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Little seven-year-old Cora is next in line, peering up at Stiles from where she stands clutching at her big brother's hand.
“Where’s your crown?” she asks in that blunt manner most children seem to possess.
“Cora,” Derek chides, his voice smoothed with fondness.
“I just want to know if he has a pretty crown!”
Stiles crouches down. “I bet it’s not as pretty as yours, Your Highness,” he says, taking her hand and kissing it.
Cora flushes with pride and beams. She tugs on her brother's hand, looking up at him as she extends her other to point at Stiles, finger an inch away from his face. “I want you to marry him."
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Whilst attending the wedding of his best friend, Prince Stiles comes face to face with Prince Derek, a member of the Hale delegation from the north. His father considers Prince Derek a worthy match, but tales of the man's reputation as a bore - not to mention his suspected involvement in an assassination attempt on his own family - feeds Stiles' distrust before they've ever even met.
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- Part 17 of Prompts
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“Is—Is he my—” The word dies in his throat.
“How did you not know?” Laura screeches and Derek feels his hackles rise, defensive.
“Wha—Bu—But he smells good to everyone!”
“Not that good,” Cora scoffs.
“Yeah, not good enough to hump him over it.”
“I didn’t hump—”
“You kinda did,” Stiles agrees, scratching at the back of his head. “Though I can’t say I minded.”
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A new tea shop has opened in Beacon Hills, and Laura drags Derek along so he can try the incredible, memory-evoking drinks for himself. He’s soon going back for more, but is it because of the tea, or the owner?
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- Part 19 of Prompts
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"It's Hale. H-A-L-E, cutie."
Stiles felt his whole body freeze as a voice whispered behind him. He felt a shiver go down his spine as his little buddy suddenly came to life, much to his embarrassment.
He got caught looking up the guy's name.
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"You're kidding me, right?" Derek grinned, his arms full with other girls who looked really beautiful in their makeups: "You're just another one of my little conquests, eager little slutty bitch. I just fucked you because I wanted your dad to know that the guy he hates most took his little son's virginity."
"O-oh..." Stiles felt humiliated. He was fucking kicking himself mentally for being a stupid guy. He should've been smarter. "I see..." But if there's something Stiles knows how to do, is to take punches and keep rolling: "Well, it was fun... Thanks for the date."
He left soon after, pretending his heart didn't break.
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- Part 69 of (Maybe) One Shots
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"You are sick, you are fucking disgusting, you are the most fucking disturbing being I've ever seen in my fucking life." A fist slams at the table and Stiles gets a little jumpy. Then realization downs on him and he lifts his head up to look at the man who spoke those words- And oh, he was hot.
Stiles felt almost relieved, the day had come, and he's going to finally get closure. This man, apparently, is his soulmate.
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Soulmates AU where the first thing you say to your soulmate is written on your body, cannon divergence, living Hale Family, and angst! There's some surprise tags here, nothing bad, but you'll be surprised- or, I hope you will.
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- Part 66 of (Maybe) One Shots
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Everyone in the world has words upon their skin that will be the first words their soulmate will ever say to them.
Everyone except Derek Hale.
It's okay, he has grown used to the pitying looks when he tells people, so he stopped telling them. He went on with his life, but then somebody does something mean to his sister and goes after the guy responsible for it. Said guy had a white board on hand that he started trying to write on as Derek went on his rant, the frustrations of the day flooding out of him- he did feel a bit bad about cussing out the guy because his hands were shaking, but what he wrote on his sister's cup was not to be forgiven.
Once he curses out the guy, he leaves.
Hours later, in the shower after the long day he had, is when he notices the words that had appeared on his skin. Drawn in squilly, nervous lines, like those of somebody who was writing with shaky hands.
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- Part 92 of (Maybe) One Shots