Things to remember:

A) I own all characters who you have never heard of.

B) I do not own the characters from Teen Wolf

C) This is the main fic of my Teen Wolf headcanon. Of Dens, Litters, and Heats is the spin off/make me happy sidestory companion to it.

D) I have done research about actual wolves. If the characters are a little ooc, I apologize, but it is my way of trying to combine their personalities and wolf instincts.

E) This story is range from January 2012 - May 2021(I think)

F) I ignore season 3 part 2. So, Allison is alive, Aiden is alive.

G) I also ignore that Derek lost his alpha status. According to what Peter said, he 'MAY' have to give up his alpha status. So I took that loophole and went with it.

H) THERE WILL BE SLASH. Maybe not the under the sheets kind, because I can't write a sex scene, but there will be slash.

I) I am cool with prompts. If you want to see some conversation or situation between characters, I will try my best to make it happen. Goddess knows I'll need some help with little filler scenes

More relevant info to this chapter: So. Hi! The above notes really state it all. I have no idea how many chapters this story will span, and I'm not sure that they will all be the same length, but here it is. I really hope that everyone is okay with this story. I am nervous about posting it. If you are curious, this fic has a companion sidestory fic that features cuddles with babies and a Daddy!Derek. It is called Of Dens, Litters, and Heats.

So, without further ado, here is the first chapter of Perfectly Imperfect.

January 2012

Whoever said that Stiles Stilinski lived a normal life had never met the boy. From werewolves to kanimas, darachs and hunters, his lacrosse team conditioning was at the bottom of his priority list. His current obstacle was waiting for the end of the school day that would release him for the weekend. As he sat in his high school math class, his last class of the day, in fact, he swore that time was moving slowly. He could see it happening! From the slow way that Scott's pencil bounced, to the way that Lydia tutted every time she glanced at the clock on the wall.

So when the bell finally rang, Stiles leapt from his chair with a happy shout, doing a little dance. Lydia rolled her eyes and Scott chuckled, shaking his head. As they gathered their books and exited to the hallway, they promised to meet up at Derek's loft in an hour.

As they had for past two months.

As Stiles exited the building, he grinned at the sight before him. Cora, Peter, and Derek were standing in front of Derek's Camaro, and from the grin on Peter's face, the smirk on Cora's, and the scowl on Derek's, Peter was harassing his niece and nephew.

"My Dad is the Sheriff, Pete, and he doesn't take well to harassment of students." Stiles commented dryly as he slipped his hand in to Derek's. Cora chuckled at that, Peter rolled his eyes, and Derek's lips twitched at the comment, squeezing his hand in thanks.

"Fine, fine. Keys, Stiles. I will take your Jeep back home." Peter sighed, holding out his hand. With a small frown, Stiles reluctantly handed over his keys.

This was one of many trust exercises that his group of friends had been participating in for the last few weeks.

All in preparation for the good of their pack after graduation, where they would be united under one roof.

Derek pulled him close, as he wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Peter stepped away, twirling Stiles' keys as he headed for the Jeep.

"I hate this." Stiles grumbled as he bitterly kicked the dirt at his feet. Cora squeezed his shoulder empathetically before climbing in to the back seat of the car.

"I know. It's important." Derek reminded him. Stiles pouted, leaning against his side.

"Yeah. For our future." He agreed. Derek kissed his temple before pulling away to open the passenger door for Stiles. After he was seated, Derek climbed in himself and off they went.

Making dinner was not a new thing for Stiles Stilinski. Making a dinner for 10 people, 11 if he counted himself, however, was an entirely new concept. Just a year ago, the most people that sat down and ate his meals were four. His Dad, Scott, and Mrs. McCall. As of last month, every Friday was family night. Every Sunday morning was family bonding time.

