Hey I wondering if you could possibly do a dancer rec? Like either they are both a dancer or one is or something :) I really love that au :) also love you keep being awesome
You’re too sweet! Thank you 💖💖💖. I don’t think I’ve ever read this AU before, but these fics look fun! There’s some fluff and some smut, so whatever you’re in the mood for, it should be covered.
I got this prompt on tumblr; Derek as a ballet dancer? Him in thights! Like some “Step Up” AU? Stiles is dancer too. And so a ballet academy AU was born.
The one where Derek is a fine arts student and Stiles is a dancer, practicing in the same Beacon Hills Police Department shirt his mom used to wear when he watched her practice in the living room.
Stiles quietly let himself into the loft. He knew he wasn’t really supposed to be here. Granted, he felt better knowing that he could just let himself in. Having a key made helps quite a bit. He thought about the potentially painful repercussions that he might experience at Derek’s hands while he sucked down some of the chocolate milkshake he was carrying.
So what if he didn’t get permission from Derek to do it? The dude was constantly climbing in his bedroom window. Stiles figured it was kind of a trade-off.
But what he saw, he did not expect.
“I don’t mean to be rude, Dad,” she said toward Stiles before turning back to Derek, “but as you saw, Mr. Hale, he’s not the most graceful person.”
Stiles snorted, turned red and covered his face while his daughter continued. “I don’t want him to perform a grand jeté and hurt himself. He needs to be able to catch all the bad guys. So…” she trailed off, looking between both men.
Derek Hale is the most ruthless ballet instructor in Northern California. Rumor has it that Abby Lee Dance Company along with the show Dance Moms were looking to collaborate, even give him his own show, and he turned them down.
Stiles isn’t so sure about the Dance Moms rumor, but he does know that Derek Hale is a force to be reckoned with, because the man glares at him the entire time Stiles is interviewing for the position of studio receptionist. It’s not the glamorous dance teacher job he’s been dreaming of, but it’s a step up. If he gets hired, he’ll be working alongside the Hale family, one of the most well known names in dance. Just even having that title on his resume will allow him to be a shoe-in anywhere he wants.
He just has to, yanno, not die under the force of Derek Hale’s glare.
Dance has music. It has music similar to what Paige played, and maybe, just maybe, it can lift the darkness from around his heart and give him back the soul that her death took away.
The one where Derek dances in NYC and when life in Beacon Hills calms down, maybe he can dance then, too.
“What are you doing here so early,” Stiles asks a bit warily as he turns down the stereo, “the place doesn’t open for another three hours.”
Derek walks his way to the stage keeping eye contact with Stiles the whole time. “Dance with me?”
“Dance with you,” Stiles repeats and looks at Derek with a raised eyebrow, “I don’t think…we’d be a good mixture handsome.” He says as he watches Derek get to the stage and then hoists himself onto the stage as well. “Ballet is too technical for my taste.”
“Stiles, dance with me,” Derek repeats and holds a hand out for him.
No one knew Stiles could Sing.
No one knew Derek could Dance.
No one knew Fairytales could be so Real.
People always said that where Stiles was grace, Derek was strength. And he didn’t disagree, there was something in the way that Derek moved through the motions, a boldness and confidence that communicated pure strength. But it also had an elegance to it that always left Stiles staring, completely enraptured whenever he saw him dance. And this time was no different.
Derek gestured him to come closer and he went easily. “You’re Odette.”
“Excuse me?” Stiles arched an eyebrow and Derek rolled his eyes.
“Do you want me to show you, or not?”
Stiles huffed and muttered, “This doesn’t feel emasculating at all.” Under his breath, but put himself in position in front of Derek as asked. He squinted when he saw Derek trying to hold off a grin from his reflection in the mirror. “You’re an asshole.” Stiles told him and Derek gave up all pretenses, grinning widely at him.
Lydia preens, giving him an indulgent smile. “I’ve found you the perfect dance partner.”
Stiles brightens, standing up a little straighter. Trying to find a dance partner for the upcoming year’s round of competitions has been an exhausting, unrewarding process so far. “Who is it?”
“Derek Hale,” Lydia beams.
Stiles’ face immediately falls and he sighs. “No.”
Stiles and Derek are both looking for a way to make themselves stand out from the crowd in their last competition before they graduate. Dancing with each other might be just the way to do it.
After a week of rehearsal, Stiles is convinced that there’s no way this production is going to end in anything other than misery.
Beacon Hills Classical Ballet Academy performs a variation of Swan Lake where all of the swans are males, forcing Stiles to partner up with Derek Hale. Things go about as well as one would expect.
Derek is the cocky captain of the basketball team with a not-so-secret love of dance and Stiles is the leader of the school’s struggling dance team. With Stiles’ dance team, Spin Cycle, on the verge of being disbanded, Lydia suggests they bring in some new members. Stiles agrees, until she suggests Derek Hale.
Hope you like these! My fic rec requests are always open.