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Prince!AU Jeno

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the most charitable prince the nation has ever seen

literally lives for helping others

does charity work whenever he can and refuses invites to fancy balls or galas

opting instead to get down in the dirt and plant new vegetables in the local gardens

or volunteering to help teach kids after school

even though he’s a shining star when it comes to community service and giving back

and the public adores him to pieces

he really,,,,,,,,,doesn’t act like a prince at all

not to say that he isn’t mannerly or that he doesn’t know the his country’s own values and laws

it’s just he’s a hyper young boy who thinks skateboarding through the palace halls is fun

doing kick flips over expensive pieces of art and scaring butler renjun half to death

he’ll be caught red handed stealing sweets from the pantry - mouth full of chocolate covered strawberries

and of course the hoarding,,,,,,,,and by hoarding i mean the hoarding of stray cats he keeps trying to hide in his room

but renjun is staring at the various bite marks and scratches on jeno and he’s like

“oh - how’d you get those?”

“uhhhhhh chenle bit me.”

“that’s almost believable, but hand over the kittens”

would live in the animal shelter if he could

just getting his gucci suit covered in cat fur

grinning from ear to ear as all the animals flock to him

and the shelter works swoon at the sight of his eye smile

but yeah, he has no sense of royal boundaries - or that he’s above anyone else simply because he’s a prince

like he’ll hop out of the carriage during parades - the queen nudging for knight jaemin to follow him

before jeno gets himself lost in the crowds

greeting shop keepers with deep bows and letting young kids cling onto him and offer him flowers and candy

there was once a newspaper headline about how a thief had managed to slip one of jeno’s rings off his fingers

when jeno had walked through the streets without his knight

but then the thief felt so bad that he approached the prince a couple of minutes later and offered it back

someone asked him later

“why did you give the ring back?”

“i didn’t want prince lee to be sad, he’s too handsome to be sad.”

renjun keeps stocking prince jeno’s closet with “princely” attire - in navys, greys, and blacks

because those colors make him look like he’s being serious

but jeno just shows up in all pink like

“i heard we’re going to be doing negotiations with prince haechan today - he likes pink, right?”

you’re actually kind of a rowdy kid yourself - ever since you were young you liked causing trouble and pulling pranks

always running around with scraps on your knuckles and bruises on your knees

you never cared about politics or the royal family,,,,,,,,,,,,or school,,,,,,,,,,,,or anything really

you just liked doing things for a rush

living on the edge and sometimes getting scolded for it by your (in your opinion) overtly tight and proper roommate doyoung

who treated you like his noisy, rough around the edges child

that always paid the share of the rent late

but somehow,,,,,,,,you’d managed to survive

doing small jobs here and there - mostly art focused as that was where your talents lay

you used to do a lot of graffiti - but on several occasions you’d been caught

and you were kind of wary that the next time the local authorities got their hands on you, you wouldn’t get away with just a slap on the wrist

so you strayed away, instead you did paid mural work and designs

it was pennies really, but it was much better than slaving away in an office

well,,,,,,,in your eyes at least,,,,,,,,

but when the royal family unveils a new painting in the town square

you can’t help but feel your palms itch at the though of spray painting a giant mustache on the prince’s face

a part of you argues that you don’t need to do this - really, this is childish and you’ll get caught and regret it

but the other part of, the one that always wins, goes absolutely bonkers

so you end up on sneaking down the fire escape, bag pack stuffed to the brim with cans in all colors

you pull up your hoodie and make the short, zig zagging walk through back alleys to the square

it’s dead quiet. not even stray cats are out at this time

and you excitedly rub your hands together as you stand in front of the large painted faces of your country’s royals

now you really don’t mean it as anything but a harmless joke

you’re not making a political statement by drawing stars on the queens white blouse or giving the king goody glasses

you just want to cause a stir - you just want to do it because you can

and as you lean up to run a red line on the side of the princes’ handsome jawline

you hear a voice

“ah. if it isn’t you again”

for a moment your body goes cold - seriously, only fifteen minutes in and the cops are here?!?!?!

you expect they’ll haul you down to the station, be given a long and boring speech about respecting property, and then let out by the time the sun rises

but that doesn’t happen

instead you find yourself spending the night in the station, no one tells you what’s happening, until finally you hear a rustle going on in the hall

and the door to the room you’re being held in opens

a knight walks in, you can tell by his uniform and the crest of the lee kingdom he wears on his chest

he gives you a once over and shakes his head

“jaemin, what’s going to happen to them?”

an officer questions and you sit up a little straighter

“that’ll be up to the royal family to decide”

you can’t believe it - actually you’re pretty sure you must be fever dreaming when you find yourself in the main ballroom of the palace

a place you’ve only seen in photos and on tv

“i- im here all over a harmless prank ?!?!?!”

the knight, named jaemin as you learned, gives you a sympathetic shrug

“it’s not harmless to deface the people who run this country.”

