#like an au were talia decided she missed her baby

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I dont think we as a society do enough with the fact that in current dc continuity the original story of how Damian was born is canon and that technically includes the bit were Talia gives Damian up for adoption as she thought that would be what's best for him bc there's a lot that can be done with this

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So in my Reclamation AU prequel after Bruce Wayne adopts Dick, well actually I should mention the rumors before he adopts Dick the thh ethe th. Okay when he got back, wait should I mmention before too? Nahhhh more backstory to actually further down the storyline, weirdly enough that the past and future are linked together for some reason. (TW mentions/implies of homophobia and bi erasure and pedophilia and slut shaming)

So when Bruce gets back home after being legally classified as missing and dead, he assumes a neutral persona of socialite. But the missing gaps get filled in of vacations or illegal sites or something wild. Bruce decides to use the weird playboy assumption to his advantage and uses his looks to try going on dates with people.

Then, he decided to use modeling to also hinder any suspicions, he couldn’t show his scars so he went with clothing. He somehow made tons of model friends where he got them to pretend date him for publicity. Between the models, they think he either has an ego, has a secret lover, or is gay. Now the socialites and public see the fake model dates between the few real dates. Socialites get jealous and starts making up stories like “yeah we totally slept together (fuckkkk why doesn’t he like me???)” or “y’know it’s kinda weird he never keeps any of those hotties it’s almost like he’s a bad boyfriend or there’s something wrong with him yeah? (Please please please date me instead)”

(almost forgot) I already mentioned Selina, but her rumors consisted of slut shaming, and the infantilization of Bruce. Talia is actually included for a small while (idk how to make the timeline work, so I think it’s just easier if I just don’t think about it? Intentional plot hole). So to work with my timeline, either Talia already had a baby before Bruce gets back to Gotham, or they have a fling almost right when he gets back home. Either way, the media thinks she’s one of Bruce’s foreign flings from vacation (true actually), so they kinda dismiss her as a partner candidate. She doesn’t gets brought up again until later when i figure out if she needs to meet with Bruce again before Damian. Most of Bruce’s dates include bastardization or angelification, zero in between because nuance doesn’t exist (drama is always extreme, which imo is stupid but whatever).

After Bruce adopts Dick, things take a major turn for the worst. A single father not marrying when becoming someone’s guardian??? What’s wrong with him!!! The biggest conclusion created the pedophilic rumor. “He must’ve not stayed with anyone because he likes kids!!!” This lead to the other rumor to take a twist, homophobia.

So out of pure plot convenience, Clark at some point gets in touch with Bruce to talk about the Justice League, but that gets turned into a fake relationship. See the only way to distill rumors is to use more rumors! Obviously. Idk how to deal with Clark’s reputation, so I’m making it technically a fake secret relationship that protects Clark’s identity mostly. Anyways, now the rumors leaned into the gay rumors instead of the homophobic rumors, society started saying the pedophilic rumors are homophobic. Blah blah blah and then people got “scared” of getting “canceled” so they reverted back to the average playboy stance. This has made lasting impacts towards both Bruce’s and Dick’s lives but yeah they’ve moved on.

(Honestly i just wanted to explain the fake secret relationship plot point but now I really wanna go for all the rumors)

The gay rumors including the (fake) secret relationship really got the media questioning who he’s in romantic/sexual cohorts with, male specific only. It affected some characters to distance themselves…

Jason got classist rumors and reputation, which turned into “missing or dead” rumors just like Bruce had so lots of people were expecting him to come back. Tim was basically “the perfect child” since he was already upper class and he was considered most likely to run the Wayne business in the future. Damian had two sides where one was racist and blamed Talia for existing, and the other side where they blamed Bruce for being reckless. Cass had the standard stereotypes but with ableism included. Steph never appeared in the news besides as Tim’s ex. Barbara only showed up as Gordon’s daughter.

Actually Barbara got the “dating Bruce” rumors with Bruce but that never went anywhere significant, just made things awkward between them and with Gordon. (It’s sorta related to another side plot but i don’t feel like sharing here).

Duke appeared as an adoptee but also not because he avoided the Wayne’s reputation. He gets a passing mention as someone who sometimes takes refuge in their house, as if he was never there, but he sometimes is but he just gets ignored for probably racist and classist reasons. Among Duke’s citizens group of people near him totally know him as the guy with a rich guy’s backing tho. (I have completely different ideas for him, i’ll do another post later).

Well that was fun

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Damienette arranged marriage part 4

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @thyladyanput for idea for Chat Damian and me for the plot.

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"Oh god! Oh god! I got to meet MDC! Can I get your authograph?" He was suddenly next to her, holding a copy of the her first album cover she made for Jagged.

"Sure." She signed it and handed it back. It read: 'Good luck TD, MDC'

Tim Fainted.

Marinette was befuddled. She never saw anyone react like that. Sure Adrien once asked her for an autograph, but this was new.

"Forgive Drake. He first got into what he calls 'music' when he saw the new glasses Jagged Stone wore in Paris." Damian said, looking almost bored with his brother's antics.

"Really?"

"You should have seen him. He also wanted to figure out MDC identity. After three nights he had nothing. We had to cut the cord from coffee machine in the batcave and force him to go to bed." Dick was laughing at the unconscious brother. Tim was often such a nerd that it was miracle he got Steph to date him. But then again, Demon Spawn just got married.

"Tt. As much as I love to embarrass Drake, it's less fun when he is unconscious and we have other matters to discuss."

"Agreed" Bruce nodded. "Do you know what will you tell your parents miss?"

"Not really... They don't know about this." She gestured around. "If they knew I got married, they would ground me for life. Maman and Papa can get a bit overprotective. Last time I brought a boy home Papa got akumatized and placed me in giant prison of thorns."

"Brr... And I thought that having to duel Tamaranian general to be able to marry Kor'i was bad." Dick chuckled.

"Suckers!" Jason shouted before taking a large swing of the whiskey. "I never had such problems."

"Maybe because you never dated anyone, Flappy Bird" Dick grinned maliciously.

"That's enough! I am trying to have a civilized conversation with my daughter-in-law! If you two idiots don't shut up, I will ground you and give you the Watchtower duty at least until christmas!" Bruce was slowly getting done with this bickering.

"Fine/He started it!" Dick/Jason shouted.

"I don't care. Get out if you wish to continue." Bruce cut them off before they got into another argument and turned to Marinette. "No friends that would cover for you? Or a partner?"

"No..." Every member of the batfam (bar the unconscious Tim) immediately noticed the darker note behind this. "My identity is... was the best kept secret in the world. There were exactly two humans who knew. Me and Master Fu. But he lost all his memories." She hummed for a moment. "Well, now I guess you know too. And the League of Assassins. And Order of the Guardians. Oh Tikki I am an awful Ladybug..."

"You are great Ladybug Marinette. The best one out there." The Kwami reassured her. "Nobody in Paris would do a better job!"

Marinette smiled and calmed down a bit. She was still shaking. Jason gave her one look and tried to handle her a glass of whiskey, but one glare from Damian was enough to make him back away from this idea.

"I have a better question." Dick joined the discussion after he was done with Jason. "What about you and Damian."

"Nobody asked you Grayson." Damian huffed. If it was up to him, he would delay this questioning session to next year. Or decade.

"But he did make a very good point Demon Spawn." Jason supported his older brother.

"I... I don't know. That woman, Talia, said that if we broke this marriage, there would be another war. Who was she?"

"Talia Al Ghul, my mother. She is the current leader of the League of Assassins" Damian explained.

Tim, who nobody noticed woke up, was now sitting back in the computer chair. His face was still pretty much pure bliss, but he was typing like a madman. "There must be some way out of this. It would be easier if we knew the specifics of the marriage contract."

"That's not how it works with the League Drake." Damian scowled. "It's not paperwork. When the ceremony is done, the two people are bound. There is no marriage certificate, there is no marriage license, it's the act that counts." His face was in usual frown.

"So basically the marriage is as well as nonexistent. That's good." Tim grinned, but seeing Damian's face he sensed there was more to it.

"No. That's bad. There is no such thing as divorce in the league, except for killing the spouse."

This caused Marinette to let out a fearful yelp and cuddle to Tikki. But at the same time, Bats noticed that she tensed and prepared to fight. Damian internally cursed himself. He did not want to scarry this girl.

"Don't worry, Miss. Nobody would even consider this." Bruce tried to calm her down.

"We wouldn't, but if the League consider that we are not upholding the marriage, they might go after her." Damian wanted to go and butcher the League. He could do it. Well, everyone but his mother. The young Wayne was unsure if he would be able to do it. For all her faults, he still cared about her.

"Let them try!" Tikki shouted in her squeaky voice. "I will get Plagg to cataclysm this pathetic base of their! Nobody messes with my Marinette!" She protectively flew in front of Marinette, ready to fight anyone who threatened her chosen.

"Maybe let's try to refrain from genocide yet?" Dick asked, half amused, half scared about this. While he was leaning toward believing the threat, the idea that someone so small and cute could take on the whole league was just too damn funny. He then looked at Damian and noticed that the boy had same kind of murderous look. Oh this is too good. He is actually falling for her. He grinned, but decided to at least now don't tease him.

