Sterek Reversebang 2017 : Art for Behind the Lens for @yoshifics (on AO3 here, read on tumblr here)
Summary from AO3:
When Derek’s therapist suggest he should engage in social activities in order to meet new people, Derek didn’t expect his road to cross the path of Stiles Stilinski, freerunner and pole dancer extraordinaire. Gradually, he begins to stop hiding behind his camera lens and learns to better appreciate the people that surround him.
Thank you so much to the Sterek Reversebang mods and to my amazing writer Yoshi for letting me do something for the fandom. We were ridiculously in tune with the flow of ideas for this prompt!
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By Any Other Name by entanglednow
“My name is Stiles Stilinski?” he says incredulously. “What were my parents drunk or something? Don’t they know that alliteration is the easiest route to terrible punishment and eternal mockery.” Stiles? Stiles Stilinski? It doesn’t so much roll off the tongue as clatter out in pieces. But he supposes it’ll do. It’s the only name he has right now. And it’s definitely better than no name at all. “Ok, Stiles Stilinski it is then. Your turn, because I can’t keep calling you ‘Werewolf Dude,’ in my head. Since that is your one defining characteristic. That and the stubble.”
The guy frowns and fishes in his pocket, tosses car keys and cards aside, before flipping one around and squinting at it.
“Derek Hale,” he says, brow furrowing as if he doesn’t like the sound of it.
“Derek?” Stiles laughs, he can’t help it. Because that is just ridiculous. “Your name is Derek? Dude, that’s got to be a fake name.”
Derek’s forehead creases further, eyebrows almost meeting. He really doesn’t look like a Derek. He looks like maybe he could have eaten a Derek at some point.
“Whoever made your fake ID clearly hates you,” Stiles decides.
Already on My Knees by secondstar
“I’m yours, Derek,” Stiles said as he straddled Derek, pressing him back
against the mattress. Derek went without a fight, letting Stiles guide
him where he wished. “And you’re mine.”Heya guys! Long time no
seeedit! This is for the lovely Beth, who keeps writing the hottest stuff ever like…man, I can not get over these fics ok???
Move A Mountain | zainclaw | E | 69,006 words | soundtrack | art
Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.
“You better hold on,” Derek advises. He turns his head slightly to the side, glancing at him over his shoulder. “I don’t want to get in trouble if you get hurt.”“Good idea,” Stiles agrees, having to raise his voice in order to be heard over the loud engine. “My dad might press charges. Did I mention he’s the sheriff back home?”
“Maybe we should call this off.”
“No way!”
If I Played You My Favorite Song by alisvolatpropiis (@deleted-scene)
“Thank you, you’ve been a great crowd,” he purrs, reaching a
tattooed hand up to adjust the microphone. “I’m going to finish with
something a little different.” He laughs quietly to himself and rolls
his broad, black v-neck-clad shoulders like he’s steeling himself, the
first time all night he’s seemed nervous. “This is, uh, another cover,
and I’ve never actually performed it…ever. But I feel like tonight’s the
perfect night for it.” He laughs again and takes a deep breath. “So
yeah, please continue to be kind, folks.” The crowd cheers and the
singer – Derek Hale – gives this little sly smile as he fiddles with the
strings of his guitar for a second, those unbelievable eyes flashing
over to where Stiles has been sitting all night.
…
In which acoustic musician Derek Hale seduces Stiles with a modern R&B classic.
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