I Do, But I Don't - Sterek (Teen Wolf)
Title: I Do, But I Don't
Pairing: Stiles/Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Prompt: Forced Marriage
Summary: The patriarch of a new pack in Beacon Hills forces Derek to marry his daughter by threatening Stiles...what he doesn't realize is just how far Derek is willing to go to protect his pack. Stiles included.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters!
Author's Note: This is an entry from my Hurt/Comfort Bingo Card.
“Just say ‘I Do’,” the man hissed, his claws digging into Stiles’ skin, puncturing the flesh and drawing trace amounts of blood from his throat. Stiles gulped, trying to remain calm as he was held in place, watching Derek facing a girl, the alpha of another pack. “Just say those words, marry my daughter, unite your two packs, and I let your friend live.”
“P-please,” Stiles begged, looking at Derek. He didn’t want Derek to marry someone else, he didn’t want Derek to have to do this, but if this marriage was the only way that he was going to get to live, he wasn’t going to be too brave to beg Derek to go through with it.
It had only been a few days since this pack had come to town, crazy with the desire to join with Derek’s, and when Derek had refused, they had taken Stiles, used him as bargaining chip to get Derek to not only join their pack, but to marry into it.
“How do I know that when I say it, you’re not going to rip his throat out anyways?” Derek hissed, looking over at the man and trembling captive.
“Well you just have to trust our word,” he stated. “Hear my heartbeat, am I lying?”
Derek tried to listen to, but all he could hear was the racing of Stiles’ heart, how scared the boy was. All he could see was the combined look of terror and pleading in his eyes, and he knew that he had to do this. He could act as big and strong and careless as he wanted, but when a wolf had his claws just centimeters away from the throat of the boy he loved, he knew there was no way out.
“I do,” he growled, looking at the woman, who returned the words. Rings were exchanged, the vow was done. Derek Hale was a married man. “Now let him go,” he stated.
“We’re taking him with us, for now,” the man stated. “Can’t have you backing out of this marriage just because we let your little friend go. Come on.” He turned, dragging Stiles out with him to the car. He threw the boy in the trunk and drove off.
“You bitch,” Derek turned to face the girl, Chloe, she was called. “How could you let this happen?”
“The packs are joined now,” she said with a smirk. “Just think of how strong we’ll be together.”
“I’m not joining you,” he hissed.
“You have to,” she stated. “We’ve got your friend, and it’s no use pretending you don’t care about him, because I saw the way you looked at him, I know you’re in love, which makes him as a bargaining chip that much more powerful.”
“You’ve made a grave mistake,” he stated, shaking his head. “You don’t threaten the people that I love.” He slammed her against the wall, an immense amount of strength coming from how angry he was that she had done this him. She fell unconscious, and he Derek lifted her up, running with her. Back at the Hale mansion, he injected her with wolfsbane to keep her week, and took her phone, calling her father.
“Everything alright, Chloe?” he asked.
“This is Derek,” he snarled. “I suggest you come meet up with me - and bring my friend. Alive.”
“Now why would I do that?”
“Because I got the drop on your daughter,” he snarled. “And I’m going to kill her if you don’t give me back Stiles.”
There was hesitation on the other line, and clearly, this was something that the man had not seen coming.
“Fine, when and where?”
“Under the creek bridge in 30 minutes. Come alone, just you and him,” he stated. “And put him on the phone so that I know he’s okay.”
“Fine.” The phone passed, and a second later, Stiles came on the line.
“Derek?” Derek only said one thing.
“Hang in there, baby, I’m coming for you,” before he hung up, letting the line go dead.
Derek shoved his captive into the backseat of his car and drove to the bridge, waiting there with the weak werewolf for Stiles to show up.
“Hello,” the man dragged Stiles, his wrists bound in front of him, from the passenger’s seat. He was beaten and his clothes were torn, but he was alive. “Give her here.”
“Fine.” Derek pulled Chloe from the car, letting her fall to the cement. She crawled over towards her father as the man shoved Stiles into Derek’s chest.
“Don’t mess with my fucking pack,” Derek stated. “Ever.”
“He’s not a part of your pack,” the man stated. “He’s just a weak, pathetic human.”
“Don’t you EVER say that bout him again.” Derek ran at the man, pushing him away from his daughter, and backing him against the car. “Stiles is every bit as much of my pack as any of the wolves. If you lay a hand on him, or ANY of my pack members again, I’ll run you of town.”
With that Derek, grabbed Stiles, slashed the ropes binding his wrists, and threw him into the car, driving off, away from the crazed alpha and her even crazier father.
“Are you alright?” Derek asked, turning to look at Stiles.
“I will be.” Stiles reached out, putting his hand on Derek’s knee. “Did you really mean what you said?” he asked. “That I’m a part of your pack?”
“Of course.” Derek reached down with one hand, placing it gently over Stiles’. “No matter what anyone says, you’re always going to be the most important part of my pack.”
