Hi there awesome ppl, could you please give us stories where Peter -or Derek - would do >anything< for Stiles? To have him, or even just to make him happy? Thank you for all your hard work on this blog!
Since the request was a bit vague, I went with loving/doting/romantic Peter and Derek. Hope it fits the bill. -Emmy
(8,354 I Mature I Complete) *omega!Stiles, minor Stiles/Jackson, lawyer!Peter
Stiles doesn’t know what to do.
He’s on the verge
of losing everything in the divorce, on the verge of breaking down. He
hates himself, hates what he is, what he’s not. He has no husband, no alpha, no mate. He’s about to lose his mind, and he has no hope.
mother used to tell him; when you’ve hit rock bottom, the only way out
is up. But what’s the point in trying to climb out of Hell, when the
Devil’s waiting for you with an army of lawyers?
And with his heat just around the corner, Stiles doesn’t think he has anything left to give. He needs a miracle.
just didn’t figure his miracle would wear Alexander Amosu and fight his
battles with a smirk that could kick-start the apocalypse.
(16,109 I Mature I Complete) *human au, boarding school
The past three years have been a series of shocking, or not so
shocking, successes for 2018 Tony award winner and two time Grammy
nominee, Stiles Stilinski. You don’t typically find classically trained
opera singers singing alternative folk rock to crowds at Coachella. Nor
do you find indie singer/songwriters winning best actor awards at the
Tony’s for their Broadway debuts. Stilinski has made it his lifetime
habit to defy and exceed all expectations.
A Steter fic loosely based on Phantom of the Opera
(31,583 I Explicit I Complete) *minor daddy kink, praise kink
After the whole shebang in Mexico with Berserkers, Kate being crazy, and
Peter playing triple-spy confusing the living shit out of everyone they
finally get a calm moment, Stiles and Scott go to college, Peter
disappears with Derek, who then, of course, comes back again, without
his creepy uncle. It’s not until Stiles sees the older wolf at the
library he works at that he realizes that he actually missed the
zombie-wolf. And doesn’t Peter seem Very interested?
And that was how Stiles Stilinski ended up at a gala on
his Friday night, instead of grading his student’s homework with
Chinese food and watching International Movies on Netflix. Which,
obviously was more preferable than this. Until it wasn’t.
Or the one where Derek is a complete sap and Stiles is okay with it.
Derek Hale didn’t expect for his mother to give him the alpha power.
Especially not before he graduated high school. He also didn’t expect to
meet another teenage alpha, Scott McCall. Or his human best friend,
Stiles. He didn’t expect himself to be fixated on Stiles long and
slender fingers. Or his exceptional skills in the kitchen. Derek didn’t
expect a lot of things. Then again, sometimes that unexpected turned out
to be a good thing.
It all started with a strange scent in the grocery store, and now Derek
can’t imagine his life without the hyperactive little shit that is
Stiles Stilinski. He didn’t know why he always felt the need to be close
to the boy but his mom’s knowing looks certainly weren’t helping.
The students are forced to do the parenting module - even more important because being a teen parent AND a superhero!? A big no-no. Pairs are randomly assigned ;)
A/N: Not sure if this is what you had in mind, but this is what popped into my head.
“Peter Parker Stark Rogers, you get your ass down from there right now!”
Peter cringed at Tony’s tone.
It had barely been an hour of this stupid and sadistic assignment, yet somehow Tony had already mastered the pissed off parent voice.
“You could fly up there, you know,” Steve deadpanned.
“You are not helping, Steve. Also, what is wrong with you? He is our son for the next week, and you are just letting him run amok.”
“I’m not the one with jetted boots!”
Peter groaned as Steve and Tony bickered. He wished he could blame this whole mess on Loki, but it had been his own damn fault. He was the one who had cracked a joke during Fury’s lecture on parenting and the responsibilities the students at Avengers Academy would have to face if they ever chose to have children. He hadn’t expected Fury to take to heart his suggestion that he give everyone a sack of flour to raise for a week and see how it goes. He also hadn’t planned on Brock Rumlow pointing out that as superheroes most of their babies would have super powers so a sack of flour wouldn’t really do the trick.
All of that had led to Fury pairing off students together as parents and then assigning a third student as their child for the week.
It could have been worse, Peter thought to himself. At least he wasn’t Loki who had to play child to Thor and Amora.
“You know what, Steve? Forget it. You just go to the gym and work on your biceps with all of the other macho men on campus. I’ll be a good parent and save our son from falling to his death.”
“I literally throw myself off buildings everyday,” Peter hollered down from the roof of Avengers Hall to Tony and Steve. “I’m in no danger.”
Peter huffed and aimed his webshooter at the landing platform of Stark Tower.
Suddenly Tony was hovering in front of Peter. His arms were crossed over his chest and he shook his head. “Oh no. No child of mine is throwing himself through the air without at least a jetpack.”
“Tony, be reasonable!” Peter pleaded. He knew Tony loved role playing (pretty much everyone from the first class of students loved to dress up and act like whatever they were referencing with their costume), but Peter really wasn’t in the mood to play child. Tony had to see that. He had to be willing to give Peter some slack here and not force him into this weird game/assignment.
Tony bit the inside of his cheek. After a few seconds of mulling it over, Tony unfolded his arms and smiled at Peter. “All right. I won’t force you to wear a jetpack, but you have to let me take a look at your webbing and upgrade it. I also want to look at your suit and see what I can do about reinforcing it a bit.”
“That is not okay.” Steve grunted as he hoisted himself onto Avengers Hall’s roof. “We agreed that we wouldn’t let him jump from roof to roof. Peter may be capable, but we have to treat him like a young child, and we both agreed we wouldn’t let a child do that.”
“Says the man known for jumping from planes without parachutes.” Tony rolled his eyes.
“I have a parachute.” Steve’s cheeks pinked. “I parachute into the academy all the time.”
“Huh.” Tony cocked his head to the side and made a point of scanning Peter. His next words were aimed at Steve. “And you wonder where our son gets his reckless behavior from.”
“Don’t you pin this all on me.”
“You know what,” Peter interrupted. “I’m just going to go.” He gestured between Steve and Tony. “I’d say call me when you sort this out, but I rather you not.” Peter aimed his webshooter at the dorms and unleashed the webbing. “Later, Dads.” Peter jumped off the building.
“Just like your father!” Tony shouted as Peter flew through the air.
“That is not me!” Steve defended himself.
“Oh my god, I’m going to replay every video I have of you doing reckless stuff like that just to prove that you are exactly like that. Once we get our son back and ground him.”
“I know this is a problem almost everywhere, but I’m very upset it’s
almost impossible to find Disney Princesses t-shirts here in Brazil. One
day, I cried tears of joy ‘cause I found an Aurora t-shirt, but then,
when I tried it on, it was too right because of my “generous” boobs and I
cried tears of sadness. A few days ago I even looked at a little girl
at the mall with envy because she was wearing a Belle t-shirt! The only
wearable Princesses items I own are Ariel and Aurora slippers.”
GWash: No adventures, son. We’ve got work to do.
Burr: Hamilton, you put me down right this moment or I swear-
Laurens: So this is what you see all day? It’s very pretty up here.