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Like You Won’t Believe | Derek/Stiles | 19k author : fairydustedtheory

Written for Sterek bingo 2020

Prompts : Reconnection & Fake Relationship

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Summary: First Son Stiles Stilinski just accidentally caused an international incident. And apparently the only way to save human-werewolf relations is to marry him off to Prince Derek of Triskele. Stiles is going to need all of his acting skills to make the marriage look real, because the Prince is kind of a fucking asshole.

AN: Maybe you’ve heard about this, maybe you haven’t, but my attempt at Arranged Marriage for @sterek-bingo kind of got out of hand. It grew 3 extra prompts and about 50+k extra of enemies to allies to friends to lovers, so... Updating throughout bingo month, every 4 days or so. Chapter length may vary, but 10k is a solid estimate. 

Preview: 

Stiles honestly didn’t mean to cause an international incident this time. Had there been times where he had proceeded with a plan fully aware that it was likely to cause an international incident of some kind? Absolutely, not that he ever would have admitted to it in front of his father (or anyone except his closest confidantes, if he had those).

This time, though, he’d honestly just been intending to observe the visitors from close by. He didn’t get very many opportunities to interact with werewolves - and technically he was not supposed to be interacting with them this time either. The Royal Family - and honestly, how come that werewolves had actual royalty? - was just there as a show of faith, as a way to prove that their relations with the human leadership had much improved since Gerald Argent had been impeached five years ago (and his vice-president had lost the election to John Stilinski a few years later). The media had to believe that President Stilinski and Queen Laura were at least allies with a strong partnership, if not actual friends.

Which they really, really were not. Not for lack of trying, probably, but it just wasn’t happening.

Not that Queen Laura seemed like a bad person. Stiles was just very aware that most important people had about a million faces they swapped out like they were changing clothes. Why would the young Queen of the werewolf nation of Triskele be any different?

After the way she’d inherited the throne, Stiles would not have been surprised if she was even more guarded than all of her predecessors combined. She’d lost most of her family because of the previous president’s insane beliefs about wolves, so technically no one should have been able to blame her if she held a bit of a grudge against his replacement.

Stiles would though. He’d put every inch of blame on her if she held a grudge, because John Noah Stilinski was a much better man and president than Gerald Argent (or his cronies) had ever been. And that should have been obvious to anyone, even werewolves who hardly left their territory because they hated humans much more than humans had ever hated the wolves. Still they (Laura and her entourage) did not seem to trust his Dad much.

It pissed him off, but it also made him curious. He needed to find out more about these wolves and the risks they could pose. It didn’t matter that the Secret Service already had every bit of intel that had ever been collected about anyone who’d ever come into contact with Queen Laura. Because they didn’t have the kind of vested interest that Stiles did.

“Stiles!” His Dad sounded pretty damn furious, even though he was trying to hide it.

Oh, right, international incident. The giant problem he’d created by attempting to spy upon the Royal Family - Prince Derek in particular. Honestly, could it really be purely Stiles’ problem if all he’d done is hide in the secret passageway to observe the wolves privately?

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Laura Hale Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Mistaken Identity, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Baking, Sterek Bingo 2020, Humor Summary:

Stiles wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary with his summer bakery job. But a case of mistaken identity during a routine delivery suddenly lands him in a fake relationship with one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. What's a regular, starving college student to do?

Created for Sterek Bingo 2020

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A/N: A story created belatedly for @sterek-bingo last minute on a whim.

Title: The Best Fake Relationship in the World Series: Sterek Bingo 2020 Ratings: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom(s): Teen Wolf Category: M/M Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Tags: Sterek Bingo 2020, One-Shot, Fake Relationship, Alive Hale Family Summary: Stiles wasn't sure that he had made the best decision but he couldn't take it back now, not now that he was looking at Cora Hale through the computer and sitting in Derek's lap. Word Count: 5,781 Year: Future Spoilers: Everything Notes: This is a completed One-shot. There will be no more written in the universe. Beta: Grammarly

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Summary: One day they're just Derek & Stiles, the next they're married with a kid.

Sterek Bingo 2020 theme: Fake/Pretend Relationship

Notes:

I originally started writing this fic/idea in like ... 2015/16 lmao and I never managed to make something out of it but Sterek Bingo brought it out with a twist!!

Although this is far lesser of a fic than I imagined when I first got the idea, this is the most I've managed in 4/5 years so in some way I'm (trying to be) proud of it because for some reason it means a lot to me :)

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Chapter summary: In which there is only one bed, and Stiles meets some creepy wolves - yes that includes his asshole husband to be.

AN: Time for chapter two of this massive thing for @sterek-bingo. Same themes, of course. More enemies to friends to lovers goodness. If you enjoy, let me know. If you don’t - the back button is there for a reason. Not trying to be rude, but I’m having a shit time (yay depression and anxiety), and I’m doing the best I can. So please, remember that fic authors do this for free and for fun, and try not to make demands in your reviews. 

Preview: 

There was only one bed.

Stiles was in a strange country he’d never been in before, in a strange city, in a strange building (one of several Royal Palaces in Triskele), in a gigantic suite - and yet there was only one bed? Was there a shortage of beds in Triskele? Was that even a thing?

“Where’s your room?” Stiles asked his eternally grouchy fiance. “Or is this your room and mine is just on the other side of this wing somewhere? Either is fine by me. I’m not attached yet.”

