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Title: An Heir for the Hales – Writer's Pride Month Bingo 2026
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, medieval royal AU, uncle/nephew incest
Main Pairing: Derek/Peter/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale, Malia Tate, Noah Stilinski, Kira Yukimura
Writer’s Pride Month Bingo 2026 Prompt: King/Queen
Summary: When the mated alpha pair of Kings Derek and Peter are looking for an omega, so they will be able to have heirs, Stiles offers himself. He’s wanted them for a while and thinks that being useful to them will be enough. He doesn’t know they have been obsessed with him for months.
An Heir for the Hales
Writer's Pride Month Bingo 2026
The first time Stiles laid eyes on the kings of the Nemeton Kingdom was a few weeks after he had first presented. He’d never forget the way they looked, next to each other on their thrones. King Derek was only a couple years older than Stiles, but with his cheeks dusted in a short beard, eyes sharp, he was the real picture of a king and an alpha. An Alpha too; a werewolf and leader of his pack. He was a lot. In a good way. And then Stiles saw King Peter, much older than Stiles, but as handsome and gorgeous as Derek, with piercing blue eyes, a goatee and an utterly charming smile. Stiles had never seen two alphas like them, radiating power and control so effortlessly.
Being freshly presented, he’d not been good at regulating the signals he gave off yet. His instinctual reaction to two incredibly alpha alphas like that had drawn the attention of some random entitled alpha who got horny over the scent of aroused omega. Only that Stiles had absolutely not been interested in the guy and told him as much in very uncertain terms.
Alas, ever since, this became a recurring problem. Stiles’ dad was influential enough, a lord ruling over a sizable county within the kingdom. Add to that the fact that male omegas were rare and Stiles had a line of interested suitors who had no interest in him as a person. No, to them omegas were best seen not heard, pretty little trophies to adorn their alpha’s arms. It got tired real quick.
The breaking point for Stiles came a nearly a year later. And maybe his temper was particularly testy because King Derek was visiting Beacon Hills. Stiles had seen the kings a handful of times in the months prior. His father, as a former high-ranking general with years of knowledge, was advising the kings on the war against the neighboring kingdom under King Gerard and Stiles had managed to sneak into some of those meetings, even got to give input to his dad, who passed it along. Every time the kings listened to advise that technically came from Stiles, Stiles preened.
Both Derek and Peter were not just nice to look at, powerful and intelligent, they had also praised his work – even if they didn’t know it was his – and on the rare occasions that they interacted with him, they’d always treated him with respect, which was sadly more than he could say about many of his supposed suitors. So he developed a crush. It was stupid and probably also kind of pathetic, definitely unrealistic, considering they were not just a happily mated pair but also the actual kings of their kingdom. Still, Derek’s visit made him feel all eager and excited. So when Kira informed him about yet another suitor, he was a little more agitated than normal. The omega inside didn’t want his desired alpha to overhear that other alphas were interested in him.
“I’m done,” Stiles announced irritated, in the middle of the hallway where Kira had found him. “No more suitors. No more courting gifts from lords at the edge of the kingdom and alphas who want me in their bed or hanging off their arms like a prized possession.”
He stormed off, angry and frustrated by all of this. Kira found him not long after, looking concerned as she sat down next to him on his bed. With a glower, he buried his face in his pillow. She reached out to pat his head, carding her fingers through his hair. The other omega’s presence calmed him a little. She’d been his attendant ever since he had presented as an omega and quickly became his best friend, as eager to learn and kind of chaotic – but in a much more charming manner than Stiles.
“You serious about it?” Kira asked softly.
“Yeah,” Stiles huffed. “It’s been like eight months of constant courting requests by alphas who either leer at me, or just think that I am an easy in with my dad. I’m tired. I’m just really tired.”
“And it has nothing to do with the king currently visiting?”
“A—absolutely not,” Stiles shot her a glare. “I’m not stupid, Kira. I know he’s the king and I’m just some kid of a lord not high born enough to even register. Never mind that he’s happily mated. No, this is not related to the king, I’m just tired of the song and dance that leads nowhere. If I meet a nice alpha who actually knows how to behave like a decent person? I’ll make an exception.”
But he wasn’t optimistic for it. Sighing, he rolled over and stared at the ceiling. He was done.
