#steterweek 2022

[teenwerewoofs]

I posted 4,278 times in 2022

That's 2,528 more posts than 2021!

210 posts created (5%)

4,068 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

severedned

theroseandthebeast

ladyshinga

audikatia

ambersagen

I tagged 2,007 of my posts in 2022

#steter - 483 posts

#teen wolf - 434 posts

#steter fic - 240 posts

#steter fic rec - 232 posts

#peter hale - 120 posts

#stiles stilinski - 102 posts

#stetopher - 99 posts

#teen wolf podfic - 73 posts

#my podfic - 70 posts

#fic rec - 70 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#he says ‘you don’t need to hide your dislike of him from me. it doesn’t make you a bitch or crazy or a shrew. it’s actually 100% justified’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Tag Game

Tagged by the JR Bourne stan @exlibrisfangirl 😘

Time- 8:04 pm

Relationship Status- single

Favorite Color- To wear? Black or grey. In general? Maybe a deep green.

Favorite Food- pizza, garlic bread, pasta, steak seared in butter 🤤

Song Stuck in My Head- “Free” by Florence + the Machine

Last Thing I Googled- “my little pony cowboy hat” because I was trying to find the name of the one who wears a cowboy hat 😂 (it’s Applejack, in case you were wondering)

Dream Trip- Scotland! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 I want to spend like 2 weeks there so it will take a lot of planning and arranging. Plus, for it to not be a pandemic anymore lol

Something I Want Right Now- for a new Steter or Stargent or Stetopher long fic that’s full of all the tropes I love and is well written to drop 😂 also for work to stop being so hectic 😅

Tagging: @midmorning-bomb @meggie-stardust @punchedbymarkesmith @lucky-bishop @bewarethesmirk @petersnarker @batwynn @aurevell and anyone else who is feeling it!

38 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

#4

Peter can feel how much everything has been weighing on him lately. He can see it's been affecting Stiles just as much - the slumped shoulders, the bags under his eyes, and the lag in his reaction time all tell the same story. He decides to suggest an impromptu trip away from Beacon Hills. Maybe, once Stiles realizes how great it can be away from this hellhole of a town, Peter can convince him to leave for good.

For day 2 of @steterweek!

103 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#3

Peter has seen the drifter around town. He's heard about him bouncing around from farm to farm, lending a hand where he can for some under-the-table cash and a dry barn to sleep in for the night. Argent's been taking time out of his busy schedule of harassing Peter about selling his farm to ask probing questions about the drifter. From what Peter can piece together, Argent had a run-in with the kid and didn't seem to like the mouth on him. Peter decides to see if he can find the kid and convince him to come work for him on his farm. He can appreciate a well-timed wise-ass remark, especially when it's directed at Argent. And, well... the enemy of his enemy is his friend, right?

For day 4 of @steterweek!

145 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

#2

via aidencullen1 on IG

308 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I love fics where the authors are teenagers dabbling in writing or someone who speaks English as a second language or someone who is processing something through these characters they relate to.

I love fics where the author obviously cares SO much about canon or where the author has never even seen the original work but decided to dive in anyway.

I love when fic authors try to nail the character’s exact personality and habits and speaking patterns from the original work. And I love when fic authors say, “okay, but how would this character be different if this life changing event never happened?” or “how would they be different if they grew up in this very different universe with a different societal set-up?” And I love it when fic authors pick a character trait from canon and decide to zoom in and choose to view it through a microscope for a whole fic.

I just love all the different versions of fanfic that exist for us and all of the room that they allow fic writers to play with and all the different versions they share with fic readers and allow us to explore. 🥹🥹🥹

3,532 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

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[meggie-stardust]

I posted 1,335 times in 2022

181 posts created (14%)

1,154 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@myletternevercame

@fantasmalresplendent

@teenwerewoofs

@feuer-bluete

@punchedbymarkesmith

I tagged 1,315 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#meg writes fic - 121 posts

#meg answers things - 80 posts

#meg watches teen wolf - 65 posts

#dracula daily - 31 posts

#steter - 31 posts

#count memeula - 28 posts

#says the girl with the elvish tattoo - 27 posts

#steter mini bang 2022 - 27 posts

#also doubles as an intro post - 26 posts

#fandom - 24 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but familiar. you leave a valuable impression on those you meet. your humor is witty and smart and probably gets people to laugh so hard th

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@steterweek Day 6: Epistolary elements. It took me like 5 mins to craft the "story" and then like an hour to make these dumb images, and I still got the date/time stamps messed up. OH WELL. Also, I of course, had to use these images that dropped this week. OBVIOUSLY.