“deface then? all i did was doodle-“

he shushes you and stands at attention as the doors open with a loud and heavy sound

in front of your wide eyes step the queen and the prince, both dressed in golds and jewels

you're so frozen that jaemin has to cough thrice until you realize you have to bow in greeting

as you hang your head low, the queen gives an annoyed tsk

prince jeno on the other hand observes you curiously

his hands clasped behind his back as he looks at your black hoodie and jaemin drops the bag full of your supplies on the spot in front of you

“child, you really shouldn’t have drawn such crude things on a public mural.”

the queen begins and you swallow

her tone doesn’t sound all that sweet like when she’s giving speeches over the radio ,,,, i might have really messed up this time!

she continues to talk, pointing out that the mural took weeks to perfect. that the townspeople are just as disappointed as the family and authorities are. at some point there’s a comment about how you were probably just raised poorly

all of it kind of drowns in your head as you panic about your fate

“as for punishment-“

you stiffen and you think you even hear knight jaemin tense up at your side

“wait, mother may i?”

the prince speaks for the first time and your gaze shoots over to him instantly

he’s wearing his blonde hair back with golden pins, a loose fitting blouse tucked into riding jeans with a belt that looks like it’s been encrusted with rubies

“i think i have a good idea, it’ll help them both reflect on their crime against the town-“

crime? it was some harmless drawing!

“and help restore the mural.”

“oh?”

the prince smiles, but you’re hesitant - gripping the sleeves of your hoodie as he gives a slow nod

“let’s just make them re-paint it!”

you let your jaw drop, but no noises come out of your mouth

he wants me to re-paint that giant thing all by myself? it’ll take weeks - i won’t be able to do anything else - i would rather -

“it sounds better than being banished, right?”

you can’t really formulate a sentence, so knight jaemin answers for you

“that’s a splendid idea prince lee! im sure the culprit is grateful!”

you feel a sharp elbow in your side and you kind of sputter to life

give a groggy

“thank you so much my prince”

as jeno brings his hands up in a clap and his mother, seemingly bored already with you, gives her agreement

just like this whole situation - you think you have to be in a bad dream as you stand in front of the mural in broad daylight

a tiny circle of whispering locals around you

as jaemin sets up a ladder and hands you a large, clean brush

“this is going to take forever.”

“maybe you shouldn’t have messed it up in the first place.”

he grins when you give him a sideways glare

but make your way up the ladder, you come face to face with the splotches of red paint from your prank and with a frustrated sigh you begin to paint over them

after a while, people become uninterested and disperse

jaemin is supposed to be guarding you, but he disappears somewhere

saying that it’ll be obvious if you slack off - someones got to get those goofy glasses off of the kings face

so you end up tired, alone, and grumbling about how this punishment might just be worse than banishment

“what is prince lee’s problem anyway? butting his head into the conversation -”

“oh, i think you missed a spot on my face.”

you almost drop the paint can in your hand with surprise

when you hear a familiar voice from down beside the ladder

you turn, carefully and see the prince himself

jaemin is beside him, pretending as if he’s been doing his job all day as jeno takes a look at your progress so far

“hmmm looks like this project might take a while,,,,,”

he muses and you have the sudden urge to turn the bucket of paint upside down and watch it dump over onto his blonde head

but you restrain yourself at the last minute

“but still. i trust you’ll get it done nicely?”

you can’t tell if he’s being annoying on purpose, mocking you and teasing

or if he really means it

“well then, carry on. you can leave when it’s dark and return in the morning. jaemin, you’ll be here - yes?”

jaemin salutes and you roll your eyes as you turn back to your work

you don’t notice how the prince’s stare lingers a bit before he turns on his heel and is off

the next couple of days is grueling, you wake up early - get told off by doyoung for getting yourself into the mess - trudge up to the town sqaure and clamber up the ladder with your paints

you hate it at first, but after a while you kind of come to terms with it

whistling tunes to distract yourself and even sometimes holding conversations with knight jaemin

you don’t expect the prince, or anyone from the royal family to come and check on you

but by the end of the first week - you’re surprised to see jeno at the mural and without jaemin

“my prince?”

you approach with caution and he gives you a smile in response

he’s dressed more casually then you’ve ever seen before, dark jeans and leather suspenders over a button up shirt

but then you see the golden necklace and wrist watch

once a prince, always a prince

he motioned to the mural with his head and goes

“it’s coming along well, i knew your talent would show.”

