the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
me, vibrating out of my skin : hey can I talk to you about this piece of media real quick? I pinky promise I'll be So Normal about it, like there's no reason to be concerned that this will turn into a three hour long monologue. Like I Prommy that I'm not gonna be a freak about it.
Now this may be a niche category for fics, but I know if any exist you’d be the one to ask. Do you know any where Derek dies, but gets brought back? Double points if he’s messed up somehow after the whole ordeal? Even if you can’t I just wanna say how much I love your fics!
thank you! Idk if you wanted like a TW movie fix-it, or just some good ol' resurrections, or both, but here's what I found (though no bonus points for me 😭 stereks, that's something to think about!)
Do you have a 100 words for me? ('Cause I have only three)
“THAT IS MY CHILD.” Stiles roared to the receiver.
Stiles’ roar echoed in his own ears as he slammed his fist down on the desk, rattling everything on it. He immediately glanced at Eli, making sure the noise hadn’t disturbed him. The kid barely stirred, his small frame bundled up in blankets on the couch. Stiles took a deep breath, lowering his voice but not his intensity.
“You don’t get to decide that, Scott,” he hissed into the phone. “You don’t get to decide what’s best for my kid. That’s my job. And if you think for a second that leaving him out there to fend for himself was somehow a better option than calling me, you’re even more deluded than I thought.”
****
After Derek's death Eli struggles with his control over the wolf. Scott and Allison was too busy playing house to help him. So he makes a quick decision to find his other dad. He heard he was magic. Maybe he could help him. Maybe he could bring his dad back.
This fic is finished... I just add bonus chapters every now and then 😊❤️
One Thread by RurouniHime
In the middle of the night, his dad comes into the room and crawls onto the bed behind him, easing Stiles into the vee of his legs. He settles back against the headboard with a groan and doesn’t say anything for a long time. Stiles wraps his arms around one of his dad’s legs, presses his cheek to warm flannel, and tries to be still.
“Oh, kid,” his dad exhales. His hand comes down on the side of Stiles’ neck and his fingers press gently. “I never wanted you to know this pain.”
(Or, Derek dies. Stiles reacts Badly.)
Follow the Smoke Home by beekayem
Devastated by the second coming of the Nogitsune, Eli Hale takes his desperation in hand and calls upon a business card for Spark Supernatural Consultancy in the hopes that someone will be able to help him. When he follows the smoke deeper into the preserve, he finds more than he bargained for and begins to think maybe, just maybe, things might work out.
"Kid’s a wolf", was the first thing to cross Stiles’ mind after he tugged the door open and was closely followed up by a second more confused thought that he knew this kid somehow.
Rather than question it, he chose to step aside and open the door wider to his young guest. Because he was young. No older than eighteen at the most, maybe younger. Not the youngest client who’d found their way to his front porch - that honor had gone to the six year old selkie who had, under the guidance of her foster mother, called him to her in search of her skin that had been so cruelly torn from her by hunters.
Youngest wolf by far however. Usually the alphas were too protective to allow any of the pack to request his services, and this went double for kids.
The Sound of Silence by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions)
Everyone is so sure Derek is dead, but Stiles can't accept it. Not when there are so many loose ends.
Hold the Door by Hatteress (somewhatstacey), maichan808 (maichan)
When Derek is killed by a rival alpha, the pack will stop at nothing to get him back. Even if that means blackmailing the most dangerous hunter duo this side of hell. Whatever. That whole devil thing was probably totally exaggerated, anyway.
christabel by Petr1chor
“Peter?” Stiles said, too shocked to keep it out of his voice, “Why are you calling?”
Peter sighed on the other end, genuine in a way Peter rarely was. “I thought you would want to know.”
“Know what?”
“About Derek.”
“Peter, I’m too old for your cryptic shit. Either spit it out or I’m hanging up.”
“Stiles,” Peter said, his voice shaky, somehow, “Derek is dead.”
Stiles had a phone in his hand, a shattered mug, a puddle of coffee and what might be a first degree burn on his foot.
“Stiles? Are you still there?” Peter’s voice sounded fuzzy when his phone wasn’t pressed against his ear. Without response, he hit end call.