"So there is no way that the two of you just stayed on different continents and acted like this never happened?" Tim asked with resignation.

"It is expected of us to stay together." Damian answered shortly. Marinette felt air leave her lungs like someone just punched her. Her whole life was shattered in the span of a week. What will she tell her parents? And what about school? "I am sorry, Du... Marinette." Damian was tempted to walk to her and comfort her, but he stopped himself. She needed space.

The rest of the Wayne family was stunned. Damian rarely referred to anyone by their first name, much less to strangers. Yet, he was acting very protective and even some dare to say affectionate toward this girl. Tim was starting to think someone did drug him, but rest just smiled. Demon Spawn finally got a crush, and on his wife of all people.

"Wait! There might be a way to deal with it." Tim suddenly brightened. "Or at least delay this."

"Just spit it, Replacement." Damian tried to frown, but he couldn't deny the hope. At the same time, there was this small tingle where his heart should be. He was happy that maybe Marinette would have a chance at normality, but at the same time he wanted to stay with her. To get to know her. Just what in hell is going on with me?

"First of all, rude." Tim started. "And secondly, we could file for her to get a formal underage marriage."

"And how exactly does it help?" Marinette asked.

"The state of Gotham allows underage marriage from the age of fourteen with court permission, provided the certain age-gap is retained. The procedure is very lengthy though."

"So how does it help Drake. I am very curious what is going in this few brain cells of your." Damian was getting impatient.

"The League should respect that you try to validate the marriage in the eyes of law. So until the court proceeding is finished, you two could stay separate and go about your lives. And with a bit of work, it could last for up to two years before the judge agreed."

"To even file for this, we would need a solid basis." Dick spoke before anyone got hope. Tim pressed some buttons on the keyboard and displayed the copy of the underage marriage act.

"One of the listed reasons is cultural specifications. And most people know that Damian was raised by his mother outside of the States. With a bit of work, I can draft a betrothal deal signed when he and Marinette were still babies."

"So basically we put this in court and then delay this into oblivion?" Jason grinned. "I like this."

"I am impressed Drake. For once you've actually proven to be useful." Damian commented.

"So I would be able to stay here in peace?" Marinette asked shyly.

"For some time, yes. The League should not go against you then, because it's not your fault you can't legally live with Damian yet." Bruce assured her.

"But what about vultures in the media?" Dick asked.

"Simple: classified proceeding. Public won't know anything is even in motion." Drake was getting more and more confident in this plan.

"I would be able to finish my school here." Marinette smiled.

"Yes, you would. I will make sure there will be no complications." Bruce smiled. "But there are two more problems that still needs to be dealt with. Hawkmoth and your parents."

"I will deal with talking with my parents on my own." Marinette reassured them. "But I don't don't know about Hawkmoth. He went silent after the last stunt, but it won't be over until I take away his miraculous."

"Drake will stay here and help you solve this case. He is the most level-headed in this room, so the risk of him falling under Akuma is the smallest." Bruce declared and others nodded.

"Thank you! thank you! thank you!" Ladybug jumped from the chair and hugged Tikki, then Bruce, then Tim.

"It's no problem Miss. I am sorry League ignored your plea for help. It's the least I could do."

"For your daughter-in-law you mean?" Jason grinned. Oh he would not let this die so easily. Demon Spawn would get it this time.

"Nobody asked you, Todd." Damian scowled.

"Please don't fight because of me. I think it's time for me to go face my parents."

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Marinette arrived at her parent's bakery around 10 PM. The lights were still on. She stopped before walking in, taking one more breath to calm herself. She hated lying. She knew that there was no such thing as white lie, not really. Every lie hurt in some way, just not always instantly. She gathered all the courage she could muster and pushed the door, walking in.

"Maman! Papa! I am home!" She called them and there was instantly a commotion on the first floor. "Here we go Tikki. I hope my detention ends before I graduate..." She whispered to her Kwami and prepared to face her parents.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" Her mother barged into the room. "You better explain yourself this instant!" This surprised the girl. She expected her mother to be angry, but also to show some worry. An alarm bell rang in her head. Something was not right.

"How could you?!" Her father was also angry. She could only hope Hawkmoth was still licking his wounds.

"What's going on? Maman? Papa?" She asked in confusion.

"Don't play dumb with us young lady! Alya told us how you decided to run away and try to join Audrey Bourgeois in America!" Her father shouted at her.

"What!? I never did such thing. My mandarin teacher, Master Fu, had an accident. He lost his memory and I was escorting him to the train station for him to meet his friend who would take care of him. You remember master Fu?" She received a nod and continued to bombard her parents with information. It was an advice from Damian. The more she babble the less time they have to actually think this over. "So I handed him over to his friend and they walked into train station, but then I realized I was still holding his luggage and I tried to chase after them. Then, I thought I saw them enter the train, so I followed them, but it turned out this was the wrong train and then it left the station and I was still inside. I panicked and looked for the conductor to sort this out, but he said that they couldn't stop. So I tried to find Master Fu, but he was not there and I immediately got out on the next train station, but I left my purse in the train so I didn't have a phone on me and I had to somehow figure out where I was and then I entered another train, because they said it was going to Paris, but it was misunderstanding and it was coming from Paris and I got even further away, but then I finally got out in some different city, still carrying only Master Fu's luggage and I had to somehow get back to Paris and it took me so long to actually get there and I am sorry that I didn't call but I didn't have any money to pay for a stationary phone and I lost my purse and it would be wrong to go through Master's luggage to get money so I had to sort this out with the train station officials and they helped me get here and I even managed to send the luggage through mail, but only now I got here..." She took a deep breath. Her heart was beating super fast and she was sweating a little bit. Anyone proficient in lies detection could tell this was all bullshit, but luckily her parents wanted to believe her. "What I wanted to say is... I am sorry I didn't call you. I guess I panicked a little."

They hugged her tightly, all three crying a little (her father much). Once they broke apart, she smiled. "Can I go to my room and get some sleep now?"

"Yes. Our little grown up girl." Marinette smiled and was about to run, but she heard her mother continue speaking. "But you are still grounded for two weeks."

"Mom!" She shouted, but smiled and went back to her room.

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Daminette betrothed au part 5

So I have had some crazy writing block so I'm not really sure when this is going to be posted so sorry for the very late post anyway where were we...

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Damian and marinette decided to go on a date to gatham botanical gardens. Once they got there Damian took her on a tour around the garden, until they were told they had to leave because a threat had been called in. Daimen suggested they go to Wayne Enterprises and he could give her a tour of that instead. It was perfect, Mari could see WE on a day his brothers wouldn't be around so she wouldn't ask to see it a day they would be around.

Almost as soon as they arrived Damian was told his father wanted to speak with him, probably about Xander. Marinette went to the cafeteria to get some lunch. When she was looking for a place to sit she recognized one of the men happily chatting at a table with some of his co-workers.

"Dick! Hey," she called. He turned and smiled at her, waving her over. "I didn't know uiu worked here? Oh! How is Mar'i I haven't seen her since last week?"

Dick continued smiling as he said, "Mar'i is with her mother visiting some family, i couldn't go because I have some business here, but they should be home by tomorrow and I'm sure she will be very excited to see Xander at the park again. What are you doing here?"

"Im here on a tour as a date. But he was called away by his boss for something."

"Oh ok, that's cool." He responded. "So did you see the news this morning? The Riddler was caught last night by Robin and Red Hood."

The conversation continued and marinette smiled at the thought that damian had helped put a mad man back into a place where he could get some help.

At the same time Dick was thinking about how his little brother could have gotten killed last night. even though he was proud of damian, it was clear that he had been distracted by something and as a vigilante he couldn't afford to be distracted.

When everyone was finished eating they stood up and walked toward the door, laughing and talking, as marinette told them her date was done and she wanted to continue the tour with him. As she was walking away Dick could swear the man she hugged and went with was Damien. But no he had to be seeing things. Right?

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Tim was downing his third coffee of the day when Dick walked into his office. He was going to need some more coffee.

"Hey Timmy, I was wondering if you could look up Marinette dupan-chang. I think I may have just seen her hug damian and not have her arms removed from her body. Not even a finger."

"I'll send you whatever I find." Tim said. he was far too tired to unpack whatever it was Dick just said, all he heard was "Marinette dupan-chang" and "hug damian". which sounded interesting but he was looking into a partnership with several other big companies to have a charity for art (again) and a murder case simultaneously. So it might have to wait until he was more awake to deal with that.

"Great, send it to my personal phone." Tim nodded and got back to work on his two projects, but the idea of someone hugging damian was just too tempting. He pulled a second laptop onto his desk on top of the laptop he already had and the keyboard of his desktop computer.

He learned that marinette had gone missing at the same time as damian and after several months she was found at the ege of France. She gave birth to a baby boy shortly after that which meant she had gotten pregnant while she was missing. At the same time damian was missing. And the same time the hero of Paris had gone missing.

Tim wasn't an idiot he was actually kind of a genius. And these dots weren't hard to connect. Marinette was probably kidnapped by Talia, because she was ladybug, at the sane time damian was kidnapped. She had then had a son whose name was Xander dupan-chang al Ghul Wayne, with no father listed. So damian had a son. Now the question was, did damian know he had a son? He would have to ask one of the two of them. This should be fun.

