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Hello hello! I loved your fic Tongue Tied and Wrists Together 💕 You aren't allowing comments for that one on AO3, so I hope it's okay that I leave one here for you. I too love D/S AUs, and your take on Stiles and Peter was so dang good! I could read it for hours. Down (and surprisingly quiet) Stiles was so sweet, and Peter getting him there was a delight to read. Thank you for writing and sharing the fic!!
Thank you so much!! It's fine to drop a note here, I should probably just go turn the comments back on lol.
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Friendly reminder that Stiles Stilinksi is canonically the person who mellowed out Derek Hale. Lots of talk about how Derek went from hard-edged angry bad boy to loving, soft dilf, but let’s give credit where it’s due. It was physically impossible for Derek to not be angry since it was his anchor at the start of the show. That is canon. If he ever stopped being angry, he would lose control of his wolf. But then, oh but then, he met Stiles Stilinksi, and he became his anchor. That is also canon. There for, the reason Derek softened, is canonically Stiles Stilisnki.
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Oh shit that’s the very first fic I wrote for TW lmao, glad you found it!!
Lost fic Found!
I was in a discussion about shifter!Stiles earlier and it made me think of this fic which I can't remember and I wanna reread it dammit.
Probably Sterek but I'm honestly not 100% on the ship
Stiles was afraid of and hated raccoons (he'd say it was because of their creepy little hands)
small animals were being sacrificed and they found a den of abandoned baby raccoons that Stiles wouldn't leave out in the woods even though he didn't like them
There's a scene where they go into a cave and Stiles gets scared when a raccoon jumps out at him and he involuntarily shifts a teensy bit
(which is how we find out that Stiles is a shifter and Scott knows, but no one else does)
I think the reason he doesn't like raccoons has something to do with his shifted form??
I found it! 🎉
The Shit by @twothumbsandnostakeincanon
7k | Teen | Steter
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steter + otp tumblr tags part 2
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hey guys remember teen wolf?
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Out of character writing in Teen Wolf fics doesn't count cause nobody could write those characters more out of character than Jeff himself
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I would respect Stiles and Scott’s relationship if they were more willing to kill each other tbh.
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we swore ourselves protectors from all the evil in the world.
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i love Died And Came Back Wrong i love it so much. i do. feverishly. that being said, what peter hale did (Died, Came Back Way Less Wrong) is so funny. being set on fire by teenagers and then throat slashed by his nephew literally calmed him down. put him back to factory settings. he lived and served cunt, died and served cunt, resurrected himself and served cunt, and then was like "by the way i'm normal now" which isn't true at all but he THINKS it is. other characters could really learn something from him (be the victim of a very deserved and public avunculicide and then use it as an opportunity to rebrand).
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Devil of Mercy by KouriArashi aka @gingersnapwolves
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Here’s one of those fics I bound from last fall that I never got around to posting. This was done for the Renegade Bound Fic exchange last fall. As usual, KouriArashi’s fic are a delight and I was glad to get permission to meet this request from my giftee.
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Brick duo with black acrylic paint for the cover and spine, red marbled print for end papers. My own photoshop of the actors for the title page. (I had wanted to foil the title page image onto the cover but had two failures before giving up and switching gears.)
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Werewolf boyfriend
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Baby Whisperer by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)
(12/12 I 26,547 I Mature I Steter)
“What. Is that.”
Scott looked up at him, apprehensive.
“Her name’s Lily.”
Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose.
“Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-”
“Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.”
“Who the fuck is Becca?!”
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got possessed by a writing ghost for exactly two pages.
Re: this post.
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Stiles wasn't even supposed to be in this part of the preserve. Technically it was Hale land, and normally he would be giving it a wide berth. No sense in drawing the attention of a huge pack while they seemed perfectly content to ignore the witch in town. He didn't need a herd of hall monitors watching his every step.
However, he'd noticed a small patch of plants there, that he'd been unable to find anywhere else in the preserve, and a couple of them were extremely valuable. "Month Long European Vacation” valuable. And he was jonesing for some Swiss chocolate.
So, he didn't see the harm in a little bit of a stealth charm. Just a touch of misdirection magic. He'd slip in and slip out, and the Hales would never need to know.
Or at least, they wouldn't have, had one of them not been face down in the mud next to the plants he wanted.
