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'An unfortunate casualty of war,' is what so many of his father’s colleagues called it.
'A waste of a perfectly good Omega,' some laughed.
'So young,' a few of kinder society looked at him with pity.
And Stiles had never craved intimacy.
Until Derek.
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Out of amicable pity, Stiles is, in name only, the secondary Omega spouse of Derek's father, and he forms a real but forbidden mate bond with Derek instead.Bookmarked by rainbw_201
28 Jan 2026
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“It’s hard being the token human in a pack of wolves.
I stick out like a sore thumb. Coal amongst the diamonds. What do you do with it? You throw it out. Or… you apply pressure.”
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28 Jan 2026
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He realises his mistake when the Sheriff looks between them both, head going back and forth between Stiles’ hand on Derek’s jacket and Derek’s face.
Derek can see his boss take in his hopeless smile and he quickly tries to arrange his face into a scowl but by the look on John’s face he’s no where near convincing.
You and him? John mouths at him, eyes narrowed.
Derek shakes his head, eyes wide and panicked.
“What?” Stiles asks them when he looks up from his phone, unaware of the silent communication between Derek and the Sheriff. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing Son. Derek, make sure nothing happens to him,” John says pointedly. “Derek... I approve. Of you going to the preserve first, I mean. It’s nice. That the preserve makes you so happy.”
The Sheriff gives him a thumbs up when Stiles looks down at his phone again.
Derek wants to punch himself in the face.
“Of course Sir. I... I really like the preserve. I want to keep it safe,” Derek bodily hustles Stiles toward the doorway, ears burning.
“When did you both become so environmentally conscious?” Stiles frowns suspiciously.
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24 Jan 2026
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Then Stiles hears the growl, familiar and furious.
“Oh shiitake mushrooms,” Stiles groans, turning around. “Heeeeey Derek. Isn’t it a little past your bedtime?”
Derek looks as pissed as Stiles has ever seen him and it kind of gives him a little bit of satisfaction, so he snuggles closer to Ricky. Derek bares his teeth at them, thankfully still human and his nostrils flare wildly.
“You’re drunk,” Derek accuses him flatly.
“You’re drunk,” Stiles tells Derek nonsensically.
“This is the ‘not boyfriend’ I’m guessing?” Ricky looks down at Stiles, eyebrow cocked.
Derek full on snarls at that and for the first time in forever, Stiles starts to worry he might lose control of the shift.
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24 Jan 2026
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Derek’s eyes narrow and Stiles knows he’s fucked up royally, because between one heartbeat and the next, Derek’s pinning him down with one hairy, strong arm.
He practically crawls his way up Stiles’ body, as Stiles scrambles back on the couch to get further away from him, still raising the bowl of candy above his head.
Derek, with a huff of victory finally gets level with Stiles’ face. He reaches up for the bowl again but where Derek’s strong, Stiles is gangly, and it’s still just out of Derek’s reach.
Stiles shoves Derek’s elbow out from under him and he collapses down on top of Stiles with a surprised oomph.
“Can’t get me Derek, I’m the whacky, inflatable arm waving-man,” Stiles laughs delightedly, right in Derek’s face.
Derek’s really close face. His incredibly handsome, stubbly face, a face that is inches away from his own face.
Fuck balls.
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23 Jan 2026