#sterekreversebang2017

So today is the day I get to post my story for the @sterekreversebang! 

It was inspired by @frogsandboxes amazing art - and she also drew an additional art piece for the fic I wrote for it! I love love LOVE It! :D Please check out her art post here.

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Summary: Stiles and Derek grew up hating each other's kind, embroiled in a war between hunters and werewolves.

But instead of wanting each other dead, they fall in love, which ends in them captured by hunters for that love. Stiles may live at the end of it because he's human, but they will kill Derek, and that means leaving Stiles devastated and broken, and Derek is determined not to let that happen.

Stiles and Derek have to then find a way to escape or it will be end of the both of them before they can even try to put an end to the war.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Smut

Notes: The lovely and amazing @troubleiwant beta’d this story for me, and she is just so amazing, she helped me so much! Thank you for all your help, otherwise this story wouldn’t be what it is <3

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Derek swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Why did you do it? Why did you put yourself in the line of fire for me?”

He felt Stiles move his head against the back of his, most likely trying to look at Derek as best he could. “I’d always thought…even as I was falling in love with you, that I would be able to let you go eventually. That I would be able to do it without a thought at first, and even if it hurt after I’d fallen for you. But then I found myself running away with you, which is something I would have even considered before. Then when the time actually came to either stand aside or let them capture - no, kill you - I just…couldn’t. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t choose them over you.”

“You mean your father,” Derek murmured, reaching back with his cuffed right hand to reach for Stiles’ cuffed left hand, and then he was entwining their fingers together, breath catching at being able to feel Stiles’ skin against his again, even just in this small way.

Stiles didn’t answer for the longest time before he whispered, “Yeah.”

“It was stupid,” Derek turned his head then as well, and felt Stiles’ temple against his, the faintest touch of Stiles’ skin to his. “You’re going to get hurt because of me.”

“I would have hurt worse if I’d let them kill you,” Stiles said.

“You would have healed eventually, though,” Derek said. “You would have moved on.”

SRB2017 // Roll For Charisma

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Story by @fearfrost1211 // Art/Fanmix by @fallenangelswithmagpiewings​

For @sterekreversebang

“Okay,” Boyd says once everyone has filled their plates and gotten re-situated at the table. “Tell me what character each of you will be playing.” “Elf Wizard,” Stiles says immediately. “Salazar is his name.” “Human barbarian,” Derek says. “Daken.” “Sweet,” Stiles says. “Like Wolverine’s son.” The other man actually looks at him then, stunning multi colored eyes appraising before he nods and Stiles wonders if he has like a daily word limit or if he just really doesn’t like Stiles.

Or, The D&D AU with wizards, shadow monsters, two idiots falling in love, and a dwarf named Stitches.