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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Teen Wolf or any of the characters found in it. This is a non-profit fic, written for the enjoyment of others.
NOTE: This will be an Omega!verse fic mixed in with famous actor!Derek, first acting job!Stiles, AU, Mpreg, fake violence- maybe some real, kidnapping, etc. Characters all the way up through season 4 may make appearances. If there's a particular character you love, just comment and I'll try my best to give them a role!

Alphaville

"Miss Argent!"

"Miss Argent! Over here!"

"One question!"

Lydia Martin raised one perfectly manicured hand into the air to silence the onslaught of screams for attention. The reporters all immediately fell silent; after all, no one ignored Lydia Martin. She was certainly an Alpha to be reckoned with. "Ladies, gentlemen," she began with her custom smile, which was both deceivingly innocent and sweetly demanding, "on behalf of Allison and myself, we thank you for coming to our first of many press releases to announce that Alphaville has been signed on for another four books to complete the series." She looked around at each person present, allowing them a few seconds to applaud and cheer. "And before we continue on to the questions- which my beautiful client will be more than happy to answer for you- we've got one more surprise for you. Allison, if you will..."

Allison Argent, Lydia's best friend and author of the best-selling series, Alphaville, stood from her seat and took Lydia's place before the microphone. She waved out to the crowd of reporters, resisting the urge to squint from the sea of flashing cameras before her. "Good evening," she said sweetly, her dark curls falling into her face as she nodded. She tucked the offending hair behind her ear and continued. "As my fabulous publisher mentioned, we do in fact have a surprise for you." She motioned back to the table she had just vacated, where a copy of each of the finished novels in the Alphaville series were on display. "We've been receiving hundreds of emails, letters, and messages on our website from readers who want to know if a movie deal is anywhere in the series's future... And today, I'm excited to announce to all of our fans that yes, Alphaville is being adapted for television as we speak."

The entire bookstore where the release was taking place suddenly irrupted with shouts of excitement and surprise, each reporter and curious bookstore shopper all fighting for the author's attention.

Allison allowed the reporters and fans a few moments to clap and ask their questions, and she could not make heads or tales of anything they were shouting. She felt Lydia gently nudge her arm. Taking the hint, she raised her hands, silencing the boisterous crowd. "Now, I know you're all excited about what I told you, but that's not really the surprise I wanted to share with you today." Before anyone could interrupt she continued, "The big surprise is that we've already cast the role of Alphaville's lead Alpha, Warren Hills." She pursed her lips mischievously and shrugged her shoulders, "And, he's actually here today..."

"Warren?" Lydia called as she and Allison each took a step to either side of the microphone to make room for the oncoming character. A display curtain, which had been hung directly behind Lydia and Allison, began to open...

DrarryTLA

"So... How did it go? Was it awesome?"

Derek laughed as he was nearly tackled to the ground as soon as he closed the door of his loft. "No, hello?"

"Derek Alexander Hale," chastised the smaller brunette who had latched onto him. "Tell me how it went or I'll tell you goodbye."

"Stiles," Derek started in mock warning as he pinned the smaller man to the door. He gently rubbed his stubbled cheek against Stiles's neck and breathed in his delicious vanilla scent. "You always say you're going to leave me... and you haven't done it yet."

"Yeah? Well, there's a first time for everything, Sourwolf," Stiles laughed as he pulled Derek's face towards his, locking him in a warm embrace.

After the kiss, Derek simply pressed their foreheads together and smiled gently. "It went really well," he finally said in answer to Stiles's previous questions. "There were a lot of reporters and fans. I signed a whole shit ton of autographs and suffered through thousands of pictures."

"And did they put you in character clothes?" Stiles asked hopefully. "Because you know Warren Hills has a couple of scars and dark, sexy jeans, and a bad-ass leather jacket, and-"

"Stiles?" Derek said pressing a finger to the brunette's lips. "You're beginning to ramble, and no. There were no costumes today. We haven't even finished casting or the screenplay, for that matter. And before you try asking, yes. Everyone else agreed with you about me getting the part as Warren. Apparently we have the same 'brooding' stare and 'devastatingly handsome' good looks."

