#thiam fluff

You can do whatever you want with this and as always you don’t have to write this at all!

oh i absolutely will do this.

contains: quiet/domestic possessiveness, protective behavior, public setting (school), implied established relationship

thiam x fem!reader, theo raeken x fem!reader, liam dunbar x fem!reader

you don’t notice the guy at first. you’re just trying to grab a soda from the vending machine outside the school gym - final bell’s long gone, the hallway half-lit, echoing with the sound of sneakers and distant laughter. lacrosse practice must’ve just let out.

you’re fishing change from your bag when someone steps up beside you.

Red + Blue

The day started with Liam’s stubborn insistence that he wanted a slushie before noon. Theo should have rolled his eyes and told him no, should have claimed the driver’s privilege of choosing when and where they stopped, but Liam had looked at him with those wide eyes and that tilt of his mouth that meant he’d already decided, and Theo found himself pulling off the road at a small gas station anyway.

The machine hummed in the corner, two bright levers labeled in red and blue, the flavors never quite what they promised but still perfect in their own way.

Liam filled one cup to the brim with blue raspberry, the color staining his fingers as soon as it splattered against the lid, and Theo leaned lazily against the counter, filling his with red cherry.

“You’re so predictable,” Theo said, lifting his cup. “You always get the raspberry.”

Liam took a long sip of his, lips already tinted, then grinned. “So are you. I’ve never seen you get a slushie that wasn’t cherry.”

Theo wanted to argue, to claim that he had range, that he wasn’t some creature of habit, but the truth was the sharp sweetness of cherry had long since etched itself into his routine.

Back outside, the heat wrapped around them like an embrace, heavy with the smell of asphalt and salt air drifting from somewhere ahead. Theo unlocked the van, its faded red paint gleaming like rust and sunburn in equal measure, and Liam climbed in with both cups balanced in his hands. His mismatched shoes hit the dashboard the moment Theo started the engine.

“I’m serious, Dunbar,” Theo said, shooting him a look. “You’re going to ruin the dash.”

Liam grinned, straw between his teeth, unbothered. “Then you’ll just have to keep me around long enough to replace it.”

Theo shook his head and continued to drive.

The road unfolded toward the coast, winding through stretches of dry grass and clusters of wildflowers. Windows rolled down, air rushing in, the van smelled faintly of sunscreen, cherries, and the ocean they hadn’t quite reached yet. Liam leaned out, letting the wind whip his hair, holding his drink against his chest like he didn’t care that some of it sloshed onto his shirt. He looked — Theo thought — not like the restless hurricane of a boy he’d first met, but something steadier, softer. A summer day stretched into skin.

When the lighthouse came into view, white tower capped with red, Liam sat up straighter. “Let’s stop here.”

Theo hesitated. “We’ve got at least an hour before—”

“Theo.”

There it was again, that tone that meant Liam wasn’t asking. Theo sighed, but he was smiling as he pulled the van into the gravel lot.

The lighthouse stood on the edge of the world, or at least it felt like it. The sea stretched out endlessly, glittering under the sun, and the sky above it was impossibly wide, a canvas painted in every shade of blue. Liam bounded ahead, sneakers scuffing against the worn path, and Theo followed with slower steps, hands shoved into his pockets. He wasn’t in any rush. He liked watching Liam’s energy spark and ripple, like he was part of the tide itself.

They reached the railing, the ocean sprawling below, waves slamming against the rocks and throwing salt into the air. Liam leaned forward, elbows braced, hair whipping across his forehead. Theo stood beside him, close enough that their arms brushed, not moving away.

For a while, neither of them said anything. The world was too big, too loud with the sound of crashing water, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was easy.

Liam was the first to break the silence. “When I was little, I thought lighthouses were filled with magic.”

Theo raised a brow. “Magic?”

“Yeah.” Liam grinned, eyes still on the horizon. “Like, they kept the sea monsters away. I used to imagine this giant octopus living out there, and the light had this magic that scared it off.”

Theo laughed, a sharp sound that carried over the waves. “That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not!” Liam shot back, nudging him with his shoulder. “You’re telling me you never made up stories like that?”

“I didn’t really have time for stories,” Theo said, but there wasn’t bitterness in his voice. Just truth.

Liam turned then, looking at him with a softness that made Theo want to look away but couldn’t. “Guess I’ll just have to tell you mine, then.”

Theo didn’t answer, just let a smile creep into his lips.

They stayed like that for longer than Theo meant to — sun warming their backs, the world blurring into red rooftops and blue sky, Liam’s voice weaving stories about sea monsters and heroes, about boats and storms and the lighthouse always standing guard. Theo found himself listening, really listening, and for once he didn’t feel the urge to be anywhere else.

