Fairytales Can Come True

The first time he had caught him it had been an accident, Derek had been running the perimeter of the pack territory, out on patrol as he did most days, being the new Alpha meant taking the responsibilities for the pack... And he could yet rely on the others to run the boarders because of how they oh so conveniently forgot.
He's been so fixed on the foreign scent he was following that he hadn't even picked up upon the heartbeat ahead until he heard a male voice along with it.

A familiar voice.

Making his way forward, more cautious than before, he saw Stiles sat back against a tree in the middle of the clearing up ahead. And he was... Singing?

"But we're anti-gravity lock down humanity,
Lightnin' insanity strikin' inside of me,
Whaoh Whaoh, It's the heartbeat of history,
Whaoh Whaoh, like lightnin' inside of me..."
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riFU02rtA24)

He had his eyes closed, putting his heart and soul into his voice and...

Oh god his voice was beautiful.

Derek had never heard Stiles sing but he would never have imagined he'd sound that way, to be honest he'd imagine more of a strangled cat noise to come out of the boy's throat or for him to croak like a frog, but never would he have expected him to sound so refined.

Derek found himself sat on the ground peering through a bush, enhanced by this voice coming from the boy he thought he knew so well.

Almost two hours later Derek was still sat listening to Stiles sing, gawking at how talented he really was. It was stunning seeing him transform from the obnoxious gangly sarcastic teenager he was into someone who seemed so much older and wiser just because of a few tuned words pouring from his lips.

When Stiles finally got up, grabbing his backpack up from beside him, Derek finally broke his gaze from the spot where the boy had sat, finally looking around and realising it had come dark.

He'd gone home that night with whispered words ringing through his mind;
"But we're anti-gravity lock down humanity..."

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It was a while before Derek next heard Stiles sing, around two weeks later when he had left the pack meeting early and the others had settles in for a movie.
Derek had left the others in the apartment, preferring to have a run in the cool late spring night than stay cooped up in the apartment with the bunch of unruly teenagers.

It had taken him no longer than thirty minuets to reach the clearing he'd seen the boy in last time and there he was once again favouring the same tree he was sat against last time.

Only this time he was sat up on one of the lower branches, his back to the tree trunk legs crossed at the ankles as he perched there precariously, holding a small speaker in his hands as it blasted music into the silence of the woods.

Face upturned to the sky, early moonlight making his face appear to glow, his moles that dotted his skin stood out even more upon his features, marking his pale slender neck.
Derek suddenly felt like writing poems about dotting up Stiles' moles with his tongue-then he could feel his jeans tightening and decided to put those thoughts to the back of his mind.

This time the boy was singing in a angry rough tone, siding well with the loud electronic guitar and the harsh sound of drums blaring from the speaker he continuously tossed in the air.

Then, when the chorus came into play, Derek finally heard the lyrics he was singing.

"Fuck away the pain, erase him from you're brain,
fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me,"

His jeans only started getting tighter.

"Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse,
don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name,
while I fuck away the pain..."
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNo6bmtxheI)

By the time the song was finished, he was close to soiling his pants as though he was a virgin teenager again, thanks to Stiles' half lidded eyes, long neck bared and the blunt words ripping from kissable lips.

The boy sat in the tree and proceeded to sing for another hour or so before standing and jumping down the seven foot drop, surprising the werewolf before running of in the opposite direction at a full sprint.

As Derek went home to the empty loft he thought of all the songs Stiles had sung and especially of the first one he had opened with that night. The words were empty and had no promise of fulfilment behind them but that hadn't stopped Derek's imagination when he was alone in his room that night.

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After that Derek found an easy pattern to the times he found Stiles in the woods, at least once a week, always in the same place by the big oak in the clearing.

The more and more Derek heard the boy sing the more and more he felt the urge to dance again. It was strange, his taste for music hadn't changed after Laura's passing, just the change in the desire to move to it, as though his body didn't have the passion to dance anymore.

As though he couldn't find the right beat to move along with.

But from Stiles he found it again.

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Two months after the first time Derek heard Stiles sing, he went to the clearing were Stiles was, as always, to listening in as he had come accustom too within the last few weeks.
But this time there was something different.

Stiles was sat at the base of the tree wit a guitar in his lap strumming at the stings with a languid pace, something that only came from raw talent and practice with the quality of sound it still made through the lazy movement. After a while, he began to sing whilst staring out into space, something obviously playing on his mind;

"Shadows settle on the place, that you left,
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness,
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time,
From the perfect start to the finish line,"

The sad song touched Derek at the heart, making him want to embrace the younger male in a bone crushing hug as a tear began to roll down his cheek.

"We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth,
Chasing visions of our futures,
One day we'll reveal the truth,
That one will die before he gets there,
And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones,
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone,
We're setting fire to our insides for fun,
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this home"

A bitter resentful look took over his face as he stared at the sky strumming the guitar furiously,

"And you caused it
And you caused it
And you caused it"
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwacepHIYaQ)

At the end of the song Stiles dropped the guitar, reaching into his pocket where he drew a knife and threw it to the tree opposite him around fifty meters away where embedded itself an inch deep into the bark vibrating at the sudden impact.