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Derek stands in the middle of their room, arms crossed and expression displeased, glaring at his boyfriend of only a few months.
Stiles is also looking very serious, but the effect is marred a bit by the grin that he keeps having to bite back.
“I just want to say, in my defense, I did not think that anything like this was going to happen and that all repercussions would happen to me, not you.”
“They’re pixies, Stiles. Normal rules do not apply to them.”
Stiles nods, his hands coming up to his face to help in the fight against his growing smile, a cough that sounds suspiciously like a giggle slipping out before he begins to speak again.
“Be it as that may, I have spoken to the Queen and she is dealing with the troublemaker as we speak. However, in order to not show favoritism, or that she is siding with the ‘wolves over her own people, she said that this little spell is going to have to wear off on its own.”
Derek’s stance lessens now that he knows this isn’t going to be permanent. “And do we have any idea on when that might be?”
Stiles winces, which causes Derek to close his eyes before the other man even opens his mouth. “Not until after the next full moon.”
“Stiles!” He is not whining; that was an enraged shout, not a whine, no matter that another one of those coughs come after it. “What am I supposed to do with this until then?? I look like one of those characters from that damn cartoon you watch!”
Derek gestures at his head, which seems to be the breaking point for Stiles’ laughter, the young man spending several minutes in unrestrained glee, making Derek worry about his breathing for a little bit at the end there before he pulls himself together.
“Okay, first of all, it’s an anime, not a cartoon. Secondly, do you really think the rest of the Pack is any better off? Scott is unable to speak without upchucking all manner of amphibians, Danny is only speaking in rhyme, Erica looks like someone got her with the virus from The Sword in the Stone that Merlin turns into, Boyd has these huge monstrosities for his hands, Isaac sounds like he swallowed a warehouse full of helium, Jackson can only talk backwards, and even Allison is having a hard time standing still with the way her feet keep kicking out at everything! I only don’t know what’s wrong with Lydia because she’s hiding!”
Shaking his head, Derek feels a little better about his own situation after hearing about the rest of the troubles that befell the Pack. “How the hell did you manage to walk away unscathed?”
“I already told you, big guy. The Queen likes me.”
Derek growls at that, which just makes Stiles giggle. “It’s a little hard to take you seriously when all of the hair on your head is brighter than cotton candy, Sourwolf.”
“I’ll show you serious...” Derek rumbles, causing Stiles to let out a yelp as he begins chasing the younger man up the stairs to their room.