Obi-Wan and Anakin are sent to find a rumored weapon from the Old Republic on a mission directly from the Jedi Council, taking them away from the front lines at a vital time. During the course of the mission, they find far more than trouble than the anticipated and stumble into a series of events that leads to unintended attachments, misunderstandings, a fierce love affair, bloody victories, and an eventual end to the Clone Wars...

"What is it with alphas in rut and feeding me?" says Yuri. It just comes out, because Yuri is a disaster.

"What," says Victor.

"What," says Yuri.

"What?" says Victor. "I'm not in -- which alpha was feeding you? What did they feed you? Were they courting you? Did you --"

"I'm going back to bed," says Yuri.

Yuri's in preheat and Victor is going crazy. More crazy.

Their one night of passion in Sochi left Victor Nikiforov with a bit more of a souvenir than either he or Yuuri Katsuki bargained for. Oops?

Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King's son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he's forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he's been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.

Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.

If only the Prince didn't have other ideas.

Yuri knew exactly what was going to happen when Katsudon announced his retirement, but he was too late to kill Victor.

Yuuri and Viktor are aiming for a third consecutive Grand Prix gold as the new skating season rolls around. Halfway through the qualifiers, however, Yuuri realises that he's pregnant. He can either tell Viktor, who he knows would freak out and demand that he withdraw from the Grand Prix, or he can keep his mouth shut, keep his mate at bay, and win the gold that he's worked so hard for.

Easier said than done.

All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He'll never have any of that again.

Derek Hale hates libraries.

Unfortunately, not all books can be ordered on Amazon.

(Or: in which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.)

"Don’t do it,” he mutters. “Don’t do it, please, don’t do it.”

But there it is, a soft pink line appearing right next to the control. Stiles’ legs give out from under him; he sinks to the bathroom floor, hands shaking, his entire body shaking. It’s hard to breathe, his vision blurring around the edges. There’s a knock on the door behind him and then it opens and Scott sits down next to him.

“I’m fucked,” Stiles gasps, tears prickling at his eyes. “I’m fucked!"

Harry Potter presents as alpha at fifteen, and it is supposed to change his life for the better. Instead, it leads him to a beautiful noble omega he cannot have, a political plot he cannot escape, and a threat on his life.

Stiles is a teenaged, unmated omega whose sixteenth birthday is fast approaching.

Derek is the beta who loves him, and promises to claim him.

And then it all goes to hell.

Shh: Eren goes into heat. Levi helps him through it.

Breathe In: Levi goes into heat. Eren helps him through it and notices something he probably shouldn't have.

Things in Beacon Hills are always weird, but Deputy Derek Hale is pretty damn sure he's getting the brunt of this week's insanity. There's a serial killer in town getting their kicks by posing people weirdly and maybe the local coven is to blame. His mom's setting up his sister with his new boss's cute son. There's some guy talking in his head. Oh, and his heat kicks in, four months too early. Also: he's pretty sure cell phones are the worst thing on the planet.

This is Derek Hale's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. All he wants is to enjoy his new apartment in peace. But you can't always get what you want. And if he tries real hard, will the voice in his head help him get what he needs?

Wolves aren't meant to be alone. Laura tells Derek this repeatedly. Which... is why Derek knows he's losing his mind, as Laura has been dead for more than six years. Wolves aren't meant to be alone.

And so he sends away for a companion. JUST for a companion, not for a mate. The universe, however, has a different plan in store for him.

In which there's a website that matches up Omegas in heat and others willing to help them out. Also in which Derek is one of those Omegas. Oh, and another thing.

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StilesS: You’ve never gone through heat with anyone?

DerekH: No.

“Kira doesn't care a wick if you can afford her dresses and bonnets, I'm well aware. It doesn't change the fact that I have to look after her best interests. I'd like her to be with an Alpha that puts her above all else even if he cannot afford her every luxury.”

Scott looks surprised. “I know you do not know me, sir, but I can promise you that that is my only wish. I—I love Kira quite dearly, and all I want is to provide for her, make her happy.”

“So you will marry off your brother,” Derek says, taking a sip from his drink.

-0-

In which Kira is Derek's ward, Stiles is Scott's brother, and omega heat cycles are good for everyone.

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

Stiles didn't need an alpha. He might want one, though.

"You're not putting that up your butt," Scott told him flatly and Stiles couldn't stop the pissed off whine he made, but his friend continued. "Stiles, you can't put that up your butt, you know that. Your butt won't be ready for anything to go in it until-"

"Okay, okay!" he said, flailing his hands to stop his friend's lecture. "Message received, no butt stuff until I'm pounced on by some freaking animal in the forest and ravished to within an inch of my life. Got it. Thanks, Scotty, I mean heaven forbid I actually try to take control of my life and give myself a fighting chance or anything."

"Not all alphas are animals," Scott said quietly.

Maybe he was right, but Stiles wasn't holding his breath.

A story about learning to get out of your own way.

"It shouldn't have affected Derek," Lydia says over the phone. "But maybe—because of your bond."

"What bond," Derek says.

Something is happening to Stiles. He’s losing time. Something is messing with his head, with his body. Maybe if he felt better he’d think to be worried.

