I am the king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Since Stiles was 17, Derek thought it would be better for them to wait a bit before having sex. He also thought he wouldn’t have any problem waiting for Stiles to be legal. He was wrong.
Kyle catches Derek’s eye briefly, and Derek twitches and mentally tries to prepare himself for an confrontation or argument with his ex, but what happens next completely takes him by surprise.
Stiles comes out of the Baked Goods aisle next, a bright smile lighting up his face and flailing wildly, thrusting two boxes of brownie mix box at Kyle, and then throws his arms around Kyle’s shoulders.
In which Derek drives a tow truck and Stiles is the weekend dispatcher who attempts to woo him with his lack of a brain-to-mouth filter and affinity for run-on sentences.
Stiles had just accidentally challenged an alpha. Oh God and Scott had just stood by and let him do it. He was the worst best friend ever. Stiles was going to kill him. Except oh right the alpha was going to kill him first. Like beyond dead, ripped into tiny little pieces dead. So far dead that his dad would not be able to identify him, dead.
In a world where Peter Hale lived to create a pack—mayhem ensued and werewolves dominated humans. When Derek killed Peter the powers shifted and he became the new alpha. The only way to ensure peace between werewolves and humans is for Derek to marry the Sheriff; Stiles Stilinski.