#steter bang

[steter-bang]

Dearest Steter lovers,

Your current Steter Bang mods (@teenwerewoofs, @meggie-stardust, and @midmorning-bomb) have come to the conclusion that we, unfortunately, do not have the time to run this event this year. 😔

Therefore, if anyone is willing to take this on, we would be more than happy to hand over this blog to you (it's a completely separate account, not just a side blog).

Please reach out and let us know! 🤗

To everyone else: thanks for participating with us the last two years!

#steter #steter bang #steter bang 2024

[wild-woofs-press]

For Steter Bang 2023 (cc: @steter-bang)

Fic: Peter & the Sunflower by sapphireginger (cc: @sapphireginger) Words: 11,271

fonts title: Brown Sunflower Serif author name: Brown Sunflower Sans body: Baskerville

bookcloth: duo scotch • endpapers

#steter bang 2023 #ficbinding #fanbinding #mine #steter #teen wolf #steter bang

[lucky-bishop]

A little snippet I wrote today for my Feral Peter season 1 AU, for this year's @steter-bang!

Thankfully, his dad ends the questioning there, and Stiles rushes through his morning routine and still ends up grabbing a bright pink tardy slip when he makes it to school, though he’s only missed homeroom, and not his actual first class. He doesn’t see Scott until lunch, and sure, Stiles figures he’s probably a mess from the rush of his morning, but he doesn’t think he deserves the hardcore staring that Scott’s doing from right across the lunch table. “Dude? Hello? What’s up with you today?” “Why do you smell like Peter?!” Scott hisses through his teeth, and oh. Oh, that makes sense. Because Stiles hasn’t had the chance to shower since he was kidnapped and snuggled to sleep by the monster that haunts both of their dreams, and he supposes he can understand why that would be distressing for Scott to smell on him.

#steter bang #teen wolf #steter #my writing #fic snippet #wip wednesday

[mirrorthoughts]

Dead on Time - Steter Bang 2023

Hi, hi and hello :D

It's @steter-bang posting time and I have this little first part of a Time Travel-Fix it Series, called "The Fox And The Wolf", for you! :D (Yes, yes of course this thing became a series 😂 I should have known! 😂😂😂)

Many thanks to my Steter Bang-Partner @thotpuppy for his art and @raett97 for their beta-ing help even though TW is not their wheelhouse 😂 💕

Have fun reading! 💕💕💕

And remember: be kind 💕

#seikaze #sei's writing #teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #steter bang 2023 #steter bang #The Fox And The Wolf

[midmorning-bomb]

If you're in the mood for something completely adorable, check out my mini Steter Bang partner @sapphireginger's Paw Patrol! + artwork by me

@steter-bang

#steter bang 2023 #steter bang #steter

[starpawedart]

If Only Faces Could Talk, by @cathcer1984

Art for the @steter-bang !

#steter bang 2022 #steter bang #steter mini bang 2022 #steter #teen wolf

[goddess47]

For @steter-bang 2023... many thanks to @failwolf for the amazing banner and art!

#steter bang #teen wolf #stiles/peter

[darkisrising]

becoming who we are, by DarkIsRising

Here’s my @steter-bang​ fic that I teased way back when. CW for grief, and off screen parent death. (It’s not all sad, though, I promise...)

becoming who we are

It happens when the cookie platters are nothing but crumbs, when the casserole dishes are down to their last corner pieces, when the flowers that fill the living room are starting to wilt. That’s when the doorbell rings, and it takes a minute for Stiles to remember that it’s locked because that’s something he can do now that the door has stopped opening every ten minutes for people to come in and out, in and out, in and out.

When he does remember he jolts to his feet, untangling the blankets from his knees and kicking aside the pile up of shoes in the narrow space between the sofa and the coffee table. It’s a bad habit to toe his shoes off there and Stiles knows he’ll get an earful from his dad when he—

But, no. He won’t.

Not anymore, he has to remind himself.

Funny how the brain can work like that.

It’s been days since the funeral. Longer since he’d boarded a plane back to Beacon Hills. Longer still since the call from the hospital had come in looking to talk to Noah Stilinski’s next of kin. He held his father’s cold hand through a viewing, listened to eulogies from deputies who took over when he was too choked up to say anything himself, and watched somber men ease the coffin onto a gussied up pit in the ground. Stiles has accepted it as much as a person can accept death, and yet still, still, still his brain will glitch, will wonder why his dad’s still not home yet, will plan out meals to prevent a heart attack that’s already happened.

