Oh my gosh. Dragon Stiles is fantastic oh my god. But I've only found a few fics of it, which sucks. So: "Peter had been losing shirts lately. Well. Not so much as loosing as having them stolen out from under his nose." AKA. Dragon Stiles steals Peter ' s clothes and stuff because he likes his scent.
Yes, I am quite the sucker for any Creature!Stiles fics, but Dragon!Stiles does hold a special place in my heart. I may have went a little overboard with this one, but I hope you like it!
Note: This one is just over 4,000 words.
“Stiles? Could you come here for a minute?”
“Coming!” Stiles stood from his desk, cracking his back after sitting for so long before heading downstairs to where his dad was working at the kitchen table. “Yeah, pops?”
“Have a seat.”
Stiles did, wondering if he’d done something recently that could’ve gotten him in trouble and if he should admit now or wait to see what his dad knew. John gave him a curious look.
“You’re not in trouble, but that look says that you probably should be. I’m not sure I want to know, though.”
Stiles grinned, relaxing in the chair. “Nonsense, daddio. I’m an angel.”
John laughed, shaking his head before looking down at the book in his head.
“Look. Your eighteenth is coming up in a few weeks and your mom…” John paused, taking a deep breath before pushing through. “Your mom made me promise to give you this before then. She started writing it as soon as we figured out about…the sickness.”