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Misconceptions by TriscuitsandSoup

Stetopher | 26k | Mature

After weeks of trying Stiles is still unable to get pregnant. He struggles with depression and anxiety, and worries his alphas might choose to leave him for another omega.

Here are a few 5,000 word (or less) Steter fic recs for you! As always, check the tags/warnings before proceeding to read.

Larcenous Little Fiend by Bunnywest | Not Rated | 2,090 words

Stiles steals things. Peter notices.

Wolf & I by Green | Mature | 4,718 words

"I'm not going to let you die. Especially not by my hands." It sounds like an oath.

"Do you know how…?" Stiles shakes his head. "But, isn't it for life? It's a bond, right? There's no getting out of it. I know that much."

"Do you want to die?" Peter asks harshly.

"Of course not!"

"We don't have much time. I don't know what’ll happen when I'm feral, but I do know the wolf won't hurt our mate," Peter repeats. Stiles believes him.

The Guardian Star by domesticaffliction | Mature | 448 words

It is 4 am and Stiles feels the call of her Spark in her bones. It is time to finish the spell before this Peter Hale wakes from his deep alcohol fueled sleep.

The Value of Silence by Triscuitsandsoup | General | 545 words

Peter had always been a grumpy sleeper, even when he was a child. Living in a large home with dozens of people bustling about at all hours of the day made him value silence as a precious commodity. Sleeping in without a child or wolf clambering into his bed and nudging his body until he finally dragged himself up was unheard of.

Run (don't deny the animal) by Twisted_Mind | Explicit | 4,833 words

He stares at the hickey the next morning, and doesn’t know what to think about the night before. He can’t blame this on booze, because he’d been 100% sober. It wasn’t an accident. But he didn’t mean to, either. He hadn’t gone to Jungle seeking Peter out, hadn’t been looking for anything at all, really.

 Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence. The thought of a third time, of making it a pattern, sets a dull sort of panic crawling through his veins.

So total disclaimer here, I have a horrible memory when it comes to fic names and authors (I’m terrible, I know) but I know these are great! Heed the tags on each, of course.Endless Summer by Diablerie

Bundle Up by @mysenia

Talk Me Through It by @mysenia

Little Peacock by @mysenia

Protecting the ones we cannot live without by @mysenia

A Promise Made is a Promise Kept by Mia6363 ( @and-now-presenting )

Iniquitous by @triscuitsandsoup (this is stetopher but it’s amazing)

Misconceptions by @triscuitsandsoup (stetopher too)

Cuddle Therapy by @triscuitsandsoup

Stiles breath was always cool, always cool and always cold. His hitching, frozen breaths melted the frost from Peter’s lips and drove the ice from his eyes. Skin like snow and eyes like a stag lost in a wintertime forest, he was the single sapling untouched by forest fires.

In contrast, Peter’s skin was always warm. His fingers trailed heat down Stiles’ spine as Stiles’ fingers, his little icicle hands, twisted in his shirt. A phantom thought in the back of Peter’s mind convinced him that if he hugged and touched Stiles enough then maybe, just maybe, some of his warmth might stay. After a time it did, but only in his eyes; in the way they crinkled up when he smiled or the way they glimmered when he laughed. Even his tears were warm as Peter brushed them away with his thumb.

Together they were an ocean. Stiles’ chilled breath and Peter’s iced glare; Stiles warm smiles and Peter’s soft holds. In their hands, they held the slipping, tenuous waters of a relationship made of snow and fallen leaves. Like a wave the breeze of their lives and every single breath on each other’s neck guided it towards the shore and like with every great wave it inevitably crashed, dashing itself upon the rocks with a sound like thunder and spray like bullets.

Stiles would lose his temper.

Peter would lose his patience.

They would fight for days, never once letting up on either side. It was always something stupid, no intelligent argument ever passed between them. Even the arguments weren’t meant to last.

Stiles hands on his shoulders.

Peter’s lips under his ear.

Hey there, Anon!

We Steterers have been blessed with a veritable fount of talented creators, so I hope this short list will help get you started!

cywscross

DiscontentedWinter 

veterization

TriscuitsandSoup

KouriArashi

I’m so confused.

Ahh thank you so much!