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[wild-woofs-press]

Fic: living on borrowed time (but we live it so well) by cywscross (cc: @cywscross / @stetervault) Words: 23,943

fonts title: Henrik author name: Gatha Script body: Lora

bookcloth • endpapers

[polgara6]

Tagged by @esperata for a word search game of sorts for my WIPs! So my words are loud, hard, frown, hold, joy and red. So here are the words with a little context.

“I don’t know and I’m terrified, I keep saying things I didn’t mean to say out loud what is happening to me?”

That set me off, I burst out laughing so hard I started crying.

For all that she does hold some affection for him.

but when she looked into the future she saw him cured and so she was filled with joy.

They looked more similar when Scar’s hair wasn’t died bright red, but Annie’s California girl appearance usually threw people off.

So yeah those are my words! Some of these are from some more vaguely outlined works then others but hey what can you do.

Ok so if you guys are feeling up to it, @greatinternetllama @fuckin-nancy @twothumbsandnostakeincanon and @stetervault find these words in your wips: just, dream, fascinating, body, and pull. Hope you all have fun!

[milkcryptid]

What are ur fave Steter/ teen wolf tumblr accounts!!!

i don't' have a lot of specific accs that i go for but @/stetervault , @/wheredidhiseyebrowsgo , @/teenwerewoofs and @nerdy-stilinski are the one i see the most in my dash also @/churkey for all the derek hale/tyler H gifs but honestly i just followed a lot of ppl and suddenly realized 'oh you're into the same little freaks that i am? sweet let's hold hands <3'

[queerfictionwriter]

Tags by stetervault, bc they're right and they should say it:

Do you want the bite?

[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

👀😤😏 @stetervault​

The moment Stiles stood up and the bandages fell off him, he realized something was wrong.

He was off balance, dramatically so, movements weighted too far forward. He stumbled, crashing into Melissa. His mind was an angry nest of confusion and fear, unaware of why he felt so unbalanced, unsure if the nogitsune was actually gone, and unsettled at the idea that his pack hadn’t known whether he was him or not. 

Melissa caught him around the waist, steadying him in time to hear the gasps behind him. He twisted around to see what was going on, only to find everyone staring at his back, mouths open. He craned his neck around, looking at his back with an unimpeded view. 

Unimpeded. 

No feathers tickling his nose. No wing joint blocking his sightline. 

Nothing. 

He looked up at the others, convinced that this must be another trick of the nogitsune. Another hallucination to play with him, to bring chaos to his mind. 

One by one, they stared back at him, pity in every face. Exactly as Stiles imagined his worst nightmare would go. The nogitsune took its cues from Stiles’ own mind, maybe this was all made up and taken from himself-

His eyes reached Peter. His face was unusually grim. He looked back at Stiles, no sign of a cold smirk or cutting grin anywhere. He simply looked at Stiles, serious, a hint of grief in the set of his mouth. 

It was real. 

Stiles screamed. 

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Three years later, he still thought it would have been easier to handle if the nogitsune had left scars. Something, anything as proof that his wings had once existed. Had once surrounded him, keeping him warm and lifting him from the earth, wings that looked exactly like his mother’s.

He only had pictures of either now. 

But no. The skin of his back was smooth and unmarked. He’d taken to telling the people he slept with that it was a birth deformity. The lie was never discovered- after all, they would have had to stay for at least a second night to find out, and Stiles would never allow that. 

Most of the time he wasn’t even around by the next morning, already on his way to the next town with the next job. 

Besides, sometimes he almost believed the lie himself. He was so far divorced from his former life that it felt like someone else’s memories. 

He’d found benefits to being wingless. The effort he had to make to re-learn balance had carried him into the kind of grace and stealth that could be very lucrative, when used correctly. Most attacks come from the sky, dropping in suddenly from any direction; and absolutely no one would dare to escape on the ground, where one might be so easily caught. 

Unless one was Stiles. 

So he took jobs, and did them under the noses of those who looked skyward, convinced that the only worthy threat could come from there. 

The jobs were dubiously legal at best, but that didn’t matter. Not when any possible future law enforcement career had been stripped from him the moment he lost his wings. Instead, he used his comprehensive knowledge of the law to break it more effectively. 

Not at the moment, though. 

At the moment, he was having a perfectly legal cup of coffee, in a perfectly respectable Starbucks, so Seattle-generic that he wondered if his client would be able to pick it out from the other three Starbucks on the street. 

