#king!derek

[batwynn]

Awkward relationship goals.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Sterek Princess and the Pauper AU: Many years ago, a princess – Allison - and a pauper – Stiles – were born at the same time.

Several years later, the kingdom is in trouble and King Argent tells Princess Allison that she is to marry King Derek in order to save their kingdom from bankruptcy. However, Allison is in love with her tutor, Scott.

The pauper, Stiles, is an indentured servant at Madam Blake's Dress Emporium, working off his parents' debt, but dreams of one day leaving and seeing the world.

Unbeknownst to the King, the reason behind the kingdom's bankruptcy is his adviser, Deucalion, has been stealing the gold from the royal mines. Upon learning from his henchmen that the King has arranged Allison's marriage to King Derek, he comes up with a plan to make Allison mysteriously disappear and when King Derek leaves, Deucalion will pretend that he has found her and earn her hand in marriage, allowing him to accede the throne and become king.

Scott takes Allison for a day out into the kingdom so that she can be free for once. Allison hears Stiles, who is performing in the street to earn money for himself, but Madame Blake collects it as part of his debt. Allison and Stiles meet and learn they are identical, apart from their gender and the birthmark on Allison's shoulder. The two bond over their shared troubles and become fast friends. 

That night, Allison is abducted by Ennis and Kali – Deucalion’s henchmen – who leave a false letter saying she ran away.

Scott, doubting the letter, asks Stiles to impersonate the princess, saving the engagement while he investigates Allison's disappearance. Deucalion is surprised when Stiles, disguised as Allison, presents herself at the palace. King Derek introduces himself and, over time, the two fall in love, but Stiles is worried about what will happen if he is found out.

The real Allison escapes Ennis and Kali, but is turned away from the palace because the guards think the princess is already inside. Mistaking Allison for Stiles, Madame Blake forces Allison into her shop and locks her inside. 

Scott, suspicious of Deucalion, follows the man to the house where Allison was being kept and overhears Deucalion's plans to become the king, but is discovered and captured.

Allison coaxes a stray dog who lives outside the dress shop to take her ring and a tag from the dress shop so someone can find her. Unfortunately, Deucalion and his dog intercept her message and find Allison.

Deucalion takes her to the royal mines where she is imprisoned with Scott after Ennis and Kali cause a cave-in. Deucalion goes back to the palace, exposes Stiles as a fake and has him imprisoned. Deucalion convinces the King that Allison is dead.

Stiles escapes the dungeon by singing a lullaby, causing the guard to fall asleep, and taking his keys. He bumps into King Derek who tells him that he doesn't believe Deucalion's claims.

Meanwhile, Allison and Scott find out how to restore the kingdom's resources with some geodes filled with crystals; the two then confess their love for each other.

Stiles finds the stray dog from the shop who Stiles had befriended over the years—Wolfie, as he calls him—and the dog unearths a mine shaft where Scott and Allison are. He and Derek help them escape.

Allison storms into the castle, revealing her birthmark in order to prove who she is. She reveals the truth about Deucalion, who is arrested along with Ennis and Kali.

Allison tells her father that she knows of a way to save he kingdom that doesn’t mean marrying Derek. She then tells her father that she wants to marry the man she loves; Scott.

The kingdom is saved; but Stiles has to return to the dress shop. One day, a young man comes in. Madame Blake instantly fawns over him, but he dismisses her, asking to see Stiles. She’s taken aback, but calls out the young clothier nonetheless. Stiles feels his heart drop when he sees Derek standing in the shop.

Derek asks Stiles to come with him, promising to never tie him down and to give him all the freedom he dreams of. Madam Blake protests, saying Stiles still has a debt to pay off, but Derek silences her, telling her that he’ll see to it that the young man’s debt is paid.

