#steter drabble

[takaraphoenix]

When Peter shows up to Talia's big reelection gala with a boy less than half his age, she is furious. How can he be so selfish and vain to parade this obvious hookup around while she is running for mayor?

When Peter brings the same boy to brunch with all higher ups in Beacon Hills and it turns out said twink is the sheriff's son, she just knows he's doing this to torment her, personally. However, the angle of the kid being a prostitute suddenly seems off the table.

When Peter brings the boy to Derek's wedding, she yells at Peter about it, because this hoax was going too far, she did not want his fling in their family pictures. And Peter has the audacity to be all calm and reasonable, telling her that Stiles knows Jordan from the station and Jordan invited the sheriff and his son, so Stiles would have been there anyway. He dares accuse her of making a scene.

When Peter brings Stiles home for Christmas, because the sheriff has to work, she doesn't even say anything anymore. She just refills her mulled wine and glares daggers at the back of Peter's head.

When Talia gets reelected as mayor, Stiles brings the most delicious brownies to the party and even shares the recipe with her when she asks.

When Peter has this big case that takes him to New York for months, Talia catches Stiles pulling up to the Hale House repeatedly just to leave again, like he was remembering that Peter wasn't there. After the third time, she goes to his apartment with a tray of brownies.

When Peter gets back from New York and wants to spend quality time with Stiles and he has to compromise that he doesn't get Stiles every day of the week because Stiles and Talia have a spa-weekend planned and it's Peter who glares daggers into Talia's head? Well, maybe she feels a little vindicated.

When Peter drags her and their brother to an expensive jeweler in Los Angeles because he can't pick a ring on his own, Talia feels silly for ever having taken Stiles as something personally designed to offend her, because really, she had never seen Peter fret this much or stare at anyone with that much love.

--

When Talia announced her reelection campaign and told Peter, in no uncertain terms, to not embarrass her and he ran into the very very pretty and very very young sheriff's son while meeting a client at the sheriff's station, he'd followed an impulse in asking him out. He'd told Stiles, in no uncertain terms, that this was not a date and had the sole purpose of pushing Talia. The shit-eating grin and agreement he earned had been a bit of a surprise. It was the most fun he'd had in a long time and that had only been partially due to his sister's ire, the rest had all been Stiles' company.

--

When Stiles had been asked out to prank the mayor of Beacon Hills, he'd, well, honestly he hadn't thought much of it beyond figuring he'd get fancy food, gorgeous company and maybe a kick out of it. He hadn't meant to fall in love. Neither had Peter though, so at least he wasn't the only one.

[infiniteeight8]

Stiles is a fox charmer or foxes consider him their leader

Since the association between Stiles and foxes is because of the Nogitsune (at least, to my knowledge), I’m using that as an inciting incident.

-

It takes Stiles a while to notice. Things are so fucked up after the Nogitsune that odd wildlife behavior doesn’t register. But eventually it calms down enough that his eye for patterns notices them. The foxes. Whenever Stiles is within a hundred yards of the Preserve, at least one fox can be found in the brush, watching him. Usually more than one.

He tells Deaton, who brushes him off, and the pack, but Scott just shrugs and says to let them know if the foxes do more than follow him. Peter seems more interested than the others, but he doesn’t speak up. 

For weeks, nothing changes. Then a witch kidnaps Peter.

No one can track him, the witches have gone to ground, and Scott seems like he’s looking for an excuse to stop searching, though he goes along with the plans the others propose. Stiles is furious, and maybe a little scared, when he storms out of a pack meeting and into the Preserve.

The foxes come boiling out of the bushes as if summoned, at least a dozen of them. “I need to find Peter,” he tells them. Really he’s just venting his frustration. How could the foxes do anything if werewolf noses can’t find him?

But they draw closer. The underbrush continues to rustle as more join the gathering. “I need to find Peter Hale,” Stiles repeats, heart pounding. This is stupid He doesn’t even have anything of Peter’s with him to share with them.

Apparently, it doesn’t matter. After a breathless pause, the foxes scatter into the Preserve.

Stiles waits.

Sixteen minutes later, one of them returns. 

It leads him straight to Peter.

“Aren’t you full of surprises,” Peter murmurs.

“Secrets,” Stiles corrects. This doesn’t feel like something he should share. Not yet.

Peter smiles. “Of course.”

