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This is definitely King Derek being threatened by the Argents and he needs an alliance, quick. Even if it’s just for show, he needs them to think his kingdom isn’t alone and an easy target. And I’ve decided that this will not only be fake married, but also a dash of fake royalty! Stiles is Aladdin without the genie! Or maybe Scott is the genie in this scenario.
Scott works with Derek in the palace. I’m going to say he’s an advisor or something. He’s the guy who’s constantly out in the countryside and villages, talking with the people, finding out what they need to live, and reporting back to Derek. Derek wants to do this himself, does it as much as he can, but he’s king. He’s got a lot of other things going on with the Argents looking for war, and he doesn’t have the time.
So knowing pretty much everyone in the kingdom personally, Scott’s the one who comes up with it all.
“You need a marriage alliance,” he tells Derek, who already knows this.
“And who do you suggest I marry, Scott?” All of the neighboring kingdoms, and even their neighboring kingdoms have their own alliances established and marriages planned. There aren’t many spare royals around. He tells Scott all of this, even though he knows he already knows.
“Then we go north,” Scott shrugs. “There are kingdoms beyond the mountains, there must be someone willing to marry.”
Derek raises his eyebrows dubiously. The north has an…interesting reputation. There’s a reason no one makes alliances across the mountains. It’s cold and wild up there, and the people are the same. Ruthless, hard, unforgiving in battle. They would be a good alliance when it comes to defending the kingdom, but awful the rest of the time. They can’t open up their kingdom to barbarians, and even if they could, there wasn’t enough time to arrange it.
“A messenger wouldn’t even make it across the mountains before the Argents attack, let alone find an ally.”
“Alright, then we fake it.” Scott says it as if it were actually that simple.
“A fake marriage? To a spouse who is always conveniently away on business?”
“We find someone to play the part.”
“Of course,” Derek says with biting sarcasm. “Round up all of our fair skinned subjects here in the far south.” The very few northerners who have crossed the mountains have a very specific look that isn’t found in the south. They’re pale with dark features, nothing like the tanned skin that comes to seafarers of the warmer climate. They’d never be able to find someone to play the part convincingly. “They would see through it in a second and kill us on the spot.”
colorblind!stiles who doesn’t see the color red and who doesn’t react at all when derek flashes his alpha eyes at him by accident the first time they meet and makes derek think that he already knows about werewolves but is super chill about it so derek says nothing because he’s a big idiot and communication is obviously not his skill. then they start dating and stiles thinks it’s so cute that derek talks about his friends as a pack because he’s so growly it fits him really well to talk like a wolf. and then one day derek is all fangs and claws (because stiles got attacked or whatever) and stiles is like ‘WHAT THE FUCK?!!!????!!!’ and derek is like “what the fuck ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ ?” and then awkward happens but everything gets sorted out and they live together forever and eveeeeeer.
yeah you’d fuck a werewolf, but would you take a long stroll through the park with them? walk along the beach with them? go window shopping with them? watch a nice movie together? at least buy them dinner first, yeesh
stop werewolf objectification 2k17
Stiles Stilinski would reblog this.
Stiles Stilinski wrote this, what are you talking about
Either Stiles or Derek wrote this……I don’t know which.
Derek wrote it, and it was kind of a big step for him because despite knowing how awful it makes him feel when people treat him like a monster or a novel sex toy, and despite hearing from Stiles and others that it’s not okay for people to treat him like it, he’s still got most of it internalized. He still makes excuses for the people who hurt him, he still talks like what they’re doing makes sense.
(Talking to Scott in the early days, first couple of episodes, saying ”Some of the people who died in the fire were perfectly normal!” Normal, meaning human. Human, and therefore not an out of control wolf that would fit the hunter’s code. Because he’s been taught and on some level believed that every wolf fit the hunter’s code.)
