An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey, Sheriff Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin
Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, De-Aged Stiles, De-Aged Derek, the pack bonds over toddlers, Peter isn't evil, mostly fluff I think
Summary:
Stiles runs into a witch and as usual, things don't go as planned.
Hey could you do a steter fiction where stiles gets deaged and peter has to look after him and stiles remembers how good peter was with him that he has to say thank you and ask why he volunteered and eventual steter
Sorry for the…delay. (read on ao3, it will become a series)
“No, I am not leaving Stiles with him alone!” protested Scott. Derek’s frown deepenedwhen he looked at him.
“That’s enough! Would you be happier if he stayed alone?This is the only option, Scott.”
“But why Peter? Why not me or Erica?” whined Scott.
“We have a chance to track the witches. Don’t you want toknow how to turn Stiles back? Do you want him to stay as a kid forever?” heraised an eyebrow in question on Scott whose hopeful look disappeared.
“I’m not babysitting. I’ve had enough of my cousins overthe years.” joined Erica.
“Boyd?” asked Scott in faithful voice. He just shook hishead and stood behind Derek.
“We need everyone we can get with us. We’ve been overthis a dozen times already. We’re going, Peter will take care of Stiles,” Derekpointed on a kid currently sitting on the sofa and watching everyone around,“and that’s the end of discussion.” Peter’s smile widened when he looked at Scott.
“Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Well, not anymore.”
Scott looked at Stiles for the last time and whispered tohim. “Don’t worry, Stiles. We’ll be back soon and get you back to normal,okay?” Stiles just looked at him like he had no idea what was going on butstayed still. Then, he slowly nodded and looked at Peter with curiosity in hiseyes.
“Did you test his father?” asked Derek.
“Yeah, I told him we’re at mine having a movie night.” AnsweredScott with a frown on his face.
“Great, now that we solved this, we can get to work.”Erica said, took Boyd’s hand into her own and started pulling him to the door.
“Have fun, Big Bad, don’t eat little Red, though. Thatwould be acknowledged as a rape AND pedophilia.” She smirked at him and left.
Scott’s eyes widened but Derek was already pushing himout of the door.
Silence followed. Stiles looked around and sighed. Thatcaught Peter’s attention and he turned around. Stiles’ big brown eyes found hisand a frown marked his baby face.
He looked around five years old with a soft brown hairfalling in slight curls on his forehead, moles dotting his skin and a littleupturned nose. He looked even smaller in big clothes that didn’t shrink withhim.
“So, how about we go get you some clothes?” he suggestedand reached out for Stiles’ little hand. Stiles’ followed to movement with hiseyes but looked like he didn’t know what to do.
“C’mon.” Peter raised an eyebrow while looking at Stiles.After a few moments Peter mentally jumped because Stiles slowly rolled off thecouch and took Peter’s hand into his own, small fingers getting lost in Peter’spalm.
They walked to the car, Peter sat Stiles next to him, puton his seatbelt and drove them to the nearest mall.
Stiles still hasn’t said anything, which considering histeen years, was more than a little worrying.
He just kept staring around like a puppy, as if he waswaiting for something bad to happen to him.
Peter stopped, knelt down in front of Stiles and lookedat him with serious expression on his face.
“Listen, you may’ve heard some…unfortunate informationabout myself in that quite short period of time you’ve been in this body, but Iwant you to know that I will not harm you in any way, and I will not let anyonedo that either. Quite the opposite, we’re going shopping and you can getwhatever you want, alright?”
“Alright.” whispered Stiles. Peter smiled and they walkedinto the mall together. Stiles being in clothed in big t-shirt and jeans gotmore than a few weird glances on the way to kid’s section but Peter paid noattention to that and neither did Stiles.
“Can I get a Captain America t-shirt?” asked Stilessuddenly.
“Of course, I told you that you can get anything youwant, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.” smiled Stiles.
Peter took some jeans, t-shirts, shoes, jackets, socksand underwear, all with Stiles’ approval while Stiles looked around. When he pickedup a plaid shirt, Peter snorted. Stiles put it back and Peter realized hismistake.
“No, you can take it.” He assured him. Stiles lookeduncertain but his face showed how much he liked the plaid.
“But you laughed.”
“It’s just because I remembered something. I wasn’tmaking fun of you, I promise.” Stiles shoulders relaxed. “Hey, why don’t youtake it in blue too? I like that one even more.” He suggested and hoped thatStiles would quickly forget his mistake. It worked.
Stiles took both and Peter decided that it was enough.