Stiles isn’t going to cry because he’s been there, done that, and now he’s just numb. Numb and tired and probably massively dehydrated if the sticky, filmy gunk in the corners of his mouth is anything to go by. He’s not in the mood for much beyond staring blankly at the tv screen while it flickers through shows he barely notices, maybe making a dent in the cases of beer Scott had filled the bottom of the fridge with two days ago.

He’s sure as shit not in the mood to open the front door to see Peter Hale waiting on the porch, a bevy of reusable tote bags at his feet. Read on ao3

#teen wolf #steter #steter bang #darkisrising fic

[sapphireginger]

Title: Peter & the Sunflower: Chapter #3 | 1900 - Autumn, Neverland

Pairing: Steter [Stiles + Peter]

Rating: Mature

Warning/Tags:

None

Summary:

“Pan! Come here. I want you to meet some people.” Pan tilted his head and joined Peter, turning to follow the boy’s gaze. He gaped at the three beings below them, sitting like royalty on the smooth obsidian rocks. “Sirens?” he whispered, shocked.  “In a sense, yes. They prefer the term mermaids. However, they are just as deadly and much prettier.”

@steter-stackson-bingo​

Card Number: 107

Square: Sirens Are Mermans

1900 — Autumn, Neverland 

Pan fell in love with his new home. Neverland was beautiful and he relished in all the serenity. There were so many colors, such a glorious thing to see after hatching to find a barren ash colored wasteland instead of the meadow of helianthus it should’ve been. 

He came to Neverland with nothing but after a week had more than he could ever possibly use. Peter offered to teach him how to make clothes if he wanted to. Pan was delighted to learn and now had one set of clothes for each day of the week. He still went barefoot but would now wear a small tunic made from one of Peter’s favorite tunics, a little belt to tie it made from leather and a tiny pair of pants made from the same material as Peter’s tights. His favorites to wear were the red tunic, black belt and black pants since they matched his wings. He also learned to make a small quilt for his feather bed. It was fun to learn, and he grew closer with Peter during that time.  

A few months later, Peter led him to the Numquam Grotto, also known as the Never Grotto. It stole Pan’s breath, his amber eyes wide with awe and wonder. The moon was high and full in the sky as they whizzed through the cavernous space. With giggles like bells, Pan trailed his fingers and toes through the water, using some of his magic to flick water at Peter. 

The Never Boy laughed and shot ahead before doubling back and letting out a crow. Pan blushed as his stomach flipped a little at the sound. The Never Boy sounded so joyous. The Sióg was starting to realize that he had formed an attachment to Peter. He wasn’t sure what to make of it but at the boy’s beckoning and giant grin, he pushed the thought off for now. 

“Pan! Come here. I want you to meet some people.”

Pan tilted his head and joined Peter, turning to follow the boy’s gaze. He gaped at the three beings below them, sitting like royalty on the smooth obsidian rocks. “Sirens?” he whispered, shocked. 

“In a sense, yes. They prefer the term mermaids. However, they are just as deadly and much prettier.”

“Oh. Well, I suppose they are pretty. The way they look I’m sure aided them in drawing people in. Then, the deadly part comes into play?” Pan flushed nervously as Peter’s eyes found his own. “They’re your friends?”

“Yep!” Peter said, popping the p. “But, they’re harmless to me and you, okay?” 

Pan sent him a nervous smile. “Promise?”

Peter grinned and held out his pinky. “I promise.”

With a scrunched up nose, Pan wrapped his small pale hand around Peter’s pinkie and shook it. “Good.” They stared at each other for a bit, until a splash of water echoed around the cavern, drawing their attention. 

“A dolphin!” Pan exclaimed in a breathless whisper of excitement, his wings shivering and fluttering. “It’s gorgeous.” His eyes were glued to the way the creature swam, like the goddess had taught her to dance along with the ocean’s rhythm. Pan was unaware of the admiring gaze of the Never Boy who never got tired of seeing the wonder on his friend’s face. 

After the dolphin had disappeared again, Peter gently nudged the Sióg. “Wanna know their names?”

“Uh yes! Absolutely. Um. I mean assuming they don’t mind?”

“Not at all. So first the one there with blue shells and blue scales with hair like golden sun rays is named Nymeria but I call her Nym or Ria. Second is the raven haired woman there with emerald shells and emerald scales. Her name is Rhymise but I call her Rhys or Ry. Then, last but not least, the one there with lavender shells, lavender scales and hair like a dragon’s fire is Philomena but I call her Mena.”

