#sterek abo

It’s been close to two years that they’ve been trying to add an heir to the Hale Pack. Stiles, as the mate and omega of the alpha werewolf he has one sole purpose, to produce that heir. It seems he can’t even do the one thing he was meant to do. 

“I’m afraid your test results have come back. It looks like,” the OBGYN looks up from the file, eyes pinched. The file closes in his hands and he looks up to meet the eyes of the omega in front of him, “the likelihood of you being able to produce a viable egg for insemination, is very slim,” he pauses to gauge Stiles’ reaction, “impossible, more likely.”

Stiles stops listening to the words the doctor is saying, a stream of tears rolling down his face. A tissue blots at the tears as his mind already turns to what is going to happen now. Behind him the doctor is talking about his options, and treatments he could undergo, but Stiles knows what this means. 

He’s infertile. 

With no way to supply his alpha with a child, he was practically useless. Soon, Derek will take a new omega, one that isn’t broken. Someone who can give him the family he craves. 

Stiles had gone to the appointment alone, Derek busy with his alpha duties. It was also unexpected of alphas to participate omega errands such as this.  At worst he thought he was going to need some help getting pregnant, possibly needing to take part in IVF or something. The news he gets is far worse and more devastating than he can stand. The omega wishes his mate was with him. 

He exits the office with a handful of pamphlets of agencies that will help find a viable omega. He’s not sure how long he sits in the parking lot, staring at the offensive pieces of paper, understanding just what they implied. His replacement is imminent. 

Rage filled his barren belly and he screamed. It’s completely improper for an omega to show anything but pleasant emotions, which is why he waited to get to the comfort of his car. As if to mock him, a heavily pregnant omega walks passed his car with a toddler on her hip and another by her side. She saw Stiles slam his hand into the steering wheel and hurries her children to the door of the doctor’s office. 

At this point, Stiles doesn’t care about omega propriety, he’s already a screw up, might as well keep that train going. 

The stack of pamphlets in his hand get ripped to shreds, tears flowing as he does so. When the papers are thoroughly shredded, he opens the window and throws it out. The sick similarity it makes to confetti makes Stiles even more mad. 

He doesn’t remember the drive home, or the walk into the house that would never house a child he carried. Looking at the nursery that is set up next to the master bedroom sends a new wave of overwhelming sadness into Stiles’ heart. Without a warning, he collapses on the floor, looking into the nursery he worked so hard to put together for his first child, a child they expected a over a year ago. 

The house is quiet, thankfully, the pack Derek made after his family died in a horrible fire years ago is out training. Stiles remains on the floor, curling into himself, hands on his stomach that will forever be flat. Empty. 

While he’s on the floor he starts to think of solutions, what he can do to spare himself of the embarrassment of being the barren mate of the last standing member of the Hale Wolf Pack. He considers running away, but he can’t possibly leave Derek. Derek is his mate, his everything. Leaving would cause them both an intense amount of pain, maybe to the point of death. 

Ultimately he decides to keep it quiet, for as long as he can. He needs time to work this through himself, before he sees Derek take another omega. He has another heat coming in a couple of weeks, he’ll insist that everything is fine. They’ll continue trying for something that will never happen.  

His next heat comes and goes, with no change in the results. Derek is saddened by the news of another unsuccessful heat, Stiles knows why and it breaks his heart. His alpha smells the sadness on the omega, but doesn’t know the true reason for it, assuming it’s for the negative test in his hands. 

Slowly, Stiles starts accepting his fate. He feels guilt every time Derek fucks into him without knowing it’s all for nothing. Stiles goes and gets more pamphlets for the omega finding agencies. Their websites are all informative but what they provide still doesn’t sit right with Stiles. He closes out the tabs and finishes dinner before the betas crowd into the kitchen. 

Two more heats pass, Stiles still unable to carry a child. With each passing heat Derek always reminds Stiles that their time will come, that they will have a child together. The omega has grown very good at hiding his emotions, and feigning hopefulness when he felt hopelessness. 

More time is spent on those agency websites. He creates an account, using his alpha’s name because as an omega he is ineligible to do this sort of business. Slowly he feeds his way through thousands of applicants, all omegas without packs, searching to be someone’s omega. There is even a section specifically for second omegas, which Stiles spends a lot of time looking at. 

