Well..hi!! I was wonderig if you had any fics where they leave a baby at Stiles' door or de-aged Stiles.. just Stiles and cuteesy babies cause it's my weakness. Love you blog, keep up the great work guys!
Your weakness is almost my weakness. :D Found babies it is! -Emmy
(3,139 I General I WIP) *sterek, magic!Stiles
Warnings: Spoilers for S4, mentions of a *briefly* dead body
“Stiles, you literally brought her into the world with a piece of yourself. You were the first person she saw and scented on when you picked her up. What does that tell you?”
Stiles eyes widened.
“Oh God, she thinks I’m her Mom!”
(4,148 I General I Complete) *sterek
Parrish is holding the infant like a fullback carrying the football, tight and close to his body, as if he’s afraid someone’s going to strip it away from him at any moment.
“Sir,” he whispers, “this baby is running hot.”
“So call the paramedics, get Sally on the line. For heaven’s sake, Parrish, this baby needs a hospital, not the sheriff” The baby is hot to the touch but his pale eyes, when they blink open, are clear and he’s not flushed like a feverish infant would be.
“No,” Parrish hisses, “I mean this baby is running hot. I don’t think he’s human.”
John looks at the priest, still standing in the aisle, hunched in concern. He looks at the baby in his duck onesie and little yellow hat.
“Oh, fuck,” he says.
(6,798 I General I Complete) *sterek, asexual!Stiles, spark!stiles
“A bird, okay? I heard something on my balcony and when I went out to see what it was, this giant ass pelican dropped the kid and flew away.”
Stiles feels frozen again for a moment before a grin forms on his lips and he’s clutching the baby to his chest, shaking with laughter. “You’re telling me a stork brought you a little werewolf child?”
Derek frowns, folding his arms stubbornly across his chest. “I told you you wouldn’t believe me,” He grumbles.
“Oh no,” Stiles says, trying to catch his breath and talk between spurts of giggles. “I totally believe you. That’s just fucking hilarious.”
(7,242 I Teen I Complete)
Between one thing and another, Stiles ends up living in the rebuilt Hale House while Derek’s off finding himself. When Hunters arrive on the heels of a supposedly feral omega, Stiles finds a baby werewolf abandoned on the front porch… a baby werewolf with the rare ability to shift into a full wolf.
(9,214 I Mature I WIP) *sterek, scott/stiles, stiles/isaac, allison/scott
Stiles finds a toddler on his door step
(9,239 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek
“What’s going on?” Derek asked.
Scott shook his head, “You need to see.”
“Would you stop with the fucking mystery and just tell us already?” Stiles snapped at him.
“We found a baby,” Scott relented, starting to half jog towards the opposite line of trees they had been standing in front of.
Stiles looked at Derek and found him frowning deeply. He reached for his hand and squeezed, Derek looked at him and gave him a small smile, lacing his fingers with Stiles’.
Scott took them to the big tree in the middle of the forest that had a hollow bark, except this time when they looked inside, it wasn’t really hollow. A little girl, maybe four or five years old, was sitting in there all curled up in herself, her arms hugging her knees tightly.
(10,255 I Explicit I WIP) *sterek
One little abandoned Were-baby changes everything.
(11,162 I General I Complete) *sterek, packmom!Stiles
Scott may or may not have angered a witch and gotten the entire pack turned into tiny toddlers bundling with energy and Derek is absolutely terrified of children.
The fic in which Stiles is good with kids and it makes Derek want to press him against every available surface.
(12,206 I Not Rared I WIP) *sterek, character death
After a tragic accident, Stiles and Derek are now taking care of Scott and Allison’s son. While co-parenting they discover that their love for their fallen friends isn’t the only thing keeping them together.
(14,854 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek
“What the hell?” He blinked and jerked his head up to see if anyone was around. “This is some really shitty joke, right?” The baby was silent, bundled in pale pink blankets in an honest to god woven basket.
Stiles knelt down and poked at it.
The baby started wailing, immediately and loudly.
(15,296 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek
“You put the diaper on backwards,” Derek says.
(16,921 I Teen I Complete) *sterek
The baby’s wailing is piercing, Stiles doesn’t know how Derek can stand it. He tries shushing her and cooing at her and bouncing her a little, but the crying only gets louder, and in addition to hurting his ears, it’s hurting his soul.
“Stiles,” Derek interrupts him mid-croon, eyebrows meeting over the bridge of his nose, “have you fed her since you found her?”
Stiles gapes and looks down at the baby’s distressed face as she bawls.
(23,851 I Explicit I WIP) *sterek
It’s been two years since that time Derek and Stiles spent a night together. Stiles thought they had something, he was so sure of it, but Derek began to drift away from him and towards the pack’s old high school English teacher, Jennifer Blake. Stiles will do anything for an explanation of the relationship between him and Derek, but when the pack finds a baby in the preserve and Stiles volunteers to care for the baby, he and Derek are forced to confront the nature of their relationship and how Jennifer Blake found her way between them.
The pack finds a baby, the baby forces Derek and Stiles to talk about their angsty past, and it’s all Jennifer Blake’s fault.
(25,583 I Explicit I WIP) *steter, alive Hale family, magic!stiles
Several months later, Talia’s settling into her role as alpha, Peter’s at college, and the time-traveling trio of Stiles, Scott, and Lydia are getting used to the idea of staying put. Sounds like a good time for some unexpected guests.
(43,655 I Mature I Complete) *sterek
When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.
(48,342 I Teen I WIP) *sterek
Life had not been very kind to Stiles Stilinski.
He lost his mother at an early age, and watched many of his friends die while he was still in high school. He had looked at death in the eye more than once in that year alone.
He had thought about dying. More than once. He had always expected to die mauled by a supernatural creature that wasn’t supposed to exist, or piss off the wrong werewolf, or try Derek one too many times: all of his deaths included a ferocious battle for survival.
But this? This wasn’t him being incredibly stupid. He had lived in Beacon Hills dodging supernatural mauling and killer trees just to die in a stupid airplane crash.
After all that had happened, he was going to die by human hands.
(51,937 I Mature I Complete) *sterek
Stiles finds a baby on the porch.
It looks exactly like him.
Well, this is awkward.
(118,493 I Explicit I Complete) *stiles/isaac, derek/isaac
Isaac swears there are a billion different kinds of baby formulas in this fucking aisle…
“Hey, man, you okay?”
The voice startles him; he thought he was alone in his dilemma, and he’s embarrassed to wonder how long this guy has been standing there observing Isaac’s pathetic internal meltdown. Something in the guy’s face seems kind—maybe it’s those Bambi eyes, or the slight grin on his face?—and Isaac gets the idea that even if he noticed the silent freak out he won’t mention it.
“You okay?” he repeats.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Can I—uh—help? Maybe? I’m not the world’s best at the whole baby thing, but I’m a pretty awesome godfather to the world’s cutest one-year-old so…”