Fic: Changes on our hands and on our faces, oh, oh || Stiles/Derek || PG
I was going to post the second part of this that I wrote last night but it seems that I never posted the first part here. So let's rectify that!
Changes on our hands and on our faces, oh, oh
Stiles/Derek
PG, 1337 words, unbeta'd
AO3 link
It started small, pretty much by accident.
Stiles trained with Deaton on weekends mostly, the occasional after school session when he didn’t have to be an actual veterinarian. Deaton stressed focus over all. Focus on what he wanted to create. Focus on the spark inside him. Focus on everything Stiles was used to letting in and ruining his concentration.
It was hard, yo.
But he got the hang of it eventually. Managed to create the tiniest ball of blue light for a split second before his excitement got the best of him and he lost it, like a trapeze artist missing their partner’s hands and falling into nothingness.
Deaton merely nodded and said, "Try again but this time focus."
Yeah.
He kept it on the down low for a while. The pack knew he was training with Deaton but not what they were up to and for the most part they didn’t pry. Scott was curious and Kira raised an eyebrow now and then when he came back from a successful session, as if she could smell the magic on him.
He noticed Derek sniffing around him more often, too, which was weird when Stiles realized he hadn’t been bothered by the way Derek would sniff him before. But Derek didn’t say anything and Stiles didn’t bring it up so he figured that was that.
Stiles moved past the ball of light eventually, with Deaton’s supervision, and he was advancing with his skills. Handling the mountain ash was tricky and something he could only do at the vet office as Scott and the other ‘wolves were in and out of Stiles’ place on a fairly regular basis. Anything with fire Stiles was more than happy to leave behind at Deaton’s, too.
But the ball of light was something he could work on by himself. The focus was still a struggle once he got the thing going and it was frustrating how easily he could get distracted by the stupidest things.
Late at night he’d stay up in the dark, cross-legged on his bed and work on that tiny blue light. Worked it from the size of a marble to a… well, a bigger marble. A shooter, if Stiles had to guess.
The light he made was quite pretty, Stiles pondered as he sat on his bed. The window was open, curtains fluttering a little from the breeze that felt nice over Stiles’ face.
It was a soft but vibrant blue. It reminded him of the way the colour of the ‘wolves eyes would almost shimmer when they shifted, flaring from the rush or something. The adrenaline or instinct, Stiles had no idea, obviously.
The colour reminded him of… something. He waggled his fingers just a little and watched the ball bounce softly, like buoys in water. He stared hard into the light, locked on it to the point where he felt like his eyes glazed over. It was almost hypnotic at times, when he got lost in it.
The realization came over him like a warm blanket and the light in his hands flickered as a result. It flared like oxygen on a dying flame, flaring back to life.
Derek.
The light was the exact colour of Derek’s blue eyes.
Stiles let his mind hold the image of Derek’s eyes and the little marble-sized light flared to a softball size. Stiles bit his lip in excitement and the image slipped from his concentration, so the light blinked out.
"Arg!" Stiles cried out and refocused, bringing up the memory of Derek staring at him across the table at Deaton’s with his blue eyes staring at him as he asked-demanded, really-for Stiles to saw his arm off.
Stiles relived the fear and disgust and horror from that moment but kept Derek’s eyes on him in his mind’s eyes, saw the determination and probably the closest thing to trust Derek had at that time.
"Wow."
A hushed whisper cut through Stiles’ concentration and the light seemed to slip through his fingers.
Stiles’ looked up to see Derek hovering outside the open window, staring in at him with an expression of awe.
"That’s what you’ve been doing at Deaton’s?" Derek asked quietly.
Stiles ducked his head in a short nod. "Part of it. The part I can do on my own, anyway."
"I’m sorry!" Derek blurted out unexpectedly.
"For what?"
"Interrupting. I was passing by and I sme- anyway. Sorry," Derek said hastily. He looked … bashful? That couldn’t be it. It was an expression Stiles didn’t associate with Derek Hale on a regular basis, at any rate.
"I should go," Derek continued and turned to leap off the roof but Stiles lunged forward, almost toppling off the bed until he managed to get a leg under himself while he reached for the window sill.
"Stay!" Stiles said, without thinking. "Want to see it?"
"Yes," Derek said immediately. Stiles stepped back and let Derek in. He settled on the bed again but toward the headboard so Derek could sit as well. Derek kicked off his shoes and mirrored his position, crossing his legs to face Stiles.