All the while maintaining his ignorant act. Sometimes it’s easy, like when Derek is sad by another negative pregnancy test. Other times it’s hard, like when Derek thrusts into him with talk of breeding, and seeing Stiles big and round with his pups. 

Stiles sets up his first interview with a young omega named Natalie on a Tuesday morning, She asks where Derek is, considering she thought she was meeting with him, Stiles comes up with the excuse that Derek is out of town on last minute business. Natalie seems nice, but she’s young, only 17, and she twirls her hair. She’s not the one. Stiles shakes her hand and escorts her out. Stiles wonders if Derek would like a younger omega. She’d be able to provide more children compared to Stiles. He’s 26, ancient in omega childbearing years. This is going to be hard. 

Derek comes home and catches Natalie’s scent on Stiles. 

“Who’s that on you?” he asks, if it were a beta or alpha scent he’d probably be more upset. It’s not uncommon for omega’s to hang out with other omegas. 

“An omega named Natalie, probably won’t be seeing her again,” Stiles continues to chop veggies for the stew he’s making. Derek’s arms wrap around Stiles’ flat stomach, rubbing a little at the possibility of a new life. Stiles knew better. 

That seemed to be the end of that. At least for a few days.

“Okay, what is going on?” Derek asks, as he gets close to Stiles, smelling an omega named Damien on him. 

“What do you mean?” Stiles says, stirring a pot on the stove. 

“You’ve smelled of a new omega everyday for the past week. Normally, I wouldn’t notice, but it’s covering up your own scent.” The alpha moves in on his omega. 

“I told you, I’m just meeting new people, finding new friends.” Stiles says, trying to keep his heart steady. 

“No, there’s something you’re not telling me,” he pulls at his husband, trying to get them to face each other. “You’ve been different for months. What’s going on with you?” He takes the omega’s face into his hands, tilting his head so their eyes meet. 

Stiles figures now is the time. Now or never. The scent in the air changes instantly to a putrid smell of distressed omega.

“I-” Stiles starts, but a cat catches his tongue and a series of sounds comes out. Tears fall, and his face gets taken into his hands. He’s suddenly weak and he needs to sit down. Derek catches him as he slips down the front of the stove. 

“Stiles?” Worry fills his voice as he picks up Stiles and takes him to the kitchen table. “Should I call a doctor? Are you-?” The question goes unasked.

“No,” Stiles says breathing heavily before he can finish. “I’m not pregnant,” Stiles looks up to meet his alpha’s eyes, “I’ll never be.” His face is soaked with tears. 

“Wh- what are you talking about?” Derek asks, eyes roaming Stiles’ face searching for an answer. 

“I- I went to the doctor; a few months back,” this is suddenly so much harder than he could imagine. “I went because we had been trying to have a pup for two years with nothing,” his stomach drops, wondering what Derek will say. “I was worried something was wrong with me,” he diverts his eyes because he doesn’t want to know what Derek’s face will look like. “I was right.”

Derek has tears in his own eyes now. “What does that mean? Stiles, what’s wrong?” a hint of alpha influence seeps in. 

“I can’t have pups,” he just says it. Ripping the bandaid off. 

Derek doesn’t say anything, “wha- what?” 

The question sends Stiles into a rage, the same rage he felt when he first found out. “I’m damaged! I’m broken!” He stands up, releasing Derek’s hands from his person. “I’m infertile!” Stiles motions to his stomach, “there will never be pups in here. I can’t have babies!”

“We’ve- It’s been-” Derek stutters trying to get a clear thought in his head. “How long have you known?” Tears fall from his eyes, though not as abundant as Stiles’.

The omega is embarrassed to say, “almost a year.” Derek doesn’t look at Stiles, he just keeps looking at the chair where the omega was moments ago. 

“Why didn’t you tell me then?” Derek’s voice is soft, broken. 

“I was selfish? I can’t- I couldn’t stand to see you with another omega. I needed time.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The voice that comes from the alpha is a broken voice Stiles never thought he would hear. 

Stiles sighs, and looks to his alpha, who still hasn’t moved from where he was crouching in front of Stiles’ chair. 

“You need a new omega. One who can give you the children you want. I’ve been setting up interviews, trying to find someone who you’ll like,” he swallows around the huge lump in his throat. “Someone who will give you the family you crave. An omega better than me.” 