He sipped the cold brew, back to the wall, no one paying enough attention to him to notice the missing wings. It was relaxing, not being noticed. Not being stared at. He slouched back further onto the wall. 

He was mid-sip when the door opened again. His eyes flicked over, looking for the identifier his client had said he’d be wearing. 

A red and white striped pocket square in a vest. 

He also wore sunglasses and a well-tailored jacket, hair styled fairly long. 

Definitely longer than the last time he’d seen him. 

“God fucking damn it, Peter,” Stiles sighed. 

Peter took a seat across from him, taking off his sunglasses and folding his wings behind him. 

“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” he chided, reaching out to snag the cold brew from Stiles’ hands, until Stiles stabbed him with the coffee stirrer. 

“What do you fucking want?” Stiles said aggressively, no longer comforted by the wall at his back, but trapped by it. 

Peter frowned at him as he picked splinters out of his hand. 

“I want to hire you. Or did you not actually read the last email I sent?” He raised a judgemental eyebrow. 

Stiles stared at him flatly. 

“I don’t believe that you've ever had a single motivation for doing something in your life. Your plans have so many layers that they’re hidden in plain sight by pretending to be lasanga. What. Do. You. Want.”

Peter smiled brightly. 

“You caught me. Dual motivation. I wanted to steal the Deschamp Bestiary, and your coffee.” He reached out again, faster this time, and managed to snatch it, taking a long sip. 

Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“In all seriousness,” Peter continued, “I want that bestiary, not only because it’s a one of a kind book worth millions, but also because it’s currently in the hands of a dangerous family. A dangerous family absolutely full of bastards.”

Stiles looked up at him. 

“And you need me, specifically, to help you do that,” he said, obvious skepticism in his tone. 

“I did mention that they were bastards, right?” Peter said lightly, taking another sip. “Awful bastards. With bastard tight air security. No one drops into their compound without being killed.” 

Stiles sighed, clearly able to see where this was going. 

“I need someone competent in ground infiltration. And you, my dear, are the most competent on the market right now.” The look he gave Stiles was heavy lidded, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation.

Stiles wasn’t sure it was entirely for the upcoming job. 

He chewed on his lip, internally debating. 

As a general rule, Stiles took any job that would fuck over a hunter. He had enough grudges left over from high school to make it worth it. He also generally took any job with a high enough payout. 

However, he didn’t take jobs from people he’d helped murder once. In general. 

“What are you even doing in Seattle?” Stiles asked, delaying his decision. 

“I live here,” Peter answered, swirling the coffee a little, trying to get cream up from the bottom. 

“You left Beacon Hills?” Stiles said, actually surprised. 

“After you left, I hardly had anything keeping me there,” Peter sniffed delicately. “You were the only worthwhile member of that pack. Besides, McCall started getting a little too friendly with Eichen House... I could only assume that would not end well for me.”

Stiles snorted, unsurprised that Scott would work with Eichen House to get Peter put away. 

“I have a pack here now-” Peter continued. 

“Wait,” Stiles interrupted. “You have a pack or you’re part of a pack?”

Peter briefly flashed red eyes in response. Stiles groaned. 

“Who did you kill?” he demanded. He had a vague idea of Peter killing Scott on his way out of town, and if that was what had happened, he was absolutely not taking the job. He didn’t want to touch Beacon Hills nonsense with a ten foot pole. 

Peter looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. 

“You don’t think I’m worthy of True Alpha power, Stiles?” he said, beseeching. 

Stiles brandished the coffee stirrer again, face deadly serious. Peter laughed. 

“Deucalion,” he finally answered, adjusting his wings until they hung more loosely over the back of his chair.

Stiles relaxed. Peter smiled in amusement. 

“I’ve had nothing to do with Beacon Hills for almost as long as you have,” he said, voice quieter, more sincere. “I really, truly contacted you because you’re the best person for the plan, and my plans are always the best. The fact that I get to see you again is just a bonus.” 

Stiles sat back, face impassive as he searched Peter’s. 

Peter hadn’t once brought up Stiles’ non-existent wings, despite that being the reason Stiles was available for the job at all. He didn’t glance over Stiles’ shoulder, looking for the thing that wasn’t there. He looked Stiles in the face, as if that was the only place he wanted to look. 

