An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Contrary to popular belief, Stiles Stilinski is a sweet son (even with all the lies he had to say to his father) and he likes to show it not only with action but also with words. He is vocal with his feelings and with all the shit that is happening, he realized that life is short and so he says the “L” word as much as he can to his father and friends.
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5 times Stiles tells his father and friends the “L” word in a call and 1 time he accidentally tells it to Derek.
Arthur: Ignore him. He's just my idiot servant. For some reason, animals love him. It's just his nature
Evil King: That thing, King Arthur, is not an animal. That's a magical creature and magical creatures only feel safe around even more powerful magical creatures.
Arthur: *opens mouth, closes it, laughs* you wanna tell me that Merlin is a magical creature?
Evil King: would you care to explain, boy? *Completely serious*
Arthur: *expression falls* you can't be serious
Merlin: *remaining in his position* So, I see you did your homework
Evil King: You're a Dragon Lord
Arthur: oh come on! The last Dragon Lord is dead!
Merlin: I am the last Dragon Lord and I hatched this Dragon. You can imagine that I am NOT pleased with what I find here.
Evil King: oh. OH. That's rich. Is this your idea of peace, King Arthur? Bringing a Dragon Lord into my Kingdom? One who's out for revenge too?
Arthur: he's joking
Merlin: No, I'm not
Arthur: *huffs, and notices Merlin is also serious* Merlin, you HAVE to be joking. That THING-
Merlin: is basically my daughter.
Evil King: A wonderful job you did then, letting her fly directly into my arms
Merlin: I think you still don't understand who I am, do you.
Evil King: Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea, Emrys.
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he... I did it again
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“What do I do with Merlin?”
Leon blinked, then suddenly relaxed. “I don’t know, Sir.”
Arthur wanted to punch him for that answer. “Come on. You’re the only knight in my court who already served under my father and who I didn’t pick up from some random stroll in the forest! Gwaine and Lancelot are biased in a way they want me to protect Merlin, Sarrum is biased in a way that I should kill Merlin. What do YOU say?”
Leon frowned. “Sire - I don’t think the answer is what you SHOULD do. But what you CAN do.”
Arthur nearly burst with rage. “Well, obviously, I can do both, that’s the problem -”
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(Sarrum:) “He may be a King, but only in title. He doesn’t have a kingdom! There is no land to his name! He has no money, no castle, nothing! What makes you think he’s worth reasoning with?”
Arthur raised his sword a little higher. “I think you misunderstand what a kingdom is. A kingdom is not simply defined by land or borders, it is determined by its people. All these years we have been judging over people that aren’t our own. Why I need to reason with the King of the Druids? Because if we kill him, there will be an army of magic users attacking our kingdoms and apparently -” Arthur pointed at Aithusa, “he has dragons.”
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They arrived at the castle gates in the late afternoon. Everything looked precisely as they had left it, yet everything was different.
Arthur looked at the high castle walls, let his eyes travel from the lowest brick to the highest tower, saw people flooding in and out of the castle gates and had to realize that he wasn’t coming home. Arthur Pendragon came back to the ruins his father left behind. A kingdom with a history of bloodshed so intense, it was ironically reflected in the setting sun that painted her walls red.
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“(Me?)Not rebellious enough?” Gwaine sputtered, laughing. “I’m GWAINE, I’m searched in multiple kingdoms! And he’s LANCELOT. He’s more honorable than YOU are.”
“He’s got a point.” Elian said, grinning at Gwaine’s exasperation.
Leon shrugged as he sighed into his water. “I wouldn’t be so sure. You have a bounty for a couple taverns you swindled at. Lancelot committed identity fraud the day he came to Camelot.”
There was a pause. “He WHAT?!” Gwaine’s disappointment was quickly replaced by utter glee. “You’ve GOT to be kidding!”
Lancelot’s voice carried over to them: “HEY, I can HEAR you!”
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Arthur found himself a fool. A self absorbed, oblivious, naive fool who had stupidly believed that what Merlin was hiding would never change a thing when revealed. They would talk and be happy as they were. It had turned out so different, so much more. And now, Arthur found himself watching the back of Merlin’s head, the outlines of his profile and he felt no longer rejected, he found himself far less important and relevant in Merlin’s life than he’d once been so sure of, than what he’d taken pride in.
(Final chapter 6/6)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Contrary to popular belief, Stiles Stilinski is a sweet son (even with all the lies he had to say to his father) and he likes to show it not only with action but also with words. He is vocal with his feelings and with all the shit that is happening, he realized that life is short and so he says the "L" word as much as he can to his father and friends.
or
5 times Stiles tells his father and friends the "L" word in a call and 1 time he accidentally tells it to Derek.
we need to talk about why I watched Merlin because of one video
I THOUGHT THEY WERE TOGETHER?!!??? because I thought, “oh, servant x boss/employer trope COUNT ME IN!!!” and then I found out halfway thru the show that they’re just “friends” AND I SAID “well that can’t be true, I thought they would be together that’s the reason I watched the show?!??” I mean, eventually they would be together right? THEY SHOULD BE TOGETHER!!