Stiles mused as he carefully picked and jarred the roots, keeping one eye on the motionless figure. It looked pretty dead. Stiles was still sure the Hales would never know he was here; his spellwork was comprehensive and the rain was washing away any slight evidence his magic might leave behind.
He stood up and tucked the last jar away in his bag, brushing his wet hair away from his face as he considered the lump of werewolf in front of him.
Werewolf teeth could go for a lot with the right buyer.
And a Caribbean vacation could be nice after the European vacation.
He stepped a bit closer, checking out the face. It was beat to hell, and only vaguely familiar. A Hale for sure, but not one that stuck close. Maybe the pack wouldn't even be looking for him.
Stiles gave the body a little kick.
It groaned.
"Fuck," Stiles swore to himself, imaginary money evaporating from his wallet as the not-quite-corpse sluggishly moved.
He crossed his arms, tapping his fingers as he considered. Having a favor to call on from a werewolf pack was it’s own kind of valuable, really. He wasn’t looking for friendship bracelets, but it could be nice to have a one-time call out up his sleeve.
He kicked the werewolf one more time to make sure he was still alive, and was answered with a twitch of the hands, claws flexing in and out for a moment.
“I don’t think those are gonna be a lot of use to you buddy,” Stiles muttered, finally crouching down to put a hand on him, rolling him over to fully assess the situation.
His critical eye noticed the injuries weren’t healing at the usual rate. Alpha inflicted. Damn. The Hales weren’t going to owe him jack shit if he brought back someone they kicked out. Maybe the injuries had been given by an outside Alpha? There was just no way of knowing without asking.
Stiles sighed resignation and reached in his bag for that most magical of cures: epinephrine.
He briefly considered acting out his Pulp Fiction fantasies, but went with the thigh instead. The wolf’s eyes shot open a moment after deploying the pen, growling and snarling, arms and legs not quite under his command yet, but swinging enough for Stiles to quickly stand up and step back.
“Hey,” he shouted over the rain and growls. “HEY. Who half-assed your transformation into a corpse?”
The werewolf snapped his eyes onto Stiles for the first time, half lunging before falling directly back into the ground.
“Alright Mudcakes, you’re not really in a position to be making threats. Tell me who fucked up your shit. Was it your Alpha or another one? If I take you back to your pack are they just going to finish the job?”
“I have no Alpha,” the werewolf snarled, still struggling to move in a direction that might reach Stiles someday.
“Well that answers that I guess,” Stiles muttered to himself. He was soaking wet at this point, and fully ready for the shower he’d been intending to take as soon as he got home. He should really just leave and let the werewolf drama run its course. Not his circus, not his monkeys. Or wolves, in this case.
But… the opportunistic wheels wouldn’t stop turning in the back of his head. Sure there would be no werewolf teeth to sell, and there would be no favor owed from a large pack… but someone from inside the pack with no loyalty to it could also be valuable. Information sold even better than spells sometimes.
The wolf’s movements were slowing already, the epinephrine burning through his blood faster than a human’s.
The wolf would probably be easy enough to control for at least the next few days, given the ratshit state of him. What harm could it do to at least bring him back to the shop for a night? Stiles was sure he’d be grateful, at least.
With the other option being facedown dead in pond mud, how could he be anything but adoringly thankful?
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meet cute: it's raining and I see your battered bleeding body lying in the mud and I kick it slightly to see if you're dead
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OP TAGS @ambersagen
Delirious with tummy sadness, I am contemplating a Steter AU in which Peter is doing his thing, seductively offering Stiles the bite (of course ever so secretly offering more, by way of mating bite to the wrist).
Only Stiles, in a moment of WTF and panic, kind of flails, smacking Peter in the face just as he's going in for the tease, basically thrusting his hand into Peter's whole ass mouth like some sort of demented toddler therefore resulting in Stiles gets accidentally werewolf hitched in a parking garage and Peter gets a bloody nose and a hyperactive newly bitten teen bride.
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I think that when he’s bored sometimes Peter gets on Reddit to offer his services as a trip sitter and then gives people the worst hallucinogenic experience possible. He’s shifting back and forth while telling them the cops are coming, he’s burning garlic on the stove, he has strobe lights going and John Cage playing in the background. The floor is covered in loose pennies. This is enrichment for him.
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