Tim decided not to tell Dick or Jason what he had learned, not yet. He would talk to damian about it first, find out who all know and then see what happened from there. The one thing that still bothered him though was that marinette had only been seventeen when her son was born. She had been so young. And she was alone. A single teen mom in Paris, and now in gatham.

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Oooo what's going to happen! How exciting. I hope you guys like this chapter i had some really bad writers block but I'm hoping its better now. I'm also pretty stressed because I have bed bugs. Yay. Bed bugs are awful i don't know were they came from and they are so hard to get rid of its ridiculous. I'm doing everything I can but if you ever get bed bugs I recomend burning your bed, the sheets, the comforter, the carpet in you room, everything, just burn everything and that should fix the problem. Bed bugs are like glitter. Just when you think they are gone boom you see one. Anyway I'm done with that little rant. Um.... tell me what you think and if you want to be tagged. And um if I spelled things wrong or didn't grammar right tell me that too.

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Hey do you know any fics where stiles and allison are twins or siblings. any romantic paring works i just want stiles and allison sibling relationship THANKS!!

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Anonymous said:so im really into this fic ‘the three little hunters’, do you know of any good fics with allison and stiles as siblings? preferably sterek

Here’s an update to our Allison and Stiles!Siblings tag! - Anastasia

Heaven by PrincessaBitchessa

(1/1 I 1,122 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Based off of this post .

The Crown by thatdragonchic

(1/? I 1,360 I Not Rated I Stydia)

What does it mean… to be a monarch? To be a king? What his his place, what is his job? He sits, and he has to wonder, for in the end, Stiles always believed he had more time. He wished he just had more time.

Arrangements by KuteKittehs

(4/? I 1,775 I Teen I Sterek)

Allison Argent is chosen to bind the Argent family and Hale family together by mating with Derek Hale. She falls in love with childhood friend Scott McCall so her twin omega brother Stiles decides to take her place to see her happy.

However, Derek Hale hates omegas.

What’s my name again. by Katie_MichelleAMLFTL

(2/? I 1,939 I General I Scallison)

Allison and Stiles Argent are left alone when their father leaves them behind to go after the rogue wolf that killed his wife, back at home the twins are dealing with problems of their own when a witch passes through and curses Stiles, memories falling away and forgetting basic things Allison is left not knowing how to handle a brother that cant remember her. Her dad’s not picking up the phone and her brother cant remember how to hold a spoon, she remembers her dad once mentioning the hale family and their extensive family library, how they probably had books on magic that the hunters would never comprehend. Allison packs herself and her brother up, making the journey to beacon hills, unknown to them that the majority of the Hale family is gone, that the Alpha pack and a Darach are causing trouble and that the remaining Hales wont exactly be jumping to help any Argents.

What’s hidden under a good facade by YaoiDieHardFanGirl

(1/? I 2,455 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles, Allison and Isaac moves to Beacon Hills in hope of following their dreams and live a life away from the expectations, from their lineage as Argents

But, this place is Beacon Hills, NOTHING ever goes the way anyone wants it to here.

The Death of Me by damnfancyscotch

(1/? I 2,501 I Teen)

Stiles Stilinski and Laura Hale are best friends. Like, the best of Best Friends, capital letters and all.

She’s the peanut butter to his jelly, the cheese to his macaroni. No matter what, it’s always been LauraandStiles.

That’s why it’s so fucking cliche that Stiles is crushing on Laura’s younger brother.

But seriously, when did dorky little Der Bear get so goddamn hot?

—–

“God, Laura’s gonna kill me,” Stiles groans, back arching when Derek sets his mouth on the junction of his neck and shoulder.

“Please don’t talk about my sister right now,” Derek growls as he tightens his hold on Stiles’ hip.

“Sorry.”

Between the Lines by thatdragonchic

(2/? I 3,110 I General I Stydia)

Deep love can be rooted in the strangest of places, even between two friends in a world of teas and ladies. Even after Stiles and Theo take their brides, there was always something there that lingered, something that was rarely sought. Very few saw through it, in fact they have even fooled themselves.=1890’s au

Scattered to the Winds by Ragga

(1/1 I 5,112 I Teen I Chris/Victoria)

Chris watched as Victoria seemingly coiled ever tighter, arms clutched around her stomach as if to protect something that no longer was there. He still remembered how less than two weeks ago they had been lying on this bed together, caressing the bump on her belly, whispering and giggling sweet-nothings to-

He heard the doorbell go.

“Kate?”

Team Beta (Detective Duo) by graveltotempo

(2/2 I 5,413 I Not Rated I Erica/Boyd)

A single picture, and Erica and Boyd go down the detective route to find out more about Stiles and Allison’s true ancestry.

Catch Me If You Can by MadnessofVoid

(1/1 I 5,923 I Teen I Sterek)

Beacon Hills was the first city in California, in the world, that turned the whole soulmate thing into a celebration. There were banners, posters, bumper stickers – the works – every single year. There were even t-shirts being sold that said I Ran insert year And All I Got Was This Stupid Shirt for those that had been in The Run and failed to find their soulmate.

Derek was hoping that this year he wouldn’t get a fifth one.

or

Every year there is a run for humans and supernaturals alike to find their soulmate. Derek’s just never lucky in finding his.

It’s Strange (So Strange) by StupidGenius

(1/1 I 7,912 I Teen I Sterek)

“M’not a little baby.” Stiles huffs. His feet can’t touch the floor where he’s sitting, legs swinging back and forth. “I’m eight years old.”

“Yeah? Well I’m twelve. I’m a big kid now.” He flashes his eyes for emphasis. Stiles doesn’t look impressed.

“You’re not a big kid. Cousin Wednesday says you can’t be a big kid until you’re a teen. You’re not a teen.”

“I am too a big kid!”

Cold Blooded by SammyVen

(3/? I 10,588 I Not Rated I Sterek)

When various hunters start to be killed by an unknown supernatural creature, the Argents decide to call in reinforcements.

I’m Proud of Us. by MataSenpai

(2/? I 14,142 I Mature I Allison/Isaac I MCD)

'Allison is forced back into the Family Business when her father goes missing. Now it’s up to her and her brother to find him. Along the way, they save people, hunt a few monsters, and become a family again.’

The Presidents Son by Some1sprincess

(5/? I 20.323 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles was a normal teenage kid… okay that wasnt true, she was far from normal which is how she found herself taking a bullet for President Talia with the infamous Derek Hale near by.

Rescue Me by DarkAlpha67

(7/? I 20,263 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles had does as promised. With Beacon Hills behind him and his new life as hunter his only reality, Stiles has his future planned out. Hunting monsters with his sister, Allison, by his side and working toward reinstating the Argent name, Stiles thinks he’s put everything behind him, for good.

But Beacon Hills always has a way of drawing you back in.

A Breath of Life by bloodrednight25

(7/? I 24,871 I Explicit I Allison/Derek)

the Stilinski triplets are used to the supernatural world, with their mothers being the Slayers and what not, but for Stiles Stilinski it’s going to be a roller-coaster ride when he meets Stefan Salvatore who pulls him into his dark world; where Elena Gilbert become his best friend and ally.

The Three Little Hunters by damnfancyscotch

(19/? I 34,839 I Teen)

Allison is being groomed to take over the Argent Hunters.

Stiles, her twin brother, is all set to be her Right Hand.

Liam, the youngest, is going to be her Enforcer and training expert.

The three of them are going to be the most dangerous and efficient group of Hunters in the history of their family.

There’s just one little problem…

—–

Their dad shouts, "Is anyone in this house not dating a werewolf?!”

Stiles raises his hand. “Technically, none of us are dating them, per say. We just sort of end up in the same places sometimes and then don’t leave.“ He pauses, then adds, "There may also be kissing but I’m not willing to give any concrete evidence of that.”

Against All Odds by silveritas

(16/16 I 37,236 I Teen I Sterek)

It is a universally acknowledged truth that a single alpha in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a mate.

The Things We Lost In The Fire by Rachel_twentyone

(6/14 I 72,491 I General I Sterek)

He wasted no more time and got under his bed, he crawled until he was all the way back against the wall. He covered his mouth with his hands, they were more steady now. But he couldn’t control his breathing, it would turn him in and Stiles really didn’t want that. His eyes were glassy of the tears that he refused to shed, it wasn’t the time to cry, just until all this was over. He heard someone entering the room, dragging their feet, slowly steps looking for him. Stiles squeezed his eyes and the tears that he was holding on slipped down his cheeks.

Someone was in front of the bed, he knew it but he didn’t dare open his eyes.

"Stiles” His mother whispered with calm soft voice, “Take my hand baby” Slowly Stiles opened his eyes to see, for his relief, that his mother was kneeled with his hand extended toward him waiting for Stiles to grabbed it.

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Don’t Come For His Family | 6,355k

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In the three years Stiles had been with Peter, the man had only talked about his family a handful of times - and as far as Stiles knew had never once spoken to them. So he wasn’t exactly excited to see the mans family, even though that’s exactly what they were about to do.

It does not go to plan.

