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sapphireginger · 9 months

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Title: Phoenix Phenomenon

Pairing: Steter [Stiles + Peter]

Rating: Mature

Warning/Tags:

Temporary Character Death Car Accident Major Injury

Summary:

“You’ll never be my equal in anything,” Peter sneered.

“What?” Stiles asked but his tone had shifted.

“You heard me, Stiles. If this is all about equality to you, then you might as well give up. It’ll never happen.”

@steter-stackson-bingo

Card Number: 107

Square: Soulmates AU

Stiles and Peter had been dating for three years and had been engaged for two years when they had their biggest fight. The more time they spent together the deeper their bond went, and the fight put all of their hard work at risk.

“Why can’t you just trust me?!”

Peter growled. “I do trust you. Why can’t you understand that a thousand miles between us puts my wolf on edge?!”

“Then come with me!” Stiles pleaded, his fingers fidgeting restlessly with his engagement ring.

“I can’t leave! I’m the alpha! This is all you right now. Why do you have to go that far away just to turn around and come back in a year?!”

Stiles started pacing. “I want to be able to provide for a family without constantly relying on you. I don’t have the means to provide like you do, and I know it’s not the same and I’ll never make enough to make us equals but I can try and come close.”

Peter snorted derisively. “So, money is the issue? Do I have too much? I’m sorry that I have ten years on you and I’m sorry that my family was murdered. Guess that’s too much for you huh?!”

The amber eyed man stilled and glared at the older man. “How could you say that?! I’ve never cared about the age gap between us. Ten years is nothing. Who cares that you’re thirty-three and I’m twenty-three?! I don’t give a fuck! I don’t give a flying fig about age! Don’t confuse me with your nieces!! I’ve never brought up how when it comes to money. I hate that you lost your family and I’m glad I gutted Kate and Gerard myself, but this isn’t about how we got the money. I just want to be an equal in our financial situation. I want to be an equal in everything.”

“You’ll never be my equal in anything,” Peter sneered.

“What?” Stiles asked but his tone had shifted.

“You heard me, Stiles. If this is all about equality to you, then you might as well give up. It’ll never happen.”

Before Stiles could say anything else, Peter continued. “So, go on! Get out of my sight! Go to your fucking far away school and get the fuck out of my life!!”

Hot tears slipped down Stiles’s cheeks. “You don’t mean that,” he said softly.

“Wanna bet?!” Peter flashed crimson eyes at his mate—well the one that he thought was his mate—and roared. “LEAVE!!!!!!!”

Stiles fought hard not to voice the words he wanted to say, the words he wanted to lash out at the man he loved but he still let out a few. “Fine! Have it your way! We’ll be taking that break now, I guess!"

Peter said nothing, his arms crossed over his chest. He wouldn't budge from what he said and ignored the protest of his wolf. Besides, it was only a matter of time before this happened. Really, Peter was shocked they lasted five years. He dug his claws into his palms to try and convince himself of that very blatant mental lie.

When his fiancé didn't say anything, Stiles nodded to himself, sniffled and cleared his throat. "Fine. Whatever! S-Se-See if I care what happens to you now.” He grabbed his bag, slipped on his shoes and after gathering his wallet, keys and phone, he left. The door to the house—their house—slammed shut behind him with a finality that sent pain through both men.

The moment that the door closed, Peter wanted to take it all back. He hated how Stiles never saw his worth and then Peter went and confirmed all the younger man’s worst fears, played on his insecurities and now, Stiles was gone. Peter never cared about the fact that he had more money, that he was older or anything else. He loved taking care of his mate and loved providing for Stiles.

The wolf didn’t understand how Stiles couldn’t see that. If anyone was unworthy of the other, it was Peter who was unworthy of Stiles. The younger man had killed the ones responsible for the murders of the Hale family. Peter would never be able to repay him for it, but he tried to give Stiles everything. The alpha never realized how much Stiles felt he was lacking.

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Stiles drove off in tears. No matter how badly he wanted to turn around and go back, he couldn't. This felt so much bigger than their small squabbles. Make up sex was fun in theory, but his heart hurt too much right now. So, no. He had to keep going no matter how badly he wanted to turn around. He would wait until they both calmed down though his gut churned at the thought of being apart for more than a day.

Stiles couldn't focus, his mind awash with questions of how he was going to fix it, would they fix it, was he too much trouble and more. The rain began pouring and he skidded slightly on the road. It was only when he reached the highway that he paused. “Damn asshole of an alpha,” he cursed and started to turn around. “Can’t believe I love you but as angry as you make me, I can’t help it.”

Unfortunately, the tires couldn’t gain the proper traction and the jeep lurched forward. A shiny sports car going way too fast with its music making the road nearly vibrate, careened around the curve and hit Stiles’s Jeep head on. The last thing Stiles heard was the screech of tires and then everything went dark.

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The call came not even an hour after Stiles had left. Peter was a wreck as he raced to the hospital. What a sight he must’ve made. He stood at the front desk, gripping the edge with as little supernatural force as possible. It was hard to maintain control when his mate, who was also his anchor, was in critical condition.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hale. Unfortunately, I regret I must inform you that Mr. Stilinski is in a coma.”

“Why?”

“There was significant bleeding in his brain. It’s surprising he survived the impact itself, sir. Head on collisions very rarely leave anyone alive.”

“His other injuries?”

The doctor checked his notes. “Mr. Stilinski sustained a broken tibia in his right leg, a fractured collarbone, a burst eardrum, a broken nose, a shattered femur in his left leg, a mangled right foot, and a punctured lung. He has bruised and cracked ribs, as well as bleeding in his brain, stomach and throat. He also sustained severe bruising around his throat from the way the seatbelt had been choking him.”

Peter’s eyes filled with tears. “P-Prognosis?”

With a somber expression the doctor spoke the hard and painful truth. “We can make him comfortable at most right now. After setting the breaks, setting the bones and stopping the bleeding, I'm afraid there isn’t much left to do but wait. I’m sorry, Mr. Hale, but you should prepare yourself for what’s to come.”

After talking with the doctor and schooling his expression the best he could, Peter was led to the room Stiles was in. When he saw his mate, Peter felt as though he couldn’t breathe. “Oh, sweetheart,” he husked out, his voice a wreck.

