#dad!stiles

Stiles (to baby Eli): Why are there little handprints on the walls?

Eli: Because I have little hands.

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Anonymous asked:

Hope you’re holiday was relaxing and wonderful! I was hoping you could help me find Eli fics with Sterek. Either as a baby or them dealing with teenage stuff, anything fix it from the movie is good too! Thank you!

I will you bet you five bucks that the movie hadn't even finished before people were posting their Eli Stilinski-Hale fics. Fandom is on it.

Safe by Hedwig221b

(1/1 I 974 I Not Rated)

“Where is he?” Stiles rumbled, glancing at each member of the pack in front of him, before settling his incinerating gaze on one person he once considered a brother. “Tell me, Scott, where is my husband?”

Proud Parent of an Honour Brainworm– I Mean Student! by shallowseablue 

(2/2 I 4,267 I General)

Growing up, Stiles has always learned better, absorbed information faster, when he read it out loud. Elementary school book projects and high school study groups were kind of awkward, but as an adult? Man, he's living the dream—pacing around the apartment with a book in hand, reading whatever he wants, whenever he wants, wherever he wants. Derek sleeps like the dead, so it's not like the verbal diarrhoea and under-his-breath commentary is gonna way the man up.

Although, now that he and Derek have a kid, those 3 W's might get a little hard to navigate—but who knows? Maybe the brainworm is genetic.

Or, 5 times Stiles read to his son and 1 time Eli returned the favour.

5 times Derek almost called Stiles "Alpha" and the 1 time he did by lookingforatardis

(1/1 I 8,591 I Explicit)

Through all the noise in his mind, as completely wrong and impossible as it was, there was one thought on the tip of his tongue. Alpha.

How To Colossally Fuck Shit Up by Cashewchococake

(23/? I 40,239 I Explicit)

A story about Derek and Stiles building their family and trying to find their way to each other.

or

Stiles was looking at him expectedly.

Derek took a deep breath and prepared himself for the upcoming words. “But I wasn’t the only one he smelled like, Stiles.”

He looked pleadingly at Stiles, who'd gone deathly pale, and was now shaking his head.

“Stiles-, Eli is your son.” Derek forced out.

Stiles let out a small breathless sound of “Oh!”

He shot up from the couch and took his head between his hands, pulling his hair.

When that didn’t help to quiet the raging flood of questions in his head, he started pacing.

“What? -I mean…how? How is that even possible?"

"Why the hell would you keep that from me?” He was spluttering.

Stiles couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Why would Derek do that?

Survive With Dawn by WolfieRed23

(15/? I 43,197 I Teen)

It's during the night that the werewolf pack of Beacon Hills, the Hale Pack, thrives. But with the light of dawn comes new challenges and enemies, ones both known and unknown. Trying to manage all the new twists that come their way is becoming a talent for the pack, but survival is the one thing they're trying to do, at all costs.

We'll Take On The World by lookingforatardis

(1/1 I 20,600 I Mature)

Derek grew quiet, eyes searching Stiles’ face. “It’s called True Mates.” “Do you think we…” he started, but cut himself off. He wasn’t sure he wanted an answer. “Maybe,” Derek nodded anyway, eyes cast down. Their hands were intertwined on the bed where they sat, and Stiles traced Derek’s knuckles with his fingers. “How would we know?” Derek sighed and leaned over to rest his head against Stiles’ shoulder. “There’s always a sign."

Do you have a 100 words for me? ('Cause I have only three) by Winelady

(44/44 I 141,995 I Explicit)

“THAT IS MY CHILD.” Stiles roared to the receiver.

Stiles’ roar echoed in his own ears as he slammed his fist down on the desk, rattling everything on it. He immediately glanced at Eli, making sure the noise hadn’t disturbed him. The kid barely stirred, his small frame bundled up in blankets on the couch. Stiles took a deep breath, lowering his voice but not his intensity.

