Sterek AU
↳For Day 5 of @averysterekwinter ❤️ // Magic!Stiles
Beacon Hills is gray.
Clouds blot out the winter sky, fallen, dried-up leaves riding the wind in spirals, and it’s drizzling. The sun is hidden behind the forming storm and yet there is heat in the air; Electric energy billowing around the Hale house and Derek, familiar with the omen, watches the road from the bay window in the kitchen.
And then he counts.
The winds grow stronger as the seconds tick by. At sixty seconds, Derek almost expects a tornado to materialize on the dirt path leading from the woods up the gravel driveway. And then something - someone - even more powerful materializes instead.
Stiles.
Between one moment and the next there is only woods, and then a body crumpling to the earth in a heap of black silk. He doesn’t get back up. The fabric lifts into the wind and flickers above him like lashing tentacles.
Pinprick rain is pelting Derek’s face before he even realizes he has moved.
He is sprinting across the front lawn to Stiles, gravel skirting out around his bare feet as he skids to a stop beside his collapsed form. He is so tangled in silk that Derek can’t make out his arm from his leg, let alone locate the wound responsible for this. Though he can smell it: the thick, metallic scent of blood cloying his senses.
He hauls Stiles up into his arms and runs back to the house, leaping over the steps onto the porch and blowing through the front door - still thrown open from his hasty exit. He ducks under the archway into the living room and sets the boy the couch there.
A boy. No. Not anymore.
Derek stares down at Stiles’ face, the only part of him not swimming in black fabric, and feels stunned as he takes in the features he hasn’t seen in years. The last time he had seen Stiles, the last time Stiles had come here, he’d been wide-eyed and baby-faced, freshly sixteen with a Spark’s Mark flaring to life inside him. He’d been terrified. Now, his face is all sharp angles and definition, matured and molded into a man. And even unconscious as he is, Derek has a hard time imagining anything terrifies Stiles now.
So what, then, could have possibly caused so much damage?
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