Stiles goes on vacation without Peter

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45 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

#4

Friends, I'd like to present my @steter-bang 2022 fic and the stunning art by my partner @bettertasting. This is her first contribution to the TW/Steter fandom, and I am so damn lucky that she was my partner for this. Y'all have to tell her how amazing the art is so she keeps giving us Steter content. 💜

This fic wouldn't have gotten anywhere without the cheerleading from my co-mods @teenwerewoofs and @midmorning-bomb, and the words of wisdom and encouragement from @punchedbymarkesmith.

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At This Truth We Have Arrived

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."

“Okay, so the thing is, and I’m not criticizing you here,” Stiles says as they turn off the main road and onto a ranger access road, “but the thing is that when you got rid of all the Argents, some folks may have taken that as an invitation to, you know, take their place.” Peter slams on the breaks and turns to Stiles as the car skids to a halt on the dirt road. “Have you been dealing with other hunting families?” “Ugh, no,” Stiles says, rubbing at the spot where the seat belt tightened over his chest. “Not families. More like the odd vigilante.” “That’s still not great, but––” “Until now,” Stiles interrupts. “This one, Monroe, I think she might be a bigger problem if we don’t…” “Take care of her?” “Take care of. Murder. Po-tay-to. Po-tah-to,” Stiles says easily. “The point is she’s recruiting.”

Read At This Truth We Have Arrived and see the amazing art on AO3.

52 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#3

"How dare you touch him, any of you? How dare you cast eyes on him when I had forbidden it? Back, I tell you all! This man belongs to me! Beware how you meddle with him, or you'll have to deal with me."

200 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#2

Lucy writing to Mina like

2,889 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I know a ton of people have said this before but for the love everything PLEASE stop treating AO3 like instagram. It is NOT cringe to comment on an old story. It’s an archive old stories are still meant to be found and read. Please think about interacting with the fic you read: at least kudos if you read it, a comment would be ideal. The authors will be over the moon. I guarantee you not a single author is going to ask why someone is commenting on an older fic.

23,026 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

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Steterweek day #2 - Mon, 25th July

The next day for @steterweek! :D This thing is complete but unedited and unbetaed 😂

I used both the prompt and the picture again :3 Have fun!

(It also can be read on AO3)

(cw: (unimportant) ppl are getting killed)

Stiles woke up and everything hurt. His head first and foremost but also his legs, his knees, his side, his chest, his arms and his wrists that were for some reason raised above his head.

The head didn’t surprise him. The last thing he remembered was the pulsing of bodies, flickering lights in gold and orange, people screaming and singing, their hands raised in the air as they watched the band on the stage play their hearts out.

He also hadn’t been alone. He had been safe with Peter by his side and Derek and Braeden in the crowd. Had Cora been there? He didn’t know. He still was too tired with everything hurting and the fear, that was not his own, building up in his chest.

He was alive. Whatever had happened, he was alive.

He must have made a sound, maybe with whatever was still holding his arms, because there were suddenly voices, steps and a rough hand on his chin.

„Stop playing dead, bitch! We know you’re awake!“ „Maybe he isn‘t, Drake—” „Shut up, Idiot!“

Stiles had to keep himself from smiling. His guards sounded rather stupid and maybe he would be lucky and they were even more stupid than they seemed.

He slowly opened his eyes, keeping a confused and frightened look on his face while he reached for his spark. „Wha—… who are you? What happened? Where are my friends?“ he stammered in fear that wasn’t there.

He felt glee as he connected with his magic, letting it rush through him to heal his wounds with a soft caress that always reminded him of his mum.

„Oh, you don’t have a clue, do you?“ the man still grasping his chin said as he let go, seemingly satisfied that Stiles was now awake. „I don’t understand— who are you people?“ Stiles almost cringed at his own ‚ignorance‘ even if he just acted. Once upon a time he had been just that stupid.

But not as stupid as ‚Drake‘ and his buddy.

He sent reassurance down his pack bonds, now that he finally was healed and awake. Adrenalin did a good job of that when coffee wasn’t available. And the rest was helped by his magic.

And now it was time to play.

He started with a slight rattling of the front door that made Drake‘s buddy flinch. Drake himself either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He had started to lecture Stiles about ‚who lay with wolves would be put down like one‘ or something. Stiles didn’t really care.

Instead he started with one of his favorite magical effects: The feeling of a thousand eyes staring at you. Or in this case at Drake and his buddy.