Peter sat in the chair by the bed and took Stiles’s hand in his own. The younger man looked so small and pale in the hospital bed. It was driving the wolf crazy to see so many wires, tubes and monitors. “Come back to me, sweetheart. Don’t leave me. I-I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me.” The wolf kissed his mate’s hand over and over, drawing pain as subtly as he could. He hadn't meant to break down, but this man was the light and love of his life, was his mate and he couldn't lose Stiles. So, the wolf didn't fight the tears back, didn't muffle the soft sobs. He broke down and cried. “I love you.”

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For three weeks, there was no change in Stiles's condition. He didn't seem to be healing at all and Peter felt helpless, nearly giving in to the urge to bite and turn the younger man several times but always managed to resist. Then at the start of week four something about his mate's condition did change, just not in the way Peter had hoped. Peter had fallen asleep with his hand in Stiles’s hand just like he had the last three weeks, when suddenly he awoke to alarms blaring. His eyes flared in the dark and settled upon the main monitor, his own heart nearly stopping when he saw the flatline.

Peter choked back a sob and vigorously shook his head. It wasn't true, couldn't be true. “No,” he said, repeating the word over and over again. "No. No! Nononononononono!!" he sobbed. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. He didn’t even get to say goodbye.

The doctor’s managed to restart his heart but the familiar hummingbird pace was no longer. Instead, all Peter could rely on to verify his mate was alive was a sluggish thump thump thump. The following morning, Peter stood outside the hospital room, watching as the nurses made some adjustments and tried to shut off his emotions when the doctors informed him it was time for him to make a decision. Stiles had only gotten worse and they firmly but not unkindly suggested that Peter let him go. They left him alone to say his goodbyes.

Peter began pouring his heart out as soon as the door closed. He said everything he wished he had told Stiles when he had the chance but hadn't because he was afraid. Now, he didn't hold anything back and as he finished, a tear fell on Stiles’s wrist. “I love you,” the wolf whispered, pressing a kiss to Stiles's forehead, and another gentle kiss to his lips. As he settled back in the chair, Peter pressed a firm but soft kiss to the pale skin of Stiles's inner wrist right over his pulsepoint. His tears continued to fall as he rested his head on the younger man's hip.

For a moment, it was silent, the only sound being Stiles’s sluggish heartbeat and the machines. It was almost peaceful. Peter could almost believe they were home in bed together and not in a hospital.

Suddenly a golden glow burst forth and covered Stiles’s body from head to toe. The wolf startled, shuffling back slightly but didn’t let go of Stiles’s hand. In fact, he gripped it tighter, just short of supernatural strength. His eyes widened as a small golden triskele formed on Stiles’s wrist, the very place Peter’s tear had landed.

As soon as the three spirals had formed, the gold glow coating Stiles's body brightened until Peter was forced to look away or risk his eyesight, supernatural healing be damned. It was just too bright.

Time seemed to stand still, the air thick with something other, but Peter was not afraid. He was confused, nervous, uncertain and somehow hopeful but not an ounce of fear resided in him.

As quickly as the glow came, it faded, almost like Stiles was absorbing it, leaving his pale skin with a slight shimmer to it. The glow had seemed to rob the entire town of its light. Peter flashed his eyes and sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of his mate. Gone were the wires and gone was the breathing tube from his pale throat. All that remained of the monitoring was a pulse checker on Stiles's finger and an IV in his arm.

Another three days passed with Peter’s belief never wavering. Peter wasn't Stiles but when his mate was learning more about his spark, he had always said that the power of belief was not to be underestimated. So, Peter believed with everything he had, his eyes never leaving his mate. Something had happened that night and no one else acted as though anything was amiss. This told Peter not to give up. Something was happening and he would hold tight to his hope. He would believe.

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In the early hours of the first day of spring, Peter felt fingers carding through his hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp accompanied by a soft humming. It was a beautiful dream and made the wolf smile. If only—The wolf bolted upright when the scent hit him as well as the familiar thumpthumpthumpthump of Stiles's heart and let out a high pitch whine at what he saw.

Stiles’s eyes met Peter’s and he gave the wolf a small smile. “Am I sprouting feathers?”

Peter was confused and definitely hadn’t expected to be greeted so…warmly.

Stiles tilted his head, “I died, Peter. Yet here I am.”

“No!” Peter denied. “You didn’t die. I was here the whole time. I would’ve…” he trailed off. “The accident?”

With a sad expression, Stiles nodded. “On impact.”

“Then h-how?” Peter asked, gently taking his mate’s hand, treating him as fragile, with great care, like Stiles might vanish or break at any moment.

“It’s called the Phoenix Phenomenon.”

Peter’s brows knit together in confusion. “The what?”

Stiles huffed a laugh. Then his expression grew serious. “If a bond cemented between two people is strong enough, it calls to them regardless of where they reside. Their souls are united in life and death. When souls are bonded, not even death itself can separate them.” Stiles chewed his lip and averted his gaze. “Not to mention, I’m…” he mumbled the rest of his sentence, making Peter lean closer.

“You’re…?”

The golden glow returned to Stiles’s body though softer this time and seemed to extend to Peter as well, almost as if greeting him. When the wolf met the gaze of his mate, he inhaled sharply at the orbs of pure gold staring back at him. “Stiles?” he whispered.

“It’s me.”

“What are you?”

Without hesitation, Stiles answered truthfully, revealing to the alpha what not a living soul knew, what no one had ever known before this moment. “I am the First Phoenix.”

#steter-stackson-bingo #steter #teen wolf #square filled: soulmates au #stiles stilinski #peter hale #alpha peter hale #phoenix stiles stilinski #temporary character death #major injuries #hospitals #mates peter hale/stiles stilinski #engaged peter hale/stiles stilinski

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lolli-says-stuff · 5 months

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Good soulmate au fic Recs?

#alex rider #Harry potter #mcdanno #fic Recs #steter #brian x dom #hannigram #what else do I ship?#soulmates au #tibbs #yassen gregorovich #starker #yalex #wolfstar #jegulus #hannibal x will #Harry potter x Charlie Weasley #idk man

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twpsyn-who · 1 year

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Also unsolicited opinion, but the only way I could see myself enjoying Steter as I ship would be in a Soulmate AU.