/break\
The first time Peter noticed Stiles, the boy had barely just presented. It had been one of the dull balls they were forced to host, inviting all the nearby lords, ladies and their families. Peter had thought the only bright spot that night would be Derek in his new suit. And that had certainly been a highlight – the black satin spanned just right over Derek’s chest, the silver embroidery and emerald adornments complimenting Derek’s eyes. Peter had been ready to drag his mate out of the room to have his way with his king and Alpha, pulling him along through one of the winding corridors out of the ball room when a commotion caught both their attention.
“Don’t touch me,” a young omega snarled.
“Don’t be so… delicate,” an alpha replied with a sneer. “Dance with me.”
“Absolutely not,” the omega looked the alpha up and down with so much judgment.
“What? You think you can do better than me? You’d be lucky to get a dance with me.”
“Guess I’ll be happily unlucky then,” the omega drew his knee up, very close to the alpha’s crotch. “And if you don’t back off now, I will also be very happy that you’ll be unlucky too.”
Peter raised his eyebrows and exchanged a look with Derek, who seemed as stunned as him. The two alphas had been more than ready to step in, they wouldn’t allow for anyone to take advantage of an omega in their castle. But this feisty omega knew how to help himself and Peter found that very intriguing. He was even more intrigued when he got a proper look at the beautiful omega once the other alpha had wisely backed of. Neither Peter nor Derek had a chance to speak to the strong-willed omega though, because another alpha approached from the ball room.
“Stiles,” Noah Stilinski Gajos frowned. “Everything alright, kiddo? I thought we agreed no hiding.”
“I’m not hiding. I’m… exploring, dad,” Stiles grinned. “How often does one get a chance to see the castle? Besides, the ball’s really boring.”
Both Peter and Derek, hidden out of sight from them both, recognized the man. Former General Noah Stilinski, who had married the Lady Claudia Gajos of Beacon Hills. Which made the beautiful and fierce omega the heir to a well-respected lord and war hero.
Despite his best attempts, Peter didn’t manage to speak to the omega that night. But he never forgot, or lost track of the boy. In the following months, he kept tabs on Beacon Hills, and on Stiles specifically. He heard about the brave omega who never backed down, not even when faced with alphas. That original spark or intrigue grew into a bit of an obsession. Derek watched, quietly, indulging Peter about it. Never prodding but also never telling Peter to drop it.
/break\
Derek hadn’t paid attention to omegas since he had been a rebellious fifteen year old. He’d been an angry and jealous brat, spitefully hating Corinne for reasons he couldn’t explain. Hating her for being with Peter, hated her because Peter had chosen her.
So Derek had started looking elsewhere. To lessen the ache, maybe also to spite Peter, as silly as that sounded to him now. Paige had been the omega heir to a wealthy family. He had truly fallen in love with her, the closer they grew. She was beautiful, dark hair and bright, brown eyes, moles and gentle smiles, yet always having sharp words and cutting through Derek’s nonsense. She had been fierce and beautiful. And he had lost her only months before their mating ceremony.
Years later, he learned that her death had been orchestrated by Kate Argent, who had planned to seduce the young prince to get close to the royal family. Mourning Paige, Derek became an easy target for Kate and she used him to lay the fire that burned the castle and Derek’s family. He had lost so much and sometimes, he still wondered how he had come back from it.
It happened between Paige and Kate, that Corinne had betrayed Peter, had tried to kill Malia before being run out of the kingdom, leaving Peter to pick up the pieces. Peter’s own distraction and focus on Malia had aided Kate just well, because it left Derek even more vulnerable. Now, Derek knew that was one of Peter’s greatest regrets, that he wished he could have been there, watched more closely, noticed what was going on. Derek didn’t fault Peter for prioritizing Malia. He loved her too, after all, maybe more like a younger sister than a stepdaughter, but still.
She was one of the few who had survived the devastating Hale Fire. Only Peter, Derek, Malia and Derek’s sisters Laura and Cora had survived. Derek’s parents, the former king and queen, had died, together with the majority of their family. Six years later, Kate came back and killed Laura herself. With that, the Alpha spark passed on to Derek, and so did the crown.
He’d been young, only twenty-one, lost so much already and was suddenly the king of the Nemeton Kingdom. Peter had been his pillar, his strength, and ultimately, his love. A childish teenage infatuation finally got to blossom into something real, something mutual, something that gave him what he needed to get through this hard time of rebuilding.
“What troubles you, love?” Peter’s voice was a soothing whisper.