That’s what Stiles was really afraid of. That now, being barren, he wasn’t the best thing for Derek. There had to be someone out there who could be better for Derek. 

“I don’t- Stiles what the hell? I don’t need a new omega!” Derek finally stands and looks to where Stiles is standing. 

“Yes! You do! You need someone who can give you a family. Someone who can give you everything I can’t,” they’re looking at eachother now. 

“No Stiles. I don’t, I need you.” Derek says, voice cracking. “You, are my mate. You are the only one I would wish to have children with. The idea of having any other omega in by bed besides you makes me sick to my stomach,” Derek moves to Stiles. “Those rules are barbaric, idiotic even. You have given me everything I could have ever asked for. Why in the world would you think differently?”

They’re closer now, Derek has Stiles’ hands in his, but Stiles’ eyes won’t meet Derek’s. 

“I can’t give you a family,” Stiles says, still averting his eyes. 

“Stiles, look at me,” just enough influence to make Stiles look up to his alpha. “You are my family. Pups would be amazing, but I don’t need them,” Stiles eyes are filled with tears again, this time the air isn’t filled with putrid fear. “I have you. My mate, the only omega I could ever want or need.”

“But-”

Derek stops Stiles with a kiss. There is salt on Stiles’ lips, from all his tears, it makes the kiss bittersweet. Both of them realizing what Derek is giving up by choosing to keep one omega despite society’s approval of taking another in situations like this. 

“You are the only one I want, the only one I need. Don’t you dare say you can’t give me everything I want, because you already have,” Derek kisses Stiles again, this time something in the air that he hasn’t smelled probably since Stiles found out about his infertility. 

The feeling of relief fills Stiles, it’s an emotion that he can’t even believe he’s feeling. 

“So I can stop interviewing omegas for you?” Stiles asks tears still clouding his eyes. He feels as though he knows the answer. 

Derek lets out a laugh, it surrounded by a mixture of emotions, but it’s a full bellied laugh. “Yes, please.” 

Stiles and Derek reside to the fact that they would never have biological children, but they couldn’t turn away the pup that is dropped on their doorstep a few months later. Her little claws clutching a letter telling of her werewolf lineage, and the mother’s inability to care for her, to give her a pack. 

Two years later, a child in the foster system is exposed to have clawd and bright gold eyes. They couldn’t leave him there. 

A teenager whose family died by the hands of hunters shows up, begging for refuge. 

A toddler left on the side of the road after wolfing out on a family vacation. 

A wolfpup baby whose mother didn’t survive childbirth. 

Meant to be One by sunhazeheart

His nerves felt like a live wire was running hot beneath his skin, hands fidgeting with the silken material of his robe. If he had the concentration to spare, he might had worried about tearing it. It was all he could do to sit there at the vanity, eyes squeezed shut, and try to give in the constricting pressure around his chest that said that he was about to fall into a panic attack. Breath in. Breath out. His own heartbeat rushed in his ears. Being mated to the reclusive king with a frightening reputation to his name, bundled away from his home and father, and then surrounded by underwhelmingly distant faces hiding secrets was not how Stiles Stilinski imagine spending his life soon after turning eighteen. He can only remind himself that it is for the good of his people, both old and newly acquired. But, perhaps first assumptions are made too hastily and a fated match can be made, even surrounded by threats of war, revenge and death’s waiting embrace.

My Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous

“If he wants to mate Stiles, why not let him?” Jackson asked, ready to part with Stiles if need be. “Because if I did that, I’d be demoting Lydia,” Alpha Stilinski replied. “We don’t even know how good of a Beta he is,” Lydia countered, bristling some that her status was being challenged. “That’s because he’s not a Beta,” Alpha Stilinski stated. “He’s an Alpha.”

Love's Violent Delights by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Derek caught the way the man’s eyes looked over Stiles before lingering on his ass. He waited for the clerk to place the key on the counter before he reacted. Stiles startled at the loud noise, turning away from the pamphlets in the display box to see Derek pinning the clerk’s head against the counter. He drew in an even breath, looking between the struggling man and Derek. Derek briefly looked at Stiles, hesitating before he saw the gleam of excitement in Stiles’ eyes and the hint of lust in his scent. “Ever look at him, or any other Omega, like that again, and I’ll slice your eyes out with my claws.” He shoved the man back, not caring of the commotion that was made as he snatched up the key from the counter.