Gosh just imagine a Soulmate AU where you share the pain with your soulmate. Or where what you write on your skin shows on your soulmate's skin too. Soulmate AU where you dream your soulmate's memories. Soulmate AU where you know when your soulmate is in danger. Soulmate AU where you and your soulmate share emotions. Soulmate AU where you share an unique soul mark with your soulmate. Soulmate AU where you die when your soulmate dies. So many Soulmate AU that would work so well for this ship and give it 100% potential for angst and suffering.

Stiles's body burning and hurting all his life until one day it just... stops- only for it to start again the moment Peter Hale's body began burning because of the Molotov he threw at him.

Stiles always writting on his body little messages to his soulmate and drawing little doodles and somehow that's the only thing keeping Peter sane while in his coma- he might not be able to move, but he could see some of the writing and his nurse would sometimes read him the massages. Too bad Peter could not answer back.

Stiles dreaming of the Hale Fire. Of the house burning to the ground. Of someone trying to save the people inside and failing. Dreaming of endless days spent in a hospital room, stuck in place. Of many kids running around, of a woman with a soft smile, of two kids slowly falling in love. Of suffering.

Stiles getting a panick attack while the Hale Fire takes place. Him also stopping from throwing the Molotov when he felt a pull, one similar to the one he has then during his panick attack. Peter smirking because he knew Stiles was his soulmate, he felt it the moment he firstly meet the kid. That was the only reason he hasn't killed Stiles after helping track Derek, in all honestly. Stiles unsure whatever or not he should side with the others or his murderous, slightly crazy, soulmate. Him living with the fact that he helped kill his soulmate, if he does side with the others.

Stiles feeling pain, sadness and anger for most of his life. Him trying to share good emotions with his soulmate in hopes that it would make them feel better. Peter feeling Stiles's fear the first time they meet, but putting the pieces together only after offering the bite and feeling the kid's emotions. Stiles putting the pieces together when he felt pain and betrayal coming from his soulmate while Peter was burning right before his eyes.

Derek killing Peter then suddenly Stiles hitting the ground, getting everyone's attention. His eyes wide while looking at Peter's lifeless body, hard to believe that the monster in front of his eyes was his soulmate. Body convulsing in the way one does when is dying because of one's soulmate. Derek's face going pale while putting two and two together. And when Peter came back to life, one Stiles Stilinski was trying to get out of his casket before he was left without oxygen. Even better if Stiles doesn't get brought back to life and Peter tries to find a way to do it or straight up suffers through it because no one was meant to be alive without their soulmate and the pain of missing one was Hell.

Do you guys get me now?

#teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski #peter hale #teen wolf peter #teen wolf #steter #teen wolf steter #giving the age gape it would make more sense for the ship to take place under the soulmate au category #then there are people shipping lydia and peter so idk man #idk I think that's the only way I could ship it. make the most sense too in my opinion

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fascinatedscrawls · 2 years

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Title: Like a Bra in the Dark Author: Nenagh24(EverFascinated) Prompt: No, anything but that. Warnings: None Word Count: 1704 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Tags: Fictober 2022, One Shot, Soulmates, Lost Things AU, Fluff and Humor, Always Female Stiles Stilinski, Always Female Peter Hale Summary: Stiles just knew she was making the worst first impression on her soulmate, but honestly she wasn't trying to lose her bras every time she set one down. Why can't she lose something normal or at least more easily identifiable? Constantly buying more just wasn't feasible on a collage student's budget!

#fictober22 #teen wolf #steter #twothumbsandnostakeincanon #soulmate au #lost things au #one shot #We talked about this a while ago #and I have no idea where that convo went #but here we are

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 24 days

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hey, I'm looking for a fic were stiles and scott are half- or stepbrothers, but stiles is basically ignored/neglected and he builds a treehouse outside his window. Hales are alive and give the bite to scott but they find out about Stiles and how he's treated and i think he was magic as well, been looking for this for days :')

I sure can because I know this one. But it's Isaac who is the step-brother.

Backstage is Full of Parasites by Falln_Grce

(!4/14 I 61,349 I Explicit I Steter)

Stiles learned to take care of himself from a young age. And despite going through trauma as a child, he’s 17 now and has adjusted to the new normal as well as he can. With a soulmate-AU just to keep things interesting.

What if the Sheriff didn’t turn to alcohol when his wife died… What if he focused all of his attention on helping a seven year old, recently removed from an abusive home, Isaac get settled into the Stilinski household… Where would Stiles fit into that world?

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #angst #hurt/comfort #lost fic #steter #peter hale

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corpium · 3 months

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WIP Game

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

@duplicitywrites thank youuuuu for the tag! 💘

I only recently got back into fanfic writing after a long long break, but here you go!

Stiles is Basically Clark Kent (old steter from TW)

By Any Means (Harrymort, up on Ao3)

Cinderella-inspired soulmate AU (Tomarrymort)

Post-Chamber, Diary latches onto Harry (Tomarry)

Harry runs away after Y5 (Harrymort)

tagging @liquidluckandstuff & @kippipies if you want to take a crack at this :)

#sometimes i write #my fic

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steter-bang · 2 years

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We've reached the end of the event, friends!

A big THANK YOU to all of our creators who participated this year. Your work is phenomenal! 😍😍😍

Please check out all of the stunning works below the cut (or on AO3 in the Steter Mini Bang 2022 collection!) and leave our creators some love!

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Like Love Notes to a Song Out of Time Author: Jane King (g_love99) Rating: G Words: 6,152 Summary: "Peter is feeling directionless after recovering from injuries incurred by the fire that killed most of his family. It’s been a decade and he needs to decide what his next step will be. Change is never easy but moving forward brings new opportunities and a happiness he never he expected."

Like Notes to a Song Out of Time [Podfic] Creator: LucasRidley Type of Work: Podfic Podfic Length: 30 - 45 minutes (00:34:39)

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Pack Bonds are Loose Lips Author: FailWolf (GeekMom13) Rating: E Words: 5,821 Summary: "Stiles always teased the pack - not his pack - about their furry little problem. They never really got why he was so amused since his other ridiculous jokes never filled the room with the sweet smell matching his laughter quite as much. Then Boyd almost dies and they find out why he kept out of the pack - his own furry problem wasn't so little."