There is just something about Arthur’s voice…the “emergency-ness” at Arthur’s voice, like he needs Merlin at by his side AT ALL TIMES. like he cannot breathe when Merlin’s not by his side?? and the lingering eyes?!? the heart eyes they give to each other??!! and also the fact that THEY ARE DESTINED WITH EACHOTHER, to eachother?! TELL ME THAT’S ALL PLATONIC?!??
once merlin and arthur get married, they slowly implement three rules in their marriage. Three little rules that neither of them refuse to budge on, secret codes that only the other understands.
The first is Arthur’s. “A coin for your thoughts.” He implements it pretty early on when they had a fight over a lie Merlin told, and Arthur admits that he hates when people don’t tell him the truth, and that he can’t stand the idea of Merlin being dishonest with him - as he was all those years when he kept his magic secret. So they make an agreement, every night, when they’re lying in bed, Arthur will ask “a coin for your thoughts?” and his husband will have to tell him some truth. Regardless of its importance, good or ill, it has to be he truth. Sometimes he’ll whisper it, and Merlin would simply say “I love you” or “I have magic” and that would be enough. Sometimes he’ll tell him a joke he heard or an observation he made. But it’s always the truth.
The second is Merlin’s. “10-year card.” Added a little after the first, when Merlin had gone on a dangerous mission and returned exhausted, only to return to his chambers to find a mess of papers that still hadn’t been cleared up, and his manservant Freddie already gone home. “10 year card?” Merlin had laughed. He said it lightheartedly to Arthur, a reference to all those years he was his servant. But his husband took it seriously, clearing all the papers, and what was meant to be a joke about payback slowly took on a life of its own. Could you do this for me? I need your help. When their daughter is a newborn, Merlin sunk to the floor, more exhausted then he ever felt in his life. “10 year card?’’ he had whispered, and Arthur scooped him in his arms and tucked him into bed, and looked after their daughter all night while he slept.
And the third? “Merlin’s got his shirt off.” Merlin rarely ever takes his shirt off, unlike all the other knights and Arthur who run around topless all the time. But once, many years ago, before marriage was even an idea for them, Merlin wanted to initiate sex with Arthur, so Gwaine - the love and romance expert that he is - suggested he take his tunic off in front of him, slowly and seductively, of course. And after it worked like a charm, Merlin taking his tunic off slowly became code. He will walk in shirtless into their chambers, and Arthur will ditch his paperwork, rushing to his side. Even the knights are in on it (except Leon, he refuses to partake in this tomfoolery). Gwaine will pass Arthur in the training field and yell “Merlin’s got his shirt off!” if only to laugh at the way Arthur drops everything and runs.
I HAVE ANOTHER PROMPT: Stiles really did lose a toe rescuing Derek in the finale. He insists on mourning it appropriately. (I refuse to believe you can be shot in the toe and not lose a toe.) (I hope this is okay.)
Of course it's ok! Thanks so much for sending another one ☺️ So this is somehow funny and touching but I did restrict myself to, like, one line of angst, and it's probably best avoided if you're squeamish because we are talking about a traumatically amputated toe, but it isn't graphic. So here ya go!
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"What is that?" Derek says. He's peering at the baggie Stiles is holding. It seems to contain something unmentionable.
"My toe," Stiles says mournfully, waving the baggie at Derek.
Derek recoils. His eyebrows recoil further. They don't want to be any closer to a dismembered toe than they have to be. "Why do you have your toe in a baggie?"
"Because it got shot off, Derek! It is no longer attached to my foot!" Stiles shakes the baggie more vigorously in Derek's direction. "Where else would it be?"
In a hospital incinerator somewhere? Derek doesn't say that but he thinks it. Hard. He's fairly sure that medical waste shouldn't be carried around in a small plastic baggie. Some people do keep stuff like kidney stones and appendixes but they're usually kept in formaldehyde or something to preserve them. What Stiles is holding is a rotting body part in a small plastic evidence bag.
While he's fairly sure that this is a terrible idea, he's also fairly sure that pointing that out would be insensitive so he rearranges his eyebrows into a more sympathetic expression. Or at least as close as he can manage.
"They couldn't reattach it?"
"No. Nope. Obliterated by the bullet."
Well, that explains why it - oh god, Derek doesn't want to look that closely, but it no longer resembles a toe so much as it resembles ground meat.
A pang of guilt rushes through him, reflected in his eyebrows softening. Stiles got hurt saving him. He's grateful. Really. Beyond grateful. But still. He really doesn't want to have to look at a former toe in a baggie.
So. Moving on.