All Derek Ever Wanted by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Stiles knew Derek always wanted a big family. And, for the longest time, he thought he'd be the one to give it to him. Life, devastatingly, has other plans. Prompt: "I've been thinking about omega stiles n alpha derek. They're trying to hav a baby. But one day stiles go to the doc, n he imply that stiles can't get pregnant. Stiles keep it secret and try to make derek divorce him."

Summer Contest by kits_lightning

The moment Derek stepped into the fighting ring and faced Stiles he remembered why he was doing all of this. The omega gawked at him and barely paid attention to the other competitors Talia was mentioning and Derek smiled at the thought of having all of his attention. Stiles blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck and began to run his fingers through his hair while looking away. Derek began to wonder how far down that blush traveled when he shook his head and tried to focus on the imminent battle. He caught the last of what his mother was saying. “—have a good fight and good luck.” More clapping and the horn that signaled the beginning of the fight sounded.

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

The Best Things in the World Must be Felt with the Heart by solostsobroken

The Argent family had been kidnapping and illegally selling omegas for years. When FBI Agent Derek Hale and his team go and raid their home, they find, rescue and free dozens of omegas. That was ALL Derek had expected to be doing. What he hadn't expected was to find his own mate, Stiles, chained up with the rest of them. Seeing the omega severely sick and injured, Derek is determined to nurse him back to health. As he slowly learns more about his mate, he stumbles upon a mystery from Stiles' past that may just turn into the biggest case of his lifetime. Derek is determined to figure it out, no matter how long it takes.

The Hills Call

Five years ago, Prince Derek of the Hale Empire had fallen for the son of a Baron, Genim of Stilinski. His mother had not approved, and after some time imprisoned Genim escaped to the Dukedom of the Shore, where he was taken in by Duke Christopher and Lady Allison. Now, Prince Derek is on his deathbed from a poisoning and it is up to Genim, now called Stiles, to nurse him back to health. Wary of the Hale Empire, Stiles returns with their young son to see if he can heal Derek of his illness and escape the threats he still feels from the Empress herself.

Waiting Games by Jerakeen

Being an only child and heir to the throne, Stiles had always known he may not have the luxury of marrying for love. When he’d realized he was an omega to boot, things had taken an even more uncomfortable turn for him. Omegas are rare. An omega as the heir apparent is almost unheard of. Which is why there is no wiggle room when it comes to the tournament.

Wants & Needs by MadcapRomantic

Derek Hale has been participating in the Beacon Hills Mating Run for a decade, each year coming up without a mate. His mother, convinced this is his lucky year, persuades him to run one last time. Enter Stiles, a young Omega with an unwanted Alpha nipping at his heels. Family or not, Peter is determined to have Stiles. But convinced they are True Mates, there isn't anything Derek won't do to keep Stiles safe.

When All the Pieces Fit by NARKOTIKA

"Does he even realize? With the cooking and cleaning andandand—now this fucking baby?" Isaac fumes. Said baby waves its fist in the air, and Stiles bends to haul him onto a hip. The baby babbles something and Stiles nods his head with complete seriousness, as if everything out of its mouth is perfectly sensible and coherent. Then the kid starts mouthing at Stiles' nipple through his dress and everyone goes dead silent. "I'm going to wife him so hard," Ethan announces, and they all break out into argument over who has the best chance at mating the boy in the river.

Under the Golden Moon by NARKOTIKA

Derek doesn't know how long he sits in his wolf skin, on his haunches, observing Stiles as the sunbeams slant through the trees and cast slashes of light across the omega's willowy form. The boy has his feet in the water, a babe on his hip, a bright smile on his face as the other younglings splash around and soak his garb. The creamy skin of his thighs peek out from the slits running down the sides of his draping skirt, and Derek has never wanted anything more than he wants this beautiful being of the woods.

Angel Choirs and Magic by LadyDrace

Derek has been very, very patient, and has shown frankly incredible self-control in the face of brutal teasing and flirting for two months. But now it's time for the mating run, and he's about to get his reward. Except for how maybe it's actually Stiles getting a treat. Win/win.

Where the Shadow Ends by Green

Derek goes undercover to Delphi to figure out what's wrong with the oracle. He doesn't mean to fall in love.

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? and manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.