It didn’t take long for both of them to get nervous. And that’s when Stiles slowly sat up and let his shackles fall as he lowered his arms. This time he allowed the pleased smile on his lips as he crossed his legs in a more comfortable position, looking up at his kidnappers with black eyes.

„You didn’t do your research, did you?“ he asked without wanting an answer. Instead he raised his hand, waving his fingers at both hunters his smile turning into a smirk. „My wolves are not the only supernaturals around.“

He didn’t give them the time to react, just clenched his hand into a fist, pushing it to the side. Both men‘s heads jerked around with a loud snap. And as Stiles raised to his feet, their bodies crumbled to the ground. Idiots.

He was just sorry for their families, if they had any.

With a sigh he used a bit of his magic to clean himself up as he stepped over the bodies to the lone door in the room. Now that there weren’t two idiots in front of him he could finally take a good look around, even if it didn’t give him much.

They had been in a small, round room with concrete walls and floor and the door he now leaned against to listen to the outside.

He couldn’t hear anything but that didn’t mean much since he still only had human hearing. He also wasn’t stupid so he first listened to the pack bonds in his chest to find them full of rage, now they knew he was okay. There still was fear for him but no pain, which told him more than Drakes blathering had done.

They probably wanted to use him as bait. Most likely they had drugged him in some kind of way. Or just hit him and went off with him. It was easy to abduct someone from a venue like the concert he had been on with his friends by acting as if he’d drunken to much and needed to be brought home. And yes, as he looked down to his clothes, he still wore the - now teared - jeans and the black vest with hood and the rest of his concert outfit.

No wonder his wolves were or of their mind!

A sound caught his focus and he sent his magic slowly behind the door. He couldn’t feel other people in the room behind it, so he slowly opened the door, listening closely to the sounds he could hear.

The door opened into a small storage room of some kind. Presumably a disguise for other people since he could see the curtain next to him that was probably for hiding the door he‘d just stepped through.

But he wasn’t able to look around any further as the storage door in front of him was ripped out of his angles and a big wolf in beta shift, his eyes glowing red, appeared behind it.

Stiles smiled as the wolf seemed to sink into himself as he saw Stiles safe and sound. „Hey babe,“ he murmured softly, knowing quite well how sensitive the ears of a shifted wolf could be. Especially when they were out of their mind with worry. „Seems like their trap worked, huh? Just not like they wanted to.“

He laughed silently as he suddenly was pressed against a hairy chest that got only slightly less hairy as Peter shifted back to better press his face into Stiles‘s neck. Stiles smiled softly, wrapped his arms around his wolf and started to brush his fingers through Peter‘s hair. „I’m alright, love. I’m alright and they are not. Everything is alright.“

It wasn’t how he‘d imagined their one day off to end, but at least he had been the only one hurt. Peter would probably see that differently, but right now Stiles strength to argue about anything was waning anyway so that would have to wait.

He rubbed his cheek against Peter’s head and closed his eyes, letting himself sink deeper into the embrace. „Let’s go home,“ he whispered, getting more tired with each moment as the Adrenaline started to wear off. He knew he was safe. And he knew that his wolf and their pack would still keep him safe. The last he felt before slipping back into sleep, were Peter’s warm arms holding him as he got carried outside.

[aurevell]

A Luxury for the End of the World

Steter | 10k | T An apocalypse AU written for @steterweek 2022's "Free Day" :)

Adopting a stray human in the aftermath of an apocalypse isn’t the smartest decision Peter’s ever made. To be fair, it’s also not the worst.

Read on AO3

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

The Ritual

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40631781

by Goddess47

Stiles was just done with everything. There was no one or no thing left that he cared about after the supernatural 'reveal' which had not gone well on either side.

Words: 1604, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: SteterWeek 2022, Time Travel, Ritual, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40631781

[mccutcheon121]

Another Steter work for Steter Week 2022! First ever in a collection like this😃❤️ Massive deal for me🙌

@steterweek

Any love from anyone would be greatly appreciated 🫶 Thank you!

[sivan325]

Perfect 1/1 - Steter Week, Day 2

Written for @steterweek, Day 2 - visual prompt

Rate: G Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Mage Stiles Stilinski, Singer Stiles Stilinski, Steter Week 2022, Soulmates, Alpha Derek Hale, Beta Peter Hale, no beta we die like men

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Steterweek day #1 - Sun, 24th July

I actually wanted to write more for this day of @steterweek and there are a couple more words/the beginning of a new scene in this work, that at the moment sadly lead nowhere - so you only get the start 😂

I used the prompt AND the picture (because it fit, so why not?) and decided for a fairy tail-esque witch & werewolf-setting :3 Have fun!