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Stiles had to let out another sigh. His heart was beating too loud and too fast inside his chest and he looked over at Peter again, trying to force his insecurity to the bottom of his chest. They’d already been through so much together, overcome their own challenges during their time as a couple. They had taken everything thrown at them and tossed it all back, becoming stronger for it. They had stuck through the hard times and they were solid.

This - this was just bigger. This wasn’t them arguing over the bill or Stiles’ eating habits. This wasn’t Stiles freaking out because surely five months was far too soon to move in together. This wasn’t Stiles fucking up Peter’s laundry and shrinking his favorite pair of lazy-day jeans, or Peter ‘borrowing’ Stiles’ paints and leaving the caps off, causing them to dry out. This was Stiles meeting Peter’s family for the first time, and fuck it, he was terrified.

He was terrified.

Stiles was not ignorant to how they looked as a couple. He was fully aware of the picture they made while standing next to each other. Peter, to Stiles’ surprise, was not wearing a suit. Rather he was dressed in black slacks, expensive loafers and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up - if only to bring further attention to his rolex.

The top few buttons of the man’s shirt were undone and his chest hair was peeking out, his hair perfectly styled and beard trimmed short and neat, no more of his god awful super-villain goatee. The man was ridiculously attractive despite the grey edging his hair line.

And Stiles was wearing skinny jeans. Black, rips littering both knees from use, though he had cuffed them in an effort to appear more put together. His hair was askew - as per usual - and his glasses were once again falling down his nose, the thick black rims not staying still.  His converse were scuffed, dirty and worn and in desperate need of new laces.

The shirt he had grabbed this morning was one of Peter’s and it hung loosely on his frame, the low v-neck the man usually wore exposing much more of Stiles’ chest. His neck was decorated with a ring of bruises, indents from Peter’s teeth still pressed into the darkest spots of his skin.

So he knew how the looked together. Peter was more than graceful in his late thirties and Stiles a clumsy, freshly turned nineteen. Peter, the rich and successful lawyer and Stiles, who worked at a small cafe to buy painting supplies. Peter who was made of clean, sharp lines and Stiles who was swirling ink all over and two rings in his left brow.

They looked a certain way and because of that people tended to make assumptions on their relationship. They would assume things worked between them a certain way, or were together for certain reasons, and nothing angered Stiles more. It wasn't so much that people often hinted at him being some kind of gold digging sugar baby, it was the insinuation that he didn’t love the man he was with.

And he did, love Peter. They had been together longer than necessarily legal - Stiles had graduated before his peers, getting his diploma at sixteen. He had then went to college and had met the man soon after.

Stiles had paid a small rent to hang a few of his paintings in a local coffee shop and Peter had contacted him for a commission. Discussion of the piece had turned into coffee dates that had turned into dinner dates that had turned into breakfast dates.

Stiles had moved into the man's penthouse right after his seventeenth birthday and had been together for nearly three years now. And honestly, he wasn’t sure why anyone thought it their right to do so, but permission or not people added their commentary. It wasn’t their relationship, or their life, or their fucking business, but whenever something was even remotely controversial, suddenly it's a free for all.

Stiles had dealt with more than enough during his time at University. He wasn’t shy about having Peter as his partner and would bring the man to outings. He didn’t think it fair that everyone else got to be with their significant others except he, and it annoyed him that it was expected of him to go out on his own. So he brought Peter out, often and shamelessly - the man was hot, okay - and people decided to comment on it. Whether is was the ’wow he’s really old’ or the ’dude isn’t he, like, your dad's age?’ Stiles had heard it all - and all of it was unwelcome.

From what the man had told Stiles about his family, he was preparing himself for the worse. Apparently they were a judgmental group of people and Stiles dealt with that enough in his day to day life. It was hard dating a man nineteen years his senior, even when they lived somewhere as open minded as San Francisco.

So was he excited to meet the man's family? Not particularly, no. Peter had never talked about them in a particularly positive light - going so far as to insult them more than he complimented them. The Hales’ were a relatively large family and apparently they could be opinionated, as well. One of Peter’s older sisters - Talia - was apparently the matriarch of the family, and after his parents passed away had taken on the role of the ‘head’ of the family.

She was married and had five children - though there was a considerable age gap between her three older ones and her younger two, Cora and Dylan being nine years apart, the biggest age gap between Laura and Alexander at 13 years. Then there was Peter’s other sister and her husband with their twin girls, one married and the other engaged.

They were all going to be at the dinner.

The dinner they were standing outside of. Or, technically they were standing outside the house, but specifics. Stiles was holding a hideously baked pie - trying desperately to stop the shaking of his fingers. Peter was holding a canvas - large, and he struggled to carry it one handed - a piece he had painted exactly for this night. It was a wonderful mix of colour and texture and it had been something Stiles had been working on for the past few days, trying to quell his anxiety over the night's events as he powered through the work.

Peter had told him he was being silly every time Stiles refused to join him for meals, too engrossed in his work to leave. Though, he was also the same man who had admitted he had not seen his family for three years because of how crazy they all supposedly were. Really, Stiles had no idea why they were even here. Okay, well that was not true. Apparently Laura had seen Peter out and about in Beacon Hills and had told her mother who hadn’t stopped calling Peter until the man finally answered.

Stiles could attest to this, since he had sat beside the man and they watched call after call be sent to voicemail. They had ate dinner with Stiles’ father, gone for a quiet walk around the little park at the edge of town and then had a nice round of slow, sweet sex. When Peter finally checked his phone before bed his missed calls had been in the two hundreds and they had both stared at the phone wide eyed as it started to ring again.

At that point Peter really did answer it, if only to yell at his older sister. Somehow the man had agreed to dinner - though the man had admitted it was just to shock his family with his ’hot young piece of ass’. Stiles had smacked the man over the head then flushed at the compliment - even after years of being together still embarrassed when Peter complimented his body.

While Stiles enjoyed the compliment, he did not enjoy the insulation and Peter knew that, knew how sensitive Stiles was about that sort of comment. So in apology the man had woken him with breakfast and a blowjob and Stiles had quickly forgiven him, though he did force the man to cuddle for the rest of the day - ignoring the fact that they would be meeting the man's whole family that evening.

When evening did come Stiles had just sighed dramatically, dressing easily and pulling the pie he had made the night before. He wished a good night to his dad, the man laughing at his dramatics as he pretended to faint in the doorway - claiming illness so he could stay home.

Peter had not let him stay home.

Peter had also just rang the doorbell, the traitor, so Stiles plastered a smile onto his face, his hands shaking under the pie tin. He hoped it wasn’t obvious, especially given how ugly the pie was to begin with. He was an artist, he was not a baker and he told Peter that, explained to the man that there was a reason Stiles hadn’t once baked in their entire relationship. The man had just instead they make something, and while making a mess of his father's kitchen had been fun, the result was hideous.

Stiles was not sure what he was expecting when the door opened but having to look down was not it. The boy in the doorway was wearing cargo shorts and a neon yellow shirt - his hair even messier than Stiles’. The boy just looked up with big eyes, his small hand holding the door open.

“Hello, Uncle Peter,” The kid said with zero affliction, his voice incredibly flat.

“Hello, Alexander,” Peter said equally without tone, but a moment later both smiled wide, the boy throwing himself at Peter’s legs.

Alex pulled back and Stiles watched with a tilted head as the boy stared up at Peter before reeling back and punching the man in the stomach, “That is for going three years without so much as a phone call!”

“Well you could have called me,” Peter argued, though his free hand was holding his stomach. The punch had looked a little painful.

Stiles was almost proud of the look the kid leveled his boyfriend - he hadn’t realized so much attitude could exist in such a small body, “I am thirteen. I do not have a phone.”

Stiles snorted at that causing the boy to look over at him, “Uh hi?”

“Who is that?” Alex asked, looking back up at his Uncle.

“That is my boyfriend.”

“He’s pretty. Marvel or DC?” Stiles ignored the first part of the comment, though Peter did make a questioning noise at the assessment.

“DC, duh.”

“Uncle Peter, I approve.” Stiles smiled wide, offering the kid his fist and internally jumping with joy when the boy bumped theirs together, finally moving aside to let them step into the house.

“Small one, take the pie.” Peter said to the boy, smiling when the kid grumbled.

Stiles had never really thought about children. Sure, he had always sort of wanted his own, but it was more of a far off, abstract idea. He had definitely never thought about having kids with Peter, though it was less to do with the man and more to do with the fact that he just - hadn’t. Spending the rest of his life with the man? Yes, he had thought about it and yes, he was planning on doing so. He couldn’t see himself being with anyone else, didn’t even want to think about it.

But he was still young, in absolutely no rush to  have kids but - but he couldn’t help but thinking what Peter may want. The man was nearly forty, surely he would want to have kids soon? Unless Peter didn’t want to kids at all, which Stiles really hoped wasn’t true. Seeing him interact with his Nephew was giving Stiles a fairly good preview as to what Peter would be like as a dad, and even if he hadn’t thought of it before now, he wanted.

He passed the pie off to Alex who was dutifully holding his hands out and he stepped closer to Peter as the man ruffled the boy's hair before sending him off. Stiles wrapped an arm around Peter’s waist and stepped close, the man smiling softly down at him.