Are You the One? by Venrajade

Derek's sister works for a television network with a dating show that claims that they are able to find someone's True Mate. Cora steals a scent sample from Derek and matches him to an Omega applying to the show with a 99% chance of them being mates. Which means Derek is now a reality dating show star. Shit.

And the Cold Pulls You Down by blacktofade

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Stiles asks Derek one night after he’s settled into bed, listening to the sound of Derek brushing his teeth in the bathroom. “Ghosts?” Derek asks, voice muffled by toothbrush and paste as he stands in the doorway to stare at Stiles. Or, the one where Stiles is 99.9% sure their house is haunted and no one believes him.

Build Us a Home by Sourwolf and Stilinski (Kitsune_Moonstar)

When it came time for Stiles to take his tour, he hadn't expected that many alphas to try and court him with the houses they built. And he hadn't dreamed Derek Hale might build him a home that suited them both.

Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant. Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

Knot Thinking With Your Head by KnottheWolf

The first time Sam met Stiles he had no idea who the Omega was, nor did he have any clue that the Omega was already in a series relationship. When he met Stiles, he was hungover and had a massive pounding headache that was killing him to have his eyes open. The Alpha instantly ran to the nearest bathroom to puke in the toilet, before splashing cold water in his face and sighing with relief when the pain was barely there anymore. Flushing the toilet he left the bathroom so he could make himself a cup of coffee, and then start figuring out how to make the best first impression with the other Alpha’s in the fraternity. Now all he wanted to do, when he spotted the Omega was get all up on that cute ass. A 5 + 1 things kind of fic

Empty by modestfuckup

Stiles stops listening to the words the doctor is saying, a stream of tears rolling down his face. His training taught him he has to remain calm. He uses a tissue to blot at the tears as his mind already turns to what is going to happen now. The doctor is talking about his options, and treatments he could undergo, but Stiles knows none of that will work. He’s infertile. With no way to supply his alpha with an heir, he is practically useless. Or the one where Stiles is an infertile omega, and society dictates that if an omega is unable to carry on the alpha's lineage, an alpha is allowed to take another omega. Stiles hides his condition from Derek while he copes and starts the process of finding a new omega for him.

Elskende by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Stiles is an omega concubine, kept sequestered away in the city of Beacon Hills, waiting for his lord Gerard Argent when the Wulver take the city and the alpha takes the omega.

Sex and Violence by halcyon1993

Derek is a feared mafia boss. Stiles gets turned on watching him work.

The Spoils of War by halcyon1993

Alpha Derek is a commander in the Roman Army, tasked with pillaging settlements to claim them for his own people. When he comes across a pretty young Omega during his latest conquest, he can't resist taking him as his personal prize.

Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress

“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?” The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.” Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”

Helen of Troy by standinginanicedress

Stiles can fake laugh, fake smile. He can play coy and he can be demure and barely eat anything in front of them, and he can sit still and do his little song and dance of feigning interest. But this is a little out of his scope. They want him to fully become someone else. They want him to be who everyone wants him to be, and it scares the shit out of Stiles, because he doesn’t know if he can do it for hours and hours while cameras watch his every single move. It’s a lot. It’s more than he bargained for.

And, for a cherry on top:

Yes To Heaven

Stiles ruined him. The damage was irreparable. He didn’t want the food that wasn’t made by Stiles or shared with him; the water tasted stale; the clothes were asphyxiating and scratchy; the air was wrong, wrong without Stiles’ scent in it. Fuck, what was wrong with him? How could that pretty little thing change him so much? He had an iron grip on his control before, being in tandem with his instincts, but within weeks, all of it was gone. As soon as he thought of Stiles, though, of his scent, his moans, and the little wrinkle on his forehead as he orgasmed, his mind settled. What was life before Stiles? Everything was somewhere far, far away, forgotten, bleak, and meaningless. Derek thought he knew what light was as he looked at the microscopic dots of the stars above. Then Stiles came into his life and showed him the sun.

Take Me Away From Here

Derek Hale looked terrifying. With his broad frame and muscles, with his wild black hair and thick beard, with his eyes the color of blood and fangs of a killer. Despite his kindness and his apparent attraction to Stiles, he was still a stranger, a predator, a wolf. The thing is, Stiles would deal, but others might not. People found Lord Hale horrid, monstrous and unapproachable. If Stiles stood behind him, no one would touch him. He’d be safe with the wolf. If not from him, then definitely from everyone else. And that was enough.