[Witches. Stiles hated witches. They cackled loudly and smelled like manure. But, of course, they needed help and apparently witches were their last resort...which they were desperate enough to use, now.
Stiles wasn't supposed to be out there, but like hell was he letting Derek go alone. Scott was in the middle of another fight with the pack and everybody else had been ordered to stay behind...but Stiles didn't take orders well.
So here he was, trying not-so-subtly to sneak into the witches grounds only to find himself trapped in the middle of some enchanted circle with none other than Derek himself. Witches were circling them, going through some kind of incantation, and Stiles was suitably both irritated and worried by now.] Uh...what the hell are they doing?
sounds good to me!dickishNovember 23 2012, 23:58:42 UTC
[Derek wasn't a fan of witches either. There was a reason he tried to avoid them and all other supernatural things that weren't other werewolves. Hell, he even avoided some of his own kind. So, he definitely wasn't big on asking witches for help.
If it had to be done, though, he was going to be the one to do it. That was what he'd said. It was the reason everyone else was waiting for him to return.
Everyone but Stiles, it seemed. That much was obvious when Derek found himself stuck in the middle of a circle with him. And, while he wanted to grab Stiles and remind him that he'd told him to stay behind for a reason, he didn't have time for that. Not with the way the witches were chanting something at the two of them while they were stuck in the middle of the circle.] I don't speak whatever language that is, Stiles.
It kind of sounds like Latin? Crap. [He'd listened to Lydia chattering on about the Kanima excerpt from the Beastiary, and the chant kind of had the same cadence and syllables.] You've got me, man. No clue.
[The witches stopped and turned towards them, now, raising their hands up towards the sky and staring at them. Somehow, it didn't make Stiles feel any better.]
[He just shook his head at Stiles because he had no idea what it was. Latin was as good of a guess as anything.
And the sight of the witches all turning toward them, circled around them, was less than comforting. Derek was sure that even werewolves couldn't escape magic.
He was especially sure of that as the witches lowered their hands and a ring of what looked like gibberish glowed on the ground around them, growing bright enough that it left spots in Derek's sight when he blinked. Then, everything went back to normal.]
Um...that's it? No blood and dea-woah! [Stiles faltered a little, swaying where he stood. Something was...off. Definitely off. He could feel a...well, it almost felt like a gravitational pull...towards Derek, of all people. He couldn't help it when his arm pressed against Derek's automatically, skin suddenly crawling with something.] Uh oh.
[Now the witches were smiling, and Stiles took that as a Very Bad Sign. He glanced down, blinking in utter confusion when the ring on the ground was gone.] What the hell?
Oh shit. [Stiles could see, on his left hand, right on his ring finger - the symbols from the ground. In a ring around his finger. Let's upgrade that to Super Duper Not Good.]
What are you do-- [Derek didn't have the time to complain about Stiles moving against him because the same pull hit him and he had no control over the fact that they were basically stuck to each other. It was unnerving, considering the control he usually had over himself.
When the ring disappeared, Derek thought whatever they were doing was over. Nope. Wrong. The ring on Stiles' finger had him looking down at his own hands and, shockingly, there was a matching ring on his left hand's ring finger.
[Stiles found his hand, the left one, reaching down to twine their fingers together. He tried to stammer out an apology, but then his head was resting against Derek's chest with a muffled curse.
The witches seemed pleased with the results and murmured among themselves. What the hell had they done...and what did they seem to feel like they'd accomplished?]
[They were definitely screwed. Derek wasn't sure what was happening, but it was seemingly harmless and he highly doubted it was going to stay that way. He was half expecting Stiles to end up stabbing him in the side with some kind of magic sword.
That didn't come. What happened instead was that his free arm moved up to wrap around Stiles' back as they held hands and the other ended up pressed against him. He tried to pull back, but it didn't help. And the longer they were stuck there together, the worse Derek felt about what was happening.]
[That should keep them busy... Stiles could hear snippets of conversation, head jerking as he tried to stop it from tilting upward...nuzzling into Derek's jaw. Oh fucking hell. Until the human is ready...
And then Stiles was dragging his lips over Derek's adam's apple.] We've...got a problem...
[The same things reached his ears and it was worrying, at the very least. There were far too many things that popped into Derek's mind and all of them were killed off the second he felt Stiles' head move.
Fuck. He managed to tilt his head back just slightly before he felt it jerked to the side instead, allowing Stiles access to his throat as he felt his lips.] No kidding...
[His hand slid up Stiles' back to come to a stop at the back of his neck before his head suddenly straightened up.]
[Stiles pressed closer, chest to chest with Derek, and was pretty terrified when he found himself leaning up to kiss the wolf.
However, his body paused a hairsbreadth away from meeting Derek's lips, and the witches were silent. Double uh oh.
You may now kiss the groom. They started cackling, and Stiles had about a half a second to fully appreciate the cheeky, evil sense of humor before his lips were firmly, magically, attached to Derek's.]
[All Derek could do was stare as Stiles moved because he couldn't do anything to stop it. Nothing. He wanted to pull back or raise a hand to stick between their faces, but his body was frozen in place and he could feel Stiles' breath against his lips as he paused.
Then he heard those words and his eyes widened for a split second before the two of them were kissing and he was still powerless to stop it. All he could think was that witches had a fucked up sense of humor.]