Now, as he put the finishing touches on the evening meal, the laughter and grumbles both were heard from the other room. His father and Peter were bickering over politics. Lydia and Allison were chatting about the upcoming prom, which Lydia had been elected president of the planning committee. Mrs. McCall and Isaac were talking about his latest rise in grades. Cora and the twins were reminiscing about their youth. Derek and Scott were discussing something too low for him to hear. Chuckling, Stiles gave the pot of sauce a final stir before calling for Derek and Scott to come and help him carry in dinner. The two appeared quickly, Derek giving him kiss of thanks now that they were out of sight as Scott rolled his eyes and grabbed the bread trays. Stiles grinned at Derek, a healthy blush high in his cheeks as Derek pulled away. Derek offered him a shy grin in return before turning and picking up the pot of sauce, leaving Stiles with the bowls of pasta and salad.

"Alright, everyone, dig in!" Stiles announced as he sat himself to the right of Derek. And so they did, sending out compliments and gratitude. Derek placed his hand on Stiles' thigh, his only form of affection. At least for now.

As Peter took great joy in reminding them, once they were mated, Derek would be a force of constant affection. Derek was embarrassed by the thought, but didn't deny it. Stiles was very curious to see how this would play out.

His father, however, was not. It served as the main conflict in their household, at this moment.

Stiles' decision to be turned.

Once he had admitted this to his father, the yelling had begun anew.

Just as it had when he mentioned he was dating Derek. You know, the alpha werewolf of the Beacon Hills pack?

John had just now begun to come around to the fact that his son would be enduring the bite that would change his life forever. Stiles' was not looking forward to the day that he had to tell him that he was moving in with Derek after graduation.

Hopefully the knowledge that a lot of people were moving in as well would simmer him down.

"Where did you get this recipe?" Allison asked.

"Mama McCall, actually. It was one of the ones that she used to cook for birthdays." Stiles explained, grinning at the woman with affection shining in his eyes.

"It was also the first recipe that I taught him." She added, returning his grin with a proud smile of her own.

"You taught him well." Cora moaned as she took another bite. Derek rolled his eyes at the action, but from the affectionate squeeze to his thigh that Stiles received, he knew that Derek appreciated the meal as well.

"So are you guys ready for the first Lacrosse match of the season?" Scott asked.

And as the group began to chat about the odds of winning and upcoming practices, Stiles Stilinski felt that he could get used to this life.

Derek Hale took his frustrations out on his level 3 karate students during that week. By the way that they groaned about it, you would have thought that they were dying. As he glanced at the clock, he cursed and quickly gathered his things, lest he be late picking up his boyfriend from school.

He really wished that he had time to shower.

After the incident with Ms. Blake, Derek went out of his way to support Stiles' schedule. Even though a couple of months had passed since the incident, Stiles was still insecure in their relationship.

Mostly, their age difference. He admitted that he had always worried that Derek would find someone his own age to be with. It broke Derek's hear. So after that talk, he showed up to see Stiles every day after school. On the days that he had practice, he would show up with water bottles for the team. On the weekends, he slept on the couch in the Stilinski household. The nights before big exams, he would help Stiles study until his boyfriend was confident in his knowledge.

These little things had been making a difference, Stiles had admitted. When Derek proposed turning him last month, Stiles had agreed, but admitted that he wanted to wait until the New Year had passed.

So this Friday, which was ironically Friday the 13th, he would be giving his boyfriend the bite.

To say that he was a little nervous was an understatement. What if Stiles rejected the bite? What if he lost him? Just because Deaton had done some sort of test that proved that his body would accept the bite did nothing to relieve Derek of his worries.

But those were his concerns. As he pulled up in front of BHH, and Stiles waved goodbye to his friends, Derek focused on his smile.

"Hi." Stiles chirped as he fastened his seatbelt. Derek leaned over and gave him a kiss.

"Hey." He replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Stiles blushed and took his hand, humming along to the radio as they exited the parking lot.

Scott McCall still had mixed feeling about his werewolf status. After refusing his Spark, which flew in to Derek's wolf's willing being, he was content to sit on the sidelines and let Derek run the show.

He wasn't sure how he would feel when Stiles was helping to make those decisions too.

Whether the two had talked about it or not, things would be different after Stiles was turned. Peter had explained that they would have to leave for Stiles' first heat. They would be officially bound together in a mateship in August.

However, Scott fully expected the next couple of months to be challenging before then.