Derek is dead.
xxx
Stiles goes back to Beacon Hills for Derek's funeral, but Derek isn't as dead as they assumed
i thought that was just a myth by lookingforatardis
When Stiles gets the call, he doesn't hesitate. There has to be a way to save Derek - he knows it in his gut. When the research points to one answer, Stiles has to hope that his gut is right, that it's always been right, and that Derek feels the same. Because if he does, then Stiles has a chance to save him.
A terrifying chance that requires Stiles not look at Derek once, but it's a chance nevertheless.
or, the orpheus and eurydice Teen Wolf The Movie Fix It Fic exactly one person asked for, that somehow turned into this sappy, angsty, true mates fix it that I adore
But I'm Gonna Love You Anyhow by Hella_Meyers
It didn't feel real. It couldn't be possible. The news sent Stiles falling to his knees. But in the retelling of the story, he realized one crucial mistake. Never underestimate the Nogitsune. And never make plans without consulting Stiles. Now he had to go and fix everything.
Resurrection by Amethystina
Derek hadn't planned to die, least of all when he had finally started to acknowledge the growing attraction he felt for Stiles — an attraction he knew was mutual. But die he did, his soul ending up in Purgatory just like he had been told that it would. Despite this he felt unable to let go. He couldn't forget the life he had left behind — his hopes for the future.
So when the opportunity presents itself for Derek to return to the land of the living, he takes it, heedless of the rules he might be breaking. Even partnering with a hunter seems like a small price to pay.
Dean Winchester can get Derek out of Purgatory and back to Stiles. Derek's willing to take that chance.
here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed by elisela
Stiles doesn’t go home right away.
The urge is there—when he answers the phone to Lydia’s shaking voice, when he gets the text from his dad, when he stares out at the sun glowing soft peach and golden over the buildings in D.C. and he thinks about Derek never seeing another sunrise. It’s there weeks later when he gets a check from the Estate of Derek Hale, when he crumples it up and throws it in the trash, when he fishes it out an hour later and tries to salvage it by weighing it down with a book from the Hale vault.
It’s there, it’s there, it’s there.
Stiles doesn’t listen to it.
Because Stiles isn’t going back to Beacon Hills to say goodbye.
Save Him From Himself by Hisvoicebrokemyheart
Eli pulled out the strip of paper the Sheriff tucked in his hand every night since he drove him to LA to stay with Scott and Allison. The only thing printed on it was a ten-digit phone number. When he searched the number, all the returns were work profiles for Stiles Stilinski. Eli didn't feel like he knew much of anything since he watched his dad die, but he needed something to go his way. Maybe whatever that was would be on the other end of the line.
Gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day by TalesoftheEnchantedForest
If Allison gets to be resurrected, then so does Derek.
From Ashes by Jerakeen
Magic hates Stiles. He doesn't know why Deaton insists he can use it.
In the Name of Love by ReginaNocis
Stiles was two weeks into the FBI academy semester that he’d promised to teach; instructing young students how to go about damage control- how to put out fires, in a sense. That’s what his course was called: Putting Out Fires for Beginners. He’d been calling his son every night, and he had a constant stream of texts with both Derek and his father. Even Melissa had checked in with him once. They all knew how hard it was for him to be away from his family.
He’d gotten the sense that something was wrong early that morning, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. Derek would have told him if something was wrong, he was sure of it. That feeling wouldn’t quite leave him alone, though, and he was on edge through his classes that whole day. Just as he was about to dismiss his last class, his phone lit up with the last name he expected to see: Creeperwolf (Peter).
~~
In which Stiles finds out about the Nogitsune just a little bit too late, and shows up to fix everything. Because we deserve a happy ending.