[ART] Ice Dragon Creator: silentdescant Type of Work: Art Summary: "Art; Stiles in his dragon form."

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If you want something done... Author: TheCharmingSeal Rating: T Words: 2,039 Summary: "Stiles decides it’s time for a change in management (and gets a few things off his chest while he’s at it)"

The Frustrations Of Mieczyslaw Stilinski (gifset) Creator: FailWolf (GeekMom13) Type of Work: Gifset Summary: "All he wanted was for Peter to be an Alpha, again, damnit."

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Infinite Moments Author: adara Rating: M Words: 59,724 Summary: "In which the only constants in Stiles Stilinski’s life are that there has always been both Peter Hale and time travel. The only constant, indisputable facts in Peter Hale’s life are his love for both Stiles Stilinski and the Hale Pack. // The Time Traveler’s Wife AU you didn’t know you wanted, brought to you by the 2022 Steter Mini-Bang."

[ART] for adara Steter Mini Bang 2022 Creator: g_love99 Type of Work: Art Summary: "Art for 2022 Steter Mini-Bang Infinite Moments by adara"

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Peter Hale and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (that ended up being pretty good after all) Author: Bunnywest Rating: E Words: 7,973 Summary: "District Attorney Peter Hale has had a hell of an evening. It started with him getting caught in the rain, and ended with him landing headfirst in a dumpster and ruining his favorite Armani. So the last thing he needs is some young guy in a Sesame Street t-shirt coming along and assuming he's homeless—especially when said guy turns out to be his soulmate. Sure, he's cute, but how old is this kid anyway, sixteen? Or, Peter and Stiles jump to conclusions about their newfound soulmates, and have never been happier to be wrong."

[ART] Peter Hale and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day Creator: shaxper Type of Work: Art Summary: "Art for the story Peter Hale and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (that ended up being pretty good after all) by Bunnywest"

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Star Crossed Fluffers Author: sapphireginger Rating: T Words: 4,443 Summary: "Stiles was so ready to kick back and enjoy his summer. The sun was warm and inviting. So he shifted and basked in the warmth. He should've been more careful."

Better Days Creator: midmorning_bomb Type of Work: Remix & Art Summary: "Stiles’ life is suddenly a whirlwind, and he loves it."

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Like Treading Water Author: infiniteeight Rating: G Words: 2,879 Summary: "People get their soulmarks when their soulmate turns sixteen. Peter turns sixteen before Stiles is even born. When Stiles turns 16, Peter is in a coma. // (Set roughly in early season three and Stiles is seventeen.)"

[ART] Like Treading Water Creator: Susihukka Type of Work: Art Summary: "Art for the story Like Treading Water by infiniteeight"

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Foxes and Wolves Author: LuckyBishop Rating: T Words: 5,289 Summary: "When the Stilinskis move to Beacon Hills with their young son, Stiles, they expect to be acknowledged by the local Alpha and left in peace. They don’t expect their families to become thick as thieves, or for their baby shifters to grow up and fall in love."

[Podfic] Foxes and Wolves Creator: bri Type of Work: Podfic Podfic Length: 30 - 45 minutes (00:32:49)

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Poison (More is the Cure) Author: Irukashi_Narukib Rating: T Words: 3,111 Summary: "Stiles has to weather a night of worry as Peter, laid out on a slab beneath him struggles to survive a horrendous wound and the equally gruesome care it required. As it wears on, Stiles loses more and more of his composure waiting to see if Peter survives."

Salt in the Wound (A Kiss On My Cheek) Creator: frankie_31 Type of Work: Remix Summary: "When Stiles follows Peter to China, he isn't sure what to expect. They're fresh off the heels of yet another near-death experience and Stiles' emotionally-charged confession has yet to be addressed. In China, Peter agrees to help a powerful warlock with an obscure spell, and the trials he must go through take a toll on him and Stiles. Will the ritual further muddle the waters between Peter and Stiles? Or will it force them to talk about what happened and how they feel?"

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A Test of Instinct Author: alikatastic Rating: NR Words: 11,411 Summary: "Stiles was a cat, well, a were-cat. Much like a werewolf, and much like Derek, he was a born were-cat. He didn't know what he expected when his mate left town, and he wasn't prepared for itchy hats and sharp claws, too bad the universe didn't care."

A Test of Patience Creator: TheOneWithWhoLockHallows Type of Work: Remix Summary: "For the longest time, Peter believed he wouldn’t even get to meet his mate, let alone get to know them. Stiles, though, Stiles was worth the wait."

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Twice is the Charm Author: Flammenkobold Rating: T Words: 2,103 Summary: "Once this little revenge trip of theirs was over all he would have left was Peter; at least Stiles would be all Peter had left too. Or: Five times Stiles turned down an offer from Peter and the one time he accepted it."

[Podfic] Twice is the Charm Creator: TheOneWithWhoLockHallows Type of Work: Podfic Podfic Length: 10 - 20 minutes (00:13:50)

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Criminal Author: KiraH69 Rating: G Words: 1,220 Summary: "Stiles has custom ringtones for every member of the pack. Some can be very telling."

Mama I'm in Love Creator: LivviBee Type of Work: Moodboard Summary: "Moodboard created for The Steter Mini Bang 2022."

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No Secrets Author: mswhich Rating: E Words: 9,935 Summary: "Stiles gets hit by a truth spell that makes him want to spill all his darkest, deepest secrets. Derek, knowing how dangerous this can be, hides him away in the loft while he goes to ask Deaton for help. // Which is when Peter Hale finds him."

Deceiver Creator: midmorning_bomb Type of Work: Art Summary: "No Secrets Deck: Tarot-style cards featuring Peter, Stiles, and Derek."

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The King's Command Author: asarcasticwitch Rating: E Words: 3,180 Summary: "The human halts a respectable distance away, and Peter leers at the sinful arch of his spine as he ducks forward in a dutiful bow. // Yes, he’ll do just fine."