“Do you want kids?” Stiles blurted out - and okay, not how he was going to do it. Though in all fairness, nothing ever worked out how Stiles thought it would.

“Well, I would like to, one day,” The man said, cocking his head to the side as he continued to look down at Stiles

“Like, when one day? And how many?” Stiles asked excitedly, smiling wide up at the man. Peter also wanted kids, score!

“Is this really a conversation we should be having right now, darling?” Which was a good point, and Stiles flushed slightly, turning his face into Peter’s neck.

They stayed like that for a long moment before Peter stepped back, leaning Stiles’ painting against the hall for later. The house had seemed big from the driveway and it looked far larger now that they were inside. The ceiling was high and they were in a sort of entry way, closets on both sides of the front door. Peter took his hand and pulled him further down the front hall, a staircase set into the wall at their left. To the right was a large living room, big, L shaped couches and loveseats scattered about. The entertainment table was large, shelves surrounding a big TV.

There was a fair bit of art on the walls and Stiles was already feeling better about his decision to bring something. He startled when a head popped up from behind one of the couches, a small boy peering over the arm. The kid looked young and Stiles was having trouble placing him. Peter had told him about his family and Stiles had taken notes, quizzing the man until he was sure he would know everyone's name by the first moment he walked into the house. The boy walked over slowly, shyly stepping in front of Peter before he looked up.

“Dylan, this is Stiles,” Peter introduced, crouching down the boy's level. Stiles didn’t have a lot of experience with young children, and he knew Dylan was ten, though he hardly looked more than six or seven.

The boy blinked up at Stiles though he didn’t say anything for a long moment. When he did finally do something it wasn’t to talk, instead he stepped forward until he was standing directly in front of the man and poked him on the wrist. Stiles had a grayscale butterfly there, one of the many, many tattoos he had. It was fairly large, overall the size of his palm and it wrapped around his wrist.

The wings were incredibly detailed and it was one of the first pieces Stiles had got, his friend Erica still training but already an amazing artist. He got a great deal because it was done by an ‘ammature’ and was still one of the better pieces he had.

“That’s cool,” The boy breathed with wide eyes still poking at the ink.

“Thanks!” Stiles said happily, crouching down so he was eye level, “Do you like the butterfly? Because I have another on my back if you want to see it?”

The boy just stared before he started nodding rapidly and Stiles grinned wide, turning and lifting his shirt to show off the collection of butterflies he had on his lower back. Fingers ghosted over the ink there, small fingers gently stroking the skin along his side. Stiles grinned up at Peter only to find the man watching them with a warm smile.

’I love you,’ The man mouthed at him and Stiles smiled wider, his heart fluttering stupidly in his chest when he mouthed it back

“What’s this one?” Dylan asked, his fingers pushing harder against the middle of his spine.

“That is a sprig of lavender.” Stiles said, biting his lip to try and control his smile.

He loved when kids enjoyed his tattoos. They still weren’t as accepted as he would like and he was used to getting strange looks because of them. So for Dylan to be so curious and to be getting to much enjoyment out of them pleased him, especially because the boy had seemed so timid at first.

“It’s pretty.” The boy said and the awe was apparent in his voice.

“It smells good to!” Stiles said, resting one hand on Peter’s thigh to help keep his balance when Dylan pushed harder against his back, laying his palm flat against Stiles’ skin.

“So cool,”

“Dylan!” A woman called, startling the boy so bad he would have fallen if Stiles hadn’t whipped around right away, catching the boy and tugging him against his side with his free hand.

“There ya go, buddy,” Stiles said once the kid had regained his balance, flashing the boy a smile as he tugged his shirt back down just in time, since a tall woman strode in, wearing slacks and a blazer and looking entirely too put together in the soft light of the room.

Peter had straightened his back as soon as he heard the woman's voice, his ’I am an amazing lawyer and will take all your money’ smirk firmly in place. Stiles thought it looked a little less intimidating without the goatee, but he did not regret making the man grow the thing out one bit.

Stiles stood when the woman entered, having made sure Dylan was good on his own. Peter took a step forward, putting himself between Stiles and the woman, presumably one of his sisters. Stiles wasn’t sure if it were Talia and Marissa, both being close in age and apparently having similar appearances. Though by the outfit and the tightness of her posture, Stiles had to guess it was Talia.

“Peter! When did you get in?” Talia - certainly Talia if the way Peter’s shoulders tensed further was anything to go by - asked, ushering Dylan out of the room and back down the hall without a word.

“Talia,” Peter said flatly, not stepping up to shake the outstretched the hand. Stiles looked between the two nervously, shifting his weight to one foot - Talia’s eyes snapping towards when as he did so.

“Oh, and who is this?” She asked and Stiles didn’t know her, but she could tell the cheer in her voice was faked.

“This is Stiles,” The man said simply, offering out his elbow and Stiles stepped forward to take it, wrapping his hand softly around the mans arm.

"Peter you never told us you married!" Talia exclaimed and Stiles watched as she smiled, fake.

"That would be because I never did, sister dear," Peter’s voice was colder than Stiles had ever heard it, and it made him look over at the man in concern.

"Well, who is this if not your stepson!?" Peter bristled at the comment and Stiles was having none of it. You did not come for his family.

He sidled up close to the man's side, plastering himself to his boyfriend's body and looping an arm around his neck, tangling his hand in the man's hair and pulling Peter’s face into his neck. His let his other hand rest on Peter’s chest, tucking a few fingers into the gap between two buttons and turning his head to look at Talia.

“Sweetheart, I thought you told me your mother died? Who is this woman?” Stiles asked, smiling just as widely and just as falsely as Talia was - after all, he learned how to deal with bullies long, long ago.

The insult hit its mark and the woman took a step back, hand going to cover her mouth, “I am his sister.

“Oh dear! I am so sorry,” Here Peter buried his face deeper into Stiles neck, chuckling silently against his skin, “I just assumed that with your age…”

“Why yo-” Talia began, though she was cut off when a girl Stiles’ age came barreling into the room, jumping onto Peter’s back and knocking both himself and Stiles off balance.

“Uncle Peter!” The girl shouted, disentangling herself from her Uncle only to stare at Stiles for a long moment.

Stiles was sure he knew her, but he couldn't quite decide who she was. He then felt incredibly stupid for not making the connection earlier and smiled wide at the girl, before exclaiming, “Cora Hale!”

“Stiles Stilinski!” She called with just as much enthusiasm, rounding Peter for a hug that Stiles gladly accepted.

“Dude,”

“Dude,”

“Dude,” She said again, looking between himself and Peter. Stiles just nodded and smiled smugly, stepping closer to the man.

“You two know each other?” Peter asked and they both smirked at the man at the same time before bumping fists, much like he and Alexander had done.

“Also,” Cora said, before turning and punching Stiles hard in the arm, “That is for disappearing!”

“I did not disappear!” Stiles exclaimed, rubbing at his arm, “I graduated.”

“You did what?!”

“Yeah, I took extra classes each year and summer, then I graduated and went to San Francisco like we always planned and I got a job as a barista,” Stiles explained, greatly over simplifying his struggle, and the help he ended up receiving from Peter.

“Do you still paint?” She asked, her eyes bright with excitement. They had taken art all throughout school together, often being the top of their class.

“Yeah, that’s how I met Peter,” Stiles admitted, pointing to the hall, “I brought a piece for the house.”

“Yeah,” Cora began, scrunching up her face, “I can’t believe you’re fucking my Uncle.”

“Cora!” Talia loudly scolded, alerting them to her presence. Stiles had figured the woman had left, but it seemed as though her and Peter were stuck in some sort of staring contest. Peter still looked stiff and Stiles smirked before he sauntered closer.

He looked over at Cora and shot her a wink before once again tangling his hand in Peter’s hair, though this time he brought their mouths together, licking inside the man's lips and sucking on his tongue, moaning lowly as he pressed their bodies together. He was mostly putting on a show, though Peter was an amazing kisser. Either way it was hard to pull back, though when he finally did the man's face was flushed and Cora was giggling.

Talia looked horrified.

Perfect.

“Come, I want to meet everyone else!” Stiles demanded, dragging Peter by the hand and linking arms with Cora on the way, walking past Talia in obvious dismissal.

Apparently, the kitchen was down the hall. After passing the living room the house opened up wide, on his left an extravagant dining room and his right a large kitchen. A couple was standing at the island, talking lowly to one another and by the ages Stiles figures it were Marissa - Peter’s other sister - and her husband, Austin.

“I’ll meet you guys out back!” Cora called with a grin, alerting the two to their presence as she slipped past the hall and out the back door, leaving the sliding glass open behind her.

Peter offered his elbow once more - Stiles taking it with a kiss to the man's cheek - and led them forward, smiling widely at his older sister. It was nice to see Peter so happy to see someone. Sure, the man had friends back home - they both did - but most of Peter’s friends were work friends, other lawyers - and most of them were just trying to get a leg up in their world.

Peter’s practice had been successful for the half decade it had been around, and it wasn’t unusual for the man to come home from lunches muttering about corporate sharks. Thankfully he had joined a basketball team a couple of years ago. It keeped Peter active and in shape - why the man was glad he joined - but it also gave him people who he could socialize with in a healthy way - was Stiles was glad he joined.