Damn it. 

“Alright. I’ll do it.” 

[steternetwork]

Do you know of any other steter tumblrs that operate like a library with ficrecs and/tag lists? I follow a couple of sterek ones but I'm starting to lean more towards wanting to read steter and I need some new suggestions :) thanks for all your help!

As far as I know, @steterficrecs is the only Steter blog that focuses on that kind of thing. Fair warning, I run that blog, but I haven’t made significant updates in quite a while. (I’d like to get back to it, but time hasn’t been on my side.)

@stetervault recs a lot of fics but doesn’t have the same type of tag page you mentioned. You can see all of their fic recs here.

@wheredidhiseyebrowsgo isn’t exclusively Steter, but they have extensive lists and sortable tags. They also have an enormous backlog on asks, so expect a long wait on any requests.And of course, Steter Network is happy to recommend fics and search for lost fics. We have a few lost fics that we haven’t had any luck finding, so, in a few days, we’ll probably post the asks for all of you to try your hand at it.

I hope this helped you, Anon. To everyone else: let me know if I missed anyone!~Mod Mal

[suitedsalamander]

Hey you! Always wanted a cool Steter shirt ??? 

THEN LOOK NO FURTHER!

The more people the less expensive the item! Right now shirts would be 15$ but if we get past 20 people or more they can be maybe even 6$

(Please note: this comes in a mouth-watering black v-neck )

Please help get the word out and reblog 

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[asterekmess]

You really REALLY need to check out the pro Sciles/Scott ask a rabid Scott/Posey stan just sent to user @stetervault because it’s so creepy and delusional and downright disturbing on so many fucking levels it’s not even funny

Thanks, but no thanks. I have a personal policy not to actively look up things that are gonna piss me off. It’s really not fun to torture myself like that, so I just don’t. I avoid the pro-Scott side of the fandom so I can just enjoy myself in my corner and not get in their space (except in specific cases). So long as they’re not actively attacking someone, Live and let live, dude. It’s fiction. There’s a reason so many of my hate asks get insta-deleted. There’s no point in just making myself angry all the time.

[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

re: your tags on the uncles sugar daddy post, you're implying that stiles is the sugar daddy and tbh I need more of independently wealthy stiles being the reason Peter has his lush penthouse and two Shelby cobras and fine suede jackets

Okay this⬆️and these tags from @stetervault⬇️

#i so rarely see any sugar daddy stiles #i have a need #stiles comes from old money maybe #a la lara croft style #peter goes backpacking in europe #gets dragged into one of stiles’ treasure-hunting adventures #narrowly escapes with their lives #and ofc peter would fall in love with someone who gave him excitement and adventure and even a few evil dudes to murder #thats some first class courting okay #anyway stiles takes him home because hell if he’s letting such a capable partner leave #solution: obv bribe him with money and food and anything else he wants to get him to stay #teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #sugar daddy stiles #lara croft au #prompt

Are Very Important Ideas. Stiles, independently wealthy and riding that oh-so blurry line of eccentric millionaire, wants a book. A book that somehow ended up in Switzerland. So he’s there, chasing down leads, paying for information, making a few light threats here and there, when his phone gets stolen while he waits on a crowded train platform. 

Because here’s the thing: Stiles might have millions, but he still dresses like a college student who works at a thrift store. Nothing is softer than worn-out flannel, alright? 

So he looks exactly like one of the two dozen other 20-something backpackers. But he’s paying more attention than them. When he feels something lift out of his pocket, he immediately turns only to see someone retreating, quickly lifting other phones and wallets as they move. Only one other man notices. 

Unfortunately it’s too late for both of them. The pickpocket has both their phones, and Peter’s wallet, and is already exiting the station. 

Cue an afternoon race of tracking down the pickpocket, because Stiles’ phone has information on it that he absolutely must have in order to get the book, and Peter just can’t fuckin’ afford to replace his phone, especially if his wallet is also gone. 

They chase down the motherfucker, only to find that the pickpocket had enemies of their own, because the chase ends when they stumble onto a murder scene featuring the pickpocket. They side eye each other for a moment, wondering how the other person is gonna handle it, but they both end up just grabbing their stuff and running, before calling in an anonymous tip later.

