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Someone please help me, my brain is, in fact, stuck on this and I'm about to be mentally ill over it.
Was scrolling the Cosmic Horror tag on AO3 (as I am wont to do) and saw a summary for a story called A Twist to a Story We Already Know by Astell465 and Crown354Royale (in case you want to look it up) that had a line that went something like: "to rewrite the fate of so many other Knights and Princes that stumbled upon the King" and I FINALLY GET IT NOW I finally understand why Avery is referred to as the Prince in so many AUs! Because a Prince is the successor to a King, and the King wants to use Avery as a vessel for itself, transferring its power into a new ruler, so to speak. I understand it now!
This whole time I thought it was because people liked the knight x prince dynamic, so I kinda dismissed it because I prefer Avery as Just Some Bloke(TM), but I finally understand it now.
Anyway, time to make a case for Prince Abel and Knight Ianius. No solid ideas just yet, but I'm thinking about it.
(This realisation is also lowk sponsored by the Rock and the Shaman from Kane and Feels because I love it and I also love Kane and Feels)
The young prince was kidnapped by the rival kingdoms magicianand now his angered Knight must hunt the dark magic wielder to save the prince, his love
Prince Stiles x Knight Derek
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall Additional Tags: storybook AU Summary:
Slaying dragons, saving princesses—these are things that all princes are wont to do and Prince Derek is no exception. Excepting for the fact that Stiles isn’t a princess and the dragon isn’t as vicious as it seems.
(AKA The storybook AU in which Stiles is trapped in a castle and Derek comes to his rescue.)
For the Love of The Game (It Made Me Love You)
So I did a thing...
For the Love of the Game (It Made Me Love You) 4/4 chapters, 17387 words
Chapter 1: The Biannual Jousting Tournament
Stiles tugs on the arm braces of his armor, tightening the leather straps so that they were snug and in place. Scott was watching him with worried eyes as he finishes suiting up for the tournament. Every few minutes he would mumble under his breath about how Stiles’ father would kill him if he found out what they were doing. Stiles had told his dad that he was exploring the countryside to become more in tune with his future kingdom while he was actually attending the biannual jousting tournament.
It was easy enough to fake the papers needed for an unknown knight from a rarely heard of territory, especially when you had the resources that Stiles did. He would ride as his true identity, but none would ever ride against him. Knowing that he was royalty, every knight would quickly and surely send one of their men to cover their shield with a white flag in withdrawal. It was an annoying truth that Stiles could not deny. Thus, he rode under the name Sir Otebon. It wasn’t his first choice, but anything he wanted would have been too flashy and easily discernable.
Stiles dons his gauntlets and nods firmly to his best friend. “That should do it, Scotty. When are we up?” Scott worries at his lip as he leans out the opening in the tent to converse with one of the men standing guard inconspicuously. When he steps back from the entrance, he looks to his prince and crosses his arms, anxiety radiating from him.
“Two more rounds and it’ll be your turn.” He pauses, mouth open as if he wanted to say more before he decides to barrel on. “Are you sure this is the smartest thing to do? I know for a fact that if you get hurt and your father has to hear about this, you’re in big trouble and I’m as good as dead.”
Stiles laughs and claps the crooked-jawed young man on the shoulder. “Scotty, my dad loves you. He would definitely know that this monstrous idea was mine and that I just dragged you along for moral support, using the fact that you’re my best and only friend as blackmail.”
Scott sighs and brushes off Stiles’ hand. “Sure, tell that to my mother when and if she hears about my helping you not only lie to your father but to all the officials of the tournament. We can potentially be charged with fraud or some other terrible crime…”
“Scotty, calm yourself. We wouldn’t be charged with anything if I just told them who I really was if we did get questioned. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to go against their king’s son.”
Scott shrugs, not looking at all consoled by his friend’s words, while the tent flap opens a bit, a valet leaning in slightly. “Sir, you’ll want to be heading to the ring.”
Stiles grabs his helmet with a smile and nods to the man. “Thank you, I’ll be right out.” The valet bobs his head and releases the flap and Stiles looks back to Scott. “Seriously, stop worrying so much. My plans are basically foolproof.”
Scott can’t stop the smirk and roll of his eyes. “Oh really? Like when you decided it was perfectly sane to repeatedly hassle Harris when he already hates you and has a say in your studies back home? Like with that time you chose to research the history of the male circumcision with your own opinions on the future of it and how it can affect men medically. Finstock didn’t know how to handle that and Harris was not at all happy about having to take over. Or that other time when you tried to catch the eye of Princess Lydia at your father’s ball? What made you think telling her your ten-year plan to wooing her would make her realize that you two were meant to be?”
Stiles shakes his head vehemently and shoves Scott away. “Enough, enough. You really know how to put a damper on things, don’t you Scotty?”
His friend shrugs. “I have to be the voice of reason every once in a while.”
Stiles chuckles softly and puts his helmet on so as no one can recognize his face. Sadly, all the moles and freckles made his countenance easy to place if anyone has ever heard of the king’s son. “Sure thing. Now come on, I have a tournament to win.”
Read more on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6174043
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Vernon Boyd, Laura Hale, Cora Hale Additional Tags: Prince Stiles Stilinski, Knight Derek Hale, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Magic, Oblivious, Mutual Pining Summary:
He would stand by Stiles’ side, a constant shadow of protection until his death. A life for a life, one worth much more than an orphan turned thief turned royal guard could comprehend. In truth, Derek saw the one person he would gladly give his life for, because Stiles made this world better.
~*~ Or, Stiles is a prince and Derek is his knight.