“And this is my other sister,” The woman was gorgeous, and although she did look like Talia, the woman's face seemed much younger - smiles lines and crow's feet sat etched into her skin while Talia had deep wrinkles running across her forehead, around her mouth. Marissa had aged with grace, the happiness she lived through clear on her face while Talia only looked like stress.

“Oh good! I have been waiting to meet you,” Stiles said, smile genuine. Because of everything he had heard from Peter, Marissa - and Cora - were some of the only family Stiles didn’t already dislike. So when the woman opened up for a hug Stiles went with it, allowing the woman to pull him in.

“Brother, introduced us!” She demanded with a laugh and Stiles grinned at his boyfriend, watching him smile softly

“Stiles this is Marissa, the sister I actually love, and Marissa this is Stiles, light of my life,” The man said, ending the sentence with a slight bow and Stiles snorted at the man's dramatics, turning to drop a quick kiss to the man's shoulder.

“Peter has never brought anyone home before, you must be special,” She said with a smirk and Stiles’ own softened into something sweet.

“Well I’d hope after three years…” Stiles trailed off, sending a teasing grin at the man and missing how Marissa’s mouth dropped open in shock as she gaped at the older man.

“The-three years?”

“Yes, sister.” Peter said, and they shared a series of looks that apparently constituted a conversation, since they both seemed to be on the same page when Peter finally nodded, only looking away to face Stiles, kissing the boys cheek.

“Uhm, so…” Stiles trailed off, unsure of what exactly just happened.

“So! Come and meet my girls!” Marissa said, grabbing Stiles and pulling him outside, both men trailing behind them.

The backyard was large, backing the preserve. There was a large table set up in the middle of the yard, delicately decorated. It look more like it was for show than practical use, especially sitting on grass. The table was a dark wood, covered in a cream table cloth and set with expensive looking plates and glasses. There was a bottle of wine on each end and another, smaller table with just two plate settings that Stilles assumed were for the boys.

It was outrageous, Stiles thought, though he only had so long to stare before Marissa was dragging him across the yard, barrelling towards two girls who look older than himself.

The twins looked much like their mother, though they made Stiles a little uncomfortable. Their introduction had been a little awkward, and it was clear neither girl particularly cared for their Uncle. He also couldn’t help but feel strange that he was younger than all the man's family - save Talia’s two younger sons and Cora, who he was the same age as. Besides that, neither girl seemed particularly welcoming, though Stiles did have a decent conversation with Mike, Crystal’s financé, about video games.

It was just - their age difference was obvious yes, but not to each other. It didn’t come up in their daily life as a couple, and sure other people were quick to point it out but in all honestly they didn't go out all that much. Stiles was an artist first and foremost and while he was taking part time classes at the local college, he spent most of his time working on commissioned pieces or working shifts at Starbucks, enjoying the job even if he no longer needed the money.

Peter just worked a lot, and they would often be in their office/studio, both working, existing together in companionable silence. So, the age gap in their relationship was not very often relevant to them, and Stiles didn’t like being put into situations where it was. It wasn’t as though he wanted to ignore it or pretend it away, it was that it didn’t matter.

Soon enough Talia was calling for dinner, her voice ringing clear as Marissa’s husband, another man around the same age and one only a few years older than Stiles began carrying out trays of food. Stiles was a little surprised that they didn’t have a service for this, but he figured that may be a little too much even for Talia.

He took his seat beside Peter, sitting on the far side and leaving a few empty seats next to each of them. They were the first to sit and figured there were sitting in the most neutral position possible. Marissa had sat next to Peter and Cora had sat next to Stiles, bumping their shoulders together and grinning.

Stiles had to admit he did not listen to Talia’s speech. Peter’s hand was a comfortable weight high on his thigh and he was fiddling with the man's fingers, distractedly tracing shapes and designs into the mans skin. Talia sat herself at the end of the table and her - at least Still assumed the man was Patrick - husband sat at the other. The rest of the kids - Talia’s and Marissa’s children - sat on the side opposite Stiles and he couldn't say he was glad when Laura sat across from him.

He - he knew about Laura. Stiles’ father was the Sheriff of the town and he was a respected, well loved man. The people of the town adored him and even though he was getting old, he was still more than competent at his job. Laura - Laura was a recent officer and one who thought she knew how to do everything.

Often during their second-nightly phone calls his father would complain about the girl questioning his work, or how he assigned shifts, or his authority. And it wasn’t just his father, either. Jordan Parrish was like a brother to Stiles, the man having been on the force since the boy was thirteen. They had developed a deep friendship founded in Star Trek and never looked back. They still talked at least once a week and although Jordan had a very obvious crush on his father, they were close.

Jordan had also been quick to point out Laura’s flaws, ranting about the new girl who thought she was all that. And it wasn’t just his dad Laura criticized, either. She was quick to go after Jordan, picking apart cases the man was working on and trying to poke holes in his theories or tarnish his witness’. Really, she was a bitch who thought herself better than others, and Stiles wasn’t surprised now that he had met both her and Talia.

It was quite after Talia’s toast and Stiles was just happy to be able to eat. His pie was sitting in the center of the table, looking even uglier now that it was on display next to fancy, expensive food bowls and servings instruments. He loaded Peter’s plate - the man engaged in conversation with his sister - before going about making up his own, really only grabbing from the things he or Cora could reach.

“So Stiles, you never did mention what you do for a living?” Talia asked, staring down the table at him. He had only just taken his first bite and although the chicken were good, it was rather bland.

“I’m an artist, actually,” He said, grinning. He was good at what he did and he figured he was allowed to be proud of himself for it.

“Oh,” Talia said, disapproval heavy in her tone, “How exactly does that work.”

“I personally work on a commission basis. So people will essentially hire me to paint a specific painting,” Stiles tried to explain it as simply as he could. He didn't have the energy to explain how his business worked to someone who so clearly did not care, either.

“I see.” Thankfully Talia had turned to her food, and the dinner had continued on. Cora pulled Stiles into a conversation about San Francisco, and Stiles began excitedly telling her about their life there, waving his hands as he spoke.

He was startled out of his conversation by Laura, an ugly smirk on her face when she asked, “So Stiles, how old are you, anyway?”

“Uh, yeah I’m nineteen?” Stiles admitted with a shrug, the entire table going quite as he did so.

“I mean I already knew that,” Cora added, sending a small smile to Stiles. He was thankful for her support, and god he hoped they could reconnect. He had missed few people, but she was one of them.

“You know what, this all makes a lot more sense now,” Laura muttered, taking another sip from her wine cup. Stiles wanted to punch her, a little.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, just the arrangement you two have.” She said it like it were simple, an accepted fact that the others were all in on. At this point Stiles really wanted to punch her.

“Are you seriously implying that I’m what? His sugar baby? A whore?” Stiles spat the word, old hurt quickly resurfacing. If there was one thing dating an older, financially successful man caused, was name calling. It may have been easier if Peter was nothing more than a sugar daddy, but he wasn’t. Stiles loved the other man, planned to spend the rest of his life with Peter. He hated when people insinuated he was only with the man for his money because it wasn’t true.

“Look, the gig is up. We all know what’s going on.” Laura said again, smile still on he face.

“No, I really don’t think we do?” Cora added from his side, squeezing his knee under the table.

“I mean, why else would anyone be with Peter? It’s not like Stiles would be with him willingly!” She laughed then, looking around as if to see who else would agree. Other than Talia, no one looked interested what so ever. Peter’s hand had gone tight on his thigh, the man's jaw set heavily.

Peter - Peter had been treated badly before. It took nearly two years to find out a little more about the man's dating history, and Stiles could understand why. Peter had dealt with people dating him strictly for his money before, one girl going so far as to be with him for over two years. Peter had proposed - and Stiles could guess that was why he had yet to do the same for Stiles - only to find out the girl had been with him strictly for his money, and had taken off.

Stiles couldn't even imagine what that may feel like, but he knew how deeply it haunted Peter. The rockiest parts of their relationship had been due to the money imbalance, and Stiles had kept his job at Starbucks and a separate bank account in case they ever broke up - at Peter’s insistence. It had taken Stiles months to convince the man he really cared for him, that it was more than the material things Peter could provide that attracted him.

“You really don't need to pretend. I mean, we all know what happened with Ashley.”

“Say one more word about him and I swear to god you’ll never work so much as a security position in all of California!” Stiles hissed, slamming his hands flat on the table and leaning forward, staring her down until she relented, shifting her eyes and hunching her shoulders forward.

“How dare you talk to my daughter that way!” Talia protested, glaring at the boy.

“Hey, hey! How about you shut up, sit down, and the rest of us will go back to pretending that we don’t know you’re a money laundering, whore buying bitch.” Stiles said cheerfully, grinning wide at the other woman, “Oh, wait was that a secret?”

Stiles watched with disinterest as the woman screeched, throwing herself out of her chair before literally throwing her wine at Stiles, the liquid soaking his hair and dripping down his face. Stiles carefully picked up his napkin and dabbed the wine out of his eyes, not a care in the world. At least, that’s what he hoped he looked like.