(un-beta-d)

The knife had been his father‘s. He always wore it on his belt, in reach for whenever he needed it. His father had made it himself, well, the handle at least, out of a deer's antler. The blade he had commissioned from the village smith. „To keep you safe,“ he’d said. And Stiles had kept it with him at all times. It had helped against animals in the woods and once even against two bandits who’d thought them being one more person than him would suffice. He’d always felt safe with his knife. Even after his dad had passed away.

He didn’t feel very safe right now.

He stared at the huge beast in front of him - because that it was. A beast, a monster even. It’s shoulders reaching higher than the top of his head even when he’d been standing up, nevermind now that he cowered at the base of a big tree, his knife raised in front of him. His knife that was about as large as one of the beasts teeth peeking out of his huge maw. It might be a demon wolf, he thought, staring at the beast’s glowing blue eyes. He might even deserve it coming after him.

After all he was the village‘s witch, and had helped a lot of women to kill the fruits of their wombs. Or to kill the man who‘d put it in there unasked.

Maybe the gods had enough of him messing around in their domain. Or maybe-

„Put down that tooth pick.“ He startled, almost letting the knife fall but instead gripping it even firmer. The fucking beast had talked! And- wait, had its eyes stopped glowing? They were still as blue as the sky on a beautiful summer day but the eerie glow had vanished.

„If I put it down you will tear me apart.“ The beast huffed and slowly sat down on its hind legs. „If I wanted to feed on you you would already be dead.“

Well… fair. But still. „Then you’re probably toying with me,“ he answered, pressing his lips together. „What else could you want with me?“ The beast huffed. „Your help, little witch.“

Stiles almost relaxed his arm in surprise. His help?? How in the four winds would he be able to help a beast?? He straightened and steadied his grip around the knife, swallowing his nerves down. „I’m not magic. I just know my herbs.“ Because if it was magic the beast needed he was out of luck.

But it just huffed again. „Then you are exactly who I’ve come to get.“ The beast - now that the first shock drained away it really was not much more than a huge wolf - raised from the ground and turned around. Then it hesitated, sighed a very human sigh, and lowered itself on the ground again. „Get on my back. That will be faster than you stumbling through the woods like an idiot.“ „Hey!“ Stiles knew his woods very well, thank you! He pouted and then paused. Suddenly the situation didn’t feel as threatening anymore. The wolf needed his help for… whatever. And if he killed Stiles he wouldn’t get that help. He might still kill him after, but right now there was someone in need of his skills. And Stiles wasn’t in the habit of keeping those in need waiting.

He sighed and lowered his knife, sheathing it before standing up and slowly stepping over to the wolf. The huge beast still was intimidating, but right now it seemed more restless than scary, almost nervous.

Stiles breathed in deeply and nodded to himself in a try of encouragement. Then he slowly, carefully climbed on the beast’s back. „Finally,“ growled the beast and jumped into motion. Stiles couldn’t do anything but cling to it, his fingers buried deep in its fur, to not fall down as the woods flew by them in a speed he’d never experienced before.

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Steterweek day #6 - Fri, 29th July

Only one more day for @steterweek after this one!

Again inspired by both the prompt and the picture and neither beta-read nor edited! I think for the moment it's finished though I really wanted to use my magical stamps idea in a bigger story <.< but alas, I sadly did not have a lot of inspiration for this idea!

(Also on AO3)

No Love Letters

„Here.“ Peter stared at the sheet of stickers - no, stamps - Stiles had shoved into his hand. „And what, pray tell, do I need this many stamps for? Do you intend to leave without me, dear boy? Do you want me to write you love letters?“

He kept the smarmy smile on his lips as fear tightened his gut into a knot. Stiles wouldn’t really leave without him… right? Not after they’d built up a solid friendship with a hint of more to come. Not when Stiles knew exactly that Peter was hanging by a thread of a brittle pack bond to their dearest Beacon Hills Alpha-Idiot. Not when Stiles‘s pack bond was everything that kept him sane and sound.

He still wasn’t sure if Stiles knew that for all of Peter’s lingering at the outskirts to the rest of the pack, Stiles was the only reason he was still here. He had to know, right?