Stiles goes with him, and months later, Allison and Scott marry, and so do Derek and Stiles.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hello guys! any update on the royalty sterek tag? either derek and stiles will do. thanks :)

I do love a royal AU, here you go!  -Emmy

When True Love Meets Its Match by BlueSunRay

(3,511 / Explicit / WIP)  *sterek, royal au, nurse!stiles, prince!derek, coffee shop au, human au

“Hi, welcome to the Tea Shop. My name is Stiles what can I get you today?” Stiles stated praying that his voice wouldn’t stutter or break as he spoke to the Greek Adonis in front of him.The man smiled at him, making Stiles heart beat faster and breathe a little deeper. How does someone manage to look so beautiful? It should be illegal surely?

“Well, Stiles, nice to meet you. My name is Derek. As for what I want? I’m not sure I think I’ll let you choose and surprise me.”Stiles might have thought that he might have died and gone to heaven after hearing the soothing tone of the man’s deep voice. It was like dark chocolate, and Stiles could hear the man speak all day if he was able to.

“Of course, sir, one special surprise coming right up, you can take a seat and I’ll bring it right over.” Stiles rushed out, ears pinking slightly. Derek smiled again and nodded in an almost regal way before slowly turning and walking over to a table by the window.

Stiles was so doomed.

Or when Stiles is a struggling student nurse and falls in love with the secret Prince of a small country Derek Hale. True Love has met its match.

Sail in the Night Sky by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan)

(10,033 / Teen / Complete)  *sterek, prince!derek, trapeze artist!stiles, circus au

The tent’s canopy looked like sails in the night sky, and despite his family’s earlier protests, Derek felt himself drawn toward them like a ship out to sea…

The momentum of his movements sent him swooping forward like a gull across the waves. The ocean of people below gasped but were otherwise struck silent with awe. The bird glittered as he swung forward, glitter catching across his cheekbones and long fingers that stretched out with his arms, urging his impetus further. The swing carried his flight right up to where Derek was standing, as speechless as the people below. When their gazes met, Derek saw the deep amber eyes reflecting the light, as dazzling as the glitter that painted their edges.

My Prince by Egallore

(12,963 / Explicit / Complete)  *sterek, prince!stiles, gardener!derek, werewolves are known

Stiles likes to think that he’s lived a relatively simple, boring life. There’s not much prince work to do, and a ferocious beast on the loose. None of that matters to him though, because he can always past the time with the grumpy man that works in the palace garden

My Knight in Shining Fur Coat by Ivsterhart13, ScarSacrifices

(24,791 / Not Rated / WIP)  *sterek, prince!stiles, a/b/o, fantasy au, omega!stiles, knight!derek

when the Omega Prince Stiles is stolen from his castle the king will do anything to get him back. King Stilinski hires Knight Derek to track down his son and get him back. After six months the kingdom is about to give up hope when Derek received word from one of his closest comrades about the Omega’s whereabouts. The Knight travels to a distant land where he finds a heavily pregnant Stiles. Can Derek and Stiles make it safely back to the kingdom without being caught by whoever keeps sending those hooded men? Will the kingdom even want Stiles now that he’s no longer the pure, virginous, golden boy?

The Alpha and His Spark by sandyde03

(22,771 / Mature / Complete)  *sterek, werewolves are known, no hale fire, alive hale family, omega!stiles, a/b/o, mpreg

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.

No Mercy by Gia279

(64,742 / Not Rated / Complete)  *sterek, king!stiles, prince!derek

The story of the Boy King was this: when he was sixteen, the Stilinski kingdom was at war with the Novak kingdom. King John was on the front lines with his soldiers when his teenage heir came to check in with him. The king was struck down in a nighttime attack, in front of the boy. The boy took up the king’s dropped sword, mounted his war steed, and slaughtered the enemy forces.

When the remaining soldiers surrendered, he cut them down with his father’s sword and returned home a boy king with a bloodstained reputation.

Meant to be One by smittenone

(102,513 / Not Rated / WIP)  *sterek, a/b/o, omega!stiles, mpreg

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.