[handsofred]

I want to try and write drabbles more, or at least quick pieces of fictions that are less than 1000 words, so since I have a playlist of songs that gives me ideas on Spotify.

Pick a number between 1 - 65

And a pairing between : Stiles/Derek, Stiles/Peter. Stiles/Chris, Peter/Chris Stiles/Peter,Chris.

And I will attempt to give it a go.

1 - 2 - 3- 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 - 37 - 38 - 39 - 40 - 41 - 42 - 43 - 44 - 45 - 46 - 47 - 48 - 49 - 50 - 51 - 52 - 53 - 54 - 55 - 56 - 57 - 58 - 59 - 60 - 61 - 62 - 63 - 64 - 65

[disappointmentthemusical]

Peter knows he's a pretentious asshole. It's an immutable aspect of his personality, and he's beyond acceptance of it.

In fact, it's his favorite quality about himself; a point of pride that in every scenario, he knows with certainty that he's the smartest, most capable, most stylish person present. And if his bare minimum is the most people's best effort, why would he be anything other than a pretentious asshole? He, of anyone, deserves it.

The one drawback – one that he only admits to himself – is the distance that it creates between himself and others.

Not people in general. He couldn't care less about any given person off the street, and if half the town died one night, his main concern would be avoiding the same fate.

No, it's the distance the pack keeps that bothers him. It's not physical distance, either – 30 members living together under the same roof does not beget privacy – but an emotional gap that he doesn't think will ever be bridged.

Not that he faults them, necessarily. He's difficult to get along with on a good day, and add in his dubious morals and position as Left Hand, it would be more surprising if he were a favored member of the pack.

If he were to be completely honest, he'd say he's not even interested in his packmates as individuals. Sure, they're family, and he'll always be loyal; he'd even go so far as to say he loves them.

But he just doesn't – fit in with them, as juvenile as it sounds.

There's no one in the pack whom he can look at and say Ah, yes, this one knows me. And sometimes it feels like he's standing chest-deep in the ocean, letting waves crash over his head and swallowing briny water while the others laugh and play on the beach. There's an emptiness in his chest, and for all that he ignores it, it continues to grow.

One day he fears it'll consume him whole.

He wonders if he'd mind it.

[steterismylife]

Stiles hated that he saw the signs. All the signs that Peter Hale, Commander of the Knights, would overthrow the throne. He watches as people run away from the throne room, and he makes his way there. Usually, he follows the crowd, but he feels Peter wants to see him.

He tries not to shake in fear as he finally reaches the throne room. A lot of the throne room is trashed, and blood is splattered on the floor, walls, and, somehow, the ceiling. He tries not to look at the viscera of the former royal family. Of the Argents.

At least Isaac had gotten Scott and Allison out before this shitshow had gone down.

"Ah look the resident nerd has joined us."

Peter's voice booms in the hall, and the knights with him laugh at his snide remark.

Stiles stops a little short of Peter and how he has desecrated the throne. Black and red paint was thrown over the golden red furniture, and the red was the Argent's blood.

How did this even happen? Stiles tries to remember the first sign he has seen. The first time he met the man? He wasn't sure.

[stetermonthlyprompts]

November 2024: Drabble prompt - "Misunderstanding"

For this month's prompt, we're going with a Drabble prompt.

Drabble: A drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length.

The word for this prompt is: Misunderstanding

[kymera219]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: Drabble, Murder Husbands, Derek Hale is So Done, Established Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Blood and Gore, Crack Treated Seriously Series: Part 1 of Drabbly-Dos Summary:

A Steter drabble based on the prompt "In my defense, you left me unsupervised"

[morenotles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Originally Posted on Tumblr, Drabble Series: Part 9 of Steter Drabbles Summary:

Peter's idea of weird is little more bloody than most people's.

[sapphireginger]

Always Room for One More…Or More

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Stiles grew up in a loving home with his mother, Claudia Stilinski and his father Sheriff Noah Stilinski and because of this he had never questioned how loved he was.

It was something he passed on to his own children, children he had carried himself as a spark and apparently that meant sex equaled babies!! Yay!!

Well, in addition to loving his children, Stiles had taught them to be loyal, loving and fiercely protective.

This was apparently the reason for the man, child and kitten curled up on the bed in the guest bedroom. He looked at his children. Their Bambi eyes were wide, and anything but innocent. Stiles caved. Of course mystery man, kitten and child would be allowed to stay.