„No, you idiot!“ Stiles sent him an irritated look. „Those are magic! I created them– stop crushing them! What the hell is wrong with you Peter?!“

Not a good bye then. Peter breathed in deeply, making a conscious effort to relax his hands and shoulders. „Magic you say? What kind of magic?“

Another irritated look told him that he wasn’t quite off the hook, but for the moment, Stiles didn't ask further.

„Different stuff.“ Stiles shrugged and pointed at the stamps. „These Green ones are for healing. I know you have your own powers for that but this spell is faster. And probably can heal even Alpha-wounds.“ He pointed at the next few. „Those are for magic circles. These will vanish whatever you but them on. These will make everything you stick them on invisible - and yes there‘s a difference. If you take off the stamp of the invisible one it gets visible again. The vanished stuff is, well, gone.“

“These are brilliant, Stiles.” Peter couldn’t help but be thoroughly impressed. And proud. Hell was he proud how far Stiles had come in a rather short time. Stiles wiggled happily in place and grinned. “Thanks! That’s not all, by the way.” “There’s more?” Peter asked, surprised, raising an eyebrow as he eyed Stiles. “Yeah, well, I want to be prepared.” “For what?” Peter frowned. That sounded as if something big was going to happen.

“For us, leaving.” “Us?” „You, me and my dad, yeah“ Stiles fidgeted a bit in place, nervousness suddenly very prominent in the air around him. Though his face only showed resolve. „I stayed mostly for you and dad anyway and… Scott’s not really your Alpha, is he? I saw you ignore his Alpha-voice a few times now…“ Stiles had watched him more than once then, to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. Peter had to suppress a smile. „He is not,“ Peter allowed, watching his boy as he breathed in deeply. „You are.“ Stiles started coughing, probably having swallowed air in his shock. But he was not as shocked as Peter would have guessed.

Smart boy.

„Why not tell me?“ „I… was not sure you would want this.“ Stiles flashed him a hurt look. „You are an idiot, creeper wolf!“ “I’m paranoid and cautios,” Peter corrected and Stiles hummed in acknowledgment. “Whatever. We want to leave as soon as possible. How much time to you need to pack your stuff?”

Peter started grinning widely. “Until tomorrow morning at the latest.” Stiles mirrored his grin with a smile. “Well then. Let’s leave tomorrow.”

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Steterweek day #7 - Sat, 30th July

Last day of @steterweek ! :D

Since it's a free day, no Steter Week prompts to reference, but I had this prompt in my saves and found it very much fitting. xD

So have fun with the start of a Murderer!Werwolf!Peter/Necromancer!Stiles story! xD

As normal for stories this week: Not beta read and not edited :3

Dead Men Walking

It was Sunday morning and Peter had to still be dreaming. He was sitting in his favorite Café in town, the Blue Moon Café, drinking his favorite coffee blend and eating a delicious omelet for breakfast, and fucking Garrison Myers was walking down the street across from him. Nevermind that the man had his hand in Peter’s family’s death, Peter had ripped out the bastards throat two days prior, leaving his dead body in a ravine in the Preserve. How the fuck was the man alive again?!

He watched Myers until he vanished around a corner, a subvocal growl leaving his throat. He definitely had lost his appetite for now, though he still emptied his coffee cup before throwing down enough cash that the nice waiter would have a decent tip. He reached for his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and left the café to follow the street to where Myers had vanished.

Of course, as he turned the corner, the man was nowhere to be found. Peter growled and took a deep breath but to no avail. Over the scents of the crowd, of perfumes and colognes the only unnatural thing he could smell was a whiff of wet earth and ozone.

Seeing Myers around town definitely was a setback for Peter. A creepy one at that. For the first twenty four hours after seeing him, he waited for the police to turn up on his front door. He didn’t know how much the Sheriff knew about the supernatural, since he’d still been a deputy when Peter’s family had been murdered, but if Myers could prove Peter had tried to murder him - and fucking succeeded at that! - he would need to get out of town fast.

But no one came to arrest Peter. Not on Sunday and not on Monday.

Peter was paranoid enough to wait until Wednesday to be reasonably sure that he would not be stopped and arrested at sight by every police patrol in town before he moved onto his next target. Myers might have had a failsafe for being killed - he still didn’t know how that was possible for a mere insurance adjuster turned bus driver, but the proof was obvious - but his next target definitely didn’t have the skills nor the money for the same.

It was night when Stiles’s magic alerted him to another death by werewolf. He looked over to his murder board, eying the pictures connected by strings until his eyes landed on the photo of Patrick Borne, employee of the local video rental store.

There, that was the one whose body he needed to find.