Chains Entice Me Creator: FailWolf (GeekMom13) Type of Work: Remix Summary: "Peter was not a patient king in most things. But his little servant boy was worth the slow path. His anger and humiliation were sweet on Peter's tongue. He couldn't help but draw out every single reaction and savor it. Lately, the boy had grown used to their games and really started to join in. So Peter made a new game to play, one he knew he would win. After all, the boy would need to be still and graceful to win, and those were two things he simply was not able to be. OR: King Peter wants to see his favorite plaything draped in the finest chains from collar to cock."

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If Only Faces Could Talk Author: cathcer1984 Rating: E Words: 20,417 Summary: "There’s an unkown new monster threatening the Pack and Beacon Hills... and Stiles and Peter’s burgeoning relationship."

[ART] If Only Faces Could Talk Creator: Starkurt Type of Work: Art Summary: "Based on the wonderful fic from Cath, for 2022 Steter Mini-Bang!"

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break me, shake me, devastate me Author: unwitchcraft Rating: M Words: 1,404 Summary: "Stiles goes undercover at a club and Peter accidentally ruins his operation by being sexy."

[ART] break me, shake me, devastate me Creator: Wreck Type of Work: Art Summary: "Steter Mini Bang remix art for unwitchcraft's fic "break me, shake me, devastate me"

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Paradigm Shift Author: LivviBee Rating: T Words: 3,123 Summary: "It might have started with catching a scent, a jostle, or a handshake. Perhaps instead, it was over a drink in an airport bar, or the instant his head was thrown back in laughter, revealing the long line of an intimately tempting throat? Whatever the circumstances, Peter Hale found his life forever changed by meeting Stiles Stilinksi."

You were there Creator: tsubame_17 Type of Work: Plush Dolls Summary: "A little Teen Wolf X Animal Crossing in plush."

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Green Yarn Author: GoldenDaydreams Rating: M Words: 16,259 Summary: "The pack sits at the long harvest table inside the loft. There are books spread out on top of printed out sheets of paper from the last meeting, only days prior. They’re all quiet, sombre. Long gone are the days of teasing and banter; there are no jokes or laughter anymore. Peter keeps his distance from them, sitting on the spiral staircase. He’d prefer to have as little to do with Scott McCall and his little band of misfits as possible, but for this cause, they are united. Today marks four months. Four months that Stiles Stilinski has been missing. They still know nothing."

Found You (A Green Yarn Remix) Creator: ambersagen Type of Work: Remix Summary: "> There’s an omega in the preserve Three months have gone by since Peter seemingly vanished off the face of the earth, and Stiles is determined to find him. He wont be deterred by danger, no matter how...cuddly?"

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Robots Feel Love Too Author: L_Grae Rating: M Words: 3,936 Summary: “My only plan is to recharge after this week.” “Well- you are an emotionless robot.” OR Stiles hides behind jokes and sarcasm while Peter dodges Malia and Kira's attempts at dating advice all while trying to do something nice for a packmate."

[ART] Robots Feel Love Too Creator: shaxper Type of Work: Art Summary: "Art for the story Robots Feel Love Too by L_Grae"

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At This Truth We Have Arrived Author: Wreck Rating: E Words: 9,212 Summary: "After years of exacting revenge on the Argents for the murder of Laura, Peter returns to Beacon Hills only to be confronted by the truth that the pack has moved on without him. But the fact that everything he once knew has changed isn't necessarily a bad thing; not when there is someone like Stiles who is so full of possibilities. OR as my WIP notes for this fic say: "Peter is curious. They do something. Murder murder. Sex sex."

Ancient and Unknown Galaxies Creator: bettertasting Type of Work: Art Summary: "Art for “At This Truth We Have Arrived” by Wreck"

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Tale of the Wolf Warrior Author: Green Rating: T Words: 4,549 Summary: "Stiles remembers Peter from another life. He's determined to find and free him from the curse that's kept them apart for hundreds of years."

Wolf Warrior: Awakening Creator: LuckyBishop Type of Work: Remix & Playlist Summary: “I always knew,” Peter says, stroking Stiles’ hair. “I always knew you’d find me again.” Stiles turns to look at him, a lazy grin stretching across his face. “We’ll always find each other.” or Grief and madness plague Piotr through the ages, but he holds on to hope that Mieczysław will find him. It’s still a miracle when he actually does."

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Can't Fight This Feeling Author: Sophtly Rating: M Words: 23,812 Summary: "In which Stiles stumbles into friendship with Peter, and everything changes for the better...eventually."

The Rest of the Story Creator: Goddess47 Type of Work: Remix Summary: "Missing scenes from Sophtly's amazing Steter Mini Bang story "Can't Fight This Feeling"

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On The Other Side Author: SeiKaze Rating: G Words: 7,250 Summary: "It had been a Wednesday, about half an hour before closing time, when Stiles had stepped through the door for the first time. Peter remembered looking up when he heard the door, remembered the smell of fresh air, grass, earth, and ozone as he watched his new customer walk up to his counter. He should have known the man would mean trouble. He should have seen it in his slow, mischievous smile, his light brown eyes. And still, somehow, Stiles had been able to lie to his face without him noticing. No, that was wrong. The fucking mage had probably manipulated him from the start!"

On the Other Side Art Creator: LeafZelindor Type of Work: Art Summary: "Artwork inspired by the wonderful fic On The other side. Stiles and Peter both have coffee shops."

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Doing Improbable Things Author: Goddess47 Rating: T Words: 7,560 Summary: "Oh. You are my driver, aren't you?" Stiles moved away from the door half a step. He narrowed his eyes as he took a long look at Peter. An impulse Peter didn't understand had him nodding his head. "Sorry. Yes, I am," he replied. "Wasn't expecting the cooler as part of your luggage."

Possibly Maybe Creator: midmorning_bomb Type of Work: Remix & Art Summary: “Charming.” Stiles barely finishes cramming the fistful of fries into his mouth before he smiles wide. “Sucker, I am charming. You are charmed. By me.”

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Fighting the pull Author: R3ad3r1 Rating: M Words: 2,685 Summary: "Peter finds his mate and they have a huge age gap. Peter is annoyed by it and acts kind of dismissively towards his mate. Things change when said mate takes the relationship into his own hands."

