Dear @asarcasticwitch, I totally squee'd when I saw your signup. Your wish list of favored tropes couldn't have been more perfect, and I was thrilled to create something for you! It was so hard to narrow down the choices, but I'm a sucker for Royalty and Historical AUs (although this may be more of the hand-waving variety) so here we are. I hope you enjoy this, and may you have the loveliest of holidays!! <3
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Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
– Rumi
Then
The feeling hits Derek for the first time when he is ten. It fills him with a burst of happiness and causes a tingling that runs from his pattering heart to his dizzied brain and down to his fingers and toes.
It also happens at the most inopportune time. The sensation steals over him whilst he is training with the sons and daughters of the neighboring noble houses. And in the middle of sparring, no less.
Derek’s steps falter as the tip of his opponent’s sabre renders a hole in his tunic.
“Derek!” There’s a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently as Derek slowly drifts back to earth. His uncle drops to his knees and pulls Derek aside as the rest of the students watch curiously. “Do you need a moment?” Peter murmurs.
Tagged by the always lovely @asarcasticwitch! Thank you! 💖
Rules: share your last 7 lines and tag 7 people
It's hard, I'm trying to think about what I most recently wrote 7 consecutive lines in 😂. I've been hopping around between WIPs like nobody's business recently. This is vaguely 7 lines from my Stetopher tattoo artist/florist AU for @stetopherweek coming up!
“What the fuck happened to you,” he asks, because as far as he knows gathering supplies really isn’t all that dangerous of a job, but Stiles looks like he’s been through hell.
“Stumbled into a pixie nest,” is what Chris thinks that Stiles replies, though it’s hard to make out through his labored breathing. And fuck, that would make sense. Pixies aren’t harmful creatures in general, but trespass in their territory and they won’t take kindly to it. Case in point Stiles, who is squirming and bleeding and moaning in pain. It was set to be such a quiet night, too.
Chris’ training finally starts to kick in, and he cleans and bandages the worst of the bite marks and scratches he can see. He feels Stiles’ head - and sure enough, the kid’s got one hell of a goose egg and at least another few bumps. It’s hardly been ten minutes since the kid showed up when Peter rushes through his door.
“What the hell is going on here?”
No pressure tags to @geekmom13, @livvibee, @softranswolves, @yogi-bogey-box, @illbeintheend, @adrianfridge, and @mizzricki! Sorry if you've already been tagged and I missed it!
The King's Command
Author: asarcasticwitch
Rating: E
Words: 3,180
Summary: "The human halts a respectable distance away, and Peter leers at the sinful arch of his spine as he ducks forward in a dutiful bow.
Yes, he’ll do just fine."
TEAM RED:
Chains Entice Me
Creator: FailWolf (GeekMom13)
Type of Work: Remix
Summary: "Peter was not a patient king in most things. But his little servant boy was worth the slow path. His anger and humiliation were sweet on Peter's tongue. He couldn't help but draw out every single reaction and savor it.
Lately, the boy had grown used to their games and really started to join in.
So Peter made a new game to play, one he knew he would win. After all, the boy would need to be still and graceful to win, and those were two things he simply was not able to be.
OR: King Peter wants to see his favorite plaything draped in the finest chains from collar to cock."
Check out the rest of the Steter Mini Bang 2022 works on AO3 here!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Alan Deaton
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Alpha Talia Hale, Emissary Alan Deaton, Emissary in Training Stiles Stilinski, Left Hand Peter Hale, Flirting, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Christmas Party, Christmas Smut, Fertility Rituals, Only Lightly Researched, Not Beta Read, Steter Secret Santa 2021
Summary:
It is Christmastime in Triskelion village, the seat of Beacon County, overseen by the Hale family. Stiles, apprenticed to Deaton as apothecary for the village, and emissary for the pack, is anxious to finally begin practicing his craft. He is excited to think he might be able to participate in the yearly ritual to bless the Nemeton and the orchard for the coming harvest. But everyone is being very strange about what that ritual entails.
Meanwhile, Peter Hale, the Earl, keeps making... overtures. But he can't possibly be serious. Can he?
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My gift fic for @asarcasticwitch. First chapter, hope to complete and post the rest very soon.
Steter prompt: "Did you honestly think that would work on me?" I'm imagining cheesy pick-up lines or failed seduction attempts, something along those lines, maybe? Dunno lol, it's just the first thing that came into my head 😂
I love this. My brain went a slightly different direction, but I think I still caught the spirit of it!
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“Deputy,” the bartender greeted, tone stiff.
Stiles glanced down at himself and saw that his badge was still clipped to the front of his uniform shirt. He sighed, plucked it off, and tucked it into the front pocket. “I’m off-duty, Mike,” he assured the man, leaning his elbows on the bar.
Mike settled and stepped up to the opposite side. “Should I be worried that you’re coming here before you even go home from a shift?” he asked.
“Nah, worry not. I’ve got people coming over for the game tonight. Figured I’d pick up a few six packs on my way. You have that new lager canned yet?”
“As of yesterday.”
“Awesome. One of those, one of the IPA, one of the coffee stout.” Stiles shot him a grin. “We probably won’t need that much, but we’re up against the Saints tonight, so who knows.”
