Whoever is summoning these demons needs to be found. No one has died yet, but old Mrs. Casper is throwing her pug a funeral on Thursday. They don’t know how the demons are being summoned either, or why, and it’s driving Stiles crazy. He’s been at it for three hours and almost has an answer, but he’s hit a major road block. A roadblock that needs some sketchy shit to get around. Luckily, Stiles knows the master of sketchy shit.
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The one where I combined the prompts 'That is the tenth demon summoning this week, what the shit?' and 'What do you need chloroform for at two a.m.?' with magical Stiles.
This was a nice little nugget with no drama. Stiles and Peter aren't friends per se, in the classic sense, but they also sorta are. They've both always been aware of their chemistry and this is a little story where Peter finally gives an extra push, and they say it out loud. I liked it, it could also easily be the first chapter in a full-length! *cough *cough *hint *hint