"What are you planning to do with it?"
Please don't say you're keeping it that is gross for god's sake don't keep it and oh god don't even think about giving it to me as some sort of gift I will bite you please don't say -
"I'm having a funeral for it. You're invited."
Derek makes a strangled sound. "A funeral? For your... toe?"
"Yeah, yes, yep, I am having a funeral for it. Problem?"
Derek thinks this is utterly ridiculous but he doesn't say it. He's fairly sure he read something about amputees and grief once, and this is probably a normal part of the process. Even if it is just a toe. A little toe, at that.
So he nods and takes Stiles seriously. "Let me know when and where. Will there be music? A eulogy?"
Stiles sniffs. "Yes. I am maimed, Derek. I think we should mourn that appropriately."
"Who else will be there? Is there a wake, too?"
Stiles rubs the back of his head. "Just us? Everyone else..."
Derek nods. Everyone else thinks it's ridiculous so Stiles came here. To him. Because for some absurd reason, Stiles trusts him.
Stupid stupid stupid I just get people killed you shouldn't trust me I'm worthless worse than that I'm toxic you should stay far away from -
"And no, no wake, but you can get me drunk afterwards if you like." Stiles adds a smirk and a wink so apparently he's feeling fairly ok about all of this.
"I will. In 3 years when you can legally drink."
"Spoilsport."
Derek rolls his eyes, adds a dramatic sigh in case his point wasn't clear enough, and fetches a small wooden box from the kitchen. It had once contained cheese. Expensive cheese. The sort of expensive cheese that comes in a box you want to keep but it serves no useful purpose so it takes up space until you give up and throw it out.
Well now it has its purpose. It is now a coffin for a toe.
He lines it with some tissues before he gives it to Stiles. "Here. You can't bury it in a plastic evidence bag."
Stiles looks up at him, his eyes shining and his throat working. "Thanks. Thanks for not making fun of me."
Derek nods. "Thanks for getting me out of there. I'm sorry you got hurt for me."
"Worth it." Stiles drags his sleeves across his eyes. "Ok. Let's go have a funeral."
*
"Here lies the toe of one Mieczysław Stilinski," Stiles says while appropriate music plays in the background. If sticking his playlist on shuffle and shoving his phone in his pocket with the volume turned up can be considered appropriate. "Thank you, toe. You did a good job of being a toe for these 18 years. We've had plenty of adventures together and now it's time for you to rest."
He continues in this same vein for a considerable number of minutes while Derek tries very hard to keep a straight face. It's important to Stiles, therefore it's important to Derek too. But it's still funny as fuck. His first toe funeral. And he hasn't missed the sly glances Stiles is giving him. This is at least 50% a wind up. This is Stiles causing mischief. Stiles just wants to see how far he can push it before Derek cracks.
The answer, it turns out, is 20 minutes. 20 minutes of eulogising Stiles' toe before Derek ducks his chin to hide his smile. 22 minutes before he laughs out loud. 22 and a half minutes before Stiles is laughing with him. 23 minutes before Stiles is wheezing and clutching his knees.
"Oh my god, your face," he says between gasps for breath. "Your face, Derek, oh my god I love you."
They both stop laughing, then.
They stare at each other instead; Stiles chewing his lip, Derek just staring, each terrified to break the silence and the moment.
And then -
"Fuck it," Stiles mutters. He didn't mean to say that but he's come this far, he's not going to back out now.
So he takes a step closer. Then another. Derek doesn't move so he takes another one, leans in and kisses him, soft and chaste and over too soon.
He steps back again, watching Derek's face for any sign of a reaction.
There isn't one.
A heartbeat. A blink. A breath.
And then Derek pulls him back and kisses him and it's beautiful and perfect and everything he ever wanted.
All while standing beside his toe's grave.
Well, Stiles always does like to be unexpected and he doesn't think you can get any more unexpected than this.
stilesxderek fic that is a crossover with Percy Jackson. Where Stiles was gifted to his dad and mom by Poseidon. So he’s technically Percy Jackson’s brother but he’s still John and Claudia‘s kid. Anyways where they have to go to camp half blood because of a prophecy about a wolf with both blue and red eyes(Derek). Stiles has been going to camp half-blood every summer which is why the pack doesn’t know where he goes during the summer. But they need him before summer starts so he leaves like the last week of school but Percy Jackson I think Nico and one other character come pick him up from the schoo. Also I think the title has something to do with cherry wine
@thoughts-ideas-statements suggested this one!
Demigod Days by FallenQueen2
(15/15 I 32,869 I General I Scallison)
Stiles is a demigod and part of the Hale Pack, he disappears every summer to camp. This year the Pack tried to convince him to stay and his secret of his blood is revealed. While a warning of a returning enemy puts the camp on edge, they still have time to meet the pack and the immortal parents. Relationships will be born and strengths will be tested during this summer.