Pairing: Stiles/Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Prompt: Forced Marriage
Summary: The patriarch of a new pack in Beacon Hills forces Derek to marry his daughter by threatening Stiles...what he doesn't realize is just how far Derek is willing to go to protect his pack. Stiles included.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters!
Author's Note: This is an entry from my Hurt/Comfort Bingo Card.
“Just say ‘I Do’,” the man hissed, his claws digging into Stiles’ skin, puncturing the flesh and drawing trace amounts of blood from his throat. Stiles gulped, trying to remain calm as he was held in place, watching Derek facing a girl, the alpha of another pack. “Just say those words, marry my daughter, unite your two packs, and I let your friend live.”
“P-please,” Stiles begged, looking at Derek. He didn’t want Derek to marry someone else, he didn’t want Derek to have to do this, but if this marriage was the only way that he was going to get to live, he wasn’t going to be too brave to beg Derek to go through with it.
It had only been a few days since this pack had come to town, crazy with the desire to join with Derek’s, and when Derek had refused, they had taken Stiles, used him as bargaining chip to get Derek to not only join their pack, but to marry into it.
“How do I know that when I say it, you’re not going to rip his throat out anyways?” Derek hissed, looking over at the man and trembling captive.
“Well you just have to trust our word,” he stated. “Hear my heartbeat, am I lying?”
Derek tried to listen to, but all he could hear was the racing of Stiles’ heart, how scared the boy was. All he could see was the combined look of terror and pleading in his eyes, and he knew that he had to do this. He could act as big and strong and careless as he wanted, but when a wolf had his claws just centimeters away from the throat of the boy he loved, he knew there was no way out.
“I do,” he growled, looking at the woman, who returned the words. Rings were exchanged, the vow was done. Derek Hale was a married man. “Now let him go,” he stated.
“We’re taking him with us, for now,” the man stated. “Can’t have you backing out of this marriage just because we let your little friend go. Come on.” He turned, dragging Stiles out with him to the car. He threw the boy in the trunk and drove off.
“You bitch,” Derek turned to face the girl, Chloe, she was called. “How could you let this happen?”
“The packs are joined now,” she said with a smirk. “Just think of how strong we’ll be together.”
“I’m not joining you,” he hissed.
“You have to,” she stated. “We’ve got your friend, and it’s no use pretending you don’t care about him, because I saw the way you looked at him, I know you’re in love, which makes him as a bargaining chip that much more powerful.”
“You’ve made a grave mistake,” he stated, shaking his head. “You don’t threaten the people that I love.” He slammed her against the wall, an immense amount of strength coming from how angry he was that she had done this him. She fell unconscious, and he Derek lifted her up, running with her. Back at the Hale mansion, he injected her with wolfsbane to keep her week, and took her phone, calling her father.
“Everything alright, Chloe?” he asked.
“This is Derek,” he snarled. “I suggest you come meet up with me - and bring my friend. Alive.”
“Now why would I do that?”
“Because I got the drop on your daughter,” he snarled. “And I’m going to kill her if you don’t give me back Stiles.”
There was hesitation on the other line, and clearly, this was something that the man had not seen coming.
“Fine, when and where?”
“Under the creek bridge in 30 minutes. Come alone, just you and him,” he stated. “And put him on the phone so that I know he’s okay.”
“Fine.” The phone passed, and a second later, Stiles came on the line.
“Derek?” Derek only said one thing.
“Hang in there, baby, I’m coming for you,” before he hung up, letting the line go dead.
Derek shoved his captive into the backseat of his car and drove to the bridge, waiting there with the weak werewolf for Stiles to show up.
“Hello,” the man dragged Stiles, his wrists bound in front of him, from the passenger’s seat. He was beaten and his clothes were torn, but he was alive. “Give her here.”
“Fine.” Derek pulled Chloe from the car, letting her fall to the cement. She crawled over towards her father as the man shoved Stiles into Derek’s chest.
“Don’t mess with my fucking pack,” Derek stated. “Ever.”
“He’s not a part of your pack,” the man stated. “He’s just a weak, pathetic human.”
“Don’t you EVER say that bout him again.” Derek ran at the man, pushing him away from his daughter, and backing him against the car. “Stiles is every bit as much of my pack as any of the wolves. If you lay a hand on him, or ANY of my pack members again, I’ll run you of town.”
With that Derek, grabbed Stiles, slashed the ropes binding his wrists, and threw him into the car, driving off, away from the crazed alpha and her even crazier father.
“Are you alright?” Derek asked, turning to look at Stiles.
“I will be.” Stiles reached out, putting his hand on Derek’s knee. “Did you really mean what you said?” he asked. “That I’m a part of your pack?”
“Of course.” Derek reached down with one hand, placing it gently over Stiles’. “No matter what anyone says, you’re always going to be the most important part of my pack.”