“Woah,” Pan said softly. “I thought merfolk were super secret or at least isolated. How come they’re not?”

Peter glanced at Pan and then shrugged one shoulder, seemingly nonchalant but his cheeks pinked as he said, “There was a terrible hurricane one year, stretched from the water’s surface to the bottom of the ocean. They were the only ones to survive. I offered them a haven. Here they aren’t disturbed by anyone. Here they don’t have to be afraid.”

Pan’s heart began to race as he admired the blush on Peter’s cheeks, his wings shivering with pride. He had to push away the stray thought that had been plaguing his mind lately. He couldn’t push it away completely though and so, in his mind, only to himself he would agree that Peter would be the perfect maité for him, or for any Sióg really but such things were the things of dreams, not reality. 

“Oh, fair maidens of Poseidon, I have returned. Where’s my hello, Nym, Rhys, and Mena?”

The three mermaids whipped their heads in Peter’s direction and trilled happily as they leapt into the water and swam toward them. “Hello, Peter!” they sang out, their teeth sharp, and deadly and yet hauntingly beautiful. “We missed you!”

Pan’s stomach clenched at the sight of utter adoration in their eyes but when he looked at Peter, sure he’d find the same adoration in his, he was shocked to find the Never Boy completely oblivious. In a way, Pan was glad, because if Peter recognized the look in their eyes, surely he’d recognize the same look in Pan’s eyes. 

Unaware of his new friend’s internal struggles, Peter regaled the maids with tales of his adventures, and Pan found himself just as enraptured by them as the maids were. 

When it came time to leave, Pan was speechless as the maids each offered him a small shell. It was their approval of him, and he tried not to get emotional when he promised he’d return to play soon. 

Peter kept close to him that night, sensing his friend’s emotions and Pan was grateful for the closeness, but even more grateful that the Never Boy didn’t ask what was wrong. 

As Peter slipped into dreamland, Pan, curled up in his meadowlark feather bed, remained awake. It was nearly impossible to fall asleep, for the emotional toll he experienced with the maids made his heart hurt too much to so easily greet the sandman. 

When he had cradled those small shells and had met the gazes of the maids, Pan couldn’t help that he desperately missed his parents. So, confident that the Never Boy was finally asleep, Pan began to cry, the sound of snare drums echoing in the small house as he finally began to grieve. He wept for his parents, wept the hatchlings that never got to live, wept the helianthus blossoms that never bloomed, the flora, the fauna and the goddess herself, for all who were marked by the fire in the valley. Only then, after hours had passed and the sun began to rise, did Pan finally succumb to sleep. 

#teen wolf #steter bang 2023 #steter big bang 2023 #steter big bang #steter bang #steter #fae stiles stilinski #never boy peter hale #steter stackson bingo #prompt: sirens are mermans #reincarnation #neverland #peter pan fusion #temporary character death #temporary amnesia

[arsenicalikat]

Here we are again @steter-bang

Snippet of A Test of Instict

“Get the fuck up, Stilinski!” Her voice grated at his nerves. 

Stiles pulled his blankets over his head. “Leave me alone.” 

Cora hale marched into his room, attempting to snatch his blankets from his body, but the edge was secured firmly in his clenched fists. “You wanted Hales; you got Hales, boyo. Now get up!” 

Stiles could feel her staring as she stood there with her hands on her hips. “It was a misunderstanding. You can go.” He motioned towards the door from under his blanket. 

“Nope.” She grabbed his ankle, tugging at it. He fell to the ground with a thump. “Your daddy dearest called, begging us to come back, and we’re here.” She looked at him; her eyes narrowed as he stayed hidden under his blanket. His wayward arm scrambling to find his damned hat. 

Stiles pushed up, leaning against his bed. He scowled at her as he tugged his hat firmly onto his head before pushing the blanket down. “Not you.” 

She huffed. “Derek!” 

Stiles rolled his eyes, his head thumping against his bed railing. “Not sourwolf, too.” 

#steter #steter bang #catstiles

[mswhich]

WIP Wednesday

More from the Steter fic I'm working on for @steter-bang - below the cut!

“Stiles, what is it you’re keeping secret from me? Tell me.”