When they finally walked back to the van, the pavement radiated heat beneath their shoes. Liam tugged at Theo’s wrist, pulling him toward a small fruit stand set up by the lot. A wooden table, a white umbrella striped with red and blue, and baskets of cherries glistening in the sun.

“They’re perfect,” Liam said, already digging out a few crumpled bills from his pocket.

Theo shook his head, amused, but let him buy them. They sat on the hood of the van, legs stretched out, sharing the cherries straight from the basket. Juice stained their fingers, sweet and sticky, and Liam laughed when Theo flicked a pit at him. He retaliated by tossing one back, hitting Theo square in the chest.

“Childish,” Theo muttered, but he was smiling.

“You love it,” Liam shot back, popping another cherry into his mouth. “Plus, you started it.”

Theo didn’t argue.

The sun dipped lower, turning the sky to fire. Red streaks bled into soft shades of blue, the whole world painted in their colors. Liam leaned back against the windshield, head tilted toward Theo, and Theo let himself lean, too, until their shoulders pressed together.

“You ever think about how weird it is?” Liam asked suddenly.

Theo glanced at him. “How weird what is?”

“How we end up here,” Liam said, voice soft, eyes reflecting the burning sky. “Like—out of everyone, every turn, it’s you. Us. Sitting on some beat-up van, eating cherries, watching the sunset. It feels…written, y’know? Like maybe the universe knew what it was doing. Like this is normal.”

Theo followed Liam’s gaze out toward the horizon, the waves catching fire where the sunlight touched them. For a second, he almost made a joke about the universe not giving a damn, about fate being messy and mean, but Liam looked so content — eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth — that Theo didn’t want to ruin it.

“Written, huh?” Theo said instead. “I didn’t realize you were such a poet.”

Liam laughed, a short huff that made his shoulders bump against Theo’s. “Don’t make fun of me. I’m serious.”

“I’m not making fun.” Theo let his voice soften, surprising himself. “I’m just saying, if this is the universe’s big plan, it’s got an interesting taste in settings.”

Liam gestured at the lighthouse in the distance, at the striped umbrella swaying over the fruit stand, at the sun bleeding red into the water. “What’s wrong with this? It’s perfect.”

Theo’s lips twitched. “It’s sticky. And loud. And your shoes don’t even match.”

“They match each other,” Liam countered easily, sticking one foot in the air so the red and blue laces caught the light. “Balance, remember? You should be thanking me. Without me, you’d just be sitting here in your boring shoes, drinking your boring cherry slushie, not even realizing how good blue raspberry is.”

Theo raised a brow. “You’re calling cherry boring?”

“Completely boring,” Liam said with full conviction, though he was grinning wide now, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Theo shook his head, pretending to sigh, but the truth was that Liam’s energy made everything feel lighter, easier. Like maybe the universe really had been onto something.

A breeze picked up, carrying salt and the faint sweetness of cherries. Liam leaned back further, stretching until his arm brushed against Theo’s in a way that didn’t feel accidental. “So…do you ever think about it?”

“About what?”

“About us,” Liam said, tilting his head toward Theo with a mischievous little smile. “About how maybe we’re, like…red and blue. Totally different, but somehow they work good together.”

Theo huffed a laugh, low and fond. “You’ve been waiting all day to use that metaphor, haven’t you?”

“Maybe,” Liam admitted, not looking the least bit guilty.

Theo let the silence linger a beat, then nudged him with his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously handsome,” Liam said, eyes on the horizon again, although he titled his head to smirk at Theo.

Theo rolled his eyes so hard Liam could probably hear it. “Wow. Groundbreaking observation.”

“You didn’t deny it,” Liam shot back instantly, smugness radiating off him like heat from the asphalt.

Theo reached for another cherry, tossing it casually into his mouth before replying. “Didn’t seem worth the energy. Besides, your ego doesn’t need more fuel.”

“Wrong,” Liam said through a grin. “It needs constant fuel. Like a campfire. You can’t just toss one log in and expect it to last. You gotta keep feeding it.”

Theo gave him a flat look. “So now you’re a poet and a philosopher?”

“And handsome,” Liam added quickly. “Don’t forget that part.”

Theo shook his head, but there was no bite in it, only amusement. Liam had that effect on him — turning sharp edges into something soft, something almost playful.

The breeze ruffled Liam’s hair again, and he shoved it out of his face with a huff, leaving a faint streak of cherry juice across his temple where his fingers brushed. Theo noticed before Liam did

“You’ve got… something,” Theo said, gesturing vaguely at his own face.

