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In which Jackson is a spoiled brat, Stiles has a pussy, Derek really likes Stiles' pussy, and there's an overzealous use of the word 'cock'.

When Stiles presents as the first omega in almost 50 years he gets shoved into a life he didn't expect to ever experience. When Stiles shows up at the palace he didn't expect to steal the heart of the Prince by just standing there! Or the one where Derek and Stiles are soulmates and they're quite the rare pair.

Derek doesn't exactly understand how he ended up as a contestant on a dating show. He knows that it started with a lot of whiskey and a late night phone call to his sister and mockery. Lots and lots of mockery, because Laura never lets anything go, no matter how old she gets. (Because what the world really needs is more Omegaverse!dating show fic in it. Right?) Now in gif form: OH MY GOD! LOOK AT WHAT WAS MADE FOR ME FOR THIS FIC: LOOK!

“He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense.“Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk.“What? No,” Derek growled.“Was he hot?”“No! He just—“ He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.

There are several things Stiles Stilinski knows to be facts: he's a werecoyote like his parents; his twin sister Malia could use a filter more than him; he's an Omega and terrified of his upcoming heat; and Derek Hale-McCall will never see him as anything more than his kid brother's best friend. Doesn't stop Stiles from asking the Alpha to help him during his heat. Or from developing some serious feelings that go beyond the bedroom. Basically, he's totally screwed, in more ways than one.

Derek is so tired of everything being his fault, so tired of always losing. He's also tired of not admitting that he wants to own Stiles in ways he can barely describe. Or Derek is far from perfect but maybe that's okay. Maybe in the right company perfect isn't necessary.

💖PART 2 ADDED DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND!!💖 "There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table. Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food. Right in front of another Alpha. Who he was on a date with. To discuss being heat partners...." *In which, Stiles presents as Omega, and everyone wants a piece of the alpha-baby-making ass!* ***With a Podfic version of the story available for listening***

"We need to get him somewhere safe," Peter said, and Derek looked at him."There's no such place.""His house?" Isaac suggested, and the two older werewolves looked at him."His dad doesn't know," Peter warned, and Derek looked at Stiles who seemed to have fallen into tormented sleep. Derek swallowed difficultly, and gently picked up the sleeping teen."He'll find out soon enough."

Derek needs a mate but he doesn't want to bite Stiles. Cue some drama, angst, and emotional moments. It all seems normal, right? But this is Beacon Hills, mate. NOTHING is ever "normal".

Stiles is doing the best he can. His best friend, a certain Scott McCall, is furiously in love with Allison Argent, resulting in a less than ideal best friend situation. Werewolves are still a huge (inconvenient yet strangely now normal) part of his life. But to add the metaphorical cherry to his metaphorical sundae, Derek Hale (Mr.Tall-Dark-And-Broody himself) is starting to pick up on a secret Stiles has been hiding since the time of his mother's death. A secret he has kept from the pack, his father, and even Scott. And though Derek makes him want to open his mouth and spill all there is to spill, Stiles can't bring himself to open up to the man. He can't.....can he? OR Stiles has been abused by a family member ever since his mother's death, and Derek finds out just as the beatings become the worst they have ever been. Shit hits the fan.

Stiles, sent away from home, put up for auction along with all the other 16-year-old boys of Beacon Hills, for sale or rent. Bought by the most unexpected of men, Stiles never expects to be bought for love...

With the threat of war hanging over them, Stiles and his people are caught in the middle and must chose a side before they get smashed between both and with the threat of winter and a bad harvest weighing them down, he must chose quickly.

Stiles smells like someone else. A certain alpha doesn't like it.

His hands shake when he pulls his phone out of his pocket. It’s amazingly intact but it takes him a few tries to get the pass-code in and pull up the text screen. He knows Stiles and Lydia are in school, but he needs them, needs his Pack, his tethers, to keep him from flying apart. Or Derek faces some of the ghosts of his past and finally gains some peace as he begins to build a future for himself and his Pack. Oh and Scott arrives.

Scott and Jackson begin to find out what it means to be an omega.Stiles is beginning to discover just what power he holds as the Pack Master, and how it affects the pack and those around them. But a new threat has come to Beacon Hills; Gerard Argent, the hunters have reinforcements and Gerard wants retribution. Can Derek and Stiles build and protect the pack to withstand it, or will they lose everything they have? This is a sequel to my story Claiming a submissive Pack. Chapter-8 updated 26-July-2013

Scott, Jackson and Isaac find there is still more they have to learn about being an omega; just as Stiles finds there is more to being a Pack Master and the powers his Fae blood gives him than he realises.The pack are unaware of the threat heading to Beacon Hills as they prepare for the birth of the cubs and as Stiles tries to undo the mistakes he has already made. Will the pack still be together when The Deaths arrive? Will Stiles be able to protect them? And will they be able to protect Stiles? This is the sequel to my story Building a submissive Pack

Stiles goes to college and joins the contortionist club. Derek has a front-row seat to his education.

au: Derek and Stiles meet at a German camp. -- “My name…” The boy trails, then grimaces. “Stiles Stilinski.” Derek’s eyebrows rise. “Stiles. Nickname?” Stiles nods. “You English, how is it… Butcher.” That surprises a laugh out of him. Stiles looks startled at the sound, heart racing, before he tentatively smiles. “You laugh, but its true.”

“Fuck, Derek.” Stiles sinks down onto the steps, putting his head in his hands and staring down at the wood. “My head hurts. I think I was mad at you, but I can’t remember why. A twin. You have a twin brother. Wow.” Basically, I just really wanted a twin fic. And I blame this

Cora decides to play matchmaker for the pack.

Stiles goes missing, Derek gets mad. "Day four turned to five, and six. Slowly people started to lose hope, started to say he ran off. Day seven, eight, nine, fifteen, finally a month passed. The end result was an unstable Derek."