting into cedarwood, mint, and chocolate pudding - throwing a glare at his roommate. The long-time bane of his existence, long-time subject of his wanking fantasies (and disgustingly romantic daydreams, but Stiles is not about to address it because then he'll be admitting that shit's getting real), long-time crush. "None of your business," Stiles snaps. He'd like to add "eloquently", but it just isn't.

Theo only chuckles as if he already expected the reply. Or because he is immune to Stiles's attitude after dealing with it for years. Whichever it is, Theo's infuriatingly unaffected. It's so bloody distracting. He's so bloody distracting. Especially to a sleep-deprived Stiles who hasn't had enough rest, meal, or wank for far too long than reasonable.

"Well, make your tardy ass useful then and tell me if the potion smells like it's a flawless brew," he cocks his head sideways, lips slanting to an obnoxious smile, and adds, "Though, I already know it is."

Stiles scoffs (while he inwardly sings praises, because, damn if he isn't hot. Merlin, he needs to jerk off. Twice, in a row. Then drop unconscious. Wake up for dinner and masturbate twice more before bed most preferably). He glances down at the swirling mist coming from the pot and slides his unimpressed gaze back to Theo. "If I can smell anything at all over the entire bottle of cologne you poured on yourself today."

Theo looks taken aback for a moment, five heartbeats if Stiles is not wrong (he isn't) before his face breaks into the biggest, brightest grin Stiles has ever seen him make. Then he laughs heartily, genuinely; his eyes look extraordinarily joyful, and his neck even starts flushing. Stiles would've preened (he totally does inside. He caused that smile, okay?) if he didn't think that he probably did something embarrassing based on the absolute glee in Theo's reaction.

"Well," he drawls, still freakishly happy, like what in Merlin? He's a sight, yeah, bloody gorgeous, but Theo's happiness is usually in tandem with Stiles's distress, you see. It's perfectly rational to be suspicious. Then, Theo pins Stiles with a smug and satisfied look, saying, "I'm glad to know that's what amortentia potion smells like to you."

The statement gives Stiles a pause - more than a pause, he freezes - and he gapes while processing it. It doesn't take more than a few seconds for it to hit him.

Amortentia. Love potion. Today's task is Amortentia - a potion that smells different to each person, depending on what attracts them. And he's just announced that the air around him is basically marinating in Theo's bloody cologne. Salazar bloody Slytherin.

Stiles never imagined ever stooping so low but let it be known that what he does next, he will bring to his grave as his biggest disgrace.

Taking out his wand swift as lightning, he points it to himself for the easy way out. With a murmured spell, he grants his wish and knocks himself unconscious.

His idiocy is future Stiles's problem now. He'll stay bloody asleep for 15 hours straight, thank you very much.

~•~

steo a-z: part 20

#steo #teen wolf #steo A-Z #contains: >1k words #contains: slytherin!stiles #contains: slytherin!theo #contains: wizards/magic #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #stiles x theo #fics tag #flashficsau #so i remembered that hogwarts au wip on ao3... it's almost one year in the making lol #maybe I'll get to update it in the next spooktober event lol

[mindfullofthougths]

Maleo in Hogwarts!! :)

#maleo #couple #aesthetic #maleo aesthetic #shelley hennig #cody christian #teen wolf #malia tate #theo raeken #couple moodboard #moodboard #slytherin #gryffindor #hogwarts #maleo moodboard

[miniaturecreature18]

The determination Theo Raeken had when he raised his hand to the question "who thinks they are at the right class" in AP Biology

The determination he had when he said i am at the right place

The determination he had when he said i am meant to be a part of this pack

Boy was Slytherin since day one

Also "i am not dying for you" and "being the bait"

This guy 💕

#teen wolf #Theo Raeken #my heart 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #Slytherin

[onlyfornerds]

Slytherin,

throw me to the wolves and I will come back leading the pack.

#Teen wolf #Slytherin #hogwarts house #Malia #Malia tate #Malia hale #Peter #Peter hale #Theo #theo raeken #Deucalion #Tw

[fernight17]

Yes, always thinking about Thiam thank you for noticing

Piccrew: https://picrew.me/image_maker/420765

#thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf #hogwarts #cody christian #dylan sprayberry #gryffindor #slytherin #eveniftheohasaravenclawwig

[whoishisaribi]

Slytherin steo AU is just like the Spanish Inquisition, nobody expects it!

I commissioned my amazing friend @eve-eleidan to draw it for me!

And I’m so pissed she was the one to think of bow-tied Theo’s tie, and not me!! That’s such a Theo thing, like ah.

#steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #Hogwarts au #slytherin #art

[steoxthiles]

Steo Harry Potter AU - Slytherin and Ravenclaw 💚💙 ~

#steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #teen wolf #steo edit #harry potter #slytherin #ravenclaw #ik a lot of people consider stiles a slytherin #and he very well could be #but i think he could also be ravenclaw so i went for that #aesthetic

[yournewreligion]

please don’t reblog this to other sites other than Tumblr

#thiam #Aesthetic #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf #slytherin #Gryffindor #hogwarts au #hogwarts aesthetic

[dory-maud]

Sorting Hat Aesthetics: Theo Reaken - SLYTHERIN!

“Or perhaps in Slytherin you’ll make your real friends, those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends.”

#slytherin character #slytherin #aesthetics #sorting hat #sorting hat aesthetic #theo raeken #tw sorting hat #teen wolf sorting hat #teen wolf