“You don’t get to decide that, Scott,” he hissed into the phone. “You don’t get to decide what’s best for my kid. That’s my job. And if you think for a second that leaving him out there to fend for himself was somehow a better option than calling me, you’re even more deluded than I thought.”

**** After Derek's death Eli struggles with his control over the wolf. Scott and Allison was too busy playing house to help him. So he makes a quick decision to find his other dad. He heard he was magic. Maybe he could help him. Maybe he could bring his dad back.

you and i remain the same by EvanesDust, Winchesterek

(18/18 I 109,786 I Explicit)

Stiles rolled over onto his side and reached out to turn off the lamp on his nightstand, leaving the room in darkness as he settled back in bed. “Promise me I won’t see you in two days…”

Derek didn’t answer for a while, and when he did, he spoke quietly—almost a whisper. “I can’t do that. You know I can’t do that.”

Stiles took a deep breath and let it out slowly, wiping at his face and closing his eyes. “I’ll see you in two days then, Derek.”

If Derek was going to get himself killed, Stiles promised himself he’d be there to try and stop it. Whatever it took. “Be ready.”

“Stiles…” The way Derek said his name was almost pained. “Please be careful. I— Just be careful, okay?”

***

So image Eli is having a Spider-Man themed birthday party and stiles comes out as Spider-Man but Eli starts to cry cause he wants stiles to meet Spider-Man too. So stiles has to switch out of the costume with Isaac so Eli and him can play with spider-man together. But Eli plays with stiles more and basically ignores Spider-Man.

It took a minute, but suddenly Stiles froze and felt his stomach plummet. Hale. He’d heard that before. He’d heard it recently. It was the center of conversation in passing with his dad, asking why the older man looked so tired and the reason he gave as to why Reese had to spend more time with Mrs. Barker the past few days.

Leo Hale was missing. Or well, he wasn’t missing, he was obviously in Stiles’ living room. But no one else knew that! And oh god, Leo Hale - the Hales. They were werewolves. And he had accidentally-not-really-but-kinda-sorta kidnapped said werewolves’ kid. Oh shit.

+.+.+

A/N: I’m sorry for being gone for so long. Please don’t kill me. 

Pairings: Stiles x Derek

Summary: It’s Eli’s first day of kindergarten and to say the little werewolf is nervous would be an understatement. Good thing he has the two most patient dads in the world. 

Word count: 408

Warnings: None baby!

Part 2

“Do I have to go?” Eli looked up at Derek, tightly gripping his dad’s much larger hand. In his other hand, he held his Batman vs Superman lunch box that his papa packed for him. It laid against his leg, too big to fit into his backpack. Papa had helped him pick everything out. The embroidery of cute wolves running on the front pocket of his backpack was the real selling point for him despite the small size. 

“It will be fun!” Stiles promised his son, kneeling on the ground so they were eye level. It felt like it had been yesterday that Eli was born and now here he was, the first day of kindergarten. Stiles couldn’t help but beam with pride at his little werewolf. He had seemed to grow so much in such a short amount of time. “I met Uncle Scott in kindergarten and he’s been my best friend ever since.” 

“What if I don’t make friends? What if no one likes me?” Eli pouted and he looked so much like Derek then. 

“They’re going to love you, bud,” Stiles reassured, ruffling Eli’s hair.  

“But what if no one plays with me? I don’t want to be alone.” 

“Their lost.” But Eli was not convinced. He hid himself behind Derek’s leg as if Derek could protect him from the rest of the world. His dad could, but there was little to protect Eli from in a kindergarten classroom. Except maybe other five year olds, but they were mostly harmless. Mostly. They were nothing the little werewolf couldn’t handle. Hopefully. 

“How about this?” Derek squeezed Eli’s hand. “By the time we pick you up, if you haven’t made a new friend we’ll help you.” Stiles raised an eyebrow at his husband. “We’ll take you to the park after school. There’s bound to be loads of new friends there.”

At the chance of going to the park, Eli visibly perked up. There was nothing the boy loved more than going to the park. He loved to run around until his heart beated twice as fast as any normal human. The duck pond was one of his favorite parts of the park and ever since the first time he had gone, Eli had made friends with all of the ducks. 