The fourth victim in a row of deaths connected to the Hale fire almost a decade ago. Which meant he had been right. A werewolf was out there for a revenge murder spree. He also was pretty sure he knew which werewolf it was.

Stiles grinned and grabbed his messenger bag with his spell ingredients and his Hoodie before climbing out the window and jogging into the preserve. He had a body to reanimate and a werewolf to fuck with! At least now he was sure, the guy didn’t just kill people for fun.

And when he could trust his list - and he was certain he could - the wolf would soon target Kate Argent, too. Stiles definitely wanted to be there when that bitch bit the dust. The wolf and him surely could find a compromise who would get to kill her.

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Steterweek day #4 -Wed, 27th July

Another @steterweek post! :D

Again an unedited and unbetaed WIP 😂

I used both the prompt and the picture

:3 Have fun!

(Also on AO3)

Beyond the Trees

“People in the woods?” Stiles frowned at his dad’s words. They were eating dinner together, one of the few times his dad didn’t have a late night shift. Somehow it was always their rare dinners when his dad would tell him about the really weird shit.

It wasn’t the first time that there was somrthing going on in the reserve, but usually it was more clear cut - and often more alarming - than ‘people in the woods’. There often were people in the woods! He should know! He usually was one of them!

“That’s what the hikers told us. Hundreds of people hidden behind the trees. They almost didn’t see them if not for their arms.” “…Alright I’ll bite. Arms?” Stiles frown deepened and he reached for his phone and opened the pack group chat while shoving another fork of Spaghetti into his mouth. “Yes, arms. They were hugging the trees as far as I unterstood. Though the hikers said no matter where and how they tried to catch a glance of the people behind the trees, they didn’t succeed. They could always only see the arms.” “That sounds weird as fuck.” Stiles grinned at his dad before looking down onto his phone. “I’ll get the pack to help.”

Batman: dad just told me about some weird shit in the preserve arms on trees like only arms hugging trees no bodies visible

Poision Ivy: Is he sure that there was no person visible?

Batman: yeah some hikers saw everything only arms my gut says pixies or other troublemakers but we defo need to look into it

Robin: Wel y can take a look And lydia can looks thru the books Whtev it s we can talk with it Im sure!

Batman: …sure

„Yeah, I can see why that would be disturbing,“ Stiles said, staring at the hundreds of trees with arms around them. He’d been too fucking tired of Scott being Scott to argue with him. Didn’t mean he was stupid enough to enter the woods alone. Next to him, Peter lifted an eyebrow, an amused smile lurking in the corner of his mouth. „‚would be‘?“ „Yeah, well,“ Stiles sighed, „it’s not as if this is the first terrifying thing I see in these woods…“ „Thank you!“ „What?“ Stiles looked up to the wolf, confusion on his face. „For thinking me terrifying. That’s what I was going for after all.“ Stiles snorted at Peter‘s - purposefully - lofty words. „Well you missed the target then. YOU were just extraordinarily insane.“

He glanced back at the trees and sighed. „There‘s no chance that the arms are just… silicone arms or something? An elaborate prank?“ Peter shook his head. Well, Stiles hadn’t really thought they would be. Would have been nice though, just an idiot human being responsible for this instead of whatever this was. „No, I think this display is for us, for the pack.“ „Oh?“ „A display of intent. I think these might be Dryads telling us they want to live in the Preserve.“

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Steterweek day #3 - Tue, 26th July

Another day, another @steterweek post! :D

And another unedited and unbetaed WIP 😂

I used both the prompt and the picture again (though the picture doesn't yet appear) :3 Have fun!

(Also on AO3/Part 2 on Tumblr)

Peter noticed the cat for the first time during a grocery run.

He had just left the store and was sorting his groceries into his car, when he felt someone watching him. He paused, a pack of peas in his hand, and carefully looked around. Then he took a deep breath to scent the air. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. And just as he packed the peas away, dismissing the feeling as paranoia, he saw her.

She sat not far from the car in between some bushes, her black fur hiding her naturally in the shadows. She looked just like a normal cat licking herself clean but now and again she paused in her ministrations, glancing over to him, before returning to cleaning herself.

Peter frowned and breathed in again, this time focused on what he could smell of the cat and her surroundings. But he was still left with nothing. Or more exactly nothing strange. He smelled the cat, the bushes, a whiff of something familiar, but nothing he’d see as a threat. He stared at the cat for another moment, then he shook his head with an exasperated sigh and climbed into his car.

When he drove away, he looked at his rearview mirror to watch the cat but she was gone.