Stiles felt nervous then, because no one aside from Deaton had ever seen this and Deaton only saw the pitiful attempts. Stiles felt like he was sharing something he’d been keeping hidden and felt exposed.
He took a deep breath and stared at his hands in front of him, cupped like he was drinking water. He felt the spark inside himself flaring weakly until he steeled himself and reached for it. It burst to life in his hands, a little wild at first and then formed into the small size he was used to.
Stiles felt, rather than heard, Derek’s sharp inhalation at the sight. Stiles couldn’t help it and looked up at Derek.
Derek’s eyes reflected the blue in Stiles’ hands, glowing back brightly in the dark of Stiles’ bedroom. The ball of light flared up, bigger than a softball now. Stiles’ mouth dropped open as he watched it grow.
It wasn’t heavy or unwieldily but Stiles wasn’t sure how to handle it and his hands wavered a little. Derek’s hands came up immediately to support him and Stiles felt something jar inside of him, like wrenching a stuck window up and he could feel everything.
His spark was in his hands-in their hands-flowing between them, steady and even. It lit his whole room with an unearthly glow.
Stiles glanced back up at Derek and felt a smile creep across his lips as he took in Derek’s face. Open and smiling and amazed.
Derek caught Stiles watching him and grinned, then started laughing and it seemed to surprise even himself. It was a light, carefree sound that the light crackled along with, like it was clapping in response.
Stiles started laughing too, from deep in his belly and flooded with relief. He laughed until he was leaning over, towards Derek, and his hands were fully supported by Derek’s.
Derek was the one who leaned in and closed the gap, pressing his lips to Stiles’ soft and warm. His hands closed over Stiles’ slowly until Stiles could feel the light draw back into his body. He wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck and opened his mouth, letting Derek in. Derek grinned against Stiles’ lips, then deepened the kiss while his hands cupped Stiles’ face, holding him close.
Stiles felt every swipe of Derek’s tongue against his tongue and teeth acutely, like a shock through his whole body. He signed against Derek’s skin when Derek started pressing kisses to the corner of Stiles’ mouth, his cheek, his nose, his eyelids-
"Stiles," Derek murmured and Stiles opened his eyes lazily. Derek’s eyes widened enough for Stiles to realize what he saw.
"I guess I found something to focus on," Stiles replied with a grin, knowing his eyes were shining blue back at Derek, as his spark hummed contentedly in return.
Continue to part 2: Feel your energy rushing through me
Changes on our hands and on our faces, oh, oh
Stiles/Derek
PG, 1337 words, unbeta'd
AO3 link
It started small, pretty much by accident.
Stiles trained with Deaton on weekends mostly, the occasional after school session when he didn’t have to be an actual veterinarian. Deaton stressed focus over all. Focus on what he wanted to create. Focus on the spark inside him. Focus on everything Stiles was used to letting in and ruining his concentration.
It was hard, yo.
But he got the hang of it eventually. Managed to create the tiniest ball of blue light for a split second before his excitement got the best of him and he lost it, like a trapeze artist missing their partner’s hands and falling into nothingness.
Deaton merely nodded and said, "Try again but this time focus."
Yeah.
He kept it on the down low for a while. The pack knew he was training with Deaton but not what they were up to and for the most part they didn’t pry. Scott was curious and Kira raised an eyebrow now and then when he came back from a successful session, as if she could smell the magic on him.
He noticed Derek sniffing around him more often, too, which was weird when Stiles realized he hadn’t been bothered by the way Derek would sniff him before. But Derek didn’t say anything and Stiles didn’t bring it up so he figured that was that.
Stiles moved past the ball of light eventually, with Deaton’s supervision, and he was advancing with his skills. Handling the mountain ash was tricky and something he could only do at the vet office as Scott and the other ‘wolves were in and out of Stiles’ place on a fairly regular basis. Anything with fire Stiles was more than happy to leave behind at Deaton’s, too.
But the ball of light was something he could work on by himself. The focus was still a struggle once he got the thing going and it was frustrating how easily he could get distracted by the stupidest things.
Late at night he’d stay up in the dark, cross-legged on his bed and work on that tiny blue light. Worked it from the size of a marble to a… well, a bigger marble. A shooter, if Stiles had to guess.
The light he made was quite pretty, Stiles pondered as he sat on his bed. The window was open, curtains fluttering a little from the breeze that felt nice over Stiles’ face.
It was a soft but vibrant blue. It reminded him of the way the colour of the ‘wolves eyes would almost shimmer when they shifted, flaring from the rush or something. The adrenaline or instinct, Stiles had no idea, obviously.