He went back to the grocery store and loaded up his cart with food. He was just glad he got it all put away and had nothing in his hands or being shoved and held against a wall would’ve sucked. As it was, he was as calm as he was able to be when dealing with a protective alpha wolf whose pup was not in bed next to him when he woke up.

Then again Stiles hadn’t expected his children to give the little thing a bath without an adult. This was getting out of hand. “Hey there big guy? If you could let me go, I can show you that your kiddo is perfectly safe. She’s getting a bath at midnight. It’s normal in this house since Isaiah discovered how to run the tub all by himself. I promise, she’s safe.”

Oh and the alpha’s name was Peter as in Peter fucking Hale. What even was Stiles’s life?

‘Well,’ he thought with a shrug. ‘There was always room in the Stilinski family and their hearts for more.’

[sticknpokelightningbolt]

Having some Steter thoughts...

Here's a drabble that may or may not turn into a whole fic:

“Why are you here, Stiles?”

“Oh, uh. You know what, nevermind.”

“You let yourself into my loft—”

“It’s Derek’s loft.”

“—clearly agitated, nervous, sweaty—”

“I am not sweaty.”

Peter puts his book down and gives Stiles a good once over. “What are you here for, Stiles? If you need something, you’ll get it faster by simply asking.”

“Dude, it’s nothing. I was just—”

“Looking for Derek. You said ‘it’s Derek’s loft,’ which means you were looking for Derek.”

“That’s a bit of a stretch. Who’s to say I don’t let myself into Derek’s loft all the time, regardless of whether or not I think he’s on the premises?”

Peter stands up from the sofa, wanders closer to Stiles, still studying him. Stiles tries not to fidget under his scrutiny.

Peter stops when he’s just pushing the boundary of Stiles’ personal space. He looks Stiles in the eyes, expression squinting ever so slightly. Then, “Don’t do that, Stiles.”

“Do what? I’m not doing anything.”

“Don’t do what you came here to do.”

Stiles’ mouth pops open in surprise. For some reason, he believes that Peter knows why he’s here. But how does he know? How does Peter just know things? Stiles recovers enough to close his mouth. “And why not?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’re both adults, with, I suspect, a mutual attraction, and what I assume to be an equally mutual need to get off.”

Peter looks considering for a moment before he speaks. “Because he can’t do casual. And he knows that about himself. So either he’ll turn you down, or he’ll want more from you. And you’ll be dissatisfied, whichever way it goes.”

Stiles tries not to pout. And yeah, it’s partially because he’s disappointed at the lack of fruits for this particular labor, but it’s also because he’s annoyed that Peter was able to call him out so easily.

“Stiles.” Peter calls his attention back.

“Right. Well. Then I’m going. And don’t worry, I won’t, you know, try it with him.” Stiles turns back toward the door.

“I can do casual.”

Stiles stops.

“It’s been suggested to me that casual is all I can do, in fact. I believe the term ‘emotionally unavailable’ was used. On several occasions.”

Stiles turns around.

Peter steps closer. “Thoughts?”

Stiles’ heart rate picks up and he knows that Peter can hear it. Hell, if he were any closer, he could feel it.

“Is that because you’re nervous or excited?” Peter asks, glancing down at Stiles’ chest.

“Both.”

“Good.” Peter’s grin is sharp. He steps impossibly closer to Stiles, somehow still not touching him. Maybe he’s not going to. Maybe Peter’s just fucking with him. Seems like something he would do.

But then there’s a hand on his hip. Thumb slipped under the hem of his shirt. Fingers squeezing. Stiles sucks in a breath.

When Peter kisses him, it’s not the bruising kiss Stiles is expecting. There’s a hand on the side of his face, and a firm but controlled press of lips.

Stiles lets his eyes fall shut, breathes through his nose as they get into it, get used to each other. It’s nice. Nicer than Stiles thought it would be. Not that he’s spent a lot of time thinking about what kissing Peter would be like. It’s crossed his mind, sure, but not in any kind of serious way.

This, though… this’ll be on his mind plenty. Especially if whatever happens next is as good as what’s happening now, because right now, Peter’s tongue is in his mouth and he’s got Stiles pulled in tight against him, and it’s all warm and good and Stiles feels a moan creep up his throat.

Peter pulls back, humming against Stiles’ lips. “Let’s go upstairs,” he murmurs.

Stiles nods and lets himself get pulled along up the spiraling staircase.