So he says things, things he doesn’t think twice about, that excuse or minimize the things people do to him, and it drives Stiles nuts but he can’t exactly chastize Derek for it, because it’s not really his fault. But he pushes, a little, gives Derek reminders that no, the woman who hit on him at the hotel bar after the interpack convention and jumped straight into questions about knotting was not “just curious”. It being unusual doesn’t excuse her efforts to pull at the front of his jeans and sneak a look. And maybe if he feels the need to defend Invasive Dick Lady to his friends even when he’s still shaky and upset from the encounter, he should rethink some things.
Then one day Stiles logs onto tumblr. He’s had a blog for years, but the rest of the pack created accounts mostly because of his wheedling, only in the last few years. Derek’s tumblr is hilarious, mostly because it swings wildly between depressing aesthetic posts of boho apartments looking out on rainy cities, and in depth analysis of the intricacies of Jay and Silent Bob.
And then he sees a text post, no notes yet because it’s only been up for an hour, and he finds himself grinning when he sees Derek’s picture next to it. Despite the joking tone, he can feel the outrage through the screen, and it’s wonderful because Derek being outraged for himself? For his own wellbeing? It’s like seeing a unicorn.
Stiles reblogs it immediately, and with his considerable number of followers it manages to hit 100k notes before the end of the night. He hopes that seeing it reinforced will help.
A companion/sequel tothis and possible prequel tothis for today’s @sterekdrabbles words wound, defend, fit, and this week’s theme of loyalty. These have all been a bit…darker.
Derek is wracked with guilt when he finds out the hunter had gone after Stiles.
He assures himself that Stiles isn’t wounded, that the blood isn’t his, examines Stiles’s eyes, what lies behind his steady gaze.
“I should’ve been there to protect you,” Derek mutters, frustrated with his own inabilities.
Stiles shrugs, but there’s tension. A lie. “I can defend myself.”
But Derek knows Stiles is wondering if this will change how they fit together, if he’ll see the monster lying beneath—not an incident or a coincidence but a pattern.
If you read my stuff, do not be afraid to comment in your native language. I promise I will do my best to respond back in the same language. This is touching and this honestly how all writers should be to their audience. After all, if not one of them read our books or our fics, where would we be? Sure we would still be writing but…..Wouldn’t that be awfully lonely?
So thank you to all the beautiful readers, no matter who you are and no matter what you read: you are the reason writers write. ❤
Yes, i have a fic where people would constantly say “sorry my English isn’t good” so i just told them to comment in their native language and then I could just google translate it. Sometimes people can be comfortable enough reading their second language, but not as comfortable writing it themselves, so i think it’s nice to let people known that they don’t have to comment in the same language the fic was written in. And it creates more excited comments as well! People are usually much more expressive in their native language!
Boyd snorts as she gracelessly takes another bite, not even trying to catch the bit of sauce as it tumbles down her shirt. “You’re a dork,” he says.
Kira simply smiles at him through a mouth of extra cheesy pizza. “I’m your favorite dork,” she singsongs. “Now help me put away these video games before my mom kills us for all the noise.“
He sighs, but does as he’s told and wraps his controller up in its chord, putting it in its place underneath her little TV. After a beat, he asks, “Do you think I could stay the night?”
From her place crouched in front of the small stand her television sits on, she shrugs.“Sure. It’s not like my parents will care.” She pauses, then turns on her heel and frowns at him. “Things aren’t getting bad again, are they?” she asks sincerely.
Shit. He hasn’t been asked that since… well, the last time Kira asked that. He huffs. “No,” he says defensively. “I just don’t feel like waking your parents or taking a crappy bus home.”
She nods and stands abruptly. “Fair enough,” she agrees. “I’ll go call your mom.” She turns and walks out the door, taking care to call over her shoulder, “Don’t play without me!” on the way out.
Even as she goes, he can’t help but smile. He has to be at least a little lucky to have found a friend in Kira Yukimura.
This is both amazing and profoundly irritating – the exact writing equivalent of that thing artists do – you know, how they’ll mess up anything that’s on expensive paper and planned in every single detail but get them doodling during a boring lesson and suddenly they’re Michel-bloody-angelo.
theproblemwithstardust 