Anne ... so your fault :D
This is what I wrote at 3am ... I still can’t believe I’m writing this. It’s nowhere near done. I just thought you should see what you’ve started quicklikelight! Scott sighed happily. The sun was shining through the fluffy clouds, leaving golden light trailing through the forest canopy. He tugged the hood of his cloak off and let the warm light beam down on him. He knew he should focus on gathering the herbs and flowers he was running low on, but the day was too nice to waste.
He turned off the dirt path and onto a trail that led to a hidden spring. Frogs leapt from the lily pads they sat on and into the water. A fox peaked out from behind a rock. Scott settled on the soft ground and trailed his fingers in the water. The ripples reflected the sunlight and settled on an image. Scott had no idea why this particular man showed up every time he looked into the pool. He had never met the surly knight with black hair and green eyes before. Scott had watched him spar and train, sometimes get wounded. Once, he even saw a glimpse of the man in bed, lying with a woman. He had blushed and quickly scattered the image back to the depths of the pond.
This time, the man seemed to be slumped over his horse, holding his ribcage with one arm and the reins with the other. Scott tried to see how badly wounded he was, but the dark clothes concealed much of the blood and wound. He watched as the knight’s shoulders hunched lower and he sagged into the saddle. Time ticked by and the image eventually vanished on it own. Scott was worried for his mysterious man, but knew there wasn’t much he could do when he didn’t even know where to begin searching for him.
Sighing, Scott stood and brushed the leaves from his breeches and shook out his cloak. He checked the sky and realized the sun had already crested and it was well into the afternoon. He would have to hurry to gather what he needed to restock his supplies. Scott wove his way through the familiar section of forest and picked the easier items first. A small spot near the rabbit warren grew two varieties of wolfsbane. The fairy circle was full of mushrooms and even some turkey tail, which he needed to replenish some of his medicinal salves.
He would have to come back the next day to finish. He still needed mistletoe and he didn’t want to climb the oak trees in the dark. Tucking his knife away and storing his clippings in his various pockets, Scott speed walked back to the dirt path that would lead back to the moors and his cottage. He came out farther down the path than he thought he had been, but the shadows always made the trees shift in their spots.
Scott had barely taken three steps when he heard a low groan. His hand went to his knife on his belt. It wouldn’t do much, but hopefully he could fend off a would be attacker long enough to get some distance between them. His eyes darted along the ground and scanned the foliage. Under a bush, he saw dark boots sticking out.
“Are you injured?” Scott edged closer, fingers tightening on the handle of his knife. “Sir. Are you injured?”
Still not getting a response, Scott nudged the boot with his own. Cautiously, he pulled the branches of the bush back, apologizing to it for any disturbance he may have caused. He nearly let the branches go when he saw the man from the reflecting pool laying there unconscious. He kneeled down and placed his hand beneath his nose. Scott let out a breath of relief when he felt warm arm hit his hand.
He pulled back the dark tunic and saw a large wound slashed across the man’s side. Scott knew that he wouldn’t survive the night. He had lost too much blood and it was still seeping out in dark rivulets. Quickly, he walked back to the trees and felt their bark for moss. Finding a large patch on one, he slid his blade behind it and removed it in one piece. With a bit of water from his canteen, he cleaned the wound and pressed the moss to it. Scott tore the bottom of the man’s tunic and used it to tie the makeshift poultice in place.
Scott grabbed an arm and tried to lift the man enough so that he could support his weight, but he was significantly heavier than he had anticipated. With all the jostling, he still hadn’t woken up. Scott lifted his face to the heavens and begged the stars for guidance. An owl hooted from somewhere to his right. There, fallen on top of some briars was a large branch that divided into two arms. Whispering his thanks again, Scott pulled off his cloak and tethered it to the branch, making a travois. It wasn’t his best work, but it would suffice to get them both back to his cottage.
His back pulled and strained. Scott could feel every muscle work over time as he dragged his passenger over the rough terrain of the moor. He could see the faint outline of his home on top of the hill, but the normally easily traversed distance seemed like miles. The moon was high and bright by the time he managed to make it to the door. Sweat soaked his tunic. He placed his hand on the door and focused. The door opened inward with a click to a warm and cozy room.
Firelight danced along the bookshelves and smoke curled through the air. His cauldron was set just to the side, ready to be placed on the heat. Drying herbs hung from the wooden beams. He pulled the travois into the middle of the floor and set it down gently. The mysterious man seemed even worse in the light coming from the fire. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His lips seemed waxen and his skin had lost all color.
Pushing the door closed, Scott moved around the prone form. He wished the man would wake, but considering his state, it was unlikely if he would even regain consciousness in the morning. He cleared off his table and tossed a spare blanket over the wood. His legs almost gave out while hoisting the man onto the surface, but he managed.
Edit: Why that wrapped to the top I don’t know ...
TroubleIWant / Mature / StilesxDerek
There’s a boy exiting the doors as they approach. Where Derek is tan from hours outside, the boy is pale except for a few beauty marks on one cheek. He’s dressed in fine riding clothes, and flanked by a guard wearing the sign of the royal house. A noble, then. He’s younger than Derek, but, considering his higher station, a bow would be appropriate. Despite that, Derek can’t help looking curiously at the boy, who’s looking back at Derek with just as much interest. For a moment, their eyes meet - the boy’s are a deep amber in the sunlit courtyard, ringed by long, tawny lashes.
A gloved hand smacks the back of Derek’s head and he instinctively flinches away, hunching his shoulders. He loses track of the other boy as they pass one another, and as he turns to get another look, the knight grabs his shoulder and marches him forward into the stable.
“Keep your eyes to yourself,” the knight instructs. “And next time, show the proper respect to Crown Prince Stiles.”
Or: A medieval AU that's a little Princess Bride, a little bit more Game of Thrones, and a healthy side-serving of gay erotica.