When they got to the paying counter, girl who stoodbehind it looked at them and smiled.
“Is that your son?” she asked.
“No, I’m just babysitting. We played and he got hisclothes messy so we decided to get him a new ones.” He lied quickly withoutbatting an eye. Stiles seemed confused but he was too busy with looking in aweat his new Marvel t-shirt to say something that would blow off Peter’s lie.
“Oh. That must’ve been a fun day then.” she bit her lipwhile looking at Peter. “If you want, you can change his clothes in the fittingroom.” She suggested and handed him the clothes while he gave her his creditcard. He smiled at her back and thanked her. In that moment, Stiles decidedthat he wanted Peter’s attention again and kicked him in the shin. He had asmall frown on his face and frowned at the girl. She looked a little startled.Peter hissed and scowled at Stiles. He looked at him innocently and Petersighed.
“Thank you.” he addressed the girl for the last time andtook Stiles to the fitting room.
“Which one?” asked Peter as he held up a couple of t-shirtsin front of Stiles. He pointed at blue one with Captain America’s shield on itand Peter handed it to him. He took some jeans, underwear, socks and shoes tooand put them on the chair next to mirror. Stiles looked at him in expectation.Peter raised an eyebrow.
“I can change on my own. Imma big boy, daddy says so.”
“So what’s stopping you?” asked Peter.
“Well you! I can’t change when you’re looking at me!”answered Stiles.
“Oh.” Peter laughed and turned around. “Is that better,or do you want me to leave the room?”
“It’s okay, you can stay. But don’t look!” Peter’s shoulders shook in quiet laughter whileStiles changed. After couple of moments of rustling of clothes and a littlenoises of Stiles’ breathing in the back of the room, Peter couldn’t helphimself and asked.
“Do you need help?”
“…I can’t tie my shoes.” answered Stiles after a fewmoments in small voice.
“I can help you with that, if you want.” suggested Peter.
“If you insist.” Peter turned around, knelt and showedStiles how to do it.
“See? It’s not that difficult.”
“Pops was supposed to show me how to do it, but he’s beenworking a lot.” said Stiles.
“I’m sure it’s because he wants to buy you as many Marvelt-shirts as there is in the universe. And he does need money for that, quite alot actually.”
“Oh.” Stiles’ face brightened. “That makes sense.” He agreed.
Peter smiled to himself. How little it takes to keepchildren happy.
“Let’s go, Stiles. We have to head back.” He stood backon his legs, fixed his shirt and looked back at Stiles.
“Hey, Peter?” asked Stiles while they were walking to thecar, one had in Peter’s, the other holding a small bag full of Marvel clothes.
“Hmm?”
“Why do you…why do you keep calling me that name?” Peterstopped.
“Because I don’t know your real name. I don’t think evenScott knows, and he is your best friend.” said Peter.
“He is? That’s great. I always wanted a best friend. Ishe nice? Mama says I should be friends with nice kids.”
“Yeah, I guess he is nice.”
“Good.” Stiles nodded and they kept walking in silence.When they got to the car, Peter put all the clothes in the backseat, helpedStiles with his seatbelt and drove them to the house.
“Hey, Peter?” started Stiles not even a minute into theride.
“Yes?”
“Do you think I could see my parents?” asked Stiles in quietvoice. Peter sighed.
“I’m sorry but you will have to wait for the others.Afterwards, when they help you get better, you can go home.” he explained.
“But I don’t feel bad.” urged Stiles.
“Do you not feel good in my company? Oh no, do you, dareI say it, think I’m boring?”
“NO!”hurried Stiles. “I think you are really funny! The funniestes, Pinky Promise.” assured himStiles in worried voice.
“That’s good. I almost started to worry.”
He parked the car in front of house and they got in. Itwas after 6pm.
“How about dinner?” asked Peter.
“Will you make peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”
“Are you not old enough to do that yourself?”
“Don’t be silly, Mama says I have to turn 7 so I can helpher in the kitchen. She only lets me lick the spoon. It’s not fair, but papa agrees, even though it means that he’s the one thatdoes the dishes.”
“Well you sure talk like a big boy.”
“Mama says it’s because I’m intelligent. Are youintelligent, Peter?” asked Stiles while Peter was making him a sandwich.
“Well, I like to think that I am.”
“Did you go to big school, then? Mama did but papa wentto Police Academy. Did you know my papa is an officer? He takes me with him towork sometimes, but I can’t touch anything, Mrs. Martha is there with me whenpapa is busy fighting villains. Like Batman! Mrs. Martha is nice and brings me cookiessometimes, but she keeps telling my name all wrong.”