"God, my boyfriend is the sexiest bad-ass actor on the planet," Stiles cooed. "Just so you know, we're going as Warren and Gage for Halloween and Comic Con this year! Those pricks will regret selling out before I could get my tickets!"

"What makes you think you'll get tickets this year?" Derek asked with a chuckle as he carried Stiles into the living room.

"You promised we could abuse your A-list actor status to get me tickets this year," Stiles pouted in return.

"Let's not forget the conditions of that promise, Stiles," Derek smirked as he dropped his lover unceremoniously onto the black leather couch before taking a seat at his matching leather armchair.

"Wait! That was real!?" Stiles exclaimed as he pulled himself up. Derek's response was a deadpanned look, sculpted eyebrow raised as if daring Stiles to challenge him. "Alright, I get it," Stiles pouted tossing a pillow at his smug alpha. "I'll go to the damn casting call... But I want passes for each day at Comic Con!"

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"Guys, listen up!" Lydia called as she stepped out from the backstage door to greet the hundreds of interested readers. "For the preliminary auditions you'll deliver your prepared monologue- you've only got twenty-five seconds so make it count, and you'll read from a section of the screenplay to be determined by Allison and myself." She allowed her words to sink in. "Any questions?" She looked around. Seeing no hands, she clapped her hands once, "Excellent! We'll begin in five minutes." With that she was gone, the heavy stage door closing ominously behind her.

Stiles rolled his eyes at Lydia's antics. He would never understand why she chose to be such a bitch to everyone, though he supposed it was alright since she was one of the top agents in her field- and one of only few women alpha or otherwise. "Nervous?" he asked leaning over to the humming beta next to him.

"Do I look nervous?" the blonde asked sarcastically. Stiles did not particularly care for the tone of his voice.

"Wow, you're an ass." Stiles stood from his seat. "Word of advice, douche-bags never win. Good luck on your audition." Stiles walked away from the rude beta and made his way through the crowd of mumbling hopefuls, some of whom came in costume. He couldn't help thinking that management had probably made a big mistake in allowing an open casting call as he walked past one poorly costumed alpha who obviously missed the memo that Warren had already been cast...

Stiles pulled his cellphone from the pocket of his dark jeans and dialed a very familiar number. It only rang one time. "How is it going?"

"It's currently not going," Stiles said with a laugh as he leaned against the wall to his left. "There are hundreds of people here."

"They wanted some new faces... How long are they giving you?" Derek asked.

"Twenty-five seconds," Stiles said with a sigh. "There are literally hundreds of people here," he repeated incredulously. "They probably should've cut the monologue to move things along."

"It won't take as long as you think," Derek said reassuringly. Stiles smiled at the tone. "Trust me, Lydia isn't planning to give everyone their full time. Over half of the people there won't make it past the first ten seconds. They know exactly what they want so everyone else will be in and out before you know it."

"Well that's good to hear," Stiles chuckled. "I'll be out of here in time to make my white chocolate brownies for dinner tonight."

"Dinner?"

"Please tell me you didn't forget that we're going to dinner at Dad's..." Stiles closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. The last thing he needed to do was start screaming at his boyfriend in the hall, especially with so many random people roaming around. He had a knack for using Derek's full name against him when the alpha annoyed him, and since they've been keeping their relationship out of the tabloids successfully for three years, he didn't want to blow their cover now.

"Stiles," Derek began with a laugh, "please tell me you remember that your dad asked to switch dinner tonight to lunch tomorrow?"

Stiles exhaled in a loud huff. "You're right," he said feeling silly. "I guess I'm more nervous about this audition than I thought."

"You're going to do great," Derek encouraged. "You've got the look down, your accent is pretty good for only using Doctor Who as a reference to practice, and you know the series inside and out. You know, I feel like you're going to do better than you're giving yourself credit for."

"You have to say that because you're my boyfriend," Stiles said with a fond smile. "I can't believe I let you bully me into this."

"I'm not bullying you," Derek said. "I'm getting you passes to Comic Con, so technically I'm paying you to be there."

"My weakness!" Stiles exclaimed. "You're right, Sourwolf," he pulled himself from the wall, "this isn't about me getting the job, it's about me going to Comic Con. It's always been about me going to Comic Con."

"I love you too," Derek said flatly.