He was only eighteen, and already he was set to marry one of the most elusive, feared monarchs in the world that he’d never even set eyes on before.

The Third Way by exclamation

(142,509 / Explicit / WIP)  *sterek, space au, royal derek, rebel stiles, kindapping

Peter Hale always taught that there were two ways to control a galactic empire: through force or through fear. Now Derek Hale is the ruler and trying to hold on to his uncle’s legacy, so he kidnaps the son of a rebel leader to use as a hostage. He hopes that keeping Stiles his prisoner will keep the rebels from launching more attacks, but he doesn’t expect the way Stiles gets under his skin and makes him question everything his uncle taught him.

[halinski]

Kings and Queens

Sooooo uuuuuhhhh I watched the girl king earlier and I am a sucker for medieval stories about badass girls and I immediately got feels and of course feels translated into sterek??? Have fun with a few words I just threw together in an hour!

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4 years ago Derek never would have believed he would be stepping down from the throne to hand the crown to his younger sister, barely 18. 4 years ago, Derek wouldn't have believed he would have ever been King in the first place. In fact, 4 years ago, Derek wasn't sure he would still be alive at this age.

It was 4 years ago that Derek had woken up out of the daze with a jolt, while wandering the forest outside the castle walls in disguise. He woke to the world to the sight of burning amber eyes and pale freckled skin. Oh, and ever since that day life hadn't stopped coming at him. Ever since that day, he could think of nothing but the golden eyes mage with the red cape.

The night was well underway but the festivities made no sign of ending any time soon. Nevertheless, Derek said his farewells to Cora, kneeling before the new queen and kissing her knuckles, before she pulled him to his feet for a proper hug.

"You better send me letters, brother," she told him as she kept her arms locked tight around him. "Don't make me send my best men after you."

"I promise." Derek nodded. "And you better make good use of that crown."

Cora pulled back to look at him with the same fiery, regal eyes their mother had once worn and for just a second Derek mourned his departure.

"You know I will," Cora replied, bodly, shin tilting up and yes, Derek did not regret passing the title on to her a single bit. She would make a great queen to the people of their kingdom and they deserved it after the hell their lands had been through the last decade or two. Derek knew Cora would rebuild the Hale legacy.

He squeezed her hands and then quickly pulled away before he could get misty eyed. As he turned, he never once looked back. Going to his quarters, he dressed down and pulled on a plain dark cloak, grabbed his bag and made his way to the stables. His horse had been readied for him by one of Cora's stablemates as Derek had already dismissed everyone keeping watch on him.

The moon shone bright above as Derek lead his mare out of the palace stables and down the courtyard. A perfect night to start his epic journey. Not a hero's tale, surely. Derek hadn't been born to inspire songs of legend and myth. But it was his heart's journey, his soul's fate. The kingdom would do well without him. There was someplace else where he was needed.

"I know you aren't about to leave without saying goodbye," Erica's voice rang out from his right and her hair gleamed in the moonlight as she stepped out of the shadows with Boyd to her right. Derek's two most faithful and successful knights. He'd relied on them for much of everything after they had helped him escape the bandits that had befallen him, when Peter had risen to take over the throne. They'd been by his side much like the mage had, only they hadn't left. And yet, here he was leaving them.

"I'd hoped to spare myself the pain," Derek said, somber, turning to them as his fingers tightened around the reigns.

"You could always take us with you," Erica replies, crossing her arms over her chest. Strong-willed and loud-spoken but loyal to the core. There'd never been a better knight.

Boyd placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and Derek heard the light sigh she gave. Stepping forward, Derek let go of the reigns and laid a hand on each of their arms.

"My sister needs you here more. You have served me better than I could have ever asked for. Now, I just ask you to take care of her for me," he said, and with a light squeeze and sorrowful look, he stepped back again, back into his mare's wisping white breath in the cool dark night.

"We don't need to listen to you anymore though, do we now?" Erica continued to stubbornly resist but her voice was somber as well and she made no move to embark on the mission with Derek.