“You promise?” Eli held out his pinkie to Derek, eyes set on his dad.

i have gone off the deep end with dad!stiles and i am so sorry (not really)

this is for @screamxqueenx94 , the anon who generously gave baby stilinski’s middle name and the anon who sent me the concept asks about stiles as a husband finding out hes gonna be a father 🤍

Also on AO3

Word Count: 870

Derek wished he could live in moments like this one forever. It was a lazy Sunday morning, the sun just barely peeking above the tree line, with no rush to get up and be anywhere or do anything. So they didn't, they stayed right where they were. Stiles got up just long enough to grab Tillie from her crib and change her diaper, before bringing her back to their bed where Derek was waiting. And that's where they've been for the last fifteen minutes or so. Soon Tillie will start getting fussy for her breakfast, but until then they were just enjoying the peace.

Stiles sat on his side of the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard, scrolling on his phone. Derek laid on his stomach next to Stiles, with his head resting on his arms. He had his eyes closed, but he wasn't sleeping. He would dose occasionally, but mostly he was just enjoying the moment with his family. Tillie sat between them, gumming on her teething ring, and letting out cooing noises every once in a while. When she got bored of that she would pull herself up into a standing position using Stiles' arm as leverage. She couldn't stand on her own yet, but she loved being able to bounce a little while she held onto something for balance. So that's what she did, slapping a hand against Derek's back and laughing. Then she would get bored again and plop back down onto her butt, drawn to whatever else caught her attention. She seemed content entertaining herself as her dads relaxed in the morning calm.

The room smelt of home, of pack. It smelt of thunder, pine, and lavender, a smell that was so distinctly Stiles. It smelt of laughter and vanilla, Tillie's smell becoming just as much engrained in their room as their own. But along with that came the smells of their home. The scent of the same laundry detergent that Stiles has been using since he was a kid, because it was the one his mom used. The smell of the autumn air drifting in from the window that is cracked open across the room, the morning dew that still clung to the grass and the fog that was beginning to retreat with the sun. It smelt of love and family, and a home so deeply established that it was ingrained in the land. Derek hummed quietly, taking in a deep breath through his nose, letting the smell and sounds of his family wash over him.

Tillie pulled herself up again, only to plop back down so she was leaning against Derek's shoulder. He peaked an eye open, making her giggle. She started planting messy and noisy baby kisses onto his shoulder, exaggerating the 'mwah' noise each time. Derek chuckled quietly, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against her cheek. She squealed in delight, planting one of her kisses to his cheek this time. And then she got bored again, pulling herself back up so she could do some more bouncing, occasionally running a chubby hand over Derek's stubble.

It continued like this for a while, the three of them just basking in each other's presence. The sun casting a golden light into their room, covering them like a hug. Derek felt his breath hitch as he watched his husband. He looked gorgeous like this, sleep rumpled and barely awake, but happy. The light of the sun made his eyes glow impossibly brighter, making him want to swim in the honey color. Stiles must have felt his gaze because he looked over at him, smiling warmly. He mouthed 'I love you,' Derek smiling and mouthing it back.

Tillie babbled a little, rolling herself into Stiles' side. Stiles smiled down at her, running a hand over back. She looked up at him with wide eyes that matched Derek's, her fist in her mouth as she gummed at it. Stiles chuckled, gently pulling her hand down and replacing it with her teething ring. She garbled, swinging the ring around.

"Da!"

"Yes, Matilda?"

She made some other baby noise, not quite catching onto the words thing yet beyond Da. Stiles just smiled at her softly, gently using his fingers to push her chestnut hair back away from her forehead. She sighed, flopping down so she was half on Stiles' knees, half on the bed. She seemed to have tired herself out a little with the repeated up and down, so her eyes started fluttering, her eyelashes brushing against her cheeks. It only took a couple of more moments before they closed entirely, once again asleep. Derek moved forward, curling himself around her, his head in Stiles' lap.