His mother agreed.

"Because they will be going off of instincts, I fully expect jealously to be a huge issue for the first few weeks. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if Stiles skipped class or Derek sat in on them." Melissa informed his son as she did the laundry.

"Mom?" He asked, watching her put clothing in the washer.

"Yeah baby?" She asked. Sighing, Scott ran a hand through his dark hair.

"Do you think that Stiles is going to become a different person?" He asked. Melissa's expression softened and she approached her son, pulling him in to a hug.

"No, baby. Not really. I imagine that he will be Derek-centric for a while, and maybe a little bossy, but overall, I expect him to be his usual, doofus self." She soothed. Scott nodded, returning her embrace.

He hoped that his mother was right about this.

"Good night." Derek murmured as he kissed Stiles on his front porch. Stiles wrapped his arms around his neck, tugging him down to deepen the kiss. When he let out a soft moan around Derek's tongue, John yanked open the door, rolling his eyes. Derek pulled back immediately, placed a chaste kiss on Stiles' lips, and stepped back.

"Good evening, Sheriff." Derek said before making a hasty retreat to his car. Stiles glared at his father.

"Really, Dad? You couldn't have waited like three more minutes?" He huffed. John glared back.

"No. I don't want to open the door to you with your hand down his pants." He grumbled as they entered the house. Stiles rolled his eyes as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his backpack.

"You know Derek wants to wait." He murmured softly, his heart jumping at the thought. John groaned, walking in to their living room and sitting down in front of the TV.

Both men retreated in to their own thoughts.

As John watched the evening news, he worried about tomorrow night. His only child would be receiving the bite that would, quite literally, change his life forever. Begrudgingly, John admitted that Derek was a decent kid, who treated his son right. After all, Stiles had been deeply involved in some pretty dangerous things all of last year. His life was saved dozens of times by the alpha.

It wasn't Derek's ability to protect his son that had him worried. It wasn't even his son's soon-to-be werewolf abilities that troubled him. No, it was the fact that his son would be mated to the alpha werewolf before the year was done. Just because no one told him that this would be set in stone doesn't mean that he was oblivious. Derek and his son were in love. He could see that. The moment that Stiles' animal instincts kicked in, they would bond and mate, cementing their future together.

John was not looking forward to letting his only child go.

But he would, because he loved his son.

So with a heavy heart, he took a drink of tea and focused on the crime report.

To: Derek

Missing you 3

"It will be fine." Lydia said for the eighth time that day as Stiles sent the message to Derek. Stiles sighed, shrugging.

From: Derek

Me too. Still want lunch from Bob's Burgers?

"I know. That doesn't make me any less anxious about the whole thing." He grumbled.

To: Derek

YES! My god you're the best. Are you coming to lunch, then, or am I skipping the rest of the day?

"Are you texting him? Seriously? You guys are going to be together all weekend!" Lydia huffed. Stiles shrugged.

Truth be told, he was very nervous about tonight. He wasn't sure he would like being a werewolf. He wasn't sure he would have enough control. He wasn't sure he would still be him.

And Lydia's nagging was not helping.

From: Derek

Either? If you want to skip, you'll have to sit at work with me.

To: Derek

Then come and get me, please. I can't be here right now.

"Everything will work out, right?" He asked Lydia quietly as the bell rang. Lydia paused in touching up her makeup, her expression softening. She gripped his hand, nodding.

"Yeah, Stiles. It will." She promised. With a heavy sigh, and pushing back his anxiety, Stiles headed towards his locker.

"You okay?" Ethan asked as he approached. Stiles shrugged.

"Not really. Cover for me for the last two periods?" He asked. Ethan nodded, waving goodbye as Stiles left his locker.

Derek was already in front of the school, leaning against his car and watching Stiles approach from behind his sunglasses.

"It's chilly out." Stiles shivered as he wrapped his arms around Derek. Derek slipped out of his leather jacket, slipping it around his boyfriend as he kissed him in greeting.