"But we will serve our queen with our lives. As we have served you," Boyd added from next to her and Derek knew without a doubt that Erica felt the same way.

"And please," Derek said, mounting his horse before meeting their gentle gazes again, "take care of yourselves."

They nodded silently and Derek tried to brave a smile before he gave a light nudge to the gentle creature's ribs beneath him and she started to ride off into the night. It was hard not to feel anxious, his heart rabbiting in his chest, the world feeling like it was unraveling in his hands just like when he'd been a teenager. Back when the Argents had attacked from within when they'd come to sign a peace treaty, and proceeded to murder nearly everyone in the castle. Or back when he had found Laura, a great rising queen - the Phoenix they had called her - cut in two, and that by their very own uncle, who had been so tormented by the Argent's attack that he had lost all grip on sanity, very much so that Derek had felt the need to take it upon himself to rid him of his misery, and with that take upon the immense task of stepping up to the throne and leading a sea of people to success. Or back when he had left him.

It had taken so much out of him and so long, all of the last four years, to make it through those disasters, to heal and grow, to become stable enough to see into his future. And now here he was, leaving his family and friends and home behing in a flourishing gallop, riding out into the unknown on the flimsy hope that'd he'd be able to find the boy who'd stood by his side when he was becoming the man he was today, fit for a throne and the face of a kingdom.

But Derek knew, he was nothing without this man. The spark that had relit the fire within him, especially the one in his heart. The smile that had carried Derek through the nights of eternal gloom until he saw the light again. The endless words that filled his soul with substance. The joy that coiled in him as strength. The warmth that melted his numbness so that he could feel the world, the love, the life.

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Day and night he rode, taking only so much rest as his darling Moonshine needed, for he knew once he reached his goal she would be free of service to live the rest of her days in pasture. At night Derek would lay on the damp ground and stare up at the sky, or at least what he could see if it between the tree branches, and he would count every star and for each remember one of the moles that stretched across his beloved's skin. He could still feel the warmth of his body beside his, beneath his, above his - all smooth skin and lithe muscle, squirmy limbs and impatient heart - impatient hands that tugged him closer beneath the sheets, and the honey-dee voice, demanding, "Kiss me already."

Those quirky, bitten down lips that no one owned, not even Derek. Despite the strong, determined promises that he was his forevermore, Derek had known there was no way he could tame that energy and right he had been. Truth was, he had never meant to be tamed.