"Don't be like that," Stiles said with a laugh. "You know I love y- Hey!" From out of nowhere someone roughly bumped into Stiles, knocking his cell phone out of his hand. "Was this empty hall not big enough for you, asshole?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" asked the asshole who was much larger than Stiles expected as he rounded on the other man. His voice was low and scathing despite the elegant British accent, speaking as if Stiles were a cockroach.

"Do you see any other assholes around?" Stiles fired back. He took silent pleasure at the way the other man's eyes widened as if he hadn't expected Stiles to retaliate.

However, the other man- whom Stiles could now tell was an alpha- composed himself quickly and stepped closer to Stiles. "You must not know who I am, so I'll let it slide this time."

Stiles did not like the predatory look in the alpha's eyes, but he did not want the prick to think he was scared so he stood his ground as the alpha took another step closer. "You don't look very important to me," Stiles said with a low growl in warning of the alpha continuing to invade his personal space. His eyes flicked down to the ground where his phone had landed, and he wished Derek was here in person to beat this guy's arrogant ass.

"The name's Vince," the alpha said with a low chuckle. "You're obviously quite the character if you don't recognize the most sought-after bachelor in the business."

"Oh! Or maybe you're not as desirable as you think you are," Stiles deadpanned.

To Stiles's displeasure, Vince laughed. "You are the feistiest omega I've ever met." He reached a hand up to gently place his palm on Stiles's cheek. "It's quite refreshing."

Stiles fought the urge to turn his cheek and bite Vince's fingers off. He glared up at the man in steadily growing anger and settled with, "My alpha thinks I'm pretty alright too, and I'd hate for him to mess up that pretty face when I tell him how you shoved me- interrupting our conversation- and then put your hands all over me.

Vince removed his hand from Stiles's cheek, amusement clearly written all over his face. "I'm fairly certain this won't be our last encounter." He turned and continued on his way.

Stiles waited until Vince was out of sight before grabbing his phone off the ground. "You'll never guess what just happened!" he huffed into the phone, hoping Derek was still there.

"What happened?" Derek asked. "Do I need to come down there?"

Before Stiles could explain that he was fine and that Vince was an ass-hole, a young beta with a head set and clipboard called down the hall, "Stilinski, you're up next." Stiles nodded at the man, letting him know he'd been heard. "Coming," he called back softly as the beta disappeared. "Derek-"

"It's alright," Derek interrupted. "Tell me all about it when you get home. Good luck," he finished fondly.

"I thought you weren't supposed to say that in show business," Stiles chuckled as he went back the way he'd come.

"It doesn't apply to auditions."

"I'm 99% sure that's not how it works," Stiles smiled. "But either way, I've got to go!" He hung up the phone just as the same beta from before grabbed his arm gently and ushered him into the audition room. "Stiles Stilinski, audition number one, zero, zero, seven, three."

The beta handed the panel of judges the resumè Stiles and Derek had spent all night working on and then swiftly left, leaving Stiles alone before the table. "Hello-" Lydia said with a smile, faltering slightly at the sight of Stiles's first name.

"I go by Stiles," Stiles chuckled.

"Your resumè says that you've never acted before, and this is your first audition?" Allison asked.

"That's what it says," Stiles said rubbing the back of his neck as the third judge remained silent, a pointed glare the only indication that Stiles was even on his radar. He was pretty sure the older alpha hadn't even blinked yet. Proudly displaying his age, the man's hair was thick and handsomely peppered with the same grey that adorned his goatee, and his skin was evenly tanned, appearing quite toned beneath his black v-neck. Overall, he was quite attractive and intimidating as hell...

Lydia giggled as she looked between Stiles and the silent judge. "Don't mind him, Stiles. This is Chris Argent, Allison's dad. He's going to be one of our co-directors, and just between us, he's been cast as-"

"Renè Pelletier!" Stiles finished in excitement. He gave the older alpha another look. "Damn, he's perfect!"

A small smile was the only acknowledgement Stiles received from Chris as Allison spoke up again, "So you know the series?"

"Inside and out," Stiles said with a small laugh, not really sure what to do when Lydia and Allison put their heads together and began whispering and giving him intense once overs with their calculating eyes. They certainly made quite the pair. "So... should I do my monologue?" Stiles asked nervously.

