An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 21/21
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Braeden (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, Cora Hale, The Hale Pack, Kate Argent, Gerard Argent, Melissa McCall, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)
Additional Tags: Forced Marriage, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alpha Peter Hale, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Stiles Is Seventeen, Underage Sex, Public Claiming, First Time, So much angst, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Frottage, Stiles can't ride a horse, Peter Hale needs to use his words, battlefield injuries, Decapitation, Misunderstandings, Historical Inaccuracy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Violence, Minor Character Death, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Minor Braeden/Derek Hale, Dubious Consent, Alternate Universe - Historical, non-specific historical era, Emotionally Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Panic Attacks, Coercion, Dubious Consent Due to Arranged Marriage, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski
Summary:
The Alpha has a scruffy beard, unkempt hair and dazzling blue eyes. The scar on his face is raised, running down his cheek like a twisting, gnarled rope. Stiles knows that it came from the blade of Kate Argent herself, and that the Alpha got it fighting in the battle where Kate killed his lover, cutting his head clean from his neck, if the stories are to be believed.
The Alpha lets Stiles look his fill, before indicating that Stiles should take the other couch, and Stiles does so, his father’s words echoing in his ears. He can do this, can be pleasant and amenable. The lives of his people may depend on it. The Alpha spends long moments surveying him, before saying, “I like you, Stiles.”
You don’t know me, Stiles wants to blurt out, but he bites his tongue.
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
Oh no! I was off Tumblr for so long I got this twice :( Okay, here’s the deal! I posted my fav 1-5 in that last ask from... like, idk, a few days ago since it depends on how my queue looks, so how about we do my 6-10 in this one? :D
Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers - Wolf!Derek is always fun to write ;)
Abraca-Fuck-You! - This one hurt so good to write, idk, it was just a good time.
The Quickest Way to a Man’s Heart (Is Through His Bottomless Pit) - I like food, okay? LOL
Quack (Stiles Stop Calling It That) - Idk, I had fun with this idea, and it’s sort of cute? (Am I allowed to say that? >.>)
Magical Encounters - I think this was outside my usual comfort zone so it was just interesting to write.
Thank you so much for sending this, I really appreciate it <3<3
Peter’s always known it, but seeing Stiles in action is frankly breathtaking, and he finds himself watching, intrigued, as Stiles blinks earnestly at his father.
Stiles squawks and flails against the kitchen counter when ice-cold fingertips touch his bare skin, slipping under the fabric of his tee. Strong hands pull him close and then there’s an entire icy body plastered up his back. Chilled lips brush the back of his neck and Peter mumbles, “I’m cold, you’re warm. Cuddle me, sweetheart?”
Stiles bites back a smile. This is one of his favorite holiday traditions. The only reason his idiot boyfriend is frozen half to death is because he’s been out hanging Christmas lights, determined to get them done before December first—and he also knows that the only reason Peter Hale would ever deign to do something as common as hang lights in the first place is because Stiles told him once, way back when they were first dating, that he’d always dreamed of being able to decorate the fuck out of his house at Christmas as an adult, because it was something that he’d never had as a kid.
That was the first year Peter got on the roof.
And now, every year without fail, on November thirtieth Peter grizzles and sighs and pulls boxes of decorations out of storage, rolling his eyes and muttering the whole time—and then spends hours on the roof, regardless of the weather, putting up a dazzling display of Christmas lights, bigger and better every year, just for Stiles.
Stiles isn’t allowed to help—not after the ladder incident that first year—but he doesn't really mind. It just means his ass isn’t the one hanging over the edge of the roof in the snow. Besides, once it’s done he does his part by burying Peter under their feather quilt and then getting his blood flowing with a well-deserved blowjob. (That part’s Peter's favorite tradition.)
He turns in Peter's arms, rubs their noses together and hums. “Bed and blowjob?”
Peter buries his face in the crook of Stiles’s neck and breathes deeply, then pulls back. “Actually, come and see the lights first.”
Stiles raises an eyebrow—normally it’s blowjobs and then the viewing of the lights—but he follows obediently when Peter takes his hands and leads him outside. The lights are still off, which is unusual, and he’s about to ask if there’s a blown bulb somewhere when Peter quiets him with a finger to his lips and leads him to the middle of the front lawn, before pulling the power switch.
The roof lights up, and it takes Stiles a second to figure out what, exactly he’s seeing—but once he does, his breath catches, because there aren’t hundreds of lights this year, and there’s not a reindeer or a snowman in sight, but he still thinks it’s the most beautiful display he’s ever seen.