And every night Derek tortured himself with every of their encounters, from the time he'd caught the quick-fingered mage stealing apples from the withered courtyard like they were what the people called 'fruits of love', to the times they snuck hurriedly through the castle walls just to catch each other around the bend and fall into each other's arms, to the night he woke when his beloved slipped out of the bed, the air smelling like salt and sorrow, and proclaimed he'd had to leave, for it was his duty - his duty to the king, who had a duty to his people to reign with the future in mind, with a wife and a child. Every night he let the waves of love and loss crash over him until he rose again, sleepless but restless, spurned on by a burning desire.

~~~

And he never gave up till he rode in that little town off toward the coast with the little wood house with the red roof - just like Derek had once heard described in lush, beloved detail. A childhood home that had been abandoned, and had now been regained as was evident by the smoke rising from the chimney.

Derek dismounted and although his body burned in different ways, both exhaustion and eagerness and anger and desperation, he made sure to tend to the faithful Moonshine and let her graze freely after the tiring week long journey. By then, a figure had exited the little country house, almost like he had been called upon by that red string of fate that tied them together.

"Derek," he heard, a whisper carried over by the wind that blew the hood of his cloak back as Derek strided over with confident but calm steps, trying to practice himself in dignity.

He stopped in front of a bizarrely still  older image of someone he'd once known, the hair scraggly and longer, curling slightly, tantalizing and tempting Derek to reach over and run his fingers through it. There was a little scruff along the jaw, but he could still spot the familiar moles beneath it. The mouth was the same, soft bitten lips that hung open like he'd just run out of breath from incessant chatter, like anything and everything in the world took his breath away because he could find the magic in the smallest speck of dirt. 

But the eyes - the eyes spoke of the same longing and light Derek had yearned to see, something in his chest blossoming like the first, hungry spring flowers on the first day of sunlight. And now it was him who was frozen to the spot at the flood of emotion, wanting to do everything all at once and not knowing where to start.

"Wha… what are you doing here?" The question trembled just like the parting declaration a year ago had, falling from barely composed lips, which were ready to crash forward and into Derek's and let the world crash and burn around it if it had to.

"You idiot," Derek let out with a laugh, and just like that it was easy all over again, taking that one step to close the chasm in his world and take back into his arms what was meant to be there, lips sliding ever so softly against the soft exhale.

Still, the man in front of him trembled with resistance, albeit a hand came to clutch the front of Derek's shirt, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

"What are you doing? You can't-"

"You never thought to stop and ask me what I wanted," Derek interrupted authoritatively. "Never once. I was the king and yet you decided to think and act for me, going against my words, ignoring my promises like you had no faith in me."

"That wasn't-" Stiles was quick to defend, eyes shooting open with a guilty look. Yet he stopped, troubled. "Was the king?"

Derek nodded, a smile starting to form on his lips at the prospect that this was the very moment of the rest of his life, here, with his heart beating into Stiles' hand, where it had always truly been. "I have passed on the reign to Cora."

"Cora… but Der…" Stiles argued softly, like he barely dared utter the words, his resolve melting along with the slip of his nickname for the former king, one only the closest to him could use. Derek just waited, patiently looking into those swirling sunlit eyes.

"You made your choice. It was my turn to make mine," Derek stated and took a step back so he could take Stiles' hand. "And now I give you one more decision to make and if you so choose, it'll be the last one I ask of you. My choice is you. Over the kingdom, over the land and the riches and the roles… I-I never quite wanted to be king. But you… I've wanted you since the day I met you."

Derek hadn't prepared for this speech whatsoever, he'd been too busy with the swirling memories to be able to decipher them with words, but he could swear on his life this speech was the best one he'd ever given and by far, it was the most important. He watched them hit their mark as the hand in his trembled and the eyes began to swim in tears, while Derek kneeled before the strongest mage he knew.