"I have your food in the car. Come on, I have to be back at work in 15 minutes." He explained. Stiles nodded, sliding in to the car. He was quiet on the way there, not even touching his food. Once they arrived at the gym, Derek turned off the car and turned to his boyfriend, frowning.

"You ok?" He asked. Stiles shook his head, looking at his hands.

"Nervous." He whispered as he felt a panic attack beginning. Frowning, Derek climbed out of the car and went around to Stiles' side. He opened the door and pulled him out, pulling him in to his arms and kissing his forehead.

"Shh." He murmured, rocking him gently. Stiles focused on the sound of Derek's heartbeat, the sound of his breathing, his aftershave, his hands rubbing at his back. He focused on the light breeze, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his body. He focused on his love for this man.

Eventually, Stiles pulled back, wiping away a stray tear. Derek was watching him with a concerned frown. With a brave smile, Stiles leaned up and kissed him.

"How late are you?" He asked. Derek shrugged, tightening his grip on Stiles' waist.

"I don't care. Come on, let's get you settled in my office." Derek said. Stile grabbed his bag of food before taking Derek's hand and following him in to the gym. People called out hellos as they walked. Derek peeked in to his classroom, informed his students to give him five more minutes, and then lead Stiles towards the back of the building.

"Your first name is my password." He informed the younger male. Stiles blushed and sat down his bag, hugging Derek.

"Thank you. For today." Stiles said, kissing Derek. The alpha returned his kiss briefly before pulling away.

"Behave while I'm gone. If you get bored, ask for me and someone will direct you to my class." He said. Stiles nodded, grinning up at Derek as he sat behind his desk.

"Go make middle-aged woman swoon." He teased. Derek rolled his eyes, grabbed a bottle of water, and left the room.

Chuckling to himself, Stiles dug in to his lunch.

No matter what happened after his change, Stiles knew that he would be just fine. He had an awesome support group, and a caring future-mate.

All was right in his world.

Over the last couple of months, Stiles discovered a new favorite hobby.

Making out with Derek.

The two were sitting in the bedroom of his loft, mouths connected, soft moans from Stiles and grunts from Derek the only audible sounds from the outside.

When Derek gently pushed Stiles on to his back, he went willingly, staring up at his boyfriend with lust-blown pupils. Derek let out a possessive growl, the noise doing interesting things to Stiles' groin, before he reconnected their mouths, his tongue sliding in. Stiles sucked at the warm muscle, moaning when Derek's hips touched his.

"Oh!" He gasped when Derek began to grind softly. Derek moved away from his mouth with a final nip before kissing along his jaw line, moving to his ear. After kissing the area, he pressed his tongue against the sensitive underside before nipping, causing Stiles to gasp and buck up against him. Derek latched his mouth on to the area, sucking a nice mark in to the skin there before moving down to his neck, and eventually his shoulder. When he sank his teeth in, Stiles' pleasure-filled mind went blank before he let out a sharp cry of alarm. After a minute or two Derek retraced his fangs, watching the blood run red with a bit of relief.

Stiles withered beneath him, letting out cries of pain before he seized and then collapsed, panting. As Derek watched the bite stop bleeding, he leaned down and licked it clean, subtly siphoning the pain from the wound. A low whine caught his attention, and when he looked up, Stiles was staring at him with yellow eyes. Derek's eyes flashed red when Stiles let out a low whimper, baring his neck. With a possessive growl, Derek nuzzled the skin, scenting it for just the right spot, before nipping and sucking a mark. Stiles moaned the feeling so intense that his claws came out and tore at Derek's sheets. Chuckling, Derek pulled back, nuzzling Stiles' nose. Stiles' eyes returned to their normal color and he blinked up at Derek before letting out a yawn.

"Sleep?" He suggested. Derek nodded, rising from the bed before pulling Stiles up with him.

"Let's get ready for bed then." He agreed. Together the two climbed in to bed and curled up together, quickly falling asleep.

Stiles woke up with a growl low in his throat, fangs sliding from their sockets. Something was wrong. There were too many heartbeats. Too many strange scents. He turned to his alpha, letting out a confused whimper.

Derek was awake instantly, fully transformed and snarling in warning. He would be damned if someone tried to harm his submissive.

