Word: Tarantism
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Stiles was pretty sure this wasn't his fault. He was just reading through one of the books he'd stolen borrowed from Deaton, and it just so happened that he processed information faster if he heard it (his teachers didn't like him talking in class in general, hence his numerous highlighters for visual cues instead). Stiles was reading the book out loud when Derek had jumped through the window and scared the hell out of him, so Stiles' attention went straight from the spell to Derek. Which explains why Derek was dancing, and how it wasn't Stiles' fault at all. Even if Derek's expression said otherwise.
"Dude, what did you do to Derek?" Scott asked, entering in through the window a minute later.
"Why are you coming in through my window? Both of you? My dad knows now, y'know, and you'd look a lot less suspicious if you actually entered via a door every now and then," Stiles muttered.
"I forgot and just followed Derek. Seriously, Stiles. Derek is dancing."
"Tarantism spell: dancing not spiders," he added at Scott's confused look. "I thought it was only meant to work if there was music playing," Stiles mused, looking back to the book.
"Your neighbour has her stereo playing and I can hear it pretty clearly. Uh, any chance you can take the spell off him?" Scott added, feeling bad for his beta.
"Not until he stops looking like he's going to murder me."
"Derek always looks like that, dude. Don't glare at me, Derek, you do!"
"Nah, it's gone down to about 60-40. Jury's still out on which number is for which look though," Stiles added, grinning. "Hmm, got it. Hold still if you can, Derek."
A few minutes later, Derek stopped dancing and gave a sigh of relief.
"Thank you," he said, a little roughly.
"No problem, Der-bear. Although, you've got some serious moves; you should think about entering the town's next Twinkle Toes competition," Stiles said, calling the last part when Derek rolled his eyes and left the room before he finished talking. (At least he used the door this time.)
"Dude, how are you so calm? I thought you'd be cashing in on this for all it's worth!" Scott hissed, incredulous at his best friend's sudden restraint.
Stiles just smirked and pointed up to the camera that was still installed in the corner of his bedroom. "It was all being taped. Now, help me find the entry form for the Twinkle Toes competition. We're signing Derek up, and you're making him compete as his Alpha."
Derek won to the surprise of everyone, and Stiles didn't even use a spell.
Stiles plastered the loft with photos of Derek accepting his trophy, wearing his winner's sash and a blush that curled around his cheeks to his ears. Derek didn't bother retaliating, and proudly displayed his trophy in his lounge room; no one dared tease him for it because he really was proud of his achievement and Stiles all glared at them if they tried to say anything anyway.
For the next three years, more trophies joined Derek's first on his bookshelf. The year after that, he and Stiles competed in the couple's dance instead. When they won, Derek covered Stiles' jeep with the photos, even going so far as to wrap his tyres.
Stiles just laughed and took the Camaro to work instead.
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End of word challenge.
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