He laid his arms around Derek’s shoulders from behind. Closing his eyes, Derek leaned back against his mate, inhaling his sharp cherry scent deep. He’d never wanted anything other than to be with Peter, had wanted it even before he understood what he was really feeling. Though it had been widely accepted when he chose Peter as his mate – the fact that he was Derek’s uncle barely raised any eyebrows, considering other royal matches, and Peter’s status as a highly respected general and war hero played in their favor too – there were voices growing louder now. The king needed an heir.
And though Malia was his stepdaughter, there was demand for a blood heir (Peter liked to helpfully provide that by being Derek’s cousin, Malia was technically also his blood. Derek always had to fight the urge to strangle his mate when he brought that up). Derek understood the concern, if he was being honest. The house of Hale had been prosperous and strong for centuries and now only four Hales remained. But both Peter and Derek were alphas. They couldn’t conceive a child with each other. Derek knew those who opposed Derek’s choice in mate fueled this demand and he knew that the growing unrest caused by the still ongoing war with the Argents’ kingdom also factored in.
“Love?” Peter’s fingers curling into Derek’s shirt. “Are you still with me?”
“Always,” Derek whispered, resting one hand atop Peter’s. “I’m just thinking about…”
Peter didn’t push. It was one of the things Derek loved about him. Oh, Peter could push, he was a true master of pushing people’s buttons and prodding until he got a rise out of them. But Peter knew Derek well enough to know when he shouldn’t push, when Derek needed the silence to consider his words. Tilting his head, Derek gently ran his nose along Peter’s cheek.
“The council is growing more insistent. They think that I need heirs, that the kingdom needs a queen. That I, that we, need an omega at our side.”
Peter hummed, a smirk curling on his lips. Derek heaved a sigh and got up so he could stand and face his mate directly. He knew Peter was scheming. He just didn’t know if he wanted to know the details. With Peter, it was always a coin toss and more often than not, his scheming led to murder.
“Darling, surely you know what I’m going to suggest,” Peter paused, his smirk widening. “Whom I’m going to suggest would be more accurate, I suppose.”
Derek narrowed his eyes at his uncle. “Peter-“
“You know the best way to appease them will be if we were to court an omega to add to our mate-bond,” Peter argued, knowing it was true. “And you know who the perfect omega would be for us.”
Grinding his teeth together, Derek took a slow, deep breath. He knew exactly who Peter was going to suggest, yes. Over the past year, Peter had grown more and more vocal and insistent on wanting the omega son of Lord Gajos. One night, about a year ago now, had left a lasting impression. Derek would be lying if he’d claim Peter was the only one that impression had been left on. Laying eyes on the boy for the first time had nearly taken Derek’s breath away. Those bright, brown eyes, the look on his face – not intimidated or afraid, easily holding his own against an alpha – his dark hair and fair skin, dotted with moles. He was stunningly beautiful.
Sadly, they didn’t manage to speak to the boy that night, somehow he continued to allude them. Though they learned his name and heritage. Stiles, son of Noah Stilinski Gajos. That was enough for Peter to keep tabs on him since then. Once Peter’s curiosity was piqued, the man was like a dog with a bone. A metaphor Peter deeply resented, for the obvious dog-joke. Yet it was too apt to deny, in Derek’s opinion. The more Peter learned, the more obsessed he grew. And every detail he learned, he also shared with Derek. Meanwhile, Derek had interacted with the omega’s father on various occasions over the past year – and Stiles had been present for many of them.
“He’s not interested in an alpha,” Derek muttered dejectedly.
“Because he hasn’t met the right alphas yet. We would treat him with the respect he deserves, give him a platform to show just how brilliant he is, without having to pass his ideas off as his father’s, put him in the war room where he belongs, instead of the kitchen and bedroom where these foolish alphas would like to keep him,” Peter paused and there was a hungry glint in his eyes. “Though I would like to have him in the bedroom too, of course.”
Derek grunted and elbowed his mate lightly. Not that he could seriously argue the point. Stiles was stunning, Derek would love to kiss him, every inch of his skin, see those pink lips red and swollen, see the flush of want grow darker while Derek would worship him-
“I can smell your agreement, love,” Peter’s voice dropped to a dark tone of desire. “You know I am right. He is the perfect omega for us and he would be more than well-suited to be our queen. Not a figure head to look pretty next to his kings, but an equal, smart and capable enough to lead our kingdom with us, Derek.”
