[Teen Wolf] Gen | Tune in the Signal
Title: Tune in the Signal
Summary: Stiles and Scott own a studio in Beacon Hills where they teach little kids how to dance. Isaac Lahey-Hale is one of those kids, and Stiles finally gets to meet his dad.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters/Pairings: Stiles, Isaac, Derek
Genre: AU, gen
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 440
Author's Notes: For R3 of 30muse; prompt #1: photo. Trying to get into the groove of TW and it's kind of difficult? I rewrote this-it was initially supposed to be a SYTYCD AU but it was weird :|
"Hold it like this, yeah, now steady-I got you, Isaac; it's going to be fine. You all right?" Stiles says, hands wrapped gently around the young boy's ankles.
Isaac nods, his curly hair flopping forward to brush against his forehead. He's turning red, so Stiles begins to slowly lower him back down onto the floor. "I'm never gonna be strong enough to do that, Stiles," he sighs, stretching his legs out to cool down.
"See that?" Stiles says, pointing to Scott, who's showing off in the corner of their co-owned studio. "If Scott can twist himself into knots in mid-air and somehow keep his cap on, you can do it, buddy. It'll take time, but a pretzel you can learn to be, young Padawan."
The boy grins sheepishly and returns the high-five.
*
Of all the things that Stiles thought he'd end up doing, he never expected it to be dance. And out of all the genres, he never thought that he would excel in contemporary, although he is partial to a few jazz routines. (While contemporary works for Stiles, he does enjoy the raw unpredictability of jazz.) It's quite a ways away from Scott's pet genre, hip hop with a lyrical twist if he feels like following the routines, but since that first day they met in the Beacon Hills studio all those years ago, he'd known that they'd be BFFs.
And now they have a dance studio of their own, where Stiles doesn't talk about his injury, and where Scott can have some training handling kids before he and Allison start their family.
*
Laura calls to let Stiles know that she's not going to pick Isaac up today, his dad is, so Stiles ends up sitting with Isaac in the middle of the hardwood floor, listening to the music on Stiles's iPod.
"Isaac?" a voice calls, a little after four, and Stiles scrambles to switch the music off in the middle of 'Call Me Maybe' before Isaac's dad steps into the studio proper. The five-year-old boy giggles when Stiles's fingers inadvertently turn up the volume instead.
"Hi," Stiles says, smiling weakly as Carly Rae Jepson's voice is ruthlessly silenced. "I'm Stiles Stilinski; you must be Isaac's father."
The guy raises a thick eyebrow. "Derek Hale," he says finally, extending a hand for Stiles to shake, the other reaching down to pat Isaac's curls.
"Papa, you're supposed to say 'nice to meetcha'." Isaac prods his father in the thigh, turning around to smile at Stiles. "Auntie Laura says it's rude and we must always say 'nice to meetcha'."
Derek's face looks midway between pained and fond. "Nice to meet you, Mr Stilinksi."
Summary: Stiles and Scott own a studio in Beacon Hills where they teach little kids how to dance. Isaac Lahey-Hale is one of those kids, and Stiles finally gets to meet his dad.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters/Pairings: Stiles, Isaac, Derek
Genre: AU, gen
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 440
Author's Notes: For R3 of 30muse; prompt #1: photo. Trying to get into the groove of TW and it's kind of difficult? I rewrote this-it was initially supposed to be a SYTYCD AU but it was weird :|
"Hold it like this, yeah, now steady-I got you, Isaac; it's going to be fine. You all right?" Stiles says, hands wrapped gently around the young boy's ankles.
Isaac nods, his curly hair flopping forward to brush against his forehead. He's turning red, so Stiles begins to slowly lower him back down onto the floor. "I'm never gonna be strong enough to do that, Stiles," he sighs, stretching his legs out to cool down.
"See that?" Stiles says, pointing to Scott, who's showing off in the corner of their co-owned studio. "If Scott can twist himself into knots in mid-air and somehow keep his cap on, you can do it, buddy. It'll take time, but a pretzel you can learn to be, young Padawan."
The boy grins sheepishly and returns the high-five.
*
Of all the things that Stiles thought he'd end up doing, he never expected it to be dance. And out of all the genres, he never thought that he would excel in contemporary, although he is partial to a few jazz routines. (While contemporary works for Stiles, he does enjoy the raw unpredictability of jazz.) It's quite a ways away from Scott's pet genre, hip hop with a lyrical twist if he feels like following the routines, but since that first day they met in the Beacon Hills studio all those years ago, he'd known that they'd be BFFs.
And now they have a dance studio of their own, where Stiles doesn't talk about his injury, and where Scott can have some training handling kids before he and Allison start their family.
*
Laura calls to let Stiles know that she's not going to pick Isaac up today, his dad is, so Stiles ends up sitting with Isaac in the middle of the hardwood floor, listening to the music on Stiles's iPod.
"Isaac?" a voice calls, a little after four, and Stiles scrambles to switch the music off in the middle of 'Call Me Maybe' before Isaac's dad steps into the studio proper. The five-year-old boy giggles when Stiles's fingers inadvertently turn up the volume instead.
"Hi," Stiles says, smiling weakly as Carly Rae Jepson's voice is ruthlessly silenced. "I'm Stiles Stilinski; you must be Isaac's father."
The guy raises a thick eyebrow. "Derek Hale," he says finally, extending a hand for Stiles to shake, the other reaching down to pat Isaac's curls.
"Papa, you're supposed to say 'nice to meetcha'." Isaac prods his father in the thigh, turning around to smile at Stiles. "Auntie Laura says it's rude and we must always say 'nice to meetcha'."
Derek's face looks midway between pained and fond. "Nice to meet you, Mr Stilinksi."