Resisting the Pull art Creator: LeafZelindor Type of Work: Art Summary: "Art work done for the Steter Mini bang 2022"

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becoming who we are Author: DarkIsRising Rating: E Words: 5,281 Summary: "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."

Uncharted Waters Creator: janey_p Type of Work: Remix Summary: "Stiles is back in Beacon Hills. Not for long and maybe even for the very last time, considering the circumstances, but Peter’s instincts decide that now is the perfect time to latch on anyway. Time will tell if he’s setting himself up for failure or if he’s on the verge of receiving the greatest gift ever."

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our marrows mixing Author: frankie_31 Rating: T Words: 20,878 Summary: "What can you trust when you can't trust your own mind? That night in the woods, Stiles Stilinski saw something horrible happen. But now, in the light of day, he can't find any proof to support his memories. Is he insane? Or is there something going on in Beacon Hills that defies explanation? All roads seem to lead back to the abandoned and burned Hale House-- And to the mysterious Peter Hale. But being right may mean that Stiles has an even nastier problem to deal with. If what he saw that night was real, what does he do about it? Who can he trust? What does Laura Hale know?"

The Storm Has Passed Creator: Wreck Type of Work: Remix Summary: "As Laura recovers from being tortured by Kate Argent, she reflects what's left of her pack and watches as the bond grows between Stiles and Peter. An epilogue for "our marrows mixing" by frankie_31"

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It's All My Fault Author: Sivan325 Rating: T Words: 3,311 Summary: "Stiles went out with the alcohol he’d scored off some bum who wanted a bottle in exchange for buying it for him and drank his guilt away. He knew that he was at fault, and that if it wasn’t for him, Scott wouldn’t have gotten the bite, Allison wouldn’t have died, and the whole Nogitsune thing wouldn’t have happened."

It's Not Your Fault (I'll Annoint You) Creator: Irukashi_Narukib Type of Work: Remix Summary: "When Stiles leaves Beacon Hills Peter takes note. He never stops hoping he'll return. When Stiles finally does, Peter's shocked at the state he's in and works quickly to remedy it."

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kordyceps · 4 months

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WIP Tag Game!

Oh!!! I was tagged for one of these lil tumblr tag games by @lavender-lotion ! This is so exciting for me, thank you! 😭

Everything I'm working on is Steter because the brainrot is un-fucking-real fkjd;asfd

Mutiny of the Hardest Order -- mostly done and in the process of posting, obviously, but chapters 10, 11, 12, and 18 need a bunch of rewriting so I'm smackin' it on this list anyway

Post-s2, post-resurrection soulmate/soulmarks AU

Temporary amnesia road trip, wherein Stiles gets spell whammied and Peter is opportunistic af lol (this is the plot bunny that started it all for me btw)

Fantasy AU oneshot where Peter is the vile beast that resides alone over a ruined lake town and Stiles the down-on-his-luck traveler who makes the mistake of encroaching onto Peter's domain

And then there are the Ideas™ that I've written down lots of notes and/or outlines for, but which I have no idea if or when I'll actually tackle them for realsies:

humorous uhhhhh wolf form/knotting pack discussion oneshot thing LMAO /sweats

mage!Stiles and familiar!Peter, wherein Peter's true form is a beastly shadow wolf but he's been sealed in the shape of an unassuming cat-wolf-thing and forced into servitude. Only Stiles can release him, but if ever he does so then Peter is just as likely to turn his fangs on him as he is on Stiles' enemies.

role reversal AU where Stiles is the hyperactive werewolf and Peter the very disgruntled human trying to figure out What The Fuck.

I'm still pretty new around the tumblr scene so don't know of a lot of people to tag yet jfkl;sa But I guess low pressure tags for @marsafter-dark @aurevell @midmorning-bomb (and anyone else who wants to do this!) 💗

#plus there's like a dozen other random loose ideas I've jotted down floating around too lmao #like the time travel fix-it where peter's the one sent back in time #or the one where peter keeps getting glimpses/visions/sneak peeks at a possible future where him and stiles are together+#+and *wants* it so desperately to come true #or the one where stiles and peter become anonymous pen pals of sorts via a magic journal but peter knows it's stiles the entire time #or getting married steter #I'll never be able to write all of these jkf;dasd #tag game #kor writes

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aurevell · 2 years

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When It Counts

Steter | 2.5k | G AU-gust Joker Prompt: Soulmates

Summary: Peter meets his mate and promptly loses his words.

Peter Hale is never late.

Officially speaking, at least.

That’s not to say he doesn’t often arrive at meetings just after the appointed time. Or that he doesn’t pause outside conference rooms to enjoy the restless sounds of the fidgeting stakeholders inside. Or that he doesn’t preen as eyes fall upon him when he opens the door.

It’s just that the meetings Peter attends are the kinds of meetings that wait for him.

Ever since he parted ways with Deucalion’s overbearing firm, his own financial consultancy work has taken off—as he’d been confident it would. (Peter has always had a keen eye for the nuances of finances, the way numbers can conceal details or reinvent the facts. After all, in the absence of a bloodthirsty hunt, the modern Left Hand will take the understated violence of a company merger.)

This success has put him in high demand. It affords him the independence he craves. The fact that it also allows him to come and go as he pleases while idly fucking with arrogant middle-managers is, he insists to Talia, simply a happy coincidence.

Usually his delays are just on the right side of appropriate: a few minutes here or there, a smile with a hint of fang, and “you wouldn’t believe the traffic.” He has a way with words, after all. Peter is more than charming enough—and his skills valued enough—to have clients bending over backwards to insist that no, they really don’t mind at all, and in fact wouldn’t you know it, he’s just in the nick of time. And aside from giving Peter ample opportunity to show off the power he wields, those extra few minutes make no difference in the grand scheme of things.

Or so Peter might have said.

Except for the single day when the delay makes all the difference in the world.

On an unseasonably warm Tuesday in March, Peter is ambling toward his latest client’s office, having parked beside a distant plaza to stretch his legs on the way. The street is congested with morning commuters, the air heavy with the smell of exhaust and the damp scent of dead leaves.