Derek ground his teeth together. “He doesn’t want an alpha.”
It was the painful truth. Derek had overheard it nearly a year ago, when he was visiting Beacon Hills, he had heard one of the servers tell Stiles about another suitor and Stiles had shot that down hard, saying in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t interested in courting requests. It had been a disappointment, because at that point, Peter had riled him up enough that a certain eagerness had settled in Derek, that Derek himself had thought it a good idea for them to court Stiles. It had even been part of why he, as the king, had personally visited Beacon Hills, where usually one of his generals would have taken care of the matter. He’d meant to make a first courting offer to Stiles during that visit, but hearing that Stiles didn’t want to be courted had changed those plans.
Peter sighed in defeat, knowing when Derek was done. “Fine then. Let’s make an announcement. Let us be flooded by eligible omegas being offered like cattle by their familial alphas.”
Derek sneered at that and turned away from his uncle, knowing the truth of the statement. If they announced they were looking for an omega to join their relationship, then many alphas would push their omega children, whether they were interested or not. All Derek and Peter could do was rely on their intuition and their heightened werewolf senses to weed out the unwilling. And then to hope for someone who would fit with them. Though the expectations set by Stiles were impossibly high.
/break\
Stiles sat very quietly as he stared at the scroll. An invitation from the castle. King Derek and King Peter were hosting a ball. Not just any social event though. No, the two alphas were looking for an omega to join their mate-bond. They were looking for a queen.
“You’re not seriously thinking about this, are you, kiddo?”
Stiles looked up at his dad. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just reading it. Thoroughly.”
“For the past ten minutes?” Noah raised both his eyebrows. “It’s a very straightforward message and not that long either. You’re thinking about it.”
Making a face, Stiles leaned back in his chair. “Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know.”
Silence stretched on between them as his dad looked at him. Stiles averted his gaze first, looking the scroll over again. They were looking for a third. For an omega. Stiles was an omega.
“I could create real change in that position,” Stiles whispered.
“Of course you could. You’d overhaul the whole damn kingdom, son,” Noah chuckled, but his eyes were dim. “We both know that’s not why you’re considering it though.”
“Is it really that bad that I am considering throwing my head in as the potential mate to the… alphas I like?” Stiles asked, biting his cheek. “They’re looking for an omega. I am an omega.”
“They’re looking for an omega,” Noah said with emphasis. “They want a figure head for the kingdom, to appease the people who are unfavorable toward having two alpha rulers. They want an omega to carry their heirs. Aren’t these motivations the reason you stopped accepting courting requests? Because you wanted to be more than that?”
Stiles narrowed his eyes at his father, absolutely hating how right his dad was. Hating how well his dad knew him. He ground his teeth and tried to figure out how to get out of this one. It was different, when it were two alphas he wanted. Was kind of in love with.
“I can’t get over them,” Stiles admitted in the end, voice soft. “I… I keep trying. But every time I tag along to a visit to the castle with you and a catch a glimpse of Derek sparring with his knights, see Peter order around the knights… When I have the rare chance to speak to them, even if it’s just pleasantries, they’re always so… No alpha can compare to them, dad. I don’t think any alpha ever will. So what’s the point even? I could just… give up.”
“Give up?” Noah looked devastated. “Kiddo, you deserve to be loved. You’re still young.”
“I’m eighteen, dad,” Stiles snorted. “I’m short of being considered a spinster already. Omegas my age are usually already mated and knocked up. You know that.”
“Knowing that doesn’t make it right,” Noah pointed out.
Stiles just shrugged. They’d had that conversation a lot in the past already. It wasn’t right, of course it wasn’t. But omegas were much more fertile than betas, so they were a rarity, were valuable. Were mated off pretty much as soon as they presented. There was no need to reheat that conversation.
“They’re all I want, dad,” Stiles turned to look at him with hopeful eyes. “If that is all I can get from them, I’ll take it. I want it. I want them.”
“You deserve to be with someone who loves you,” Noah pressed displeased. “Not someone who can make good use of you. Please reconsider this, Stiles. Give it more time, you’ll find an alpha who will want you as much as you want them, and for the right reasons too.”
Stiles heaved a weary sigh. It wasn’t that simple. He couldn’t be that optimistic. Technically, he knew how young he was, how much time there was left. How many alphas were out there and that there maybe was someone who would treat him right, love him right, want him for him and not for the fact that he was an omega. But that just wasn’t a world he could see right now. All he saw were the weird, gross or inappropriate alphas, all he saw were the doors that got closed in his face.
