Imagine an AU where Stiles developed the ability to read minds. Maybe someone cursed him, or he was given it as a gift to uncover who had thoughts to hurt people. Either way, Stiles hates it and he needs to know how to stop it, so he goes to Derek’s place and wake him up.
Derek, very grumpily and half asleep, answers the door. “You had better have a damn good reason for interrupting the best dream I’ve had in years.”
“What were you dreaming about?” Lydia asks teasingly.
Derek’s thoughts quickly flick back to the dream: of his fingers laced through Stiles’ as he pins it down against ruffled bed sheets, his other hand slowly caressing Stiles’ side as their bodies melt together, his lips against Stiles’—locked in a passionate kiss. And Stiles sees it all.
“I forgot,” Derek lies, quickly changing the subject. “What’s going on?”
“Stiles can read minds,” Lydia explains.
Derek looks very panicked and Stiles is still looking down at the ground, trying to hide the bright red blush that colours his cheeks.
Later, when Stiles is free of his powers or learns to control them, he asks Derek, “Want to make your dreams come true?”
