Way Back Wednesday to a fic idea I had called The Returned. Established Relationship, most of the pack is alive AU. Where (trigger warning for tempory major character death) Stiles gets killed. I believe I had it by some other wolves.
Anyways, don't worry, he doesn't stay dead. He wakes up underground, having been buried at his funeral, and he has no idea what's happening or what's going on. Context clues tell him, at least, that he died. He's in the cemetery, next to his mom. He's wearing his Funeral Suit. He dug himself out of his own grave....
That tells him that he doesn't know where to go. His dad thinks he's dead. His friends, Scott, Kira, Lydia... everyone.
Derek....
So he goes to the only place he can really think to go- Deaton's.
He spooks the vet a little bit. But the man eventually says he thinks he knows what's happened to Stiles. He's come back as a Returned.
"Don't you remember the most powerful magic in the world, Stiles?"
And Stiles has to roll his eyes because yeah, he remembers. Love.
So basically love can be strong enough to bring people back from the dead. Stiles struggles to believe that because if it were true then his mother would have come back. But that's not how it works. Love needs a boost for it to work. A spark, if you will. And Stiles is that spark for the Hale pack. For Beacon Hills. Even the Nemeton. All of that converged together to bring him back. To return him.
Idk, I haven't fully hashed out the details. But basically, he's brought back from the dead. Everything is fine except normal food is inedible to him. He can only eat gross rotting and dead stuff. Which is really gross and he doesn't want to do it. But if he doesn't then he will eventually fade back away.
It's angsty and dramatic but also has a warm fuzzy ending and stuff. Idk. Yeah.
I don't know if someone has already said this, but hear me out.
In the Teen Wolf movie, Derek says he hates the Jeep. But what if he doesn't hate the Jeep itself, but what it means to him. What if he hates the memories that that Jeep carries with it. The memories of Stiles. What if he hates the Jeep because it reminds him of Stiles. Stiles, who is no longer in his life. Stiles, who is probably still Derek's anchor. Stiles, the only one Derek is truly able to miss. The only one who has been able to make Derek FEEL things.
What if Derek hates the Jeep because of how much he loves its owner.
And what if he keeps it parked in his garage, covered with a cloth because he doesn't want anyone else to own it. To drive it. To stain it.
Hello, this time I am looking for someone who has files of Sterek fanfic that have been deleted.
A (Sort of) Fairytale By briecheesie
The truth is that I have never read this story and the work has been deleted. But when I finally saw the fan art, I found the title and author. I really want to read this.
I tried posting on Reddit, but the rules wouldn't allow it.
And I don't know if this story is available for sale or if it's free to read.(So if it's for sale, can I get a link for it and if it's free, can I get a copy?if anyone has this file, I would like your help.)
Thank you @imtryingandtired for the prompt! I hope you enjoy!
“Scott, we have a problem!”
Scott's eyebrows did a thing that would have made Derek proud. “What? A bigger problem than the fact your body swapped with Derek.”
“I gotta pee,” Stiles rushed to say as he hopped from foot to foot.
Scott's puppy face scrunched up with a mix of confusion and concern. “Why is that a problem? Does Derek have like a… medical condition? Does it burn or -”
“What, no! No!” Stiles cut in with a furious wave of his surprisingly soft but equally masculine hands. He lowered Derek’s voice even more so those in the next room wouldn’t hear him. “I just - what do I do, man? I have to, like, take it out and…”
“You mean you haven’t yet?” Scott asked in genuine surprise.
“Of course, I haven’t, dumbass! What do you take me for? I would never take advantage of anyone's so very hot, like insanely hot and tempting body - temporarily mine or not.”
Scott threw up his hands in surrender. “Sorry! I’m sorry, I just - you haven't even looked?”
Scott looked around as if an answer was hiding somewhere. “I - I don’t know man, maybe asked Derek?”
“Ask Derek what?” Came Stiles's voice even though it wasn’t Stiles speaking. “What have you been doing to my body, Stiles?” It was amazing how Derek managed to make Stiles's eyebrows move in ways Stiles had never managed himself. He didn’t know his face could scowl like that. He didn’t know he had the muscles for it.
Stiles, who was in Derek’s amazing body right now, closed his gorgeous eyes in defeat. Derek seriously had the longest eyelashes. He was never going to hear the end of this.
Scott began to chuckle uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his neck helplessly and waved a hand at Stiles. “That’s the problem he won’t do anything to it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Derek asked, crossing Stiles’s arms over his chest. It was so weird seeing Derek’s expressions on Stiles's face, although the stance was missing its usual impact due to the severe lack of big, beefy muscles to back it up.
Stiles pinched the bridge of - Derek’s perfectly symmetrical nose and decided just to bite the bullet or risk worse embarrassment if he didn’t figure out his dilemma soon. “I have to pee.”
Derek’s - Stiles's eyebrows nearly shot into his hairline. “So go pee.”
Stiles felt Derek’s all too tempting mouth fall open with his own shock. “I - I mean… it doesn’t bother you?”
Stiles watched his own slender shoulders shrug, although Derek couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m more worried about the state of my bladder, to be honest. How long have you been holding it?”
Stiles felt Derek’s cute ears go red in embarrassment, and wasn’t that a weird feeling? Now, not only did he know what Derek looked like when he blushed, but he knew how it felt as his adorable ears grew warm. “A while, I guess. I was trying to respect boundaries. I mean… I wasn’t sure - have you?”
Stiles now knew what he looked like when he blushed. Was it always so obvious?
“Oh,” Stiles said, feeling himself turn even redder, and he wondered if it was as visible on Derek’s darker skin as it was on his own pale skin. So Derek had touched his… Stiles couldn’t think about that right now, but it figured the first time another hand, even though it was technically his very familiar hand, had been on his dick, he wouldn’t be there to experience it.
This was such a weird situation.
It wasn’t like Stiles had anything to be embarrassed about. He was rather… endowed. It was sort of a thing he was known for, a rumor that followed him around school, even though he was still a virgin, so no one but the guys in the locker room could confirm it.
Derek cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I didn’t realize it would be an issue. I’m sorry if I overstepped -“
“No! No!” Stiles protested before Derek could feel bad about it. If a guy had to pee, he had to pee. “I don’t have a problem with it. You’ve got full permission to do whatever you want with my body,” Stiles joked, trying to break the weird tension. He knew how much consent meant to Derek, which was why he’d been so hesitant in the first place. “I just thought that you might have an issue with me, uh… handling it.”
Derek just looked at him. “If you need permission, then this is me saying you can pee.”
Stiles breathed a sigh as Derek’s big, broad, amazing shoulders sagged in relief. “Oh, thank god, do you maybe want to come help?”
“Are you asking me to hold it for you? With your hands?” Derek deadpanned, and did Stiles really look that bitchy when he was being sarcastic? He could see why people always felt the urge to hit him.
“I - I Just mean, do you?”
Derek looked at him with exasperation. “Stiles, go pee!”
Stiles jumped into action. “Yeah, okay, do you like… want to come with -”