This way, he would at least get to be with the alphas he wanted, even if it wasn’t the way he wanted it. And he would get a foot in the door, would be at the top of the country so he could change things. Could help. He may need to figure out a new way of sneaking his input into the conversations so it would be heard, but he was smart enough to get that done. He could do this.
/break\
Peter was bored out of his mind. He had known this ball would be dull, he had known that the majority of the omegas they were going to meet were going to be dull – to no fault of their own. Too many alphas didn’t think to give their omega children any education at all, only teaching them to look pretty and smile. Without an opportunity to learn and sharpen their minds, of course they would dull over the years. A dull mind was the last thing Peter wanted. He wanted someone who could keep up with his sharp wit, he wanted a mental sparring partner.
“Can you at least try and look like you are having a good time?” Derek requested lowly.
“I think he would need something harder than wine for that,” Cora muttered on Derek’s other side.
Peter chuckled at that and shot his niece a look. She wasn’t wrong. Malia beside Peter snorted softly, also knowing her cousin’s words to be true. The four of them sat together at an elevated table. There would be a feast first and later dancing. But first, all the guests were introduced one by one. Malia kept glaring at the empty plate, clearly eager for this part to be over.
“Introducing M… Mie… Mik… Mish…” Isaac made a very tormented face.
Someone snorted behind him and stepped up. “Mieczysław. Mieczysław Stilinski Gajos, only son of the late Lady Gajos and former General Stilinski. It’s okay, you can just say Stiles.”
Peter straightened in his seat his eyebrows raising high. Stiles was even more beautiful than the last time he got to see the omega. His hair was longer. Peter remembered the first time he’d seen the boy, his hair had been cut radically and unusually short. This suited him much better though. His features had sharpened too, his eyes still as bright and defiant as ever though. The omega sucked his lips in between his teeth, dragging it slowly and leaving the plum, rosy flesh darker and spit-wet. Peter wanted to drag him upstairs to their bedroom and keep him. Instead, Stiles took a slight bow and then stepped back in line, like every other omega so far.
“Why is he here?” Derek whispered, so low only the wolves next to him could hear.
Peter didn’t have an answer. According to Derek, Stiles had made it abundantly clear that he did not want an alpha. So why would he show up at this event? Peter’s eyes went over the crowd to find General Stilinski. Overall, Peter had a favorable opinion of the man. He’d been instrumental in fighting the Argents, a great strategic mind and an even better deductive mind. Peter had never seen the alpha mistreating Stiles and the boy didn’t seem afraid of his father either. Would he really force his son to be here? That wasn’t the impression Peter had gotten from the man.
Getting through the final introductions was torture when all Peter wanted was to pull Stiles aside and find out if he had been coerced to be here. As much as Peter wanted to sink his fangs into that pale, tempting neck to claim the boy as his own, he would never do so if Stiles didn’t want it. He knew Derek felt the same, especially with Stiles. They would never force themselves onto anyone, but Stiles? They wanted him so much, so deeply, it was unfathomable to even think that.
The introductions couldn’t be over fast enough and the feast after was dragging on in an agonizing way too. All throughout the meal, Peter couldn’t tear his eyes off of Stiles. The omega was talking to his father mostly, offering carefree smiles and small grins in a way that Peter hadn’t yet been privy to seeing. He was perfect, Peter needed to have him.
“If you stare any more obviously, you might burn a hole in his head,” Malia offered lowly.
Peter gave a small growl and ignored his daughter otherwise. What a rude child, who had raised her that way. It had probably been Peter’s mother, spoiling her too much in her formative years. A hand landed on his knee and he turned to look at his mate on his other side. Derek was also looking at Stiles, but his touch on Peter was a grounding, gentle presence. Peter took a deep breath. He was going to get through this dinner and then he was going to have the first dance with Stiles.
“Dibs,” Peter whispered in that moment.
Derek’s grip on Peter’s thigh tightened and there was a poke of claws. “Did you just…”
“Yes,” Peter nodded, a smirk spreading over his lips. “Mine.”
Derek snorted and shook his head but didn’t protest Peter’s claims. He had spent the past nearly two years now wanting. He’d spent months waiting not so patiently for Derek to come around on it and when his mate was finally ready to court the clever omega, Stiles had declared he was not interested in courting. This was what he had been waiting for, what he had been craving for so long.