Well, it looked like there wasn’t a problem with Stilestalking, once he let Peter in, there was no stopping. Not that Peter minded. Hemissed kids.
Growing up in a big house full of screaming children wasannoying, but he loved them all very much and the empty house only made himfeel sick.
“I did got touniversity, if that’s what you’re asking.” Said Peter after a few moments. “Mrs.Martha seems interesting and yes, I knew your father is a…police officer,Stiles. I met him, you know?”
“Do you know my mama too?” wondered Stiles. He startedeating his sandwich. “This is yummy, thank you, Peter.”
“You’re welcome. I did, a long time ago. She was a friendof my sister. They were a lot like Scott and you, actually, a little lessreckless, but still finding trouble everywhere.”
“What is your sister’s name? Mama would’ve told me abouther, I’m sure.”
“Well, I had two sisters, Talia, the eldest, and Anna. Iwas the youngest so they used to pick up on me and prank me all the time, yourmother too. She and Annie were inseparable.”
“Like Scott and me?” asked Stiles.
“Scott and I.” corrected him Peter. “Yes, just like youand Scott.”
Stiles smiled at him widely and Peter snorted, which madehis smile disappear in a blink of eye.
“You have a peanut butter under your nose. Here let me.” ExplainedPeter, took a tissue from the counter and cleaned Stiles’ face. “Now, that’sbetter. You can get any girl you want.”
“Peter?”
“Stiles?” said Peter while he was cleaning up the counterhe made a mess on while making a sandwich.
“And if I want it to be a boy?” Peter stopped moving andlooked at Stiles’ blushing face.
“I think that you can love whoever you want, it doesn’tmatter if they are a girl, or a boy.” answered Peter honestly.
“Really?”
“Yes. My niece, Cora, she only likes girls and I’m notmad at her. Her brother Derek, the one with a scowl on his face that makes himlook like he has constipation, also likes girls, even though he’s not reallylucky with them. But I still love them the same way I did before I found out.It doesn’t change anything.” assured him Peter.
“….what about you?”
“Well, I don’t really care. As much as the person isnice, it doesn’t really matter.”
“Like Scott nice? Or Mrs. Martha?” Peter laughed.
“Mrs. Martha seems like a nice lady, but I don’t reallyknow her so that wouldn’t have worked out.” said Peter. “And I don’t thinkScott and I could ever even for a friendship. He doesn’t like me very much.” Hecontinued.
“Why not?” gasped Stiles. “You are really nice and youmake good sandwiches. And you like superheroes. Also your eyes are reeeeally…”he stopped, his face reddening even more, and closed his mouth quickly.
“Yes? What was it?” teased him surprised Peter.
“Nothing, I’m bored. Let’s watch a TV.” He ran to the couchand made himself comfortable.
Peter snorted and walked after him.
“But only for a little while. It’s getting late and youshould go to bed soon. You can wear your new pajamas we bought today.” Stilesfrowned but didn’t protest.
Fifteen minutes later a first yawn echoed in the livingroom followed by three others. In half an hour Stiles’ head fell on Peter’ shoulder.
He turned off the TV and carefully pulled Stiles into hisarms. On the way to his room, he made sure that Stiles was as safe in his armsas possible, so he wouldn’t hit his head or drop him. It’s been quite some timesince he held a child like that and he really didn’t want to hurt Stiles.
When he put Stiles on his bead, he woke up.
“You should change your clothes.” whispered Peter softly.
“You do it. Don’t wanna, too tired.” answered Stiles insleepy voice.
“SO now you don’t mind that I can see you?” chuckledPeter.
“Dark, can’t see.”
Oh, Stiles didn’t know about werewolves, hence, he didn’tknow about Peter having perfectly good vision in dark of the room either. And hehad no intention in telling him anytime soon. He just got the kid to trust him.
“Alright.” Peter brought the new pajamas in the room andhelped Stiles change. He then pulled a comforter over him and told him to goback to sleep.
“Goodnight, Stiles.” He whispered.
“…Przemysław.” said a small voice from under thecomforter.
“Excuse me?” asked a shocked Peter. Did Stiles just…?
“My name, I’m Przemysław. Like my dziadek.” murmured Stiles.“ Oh. Oh.
“Alright. Why did you tell me now?” asked Peter softly.
“You’re nice. Mama told me to be honest with nice people.So I told you.”
“I feel privileged to know your name, Przemysław.” said Peterwithout a single problem.