———

The strange case of the cat was soon forgotten when a group of high vampires visited Beacon Hills. High as in „whatever they’ve taken it’s shredded their last remaining brain cells“ not as in „Vampires of a higher class“. Peter wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t have preferred a higher Vampire, nevermind that higher vampires were more powerful than their lower class counterparts. At least they would’ve only had maybe one or two to concern themselves with - higher vampires didn’t play well with each other. Instead they had a small horde of brainless bloodthirsty beasts to annihilate.

So sad that annihilation of a threat didn’t make it on McCalls todo-list at all. It definitely was number one on Peter’s and if he read the pinched look on Stiles‘s face correctly his favorite little mage would once again help him with the clean-up.

A movement at the window made him pause. He rose from the sofa and walked over to the window but whatever had been there was gone already.

“Did you see something?” Peter looked to the side where Stiles had come to a stop next to him, a curious expression on his face. Peter shook his head. „Probably a leaf." He looked out the window again and frowned when he saw a black cat on the sidewalk below, looking up to them.

"As long as it's not one of the vampires." Stiles turned away, reaching for one of the books on the living room table. "C'mon, help me find a spell or something to get rid of them… You know as well as I do that Scott's attempts at talking to them will fail."

Peter threw a short glance over the shoulder to Stiles. When he looked back out the window, the cat was gone.

———

The third time he saw the cat, he was in his apartment in the kitchen, cooking for himself. He flinched to the side, cursing, when something suddenly pressed against his calf. The cat was sitting at his feet, looking up at him with her wide yellow eyes, meowing innocently.

“How the fuck did you get in here?” he murmured, narrowing his eyes. Of course the cat didn’t answer. Instead she jumped onto the counter and nosed at the chicken wings Peter was preparing. “Oh, no you don’t!” he growled, lifting the cat from the counter.

As soon as he’d touched the cat she started purring and rubbed her head against his arm. Peter frowned. He hadn’t expected the cat to be so comfortable with him. He was a wolf after all and other animals often felt threatened by him. But not this cat who pressed against his chest as soon as he pulled her in closer to hold her in a way that was comfortable for both of them. “You still can’t have my wings. Though I do have some chicken leftovers you can indulge in.”

It was different to have company for his dinner, even if it was only a cat. He watched her the whole time while he ate his own food, until she had emptied the bowl of chicken strips and jumped up next to him onto the sofa to cuddle into his side. Peter shook his head and started petting her, while eating until he’d finished his own plate and put it aside, reaching instead for a book. As he opened the book, her purring stopped. And when he looked down to where she’d been just a second ago, she was gone again.

He didn’t search the apartment. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t find her.

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Steterweek day #5 - Thu, 28th July

Day 5 of @steterweek!

This time a bit of a sadder story. Again used both the prompt and the picture and did not edit or beta the story!

CW: Dead Sherrif Stilinski, Alzheimer's disease

As always under the cut!

Good Bye

Stiles stared at the red-and-grey suit on the bed and pressed his lips together. He remembered when he had bought the suit - or rather when he had been bullied into buying the suit by Peter and his dad. His dad who wasn’t here anymore to see him wear it again.

He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply to keep the emptiness and sorrow in his chest at bay. He’d known this moment would come eventually. He’d watched his dad getting older, his health getting worse over time. He’d known his magic wouldn’t be enough to keep his dad healthy. Magic couldn’t stop his dad from aging even if it stopped Stiles from doing so.

And then there had been the dementia. Alzheimer‘s.

He flinched when warm arms wrapped around him and he was pressed against Peter‘s chest. „You are shaking again.“ Soft words were followed by a kiss against his temple. Stiles nodded, his fingers finding their way to Peter‘s arms to cling to him as a sob escaped him.

„I miss him, Peter. I miss him so much…“ Peter just hummed in understanding, pulling him closer. It wasn’t the first time Stiles had said these exact words. Though the last time he‘d said them, his dad had still been alive.

The dementia had come slowly, just like his mother‘s. Normal signs of age they‘d thought at first. Just a key forgotten at home. An appointment missed. Repeating something he’d already told them twice or more.

Noah had already been retired for a while and Beacon Hills hadn’t been a death trap anymore thanks to a stable and growing pack. Stiles had been back home, building a life together with Peter after studying abroad for a few years, growing into his magic and finding his footing

It hadn’t even crossed Stiles’s mind that his fathers problems could be something else but old age. And then Parish had called him, asking if everything was alright with his dad since he’d canceled their usual weekly bowling date for the third time in a row.