A single row of lights, arranged in a looping row of elegant cursive, spelling out two words. He has to blink once or twice through the unexpected wetness, but although blurry, the words remain the same.
Marry me?
(The answer's yes, and Peter gets lucky every night for a week just for being such a smooth bastard.)
<<This post is a part of a longer conversation about fanfic writers, how they view fanfic, and their writing process. All views are the fanfic writers’ own, and whatever fanfic they choose to write is entirely their own decision. No judgement value will be placed on fic content. These conversations are meant to provide insight for other fanfic writers in whatever stage they are at in their writing life>>
Pseud: Bunnywest
Pronouns: she/her
Current fandoms: Teen Wolf
Current pairings: Steter (Stiles/Peter), Stargent (Stiles/Chris), Petopher (Peter/Chris)
How many total fic: 178
How many fandoms: 1
Total word count: 1,658,496
Longest fic word count: 111,578
Shortest: 280
Highest kudo count: 5,034
Lowest: 106
Pseud: DiscontentedWinter
Pronouns: she/her
Current fandoms: Teen Wolf
Current pairings: Sterek (Stiles/Derek), Steter (Stiles/Peter), Stetopher (Stiles/Peter/Chris)
How many total fic: 86
How many fandoms: 2
Total word count: 1,484,562
Longest fic word count: 80,022
Shortest: 932
Highest kudo count: 18,673
Lowest: 97
What's the story behind your writing pseuds? DW: No story at all except I was on a Shakespeare kick at the time, and someone already had "WinterofDiscontent."
B: I honestly can't remember the exact origin, I think it was back in the days of IIRC and triviachat. I was Ladywest because I'm from western Australia, and then it was Easter so I made it Bunnywest and it just sort of stuck.
DW:That's super cute. I should have made up a super cute story!
How long have you been reading and writing fanfic? B:Ooooh, I wanna say ten years reading? My kid sent me a link to a Stucky fic when I was recovering from surgery, because she knew I'd love it, and also it was T rated so it didn't weird her out too much sharing it. I've been writing since May 2017. There was a really great bit of fanart and I commented that it would be great if there was a story and they said "you could write it," and at first I was "Haha, no," but then the idea wormed into my brain.
I legitimately thought I'd write this 400 word thing and be done, and then people started commenting and asking for more, and I'm a whore for validation. Who knew? So I kept going. And the more I wrote, the more I found my stress levels dropping, and the more fun Peter Hale was to play with. I literally write to empty the brain pan of bullshit. If I go too long without writing now, I have weird stress dreams. And I do so love the endorphin rush of posting at bedtime and waking up to fifty something comments.
DW: I was always aware fanfic was a thing, but Sterek was definitely my gateway drug. In about 2014, a bunch of people I knew on Goodreads started recommending Sterek fanfic, and I was hooked from that moment. In late 2014 a BNF (Big Name Fan) writer wrote a post about how fanfic shouldn't be put on Goodreads, which led to a lot of fic writers demanding GR remove their fics, under the mistaken idea fics were being hosted there, not just linked. And a lot of fans on GR were very upset when their reviews all disappeared without warning. They were also upset to be told that they weren't "real" fans. So I decided to write a Sterek fic for them, which they could talk about on GR and I wouldn't demand it get taken down. I thought that it'd be just that group that would read it, mostly, but suddenly I had an inbox full of comments. So I kept writing more, whenever I had the time between my professional writing projects.
What’s your meet-cute story? DW: I think we'd maybe commented on a few of each other's fics? But then our mutual fandom friend introduced us, and all three of us decided at one point to write a fic together.
B: Our actual meet-cute was Daisy's elephants. Winter posted about her dog's obsession with a particular stuffed toy that she disemboweled on the reg, and lamented that she only had a couple left in her stash. My local reject shop had a shit ton so I sent them to her, and in return she sent me some of her books. We haven't actually met, I think I should point out.
DW: No. We had plans for this month, but... pandemic and closed borders.
Which came first for you: original content writing or fanfic writing? DW: Original writing. I've been writing original characters for as long as I can remember, and I was published first before I posted fanfic anywhere. We wrote our first fanfic collab in September 2019. At some point Bunny said something about how writing a novel was harder, or different, and I bullied her into writing one with me to prove that it wasn't. I mean, it's a bit different, but if you can turn out 50k fanfics in a few weeks, there is nothing stopping you from writing a novel. I eased her in with self publishing, then, in case she thought that was a fluke, with our next series I submitted it to a publisher and it got accepted!