Well, maybe he was a little bit attached, because this room was kind of gorgeous. The bed was huge, one of those elegant four poster deals that could have housed an entire family and maybe did back in the Dark Ages. There were several large windows letting in plenty of light, and there was a reading nook in two of the windows - Stiles had already claimed the one on the right, the one that didn’t have a book lying on it yet. Oh, wait, did that mean? Nah.

Nah, werewolves probably had a very rich tradition that involved separate rooms, right?

How was he supposed to know about his future husband’s family history? By reading one of the many books his father’s people had been shoving at him in their constant prep work for the most ridiculous farce of a wedding that the world had ever seen? Yeah, like he actually gave a damn about these people and this country - other than their temporary assistance in his desperate need to keep his Dad safe. He was only a visitor here, not their Prince. No matter what title they gave him at the Wedding of Doom.

Besides, maybe after his Dad had gotten re-elected, Stiles and the Asshole Prince could divorce, blaming it all on the pressures and the extensive cultural differences or some bullshit like that. It wasn’t like marriage was for life. It didn’t have to be.

Only… werewolves did not do divorce, did they? They got mated, not married, and that was a lifelong kind of deal. Every single time Stiles thought he’d found an escape route, he found that the metaphorical door had already been latched firmly shut.

“This is our room,” the Asshole Prince looked at Stiles like he was an idiot.

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Summary: In which there is a wedding

AN: Time for more @sterek-bingo fic. It’s been 4 whole days since I last updated. Please keep it together for 4 more days - wedding night coming on the 23rd. 

Preview:

Stiles hadn’t fully realized that he was actually getting married on this very day until he suddenly found himself in a stupidly ornate room in a stupidly ornate church, with Erica fiddling with his stupidly fancy clothes until she deemed his look ‘adequate’. 

“Thanks?” Stiles was pretty sure that was not a compliment. 

“There you are,” Erica grinned at him. “I was starting to wonder that they’d given you a lobotomy to get through all of this. Which would have sucked.” 

So maybe Erica was actually his friend now. She’d been his constant in all of the wedding preparations, making faces at him when he was threatening to completely zone out on the preparations, always keeping him distracted from the more serious discussions that his future husband just had to have just outside of Stiles’ earshot.

That reminded him, he still hadn’t been able to find out what that was all about. 

“All here,” Stiles tapped the side of his head. 

“Now that’s questionable,” suddenly his Dad was there. “Unless something has changed in the past three months. You’ve never quite had it all together up there.” 

Stiles lept at his Dad, desperate for a true Stilinski hug. He hadn’t been hugged properly in ages (some apologies to Scott, but he just didn’t know how to do it right), and he’d missed the way that hugging his Dad somehow still made him feel young and small even though they were basically of a height these days. Being held by his Dad was the safest he’d felt since… since the night of his bachelor party, when Derek had refused to let go of him. When his fiance had kept him safe from the outside world as if he actually cared about Stiles. 

When his Dad let go, he immediately started fussing with Stiles’ suit. 

“Dad,” Stiles whined, because he suddenly felt like a chastised kid again. 

“You look good, son,” his Dad’s eyes were suspiciously shiny. “Like an adult.” 

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Summary: In which things are supposed to get back to normal

AN: Getting real close to that happy ending. The epilogue (coming in two days) will be my final contribution to @sterek-bingo - I know, I know. 

Preview: 

For once, Stiles didn’t mind staying inside the apartments together. Not just because of the sex, but because he wasn’t sure just how the world had responded to the attack on Derek. Because he didn’t know if it was finished now, with Peter dead and Deucalion dealt with somehow - was that it, was that all of it? Were things going back to normal now?

“There’s an event in a few days,” Derek mentioned that morning, while they were still naked and panting. “Not anything too formal. I think you’d like it.”

Well, maybe it was just Stiles who was panting, because Derek’s stamina was superhuman and Stiles was still working on being able to keep up with him. Apparently he had the rest of their lives to figure that out, so at least there was that. He had time.

But, event? An event that Stiles was going to be allowed to go to? An event that took place outside of the palace? With Stiles in attendance? How? Why? How?

Three excellent questions. Or well, more than three.

“We’re allowed to go outside now?” Stiles pretended not to freak out internally.

Or maybe not just internally, because Derek looked at him with that almost fond exasperation that had been driving Stiles particularly fucking crazy lately. It was just so annoying when Derek looked at him like he gave a damn, because it made Stiles worry that his stupid feelings were written all over his face. Because he didn’t hate Derek anymore, not at all. In fact, he was pretty sure he actually liked the idiot these days. He didn’t even mind the marriage much anymore.

Sure, it sucked that he wasn’t going to get to live happily ever after with a mysterious true love, but Stiles thought he might be able to stand growing old with a friend he got to sleep with.

“Of course we are,” Derek said as if it were actually normal.

“What the hell changed?” Stiles wanted to know.

Shouldn’t Derek be more worried than ever after finding out that his own uncle desperately wanted Stiles dead? And Derek too, and maybe Laura - but mostly Stiles. Shouldn’t almost dying be a very good reason for Derek wanting to stay inside the palace for the rest of their lives? Not that Stiles would have accepted that - fuck no - but he had been pretty damn sure that he was going to have to convince Derek using sexual favors of some kind. And he’d almost been looking forward to that. It made him feel a little sexy.

“Well,” Derek was almost hesitant about it. “We caught the people who were after you.”