As Stiles watched, he wasn't ashamed to admit that the whole wolf thing was even hotter than it was before. It must be because he knew that Derek was his.

"It's just us, children." Peter's voice called from the hallway. Stiles cuddled close to Derek, cautious of the voice. Derek transformed back, rubbing Stiles' back.

"It's just the others, babe. When we go down for breakfast, you can scent them." He soothed, pressing his forehead. Stiles pressed back, and closed his eyes, willing himself back to his human state. He knew he succeeded when Derek kissed his forehead. The two rose from Derek's bed, Stiles blushing when he saw the state of the sheets.

"Sorry." He said as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Derek shrugged as they walked in to the bathroom, where they took turns brushing their teeth and using the toilet.

"Not a big deal. It just gives us a reason to go shopping for new sheets." He said. Stiles grinned at the thought.

"We." He murmured dreamily, his toothbrush hanging from his mouth. Derek snorted at the display as he flossed.

"Sexy, babe." He said, rolling his eyes. Stiles pouted, removing his toothbrush from his mouth before reaching for the mouthwash.

"Holy fuck!" He shouted as he caught site of the state of his upper chest. He had two predominant love bites. One on his collarbone, the other under his ear. He had a literal bite on his shoulder. Derek smirked, smacking his ass as he exited the bathroom to toss on a shirt and pants. Stiles yelped, glaring at his boyfriend before following after him.

When the two appeared downstairs, Isaac and the twins let out warning growls. Instantly Stiles' transformed, growling as well even as he hid behind Derek. Rolling his eyes, Derek barked at the three and rubbed at the base of Stiles' neck.

"Really, I even lectured you boys about this this morning." Peter said as he drank his coffee and read his paper. Cora and Scott were rolling their eyes as they sat on the couch, playing Mario Kart.

"Sorry Stiles'. You smelt too new." Isaac said, shooting him an apologetic smile. The twins bowed their heads, murmuring apologies. Derek cuffed the three of them, glaring, before tugging Stiles' in to the kitchen and cooking them some omelets.

"So how does scenting work?" Stiles asked. Derek shrugged.

"Peter can explain the process. I've never had to do it before. I was raised as a werewolf, and my alphas were always around me. Alphas scent pups, but not betas. The betas scent the alphas, and that's how the connection is established." He explained as he placed the plate in front of Stiles.

"Then how did I know that you were safe?" He asked as he began to cut his omelet.

"Because we slept together the night of your transformation. My scent was ingrained in your mind and our alpha-pair bond was established. All of the pack is here this weekend so that this can happen for you again. We're all sleeping downstairs tonight." He added. Stiles nodded, chewing his food as he contemplated this logic.

"Ew, he smells like you and you haven't even fucked yet." Cora commented when they left the kitchen. Derek rolled his eyes as they plopped on to the couch, Stiles picking up a remote to 'show them how it's done.'

"Be glad that you weren't around whenever Mom and Dad went off for their heat periods. You think your brother's boyfriend smelling like your brother is weird? Imagine smelling the sex your parents just had all over the place after a heat period." Derek grumbled. Cora pretended to gag at the thought.

And so the day passed at a lazy pace. The pack took turns at the game, the rest chatting as they watched.

By the time noon rolled around, their stomachs were rumbling.

"What does everyone want?" Stiles asked as he stood up from the couch, stretching.

"We're cooking out today. We are going to practice hunting and marking." Derek said as Cora and Scott turned off the game and TV.

"To the preserve?" Cora asked. Derek nodded.

And so the pack put on their shoes and headed to their vehicles. Derek, Stiles, Cora, Isaac, and Peter climbed in to the Camaro as Scott and the twins took the Jeep.

The pack spent the afternoon playing and training. Stiles managed to call his claws and fangs at will. They ran and chased after rabbits, foxes, and deer. The twins managed to hunt down a bear. Derek taught the group ways to effectively mark their territory. Peter reminded the group of threats like the alpha pack, druids, and even things like vampires, could be a huge risk to their territory.

And their pups.