As soon as the meal ended and the dance floor opened up, Peter cut a straight line toward Stiles, efficiently and elegantly dodging any of the other omegas or their parents, who tried to approach him to speak to him. He clearly caught Stiles by surprise, if the wide-eyed look he got when he appeared in front of the omega was anything to go by.
“Might I have this dance?”
Stiles actually looked around at that. “But nobody is dancing yet. You haven’t had the first dance.”
To humor him, Peter looked around too. “Yes. And I am asking you for that first dance.”
Stiles’ cheeks turned just the slighted bit pink at that and it pleased Peter immensely. Oh, he knew he was doing things in an untoward order. Technically, Peter and Derek were supposed to open the dance-floor with the first dance and then they were supposed to dance with each attending omega, in order of their introduction. Peter was cutting the line hard here. And he did not care.
Noah cleared his throat and shot him a look. “This is highly unusual, your highness.”
Peter merely offered a blinding smile in return before giving Stiles his undivided attention back, still holding a hand out. “Well? I’m not used to being kept waiting.”
“Yeah, that shows,” Stiles muttered beneath his breath.
The bluntness startled a laugh from Peter. It was that spirit that Peter felt so drawn to. He just knew that Stiles was perfect for them both, would be more than capable to cut through both their bullshit with ease. Reluctantly, Stiles took the offered hand. The room fell entirely quiet, until Peter cleared his throat and shot the musicians a look. A soft, slow melody started and Peter laid his free hand on Stiles’ hip, guiding him onto the dance-floor.
“You should watch out for your feet,” Stiles frowned at the floor before offering him a sheepish grin. “I have been accused of being uncoordinated in the past.”
“Don’t worry, darling, even if you do step on my toes, I have werewolf healing,” Peter assured him amused. “And a broken toe surely would be an acceptable price to pay for your company.”
Stiles ever so subtly sucked in a breath at that and his cheeks darkened just a little more. Making the boy blush was going to become Peter’s new favorite pastime and he couldn’t wait to see just how far the blush truly reached. There were a lot of things he couldn’t wait for.
/break\
They were mesmerizing together. Even if Derek wanted to dance with any of the omegas currently staring at him expectantly, he wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes off of Peter and Stiles long enough to do so. Both of them were wearing red, Peter a darker shade than Stiles, but they looked like they had dressed to match. Like they belonged together. The possessive wolf inside Derek relished that, was purring loudly at the indirect claim. His, both of them, belonging together, belonging to him.
Derek was the king, so nobody approached him on their own. The alphas were supposed to take the first step. As soon as the music started dying down, Derek took the first step – toward Peter and Stiles. The masses parted for him naturally, the authority he carried as the king and the Alpha did pay off sometimes. He came to a halt directly in front of them once they stopped dancing.
“Can I cut in and have the next dance?” Derek asked, trying for a charming smile.
He’d been told in the past that he had a ‘resting murder scowl face’ and that his ‘eyebrows were intimidating’. He did not want to intimidate the omega. It seemed he’d failed miserably at that, because Stiles was staring at him with the widest eyes possible.
“Sure, of course, I am so sorry,” Stiles stepped aside. “Though he asked me to dance!”
It took Derek a moment to realize that Stiles was apologizing for dancing with Peter. That the omega seemed to think that Derek meant to dance with his husband, and Stiles thought that Derek would be upset with him for dancing with Peter first. Yet that second part, how readily Stiles pushed Peter in front of the wagon, it made Derek laugh softly and shake his head before he stepped up to Stiles again, now that the boy had stepped away. Peter subtly took a step back, trying to help Derek emphasizing that Derek wanted to dance with Stiles.
“I’d like to dance with you,” Derek whispered gently, holding a hand out for Stiles. “Please.”
The omega’s eyes widened even more at that. Kings demanded, they didn’t say please. Derek was willing to plead on his knees with this boy. Stiles turned to look at Peter, just to make sure, and the alpha simply smiled at Stiles, looking utterly pleased with himself.
“Please, be my guest,” Peter motioned at Derek, like he was offering him to Stiles.
