FIC: The Prince's Stray, fandom: TW (Stiles, Scott, pre-Sterek, PG)
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Title: The Prince's Stray
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters/Pairing(s): Stiles, Scott pre-Sterek
Rating: PG
Warnings: Un'beta'd, aU ABO world
Word Count: 908
AN: A challenge for gameofcards Team Clubs, challenge #2 Break the Ice
Strobe of lights bounced off the walls to cascade over the half naked bodies of various alphas, betas, and omegas as they withered sensuously together in a form of dance to the beat of pounding music while on the sidelines others clustered in groups, to watch. That’s where Stiles stood hidden in the shadows next to Scott. It didn’t matter how he tugged or wiggled in place, Scott seemed to be rooted in place. God help him, he loved Scott. He was a great alpha, a great friend, and brother. However as someone who was suppose to introduce him around, help him meet his soul mate, Scott sucked. They had been there for nearly a half hour, and still they hadn’t moved any further into the room then when they had first arrived. Stiles, was past ready and eager to throw himself into the group of omega dancers. However as a leashed omega all he could do was, wait until Scott, the alpha he had arrived with, allowed him to mingle and mix with everyone else.
“Come on Scott, you have to break the ice.”
“Me? Why?”
“Yes you, cause you’re the alpha, the one I came with, not to mention the prince. Besides I’m new to all of this.”
“Stiles…”
Stiles could see and hear the blatant nervousness in Scott’s voice. In fact, if he didn’t act fast he knew Scott would run home, dragging Stiles behind him. Long before the shy prince could make any introductions affording him any opportunities to meet an available alpha, or in this case one particular alpha Stiles had set his eyes on. Not that he had shared that tidbit with Scott. He had been too afraid Scott would have refused to bring him, or worse he might have had the alpha formally summoned to the palace. Although he wanted to win the alpha’s attention it had to be by the alpha’s own choice not because their Prince requested it. Here inside the club, Prince or no Prince each alpha had the freedom to engage with a beta or omega.
Stiles grabbed Scott’s hand then added his best puppy-dog face, imploring the young prince, “Come on Scotty… besides you promised me you’d introduce me around…”
“Stiles, I told you before I really don’t know anyone here…”
Stiles quickly interrupted, “You don’t have to know them they all know you. You’re the prince, a true alpha.” Stiles felt before he saw Scott cringe at his pronouncement. He knew his friend hated the title, yet he couldn’t let Scott’s self-consciousness ruin this. Tonight took too long to coordinate and make happen, and if the rumors he heard were true he had one shot to make all of his dreams come true. All he had to do was get Scott to corroborate by staying in the club and letting him mingle, in order to find his dreamboat. Even as he thought of him, Stiles scanned the room as he had done for the umpteenth time since they had arrived. Only this time he went ridged in shock when he actually spotted the alpha, the same alpha that’s occupied his thoughts for the last three weeks. He was stunning. A young, gorgeous alpha with piercing green eyes who went by the name of Derek Hale.
“Scott please….” Stiles tugged on Scott’s arm, his excitement returning when he felt Scott finally relent and move with him. Their progress was slow yet Stiles kept up the steady pressure on Scott’s arm as they weaved a path through the crowd toward the only man he wanted to see, Derek Hale. He had first seen Derek three weeks ago leaving his dad’s office. For a very brief moment as he passed they had locked eyes. From that moment, Stiles was besotted. Frozen unable to move, Stiles watched the man of his dreams walk out of his life before he could even utter out a hello. Devastated by the encounter, it had taken him time to figure out who the gorgeous hunk was, but in the end all of his investigation paid off and he not only had he gotten Derek’s name, but why he had seen dad in the first place along with what had brought from back to Beacon Hills.
“Stiles, wait…” Scott’s order barely registered, as Stiles felt himself being dragged back to Scott’s side.
Unable to hold back the wave the giddy nervousness of anticipation, Stiles raised his hand pointing at Derek who was busy taking to the tall guy who stood next to him. “Scott, come on we’re almost there. Don’t worry you’re just going to help break the ice.”
“Yeah, how am I going to do that, you know how bad I am…” Turning Stiles faced his friend and smiled. By Scott’s reaction he was coming on too strong, but he couldn’t help it, he was beyond elated ready to bounce off the walls over the idea of meeting Derek face to face.
Scott searched his face, and quietly asked, “It means that much to you?”
Stiles bounced in place, nodding enthusiastically.
Exasperated knowing he lost the fight long before the battle, Scott sighed. “Alright fine; where’s this Romeo you want so badly?”
Stiles pumped his fist, “YES! I promise you won’t regret it. You just break the ice by standing there, looking all princely, while I do all the talking.”