No matter whether their rank be emperor or lowly lord, they always beg the same, “Accept me.”

Lady Lydia is the only one who suspects the truth.

Derek's a pregnant omega werewolf; Stiles and Erica do steady business as the only supernaturally qualified omega midwives in five counties. Clearly, it's meant to be.

Now, if only the guy at Starbucks can get Stiles's frappuccino order right.

Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In it’s place a bone deep weariness settled. He couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t survive this.

Stiles Stilinksi, an omega and teenage nobody, is going into heat very soon.

Alpha Derek Hale takes notice.

Dean Winchester never wanted to go home again. Going back to Lawrence meant people who knew what he was, who didn't buy into the lie. But with a tragic accident, he's back and dealing with the death of his father, the social stigma and objectification of being an out Omega, and the lingering aftermath of a long-ago crime.

It was always said that the Omega had the choice. The Omega chose their Alpha. Sure, that was great on paper, but no one ever told Stiles how many strings had to be pulled and deals had to be made behind the scenes for him to be pushed into choosing the Alpha everyone wanted him to choose.

Of course there was a choice to be made, but he definitely wasn't the one who was supposed to make it.

Stiles hates spending heats alone. (Note: Stiles/Jackson is brief.)

Derek and Stiles have been solving problems for the Hale pack for years, but this one's turning out to be more complicated than it seems.

The Migratory Patterns of Omegas: Erica and Stiles are convinced that they're going to go down in history as the first-ever omegas at Beacon Hills High School to go unclaimed. But they also, deep down, have an alpha that they're hoping will come to them when they go into heat. Both of these ideas about instinctive mating are pretty much entirely wrong.

The Mating Rituals of Alphas: Sure, Derek was born an alpha but he's never been good at all that dominant behavior that's expected of him, and even though the adults around him tell him to be himself, he worries that he'll never claim an omega if he doesn't get it together. But his omega actually already claimed him, years ago.

Arrives Without a Suitcase: Stiles finds himself pregnant with his fourth at the same time his friends Erica, Scott and Allison are all having their first. So of course they not only want his advice, but tell him he should write a guide to pregnancy that doesn't assume all omegas are passive and docile, and remembers that betas can carry children, too. To his surprise, he finds he's up for the challenge.

Stiles was bitten instead of Scott. Peter is not a nice alpha. (Make sure you read the warnings!)

There was no good way to say it: sorry about your surprise sex swap and your nonconsensual werewolf bite also rearranged your butt plumbing and congratulations, I've probably destroyed your sex life forever were not exactly Hallmark sentiments.

The night before Stiles turns eighteen, Derek Hale spills coffee on him. Things get weirder (and more awesome) from there. (Alpha!Stiles AU)

Derek is still trying to figure out what to do about this when a woman’s frantic voice comes down the aisle. “Baby, baby, baby—no kick. I’m so sorry. It’s a thing lately.” She waggles a finger at her son. “We don’t kick."

I'm Betting This Wasn't Beta Tested: Derek is thrown into a violent heat in the wake of Lydia and Peter's actions at the end of Party Guessed. Debilitated by his own needs, Derek reaches out to Stiles, the only person he wants and can hope to trust.

Well, You Failed That Pop-Quiz: Derek's life is never easy. That's probably why he ends up on Deaton's exam table then Stiles' bedroom. There are some issues no wolf should ever have to deal with and being unexpectedly bred in the aftermath of his heat is at the top of the list.

There Will Be an Essay Portion: Dude plus dude does not equal baby. Stiles knows this. He did the math. Only it turns out that werewolf math works differently sometimes. Yeah, Stiles is in so deep. His dad is going to make sure of that.

How to Pass a Take-Home Exam: Sheriff Stilinski just learned about werewolves and the upcoming arrival of an unexpected grandchild via an impossible magic pregnancy. He's having a very hard day. Unfortunately, his evening doesn't look like it will be any easier.

Study Buddies: Everybody needs a support system, especially Derek and Stiles.

Is This Supposed to be Group Work?: Whatever. It's okay. So, Stiles walked in on Isaac and Derek, the person carrying his unborn child, all snuggled up nice and intimate in his bed. No problem right? And even if there were, Stiles is totally the bigger man so he's cool with that. He's fine with everything. No he is. He's totally fine. See how fine he is? He's awesome. Everything's just. Freaking. Fracking. Great.

A Crash Course in European History: Allison's summer has been bad enough without Derek Hale appearing at her door. Luckily, he doesn't seem angry and she knows where her dad keeps the wolfsbane bullets.

Stiles runs away during his first heat, right into the waiting and ambiguously scary arms of the Alpha's nephew, Derek Hale. He doesn't have any choice except to submit, but along the way, he digs up a mystery that threatens his family and even the town's safety.

AU. Alphas are like royalty and are offered their choice of any age eighteen-and-up virgin Omega for each year's heat season, as a 'thank-you' to all they've done for their compounds throughout the year. Derek is an Alpha and...yeah, Stiles. Stiles is an Omega. And still a virgin. In every way. And he's just turned eighteen. This...is not his day.