Greetings good readers. To make up for a startling lack of updates of any sort from me I've decided to create a new story. This is set in the same but kinda different AU as The Wolf and The Rabbit so it's a little cracky, a little OOC, and a little weird especially as far as the pairings go. Anyway, I'm not gonna spoil what's in this fic but I will tell you that this is me experimenting with something new as far as writing. Well not new new but kinda new. Well enough talking about this time to just get it started.


Chapter One: The Proposition

It was just one of those days for Stiles. Dad was at work, the pack was doing pack things and he was at home mindlessly watching daytime television, curled up on the couch with his ears relaxed and eating fatty foods. He was dozing off during a rerun of World's Dumbest when there was a knock on the door. Curious, he got up to answer it, fluffy bunny tail twitching a bit, not at all expecting to see Derek Hale and his mate Ennis standing at his front door.

"Can we come in and talk Stiles?" Ennis asked. Both alphas intimidated him a bit so without a fuss he let them in.

"Um...any reason why you guys are here?" He asked, a little nervous about what this possible 'Discussion' could pertain to. Derek leaned against the recliner while Ennis sat down in it, the two wolves studying the human intently.

"Stiles we have a favor to ask you." Derek said. There it was, he was going to be forced to be bait again for some supernatural creature or other. Well not this time.

"Oh no. No. I'm not going to be bait in one of your insidious plots again Derek." He said, crossing his arms childishly. "Threaten me all you want but I'm not doing it. Last time my tail almost got taken off."

"But Stiles, that isn't why we came here. We don't need you as bait." Ennis said. "We need you to do something for us but not that." Alright, now Stiles was confused.

"Okay...what you need me to do research or something?" He asked.

"No. There's no drama going on right now." Derek said. Stiles let out a sigh of exasperation, tired of talking in circles.

"Then what?"

"We want you to be our baby." Ennis said. Stiles froze for a second, trying to process the words that just spilled out of Ennis's mouth.

"You want me to be your what?" He asked.

"Our baby." Derek said. "We want a baby but there's no way we can adopt and neither of us are breeders so there's no way we can naturally have a baby."

"Our only option is to ask someone to be a surrogate child for us." Ennis said. "We went over this for a few days and you were the one we narrowed the list down to."

"What about Isaac?" He asked, not even wanting to have this discussion because it was so bizarre he had to be dreaming it. And if he was then there was something even more wrong about that. "Or even Scott, or Jackson?"

"Do you really think Jackson would even go for this?" Derek asked. "Scott and Isaac are off limits for this kind of request because we still need wolves to patrol Beacon Hills."

"Besides, it's not like you wouldn't have a safeword in case you wanted to stop." Ennis added. "We would give you all the love and affection you could ever want and no one but the people standing in this room would have to know. Please Stiles, we're desperate here. We would never ask unless it was our last resort." Stiles looked between the two of them. This was too much, too much to process, too much to even fathom. He shook his head, walking into the kitchen. He wanted to say no, wanted to throw them both out and risk whatever ass whooping was coming if he refused but the more he thought about it, the more he rolled around the thought of being pampered, literally and metaphorically, to be cared for and cuddled and not have to spend his afternoons and nights alone with just the TV, to not have to worry about being made bait for some stupid plot, to actually be useful to the pack, the more he wanted to say yes.

He walked back out into the living room where they were quietly discussing something, probably what they would do if he refused, before looking up at him expectantly. He drew in a shaky breath, not feeling rushed but not wanting to leave the two hanging and he had a few questions anyway.

"Alright. I'll do it." He said. "But, I want to know all of what you two are planning." Derek and Ennis nodded, they could indulge him in that.

"We can go over to the loft and you can see where your room will be." Derek said. Stiles nodded and they headed over to Derek's loft. Thankfully, much to Stiles' fear that he would be, Peter was nowhere to be seen or smelled. Most likely doing whatever it was he did when he wasn't breathing down Derek's neck. They led Stiles up stairs to a room between theirs and Peter's. It was already set up like a nursery with an over-sized crib and changing table, a day bed on the opposite side of the room, a large rocking chair, soft baby toys, and a mobile with little white wolves hanging above the crib. The walls were painted a soft blue color with more little wolves in varying colors of brown, black and white dotting the paint. They had clearly been planning this for a while and the care and love put into the room touched his heart.

"Do you like it?" Ennis asked. "We spent the last few weeks making it perfect."

"You don't have to sleep in the crib if you don't want to." Derek said. "That's why we added the bed." Stiles nodded as he continued looking around, picking up a stuffed grey wolf plush. There were clothes in the closet, mainly of the one piece and footed variety and of various colors. One that caught his eye and seemed to be going with the theme of the room was a soft fleece set with a fluffy tail and a hood with ears on it. After familiarizing himself with the various items he sat down in the kitchen with the two alphas.

"Okay, lets talk about this." He said.

"First, lets start with a safeword. If you get uncomfortable with anything, or want out at any time just say the word and everything goes back to normal." Derek said. "Pick something you're going to remember because if you get too caught up in your headspace you might forget it." It didn't take Stiles long to figure something out, settling on Wolfsbane since it was easy for all of them to remember.

"Now that that's out of the way what do you wanna know?" Ennis asked, sensing Stiles had plenty of questions.

"Do I have to act like a baby?" He asked, that was what he was most curious about since he wasn't sure if he could do it without a little time.

"Not all the time. We aren't going to force you to cry every time you need something." Derek said. "But you do have to drink from a bottle, let us change you, try not to talk. You know, baby stuff."

"But you don't have to have the baby talk down in one day." Ennis said. "That'll take some time." Stiles nodded.

"Alright. Let's get this started." He said with a sigh. He wanted to put it off a little longer but he could tell when Derek was getting impatient, something in the way his ears twitched and his tail bristled. He followed them back upstairs and had to calm himself down a bit before mustering up the courage to take off his pants, leaving his shirt on. Ennis helped him up on the changing table, careful of his tail as he slid his boxers off. Derek held up a razor and gently held Stiles down as Ennis shaved off his pubic hair. After carefully, with clinical detachment, rubbing in lotion and powder and baby ointment, he taped up the diaper, giving Stiles a reassuring smile.

"There, wasn't so hard was it?" He asked, getting a blush and an aversion of eye contact from Stiles. He chuckled a little and put him down on the floor. They didn't give him any pajamas to wear, just let him wear his shirt and let him get comfortable to the idea of a diaper. They sat him down in their room with the TV on to let him think for a little bit, to see if he wanted to go a little further later. Stiles watched some kiddie shows Derek put on, eventually curling up on the floor and falling asleep.

Derek picked him up and laid him down on the bed with the wolf plush he had been looking at earlier. After tucking him in he dimmed the lights and headed downstairs only to return a few minutes later when he heard Stiles fall out of bed. He sighed, picking him up and tucking him in the crib after putting him in some warmer pajamas and sticking a pacifier in his mouth, watching him suck lightly as his ears drooped in his face a little. The sight made him smile softly, Stiles was just so cute sleeping like that. He made a mental note to pick up his favorite pillow later and explaining the situation to the sheriff in case he started worrying about Stiles. He wound the mobile and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.


So I decided to start this. It's my first experiment with infantilism and I decided to go about the "Let's ask nicely approach" versus the "Let's just kidnap him and condition him into it" approach. I might try that with someone later but for now lets ease Stiles into this new role. If Ennis is OOC that's mainly due to him having very little development to me so he's gonna be the loving papa while Derek is the no nonsense daddy. I know there's very little mention of ears and tails in this but I promise they'll have more importance later on. I just wanted to get this chapter out of the way. Hopefully it's good. Well till next time.