“That was so much fun!” Stiles exclaimed, giggling as he watched Patrick all but wrestle Talia into the house, literally picking her up and carrying her inside the house, the door slamming behind them.

“Well, it was lovely meeting most of you!” Stiles exclaimed, raising to his feet and clapping his hands together to hide how they were shaking.

That - that did not go over as planned. He had gotten dirt on Talia as a safety precaution, a last resort. He hadn’t even meant to share any of what he knew, hadn’t even told Peter. He just needed to be prepared for the worst and some of the things Peter had told him about his sister had made him overly cautious. And he knew what he had done maybe wasn’t right - definitely wasn’t legal - but he had a super lawyer for a boyfriend, and if it could get Peter’s shoulder to relax and his jaw to unclench, he’d do it.

He pulled the man out of the backyard, circling around the house instead of making his way through, not willing to see Talia again. He had no idea what could be happening right now, and frankly had no pleasure to find out. He knew he had probably ruined any relationship he would have with a portion of Peter’s family, but he couldn’t bring himself to care - not when they acted like that.

“Marry me,” Peter breathed against Stiles neck. They had just made their way to the car when Peter had spun him around, pining Stiles to the jeep door and pressing their bodies together, mouthing at the boy’s skin.

“I'm sorry,” Stiles muttered, embarrassed.

“I’m serious.” Peter insisted, voice cracking, and he leaned back to look at Stiles with tears in his eyes, smile on his lips, “I love you, I love you. Marry me?”

Stiles could only nod, laughing bright.

[safitheartist]

Little drabble for father’s day! Set in my redemption au for Talia.

Talia stared at the back of the computer chair, the batcomputer chair. She swallowed the lump in her throat, not quiet sure how to approach the man sitting in it. They haven’t talked, really talked, in such a long time and she could feel her nerves getting the best of her. Bruce didn’t adress her yet, but she knew he already noticed her, she didn’t sneak in after all, their son let her come as she pleased now.

She deserved this.

She told herself over and over again. She has been doing her best, searched out professional help, cut off ties with her father and the rest of her family. She has joined support groups, stoped killing if not 100% necessary and has taken on a proper day job, all so she could be part of her son’s life again.

Addapting to any of this wasn’t easy and she wouldn’t lie, she still didn’t agree with a lot regarding this new life style, but, thinking about how much closer she felt to Damian now, it was a sacrifice well worth it.

Damian so far has been accepting, he was suspicious at first but he must have missed her just as much as Talia has missed him. His family, had mixed reactions. Maya, who Talia by now knows is like a sister to Damian, still didn’t seem over their last encounter. She didn’t openly despise her but she always stayed closer to Damian when Talia was around, not for her own sake, she could tell, but clearly with the well being of her son in mind. They didn’t tell her where they were hiding Suren and she guessed that was fair. Duke, the newest addition to her son’s family, seemed more resentful, she didn’t know what exactly he had been told about her but apparently it was enough to dislike her, he would glare her down amd refused to move from Damian’s side whenever she was in the house with them, a protective arm always wraped around him. According to her son Duke was usually a lot more mellow and insisted that he would come around eventually, Talia at this point really wasn’t sure about this. Cassandra is, interesting, to say the least. She didn’t constantly lume around her son like some of his other siblings, but she did make it clear that she would and probably could fight her, in different circumstances Talia probably would have liked to get to know her.

Not all of them were all bad, Jason, as he told her, had her back as long as she didn’t hurt Damian again and Tim Drake, the young man her father seemed so obsessed with, also treated her with respect. “Everyone deserves a second chance,” he would tell her, “Use yours wiesly, for his sake.”

Grayson was one of the most difficult to deal with, he loved her son almost as if he was his own, everybody could tell. He was tolerating her, because Damian asked him to. Talia wasn’t stupid, she could see the hatred in the man’s face and she supposed she couldn’t blame him. She couldn’t blame any of them. It hurt to know people considered her a threat to her son, but it was something she brought on to herself.

Non of them got as much under her skin as the Batman himself though.

She looked at the envelope in her hand, that was it, her putting her best foot forward. So much has happened between them, it felt strange, standing in this cave again. She approached the chair, trying her best to stay calm. He still didn’t even look at her. He hardly did these days. It was nothing, she told herself, he was like this with everybody. It was a lie and one she couldn’t even bring herself to believe. It took all of her strength to not run away that instance.

“Ha-” She cut herself off, using that pet name would be inappropriate, it was too loaded with a past both were better off forgeting. “Bruce.” She said instead, this caught his attention, as he, for the first time since forever it seemed, directed his attention twoards her. To her surprise it was him who spoke up before her, “You haven’t called me that in a very long time.” He noted and Talia felt like the ground under her was slipping away. “We haven’t really talked in a very long time either.” He didn’t respond.

Talia sighed, she lied the envelope on the little tray next to him, “What is that?” He asked and Talia just shock her head, “Take it as peace offering or apology, whatever suits you best.” She turned around, making her way to the the staircase, she paused, looking back with a slight smile on her face, “Happy father’s day.” She said leaving the man looking after her, slightly dumbfounded.

Bruce stared at the envelope, wondering if he should scan it before he opened it. He decided against it, Talia might be a lot of things, but a coward she was not, if she wanted to kill him she would do so on the direct way, he knew she still respected him that much. His relationship with Talia was complicated, he wanted to trust her, if only for their son’s sake, but he couldn’t help his doubts, too much did her betrayl hurt, too much does the knowledge that he missed so many important years with his youngest son. He opened the envelope, carefully non the less, there was a stack of old fotographs inside. It took him a while to process what he was holding in his hands. Tears were swelling up in the corners of his eyes as he stared at the little baby in the pictures, he doesn’t know if he will ever be abled to forgive Talia, too much happened between them, but as he looked at the baby pictures of his youngest he couldn’t help believing that there was hope.

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Coming Home - dad!jason au

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain Pairing: jaydick Summary: He hated long missions like this. But he always loved coming home to the two he loved most. A/N: This is plotless nothing basically. 

Other things for Nevolition’s Dad!Jason AU

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It’d be a long month. A long three months.

But the case was solved. The world was saved. And he, Bruce and Cass could all, finally, go home.

“What are you gonna do first, B?” Dick asked pleasantly, glancing out the window at the city below them.

“Finish the report on this.” Bruce hummed grumpily.

“Yeah, no, you’re sleeping first.” Dick returned with a smirk, before turning to his sister. “You? Hang out with Steph I bet.”

Cassandra just grinned, but shrugged.

“You?” She asked quietly.

“Also sleep forever.” Dick laughed. “Take at least a week off. Maybe even eight days.”

Cass snorted, and it was a good sound. “Baby?”

“Babies don’t tend to let you sleep.” Bruce agreed, almost with amusement.

“I can convince him to take a few naps a day, no worries.” Dick grinned widely, like he always did when he thought of the two boys always waiting for him at the end of a good fight. “Maybe I’ll take him out of school for a week.”

“Dick,” Bruce warned. “You promised you’d stop that.”

“Some promises are meant to be broken.” Dick stuck his tongue out. “Besides, I haven’t done it since before Jay an I got married!”

“Bad habit.” Cass scolded. “Don’t restart.”

Dick grinned at her and winked. “We’ll reassess when I see him, how about that?”

“And no calling Jason’s boss to get him a week off either.” Bruce added. “…You know, have you two thought of calling Damian anything other than ‘baby’? I mean…he really isn’t one anymore.”

“Just because he’s the ripe old age of nine now doesn’t change a single thing, B. You know that.” Dick returned. “He can be seventy, and if I’m still alive, you can bet your ass I’m still calling him baby.”

Bruce merely rolled his eyes, dared to let out a chuckle. “No wonder he calls you embarrassing sometimes.”

“He does not!” Dick gasped. Cass laughed too. “Does he?”

“Last time he came over for a visit.” Bruce hummed. A thing they were trying, these visits. Just Damian and Bruce. Not being father and son, not per say, just. Existing together. Learning about each other. “He claims he’s not complaining, of course, and I don’t think he is. But he said how much you love him is…overwhelming at times.”

“It is just how much my parents loved me-”

“And he wasn’t speaking specifically about you. He was talking about you and Jason as a whole.” Bruce clarified. “He thinks you two need a weekend away. Just the two of you. Without him.”

“You have not done that since before you and Jason married either.” Cassandra reminded playfully.

“I know, I know. Jay and I have talked about it, honestly.” Dick smiled softly, but it was almost sad. “It’s just…I don’t know. With everything that’s happened to us. With that Court of Owls stuff when he was little…not to mention when he was kidnapped about a year ago…we’d spend the whole time worrying.”

“He would stay with us.” Cass decided. “With me.”

“Of course, and it’s not like I don’t trust you guys.” Dick placated. “But…man, Bruce, I don’t know how you did it with all of us, letting us out of your sight for more than a day.”

“Hm?”

“They just grow up so fast.” Dick whispered. “And it’s so corny, but I’m one of those parents – I don’t want to miss a second. Like, if I knew how to scrapbook, I’d have one for every single one of Damian’s years. Even when he wasn’t with Jason. I’d freaking call Talia for the baby pictures.”