[whimsicalmeerkat]

#17 - to distract (Sterek or Steter, your choice)

Thanks for asking! I somehow just accidentally wrote a perfect double drabble.

Send me a ship and a number!

"Oh god, please forgive me if we both survive this," Derek heard Stiles mutter.

"Wait, Stiles, don't—"

Derek is still trying to get Stiles to think through his plan when he realizes that Stiles' plan started with kissing him.

He realizes a few seconds later the question of them surviving it isn't entirely exaggerated in his case when he hears the distinct voice of Sheriff Stilinski saying, "Good evening, Mr. Hale."

"Get out of there, now," he hears Stiles whisper.

Derek very carefully unwraps Stiles' arms and steps back with his hands raised. Behind him he hears his pack scuttle out of hiding and race for the woods. In front of him, the sheriff stands with his arms crossed.

"I guess you can be gay dressed like that," he says dryly.

As Stiles begins to sputter something about hoodie bis and plaid bis, Derek wonders if they're going to get away with this. His phone buzzes and Derek hopes it means the pack is clear. Now he just has to get out of this other, possibly larger problem.

He decides to put off wondering if Stiled would be willing to kiss him again until after he stays out of jail.

[kymera219]

Talia/Stiles accidental besties is the duo I didn't know I needed

When Peter shows up to Talia's big reelection gala with a boy less than half his age, she is furious. How can he be so selfish and vain to parade this obvious hookup around while she is running for mayor?

When Peter brings the same boy to brunch with all higher ups in Beacon Hills and it turns out said twink is the sheriff's son, she just knows he's doing this to torment her, personally. However, the angle of the kid being a prostitute suddenly seems off the table.

When Peter brings the boy to Derek's wedding, she yells at Peter about it, because this hoax was going too far, she did not want his fling in their family pictures. And Peter has the audacity to be all calm and reasonable, telling her that Stiles knows Jordan from the station and Jordan invited the sheriff and his son, so Stiles would have been there anyway. He dared accuse her of making a scene.

When Peter brings Stiles home for Christmas, because the sheriff has to work, she doesn't even say anything anymore. She just refills her mulled wine and glares daggers at the back of Peter's head.

When Talia gets reelected as mayor, Stiles brings the most delicious brownies to the party and even shares the recipe with her when she asks.

When Peter has this big case that takes him to New York for months, Talia catches Stiles pulling up to the Hale House repeatedly just to leave again, like he was remembering that Peter wasn't there. After the third time, she goes to his apartment with a tray of brownies.

When Peter gets back from New York and wants to spend quality time with Stiles and he has to compromise that he doesn't get Stiles every day of the week because Stiles and Talia have a spa-weekened planned and it's Peter who glares daggers into Talia's head? Well, maybe she feels a little vindicated.

When Peter drags her and their brother to an expensive jeweler in Los Angeles because he can't pick a ring on his own, Talia feels silly for ever having taken Stiles as something personally designed to offend her, because really, she had never seen Peter fret this much or stare at anyone with that much love.

--

When Talia announced her reelection campaign and told Peter, in no uncertain terms, to not embarrass her and he ran into the very very pretty and very very young sheriff's son while meeting a client at the sheriff's station, he'd followed an impulse in asking him out. He'd told Stiles, in no uncertain terms, that this was not a date and had the sole purpose of pushing Talia. The shit-eating grin and agreement he earned had been a bit of a surprise. It was the most fun he'd had in a long time and that had only been partially due to his sister's ire, the rest had all been Stiles' company.

--

When Stiles had been asked out to prank the mayor of Beacon Hills, he'd, well, honestly he hadn't thought much of it beyond figuring he'd get fancy good, gorgeous company and maybe a kick out of it. He hadn't meant to fall in love. Neither had Peter though, so at least he wasn't the only one.

[infiniteeight8]

Ooh, could I ask for some human Alpha Stiles + steter? Thank you!

I love the human alpha Stiles trope! I feel like it needs more build up than a ficlet allows to be done really well, but I took a shot at it. 😀

This is a *handwave, handwave* AU in which Scott goes off to college and Stiles stays in Beacon Hills. I’ve picked Boyd, Erica, Cora, and Isaac as the rest of the pack. (Lydia and Jackson also went away for college.)

-

After seeing Scott off, the pack gathered without discussion in the Stilinski home. Stiles pulled out the wheeled board and its map of Beacon Hills. Patrol routes were marked with colored yarn and points of concern with colored push pins. Stiles contemplated it for a while. 