"Stiles, if you so desire, I will be yours forevermore. I don't ask of you any sacrifice or compromise. The kingdom is in safe hands and I… will you let me find my new home in yours?"

4 years ago Derek hadn't been ever able to imagine ever feeling he had found home and comfort and love again, certainly not in a single person but as Stiles launched himself forward with unabashed joy, extensive joyous energy bundled and held back for years by sheer will - that's how tough his beloved mage was - and threw them both onto the ground, chests and hearts aligned, Derek knew once and for all, Stiles would always be king to his heart.

[leewordsandworldview]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After the death of his family Derek has to learn to overcome grief and prepare to take over as King of Beacon. His only tools are a letter his mother left him, a book with the Hale family history, and a spark.

Plot thought up completely by @celestialvoid-fanfiction I just added some details.

[ritarmandi]

Inktober 6 - Sword

I don’t know exactly why and how, but this happened, and actually I like it? What is a strange, but  pleasent feeling. :)

You can find my previous works here:

Inktober 1 - Swift Inktober 2 - Divided Inktober 3 - Poison Inktober 4 - Underwater Inktober 5 - Long

[mad-madam-m]

In Which a King and a Mage Dance

(A sequel to this fic)

Derek stood at the edge of the ballroom, silently praying no one would come up to him. He wished he could disappear to his chambers, take a respite from this gathering, but people would notice if the king was gone.

However, he could at least avoid dancing for a little longer.

"You look pensive, Your Majesty."

Derek did not jump in surprise, but rather allowed himself one raised eyebrow. "Mage Stilinski. I see you've been enjoying yourself."

Mage Stilinski sidled up next to him. "I thought I told you to call me Stiles, Your Majesty."

Derek's face warmed at the memory. He turned his attention back to the crowd. "I'm afraid now is not the place for such familiarity."

"Such a shame," Stiles said. "I do so love familiarity."

The warmth on Derek's face turned to heat. "I'm sure you do."

Stiles clasped his hands behind his back and leaned forward a bit, as though he were studying Derek's face. "You didn't answer my question." 

"You didn't ask a question," Derek pointed out.

"Why do you look so pensive, Your Majesty?"

Derek sighed. "I have never been a great fan of balls. Before I would vanish up to my room after the first hour."

"Before?" Stiles's eyes flicked up to the circlet on his head, and understanding dawned on his face. "Ah, before. Perhaps it was your mother's way of finally ensuring you would attend an entire ball?"

Derek smiled sadly. "I assure you, there were much easier ways."

"True, true." Stiles flashed a quick, blinding smile in Derek's direction. "Could I interest Your Majesty in a walk in the garden?"

Derek blinked, and his heart beat faster. "What?"

Stiles looked the picture of innocence, with his guileless amber eyes. "The ballroom does get a bit stuffy after so much dancing, wouldn't you agree? A brief turn through the garden is just what you need."

"Is that what you think?" Derek asked, and damn it, he was matching Stiles's teasing tone.

Stiles bowed. "I know it for a fact, Your Majesty."

Perhaps he shouldn't. But the gardens were part of the ball; the wide doors were open onto the terrace, and people had been streaming in and out all night.

"Very well," Derek said.

Stiles looked inordinately pleased and held out his arm. "Shall we, then?"

Derek took it, resting his fingers lightly in the crook of Stiles's elbow and relishing in the little thrill he felt when they touched. Boyd, one of his knights, started to follow, but Derek gave a small shake of his head. There were many people he didn't feel safe with, but Stiles wasn't one of them.

The gardens were far cooler than the sweltering ballroom, and Derek tilted his head back to breathe in the fresh air. They wandered down the stone paths, not speaking, but it was a companionable silence.

It had been two years since they'd met in this very garden, two years since Derek had inherited his crown and his kingdom. Though they'd not spent much time together, Derek's alliance with the McCall kingdom meant that there had been plenty of reason for correspondence. It had not taken him long to see why King Scott trusted Stiles above all his other advisors.

It had taken even less time for Stiles to wiggle his way into Derek’s heart.

They took a turn, and Derek found they were at the gazebo at the center of the gardens.

Stiles gave him a cheeky grin. "Recognize this?"

Derek snorted. "I think I know my own gardens."

"You know what I mean." Stiles stepped in front of him and bowed extravagantly, and then held out his hand. "May I have this dance, my lord Derek?"

His heart stumbled to hear his name from Stiles's lips, and after the barest hesitation, Derek took his hand. "You may."

