#parent!stiles

Dahlia Emmeline Hale by Triangulum

Series: 2/2 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Chris Argent, Melissa McCall, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Lydia Martin

Moonlight Dahlia There, at the base of the trunk, nestled between two large roots, is a car seat and in it, a baby. Stiles and Peter both freeze, staring down in shock. The baby is asleep, bundled up tightly, a soft orange wool hat on its head and an envelope pinned to its blanket. Stiles stares at Peter incredulously, but he doesn't know what to say either.

Or

So it turns out Peter has a daughter.

Halloween Traditions Dahlia is dressed in a poufy orange pumpkin costume and Stiles thinks it's the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen. Dahlia had declared she'd wanted to be a pumpkin for Halloween and Kira had immediately made the costume for her. With her orange tights and bright green stem beret-style hat on top of her soft, brown hair, she's the best pumpkin ever. Considering she's his daughter, Stiles may be a little biased.

Or

He doesn’t mean to yell but it just comes out. He knows he’s completely out of line. That Liam doesn’t completely understand but he knows his son is smart enough to realize he’s misbehaving. And when tears well up in his eyes and he runs to his room crying Stiles knows he’s fucked up royally. And Scott just quietly watched as Stiles nearly burst into tears himself. 

“He’s just a kid Stiles.”

“I know that!” He snaps and instantly regrets it. “Look. I just…I want to be happy. I love Liam. He’s been the center of my universe since he was first placed in my arms. I would die for him, I’d do anything to make him happy but I just-” Stiles sighs and flops into the kitchen chair. “He’s been awful ever since we’ve started dating.”

“He doesn’t want to share you.”

“Well he doesn’t really have a choice. You’re not some pervert, you’re not a creep, you aren’t mean, you’ve seen him every time I’ve brought him to the doctors office. I just don’t understand why he doesn’t like you.” Stiles’ voice is shaky.

Scott wipes the last of the alfredo off his shirt before kneeling in front of Stiles. “Have you told him about us?”

He lets Scott pull his hands away from his face. “As much as you can tell a four year old.”

“He thinks you don’t want to be around him anymore.”

“He’s my son.”

Liam does not like sharing his Dad. Not even in the slightest and he makes it obvious very quickly. Stiles doesn’t even hear him come in. One moment he’s straddling Scott kissing him slow and deep and filthy. The next there’s a tap to his back and he’s jumping nearly out of his skin and falling onto the couch next to Scott. “Daddy, why are you giving away all my hugs?”

Stiles licks his lips and tries to look like he didn’t spend the last 30 minutes making out. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleep?”

“You didn’t give me my good night kiss so I woke up.”

“Well I can give you one later.” Stiles offers.

Liam shakes his head and crawls into the space between Stiles and Scott and curls into his father. “I don’t want one. I want to cuddle and for Nurse Scott to go home.” Stiles has never cringed so hard in his life.

“You – you’re not Uncle Scott” she stammers, her eyes wide in shock and a hint of panic behind them, “Who are you? Where’s my uncle Scott? Daddy said Uncle Scott was home and -.”

She starts sobbing, and Derek freezes. What the hell do you do when a complete stranger walks into your apartment and starts crying? Especially if that complete stranger is a three year old girl?

“Lydia!” Dinner had been made and devoured, brownies were currently being decimated, and the kids were lumped into a puppy pile in front of the TV. Stiles finally had a minute to himself while they cuddled and got wholly enamoured with Brave for the billionth time, so of course he immediately shut himself in the bathroom and plastered his phone against his ear. “Lydia, oh my god—”

“Breathe, Stiles!” Thank god she could hear the elation in his voice, and didn’t freak out at his frantic greeting. “You’re going to have a stroke. It’s good news?”

“This better be fucking life-or-death, ballbag,” Jackson said from somewhere in the background.

Write Me Love Notes in Glitter Glue - Steter AU

Stiles is a single dad with two kids, and a real contempt for the status quo. Peter is a kindergarten teacher with an army of loyal little minions, and maybe a few ulterior motives.