“Your highness,” Harris says as he rises. “Your highness, don’t you dare-”
It’s too late to stop him though. Derek is already standing.
“Just for a bit,” he says, batting away Harris’ hands when they reach for him. “I’ll stay within earshot.”
“How many times do I have to tell you,” Harris says, standing in the carriage as well and making a weak attempt at blocking the door. “It is not appropriate for a prince to go riding around the countryside on a horse by himself!”
“But I can ride on royal hunts?” Derek challenges, not bothering to look up from where he’s shucking his fine coat. Underneath he is wearing well-made but plain riding clothes. They are the only set of reasonable clothes he’d managed to sneak in his luggage this entire month-long trip.
“Royal hunts are different,” Harris moans, flicking his hand at Derek’s shirt in disgust. It may be a bit worn after a solid month of hard use. But it’s not Derek’s fault that Harris had threatened to throw them out enough times that Derek only let him clean it when Derek had the time to watch. “There are guards and you’re dressed properly and… guards! You need guards!”
“We have guards,” Derek points out, taking a moment to wrap a strip of cloth that he keeps for just this reason around his sword hilt. He is smart enough to know that riding through the forest with a jeweled hilt is asking for trouble. “Though they will just slow me down. They can stay here with you.”
“Your Highness,” Harris says. “Please, you know there have been reports of thieves in this area!”
“We’re only half a day’s ride from my uncle’s,” Derek scoffs. “And Peter hasn’t officially reported any thief problem to my mother so I’m sure that’s just a rumor.”
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: G (This is straight fluff, but it will eventually be smut!) Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/OC (You can easily stick your own name in there though) Words: 746 AN: Okay, so I’ve been working on this for awhile and I decided to split this into small parts. Here’s the thing, I need YOUR INPUT! Tell me what you want to see happen! Give me lots of feedback! Tell me if you like this! I have a bunch more scenes written, but this is basically going to be them growing up, so if there are any scenes you want me to cover from the show let me know.
☆ Stiles would plan dates in the jeep, and you two would eat dinner and watch movies together there.
☆ There would be plenty of make-out sessions.
☆ You loved solving mysteries and cases together. You were Stiles’ Robin.
☆ Stiles learned to become the big spoon for you. There would be a ton of cuddling.
☆ You cheered for him at lacrosse games even if Beacon Hills were almost certainly going to lose.
☆ Every other month, You and Stiles would have a Star Wars marathon complete with popcorn, blankets, and lazy kisses.
☆ You would call him Mieczyslaw or Mischief for fun.
☆ He teaches some of his ways of sarcasm. Soon after hours of training, he was proud to say that you were almost as good as being sarcastic as him.
☆ You wore his sweatshirts when you got cold.
☆ Stiles would ask you to ditch school with him to find clues. On the way, you two would have a few intimate moments.
☆ His father loves you and enjoys talking to you about how crazy his son is.
☆ You were invited to join the pack after learning about the supernatural. At first, Stiles was uncertain about you joining, but you convinced him to allow you to join after telling him you’d stay by his side.
☆ Stiles always wants to make sure you’re safe and sound.
☆ You would share curly fries together. There would be no judgment between the two of you when you ate an abundance of fries together.
☆ When both of you didn’t want to get up, it would just be a lazy day.
A/N: I love Stiles more than sleep, food, and sweatshirts combined.
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Stiles drove up to the fence blocking the buses. Specifically, the bus that Scott might or might not have murdered someone one. It was nearly midnight out, and Scott and told us that this had to be done sooner rather than later.
We all got out and as we were walking to the fence, Scott stopped us. “Hey, no. Just me. Someone needs to keep watch.”
“Okay, well, we don’t need two for that,” I said. “I’ll go with you.”