Stiles pulled him in, threading their fingers together and placing his other hand on Derek's waist. They moved to the faint music drifting out in the night air, standing far closer than they should, but Derek couldn't bring himself to care. He'd been fascinated by Stiles since that first night, and now that he was close enough to count the moles along his cheeks and jaw, Derek was not going to pass up the chance to look his fill.

"You look much less pensive now, Your Majesty," Stiles said.

"Being away from so many people helps." He took a deep breath and looked Stiles straight in the eye. "Being with you helps even more."

Stiles froze, eyes wide, and their gentle dance came to a halt. Perhaps it was too bold, too much, but...he wanted Stiles to know.

"I thought Your Majesty didn't trust mages," Stiles said, his voice deliberately light, but Derek could hear the edge under it.

His heart sank. So that was how it was to be, then. "That was before I had the pleasure of making your acquaintance." Derek stepped away from the warmth of Stiles's body, clenched his fists at his sides so he wouldn't reach back out. "Thank you for the dance, Mage Stilinski."

He bowed and turned to walk back to the palace, silently grateful for the years of practice in concealing his every emotion. It meant no one would be able to tell his heart was breaking.

Long fingers caught his wrist. "Derek, wait."

He stopped and turned, and Stiles crashed right into his chest. "I didn't—that wasn't—oh hell," Stiles swore, and then looped his hands around Derek's neck to pull him into a kiss.

Derek took all of half a second to be surprised, and then he caught Stiles by his waist to return the kiss as best he could. This was what he wanted, what he'd been wanting for longer than he wanted to admit.

"Sorry," Stiles whispered when they broke away to breathe. "I didn't mean to turn you away. I just didn't think you'd ever...feel that way about someone like me."

Derek lifted his hand to Stiles's face to brush his thumb along the moles there. "'Someone like you' is the only person I've ever felt that way about."

Stiles's eyes widened in wonder, and he broke into a smile that lasted for all of a heartbeat before it faded. "But...you're the king. And I'm—"

"A high-ranking, very valued advisor to one of our oldest allies," Derek cut in.

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Just how long have you been thinking about this, my lord Derek?"

"Longer than I ought to have been," Derek admitted.

Stiles's smile returned, his amber eyes sparkling, and Derek's heart tripped to see it.

Stiles held up a fist and opened his hand to reveal a purple rose. "In that case, may I have another dance, my lord Derek?"

Derek took the rose and tucked it in the buttonhole closest to his heart. "You may have as many dances as you like...Stiles. For as long as you'd like them." 

Stiles rested his forehead against Derek's. "I'll hold you to that, Your Majesty."

"Good."

[defenselesswriter]

ITS TOO LATE THE PROMPTS ARE HERE. anyway imma just keep it short and simple. Mermaid King stiles meeting Derek the king of the land. And is like daAMMN

 so i got a little mermaid vibe from this and then that’s not where it went at all

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Derek stares at the water, hoping it will give him some sort of advice on what to do with his kingdom. People are dying. The crops are dying. People are going hungry and dying from starvation if they aren’t dying from the plague. Derek has no idea what to do.

“You look pensive,” someone says from the water, and when Derek focuses his eyes, he sees someone swimming in the ocean.

“It’s freezing, how are you swimming?” Derek asks, shocked.

The man shrugs. “Pretty used to it actually. Water up here is warmer than the water back home.”

“Back home? Where are you from?” Derek is curious where this man is from, and he can’t say it isn’t because the man is beautiful.

“Down there,” he answers, pointing down. “I’d show you, but I’ve been told humans can’t survive the journey.”

Derek frowns at that. “You’re not human?”

“Oh,” the man but not man says with a frown. “I didn’t realize you didn’t know about my kind. I’m a merman. The king of mermen actually.”

Derek almost perks up at that. A fellow king. Maybe the ocean does have answers for him. “I’m the king of my people as well.”

“What a coincidence!” the merman says. 

“What do your people call you?” Derek asks.

“Depends on who you ask,” he laughs. “My dad calls me a pain in the tail, but most people call me Stiles, and you are?”

“Derek.”

“Nice to meet you, Derek.”

“What brings you to the human world?” Derek asks, tilting his head in question.

Stiles grimaces. “I’ve heard rumors of werewolves that might be able to help my people.”

“Werewolves?” Derek is definitely listening now. 

“Have you seen any?” Stiles asks.