"Just go ahead and read this scene for us," Allison said in response as she and Lydia broke apart. She nodded at Chris, who then held out a grey binder. "The highlighted passage on page twenty-one," she instructed as Stiles took the notebook from her father.

"I'm reading as Gage?" Stiles questioned nervously.

"That's the one," Allison smiled.

Stiles took a few moments to skim the lines, easily piecing together which part of the book this particular scene had been pulled. He took a calming breathe and slowly lifted his head, looking just past Allison and Lydia as he delivered the first line...

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"Allison," Lydia began after the last person to audition was finally gone, "we just sat through nearly three-hundred auditions- I deserve to go dancing!"

Allison rolled her eyes at her red-haired friend, "There were only one-hundred and ten people, Lyds."

"Details," Lydia scoffed, grabbing her bag from the floor and pulling out her bright pink lipstick to reapply. "Chris, what's the name of that new place your charming omega works now?"

"Firefox," Chris said simply as he gathered up the very short pile of portfolios they would be using for the callback auditions.

"Firefox," Lydia repeated pursing her lips, "It sounds nice. Do you want to come with?"

"No," Chris said, "I'm going to sit down and work on finishing the script."

"Dad, you don't have to do that today," Allison said with a laugh. "We haven't even finished casting."

"But we did find our Gage," Lydia added as she approached Chris and flipped through the folders until she landed on number 10073. Allison came closer and peered over her shoulder as she pulled out the head-shots the adorable omega had supplied. "He's perfect."

"He's got the exact body shape and style I imagined as I was writing," Allison said practically bouncing in excitement. "The eyes, the nose, the height, the smile- and I bet he has a dark side!"

"And he's a fox," Chris added as he gently took the folder back from Lydia. He put it in his briefcase with the others.

"Well that just makes him even more perfect!" Allison squealed. "And I'm not sure how you picked up on it, but that's besides the point."

"Now we just need to get him in here with Derek to read through some of the scenes they'll have together," Lydia said rubbing her chin in contemplation. "I think they'll have really good chemistry..."

DrarryTLA

"Derek, are you listening to me?" Stiles asked with a pout as he pulled another Oreo from the pack and threw it at his boyfriend.

"Did you just hit me with an Oreo?" Derek asked as he lowered himself from the pull-up bar he'd been using and turned to see Stiles sitting on the couch glaring at him.

"That's what you get for ignoring me," Stiles said smugly. He munched on another Oreo as Derek came over to join him.

"Stiles, I heard every word," Derek laughed. "You didn't get to do your monologue, but they let you read through a scene."

"And I got molested by an ass-hole!" Stiles added loudly. He picked out another Oreo and pulled the two cookies apart, peeling off the thick layer of cream and offering it to Derek.

"Vince?" the alpha said as he leaned forward, allowing Stiles to feed him the cream.

"So you were listening!" Stiles said sarcastically. "You should be more upset about this. I think you should go defend my honor and kick his ass."

"Stiles," Derek laughed as he pulled the omega into his lap, "this isn't the dark ages, so I can't just wolf out and tear people limb from limb."

Stiles licked his bottom lip as he watched Derek's mouth move while he talked. Then his amber eyes locked on to steel blue eyes, Oreos forgotten. "I suppose letting him watch you take me over and over would also be out of the question?" He didn't even try to hide his satisfied smirk as he felt his boyfriend harden beneath him. The alpha was very interested in that idea.

Derek let out a low growl, his eyes briefly flashing red. "Definitely out of question," he said before capturing his omega's lips in a heated kiss. He settled his hands on the globes of Stiles's ass and firmly squeezed, bringing the smaller man even closer.

"I'm glad you prefer to workout topless," Stiles moaned as he tangled his hands in Derek's hair.

"Why's that?" Derek asked as his lips trailed from Stiles's mouth to his neck, enjoying the sweet aftertaste of chocolate and cream.

"Shirts just get in the way," Stiles breathily chuckled as he tossed his head back to allow Derek more access to his throat.

"You're right," Derek said huskily as the sound of ripping fabric reached Stiles's ears just before Derek's hot tongue trailed down his now naked torso.

"I need a few new shirts anyway."