Mike disappeared into the back to get the cans, and Stiles let his tired eyes scan over the bar. It was a narrow place, hardly more than a covered-over alleyway with brick walls behind the aging wooden booths. This early in the evening, there weren’t too many patrons. A man and a woman in a booth that looked like they were on a first date. A couple of old-timer regulars sitting at the bar. In the far back corner, mostly hidden in shadow, a solitary man sat in a booth, his face turned away. The cut of his jaw and neck looked familiar, though. Stiles squinted at him. Then the man turned his head to the side, and rage immediately settled into his chest.
Stiles stormed over to the side of Peter’s booth. “No,” he said.
“Deputy Stilinski, what a pleasant surprise,” Peter replied coolly.
“No!” Stiles repeated. “Whatever you’re here for, I’m not having it. I have plans. Plans that do not involve –” He began counting items off on his fingers. “– finding dead bodies, fighting supernatural threats, foiling evil plans, or otherwise endangering myself and the citizens of this county.” He put his fists on his hips. “No. You get the hell out of my town.”
Peter rolled his eyes and took a long sip of what looked like whiskey. “I’m not up to anything, Stiles, and I don’t know why you would think I am.”
“Oh, so you haven’t been leaving a wake of destruction in your path as you road trip across America?” Stiles slid into the booth across from him. He saw Mike at the bar out of the corner of his eye. He signaled that he needed a moment, then turned back to Peter. “I’ve been keeping tabs on you, Peter. I may not know exactly what brand of fucked-up shit you’re into these days, but I know that Beacon Hills wants no part of it.”
A long beat of silence followed. Peter took another drink, then set the glass down. His voice was soft and somber when it came. “Believe it or not, I’m trying to put all of that behind me.” He lifted his eyes to meet Stiles’s. “I’m coming home,” he said, and there was a haunted quality to his expression.
Stiles frowned. “Put all of what behind you?” he asked, because he really didn’t have an accurate picture of how Peter had been involved in the incidents in Tucson and Kansas City, the ones that had left bodies behind.
“Everything, I guess,” Peter said with a shrug. “I don’t know. How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?”
The weight of those words caught Stiles by surprise, and for a moment he didn’t know how to respond. “Why?” is what he settled on, finally. “Did something happen?”
Peter shook his head. “Not… not anything in particular, no. But I’m tired, Stiles. I’m tired of fighting, tired of that car, being cold and eating the same goddamn road food every day.”
Something about the way he said it set off an uncertainty in Stiles’s mind, like the faintest tickle of a memory that he couldn’t quite place. “I didn’t figure you would give up so easily,” Stiles commented.
“I’m old, Stiles,” Peter told him. “I know I don’t look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel...” He paused, sighed, stared off in the distance. “...thin. Sort of stretched. Like butter scraped over too much bread.”
Stiles gaped at him.
“What?” Peter asked, frowning at his expression.
“Did you honestly think that would work on me?” Stiles demanded. “Dude, you just quoted Lord of the Rings. And I’m pretty sure the thing before was from The Matrix.”
Peter shifted uncomfortably, lifting his chin in a haughty expression. “So, I may have borrowed some sentiments – just some wording, really – from other sources. I’ve been living out of hotels, Stiles. I’ve been watching a lot of movies.”
“Un-fucking-believable,” Stiles muttered. He got up from the table. Jabbing a finger at Peter’s face, he warned, “If I get even a whiff of trouble from your direction, I will shoot your ass so full of wolfsbane, it’ll be smoking all the way to the state line, you got that?”
“That hurts my feelings,” Peter told him with a pout. “I thought we were closer than that.”
Stiles laughed and shook his head. “Oh, no. No. You and me?” He gestured between them rapidly. “That is so not happening again. Ever.”
Peter took a sip of his drink, murmuring, “We’ll see,” into the glass.
Scowling, Stiles headed back to the bar for his beer.
“Never nice running into an ex,” Mike commented as Stiles handed over his credit card.
16, 21 (most important 😂) & 23 for the soft asks 💛
16. Where do you feel most at home?
shhhhh I guess my bedroom??? this might sound off but I don’t have a strong sense of belonging and home... anywhere, either. I may have felt more at home in my bedroom a few years ago, but as I get older I got more and more aware that this is my parents house & what that means. I have a single room with all my stuff and like. sure that’s homey? but my dream is to have my own two bedroom condo or town home so... maybe when im there i’ll feel at home
21. Do you believe in mermaids?
I believe that we have NO IDEA what’s out there and to think that us, as land dwelling humans, are the only advanced life is so ignorant, both on this planet and outside of it. we’ve explored a fraction of the ocean... you’re telling me you don’t think there are creatures that evolved underwater??? nah, don’t believe it, 0/10, poor take
23. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you think you fit the general characteristics of that sign?
@librata-laments plz tell me I don’t know. all I know is that im a libra
Hmm...either Dear Scott or Memoriae Fractum. Both of which are still missing their final chapter 😬 and the final chapter of each are mostly written, just need a little work to get over the finish line and I’ve just been creatively in a bit of a slump.
5) most popular fic this year
Ohh, that’s hard to judge. Hilariously, Alpha Needs seems to get a ton of love (especially on Twitter lmao) but I think Memoriae or What Should Have Been Ours II in terms of comments and such.
28) longest fic you read this year
I think it was @softangst‘s sceo series I could never give you peace which I strongly recommend!!!
