fic where derek gets hit by a spell and has to obey whatever command given and everyone freaks out at 1st ‘omg what if someone tells him to kill himself’ but then boyd says ‘breakdance’ isaac chimes in ‘drop it real low’ and then TWERKING
…AND STILES’S JAW SLOWLY DROPS OPEN AS HE IMAGINES THE 1000000000000 THINGS HE CAN GET DEREK TO DO
BUT WON’T BECAUSE CONSENT BUT STILL
EITHER WAY THIS PLOT BUNNY IS AWESOME AND TELL ME YOU’RE GOING TO WRITE IT
The pack is all standing quietly, and Stiles is sneaking worried looks at Derek’s stoic face as they all try to process the news.
"How long will this last?" Scott demands.
"It’s a difficult spell," Deaton responds, "But I’m certain Derek has the inner strength to break it."
"This is horrible," Lydia exclaims. "What if the witches command him to hurt himself? Or someone else?"
Derek crosses his arms and grits his teeth, and a grim silence falls in the room.
"I’m sure Derek will be able to break the curse before then. Try giving him a simple commands and eventually he’ll build up enough strength to resist them and end up breaking the curse," Deaton suggests.
The pack looks at each other nervously, none of them willing to command Derek to do anything.
The awkward silence is suddenly broken when Boyd bursts out, “Derek. Breakdance.” Boyd shrugs in response to the multiple looks he gets from the other pack members but says simply, “What. It’s not dangerous to anyone.”
Meanwhile Derek has suddenly dropped to the floor of the clinic and is dancing, a series of strange and fluid rhythmic motion, gyrating and shifting to inaudible music. Stiles’ throat goes dry, watching Derek undulate as the rest of the pack erupts in laughter and catcalls, cheering Derek on.
"Drop it down real low," Isaac calls out, as Scott is clapping out a beat.
And Derek does, arching his back and popping his ass out, and he’s twerking, of all the ridiculous things. If Stiles had appreciated Derek’s ass in the every so brief moments he’s checked that backside out, it’s nothing to this, when it’s on full display, shaking in all it’s glory. It’s obscene, really, and the rest of the pack howls in laughter, joining in an impromptu dance party, Erica shaking her hips outrageously, Scott spinning Allison around, Isaac bouncing in enthusiasm around Boyd, who is calmly bopping his head to the imaginary beat.
Stiles’ can’t take his eyes off Derek, whose face still bears a confused look as he dances with the pack when Scott happily declares, “Dance with us, Derek!”
Stiles gets pulled into the mess when Scott notices he’s sitting shiftily by himself, and then suddenly he’s up against the solid mass that is Derek, shaking his hips sexily.
Isaac pushes Stiles forward and winks at him when Stiles falls into Derek’s arms, and he is incredibly close and moving like that Stiles can’t help but be aroused but it’s so wrong, because Derek’s face is all sorts of confusion because he’s being compelled to dance like this.
Erica is suddenly cooing at his side and saying, “You should kiss Stiles, Derek,” and Stiles freezes, because that is so not fair, everybody knowing about his crush and he absolutely does not want it like this.
Derek has stopped dancing and is staring resolutely at Stiles. He’s not completely frozen, and his arms are twitching at his side.
"Erica!" Stiles hisses.
"What?" Erica says.
Everyone has stopped dancing now, the moment of hilarity and spontaneity over. Derek is still twitching, and he grits his jaw and suddenly his eyes flash, and then his whole body relaxes.
"Whoa, what was that?" Scott exclaims. "Did you…?"
"Do the robot, Derek," Isaac suggests, and Derek glares at him and punches Isaac in the shoulder.
There’s some cheering and celebration that Derek has broken the curse, but Stiles is a little bitter that Derek only found the willpower to break the curse because he didn’t want to kiss Stiles.
They’re leaving the clinic, and Stiles is the last one out the door. Derek stops him suddenly.
"That wasn’t cool of Erica, what she said, to try to get me to…" Derek starts gruffly.
Stiles laughs weakly. “It’s cool, I mean that was the straw that broke the camel’s back, so it’s a good thing, right? Way to go, Stiles! My repulsiveness saves the day!”
Derek frowns. “It’s not that…I don’t… I mean, I just didn’t want to force you into it.”
And holy shit, is Derek blushing? Stiles runs his hand through his hair and sure enough, there is a faint tinge of embarrassment creeping across Derek’s face. “You mean, you…actually…”
There’s a slight movement of eyebrows and a look glancing down and Stiles is certain of his catalog of Derek expressions that it’s a definite yes. Stiles launches himself at Derek in a flurry of excitement and kisses him, and after a moment of surprise Derek pulls him in and kisses him right back.
From the parking lot Scott is staring back at them with a confused expression. “Guys? Er…I thought we broke the curse?”
Stiles gives him the middle finger and continues kissing Derek.