[Stiles tries to dig his heels into the magic and literally makes no effort at all with the kiss, but his lips aren't really listening right now and they move languidly with Derek's, without his permission. This would almost be kind of really freaking funny, if Stiles weren't, A.) terrified of the ugly-ass witches that seemed to be getting their jollies before they killed them, or worse, and B.) worried about Derek clawing his face off as soon as they were released.
They broke apart, and Stiles moves in to hug Derek while the witches clapped, and seriously, now they were just rubbing it in. Collect the child later... Stiles is not liking the sound of that.]
What the hell. [His voice is muffled against Derek's chest, but it isn't until the witches disappeared into the forest that Stiles can manage to move away. They're still pressed up against each other, holding hands, but at least he can speak.] You've got some interesting friends, dude.
[There was an attempt to stop the kiss from happening, but it was pointless. And that irritated Derek to no end. He wouldn't take it out on Stiles, though. Stiles was just as trapped as he was and he knew that there was no way the other would willingly kiss him if he'd had a choice in the matter.
Once the kiss ended, Derek's arms wrapped around Stiles in a hug as well and his eyes slid sideways at the mention of a child.
Derek was silent once the witches disappeared from sight and he didn't speak until Stiles mentioned friends. At that, he snorted and tried to step back, only putting a minimal amount of space between them while their hands remained linked.] Those weren't my friends. I want to know what we did to piss them off, though.
I don't know if they are pissed. [Stiles takes a deep breath, trying to think through the panic that's starting to sink in.] Whatever the hell they just did to us seems to be going to some kind of plan.
Speaking of, [Stiles raised their interlocked hands, gesturing to the rings tattooed around their fingers.] What did they do to us?
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Stiles wasn't supposed to be out there, but like hell was he letting Derek go alone. Scott was in the middle of another fight with the pack and everybody else had been ordered to stay behind...but Stiles didn't take orders well.
So here he was, trying not-so-subtly to sneak into the witches grounds only to find himself trapped in the middle of some enchanted circle with none other than Derek himself. Witches were circling them, going through some kind of incantation, and Stiles was suitably both irritated and worried by now.] Uh...what the hell are they doing?
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If it had to be done, though, he was going to be the one to do it. That was what he'd said. It was the reason everyone else was waiting for him to return.
Everyone but Stiles, it seemed. That much was obvious when Derek found himself stuck in the middle of a circle with him. And, while he wanted to grab Stiles and remind him that he'd told him to stay behind for a reason, he didn't have time for that. Not with the way the witches were chanting something at the two of them while they were stuck in the middle of the circle.] I don't speak whatever language that is, Stiles.
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[The witches stopped and turned towards them, now, raising their hands up towards the sky and staring at them. Somehow, it didn't make Stiles feel any better.]
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And the sight of the witches all turning toward them, circled around them, was less than comforting. Derek was sure that even werewolves couldn't escape magic.
He was especially sure of that as the witches lowered their hands and a ring of what looked like gibberish glowed on the ground around them, growing bright enough that it left spots in Derek's sight when he blinked. Then, everything went back to normal.]
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[Now the witches were smiling, and Stiles took that as a Very Bad Sign. He glanced down, blinking in utter confusion when the ring on the ground was gone.] What the hell?
Oh shit. [Stiles could see, on his left hand, right on his ring finger - the symbols from the ground. In a ring around his finger. Let's upgrade that to Super Duper Not Good.]
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When the ring disappeared, Derek thought whatever they were doing was over. Nope. Wrong. The ring on Stiles' finger had him looking down at his own hands and, shockingly, there was a matching ring on his left hand's ring finger.
There was no way that was a good sign.]
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The witches seemed pleased with the results and murmured among themselves. What the hell had they done...and what did they seem to feel like they'd accomplished?]
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That didn't come. What happened instead was that his free arm moved up to wrap around Stiles' back as they held hands and the other ended up pressed against him. He tried to pull back, but it didn't help. And the longer they were stuck there together, the worse Derek felt about what was happening.]
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And then Stiles was dragging his lips over Derek's adam's apple.] We've...got a problem...
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Fuck. He managed to tilt his head back just slightly before he felt it jerked to the side instead, allowing Stiles access to his throat as he felt his lips.] No kidding...
[His hand slid up Stiles' back to come to a stop at the back of his neck before his head suddenly straightened up.]
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However, his body paused a hairsbreadth away from meeting Derek's lips, and the witches were silent. Double uh oh.
You may now kiss the groom. They started cackling, and Stiles had about a half a second to fully appreciate the cheeky, evil sense of humor before his lips were firmly, magically, attached to Derek's.]
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Then he heard those words and his eyes widened for a split second before the two of them were kissing and he was still powerless to stop it. All he could think was that witches had a fucked up sense of humor.]
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They broke apart, and Stiles moves in to hug Derek while the witches clapped, and seriously, now they were just rubbing it in. Collect the child later... Stiles is not liking the sound of that.]
What the hell. [His voice is muffled against Derek's chest, but it isn't until the witches disappeared into the forest that Stiles can manage to move away. They're still pressed up against each other, holding hands, but at least he can speak.] You've got some interesting friends, dude.
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Once the kiss ended, Derek's arms wrapped around Stiles in a hug as well and his eyes slid sideways at the mention of a child.
Derek was silent once the witches disappeared from sight and he didn't speak until Stiles mentioned friends. At that, he snorted and tried to step back, only putting a minimal amount of space between them while their hands remained linked.] Those weren't my friends. I want to know what we did to piss them off, though.
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Speaking of, [Stiles raised their interlocked hands, gesturing to the rings tattooed around their fingers.] What did they do to us?
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