“my talent?”

“do you think i don’t know about your other work?”

for a moment,,,,,,,you look at him confused

“a-are you -”

“the graffiti and the paid work you’ve done around the town. i did my research.”

again, you aren’t sure if he’s bringing it up as a compliment or not - so you just shrug in response

“well, im happy your highness is pleased so far.”

he puts a hand under his chin and steps back

“although i see you haven’t gotten to my face yet?”

you huff - ready to go on a tangent about how the king and queen need to be fixed first

when jeno bursts into laughter at the sight of your furrowed expression

“im teasing, take all the time you need.”

you step back with him - thinking nothing of it when you motion to his portrait on the wall

“the original artist didn’t do that good of a job - do you see the shade on your neck, it’s not from the right angle. and they weren’t able to capture your eyes well either.”

jeno looks impressed at your comments, but you aren’t even doing it for that

you just have been thinking about it since you started your “punishment”

“when light hits brown eyes like yours, the color becomes almost translucently brown and they made it muddy-”

“why, maybe you should become a full time artist instead of running around getting in trouble?”

you scrunch up your nose

“no, traditional art is fine and all that. but my kind of style isn’t really appreciated. im lucky enough to find small work.”

you pick up a paint can of green, making your way up the ladder - jeno comes to the side and holds it steady as you reach the top

why is he even here in the first place? don’t prince’s have better things to do?

you wonder to yourself as you pluck a brush from the front pocket of your jeans - leaning back to make sure you’re in a good spot to reach the lapel of the king’s uniform

“have you always been an artist?”

the prince’s voice wafts up to you ears and you shake your head

“no, i didn’t start until i was older.”

“what a shame, you clearly have talent.”

you push back the warm feeling that crawls up onto your cheeks

and you assume that at some point he’s going to have to leave,,,he cant stay here and chat with you forever

and he does

but then

he keeps coming back

bright and early, every morning - the prince is waiting for you beside the mural

he can never stay past an hour or so, and it really confuses you as to what he gains out of watching you paint and asking you questions about yourself, but it is something to distract you

as the work on the mural trudges on slowly

after a couple of weeks - you finish the king and queen and get started on the prince

for some reason, you approach fixing his portrait with more care

you spend a lot of time looking at it from affair, even sketching it out on scraps of paper before you bring a paintbrush up to it

one day as you’re getting ready to re-paint jeno, you notice a small cat is making rounds around your paint cans

you watch it with a tiny giggle, before you see the prince - scurrying after it like a entertained large child

the kitten hops through some nearby bushes and jeno squats down to see where it’s gone when he sees a pile of abandoned papers beside them

you’d forgotten where you’d put the sketches you did of him from some time ago

but when the prince unfolds the papers he finds them, looking over the fine pencil work and the familiar features that make up his handsome face

he lifts his hand up - waving them to get your attention

“did you draw me?”

you feel your throat go dry a bit and you shake your head

“n-no, i mean i did but for the painting reference.”

even from up on the ladder you can see stars in jeno’s eyes as he looks at the drawings

“can i keep them?”

it’s an unexpected question, so you don’t really know how to answer - it catches you off guard

so you turn your body a bit too fast

and before you can stop, gravity takes its course and your balance is thrown off

the green paint in your hand goes flying, a pretty arch splattering down over the mural and the ground below as you feel yourself falling backwards

the impact scares you - so you shut your eyes tightly and don’t hear jeno’s voice call out your name

you wait and wait to hit the ground

but instead you tumble straight into a pair of arms, your weight momentarily causing jeno to teeter backwards, but he manages to steady his grip

“are you alright?”

he asks, breathless and you refuse to open your eyes

“did i die?”

“yes.”

your eyes shoot open and jeno laughs at your panicked “what?!?!?”