From then on everything went downhill. His dad got lost in the inner city and didn’t want to leave the house anymore after one of the deputies had brought him home. Stiles soon found out his dad was afraid to feel lost again, even if he never uttered those words. His dad’s temper became more volatile, especially when he couldn’t remember something. Stiles knew it was fear and frustration, but it still hurt him deeply.

The doctors soon confirmed Stiles’s biggest fear. He would never forget how his mum’s dementia had progressed. It wasn’t hard to guess what was happening with his dad. Though he’d still hoped for something treatable. Though knowing what was happening never made it any easier.

And now… Now he was gone forever.

Stiles turned in Peter’s arms, burying his face in his husband’s chest, as another sob wracked his form. He felt his husbands warmth and sadness through their bond, his calm comforting voice brushing over his ear, his arms safely around him. It helped to calm down. As did another kiss on his temple and fingers softly brushing through his hair.

“Better?” was the first word he heard again and he nodded slightly. It wasn’t much better, that hole in his chest where he’d always felt his dad. The hole right next to the one his mother had left behind. Holes he would carry with him for his almost immortal life. Fucking magic.

“Let’s get you dressed then,” his husband softly coaxed him over to the bed. “I’m sure Noah would have loved to see you in your wedding suit again.” Stiles breathed in deeply and nodded. “…that’s why I chose the hideous thing.” Peter huffed. “It’s not hideous, sweetheart. You look gorgeous in that color.” Stiles nodded and smiled weakly. “I know. You both told me often enough.”

Another breath and he started to dress, thinking of the day he’d chosen the suit, his dad’s proud smile at his wedding, the good moments in the last forty something years. He’d known this moment would come. He just had thought there would be more time until he finally had to say good bye.

[mirrorthoughts]

Steter Week 2022 - Collection

For those who did miss my @steterweek entries over the week, here's a collection to find all of them :D

Day #1 - Sun, 24th July - The Witch And The Werewolf Tumblr - AO3

The knife had been his father‘s. „To keep you safe,“ he’d said. And Stiles had kept it with him at all times. He’d always felt safe with his knife. Even after his dad had passed away. He didn’t feel very safe right now.

Day #2 - Mon, 25th July - Afterparty Tumblr - AO3

Stiles woke up and everything hurt. His head first and foremost but also his legs, his knees, his side, his chest, his arms and his wrists that were for some reason raised above his head. The head didn’t surprise him. The last thing he remembered was the pulsing of bodies, flickering lights in gold and orange, people screaming and singing, their hands raised in the air as they watched the band on the stage play their hearts out.

Day #3 - Tue, 26th July - Once is chance, twice is a coincidence, thrice is a pattern Tumblr - AO3

Peter noticed the cat for the first time during a grocery run.

Day #4 - Wed, 27th July - Beyond the Trees Tumblr - AO3

“People in the woods?” “That’s what the hikers told us. Hundreds of people hidden behind the trees. They almost didn’t see them if not for their arms.” “…Alright I’ll bite. Arms?”

Day #5 - Thu, 28th July - Good Bye Tumblr - AO3

(cw: Dead Sheriff Stilinski, Alzheimer's Disease) Stiles stared at the red-and-grey suit on the bed and pressed his lips together. He remembered when he had bought the suit - or rather when he had been bullied into buying the suit by Peter and his dad. His dad who wasn’t here anymore to see him wear it again.

Day #6 - Fri, 29th July - No Love Letters Tumblr - AO3

„Here.“ Peter stared at the sheet of stickers - no, stamps - Stiles had shoved into his hand. „And what, pray tell, do I need this many stamps for? Do you intend to leave without me, dear boy? Do you want me to write you love letters?“

Day #7 - Sat, 30th July - Dead Men Walking Tumblr - AO3

(cw: possibly graphic display of violence and death in later chapters; though not at the moment) It was Sunday morning and Peter had to still be dreaming. He was sitting in his favorite Café in town, the Blue Moon Café, drinking his favorite coffee blend and eating a delicious omelet for breakfast, and fucking Garrison Myers was walking down the street across from him. Nevermind that the man had his hand in Peter’s family’s death, Peter had ripped out the bastards throat two days prior, leaving his dead body in a ravine in the Preserve. How the fuck was the man alive again?!

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Mud

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40569117

by Goddess47

“Well, actually, we mostly have winter, mud season, a week of Summer, more mud, and then it’s winter again,” Peter replied.

Words: 1375, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: SteterWeek 2022, AU

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40569117