Teen Wolf Imagines and Oneshots

Stiles x Derek & Allison x Scott | Perfect Marriage (AU)

"You're what?!" Stiles gaped in shock.

"I said, you're getting married." John sighed against his hand. "It was in your Grandmothers will that you were to marry the daughter of an Argent-"

"I'm not getting married!" Stiles practically shrieked. He couldn't believe his ears. He knew that he was a nobleman who would one day get married to someone else in his status, but he at least wanted a choice in the matter.

"I'm sorry, Stiles. If I go against the contract both our families signed, I could be jailed. You're twenty five, single and have a respectable job. It's about time you get married."

"So you're just going to give me away? Like a piece of meat?!"

"Stiles, if I could break the contract, I would, but I can't. If I'm jailed, you could lose your job and I don't want you to spiral into poverty like a commoner."

"Scott's a commoner, what's so bad about that?" Stiles snapped. "They can't just chuck you in jail either. You're the Sheriff!"

"I can be replaced."

"No! No you can't. Everyone loves you, dad. We have to find a way out of this." Stiles paced, running a hand through his messy brown locks.

"Stiles, there is no way-"

"Give me the contract!" He yelled, stopping in his tracks at his fathers flinch. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry dad, I just...I can't." He sunk down to his knees, forehead pressed against his fathers knee. "I can't marry Allison or Kate Argent. It goes against my every moral. Allison's seeing Scott. They're in love, dad. I can't break that." He blinked back tears. "Kate's a bitch too. A crazy, psychotic bitch. I can't marry someone like that."

"I'm sorry, Stiles, I'm so sorry. I wish I could do something..." John was crying. Stiles could feel the tremors through out the elder man's body, the soft gasping breaths of despair. If Stiles married one of the Argent daughters, he'd have to live with them due to contract, in the next town over. Which meant Stiles would have to move to a different station for work. With John's job in Beacon Hills, he'd rarely see his son anymore.

"We'll figure it out, dad...We'll find a way, I swear."

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In the end, they didn't find a way to break the contract before Stiles was summoned to the Argent Manor. Once he told Scott, Scott said that he could marry Allison to save himself from Kate. Scott preferred it that way since they couldn't marry each other, so he'd rather Stiles marry her than some random nobleman.

Allison agreed to him having her hand, promising to remain friends through out the marriage. They even agreed that when they were pressured to have children, Scott would be the father.

Everything seemed stable at least, despite the dread Stiles felt at the thought of marrying someone he didn't love.

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The night of the wedding, all the noble families were invited to attend. Stiles was grateful to see his father after a long two months, hugging him tight. John was practically in tears at the whole situation, but he thanked Stiles for taking it all in stride.

That night, Stiles met the Hale family. They were a noble family who did business in trade. Stiles favourite member to meet was Derek Hale, the middle child of all his siblings. He had no real responsibilities since he was a middle child, only that he had to marry at some point. At the age of thirty, he still hadn't, despite his good looks.

It wasn't until after a copious amount of alcohol on both behalves, and Stiles loose mouth about his hatred of marriage that he realised why. Derek wasn't looking for a wife, but a man. The alcohol must given them both liquid courage, because as the ball came to a close, Stiles had practically snatched the Hale from the venue and into his bedroom. Well, his and Allison's. Oops.

Stiles didn't think he'd be a screamer, but he guessed wrong.

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"Stiles?"

"Yeah, Allison?"

"...Shall I invite Derek Hale over to the Manor again sometime?" Stiles could practically hear the playful smugness in her voice as he gaped.

"You-"

"Everything."

"...Yes please. I'll be sure to call the stable boy around sometime too." Allison flushed lightly at the mention of Scott. She turned to Stiles and grinned.

"I think this might just be a perfect marriage, Stiles Stilinski."

"I agree, Allison Argent."

Perfect marriage indeed.

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