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"That's a kid," Stiles said.

Derek growled. "It's a selkie."

"It's a selkie kid," Stiles pointed out, because really, they did not need to be arguing semantics right now. "Do selkies just go around leaving their kids sleeping in caves on the beach?"

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“I’m your bodyguard!”

“Yeah, I know, and I get that you’re worried I am somehow living under the illusion you are Kevin Costner and I’m Whitney Houston, but Derek?” Stiles grabs his tie before Derek can stop him, pulls him close enough to murmur in his ear, “I can’t sing.”

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This is like the pre-credits sequence of every horror movie, he's probably going to be eaten before the main character is even introduced.

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“Scott told me you think your roommate is one of us,” Derek says when Stiles picks up, instead of ‘hello, Stiles’ or ‘how are you, Stiles’ or ‘how is the scary world of university treating you, Stiles’ like a normal person.

“Yeah,” Stiles says. “It’s so great to hear your voice, Derek. I’ve missed you so much. Nothing is the same without you.”

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Stiles is ready to get out of Beacon Hills and start his new life, free of the supernatural. A random discovery in an antique store in Denver proves you can never leave it all behind... and encourages him to find it again. What ensues is four and a half years of pining, self-discovery, personal growth, a whole hell of a lot of love, and a realization that nightmares can still become fairy tales (happily-ever-afters included).

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Derek notices that Stiles doesn't have a pack, so Stiles doesn't get pack hugs.  Stiles clearly wants pack hugs.  Also, Stiles smells far too much like Scott, far too often.

Derek decides to do something about it all.

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"Derek looks between them and heaves a long-suffering sigh. “Hi Stiles.”

Stiles gasps in mock incredulity and clutches his chest. “He said my name! D’you hear that Laura? The great Derek Hale actually said my name.”

Laura laughs and Derek rolls his eyes again."

When Stiles begins working at the Hales' restaurant he sees it merely as a way to pay his way through college. What he certainly doesn't expect is to become completely enraptured with trying to crack the puzzle that is Derek Hale

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Stiles never knows if it's worse when Derek Hale steps out of the shadows or when he slinks back into them; either way, Stiles never expected to have this many feelings about his stupid old yellow owl shirt.

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“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.”

The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it.

“And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?”

The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet.

"I can't work with this."

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When Stiles is gravely injured, the only way to save him is for Derek to turn him. However, Derek never did learn exactly what certain bites meant and, without this knowledge, he accidentally claims Stiles as his mate. Alpha werewolves mate forever. However...

Betas don't.

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Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.

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They stare at each other from across the entryway, equally stunned, before Derek's eyes dilate and Stiles realizes just how monumental a bad idea this may have been.

(Or, the one where Stiles plays with wolfsbane and it doesn't do what he expected it to.)

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The next morning Stiles wakes up and greets the day with a single focus. They are going to have perfectly quiet sex in his room if it kills him. It’s going to happen. It has to.

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It’s mating season and Derek tracks Stiles down and catches him doing something naughty.

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Stiles wants to get a unique gift for his boyfriend, turns out Stiles isn’t the only one with a surprise.

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"Did you even pull out from last night?" Stiles asks, remembers Derek fucking into him teasingly, edging him to the brink of orgasm so many times that when he finally did allow Stiles to come, it was with the slightest roll of Derek's thumb gliding through the precome leaking from the head of his cock. Stiles twists his head to look at Derek, but his back is kept flush against Derek's chest when the arm around his waist drapes over his chest, only managing to turn himself enough to look at the ceiling.

"No," Derek replies, shifts again, still getting harder inside of Stiles, his thick shaft dragging against Stiles' already sensitive rim, makes his breath catch.

"But - god, wow, that feels - wait, didn't you knot me the second time around?"

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Alternate Universe : In which Derek and Stiles are neighbors, and Stiles somehow gets the fantastic idea to hack Derek's computer to allow him an all access pass to spy through his webcam. It's not like he'll see something he shouldn't, right?