BIBBIDI-BOBBIDI-BOO
Author: orphan_account
Summary: “The Stilinskis are of royal blood, Lydia, and the Hales –”
“– are piss-poor peasants after having disgraced themselves in battle centuries ago?”
Derek looks away again. “Yes,” he says miserably. “I’ll never be good enough for him.” He feels more than hears Lydia sigh and step away.
“We’ll just have to make him forget about politics, then,” she says softly. “He won’t care what house you’re from the moment he sets eyes on you.”
“In these clothes?”
“Don’t be idiotic.” Lydia raises her wand and bites her lip contemplatively. “I’m your fairy godmother, Derek. I think I can work a little magic. But first – we’ll need a pumpkin and some mice.”
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In which Derek is a Disney princess, but not really, and Stiles is the prince who actually remembers what Cinderella looks like.
Info: 2k | General | Cinderella AU, Prince Stiles, FLUFF
Notes: ASKJALKSJLKAA THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I’VE READ IN AGES! Seriously, tooth rotting fluff right here! -C
Sneak Peek:
Lydia tilts her head quizzically. “You do want to go to the ball, do you not?”
Derek flushes as a memory rises to the surface of his mind; a memory of the prince, riding past on his great black steed, those doe-like eyes looking almost golden in the sun, the light catching on the soft sheen of his lips and the galaxy of moles across his face. It’s been almost a month since that day, and still Derek lies awake at night thinking of it, of the prince, of Stiles. “Of course I want to go to the ball,” he sighs, looking away from Lydia’s dazzling perfection and down at his own shabby clothes and bare feet. “But it’s impossible – and even if I did go, he wouldn’t spare me a second glance.”
Slender fingers with sharp nails dig into his chin and force it up. Lydia meets his gaze, her own eyes fiery and blazing. “He won’t spare you a second glance,” she says fiercely, “because he won’t be able to look away from the first.”