Stiles grins, taking another sip of his Mai Tai, plucking the umbrella out and tucking it behind his ear playfully. It’s the perfect plan; one week of peace and quiet, no paparazzi, no boring lectures from his tutors, no government officials needing his princely opinion on anything, no team of ridiculously sensitive bodyguards shadowing his every move.
This faux kidnapping scheme is the best plan he’s ever come up with. Stiles was smart about it too, knowing the news would never reach his father because he would be terribly busy at the U.N. World Summit, and the security team would be too embarrassed to let him know that Stiles was “kidnapped” on their watch, and since the fake micro-terrorist group is sending them daily photos of Stiles unharmed and the promise of delivering him back before the king returns seems sound, they probably aren’t doing much to find him. The random money the security has sent so far has been rerouted and rerouted to Stiles’ private account and is currently funding his dream vacation.
Stiles watches the surf break on the sand, the pleasant buzz of alcohol settling around him.
He is a bit lonely, though. Stiles thought a solo vacation away from everyone would be amazing, and so far it kind of has, except he kind of misses one of his bodyguards, Derek. Oh man, what would Derek even do on a tropical island? It’d be hilarious to watch him scowl at the sun and then remind Stiles repeatedly to put on more sunscreen. Maybe Stiles could convince him to help… now there’s a nice image. Stiles can practically hear him now…
Okay, actually he must be more drunk than he thought because he thinks he actually hears Derek.
“Stiles! What do you think you’re doing?”
Stiles and Derek in the sneak peek for 4.06 “Orphaned”
“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis
STEREK AU | Derek and Stiles are supposed to be doing research but it’s not working out as they thought it would.
I can’t do this anymore,
I need my