Bruce glanced at Cassandra. “I can’t wait until Damian turns eighteen.”

“Shut up.” Dick laughed, shoving Bruce’s shoulder, even as they lowered into the hidden tunnel, and started the last leg to the cave’s parking area. “That’s only nine years away!”

Bruce and Cassandra both laughed, and even if it was at his expense, he relished in the sound.

As the laughter died down, they remained mostly quiet as they raced through the tunnel, and slowly landed on the pad in the hanger. Neither Dick nor Cassandra waited as Bruce shut down and rechecked the systems, both grabbing their bags and heading towards the door.

They had just hit the last of the plane’s steps, when they heard footsteps echoing through the cave. Looked up in time to see not only Damian racing towards them, but Jason trailing slowly behind him.

“Didi!” Damian was shouting, a smile plastered to his face as he ran. “Didi!”

And Dick smiled too. Dropped his bag and took as many steps forwards as he could (so…four) before Damian was close enough and jumped.

Dick caught him out of habit. Easily, like breathing.

And despite the fact that Damian was getting too big for this, too heavy, too old – Dick spun him in circles anyway. Relished in Damian’s laugh as he kissed his face over and over. Held him even as he slowed, ignored the strain in his arms.

It was just like he said. No matter how old he got, Damian would always be his baby.

“Hey, kiddo.” Dick hummed as they stopped. Damian clung to his neck, looking excitedly up at him. “What are you doing down here?”

“We knew you were coming home today.” Damian said simply. “Baba and I have been down here waiting.”

“Oh no, don’t pull me into this, baby.” Jason smirked from a few feet away. “You know the rules. We aren’t supposed to be in the cave. I came down here after you. To drag your lanky butt back upstairs.”

Damian laughed again, leaning his head on Dick’s shoulder. “Baba, another rule is to never lie.” He glanced up at Dick. “He’s been down here for at least an hour.”

“Oh, I bet.” Dick whispered back, kissing Damian’s head, even as he moved towards Jason. Jason met him halfway, let Dick hold him with his free arm, and kiss him softly. “Hey, you.”

“Hello.” Jason hummed back. “Mission go okay?”

“Boring, but otherwise fine.” He grinned, taking in Jason’s face. And his heart hurt a little bit – Damian wasn’t the only one getting older. He could see the lines starting to settle on Jason’s still-too-young face. Where they there before he left? “I missed you.”

Jason smiled softly, leaning down for another kiss. “I missed you too.”

And normal people probably would have let each other go by now. Moved to somewhere more comfortable, the child squirming out of his parent’s arms. But they all stayed there, Damian perched happily on Dick’s hip, Jason wrapped awkwardly in Dick’s arms. “How were things while I was gone?”

“Same old, same old.” Jason shrugged. “Damian got mad at me a lot.”

Damian huffed. “I did not.”

“Why were you mad at Baba?” Dick asked.

Damian looked sweetly up at him. “…He wouldn’t let me call you.”

“It was undercover, Damian. I told you.” Jason sighed, sounded exasperated. “God forbid, someone tapped his phone and found you…”

“I’m going to have to agree with Baba on this one.” Dick nodded apologetically. Damian pursed his lips, and it made Dick chuckle as he carefully put Damian back on solid ground. “But, hey, look. I’m here now. And you can talk to me as much as you want.”

“Because Didi is not taking any more three month long missions for a long time.” Jason called loudly, glancing over towards Bruce, who was already at the computer. “Right, Bruce?”

Bruce grunted.

“Sounds like a ‘no he isn’t’ to me.” Jason hummed. Dick chuckled as he stood back to full height, but kept looking down at Damian. After a moment, his smile waned a little and he carefully ran his hand through Damian’s hair. “…Dick? What’s wrong?”

“Damian, were you this tall when I left?” Dick whispered.

“Nope!” Damian said proudly. “Alfred measured me once a week against Father’s old measurements on the doorframe upstairs. I’ve grown two and a half inches – not even Father was this tall when he was my age!”

“And I missed it…” Dick murmured sadly.

“Oh, don’t start, you didn’t miss shit.” Jason drawled, grabbing Dick’s hands and pulling him closer to himself. Damian scowled up at him as he wrapped his arms around Dick’s hips. Grinned as he looked at Dick’s mouth. “The only thing you missed was-”

“Ew!” Damian practically screamed, stepping back and waving his arms. “Don’t start, Baba! Or at least give me a warning!”

“A warning of what?” Jason asked exasperatedly.

“Don’t play dumb.” Damian scolded. “I heard what you and Uncle Roy talked about while Didi was gone.  I heard you talk about kissing and hands and se-”

“Okay, okay.” Jason hummed hastily, pushing Damian away. “You were supposed to be in bed and asleep when those conversations happened, young man…”

Damian smirked and stuck his tongue out, quickly giving Dick one last hug before scurrying gleefully across the cave to greet Cassandra and Bruce. Dick watched him go with a laugh, before looking up at poor Jason and his now beet-red face.

“…It’s like the terrible twos and puberty all together, except worse because he’s nine.” Jason mumbled in embarrassment. “I guess one thing you did miss is how rebellious he’s gotten without you there…”

“Just like his dad, I’d bet.” Dick grinned smugly. “Remember how rebellious you used to be?”

“We better hope he doesn’t start acting like I did.” Jason snorted.

“Mhm.” Dick hummed, sliding his hands around Jason’s back, and slowly lowering his fingers into the back pockets of Jason’s jeans. “So you talked about me, huh?”

“To anyone who would listen.” Jason admitted. “So…Kory and Roy, basically.”

“Good to know my ex and my best friend know all about our sex life.” Dick laughed.

“Three months is a long time to go without, Dick. And it was either live vicariously through telling someone how…talented you are, or go and cheat.” Jason carefully brushed his lips against Dick’s cheek. “And you know I ain’t the cheating type.”

“Well, then, how about we convince Alfred to order a bunch of pizzas for us, let Damian talk our ears off, then let Bruce and Cassie distract him while we go up to my old bedroom, and you can tell me everything you told Roy and Kory.” He smirked as he tugged Jason closer by the pockets, and slowly squeezed Jason’s cheeks. Jason gasped lightly, and hid his quiet moan along Dick’s throat. “You talked about my hands, right? It’s been three months for me too, love, and they could use some practice…”

“You are the worst.” Jason mumbled into his neck. “We are in public, for god’s sake. I hate you.”

Dick cackled, leaving a kiss to Jason’s face before lifting his hands to his shoulder blades, and holding him as tightly as he could while he looked over at Damian. Damian was laughing at something Cassandra said while climbing all over the back of Bruce’s chair. Despite his age, Dick could still see the little four year old who would cling to his Baba and Didi’s legs. The six year old little princeling who demanded to be held by anyone in sight. The toddler who loved to give kisses.

“He’s growing up so fast…” He whispered into Jason’s hair. Jason shifted, keeping his head firmly against Dick’s shoulder as he looked too.

“Yeah he is.” Jason returned just as softly. “…He looks more like you every day.”

“And he acts more like you every second.” Dick countered playfully. “…Have I mentioned how much I missed you two?”

Jason pulled back just enough to look Dick in the eyes. “You can tell me again, if you like.”

Dick smiled. “More than anything.”

Jason returned the grin, but it faded just slightly, after a second. “…We might not get to fuck tonight like you want.”

“Oh?”

“Damian had nightmares. Most of the nights you were gone.” Jason admitted quietly. “About the Court of Owls…”

“Oh, no…” Dick breathed. “Jason, I’m sorry…”

Jason waved it off. “He just might want to sleep in our bed tonight, is all. So, I’m just saying, if we’re going to bang – and trust me, Dick, we’re gonna – we’re going to have to make it a quickie or in the shower.”

Dick snorted incredulously. “You’re unbelievable.” Jason’s grin brightened again. “And – shower, obviously.”

“That was also my preference.” Jason said, gathering Dick into his arms now, leaning his chin on Dick’s head as they both looked back over at Damian, who was forcing Bruce to his feet, to show Cass just how tall he’d really gotten. “…Do you have another long mission scheduled yet?”

“No.” Dick hummed. “I don’t like them any more than you do, Jay. I avoid them when I can.”

“Okay, I’m just saying.” Jason whispered. “Won’t do any good for you to fix the nightmares and then leave again not soon after.”

Dick glanced up – and he knew. He knew Jason wasn’t just talking about Damian this time.

Suddenly – he wondered just how often Roy and Kory were over. He wondered exactly how many nights Damian had nightmares, and ended up in his and Jason’s bed. Wondered how many nights Jason had nightmares too, and ended up in his son’s room.

Gently, he leaned his forehead on Jason’s. “I’ll talk to Bruce about it, Jason. Don’t worry.”

Jason quirked his lips, even as they heard Damian running back to them. “…Promise?”

And Dick blindly regathered Damian into their embrace, smiling when Damian leaned happily against him. Held his boys like he’d wanted to for the last three months, let his heart flutter and reveled in the sensation of absolute peace and wholeness.

No, no more long missions. No more missing Damian grow up. No more missing Jason. No more being away from his boys.

“Promise.”