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works/1801225.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      female!stiles, stiles_is_a_cisfemale, Knotting, Teenage_Pregnancy, stiles
      is_about_17_or_so, peter's_about_36/7, Slight_Dirty_Talk
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-17 Words: 687
****** Reason I Stay ******
by vaudevillian_villainess
Summary
     Condoms are important to avoid your boyfriend getting shot.
Notes
     Prompt (I think) from over on tumblr: AU in which Stiles is a girl
     and she and Peer are fucking and then Stiles comes up to him and is
     like "okay old guy I'm pregnant" and now that Peter pays attention he
     CAN hear a very faint second heartbeat and he's like OH FUCK ME and
     almost gets shot by the Sheriff but in the end he's the sort of very
     very protective father (Stiles is actually concerned)
     Title taken from the song Pickin' Up the Pieces by Fitz & the
     Tantrums
     I AM MOLODOO/YOU-ARE-THE-SENTINELS! I JUST DELETED MY OLD ACCOUNT!
     [my_tumblr]
The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed throughout the room. Moans filled
Peter’s bedroom as he fucked Stiles raw. She moaned, her back arching under
Peter’s touch. He grinned ferally, attaching his mouth to her neck, sucking a
huge hickey into the pale skin. Her hips thrust upward as he pistoned into her
slick pussy.
"Peter…PETER!" she groaned, her hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders.
"That’s it," he said, a devilish grin covering his face. "Scream my name,
Stiles! Let the whole building know who you belong to!" He growled, picking up
his pace. Stiles screamed his name as he shoved his knot into her.
                                     *.*.*
"Fuck fuck FUCK!" Stiles yelled. She quickly washed her hands and stormed back
into her bedroom, flinging herself onto the bed. "Dad’s gonna KILL ME!" she
cried, her voice muffled by her pillow.
                                     *.*.*
The door to Peter’s apartment was open before he could even react. (Yes, he was
a werewolf, but he wasn’t expecting company and had been drinking his tea!) He
caught a whiff of a familiar scent and smiled as Stiles stormed angrily into
his living room. ”To what do I owe this pleasure, Stiles?” He asked, leaning
back into his couch, draping his arms over the back. She glared at him.
"Here’s the deal old man: I’m pregnant, it’s yours, and you’re coming over my
house tonight to help me tell my dad, capisce?" Stiles commanded. Peter stared
blankly at her before attempting to speak. Stiles held up a finger and Peter
promptly shut his mouth. "No, you cannot get out of it, yes I’m sure it’s
yours, you prick, and I’m not leaving your apartment until I have to go start
cooking a kickass dinner for my dad. When I leave, you’re coming with me. Got
it?"
Peter could do nothing but nod.
                                     *.*.*
When John Stilinski walked into his home that night, he immediately knew
something was wrong - he smelled pot roast. He sighed as he hung his jacket up
on the hook by the door, his head bowed and age showing clearly on his
forehead. He walked into the kitchen and attempted to muster up a smile until
he saw an unfamiliar, adult male sitting at his kitchen table. He eyed the man
suspiciously, who grimaced back at him. [This can’t be good], John thought.
”Stiles, who is the strange man sitting at the table?” John called into the
kitchen. Stiles appeared in the doorway, her mother’s apron on and a towel over
her shoulder.
"Dad, this is Peter Hale. He’s thirty seven years old, my
boyfriend…andmybaby’sfather. Ok, I’ve gotta check on the pot roast!" She raced
back into the kitchen as John tried to process everything his daughter just
said.
"HE’S WHAT?!?!" John yelled. Stiles reappeared from the kitchen.
"He’s my boyfriend, thirty seven, and my baby’s dad," she repeated before
disappearing again. Before anyone knew what had happened, John had his gun out
and had shot Peter. He immediately stared horrified at the man writhing on his
kitchen floor.
"DAD, WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!" Stiles screeched. His attention was drawn to his
daughter before he promptly hit the floor.
                                     *.*.*
John came to a few minutes later, only to discover that the man he’d shot
was…completely healed?!
"What is going on?" he asked. "How is he healed already? Why isn’t at the
hospital? WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Stiles cringed.
"Dad, your blood pressure…" Stiles tried to remind him.
"SCREW MY BLOOD PRESSURE!" John yelled. Stiles flinched and John hung his head,
taking several deep breaths before continuing. "Stiles, you just told me that
you’re dating a thirty seven year old man and that he got you pregnant and I
shot him not even thirty minutes ago and he’s completely healed. My blood
pressure is already through the roof. I want explanations, young lady, and I
want them now."
Stiles gulped. ”So…werewolves are a thing…” John was about to yell at her again
when Peter stepped in front of her, completely shifted. The floor looked mighty
comfy to John.
                                     *.*.*
"He’s gonna kill us when he wakes up again," Stiles informed Peter.
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