“Possibly,” Derek answers vaguely. “What do you need them for?”

Stiles swims closer to shore and looks up at Derek with sad eyes. “It’s part of a prophecy, one that I didn’t believe until my people started dying and our food has gone scarce.”

“How is a werewolf supposed to help that?” Derek asks.

“I have to find one and marry one. The bond between the species that are both half human is supposed to cure whatever is plaguing the ocean. It’s some mystic force that I never really believed in until now.”

It all sounds too familiar, but Derek doesn’t remember where he heard the prophecy before. Possibly his grandmother, she was always a big believer of the mystical powers of the universe and talked a lot about the people who lived in the sea. He thought she meant sailors or pirates, not mermen and mermaids. 

“My grandmother believed in that kind of stuff,” Derek says and then takes a deep breath. “I know where you can find a werewolf.”

“Where?” Stiles asks, excitedly. “Do you think they would be willing to marry me?”

“Since it’s for the good of his people, yes, I do think he would be willing to marry you,” Derek answers. “Meet me here at midnight, and I will bring him to you.”

Stiles nods enthusiastically. “Thank you, Derek. You are a godsend!” 

“Don’t thank me yet,” Derek tells him. “There is a chance he won’t be able to marry you.”

Stiles’ face falls. “I understand. You’re doing what you can, and I appreciate that. Thank you. Until midnight?”

“Until midnight.”

With that, Stiles dives back underwater, his fin flapping in the water as he goes further down. It’s a bright, shimmery green, and it reminds Derek of the way grass sparkles in the morning with dew drops on it.

He would stand there longer, mesmerized by the sight, but he has a mission now. Quickly, he walks back to his castle and goes straight to his advisor, his mother. 

“I think the prophecy grandmother talked about is real,” Derek is quick to tell her, slightly breathless.

“The one about mermaids?” his mom asks, looking up from the book she is reading. 

Derek nods. “I just met the king of the mermen and he talked about the prophecy. How would he have known if he has never met a werewolf before?”

She frowns. “That would explain the plague, but you’re betrothed to Lady Kate Argent.”

“That’s the problem,” Derek sighs. “I think marrying the king of the mermaids would solve both of our problems, but the Argents might start a war on us.”

She waves her hand. “I will handle the Argents. It’s nothing more land won’t fix.”

“Are you sure?” Derek asks. “I’m meeting him again in a couple of hours to give him an answer.” 

She nods her head. “Save our people, Derek. Do what you think is best. This is why you are king. You will do anything for your people.”

“I will,” he answers without hesitation.

“Go,” she urges.

So at midnight, he is back on the beach, waiting for Stiles nervously. This when questions start to hit like how are they going to be married? Whose kingdom do they live in when neither of them can survive the other’s? How will any of this work?

“Derek,” Stiles greets when he comes out of the water. “You look pensive again...and you’re alone.” The last part sounds heavy with disappointment.

“I’m the werewolf,” Derek tells him quickly, not wanting him to be disappointed. “And I will marry you. My people are dying as well and I need to do what’s best for them.”

Stiles smiles. “Perfect! So when can we do this?”

Derek shrugs. “How do we do this? Should we get a priest from each of our kingdoms and have two ceremonies?”

“That way it counts in both kingdoms,” Stiles says in understanding. “Yes, that should work. I can do sunrise, can you?”

“Yes,” Derek says. “The faster the better.”

So at sunrise, they meet again and have a wedding ceremony with only a few people there. Stiles brings an elder, his father, and his friend, Scott, and Derek brings a priest, his mother, and his sisters, Laura and Cora. It is a small ceremony, but it does the job.

“Now, who is going to live where?” Scott asks after the ceremony is over.

Stiles and Derek look at each other with confusion. “We didn’t think this one through,” Stiles says.

“According to the prophecy,” Derek’s mother says, “once the two of you kiss, a spell will be cast where each of you will be able to live in the other’s land for six months.”

“So we kiss?” Stiles suggests. “See where that gets us?”

“See if the prophecy is true?” Derek asks.

Stiles shrugs and pushes himself onto the beach as Derek bends down towards him. Their lips brush softly, and they pull apart watching the other carefully.

Suddenly, Stiles looks down in shock. “I think I have legs.” He pushes himself further onto the beach and sure enough he has legs.

Derek grabs his hands and helps pull Stiles up so he is standing. 

“Oh my gods!” Stiles exclaims. “It worked! We fulfilled the prophecy!”

And they lived happily ever after.