Teen Wolf Mpreg AU
Stiles, Derek's mate becomes pregnant with his pups.
Derek's still the alpha, Allison is still alive, no kira, Peter isn't an ass, no Malia, the twins are alive, Jackson isn't an ass, Danny is still with Ethan. Derek's mom is als...
If someone had told Stiles Stilinski that one day he would be the mate of an alpha werewolf, he would've said they were crazy. Yet thanks to his best friend getting turned into a werewolf during their sophomore year, Stiles' life had been nothing but crazy. Suddenly the 16-year old found himself getting thrown into a world full of supernatural beings. Derek Hale became a constant presence in Stiles' life and something about the grumpy exterior of the older male made Stiles fall for him. Within a few months of Derek trailing Scott, Stiles was getting, as old fashioned as it sounded, courted by the alpha. Now a year and a half later, Stiles found himself the bonded mate of an alpha, and the den mother of a werewolf pack.
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Practice seemed to be never-ending today and Stiles knew he should've ditched. Greenburg slammed into him, causing the brunette to land flat on his back. He groaned loudly, all the nausea from that morning pulsing at the back of his throat.
Scott ran over and helped Stiles up, eyes flashing golden with concern. "Stiles, hey are you okay?" He looked at his best friend.
Stiles swallowed back bile and nodded some, "Yeah.....yeah I'm good. But I will unleash Derek on him if Greenburg doesn't cut the shit and back off." He held his stomach as the churning feeling only got worse. "Oh crap Scotty......." Stiles stumbled to the side of the field and brought up his breakfast with a sickly cough
"Oh Jesus, McCall! Take him to the locker room or something. Just get him off my field!" Coach yelled in exasperation
"Yes, Coach. Uh, Issac come with me." Scott nodded at the other beta before moving to Stiles' side, rubbing his back. "Just breath Stiles. Let's get you to the locker room..." He whispered.
Stiles spit onto the pile of sick and nodded, leaning on his best friend. "Someone call Derek. I wanna go home...." He sat on the bench curling in on himself.
"I can call him.." Isaac murmured, sitting next to Stiles, scenting over him worriedly. He had really taken to Stiles once he became the pack mom of sorts. Stiles found it endearing and had taken the beta under his wing.
"Thank you, Isaac, tell him I'm sick or whatever it takes to get him here." Stiles slung off his lacrosse gear and tossed it into his locker. ________________________________
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Derek burst in the locker room fifteen minutes later, even though to Stiles it had felt like hours, and his golden eyes immediately landed on his sick mate.
"Derek you came." Stiles whimpered, throwing himself in Derek's arms.
"Of course I came, my mate is sick and needs me." Derek murmured before he embraced Stiles, pressing a kiss to the teen's crown. The alpha slung Stiles' backpack over his shoulder and supported him as they walked past the pack, and out to the parking lot.
Stiles snuggled closer to Derek, but groaned when he caught a whiff of fresh cut grass and felt his stomach revolt at the smell, barely managing to stagger over to the rocks and vomit. "Wanna go home Der." He mumbled, letting Derek help him into the car before the pair left the school parking lot.
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When they got in the loft, Stiles headed straight for the fridge, all his early nausea suddenly gone and replaced with hunger. Derek raised an eyebrow and followed after his mate, finding him rummaging through the fridge. When Stiles emerged, there was cold chicken in his mouth and a coke in his hand. He pulled a jar of peanut butter out of the cabinet with his other hand and dipped his chicken in it.
Derek watched and tilted his head in confusion, "Stiles I thought you were sick?"
"I was, but now I'm hungry and; oh my god Der try chicken in peanut butter, it's like heaven." Stiles mumbled with food in his mouth.
"I'll pass babe, but take it easy on the food. I don't want you throwing up again." Derek replied. Stiles waved him off and went back to his food, leaving the alpha to his thoughts. As the night went on Derek noticed Stiles dozing off, something he rarely saw considering his mate had more energy than the energizer bunny. At the moment the couple was laying on the couch, watching some boring nature documentary.
Stiles had his head in the werewolf's lap, while Derek played with Stiles' hair, "I feel off Sourwolf."He nuzzled his face into Derek's stomach.
"If these weird behaviors continue, I'm taking you to see Melissa; even if I have to drag you there." Derek looked down at his love as he spoke.
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A few weeks later, the couple sat in an exam room at Beacon Hills Memorial, waiting for Stiles' test results to come back. Stiles had dragged his feet when it came to seeing an actual doctor but Derek wouldn't let it go. The wolf knew deep down something was up with his mate, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.
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Melissa walked back into the room, carrying the test results, a shocked expression on her face, "Stiles.....I'm still not totally positive on how the whole werewolf biology works and everything, but we got the test results back." She began.
"Oh god. I have some weird form of werewolf Aids or something don't I? Figures, out of all the illnesses and shit out there, I get a werewolf STD." Stiles rambled, waving his hand around.
Derek gave Stiles a look, "Stiles, first of all, I'm clean last time I checked; and second of all, werewolf STDs don't exist. So I really doubt it's that."
Melissa blew the dog whistle, she kept around for occasions like this, gaining Derek's attention. "Both of you, shush and listen. Stiles, honey. It's not a STD thing........honey you're pregnant, according to these results. About a month and a half along....." She explained, trying to figure out how it was possible.
Derek's eyes lit up as the realization hit him. "Pregnant, of course. There's been something tainting your normal scent for a while now and I couldn't place it. You smell sweeter than normal, it was driving me crazy. Pregnant mates usually smell sweeter." The idea of his mate being with pup, and starting a family filled Derek with a spark of joy.
On the other hand, Stiles was speechless and looked stunned; he could barely process the fact that he was growing a werewolf/human hybrid baby in him, let alone the fact that he could get pregnant in the first place. Sure, he had read about the possibility in one of Deacon's old books, something along the lines of a human's body changing to fit the needs of their wolf mate. But at the time, he figured it was all fairy tale nonsense. "Pregnant.......holy crap. This is a lot to process......" He put a hand on his stomach and looked at Derek, what were they going to do?