“What? Where?” Liam’s hand shot up immediately, fumbling around like he was playing charades with himself.

Theo couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped out. “No, not there. Higher. You’re just smearing it more now—stop—”

Liam kept swiping at his forehead until Theo sighed and reached over, brushing his thumb gently across the sticky streak. It came away red, glinting faintly in the fading light.

Theo held up his thumb like evidence. “See? You’re a mess.”

Liam blinked at him, then grinned. “You just wanted an excuse to touch my face.”

Theo scoffed. “Yeah, because cleaning cherry juice off you is definitely top of my bucket list.”

Liam’s grin only widened, the kind that always managed to tug a reluctant smile from Theo in return. “You’re welcome, then. Glad I could help you check something off your list.”

Theo shook his head, tossing the cherry pit in his hand into the basket. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” Liam said, leaning back against the windshield, “you’re still dating me.”

Theo didn’t bother answering. He just stretched out beside him, letting their shoulders press together again. The sun had dropped lower, smearing the sky with streaks of red and blue that bled into purple, the colors mirroring the sneakers propped on the dash and the half-empty cups forgotten by their feet.

A gull screeched overhead, startling Liam enough that he nearly tipped the basket of cherries into his lap. Theo caught it just in time, smirking. “Graceful as ever.”

“Hey, I’m on working on perfecting it,” Liam said, laughing at himself.

Theo glanced at him then, really looked — the flushed cheeks from the sun, the blue stains on his lips, the easy joy he carried like it was nothing.

A smile tugs at his mouth. “I think you’re pretty close to perfect already.”

Liam blinked at him, caught between surprise and the kind of smile that started slow and took over his whole face. “You’re actually sweet sometimes, you know that?”

“Don’t spread it around,” Theo muttered, though his hand found Liam’s without thinking.

Liam laced their fingers together, warm and steady, and leaned his head against Theo’s shoulder. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Hello, I am a new Thiam Fanfic writer on ao3, I would love to write more about them in the future and as much as possible even if I am extremely bussy with school and exams, I try to make time to write. If anyone has any requests (Smut, fluff, angst) for Thiam or any ideas they would like to share for me to try and write I would love it. I can’t promise to write exactly when you tell me if you share an idea but I will try my best. Thank you so much❤️

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Characters: Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar Additional Tags: Fluff, Christmas Fluff, hugs and kisses, Liam Dunbar Loves Theo Raeken, Theo Raeken Loves Liam Dunbar, Liam Dunbar Being an Idiot, Short Story, Oneshot Summary:

Short story: Leading up to Christmas, Theo is spending time somewhere other than with Liam, and when Liam tries to find out, he is too much of an adorable moron to not embarrass himself doing so.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Characters: Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Established Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Fluff, Fluff and Crack, Humor, cuteness aggression, Theo Raeken Loves Liam Dunbar, Liam Dunbar Loves Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar is a Little Shit, Theo Raeken is a Softie, Idiots in Love Series: Part 40 of The Wolf and the Chimera, Part 12 of established thiam Summary:

“I’m gonna bite you.” “If that’s your way of flirting, it’s deeply concerning.” “I’m not flirting. I’m overwhelmed. And you’re just. So. Biteable.” “I am not a chew toy, Dunbar.” “You’re MY chew toy.”

“Fear haunts you and pain hates.” 

The rain soaks through his hoodie, the material clinging to his skin, reminding him that this day is always dark and dreary. It’s never a day that brings any resemblance of calm or anything remotely close to sunshine.  This day is always in the back of his mind, always waiting to creep up on him again and further remind him of the past, the horror of what he’s done, and the reality of how dark today really is.

“I’ll find you”

It makes sense it would be raining today. That the day would be storming and it would go along with how Theo is feeling and his own emotional turmoil that has taken hold of him little by little.  A disturbance in his otherwise mundane life that he has now. It clings to him, never getting close enough to fully break him, but just enough to get into his head and stew at the back of his mind. 

It haunts him, reminding him that he’s the problem, he’s the one that caused this and if anyone ever pays close enough attention to him and asks why he’s alone on certain days of the year, he will adamantly inform them that they’re mistaken. That can’t be Theo because Theo doesn’t feel, doesn’t hurt. Not like other people. He’d much rather lay in his own self pity today than have anyone around to sour his mood even more than it already is. 

Theo shivers as another gust of wind hits his skin, forcing the hoodie to cling even tighter around him, fully soaked through with rain. He looks out across the bridge, at the raindrops pelting the water below, and it’s almost peaceful. If only it wasn’t ruined by a prior memory and haunted by thoughts of what once was. It has him wanting to laugh, wanting to cry at the realization of who he is, and who he was that is all tied up into his childhood. 

