#thrett

Brett Talbot x Theo Raeken

There's a difference between Theo and Brett, though Brett is unsure what it is. It might be their demeanor or their differing levels of empathy, but there wasn't that big of a difference. They were more similar than people give them credit for.

Headcanons under the cut.

Tagged by @6lytherinn

“Come on, Raeken.” Brett dragged out his name in that sing-song way that made Theo’s molars ache. “You’re avoiding the question.”

“I already answered the question.”

“Not really. You just keep saying no. Which,” Brett tilted his head, considering, “kind of makes me wonder.”

Theo narrowed his eyes. “Wonder what?”

“If maybe,” Brett drawled, drawing the words out just long enough to be infuriating, “you’ve never kissed anyone before. And that’s why you’re so against it.”

Theo went still.

Brett grinned like a shark sensing blood in the water. “That’s it, isn’t it? Mr. Rational. Mr. I-Don’t-Do-Feelings. You’re just scared because you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Theo’s pulse kicked hard in his chest, not because Brett was right — he absolutely wasn’t — but because the smug look on his face was unbearable and he wanted to punch it. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot who’s offering to help you fix that little problem.” Brett scooted closer on the bed, like a wolf closing in. “You should be thanking me.”

Theo barked a laugh, sharp and humorless. “Newsflash: I’ve kissed lots of people before.”

That made Brett pause, just for a second, before his brows lifted. “Really.”

“Yes. Really.”

Brett’s grin came back, a touch too wide, like he was trying to mask the flicker of something else. “Who?”

Theo crossed his arms. “None of your business.”

“Oh, it’s definitely my business now,” Brett said, leaning forward. “Come on, Raeken, don’t hold out on me. Who’d you kiss? Some girl from class? Tracy, maybe? Or was it someone from back home? I mean, there’s only—” His eyes narrowed suddenly. “Josh?”

Theo’s jaw clenched. He didn’t answer fast enough.

Brett’s mouth dropped open, his expression flipping between shock and something darker, something sour. “Josh? You kissed Josh Diaz?”

Theo rolled his eyes, heat crawling up the back of his neck. “It was one time.”

“One time?” Brett repeated, incredulous. “When?”

“High school,” Theo said through gritted teeth. “We were hanging out, it just…happened.”

Brett stared at him, stunned into silence for once. Then, slowly, he sat back against the wall, crossing his arms like he was trying not to sulk. “Josh. Huh.”

Theo arched an eyebrow. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t care,” Brett said too quickly, eyes flicking away.

“You sound like you care.”

“I don’t.”

Theo almost laughed, except he was still trying to process the fact that Brett, of all people, was jealous. Jealous of Josh.

Have fun with the idiots

THRETT:

The low growl deepened further as Theo stopped abruptly, planting his paws in the dirt, flexing, digging his claws into it. For ten years, Theo was a weapon, a beast wrapped up in a nice pretty bow that made people’s hairs stand on end and had their guts screaming to run while their first glance made sure that they never moved an inch. A decade. He spent a decade not even bothering to clean the bits of gore from his proverbial skin because it wasn’t fucking worth it. Nose to tail, each muscle coiled tight, the springs that were barely tucked into his broken, misfit toy carcass of a frame about to give way shook. What happened to the ruthless survivor, the person that always came out still standing, that didn’t care? Where did he go? His head swayed side to side, as if pulled in both directions in a tug of war, each change of direction sharper and more violent than the last, until he was practically throwing himself bodily into each one.  “Theo?” His head snapped towards the voice, the rest of his body slamming to a stop, throwing debris forward. The already rigid stance he fell into naturally widened as he brought his head up, hackles fully raised, and stared at the person squatting at the entrance, one hand flat on the floor between his feet. Without hesitation, Theo pulled his lips back and up, well and truly snarling at the werewolf. His guttural sounds kept on as he took a half step forward, his eyes never dropping down from the semi-flared pale gold.

blind!Theo:

Lori is missing and Brett needs to go find her, but Theo is insisting on tagging along.

Part of my (slow going) series: Their Sun, Their Moon, Their Truth