Only then did Stiles nod and accept the hand. The boy’s heart was racing jackrabbit fast as Derek pulled him close against his chest, a hand on Stiles’ lower back. The way the omega fit against him was just perfect. Derek could already imagine the way Stiles would fit between him and Peter. With them. He smiled down at the omega, getting lost in Stiles’ eyes. The moment was perfect, the way Stiles moved with him was perfect, everything about this was perfect. Stiles was perfect.
/break\
Stiles had no idea what was happening here. He’d been anxious the entire way to the castle and when the blonde guy had butchered his introduction, Stiles had been ready to die on the spot. But then the feast passed and the dance-floor was about to be opened. The kings were supposed to open the dance-floor with each other, but instead, for reasons completely beyond Stiles’ comprehension, did Peter come to Stiles and asked him for the first dance. And then, while Stiles was still kind of dizzy from the sensation of dancing with Peter, did Derek cut in and ask for the second dance. This felt just completely unreal, this couldn’t have actually happened.
While Peter had been charming and suave and somewhat snarky during their dance, Derek had presented his usual stoic front, quietly and intensely staring at Stiles the whole time. So Stiles had no idea what was going on there. Had Peter been teasing? Had Derek been angry about that?
Stiles went back to his seat from the feast to digest this after, watching how the dancing commenced after him and Derek left the dance-floor. Derek and Peter took the third dance and only then did other people also join the dance-floor, like the kings had baffled everyone, not just Stiles, with the stunt they’d pulled. And after, things progressed the way they should have. The kings danced with the present omegas one by one, in order of their arrival.
“I think I need some fresh air,” Stiles muttered softly when things settled down.
Once the kings had gone through the obligatory dance with every invited omega, when the festivity turned a little more relaxed. Stiles was still struggling with what his dances with the kings had meant. He went outside onto the balcony and took a couple deep breaths. It was already dark outside and slightly chilly. Shuddering, he rubbed his arms. A jacket was placed over his shoulders and he turned around to thank his dad, assuming the man had followed him. The smile froze on his lips when he looked directly into Derek’s hazel eyes.
“You seem cold,” Derek murmured. “Is this enough? I can get you something warmer.”
Stiles must have stepped into some fairy tale world or something because this was pretty much how the night should have gone if he’d made a wish with his fairy godmother. A hand rested on his lower back and when he turned into the other direction, Peter was standing by his side.
“It’s fine. I’m fine,” Stiles blinked a couple times. “What is going on here?”
“We’ll need you to be very honest with us here,” Peter looked unusually serious as he spoke and Stiles felt himself tense at that. “You won’t get into trouble for it, in fact, we will do anything in our power to protect you if that were the case. Are you here under duress?”
For a couple of minutes, Stiles just stared at the kings, unsure how to process this question. He came up blank though, having no idea what to do with that. Derek reached out to rest a hand on Stiles’ upper arm, drawing his attention. The king looked serious too.
“It’s okay, Stiles,” Derek whispered gently. “If your father forced you to be here, we will help.”
“What,” Stiles was even more lost now. “My dad’s never forced me to do anything, aside from like bedtime as a kid and even here he rarely succeeded. Seriously, what’s going on here?”
“A couple months ago, Derek here overheard you say that you won’t accept any courting offers from alphas anymore, so to see you here, at a mate match ball makes us think that you may not be here out of your own free will,” Peter explained, gently rubbing Stiles’ back.
Stiles nodded slowly. That made sense. Except for the part where Derek had overheard Stiles’ outburst to Kira, or would then tell Peter about that. Why would he tell Peter about that? Or even care to remember that? It had been months, after all. Stiles frowned at Derek.
“Why do you care?” Stiles asked bluntly. “I mean, at all, and also why would you remember that, or tell your mate about that?”
“I care because I would never accept an offer from someone who isn’t genuinely interested themselves,” Derek frowned at him. “And I remembered, I told Peter, because I, because we, it’s…”
Stiles raised both eyebrows, waiting for the king to form some actual sentences there. It made sense, that the wolves wouldn’t want an unwilling partner – many humans cared less about consent, but wolves, who could smell chemo-signals like panic, fear, disgust and all that, it might be even more a bother to them. But why would Derek care about Stiles, specifically.
“Did it not strike you as odd that Derek had come to visit Beacon Hills personally, when an adviser would have sufficed for the matter back then?”
“I mean, yeah weird. But he also really hates bureaucracy so I kinda assumed he was fleeing from some boring meetings and using this to hide out?” Stiles shrugged, looking from one alpha to the other. “What does that have to do with anything though?”
