Day three of Steter Writers Appreciation Week is celebrated by sitting at the library writing acient-greece stetopher porn and cursing the sudden heat (wait, what?). As promised, I have three new authors for you, and I have included my Top 5 Favorite Steter fic’s from their ao3. I guess there’s nothing more to note, is there? Shall we get started?
Nezstorm captured my heart with their amazing writing style, and continues to hold me captive (don’t send help, I enjoy it here) me to this day. With the incredible number of 190 Steter fic’s posted on their ao3, I found myself spending days and days reading through their work, and I don’t think I’ve ever had as hard a time to name ONLY five fics.
Rating: G | Word Count: 111 | Chapters: 1/1 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: None
the first kiss feels like he’s at the top of the world.
Rating: G | Word Count: 767 | Chapters: 1/1 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: None
The cat is a slender, brown tabby. It sits at his doorstep, looking up at him calmly like it’s waiting to be invited in. It’s a bit unnerving, or it would be, if not for the very familiar amber eyes.
And For You I’ll Fight It All
Rating: T | Word Count: 1,998 | Chapters: 1/1 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: None
Stiles has had it with werewolves, their need for posturing and solving their problems with claws. And the sniffing, don’t even get him started on the sniffing. He feels like there’s a nose stuck to his ass every step he takes, which isn’t even an exaggeration seeing as he’s currently stuck at a Werewolf Convention with thousands of werewolves milling around.
The one where Peter is so gone on Stiles that he wants to fight everyone.
Make Your Own (Buns In The Oven)
Rating: T | Word Count: 11,248 | Chapters: 1/1 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: M-preg, Pregnant Stiles, Attempted Abortion, Mildly Dubious Consent.
Stiles opens his mouth a few times, but no words come out as he feels tears welling up again. He takes a deep, shaky breath, exhales slowly to calm himself enough to do this.
Peter waits, brows furrowed in worry as he watches Stiles.
“I think I’m pregnant,” he finally says, “And I don’t know what to do.”
Or the one where Stiles is a human incubator and Peter is not the baby daddy (until he is).
Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 10,582 | Chapters: 4/4 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: Manipulative Peter.
“Please get your uncle out of here before I mangle the pretty face he earns his living with. And keep him away from me because next time I won’t be this generous.” The guy said, a saccharine sweet smile plastered on his face, and then he just walked away, leaving a slack-jawed Peter to be pulled and prodded out of the club and into the street.
He whirled on his nephew the moment they were safe and alone in his apartment.
“Who the hell was that?!”
Derek regarded him for a moment, eyebrow arched in disbelief. “You really don’t know?”
“I wouldn’t be fucking asking if I did.” Peter seethed.
“That,” Derek stalled collecting his keys and jacket, “was Stiles.”
Or the one with Peter as a rockstar and Stiles refusing to fall for his manipulative ways.
SushiOwl stole my heart with the first true BDSM-Steter fic I ever read, and refused to let it go when they continued to shower us readers in amazing work containing tattoos, fluff and amazing smut. Seriously, how am I supposed to find a normal real life relationship when there’s authors like them out there who continue to steal my heart?
Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 82,275 | Chapters: 14/14 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: BDSM-AU (use caution and read the warnings), Dom Peter, Sub Stiles.
Stiles is new to the BDSM scene and is a little lost, but thankfully he finds a dom to show him the way.
Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 74,554 | Chapters: 10/10 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: Daddy kink, Online relationship, BDSM(?), Full shift werewolves.
What the heck is FetLife?
Stiles is too curious for his own good, and he can't help himself, so he joins a website advertising to be a good place for "kinksters." He just wants to be nosy and see what total strangers are up to. Then he meets Peter, who wants to be called Daddy.
Could Stiles be his baby boy?
Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 27,907 | Chapters: 4/4 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: Tattoos and body modification, Sex, Fluff(!!!), Part of a series (Highly addictive!), Might Cause Diabetes.
“One--” He stabbed the needle right through skin and cartilage, pulling a loud squawk out of Stiles.
Stiles sucked in a few quick breaths then started to laugh. “You son of a bitch,” he snorted. “You said on three.”
“I lied,” Peter replied, smiling down at him.
Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 24,349 | Chapters: 3/3 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: Homophobia, Church camp AU.
Stiles's friends and family are concerned that he might be gay. Despite his protests, they send him to a "homosexual rehab" camp called True Directions. There he meets Peter, and yeah, Stiles is feeling a bit gay now.
The Holidays Are Happy With You
Rating: G | Word Count: 3,378 | Chapters: 1/1 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: None
Stiles brings Peter some food over the holidays, and Peter wants to make the best of it.
Ladypigswagon, oh be still my heart. To be honest I’m fairly easy to please, write me a fic containing a pairing I like and I’m yours. This author did that (not knowingly, of course) and took it to the next level. They have made my heart bleed, my eyes water and my mouth bark out laughs that I’m pretty sure has traumatized my cat.
Classic - A Book Which People Praise And Don’t Read
Rating: T | Word Count: 11,749 | Chapters: 1/1 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: Abuse of Jane Austen.
The one in which Peter is a disgruntled Bookshop Owner who doesn't actually want to sell any books, Stiles is mythology professor running solely on caffeine, Derek is trying to write the next bestseller and Erica bakes cookies with a sideline in meddling.
Your Boldness Stands Alone Among The Wreck
Rating: T | Word Count: 6,851 | Chapters: 1/1 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: Serial killer Peter Hale, FBI-Agent Stiles, Blood and gore, Open ending.
“You know,” Isaac says, whilst loading the mutilated body onto the ME’s gurney, “I’m starting to think Hale is just doing this to ask you out now.”
Stiles glowers at Isaac, who to his credit doesn’t cower away from Stiles’ hardened gaze. He just zips up the body bag and wheels it out of the room, his last statement hanging over Stiles head like a hangman’s noose. Stiles tries to mentally shake off the feeling but it’s difficult. Peter Hale’s last three murders have been gruesome odes to Stiles and this one is no different. The boy’s eyes, a pale imitation of Stiles own amber ones, had been removed and were residing on the kitchen counter. Hale had left an incredibly detailed sonnet about them in what Stiles suspects is the victims’ blood.
Unable Are The Loved To Die, For Love Is Immortality
Rating: G | Word Count: 6,522 | Chapter 1/1 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: None.
Stiles takes a long drag on the cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the open window. It’s raining. A few droplets manage to find their way inside, hitting the peeling white windowsill or dripping down the leaves of the assortment of plants that would usually be basking in the Californian sun. Stiles takes another drag, ignoring the glare that Lydia is giving him whilst she sprinkles essence of wormwood into the cauldron bubbling away on the stove.
“You’d think after 4000 years, you’d have stopped picking up bad habits,” Lydia says primly; dicing the spleen of a pig into neat, equal sized chunks. Stiles ignores her. He takes another drag before stubbing the cigarette out in the crystal ashtray they’d stolen from Buckingham Palace. Well they is a loose term. Stiles stole it, an extra payment from her Majesty. Stiles almost lost a finger to those pixies.
Too Many War Wounds, But Not Enough Wars
Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 26,077 | Chapters: 1/1 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: Blood and gore, Human sacrifice, Temporary character death.
The Nematon is dying. The once bountiful tree is withering, a husk of it’s former glory. It’s skeletal, shrunken and wilted and no one knows how to fix it. It’s supposed to be the height of summer but you wouldn’t know it. The Nematon isn’t the only tree that’s falling apart. Peter folds his arms. His eyes narrow as Jennifer, the emissary from Kali’s pack, tries to communicate with the sentient tree. She’s waving her arms around and chanting but so far all she’s managed to do is look like a complete imbecile. She’s the sixth emissary in as many months and still the tree decays.
I Called Your Name, Till The Fever Broke
Rating: T | Word Count: 4,446 | Chapters: 1/1 | Complete: Yes | Warnings: Fae!Peter, Open ending.
Stiles father and his mother, before she succumbed to the illness that stole the light from her eyes and the hair from her head, always told Stiles not to stray into the woods on the edge of town. It was something everyone knew, a fact of life here; you do not go into the woods. The woods are dangerous, full of things that hunt and hurt little boys and girls. That’s why you shouldn’t go into the woods.