“no, you didn’t die. you’re ok.”

you look at him - before reaching out and touching his face to confirm

forgetting that one of your country’s laws is that you’re not even allowed to touch royals

but you don’t care

his skin is smooth and warm to the touch and you let out a sigh of relief

“oh -ok.”

but jeno nearly drops you at the sudden contact, shaking his head to fight the oncoming blush

he sets you down and you turn to see the damage

a giant splatter of green right on the center of the queen’s face

“oh no - now i have to redo it again”

you groan and jeno just blinks before regaining his own composure

“i’ll help you.”

you step back and shake your head

“no way! you’re the prince, if people see you helping me - they’ll think -”

“i don’t care.”

jeno picks up a spare paintbrush and smiles, the pretty brown eyes turning into crescent moons as he does

“this time it wasn’t your fault, it was mine for startling you. it’s only right that i get the same punishment you did.”

you’re skeptical - and a little embarrassed

but jeno climbs up the stairs and turns to point

“im not good at painting though, so i will need your help.”

after news spreads that the prince has joined in on helping re-paint the mural

the circle around you two grows bigger and bigger each day

jaemin is called in, and even renjun at some point

which you find a little odd because at the end of the day renjun is berating you with questions about what kind of style of clothing you like - if you think the prince is handsome blonde - and other questions that you feel you really don’t need to be answering

but jeno never goes back on his word

he shows up everyday until the mural is fully fixed

the last day, as you’re working on small details - and the crowd is bustling around you as jeno mixes paints at the bottom of the ladder

you hear an uproar of cheers and see from the corner of your eye that everyone is bowing low

“mother!”

jeno calls out and you quickly make your way down - ready to greet the queen as she ignores you and takes in your work so far

“jeno, you really must stop wasting your time here. you’re a prince not a painter, come now - let’s go back to the palace.”

she says - voice prim and proper

golden crown shining against the early morning light

you don’t say anything, but you feel jeno look back at you

“the mural is almost done, when it is. ill come back.”

his mother’s lips form a straight line and she shakes her head

“it’s their punishment, no prince would ever help-”

“but i also messed up mother, i caused an accident and now i have to do my diligence too.”

renjun, whose beside the queen is shaking his head frantically - trying to tell jeno to just stop and come along

jaemin is silent on the otherside

and then you finally find your voice

“prince lee, you’ve helped me so much, but the queen is right.”

you begin and jeno straightens up his back

“no. she isn’t. i messed up all your work, im going to stay and help you fix this. then ill go back to the palace.”

you swear you see renjun plant his palm against his face

but the queen doesn’t say anything

not until jeno perks up and adds

“you’re welcome to come back with me too.”

“what?”

you blurt out and the queen gives out an even harsher “what?”

renjun nearly falls over and jaemin looks amused as jeno walks over to you, hand swung around your shoulder

the common folk watching the scene all gasp and you feel your face turn red hot

“come back to the palace with me!”

“je- prince what are you -”

jeno grins

“i’d like them to work as the official artist for the royal family, and -”

he leans in a little, tilting his head and whispering the next part into your ear

“and maybe something more than just a friend to me?”

from your expression everyone knows what he said

the queen is ready to deny the request, but she’s struck speechless

and you kind of just

“i - uh -”

everything is paused and then you hear the shout of your name

through the crowd comes your roommate doyoung, seemingly unaware of the queen or the princes presence

as he stomps up to you

“we need to discuss rent!”

he exclaims, taking your hand and hauling you out down the street

am i dreaming?

you ask as you feel yourself tugged away from the crowd

and you come to terms with the fact that this has to be some crazy dream you’re about to wake up from

but only an hour after being lectured about paying your due

the doorbell rings and you open it to see the prince there

“my dad said you can come work as the artist for the palace, he convinced my mom too. but about the other thing i asked?”

“um -”

you start and doyoung’s voice rings from the kitchen

“prince or not, you’re only allowed to go on a date with him after i get your share of the rent!”

you feel like a child just scolded by a parent in front of their crush

but jeno bursts out laughing and you want to tell him to stop

but instead he just shouts back

“i’ll cover their missing rent - but can i take them to dinner then?”

after a moment of silence you hear doyoung again

“deal!”

jeno offers his hand and you take it

dreaming, im definitely dreaming - am i going to wake up? when will i wake up?

but you don’t wake up because it’s not a dream

and you end up having a dinner picnic in front of the finished mural, sharing sandwiches with jeno

the sketches you did still sticking out of his pocket, the sound of knight jaemin (whose supposed to be standing guard over you and the prince) snoozing in the background

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hale-of-stiles-heart · 7 years

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26 Sterek

26. “According to US Weekly, we’re married.” Also on ao3!

"According to US Weekly, we're married."

