Title: Unrealized Pairing: Sterek, with a handful of others (both male and female) kissing Stiles WC: 2977 Summary: You know how they always say, “Be careful of what you wish for?” Yeah, in Beacon Hills you need to be a lot more careful than most.
Or, that time when half of Stiles’ friends start kissing him, and really, what the actual fuck?
For @eeyore9990, who requested Steter, Sterek, Stydia, or Stallison first kiss. Or just anyone kissing Stiles. Well darling, I hope I delivered. 🙂
He knows something’s up when Danny kisses him, because he’s self-aware, okay?
“Hey, Danny Boy, I have a very legitimate, totally-not-illegal use for those magical fingers of your-mpff.” He’s entirely unprepared for the devastating smile Danny levels at him before sliding into his space, dropping a hand to one hip and his lips to Stiles’, which are gaping like a fish. It doesn’t take Stiles long to decide that he much prefers to go with the flow rather than try to figure out what the fuck, because seriously, what the fuck?
When Danny pulls back the smile is still there, albeit with more of a self-satisfied bent to it. “I probably have a better use for my fingers than the one you have in mind,” he murmurs with a wink, and Stiles figures now is probably a good time to try to figure out what the fuck.
“You know what, I remembered I need to meet my dad at the station,” Stiles says, a touch of apology in his tone to lend credence to the lie. He finger-guns Danny and winks back, though he knows his own is probably more maniacal than suave. “Hold that thought, okay?”
He fast-walks away from Danny, backward so he can keep his suspicious eyes on him, and as soon as Danny’s out of sight, he’s fumbling for his phone and dialing. “Scotty, what the fuck?”
Post Season 3b. This is probably not at all what you guys were angling for with that prompt, I’m so sorry. I just thought I’d try going somewhere a little different with it than where that line would usually lead. Hope you like it anyway ❤
The curse is as unexpected as it is unexpectedly cruel.
“Can it be undone?” Stiles asks Deaton desperately, the moment the dust settles and the bad guys are defeated.
“No. But it can be broken.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It can’t be reversed. What’s done is done. But every lock has a key. The trick, of course, is identifying what very specific key will work in this very specific lock.”
So basically he’s fucked.
Everyone around him seems to assume that the spell backfired when the darach cast it, that it ended up reversed. But Stiles is pretty sure that the bastard did exactly what he set out to do. He gave Stiles the one power that some dark, secret part of him always wanted, but that the rest of him always knew would ruin him if he possessed it.
From the moment the curse hits him, and forever afterwards, if Stiles tells someone what to do, they have to do it.
For someone who had their body and free will taken away from them by a demon fox for the better part of last year, it’s a horrifying thought that he could so casually do the same to someone else.
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