“You know,” he said eventually, “I thought losing three pack members would seriously impact our ability to cover Beacon Hills, but I don’t think it’ll actually be that different? Not as long as we have good communications with my dad and his deputies, anyway.”

Erica snorted. “Like you didn’t already know who was doing most of the work.”

“They contributed a little bit!” Stiles protested.

Peter stood and came to stand next to him. Stiles automatically leaned into him, pressing their shoulders together and running an absent hand down his back. “A very little bit,” Peter said dryly.

Boyd shrugged when Stiles cast him a glance. “They’ve got a point.”

Stiles turned away from the map, smiling distractedly at Peter when his hand came to rest in the small of Stiles’s back. “Well, next order of business, then. Do we need to lure an alpha to Beacon Hills?”

“We’ve got an alpha,” Cora said firmly.

Stiles flushes. “Okay, but having Scott here did give us certain advantages, including the ability to make more werewolves. Do we need to make up for that?”

“Being free of the hobbles Scott put on us will make up for that,” Peter said firmly. He put his hands on Stiles’s hips and turned him so that they were facing each other. “You’re all we need, sweetheart.”

Stiles paused, then carefully raised his hand to cup the curve of Peter’s neck, a much more intimate claim than he’d casually asserted earlier.

Peter grinned, and the pack erupted into wolf whistles.

[handsofred]

Steter and number 43 for @iamaslutforjatp

Song: Got it in you (Acoustic) - Banners.

The city lights that he can see through he window of his high rise reminds him of the woods of home and the fireflies that he used to chase as a child, together with his sister, capturing them in jars and watching in awe as they created their magic.

He's dressed in slacks and his shirt is half unbuttoned, sleeves folded over his forearms. Peter breathes out slowly, heavily, as he follows the flickering lights down below, watching as traffic weaves its way through the city, even this late of night.

It's silent in his place, the only sound that escapes is when he raises his glass of whiskey to his lips and he gulps down the amber liquid. It burns his throat as it goes down but it's a taste that he adores and welcomes after such a hard day in court.

But he feels like he's burning out, that the fight for his clients were running him down, dragging him under the waves of case after case, human monstrosity after monstrosity.

It's the slide of arms around his waist, long fingers dragging across fabric before skin to rest over his heart as a chin rests against his shoulder. He feel's the warmth of his partner, his lover, his life against his back, feels the breath against his flesh, his heartbeat starting to calm his.

''You can do this.'' The words are whispered as he looks out over the city twinkling away. ''You have it in you and even when you're beaten down and tired, you get up and fight tooth and nail for those children you represent.''

The words soothes over his aches and the drowning sensation, he feels the heart of affection curling in his chest, the weight of Stiles' words dragging him back to the shore again, turning on the lights to lead his way back home to soil ground. He always knows how to centre him, to anchor him once again.

''She'd be proud of you, they all would.''

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey I’m looking for a lost fic was wondering if you know it? Stiles is the baby brother of Chris and Kate. He saves The Hale pack from burning and Kills Kate then calls Chris and tells him what’s going on and to come to beacon Hills. The pairing was Stiles/Peter

Hi anon! @runodragonelle says it's chapter 4 of this collection!

Steter AUs by cywscross

(65/? I 195,730 I Teen I Steter)

Basically what it says on the tin. All short drabbles, ~100-5000 words long; a collection to hopefully cure writer’s block. Still hopefully a cure for writer's block but lol what is word count anyway, right?

[steterismylife]

Disneyland. A place where Stiles always wanted to go because he wanted to visit the happiest place on earth. He mentioned it to Peter often, who would wave his hand at the other in a dismissive way. This action always made Stiles pout because, sure, tickets were expensive, but they could do a whole couples thing at the parks!!

“Stiles, don't you have things to do for school?” Peter asked as the other had mentioned it again.

“I can finish all of my things before we leave for the parks! Come on!” Stiles begged Peter.

Peter sighed and got his phone out, and looked things up. “You know there is still a pandemic, yet you want to go to Disneyland?” Peter asked him.

“We wash our hands when we can and follow the rules at the parks then we can have fun! It will be fun!” Stiles exclaimed.

Peter sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “Go do your schoolwork,” Peter told Stiles, who sighed and pouted, then left the room.

They never went.