Anon requested: “can you do a stiles x male reader imagine and have the reader be like royalty”

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So I decided I liked the idea of royalty a lot, so the reader is a fae prince, a changeling to be exact.

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Traveling out of the Wildlands wasn’t something that the Faerie Folk did nowadays. Too much noise and pollution from humans had changed the Earth drastically to the point that trips there were limited to the occasional ‘have the humans died yet’ type of visit. Many of the older Fae were hoping dinosaurs would make a comeback, being dismissive of the newer race of beings.

But then there were the few that were rather taken by the humans. Titania, Leanansidhe, and Puck to name a few. And then there was Oberon. The faerie king has taken a human lover once, and had a child from her. The changeling was orphaned at a young age, and being the son of the king had been taken in to be the prince of the Wildlands.

Y/n was in love with his home in the fae world. It was wild, dangerous, clean, and most of all he wasn’t just ‘that freaky kid with the eyes’ like he was back in the human world (His eyes were an unnaturally bright shade of blue and the pupils were closer to a cat’s eyes than a human’s. It was the supernatural heritage he carried). Sure he had responsibilities as a prince, but they were worth it.

Then there came a day when he was obligated to go with his father back to the human world.

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The silence of the cold winter forest was broken by the sound of a voice.

“So...we’re meeting with...fairies?”

“The Fae are more likely to know about this creature than any other being on this planet. The fact we could convince them to meet with us at all is a miracle.”

“So why am I here?” Alan Deaton sighed at the question. Stiles had asked this at least a hundred times.

“Because Stiles, as a future emissary you might have to do this and I’d rather you learn from observing.” Stiles nodded his head. He was pretty nervous about meeting any fae creatures. His mother had told him stories when he was young and his English class had just finished reading A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Not really the best material to inspire one to talk to the fae.

“Oh. So what do I do?”

“For now, just watch and stay silent. I’ll do all the talking.” Stiles wanted to ask more questions, but Deaton gave him a look that asked him to wait. And then Stiles saw why.

Standing in the middle of the clearing (oddly enough, not covered in frost like the rest of the forest) was a crowned man standing at least seven feet tall. He was tan with pointed ears and wide green eyes that reminded the apprentice emissary of leaves in the summer. Beside him was a young man, maybe around Stiles’ age, with bright blue eyes and y/s/c skin. Pretty handsome in Stiles’ opinion.

“Alan Deaton. I’ve heard many things about you.”

“Hello King Oberon. It’s my honor to be known to one such as yourself.” Holy shit, that was THE king of the summer court. At least that explained why the cold didn’t affect the area.

“Really? Many would take that as a bad thing. Yet you would call me here for what? Idle chat? Pleasantries? No, I believe you want something from me. But who is this young man?” The Summer King directed his attention to Stiles now, eyes alight with curiosity. Deaton spoke up.

“This is my apprentice, Stiles Stilinski.” Stiles gave a small wave.

“I see. This is my son, Prince y/n of the Summer Court.” Y/n gave a small bow to the two humans. Oberon gestured for Deaton to follow him. “Let us discuss matters privately. Y/n, entertain the apprentice.” With that the two adults walked off, leaving Stiles and y/n alone with one another.

“So...a prince?”

“Yes. It happened when my mother died.” Wow, that was a conversation opener.

“I’m sorry.” It sounded lame to Stiles, but what else would you say in that situation? It was the best he could come up with.

“It’s fine. She was pretty sick.”

“Oh.” There was an awkward silence for a few minutes.

“So you’re half human, or...?” Y/n fidgeted his fingers around in his hand.

“I’m a changeling. Half human, half fae.”

“That’s cool.” Awkward silence once again ensued until y/n spoke up.

“So...what do you do around here for fun?”

“There’s a club called the Jungle.”

“I’ve never been to a club.”

“Want to go?” Y/n smiled and nodded eagerly.

“Yes please.” The two boys headed to Stiles’ Jeep, intent on doing something more fun that standing around in the woods.

<—>

Walking out of the club a few hours later, y/n and Stiles were laughing until they ran into Deaton and Oberon. Both adults had disapproval written all over their faces.

“Stiles...” Y/n cut in before Stiles could be lectured.

“It was my fault actually. I insisted that Stiles take me here after you two left. Please don’t be mad.” Oberon looked unconvinced, but didn’t push it.

“Fine. But we are talking about this later. Say goodbye for now y/n.” Y/n gave Stiles a kiss on the cheek and a wide grin before going back to his father’s side.

“Bye Stiles. See you later.” In a rush of warm air the two fae were gone, leaving Stiles alone with Deaton. Stiles was smiling like mad until he caught sight of Deaton’s face.

“I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Yep.”

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