Scott chuckled, “Yeah you got that down. Let’s go sniff this alpha out.”
Title: The Prince's Stray
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters/Pairing(s): Stiles, Scott pre-Sterek
Rating: PG
Warnings: Un'beta'd, aU ABO world
Word Count: 908
AN: A challenge for gameofcards Team Clubs, challenge #2 Break the Ice
Strobe of lights bounced off the walls to cascade over the half naked bodies of various alphas, betas, and omegas as they withered sensuously together in a form of dance to the beat of pounding music while on the sidelines others clustered in groups, to watch. That’s where Stiles stood hidden in the shadows next to Scott. It didn’t matter how he tugged or wiggled in place, Scott seemed to be rooted in place. God help him, he loved Scott. He was a great alpha, a great friend, and brother. However as someone who was suppose to introduce him around, help him meet his soul mate, Scott sucked. They had been there for nearly a half hour, and still they hadn’t moved any further into the room then when they had first arrived. Stiles, was past ready and eager to throw himself into the group of omega dancers. However as a leashed omega all he could do was, wait until Scott, the alpha he had arrived with, allowed him to mingle and mix with everyone else.
“Come on Scott, you have to break the ice.”
“Me? Why?”
“Yes you, cause you’re the alpha, the one I came with, not to mention the prince. Besides I’m new to all of this.”
“Stiles…”
Stiles could see and hear the blatant nervousness in Scott’s voice. In fact, if he didn’t act fast he knew Scott would run home, dragging Stiles behind him. Long before the shy prince could make any introductions affording him any opportunities to meet an available alpha, or in this case one particular alpha Stiles had set his eyes on. Not that he had shared that tidbit with Scott. He had been too afraid Scott would have refused to bring him, or worse he might have had the alpha formally summoned to the palace. Although he wanted to win the alpha’s attention it had to be by the alpha’s own choice not because their Prince requested it. Here inside the club, Prince or no Prince each alpha had the freedom to engage with a beta or omega.
Stiles grabbed Scott’s hand then added his best puppy-dog face, imploring the young prince, “Come on Scotty… besides you promised me you’d introduce me around…”
“Stiles, I told you before I really don’t know anyone here…”
Stiles quickly interrupted, “You don’t have to know them they all know you. You’re the prince, a true alpha.” Stiles felt before he saw Scott cringe at his pronouncement. He knew his friend hated the title, yet he couldn’t let Scott’s self-consciousness ruin this. Tonight took too long to coordinate and make happen, and if the rumors he heard were true he had one shot to make all of his dreams come true. All he had to do was get Scott to corroborate by staying in the club and letting him mingle, in order to find his dreamboat. Even as he thought of him, Stiles scanned the room as he had done for the umpteenth time since they had arrived. Only this time he went ridged in shock when he actually spotted the alpha, the same alpha that’s occupied his thoughts for the last three weeks. He was stunning. A young, gorgeous alpha with piercing green eyes who went by the name of Derek Hale.
“Scott please….” Stiles tugged on Scott’s arm, his excitement returning when he felt Scott finally relent and move with him. Their progress was slow yet Stiles kept up the steady pressure on Scott’s arm as they weaved a path through the crowd toward the only man he wanted to see, Derek Hale. He had first seen Derek three weeks ago leaving his dad’s office. For a very brief moment as he passed they had locked eyes. From that moment, Stiles was besotted. Frozen unable to move, Stiles watched the man of his dreams walk out of his life before he could even utter out a hello. Devastated by the encounter, it had taken him time to figure out who the gorgeous hunk was, but in the end all of his investigation paid off and he not only had he gotten Derek’s name, but why he had seen dad in the first place along with what had brought from back to Beacon Hills.
“Stiles, wait…” Scott’s order barely registered, as Stiles felt himself being dragged back to Scott’s side.
Unable to hold back the wave the giddy nervousness of anticipation, Stiles raised his hand pointing at Derek who was busy taking to the tall guy who stood next to him. “Scott, come on we’re almost there. Don’t worry you’re just going to help break the ice.”
“Yeah, how am I going to do that, you know how bad I am…” Turning Stiles faced his friend and smiled. By Scott’s reaction he was coming on too strong, but he couldn’t help it, he was beyond elated ready to bounce off the walls over the idea of meeting Derek face to face.
Scott searched his face, and quietly asked, “It means that much to you?”
Stiles bounced in place, nodding enthusiastically.
Exasperated knowing he lost the fight long before the battle, Scott sighed. “Alright fine; where’s this Romeo you want so badly?”
Stiles pumped his fist, “YES! I promise you won’t regret it. You just break the ice by standing there, looking all princely, while I do all the talking.”
Scott chuckled, “Yeah you got that down. Let’s go sniff this alpha out.”