He gets up painfully, his body still sore from sitting for so long in one position and the cold still making his teeth chatter. Theo almost has a fleeting thought of what it must have been like to freeze, but he quickly swallows. The pain is forced back down beneath the surface. He tucks it away for another time and another place. Tucks it away for some other version of him that can handle the monster he turned out to be. 

There’s always a sense of dread in not knowing if things could be different, or if anything could be changed. He wonders if where he is right now would cease to exist? If different choices were made and if Theo had grown up more normal than he did, maybe he wouldn’t still be here. Maybe that’s the real problem. The uncertainty. The curiosity of wanting to explore a different path, a different way, something that he can quantify and try to at least come to terms with. Only he can’t. 

I’ll find you 

Theo makes the long walk back to his truck, still shivering as the wind continues to hit his body and the rain soaks him to the bone. He manages to stop his teeth from chattering but his body still aches from the rain. He can’t complain. It’s the least he deserves for all of this. 

He reaches the truck and slides in, as his phone lights up, flashing Liam’s name across the screen.  Theo adjusts the heat and lets it fill the truck fully before answering the phone. Liam will call back. He never lets him get away with not answering for long and he smiles at the thought of Liam calling again.  It helps to lessen the pain in his chest from the cold, lessen the scattered memories replaying in his head, and the shivering that’s taken hold of him again. 

The heat warms him, but only to a point, only enough to stop the ache in his throat just as his phone starts to vibrate again. 

“Hello.” Theo answers, his voice sounding rough even to his own ears. He’s tired and hasn’t slept in a few days. Mix that with the cold and the terrible day that he’s having, he can’t bring himself to sound any better. 

“Theo!! Everyone is sick or away, and Mason is with Corey checking out UCLA. Even though they already got in. I'm here by myself. “ Liam sighs dramatically and Theo sighs too. 

“Okay. Thanks for the information.” He grunts. Theo takes his hoodie off, letting the wet clothing hit the floor and Theo pauses as Liam is silent on the other end of the line. Probably stewing at his comment, always wanting to get the last word in and argue with him. 

“I’m saying it’s a cold night.” Liam tells Theo. Another shiver makes his way down his spine, and he nods in agreement. 

“Can you come over?” Liam asks, growing quiet on the other end of the line. There is a silence that settles between them.  He’s never asked for Theo to come over because he’s never had to. Theo winds up at the Geyer household on most days and the days that he doesn’t make it over there, he is up listening to Liam over the phone. 

“Why?” Theo turns the heat up higher, plugging his phone into the charger and starting the truck.

“I haven’t heard from you all day. I was worried.” Liam explains. 

“Oh.” Theo whispers, almost not believing what he’s hearing. Someone is worried. Worried about him. His heart almost starts to beat faster at the thought. The thought of knowing Liam’s wondering about him, thinking about him when he’s not around, and something shatters. Soft and slow at first, but it shatters all the same.

“I..sorry.” He says hoarsely, closing his eyes at how he says the word sorry. At the hesitation in his voice from the unfamiliar word that feels strange coming from him, but this is Liam. He’s not anyone and he’s not someone he can ignore. Theo is sorry. 

“It’s okay…just hurry up. I waited to eat this pizza because I figured you would come over while everyone is out of town. So, don’t make me eat this alone.” Liam says gently, almost teasing as Theo swallows down the lump in his throat, the aching that has engulfed him. Engulfed his mind and body. 

Liam waited for him? He’s almost confused, partially touched, along with something else that he can’t put his finger on, but he speeds a little quicker down the highway.  He doesn’t want to keep Liam waiting any longer. Theo is also starving. He lost focus on eating since he had to get here in time before it rained, but that didn’t work out too well. Instead he ended up sitting in the rain anyway. 

“Okay. I’ll be there soon.” Theo agrees and hangs up before he can change his mind. Before he can try to rationalize why he can’t be around anyone today, and why he has no energy to deal with anything or anyone. Except Liam. 

Hold on and I’ll find you. 

“Stay on the line with me?” Liam offers and Theo’s brain nearly short circuits at the softness in Liam’s tone, in the way he can hear him say his name, almost having him yearning to see his face. 

“Sure, I’ll keep you safe.” Theo chuckles, still shivering but it’s not as distracting now.  Liam laughs, helping the drive pass quickly even with the short distance that it already is. Theo doesn’t mind driving. Not when he is going somewhere he likes to be, which isn’t a lot of places, but recently all the places he likes being at happen to have Liam at them too. He won’t unpack what that all means. 

