Title: Better Left Unsaid
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: blood, violence, superpower, mute!Stiles, disjointed Stiles!POV
Summary: mute!Stiles AU Stiles has a special power. His voice makes people obey him. After realizing this power Stiles refuses to speak and is considered mute by the entire town. Derek begins to notice. Occurs during the end of season 1.
Prompt: From the Teen Wolf Kink Meme
AN:Much love to Charli for being such a sweet dear to me in my first entry into the sterek pack and to Kat for betaing this fic so swiftly and giving me lots of wonderful feedback.
Chapter 1: Nobody's Listening
Superpowers suck. Like completely suck. Suck sohard they should be called hoovers because of the veracity of suckitude.
Case in point: One Stiles Stilinski, average height, average hair color, average teammate. He was born with a gift. Some would say his crazy smartness was a gift, or maybe his ability to fly into the sun with a million different theories and thoughts about life, the universe, and why socks get lost in the laundry. No, these were not his gift. His gift was the ability to command. A natural dominant one might say. If they were stupid. And not living with the fucked up condition. No it sucked and Stiles would tell you.
Really.
He would tell you.
Right out loud.
Except if he told you then you would find out that simple words like 'you are a moron' would actually induce you into truly and fully believing you were a moron. He'd done it to Scott accidentally in the 3rd grade. He'd tried to fix it by telling Scott he wasn't 'that' dumb. And look at Scott now. Pathetically unaware of his dumbness.
Sucks.
So living for 8.. 9... lots of years without speaking has left Stiles with a few odd hang ups. Like people who don't listen. People don't listen to him all the time. It's simple. He has a dry-erase board and he had neat hand-writing. So what if his letters are really small and he fills up the entire board. He has a lot to say! Aaaand he's almost always right. People just aren't listening. Like Scott, who loses interest half way through reading. And Stiles is the one who has ADHD, duh! Or Lydia, who takes one look at the board and sneers, walking away with pretty little heels, clicking on the floor. Jackson's the worst. He loves to take Stiles' board- the only method of communication with the outside world- and write shit on it like 'PENIS' and 'FREAK' and TL;DR. And of course Stiles keeps his mouth shut. Because if he didn't...
Bad shit, okay? Just bad shit, that Stiles hates remembering.
But they don't listen. Getting back on the damned topic. They don't listen when Stiles summarized all the werewolf research for Scott, so he would know that the full moon was bad news. They don't listen when he texts Lydia to make sure she's safe at the dance. They don't listen when he needed help with a DYING Derek. Seriously Derek is the worst! There is absolutely no one he has ever wanted to shout his lungs out at more than Derek.
Derek, who slams him into walls. Who growls and snaps and demands he 'spit it out' already. Stiles would love to spit it out. He'd love to make the big bad terrifying wolf his bitch. He'd order Derek down on his knees. Bow Derek down. How awesome would that be? Then undress Derek. And then bend over. Stiles would... Stiles pressed his heel of the palm to his crotch, trying to keep the thoughts away because popping a boner in class was seriously not cool. Bad Stiles, no thinking about Derek. Derek is off-limits for the Stiles brain. He was in ... what did his book say? Chemistry. Think about Chemistry! He looked up and frowned. Wait- since when did Coach Flintstock teach Chem? Oh shit! Not Chem... wrong book. Damn, Derek was messing him up.
He was called on, of course. Only his grand smartness- and the fact that reading your econ chapter, while warming the bench in lacrosse was the only full-proof way of not having to do suicide runs every practice- saved Stiles from giving the wrong answer. Coach Flintstock was just as abusive to Stiles as everyone else, and he had to admit he appreciated it. Well... when it didn't benefit him that is. Being the poor, sad, mute kid meant none of his other teachers would even call out on him. It made researching things, like a big bad alpha hunting his best friend down, easier. It also led him to boredom. Which was bad. Really bad. Because he started worrying. About like, everything, and everyone. About the alpha. About Scott and Allison being totally obvious. About Jackson's evil eye over his last attempt to woo Lydia. About Derek, alone in the freaking forest. Seriously where did that guy even sleep? In the broke-down house? Or a hotel somewhere? Or like some penthouse... wait... there weren't any penthouse apartments in Beacon Hills. Seriously he needed to stop thinking so much. Where could a wolf even live without other wolves being able to find him?
The alpha was hunting Scott, and going to make him kill. Number one most likely victim, was Stiles. So if an Alpha smelled a certain way, wouldn't he track it back with him, into whatever place he called home? Wait... crap no. Derek said that the wolf form smelled different than the human form. But if the alpha killed, wouldn't the blood of the victim still be on his hands when they became human hands again? But if you don't know what scent to track, then you can't trace the blood. So maybe they needed a victim that one of the wolves knew the scent of and could follow. BRILLIANT!...
Crap, he just threw his hands up...
During Lunch...
"What the hell is wrong with you Stilinski?" Jackson growled.
Stiles ducked his head and gathered up his books. He gave Jackson the universal sign of fuck off, with his hand, and walked off. He had an Alpha to catch, Bitches!