Stiles punctuated his statement by slapping down a copy of the offending tabloid magazine on Derek's coffee table, none too gently. The table wobbled a bit from the amount of force he used, a steaming cup of coffee nearly spilling all over the table.

Beaming up at him from the glossy front page of the magazine was a blown up picture of him and Derek on the set between shoots. It was slightly blurred around the edges thanks to being zoomed in on so very much, proving just how much of an invasion of privacy it was.

He couldn't know for sure who had taken the photo, the article not disclosing the photographer, but Stiles had a sneaking suspicion of who it was nonetheless. He would have bet anything it was that creepy little snake Matt Daehler, the disgusting paparazzo who had made a name for himself by stalking celebrities and their families.

For the past few weeks, he had caught glimpses of someone slinking around behind the scenes, the hairs on the back of his neck rising whenever he did. Just a few days ago his suspicions that it was Daehler had been confirmed when he witnessed him lurking around one of the sets.

And now a picture of him and Derek was being circulated nationwide, various tabloids and newspapers hosting articles speculating about it. The picture was even being discussed on talk and morning shows that apparently had nothing else to talk to.

He folded his arms over his chest and raised an unamused, expectant brow at Derek who merely blinked up at him. When Derek failed to say anything, Stiles gestured emphatically down at the magazine.

In the picture, Derek was wearing one of his outfits for the movie: a dark navy blue waxed cotton jacket over a black sweater, dark jeans, black boots, black sunglasses...and a wedding ring. It was crucial to the role he was playing, the movie focusing on a single father raising his daughter while struggling with depression and PTSD.

It was sure to be a classic, full of emotional scenes highlighting the everyday challenges of life with mental illness, centering on the main character, Tyler, learning how to juggle his own issues along with his daughter's. Rather than glorify or romanticize both Tyler's mental illnesses and his self-care, the film explored the nitty gritty truth of depression and PTSD and suicidal thoughts.

However, while Derek's wedding ring was necessary for the movie, the matching ring on Stiles' hand was not.

Derek's arms were wrapped around him from behind in the picture, his ring gleaming in the sun as he smiled radiantly, his famous bunny teeth on full display. Stiles' left hand was resting on Derek's forearm as he laughed, showing off the matching silver band on his own ring finger, it too glistening in the sunlight.

He had to admit, they did look like a blissfully happy married couple hanging out on the set of a project they were both involved with. But in reality, it had just been a joke.

When the prop department had given his first ring to wear for the scene, it was a size too small, Derek unable to get it passed his first knuckle. Erica, the head of the department, had cursed and rifled through her bag to find another before hurrying away to give another actor their necklace, leaving Derek with the too small ring.

Smirking, Derek had grabbed Stiles' hand and slipped the ring on his finger instead, laughing raucously at Stiles' shocked and confused expression. Still guffawing, Derek had looped his arms around Stiles and pretended to pout about Stiles not wanting to marry him.

And now, the harmless joke between two friends was being blown way out of proportion and plastered all over the nation. It was a certifiable PR nightmare.

Already, Stiles had received calls from nearly every major magazine in the U.S. along with half of the gossip talk shows on the West Coast (not to mention all of the missed calls he had from his dad). And he was sure it was even worse for Derek and his agent, Peter.

Because Derek was one of the biggest names in Hollywood at the moment. He already had two Oscar nominees, one for best supporting actor and one for best actor period, along with three Screen Actors Guild awards.

After being a series regular on a somewhat popular show that had stretched on for seven seasons, Derek had begun appearing in movies, usually as minor side characters. But no matter what role he played, he always stole the show with his charisma and sincerity, amassing a huge following after acting in his first major length film.

He had shortly thereafter begun starring in more leading roles, his genuineness and unbelievable range, in addition to his agent's ruthlessness, allowing him to quickly become a star. Across the country, he was known for his devotion to his craft and his ability to play any part he was given.

In one of his first starring roles, he had enchanted viewers across the world with his sweet, down to earth portrayal of a nerdy author falling in love with his neighbor, a charming handyman. Then, in his next film, he terrified audiences with his bloodthirsty portrayal of a vicious, man-eating werewolf seeking revenge on the humans who had killed his family.

So while Derek was America's sweetheart, Stiles was just a celebrity business manager.

His only client was his best friend Scott, who was playing the part of Derek's brother in the movie, dedicating himself to making sure no one in the cutthroat business of Hollywood took advantage of his oftentimes naive friend. He was more comfortable behind the scenes, working somewhat anonymously in the background.