B: Oh fanfic for me. I wanna say we wrote [our first novel] in April 2020 because we both had two weeks off? Winter bullied...lovingly cajoled... me into attempting it just to prove to me I could.
DW: And I was right!
Wow! So this is very much a pandemic collaboration. Because I checked out your self publishing and there was so much, I assumed it must have been over a long time. B: Oh Winter is a machine. She has, I wanna say, fifty odd books? But it’s hard to keep count, only because she keeps releasing more. I have to keep reminding myself that she's the Spiders Georg of writing and three books in a year is perfectly respectable.
DW: Ha! Nah, there are people out there who are writing a lot faster than me!
So I’m absolutely fascinated by the fact the two of you self publish and write fanfic at the same time. I think there is this assumption in writing that fanfic is a nice little stepping stone and then one day you’ll become A Writer. And when you’re A Writer you will have no need for writing fanfiction. B: There absolutely is that assumption that 'real writers' graduate from fanfic. Winter did it backwards because she's just Like That.
DW: For me, fanfic takes the pressure off. I have work writing, and I have fun writing. Fanfic is fun writing, and I reward myself with it when I've got the work writing out of the way. After wrangling characters and plotlines all day, it's fun to go back to fanfic and just let it go in any crazy direction it wants--my fanfics have the tendency to do that!
Also, with fanfic I can write and post a chapter in a day, and tomorrow there will be a bunch of excited comments, which gives me the motivation to jump back in. With original writing, I don't get that immediate and enthusiastic feedback, so sometimes it feels like a lot more of a slog. I'm sure I could write twice as fast if I had a cheer squad for my original writing! So, I'm always going to need fanfic, I think. Not as a stepping stone, but as a fun place to play.
B: This. Case in point: we have two completed books right now that won't be published till the middle of next year, which is a LONG time to wait for validation for that one joke you're really proud of. But fanfic? Write today, post today, feedback immediately!
How has the fanfic community fueled your writing? DW: It's the enthusiasm. It's an incredible feeling when people leave comments about how excited they are to see where this story is going, or where they think it might be. And sometimes reading the comments section just makes me laugh, because I might be in the middle of a fairly shitty day, but a keysmash comment with a flailing Kermit gif? I love making people happy with my fics, or even making them yell at me because of an evil cliffhanger. That enthusiasm is wonderful, and always gives me a push.
B: The rush of getting comments definitely keeps me going-- whether it's the excited flailing for the next chapter with a hundred theories as to what's going to happen, or a simple “IM DED”-- I love it all
DW: Same! It's accountability, too, though not in a formal sense. You want to finish because you don't want to leave anyone hanging!
B: Basically, fanfic is stress relief and original works, while still fun to write, carry slightly more responsibility to turn out, y'know, not shit.
Peter Hale has no time at all for adults, but he adores his little pack of five year olds, and they adore him in return.
His classroom runs like a well oiled machine, and the last thing he needs is a student teacher throwing a spanner in the works.
Which is too bad, because Principal Finstock insists he have one.
Hopefully, this kid's not as useless as the last one.
Peter Hale and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (that ended up being pretty good after all)
Author: Bunnywest
Rating: E
Words: 7,973
Summary: "District Attorney Peter Hale has had a hell of an evening. It started with him getting caught in the rain, and ended with him landing headfirst in a dumpster and ruining his favorite Armani.
So the last thing he needs is some young guy in a Sesame Street t-shirt coming along and assuming he's homeless—especially when said guy turns out to be his soulmate.
Sure, he's cute, but how old is this kid anyway, sixteen?
Or, Peter and Stiles jump to conclusions about their newfound soulmates, and have never been happier to be wrong."
TEAM RED:
[ART] Peter Hale and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Creator: shaxper
Type of Work: Art
Summary: "Art for the story Peter Hale and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (that ended up being pretty good after all) by Bunnywest"
Check out the rest of the Steter Mini Bang 2022 works on AO3 here!
It’s been a bit since we posted, so we’re playing catch-up! There have been some really great Stalion fics written and posted recently--go check them out if you haven’t already!
Cherry Picked by Bunnywest
Rated E | 31k | 7/8 chapters posted
In Good Hands by Twisted_Mind
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‘Til You Have Need by Twisted_Mind
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The Exclusive Company of a Gentleman by Bunnywest
Rated E | 10.5k | Complete
Room Service by Bunnywest
Rated E | 7k | Complete
and this isn’t a fic, but the lovely RsCreighton did a podfic of The Exclusive Company of a Gentleman, available here!