"Pups?!" Stiles, Scott, Isaac, Ethan, and Aiden all exclaimed. Peter sent Derek a wicked grin as Derek's ears turned red and Cora rolled her eyes.

"Yes, of course. Once you mate, Stiles, your heat periods will begin to be fertile. If they are, you will spend nine weeks carrying pups. The future of our pack." Peter said.

"But Stiles is a dude!" Scott pointed out as Stiles sat down on a tree stump.

"As long as you are mated to a werewolf, you can carry pups, with exceptions." Derek muttered out.

"For example, Ethan cannot get Danny pregnant unless he turns him. However, Danny can get Ethan pregnant. If I were in to chicks, I could get a chick pregnant because she has a womb. She could get me pregnant on the same basis. For you straight guys, you have normal reproductive organs." Cora explained.

"Ugh. This is too much. Can we go home now?" Stiles whined. Derek nodded, helping him up.

"Yeah." He agreed. He loved Stiles, and he couldn't wait to see him swollen with a litter of pups, but he wasn't eager to explore those ups and downs just yet.

"What are we watching?" Derek asked as he came downstairs from his shower. Everyone else was dressed for bed and watching the television as the previews played.

"Cutthroat Kitchen." The group chorused. Derek climbed in to the middle of the group were Stiles was wrapped up in a blanket. He joined him, sitting down behind him and pulling him in to his lap. Cora lay down on her back next to them, resting her head on Derek's shoulder. Scott sat down on their other side, resting his head on Stiles' knee. The twins were on the other side of Cora, propped up against the bunch of pillows that marked the end of their 'den.' Isaac and Peter were on the other side of the group, sitting against the loveseat.

As Stiles relaxed against his boyfriend, he took in the soothing sounds of pack's multiple heartbeats, all off beat from one another, and their different scents that had a hint of Derek's. He could get used to this; a large family that curled up together just to be together. The quiet bickering lulled him to sleep.

Derek and Scott were the last two awake. They were watching the news at 11, occasionally sharing comments about the things they saw. Derek was lying back against his pile of pillows, his boyfriend in one arm, his sister in the other. Scott was reclined against the back of the couch, Isaac asleep on his legs, Peter's legs thrown across Isaac's back. Ethan was curled up against Cora, his brother's head resting on his back.

"Is this typical?" Scott asked softly. Derek nodded.

"Yeah. Once a new member of the pack is brought in, or a dynamic is changed, the pack tends to sleep better if they are all together." He explained. Loud laughter of drunks outside was heard over the soft sound of the TV. Multiple growls were sounded, causing Derek to sigh and Scott to laugh. Derek let out a low growl to his betas, informing them that everything was okay. Cora shifted closer to him and Stiles wrapped his leg around his.

"That will happen to. I also won't sleep until I am sure that nothing will happen to us." Derek added. Scott nodded, yawning.

"Well, I'm going to sleep. Night." He said, cuddling in to his blankets. Derek nodded, watching the TV for another hour. When his eyes began to droop, he managed to hit the off switch on the TV remote, bathing the room in darkness and silence, save for the heartbeats and breathing of his pack members. Cora and Stiles were the only two that didn't snore, as it turned out. The twins' snores were in sync, while Isaac's were loud, Scott's were the whistle variety, and Peter's were more of sighs.

It was hard for Derek to wrap his mind around how much had changed in the last twenty-four hours. He had a united pack. He had a future mate. He had picked out the final plans to his future home, not that his pack new about it.

He was excited to see what the future would bring, for once. They just needed to get through this spring semester, and then next school year, and everyone would be free.

They could officially start their lives.

And with the thought in his head, Derek turned his head towards Stiles, placed a kiss on his forehead, and joined his pack in dreamland.

A/N: Thoughts? This was a really long one. I can't write sex scenes, so I might try to in this fic by working up to them. Contrustive criticism would be helpful! If you enjoyed this story, yay! If you read Of Dens, Litters, and Heats, expect babies to enter the picture in about 5 chapters. Give or take. I am going to basically jump through the rest of 2012 and 2013. The first litter is born in 2014.

- Kida Asumi