Somehow he finds his way to Liam’s house, even with his chatter about how he’s insulted that he can’t make cookies for Theo before he gets there, because everyone thinks he’s going to set the house on fire. Theo can only nod because all he hears is that Liam wants to make him cookies. Has anyone ever made him cookies? He’s pretty sure they haven’t.

Finally, finally he makes it to the Geyer house. The pain in his chest, all the pressure, finally subsides and the ache lessens somehow. He can breathe again. The soaked clothes he’s wearing, the tears that had stained his cheeks before, are on hold. Theo can move again, or he can at least be distracted for a while.

Theo walks up to the front porch and places his hand on the door handle, just as it opens. 

“Hey….what…Theo.” Liam’s eyes widen, his eyes shining bright, but his face falls into a frown when he takes in the sight of the soaking wet chimera. Theo should have changed. Now he has to find a way to explain himself, but Liam doesn’t say another word. He ushers him in the house and into his living room. 

Liam opens a small closet and takes out more blankets than Theo has seen in a while. Liam frantically throws them towards Theo, still frowning. Theo stands up but can barely get a word in while Liam runs up the stairs and slams drawers. The sound of him slamming things echo throughout the house.  Theo waits for Liam to come back, staring at the pizza on the table and Marvel movies strewn throughout the table. 

Liam comes barreling back down the stairs and stops in front of Theo, barely taking a breath. 

“Okay, I don’t know if this will work, but if it is a little short that’s okay. At least it’s warm.” Liam pants out, handing him some dry clothes. Theo doesn’t say a word, but takes the clothes and finds the nearest bathroom. He’s found it’s best to pick his battles with Liam. They fight and argue about a lot of things, but when Liam has his mind set on something it’s hard to dissuade him. 

Theo quickly changes and heads out of the bathroom and sees Liam sprawled on the couch, with a slice of pizza in his hand and even more blankets beside him. He wonders how many blankets this house must have and shakes his head at Liam. 

“I think this is enough little Alpha.” Theo sits beside Liam, placing the blanket over him and grabbing another blanket before Theo can stop him. Liam drapes a blanket over Theo’s shoulders, tightly wrapping it around him and his frown finally subsides.  

“Today is cold.” Liam hums, leaning back on Theo’s shoulder.  The touch reaches its way down Theo’s spine, warming him to his core.

“I’ll keep you safe too.” Liam smiles, his soft blue eyes radiating warmth, tenderness, and something he has never been familiar with. Not until Liam. 

“Yeah? From what?” Theo smirks at him, still trying to maintain his normal demeanor even in the midst of being this close to another person. His shoulders almost shake from the contact, making it too much and not enough at all. He wants to bolt, wants to stay, and both feelings pulling at him cause him to pull away.

Liam leans back, a little farther away now, but still remains sitting next to him. Theo takes a slice of pizza, taking a bite and trying to get rid of his hunger. Liam remains quiet, taking a slice for himself and holding up different movies for Theo to see. Theo doesn’t care too much about what they watch, but he does pick Spiderman. Something he doesn’t mind and when Liam’s eyes light up, he knows that he has chosen correctly. 

Theo settles back on the couch again, gently brushing his shoulder against Liam’s, testing it out. Liam smiles, leaning back and watching the movie. Time seems to fade away as Theo gets lost in the movie, the warmth of the blankets, and Liam firmly leaning against him. The contact is settling the ache in his chest. Until it is no longer there. 

“Theo?” Liam whispers, barely audible but it’s there.  He turns and looks at Liam, his face clouded with worry and it pains Theo to see Liam’s face filled with such anguish. He raises his eyebrows at him in question, wanting to settle Liam’s doubt, and trying to understand what he is feeling. 

“You know I could have come with you right?” Liam tenses up beside him. 

“What? Where?” Theo rolls his eyes, smiling back at Liam to ease his worry.

“I know what day it is. I remember. I remember most things about you. So I can keep you safe. So we can keep each other safe.” Liam presses into his side tighter, and his hand finds Theo’s. The gentleness of the touch on his hand eases his nerves. 

“Will you stay?” Liam sits up, gently running his palms over Theo’s shoulders, and moving the blanket tighter around him. 

“For how long?” Theo asks, almost unsure of what the impact will be depending on how he answers Liam. 

“From now until…eternity.” Liam winks at him, a soft smile playing on his lips. “But we can start with tonight.” 

Theo: You’re literally a wolf.

Liam: Oh yeah, so is that a yes?

Theo: *glares at Liam*