When a crowd of pedestrians begins hurrying across the street, Peter slips into their wake at the crosswalk. He’s already ignored two texts from the office manager, and he’s lazily mulling over the exact phrasing he’ll use to bolster the reports he’s forwarded.

There’s nothing tangible that makes that distraction fade away. No ringing bells, no ethereal fog, no glint of light. Nothing like the fairy tales Peter’s always heard about what happens when a shifter first meets their mate. Nothing dramatic enough to attest to the astronomical chances of it happening at all, chances so insignificant that Peter’s never bothered to daydream about this kind of meeting even as a child.

(Peter is, and always has been, a numbers guy. He’s not about to base his expectations on an event that’s statistically less likely to happen than getting struck by lightning.)

Instead of the drama Peter’s used to, this part of his story starts slow, and quiet, and small.

It’s the unexpected scent that catches Peter’s attention first, and he turns instinctively before he’s had a chance to process it. A few yards away, a boy stands squinting in the sunlight as he steps out of a coffee shop. He holds a hand over his eyes for a moment, looking down the street as if to orient himself, and Peter stops short.

The scent has caught up with him in full—soft and a little earthy, certainly human instead of wolf, with a subtle and almost indescribable tang he’s never smelled before. Something strange. Something unique. Something he likes.

He stares.

The boy must be around college age, with a lean build and a scattering of moles that stretches from his face all the way to the hand held up against the sun. Despite the lingering chill in the air, he wears just a plain t-shirt and a loose flannel, along with dark jeans and a pair of worn sneakers.

Something shifts. Peter thinks it might be something inside of him.

He’s...mine, he realizes, and the thought seems to fit so neatly in his mind that he doesn’t understand how it hasn’t always been there.

In the sun, the stranger’s eyes seem to shift from brown to something lighter, the dark amber of honey.

Peter realizes he only knows this because he’s gotten very, very close to the boy.

The door to the coffee shop sits in a recessed alcove, walled on either side by narrow windows. Somehow, in the instant when he was lost in thought, Peter has unintentionally moved forward to block the stranger’s path, crowding him against the door.

“Uh,” the boy says, blinking at their sudden nearness. “Um, my bad?”

He shifts (rather graciously, all things considered) to one side of the door, allowing Peter access to the shop, as if he’s the one blocking the way. When Peter doesn’t immediately move past, his brows furrow in confusion.

“After you,” he says, jutting his thumb toward the door as though he expects Peter to do something. “Dude. You trying to go inside?”

Peter’s brain feels like it’s struggling through fog, like he can’t quite keep up with the speed of the conversation and document the way the stranger’s—his mate’s—hair has one adorably messy cowlick he wants to tuck neatly back. He’s wading through the smell of him, the overpowering richness of it, and the words seem to take a year to filter in and process.

(How can he explain it all in a way a human would understand? For wolves, the understanding comes in an instant, he recalls, but it’s said that humans fall into the bond in the same gradual way they fall in love.)

“No, I was…” Peter begins, but he falters. The rest of the words never come to him.

The thing is, Peter always has words. He has talked his way both into and out of impossible situations, and the fact that his words are failing him now feels like an incredible injustice sent to him by an uncaring universe. Later, he’ll think of dozens of clever things he might have said to earn a laugh. Or witty explanations to impress. He’ll remember to flatter, to boast.

But for the moment, he only stares.

His mate looks deeply perplexed, though Peter thinks there’s a thread of amusement running through the emotion—based both on the way his scent changes and the way his cheek curves with the hint of a confused smile. His dark eyebrows tick slowly higher as the seconds pass.

“Okay. Well, I guess you can take your time to decide,” his mate says slowly, as if he’s unsure how much talking Peter can handle. “Anyway I’m, uh—I’m gonna be late,” he tries, making a vague gesture at the sidewalk just beyond Peter, who is still blocking his way forward. Peter doesn’t even need to be able to read heartbeats to hear the lie.

This is going all wrong, Peter thinks wildly, and for the first time in a long time there’s a tiny spark of desperation there. If he’s already trying to get away from me, I must be as awkward as Derek at this.

“Coffee,” he blurts.

“What?”

Peter clears his throat, trying to recover. “I’d—like to buy you a coffee.”

“Oh.” His mate looks over his shoulder as if he might find someone standing there to rescue him, or at least to commiserate with.

When he turns back, he glances pointedly down at his hand.

Which is holding a cup of coffee. Which Peter must not have noticed in the distraction of…well, the rest of him.

“Right,” Peter says, and nothing else.

His mate’s expression is strangely apologetic. The sight of it sets Peter’s mind running rampant even as he tries to find a way to salvage this. Is his mate the kind of person to sympathize with the kind of weirdness Peter would normally turn away from? Is he flattered by the attention or put off by it?

“Not that it’s not cool of you, but do I...” his mate offers, tilting his head to get a better look at Peter. “Am I supposed to know you? I mean, we just met—or just ran into each other, I guess.”

“No. We don’t know each other yet,” Peter says, swallowing back the darkly possessive tone threatening to harden his words, but that’s all he manages in his effort to memorize the subtle changes in this strange new person’s scent.

His mate waits for more information, but it doesn’t come. Mostly because Peter is trying to inhale him.

“O-kayyy,” he says again, even more slowly this time. Peter has still made no move backward, and the stranger shifts a little to peer helplessly around once more.

Though Peter’s loath to drag his eyes away, a glance through the glass door behind them shows that no one in the sleepy coffee shop seems to have noticed anything amiss. At the very least, his mate hasn’t tried to rush off for help—though he’s probably soothed by the fact that he could if he needed to.

“Well, why, then?” the boy demands, a note of curiosity in his voice.

There are literally too many reasons for Peter to consider, and they all come flooding in at once, each wilder than the last: Because your eyes are as bright as a shot of magic. Because I want to know how your mouth feels. Because I want to see where you fit beside me. Because my wolf feels like he’s known you forever.

But what comes out is: “You smell like I could eat you.”

The lingering amusement and curiosity vanish in an instant. His mate shifts backward a little, his mouth opening for a long moment before anything comes out.

“Right. Uh, listen,” he begins, and there’s a mixture of pity and anxiety in his scent now—which is probably well-deserved.

Before his mate can struggle through whatever platitudes might offer next, Peter shakes his head firmly and holds a hand up.

