#steterreversebang2019

Art Submission Masterpost for:

Toothed Morality (Send Me Flowers) by rightsidethru

“The world is a dark place, moje kochanie; it is one filled with monsters, always ready to gobble you whole. Be wary of the promises they give: seal every vow with blood and bone and Name. A True Name, one that will bind them to their word.”

“But how will I know that they’re telling the truth, Matka? Couldn’t they lie…?”

“You’ll know, mały płomień.”

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It was a pleasure to work with the wonderful @rightsidethru at this year’s @steterreversebang! Thank you Bryanna for managing to get through my super long ramblings, I love you. :D 

My entry for Steter Reverse Big Bang 2019 ! (You can the second piece here)

I worked with the awesome @feathersareathing, you can also find her here on AO3 !

Our time together

Peter was trapped in his mind, his head flooded with the nightmare of his pack dying in flames. He was burning with them. He was all alone, with no pack left. He raged, and burned. Then, one day, the nightmare was interrupted. A scent. A new scent. A scent filled with the same misery and anguish he felt. Pack? Maybe.

It was awesome working with you!

Fashion. Police. by @bunnywest

In which Stiles is a cop with an interest in menswear, Peter's the owner of a menswear store with a definite interest in Stiles, and why is there always some maniac running around throwing tins of red paint and making death threats?

Fashion, baby.

Read on AO3 here!

Find the artwork by @hd-hale here on Tumblr and here on AO3

A New Beginning by @squishysterek

The dropship landed with two kids dead on impact. The 100 were already The 98, and they hadn't even stepped foot on the ground outside, let alone opened the door. The Ark's experiment was already off to a bad start, what else could possibly go wrong?

No bracelets to monitor vitals, a few skips and removals of scenes I didn't really care for. How big of an impact could Stiles and Peter have had on the fate of The 100 if they'd landed with them?

Angelic Touch by @HyperLittleNori

What did surprise him was the boyish smile, the way his dark eyes glittered like amber in the soft light, the way Peter's own interest piqued. The young man held himself with an almost mischievous confidence that was as endearing as he was visually striking. With his own little private smile, Peter stretched his arm slightly across the bar, just enough to rest in front of the empty seat beside him. He tapped his forefinger on the gloss wood in invitation.

One night Peter is captivated by a charming stranger who strikes a note of interest in him that he hasn't felt in a long time. A connection so real that even their respective ‘secrets’ aren’t enough to make him turn it away.

Read it here on AO3!

Find the art by @platypusesrneat​ here!

Spaceboy by @thediscontentedwinter 

Fall is the perfect time to die. For Peter Hale, it might also be the perfect time to live. 

Read it here on AO3!

Something Powerful Between Your Thighs by @bunnywest​

Someone’s actually replied. Fuck.

I’ll give you what you need, pretty boy. And you can call me Sir.

The hairs on the back of Stiles’s neck prickle at that, and his dick throbs. He clicks on the profile and the picture that pops up is UN-FUCKING-FAIR. Jesus Christ on a bicycle, nobody should look like that. The man’s staring into the camera, a smile that’s almost a sneer on his face. And what a face it is. Intense blue eyes, cheekbones like cut glass, and a strong jawline covered in the perfect amount of stubble. His neck, what Stiles can see of it, is thickly muscled, and Stiles can see the beginnings of a tattoo that travels down. There’s the tiniest scattering of grey at his temples, and Stiles breathes out, “Oh yes, Sir,” as he drinks in the details on the profile.

Read it here on AO3!

Find the art by @platypusesrneat​ here!

Into Eden by @graciebirdie

Stiles deciding to bring home the stray alpha he'd hit with his jeep probably made him certifiable, if it hadn't turned out Peter was as crazy as he was.

Read it here on AO3!

Making Marks by @udunie​

Stiles woke to his phone ringing at four in the afternoon, because apparently, he’d never even heard of a healthy sleep schedule before, and also; hated himself.

He blindly found it in the pocket of his jeans thrown haphazardly to the floor, and blinked at it for a few seconds before picking it up.

“‘Sup, Lyds?” he asked, just because he knew she hated the nickname, and she did wake him up.

“I’m killing Jackson,” she announced with unusual honesty. To be fair, any kind of honesty was unusual from her, considering her and Stiles only reconnected recently - and it wasn’t like they were too close in high school either.

“Congratulations?”

Read on AO3 here!