Much to his surprise did King Derek actually blush at that. A real blush and a sheepish look on his face. That was so cute. Stiles bit his lips, feeling a little like preening at having made the alpha blush, though he wasn’t entirely sure how he had done that. Or, still, what was happening here.
“I came in person because I had… I had planned on asking for your hand in courting. But before I had a chance to give you the courting gift Peter and I had chosen, I overheard you with the servant girl and I…” Derek made a face. “I would not push myself onto you, knowing you’re not interested in being courted by alphas. Which brings us back to tonight. We won’t accept an offering of you if it comes from your father or a place of… pressure, on you.”
Stiles just stared blankly at both kings. This couldn’t be happening. There was no way this was actually happening. But then they had just broken protocol by giving him the first and second dance, even before dancing with each other. Stiles’ eyes darted over to Peter, confused. The alpha smiled at him and reached up to cup Stiles’ face. Following instinct, Stiles nuzzled into it.
“Oh, darling, I have been smitten with you since the day I saw you threaten that handsy alpha at our ball. We were about to step in, but you had that situation wonderfully handled.”
Stiles blinked surprised at that. “But that was… But… What.”
“You’re fierce and headstrong,” Derek said it like that was a good thing.
No alpha had ever said that like it was a good thing. It was usually meant as an insult.
“You’re clever,” Peter added on, crowding a little into Stiles’ space, his eyes seeming to have a red rim around the irises like the Alpha was coming through. “Don’t think we don’t know how many of your father’s suggestions really come from you, sweetheart. We, and I don’t just mean Derek and I, I mean our kingdom, would benefit from having you on the throne, ruling with us, being present in the room and making the important decisions.”
Stiles’ heart-rate picked up at those words. They wanted him. Not just as an omega, not just as a means to an end to get an heir. They wanted him for him. And they wanted him to rule beside them. Furrowing his brows, Stiles looked between Derek and Peter again.
“You… wanted to court me?” Stiles asked, looking at Derek now. “When you came over?”
“Yes,” Derek held his gaze with soft eyes. “Peter and I had been talking about it for months and every time we interacted, I wanted you more. I thought you deserved to have the courting offer made in person and not sent by a servant. I didn’t want to push your boundaries. I still don’t. So, please. Tell us why you are here today. If your father-”
“Stop saying that,” Stiles huffed a little. “Dad actively tried to stop me from coming here because he thinks it’s an awful idea. That I should wait for true love to come knocking at my door, instead of settling for two alphas who’ll only want me to get an heir out of it-”
Derek opened his mouth like he wanted to protest and Peter was frowning and stepping up too. Stiles lifted up one hand, to stop them both from interrupting him. He looked at them pointedly and it somehow shut them up. He shut the kings of their country down with one look. Holy shit. That was kind of a power high that he would have to sit with for a moment too.
“-but I told him that I wanted to do it anyway,” Stiles continued after a moment. “Because I have been falling in love with you both for months now and I figured that… that getting this would be better than not getting anything at all.”
“You…” Peter drawled slowly, his eyebrows raised high. “With us?”
“But the thing you said,” Derek argued. “About not wanting an alpha.”
“Because I was already in love with you!” Stiles exclaimed, flustering a little. “And you were visiting, you were right there and Kira was talking about random alphas wanting to court me! I got stressed and irritated by that because I didn’t want the alpha I liked to overhear that other alphas wanted me and I told her no more because of that. Because I don’t want any other alphas aside from you two. I didn’t… I couldn’t have known that you would even consider me! If I had known that was why you were there, I would have loudly proclaimed ‘Yes, hot, stoic alphas should absolutely shower me in courting gifts and declare their undying love to me right now!’, but I didn’t know!”
Groaning softly, Stiles covered his face with his hands. How had this gone so wrong? When he looked up again, Derek was gone. His heart sank a little. Had that been too much? But Peter was still there and he pulled Stiles close against himself, cupping his face. When Derek returned, his arms were full of boxes and wrapped things. Stiles blinked confused.
“The courting gifts. They have… accumulated over the months,” Derek admitted. “I am here to shower you in courting gifts and declare my undying love to you. Right now.”
“If you’ll have us, we would love to court you, sweetheart,” Peter added. “Because we love you.”
Stiles swallowed hard and leaned against them both, a broad smile spreading over his lips.
~*~ The End ~*~