The colour reminded him of… something. He waggled his fingers just a little and watched the ball bounce softly, like buoys in water. He stared hard into the light, locked on it to the point where he felt like his eyes glazed over. It was almost hypnotic at times, when he got lost in it.
The realization came over him like a warm blanket and the light in his hands flickered as a result. It flared like oxygen on a dying flame, flaring back to life.
Derek.
The light was the exact colour of Derek’s blue eyes.
Stiles let his mind hold the image of Derek’s eyes and the little marble-sized light flared to a softball size. Stiles bit his lip in excitement and the image slipped from his concentration, so the light blinked out.
"Arg!" Stiles cried out and refocused, bringing up the memory of Derek staring at him across the table at Deaton’s with his blue eyes staring at him as he asked-demanded, really-for Stiles to saw his arm off.
Stiles relived the fear and disgust and horror from that moment but kept Derek’s eyes on him in his mind’s eyes, saw the determination and probably the closest thing to trust Derek had at that time.
"Wow."
A hushed whisper cut through Stiles’ concentration and the light seemed to slip through his fingers.
Stiles’ looked up to see Derek hovering outside the open window, staring in at him with an expression of awe.
"That’s what you’ve been doing at Deaton’s?" Derek asked quietly.
Stiles ducked his head in a short nod. "Part of it. The part I can do on my own, anyway."
"I’m sorry!" Derek blurted out unexpectedly.
"For what?"
"Interrupting. I was passing by and I sme- anyway. Sorry," Derek said hastily. He looked … bashful? That couldn’t be it. It was an expression Stiles didn’t associate with Derek Hale on a regular basis, at any rate.
"I should go," Derek continued and turned to leap off the roof but Stiles lunged forward, almost toppling off the bed until he managed to get a leg under himself while he reached for the window sill.
"Stay!" Stiles said, without thinking. "Want to see it?"
"Yes," Derek said immediately. Stiles stepped back and let Derek in. He settled on the bed again but toward the headboard so Derek could sit as well. Derek kicked off his shoes and mirrored his position, crossing his legs to face Stiles.
Stiles felt nervous then, because no one aside from Deaton had ever seen this and Deaton only saw the pitiful attempts. Stiles felt like he was sharing something he’d been keeping hidden and felt exposed.
He took a deep breath and stared at his hands in front of him, cupped like he was drinking water. He felt the spark inside himself flaring weakly until he steeled himself and reached for it. It burst to life in his hands, a little wild at first and then formed into the small size he was used to.
Stiles felt, rather than heard, Derek’s sharp inhalation at the sight. Stiles couldn’t help it and looked up at Derek.
Derek’s eyes reflected the blue in Stiles’ hands, glowing back brightly in the dark of Stiles’ bedroom. The ball of light flared up, bigger than a softball now. Stiles’ mouth dropped open as he watched it grow.
It wasn’t heavy or unwieldily but Stiles wasn’t sure how to handle it and his hands wavered a little. Derek’s hands came up immediately to support him and Stiles felt something jar inside of him, like wrenching a stuck window up and he could feel everything.
His spark was in his hands-in their hands-flowing between them, steady and even. It lit his whole room with an unearthly glow.
Stiles glanced back up at Derek and felt a smile creep across his lips as he took in Derek’s face. Open and smiling and amazed.
Derek caught Stiles watching him and grinned, then started laughing and it seemed to surprise even himself. It was a light, carefree sound that the light crackled along with, like it was clapping in response.
Stiles started laughing too, from deep in his belly and flooded with relief. He laughed until he was leaning over, towards Derek, and his hands were fully supported by Derek’s.
Derek was the one who leaned in and closed the gap, pressing his lips to Stiles’ soft and warm. His hands closed over Stiles’ slowly until Stiles could feel the light draw back into his body. He wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck and opened his mouth, letting Derek in. Derek grinned against Stiles’ lips, then deepened the kiss while his hands cupped Stiles’ face, holding him close.
Stiles felt every swipe of Derek’s tongue against his tongue and teeth acutely, like a shock through his whole body. He signed against Derek’s skin when Derek started pressing kisses to the corner of Stiles’ mouth, his cheek, his nose, his eyelids-
"Stiles," Derek murmured and Stiles opened his eyes lazily. Derek’s eyes widened enough for Stiles to realize what he saw.
"I guess I found something to focus on," Stiles replied with a grin, knowing his eyes were shining blue back at Derek, as his spark hummed contentedly in return.
Continue to part 2: Feel your energy rushing through me