Stackson Week 2022

Day Five: The Spark's Kitten is Familiar

Theme: Magical Mishap

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Stiles has been working day and night on his magic to ensure he'll be ready when the next threat comes or someone in the pack needs help. Today is Jackson's turn to be a test subject for Stiles to practice on. He's not thrilled about it because let's be honest neither Jackson nor Stiles are the best of friends but since the Nogitsune, they've grown extremely close because they both know what it's like to be forced to do things without your consent. They both know what it's like to lose your autonomy and to hurt others, even loved ones. Oftentimes, Jackson is the one to comfort Stiles when he has nightmares and vice versa.

Jackson is sprawled on the couch flipping through a magazine when he hears a crackling and then sees purple smoke. "What the–"

Stiles whips his head in Jackson's direction but when the smoke clears there is no Jackson. There is only a small gray-ish blue kitten where Jackson had been moments before. Realization dawns on Stiles's face. Stiles has accidentally turned Jackson into a kitten. "Oh fuck," he exclaims before thunking his head back against the wall and tilts his head to look at the kitten who is now scowling at him. "Don't Hale me. I see those little, tiny eyebrows and that itty bitty glare." He smiles and coos. "Awe Jacks you're adorable."

Jackson hisses and snarls as he tries to find a way down but being so small, he loses his footing and goes tumbling off the couch only to be saved by Stiles catching him. He melts into the spark's hands but then remembers he's supposed to be angry and knicks Stiles's thumbs with a kitten smirk.

"Wow. Still a dick just now you're a tiny dick."

Jackson's ears go flat, and he hisses.

"Okay then your royal highness. First things first, we don't tell Derek. Second, we need to get you a bath since you decided to slide off the couch that was a tad dusty and because well, we don't know where your fur has been."

A bath? Stiles can't be serious and excuse him. Jackson's fur is in perfect condition. What does he think Jackson did? Looked into the future, saw his fate as a kitten and skinned some poor little one in order to make sure he'd have fur. Nope. In fact, he'd rather be a hairless cat than steal another kitten's beautiful coat. He turns his head and starts cleaning his fur. Which bad idea because now Stiles–

"Awwwwww. Your little pink tongue is so tiny, and you were grooming and just you're adorable!!!" Stiles coos and Jackson heaves a sigh that comes out like a puff of air. "This is going to be so fun, Jacks. Just wait and see."

Jackson couldn't disagree more but it's not like he can voice that opinion.

Stiles starts scratching behind his ears gently as he walks to the downstairs bathroom.

Jackson's ears perk as a quiet rumble starts, only then realizing he's fucking purring because the ear scritches feel sooooooo good!

Pretty soon the sink is filled with warm water and baby shampoo which Jackson hisses at. He wouldn't be caught dead using such a product on his hair or er fur, but he doesn't have a choice. Once he's sufficiently wet Stiles gently massages the shampoo in, and Jackson goes boneless absolutely loving everything about this. Then the bath is over, and he's being wrapped in a white fluffy towel.

He must've fallen asleep because when he wakes up it's dark outside and he's now wrapped in a small fluffy blanket resting in Stiles's lap who sits cross legged on the couch watching tv. Jackson discreetly glances up at the spark noticing the pink tongue caught between his teeth. He notices how every now and then the spark licks and bites his lips in a nervous gesture. He tilts his head as the light of the tv reflects in gorgeous liquid honey eyes.