The worst thing was that he said it gently. Like a doctor administering medicine that tasted terrible, reassuring you that it was good for you, that you needed it. His eyes were soft and bright, and Stiles hated this. He could feel the answer rising in him, surging like the tide and just as unstoppable. He clamped his jaw shut, trembling with the effort of fighting against his own mind. Peter watched avidly, his hand locked around Stiles’ wrist hot and hard and tight, just waiting for the words to spill out.

“You,” Stiles gritted out. But apparently that wasn’t enough; the words kept coming. “It’s you. I want you. Not Derek, not Scott. It’s you. I think about it all the fucking time, and I never would have told you that, not ever, so thanks, Peter. Thanks for that.”

There was something reassuring about experiencing the most humiliating moment of your entire life, Stiles thought. At least it meant there was nowhere to go but up. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, holding back the tears that still threatened to fall, and when he opened them again, Peter was staring at him with sharp eyes that glowed beta blue.

“When?” Peter asked. With a plummeting stomach, Stiles realized that Peter wasn’t letting him go. Wasn’t done with him.

“Peter,” he said, low and urgent. “Please. You got what you wanted.”

Peter’s eyes went unfocused for a second, and he breathed deeply as though he were inhaling the aroma of a fine wine. “If you—“ he said, then recovered himself, his focus snapping cleanly back onto Stiles’ quivering mouth. “When?” he asked again. “When did it start?”

The worst had already happened; everything else was just details. There was no point in fighting it anymore. Stiles let the words flow out of him like water.

“The lacrosse field,” Stiles said.

Peter’s eyebrows shot up. “Tell me,” he said sharply.

“We really need to have a conversation about consent sometime, Peter,” Stiles snapped.

“Tell me,” Peter said, his eyes flaring bright and his grip tightening. Stiles was probably going to bruise from this, and wasn’t that just typical.

“I begged you not to kill Lydia,” Stiles said. “On my knees.”

“I remember,” Peter breathed, and Stiles’ stomach did a low, twisting flip. Peter had moved closer, so close that Stiles could feel the heat of his breath against his face.

“You said, of course not. Of course not. You had blood dripping from your fangs, but you spoke to me like a man, and it—it just—“ Stiles couldn’t finish, couldn’t articulate what had happened that night when he’d fallen to his knees in front of a monster, heart hammering against his ribcage, and the monster had spoken with precise, articulated syllables that made Stiles think, oh my god.

Peter tilted his head, hawk-like. “I offered you the bite,” he said.

Stiles swallowed hard. “I wanted it,” he said, and hard, vicious triumph flashed over Peter’s face for just a moment.

“Do you still want it?” Peter asked. “Derek has never said anything about you asking him.”

Stiles shook his head. Peter hadn’t asked him why, but he was compelled to answer nonetheless; the spell was apparently not precise. “Don’t want it from Derek,” he said. “And you’re not an alpha anymore.”

Peter was very, very close to Stiles now, close enough for Stiles to feel the heat of his body, to breathe the scent of his aftershave. He leaned close, caging Stiles against the wall. “And if I were?” he asked.

“Peter,” Stiles said with a hitching breath, “I want your teeth in me any way I can get them.”

#wip wednesday #wip #steter bang

[steter-bang]

Steter Bang signups when? I have ideas.

I love to hear that! I'm planning to follow the same schedule as last year. Signups will start May 1. I'll be posting all the information about the event on April 30.

#steter bang 2024 #steter bang #steter

[sivan325]

@steter-bang - Warning, implied suicide attempt

“Why did you try to kill yourself?” Peter asked with a worried voice.

“I tried it before, but it healed quickly, I don’t know why.” Stiles confided in them as he ignored the question.

Stiles wasn’t completely convinced that he was worth, he knew that he was nothing but a loser, he was possessed by evil spirit and killed lots of people and even his dad didn’t even stare at him, didn’t say anything just giving him the silent treatment that he could not longer live in the house.

“Stiles, why?” Peter asked, brushing his finger alongside Stiles’s face when the other broke the hug.

“I couldn’t deal with it anymore,” Stiles confessed, and added, “I know that it’s all my fault that everything happened, it was my fault that Scott was bitten, I knew that it should have been me in his place, everything that happened, is my fault.”

“Stilinski, nothing of what happened is your fault, things just happened.” Jackson tried to reassure him, but Stiles didn’t believe it.

Shape of My Heart - TK/Alex, Tarlos

TK watched from the window, seemed surprised to see a latin man working on the garden around the mansion. He didn’t know that they had a garden.