Stiles offers to pay for Peter’s hotel that night as a thank-you for helping him get his phone back, and at first Peter’s like, “Cool, let’s find a hostel” and Stiles is like “Nope” and that’s when Peter finds out that Stiles is fucking loaded. 

One conversation leads to another, and curiosity leads to more questions, and before they really decide on anything Stiles is chasing after this underground supernatural trafficking ring that has his fucking book, and Peter is caught up in the hurricane. They’re dashing all over Europe, from Switzerland to Austria to Hungary, staying in incredible hotels because u can’t hunt down artifacts and bad guys (or at least guys worse than them) if ur not getting a good night’s rest, and you better fuckin’ beLIEVE that at least one of those hotels only has one bed left. 

Anyway they also definitely have to get dressed up to break into a formal event at least once, and Stiles has a lot of fun watching Peter try on different tuxes, and when Peter can’t make up his mind Stiles is like “You can decide later, we’ll take both.” 

The formal event is also probably where they end up needing to steal a car. Peter electronically “hot wires” the Shelby Cobra while Stiles shoots back at an asshole or five, and after a few minutes of driving Peter’s like, “They can’t shoot the car. The car is too nice to be shot. Go for the head, Stiles, this car is the new love of my life.” He may or may not shed a tear when they have to ditch it in order to not get caught. 

When it’s all over; when Stiles has his book and the leader of the supernatural trafficking ring is dead, when Peter only has a week of his gap year left; that’s when Stiles says, “First class back to Beacon Hills?” and Peter says, “Yes please.” 

On the flight home, Stiles produces a box of the Swiss chocolates that Peter liked so much. 

When they land it’s a little chilly, and Stiles pulls a lovely suede jacket out of his luggage; one from a shop that Peter was looking at. It’s tailored to his measurements. 

On the way home, Stiles asks if they can stop by his place first, and Peter’s like, “Your place? You have a place here?” 

And Stiles is like, “I do now.”

And they pull in, and there are the two Shelby Cobras because Stiles wasn’t sure which color he would want. 

Is it all a bit much? 

Of course, but what else could Stiles and Peter ever be. 

[queerfictionwriter]

b4, b5, and d2 please

Hi lovely! 

B4: Who is your current fave author? What is their best story?

Current fave is 100% @bunnywest, because she writes stuff that I come back to again and again. If things are hard or bad for some reason, I can find a Bunny fic (or ten) that’ll help me feel better. But I have no idea how to try and pick a “best of the bunch” from her--is it the Feels Like Home ‘verse??? The Thighs ‘verse???? Suits??? On Edge??? Please don’t make me choose! :P

B5: What story have you read more than any other? How many times?

Oh gosh. I have no idea???? I’m a re-reader, and I also follow WIPs sometimes, so I can’t even use AO3′s history tab to check. Because I’m a re-reader, there’s a good chance the answer to that is “something of Bunny’s”. But some other potential candidates: 

@wordsformurder‘s Naughty Hookers (Swathed in Wool) series 

@hotpinklizard‘s Stetopher, girl Stiles kidfic Call Me Mary Poppins 

Whispering_Sumire’s (is anyone knows their Tumblr handle, lemme know and I will tag them) time-travel fix-it Flying With Flaws 

D2: Who/where did you get your last fic rec from?

I think the last fic rec I got was from a post by @stetervault, when they were asked about Bad Dad Sheriff fics. 

[polgara6]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not!

Tagged by @esperata

1. I adore baked goods with nuts in them even though I’m allergic to most nuts

2. I want to travel to every continent before I die

3. I am obsessed with pomegranate seeds. They are my absolute favorite!

My notifications are as follows @fashion-runways @kimbapchan @fuckin-nancy @stetervault @gokailyger84 @evermore-fashion and @fashionversace

[n03l1987]

@stetervault it’s fox stiles! You can’t tell me he so wouldn’t get side tracked by a butterfly

[midnightwinterhawk]

@christinesficrecs @wheredidhiseyebrowsgo @stetervault I don't know if this is something you'd like to share with your followers.

And before I posted this, I checked about 10 a/b/o fics and so far every alpha Derek tag leads to Pack Alpha, not Omegaverse. It looks like the omega Stiles lead to the right place though. (Eta: the Alpha Peter Hale tag looks to be in the same boat as Derek)

Wonder how they plan to work out those bugs.

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

A place I got to for all my steter needs is @stetervault.

Thank you so much for the rec! 

I’m following now!