And now his face was all over the news. It was safe to say he was more than a little pissed off.

"Um, okay..." Derek answered, clearly and infuriatingly unbothered by the whole situation. Because why would he be? He was Derek freaking Hale. He had been the focus of the Hollywood rumor mill hundreds of times, none of the gossip actually true. For him, it was just business as usual.

Stiles let out a frustrated groan and plopped down in the chair across from the loveseat Derek was lounging on, burying his face in his hands. He just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide until the whole thing blew over. But he couldn't. He had too much to do.

He had interviews to arrange for Scott, along with meet and greets with fans and autograph signings, all of which were extremely necessary. Scott was still a newcomer in the business, so far his only roles being the goofy sidekick in a few TV shows and movies, but with the announcement of him starring in a movie with the Derek Hale, his future suddenly looked much brighter.

He certainly couldn't just abandon Scott to fend for himself. It would be an even bigger disaster than the picture!

"Fuck," Stiles breathed, realizing something he hadn't even considered before. He had been too worried about himself and his own reputation that he hadn't thought about Scott's. Now that he had, he whimpered, "Oh my god, this is gonna ruin Scott."

That seemed to catch Derek's attention. He sat up straighter, resting his elbows on his knees and narrowing his eyes at Stiles, tilting his head to the side. "How is it gonna ruin Scott?"

"Because," Stiles began, squeezing his eyes shut and scrubbing his hands over his face, feeling exhausted and angry and stressed and guilty. He dropped his hands into his lap afterwards, staring down at his cuticles that he had been chewing on earlier when he had first heard about the photo. "Everyone's gonna think he only got the part because we're married."

"C'mon, Stiles. It's not like anyone actually buys into this stuff," Derek said, reaching over to lay his hand on top of Stiles', giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Trying to stay optimistic, he continued on, explaining, "It's just gossip. I bet it's already old news."

Stiles abruptly stood, Derek jerking his hand back in surprise. Snatching the remote off the nearby side table, Stiles turned on the flat screen TV on the wall, clicking through the channels until he reached channel four.

Four older women were sitting at a table, an even larger copy of the picture displayed on a screen behind them, Derek and Stiles' smiles beaming back at them almost mockingly. The women were discussing how long Derek and Stiles had been married for, speculating over whether or not they had gone on a honeymoon yet.

Stiles changed the TV to channel five where the two hosts of a talk show were chattering away, this time just a picture of Stiles on display. They were discussing his career as a celebrity business manager, mentioning Scott's filmography and whether or not he attended the wedding.

The next five channels Stiles turned to consisted of much of the same, all of the stations simply accepting their rumored clandestine marriage as a fact based on one picture. Some of the shows featuring former costars of Derek who were more than happy to allude to a secret romance just for fifteen minutes more of fame.

Tossing the remote onto the chair he had vacated, Stiles crossed his arms again and wondered aloud, "What were you saying?"

Derek grabbed the remote and shut the TV off with a heavy sigh, gesturing for Stiles to sit back down. Stiles did, his frown still firmly in place as he let out another irritated huff.

"I'll have Peter set up an interview and I'll explain the whole thing, okay?" Derek suggested, curling his arm around Stiles' shoulders and pulling him a little closer, a natural toucher. And as nice as it was to have the comforting warmth of Derek against him, his arm wrapped around him tightly, Stiles jerked his head back.

"But, Derek, isn't ring a big plot point?" Stiles questioned, well aware of the fact that one of the most crucial scenes involved the main character finally putting his wedding ring back on after finally accepting that he is worthy enough to wear it after his wife's death. Both the producers and the director had sworn the entire cast and crew to secrecy, not wanting the climax of the movie to be spoiled. "You can't spoil it!"

"Then I won't," Derek said with a shrug. "I'll just say it was a joke and come up with a different reason for the rings."

"You say that like it's the easiest thing in the world," Stiles sighed almost wistfully, relaxing into Derek's arms. Resting his head on Derek's shoulder, Stiles tossed his arm around Derek's waist, scooting closer.

"It is," Derek announced easily, running his hand down the length of Stiles' arm to his hand, threading their fingers together as he pressed a kiss to the top of Stiles' head. Smiling contentedly, he leaned back against the plush cushions of the couch, running his thumb over Stiles' as he murmured, "Can't let anyone think I'm already married to my boyfriend. That'd spoil my proposal."

Three years later when Derek and Stiles actually got married, it made all the headlines again.

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