#twisted_mind

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.

Summary:

On the 6th day of Christmas I give you … Draco plotting, and Harry reaping the benefits