The latin man was looking good, wearing only short pants, showing off his muscular biceps and that beautiful body of his.

The latin man opened the bottle of water and poured it over himself to refresh from the heat as he worked hard on the garden.

TK knew at that moment that he had fallen in love in a dream, since he was trapped in an unhealthy marriage.

The beautiful man was looking at him, and TK could feel his heart missing a beat for a second, until he tried to open the window, knowing that the door would be up to no use.

TK felt happy when the window was clicked and he could open the window and peaked his head, enjoying the breeze touching his face.

He missed seeing the outdoors, smelling the flowers, it was missed to him since he married Alex.

“This is so beautiful, I missed nature.” TK whispered, hoping that even if the house was covered by cameras that it won’t include audio too.

Carlos went over to him, he seemed surprised that there was someone in the mansion.

“Hi, I’m Carlos, the new gardener,” Carlos said and introduced himself as he spotted the man in the window, “I didn’t know that it’s going to be hot today, if I do I should bring more water.”

“I’m TK Strand.” TK said, found himself fascinated about the man's abs as the water drops were still slipping from the man’s beautiful skin.

TK shook himself from the reverie as he looked at Carlos’s body, the man was coughing at him to get his attention.

“I’m sorry, did you say anything?” TK asked, feeling his cheeks blushing as he looked at the gardener.

Goth Buck/Quarterback Eddie - High School AU

Buck was in shock.

Never in his life, someone from the popular group came to his rescue and saved him from the bullies, no one saved him.

Buck found himself staring in shock at the person that saved his life, he recognized him as Eddie Diaz, a quarterback from the football for the high school group.

The young man stared back at him before collapsing on the ground.

#wip wednesday #steter bang #steter bang 2022 #steter #tarlos #buddie #wip #911 #911 lone star #9 1 1 on fox #steter mini bang 2022 #stiles x peter

[lucky-bishop]

What's your Steter piece about?

It's an AU of season 1 where the sheriff gets involved much earlier. Due to this, the Argents are arrested instead of murdered, but Peter is semi-feral still. Slowly, he starts kidnapping Stiles. At first, it puts everyone on high alert because of how dangerous he is, but over time the panic fades and Stiles becomes more and more intrigued and intertwined with Peter. He thinks he's making Peter more human, bringing him back. That may or may not be the case :)

Based on a post based on a writing prompt that I made on here last year (just in tags) and has turned into a big ol' thang: https://lucky-bishop.tumblr.com/post/709373805788889088/writing-prompt-s-you-are-kidnapped-by-the

#steter #steter bang #teen wolf #ask #anon

[mirrorthoughts]

I always miss wip wednesday bc I only see the reminders the day after thanks to timezones, but well 😂😂

Also! I'm mostly done with my Steter Bang entry and the story only needs a bit of polishing now (I think), so I want to celebrate a bit!

Have a @steter-bang snippet <3

The smell of blood and excrement greeted him just as he crossed the threshold and while the smell made him shudder, the obvious reason let him smile. Soon the fading scent of pain and fear mixed into the bouquet of death and torment and when he stepped out of the shadows of one of the large rusty tanks he was greeted by a fascinating sight: Stiles sat in the middle of the room, legs crossed, supporting himself with his hands on the ground behind him. Around him were bodies, lots of bodies. His and Peter's heartbeats were the only ones Peter could hear inside. The bodies were mostly clean to Peter’s surprise. Well, at least clean of blood despite the smell hanging heavy in the air. Curious. Then he saw the wall Stiles was looking at, smiling serenely and very content. "Let me guess," Peter said, walking over to the witch and holding out the bag with food. "That's Argent?" "Well, you could say it's abstract art now, but yes, that was Gerard." Peter huffed, amused, letting Stiles' grabby hands pull the bag out of his grip as he kicked one of the bodies aside to sit down next to him. "That looks a lot like a grudge. And I'm not judging. More admiring your handiwork. Talia will hate it. Be prepared for lots of shouting."

#sei's writing #seikaze #teen wolf #steter #steter bang 2023 #steter bang #I actually very much love this part of the scene #stiles stilinski #peter hale

[teenwerewoofs]

to everyone filling out the @steter-bang interest check survey regarding a summer mini bang: i would like to give you a little smooch on your forehead

#steter #steter bang #everyone is leaving such helpful extra comments too 🥲 #you get smooches! and you get smooches! and you get smooches! #and if you don’t like smooches then yours actually go to my dog instead & she says thanks