“No. Stop.” He says the words with all the authority of the persona he channels in the boardroom, every inch the ruthless executive who refuses to yield to a rebuttal. “Just stop there.”

All Peter needs is to buy a few instants of time, just a few seconds to reroute his thoughts and get this conversation back on track (as if it ever was, a small part of him snarks).

But this, more than anything, makes his mate look distinctly offended.

“Don’t talk,” Peter tries again, when his mate opens his mouth—and then closes it, frowning, as his scent goes acrid with surprise and bewilderment.

Everything is coming out wrong, Peter realizes desperately, his hand going up to rub his forehead. The only way he could possibly fix it is by starting over again. Maybe. But since he can’t do that, he reasons, all that’s left to him is the next best thing.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out, trying to string together the words he needs. His mate watches him with wary eyes.

“I’m Peter,” he says finally. “And I clearly seem to have lost my ability to speak human words. But if you can ignore the...meltdown, I’d like to get to know you. If you’ll—well, if you have a few minutes, I’d like to grab a coffee myself, and we can talk. If you stick with me until they’ve made it, and if I still haven’t convinced you that I’m at least borderline normal by the time they give it to me, you’re free to go.”

He clears his throat as he realizes how that sounds.

“Obviously, you’re...also free to go now as well,” he clarifies, stepping to one side to give his mate space to pass by if he chooses. His wolf doesn’t particularly like this move, not at all, but it’s the most fair action he can take at this point.

The boy frowns, his face contorting between suspicion and incredulity as he sizes Peter up.

“And I’m not usually like this,” Peter adds reassuringly after a beat. “Not with normal people.”

His mate lets out an incredulous huff.

“By which—I only mean that you’re a special case, that’s not an insult,” Peter tries, and then he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, because maybe there’s a certain point after which no correction in the world can help you get back on track.

But when he looks again, his mate is still standing there. Peter can’t read his expression, but his scent carries a bit of wryness, and there’s also a bloom of amusement that Peter finds he doesn’t mind.

“You know what? Yeah. Sure,” his mate says, with the tiniest of smiles. “I mean…this couldn’t possibly get weirder, so it’s all downhill from here. Right?”

If Peter wasn’t certain that he has perfect hearing, he might not have believed it.

“Right,” he says, and an echoing smile breaks across his face before he can do anything about it.

The satisfaction is so profound that it takes him an extra few seconds to realize that his mate has backed away to hold the door open for him.

“Did you still...want that coffee?” he asks, and there’s laughter in his voice.

“Of course,” Peter says, and steps inside.

His mate lets the door slip closed behind them, then turns and holds out a hand. “Since we’re, um. I’m Stiles, by the way.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Stiles,” Peter says, taking it and feeling the warmth and weight of it settle in his grip.

With a few moments to think while Stiles pretends to be distracted by the menu, still fighting back a smile, Peter has time to compose himself. At least enough to work around the ongoing handicap of speaking to his honest-to-magic mate.

(He knows with certainty that he’ll have to make up a charming story to explain his unexpected absence from today’s meeting. But that’s a task for later.)

And then, over the next few minutes—which turn into the next few hours—he finds the right words.

He always does, when it counts.

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#steter #steter fic #au-gust 2022 #peter hale being awkward for once in his life #i am apparently a sucker for meet-cutes where people immediately put a foot in their mouth #mine #long post #tumblr fic

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cannibalinc · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I was thoughtfully tagged by @racfoam! Thank you <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25 works

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

318,492 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly HP and Teen Wolf. I also used to write a lot of Naruto about fifteen years ago.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Rigmarole Dance - Harrymort soulmate AU

Gentle Roar - Steter omegaverse mating run AU

As Portioned from a Whole - Harrymort dystopian Voldemort raises Harry AU

Anthropological - Steter xeno wolf rape oneshot

Id Est - Steter smutty 800 word drabble. Surprised this one is on the list lol

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

Sometimes! If someone asks a question or comments something particularly conversational. I go through waves.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uuuh this is hard. Angsty for who? hahaha

Based on reader response and bookmark notes I've noticed, either Paradisus, a Harrymort Volddmort wins AU in Draco Malfoy's POV, or Be Thyself, a soulmate AU in Lily's POV, seem to be the endings that bother people the most. I get a lot of 'this was great, I'll never read it again' lmaaooo

But a LOT of my works are open ended or end with one half still in captivity/unhappy. The other half is happy though! :D

Honeyguide, splits your skin, Research and Development, etc all have this "bad ending."

(*The angiest ending I'll ever write is still a WIP, but it's coming.)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The Rigmarole Dance for sure. It's light, funny, has the happiest feelings.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I write mostly smut. Lots of non-con, lots of wet and messy, lots of monster cocks.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't think I've ever written a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, a few times unfortunately.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I had a really fun steter omegaverse dystopia project with a friend that we discussed heavily but never actually started. We called it the trash diamond. It involved amputation, conditioning and programming, you know the fun stuff haha. I still hope to write it.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Harrymort <3

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

...I will finish all my WIPs gdi lmao

16. What are your writing strengths?

Atmosphere/prose. Recently, dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action. I struggle between pretty phrases and conveying immediacy.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Yes! It's great for making the POV character and readers feel alienated when they can't understand what's being said. Also if you want to establish a character is pretentious.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ooooh. I think InuYasha in the 2000s.

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

I'm a self-indulgent writer, so pretty much everything I write is for me.

Research and Development was an experimental challenge for me that I'm really proud of. It's told in a dissociated first person POV through "scientific" logs and follows Voldemort's experiment on Harry and the deterioration of his indifferent observations as he becomes more obsessed with Harry.

I'm also really proud of Embryo, a fic idea I've been writing and rewriting for over ten years that I've begun to actually post. I've put a lot of work and research into it in order to capture Tom Riddle's voice and intelligence. It's in his POV, in the 1940s, and Harry shows up as a mysterious student no one can seem to explain or even remember long enough to answer Tom's questions about him.

I think racfoam already tagged a lot of other writers I know. Tagging @vdoshu @metalomagnetic @lordansketil @crowcrowcrowthing @vestiges-of-light and anyone else who wants to!

#fic writing #my writing

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