Give him back by christinchen
Eli feels lost and has seemingly nowhere to turn. Until a stranger knocks on his car window and demands to know how he got his car!
i just need a moment pre-dating sterek where Derek holds or reaches out for Stiles’ hand for comfort
where they’re at the movies and there’s a particular scene that’s a little too close to home. where Derek’s maybe struggling to watch but cannot pull his eyes away from it either. his hand searching out for Stiles’, finding it on Stiles’ knee and just interlocking their fingers without warning. it catches Stiles off guard but he sees the discomfort in Derek’s face even as the lights from the movie dance around. Stiles doesn’t say anything, just squeezes Derek’s hand in his.
where they’re sitting in the camaro, keeping a lookout for whatever it is that’s terrorizing the town for the week. Stiles, of course, is stuffing his face with curly fries and an XL slushie, rambling in between breaths about his studies, pack drama, his dad’s health, whatever comes to mind. Derek’s happy to just sit and listen as he stares out the windshield. he’s not exactly uncomfortable, nothing is wrong, and yet, he can’t help but grab Stiles’ hand as they continue to wait. it probably takes him more than a few minutes to realize he’d been rubbing his thumb over Stiles’ knuckles ( which may have inadvertently caused Stiles to slow down when talking.. and eating )
maybe even at pack meeting/night. there’s too many voices overlapping, too many different opinions, everyone thinking they’re right and somehow no one is wrong. Derek tries closing his eyes, rubbing at his temples, trying his damndest to tune everyone out until he can find a way to get a word in. he finds himself grabbing Stiles’ free hand, already running his thumb over Stiles’ knuckles, counting quietly to himself in his head just for a moment. that seems to shut the pack up, all of their eyes locking in on Derek’s hand in Stiles’. when Derek lets go, staring back at the curious expressions, Stiles just grabs Derek’s hand again, breaking the silence by saying, “now that everyone’s quiet, can we finally let Derek speak?” Derek looks to Stiles slightly stunned, to which Stiles only nods with a smile, giving Derek’s hand a light, reassuring squeeze.
Derek ( and Stiles ) would become so used to it. Derek would be so spoiled by it. Stiles offering up his hand whenever he was in the presence of Derek. didn’t matter if Derek was in distress or not, Stiles would splay out his hand waiting for Derek to take it. and Derek would find so much comfort in how warm, firm but soft Stiles’ hands were. how Stiles’ grip was never too tight or loose. that occasionally Stiles would rub circles into Derek’s knuckles, or fidget with Derek’s fingers, or clasp both hands over Derek’s one, creating a cocoon of warmth.
one day, Stiles would walk into the loft finding Derek at his worst, emotionally. immediately, Stiles grabbed Derek by the hand, pulling him towards the couch and making him sit awfully close. he’d press his forehead against Derek’s temple, his hand still intertwined with Derek’s as he whispered reassurance and comforting words that soothed Derek. they’d share a few deep breaths, that heavy feeling on Derek’s shoulders lifting.
Derek freezes when he feels lips pressed against the back of his hand. words catch in his throat, unable to form a single thought as he stares back into Stiles’ eyes, completely lost in them ( which tends to happen more times than Derek thinks ). the only coherent thought Derek has is to kiss him back, so he does, finally getting to feel and taste Stiles’ lips against his own. Derek basks in how sweet and soft Stiles feels; how it brings him just as much comfort as their hands clasped together, as if this is how they’ve meant to be this entire time.
when their lips finally part, Derek reciprocates leaving kisses against Stiles’ knuckles. eventually he finds words to muster up, expressing to Stiles how surprised he is by how much comfort Stiles brings him, the security he feels just from being around him.
“i don’t feel this calm with anyone else,” Derek admits.
Stiles smiled softly, kissing the corner of Derek’s mouth. his fingers wrapped around Derek’s hands again, eyelashes fluttering as he looked up at Derek, “i don’t mind being your security human if you need me to.”
Derek: 'I'm fine'
Stiles: 🚨🚨🚨
(honestly this goes both ways for these two)
Birthday gift art for @sparassiss who requested Stiles holding Derek after a crappy day, and you know what - a good ol' Stilinski Hug would probably fix him a lil' bit ♡
Now this may be a niche category for fics, but I know if any exist you’d be the one to ask. Do you know any where Derek dies, but gets brought back? Double points if he’s messed up somehow after the whole ordeal? Even if you can’t I just wanna say how much I love your fics!
thank you! Idk if you wanted like a TW movie fix-it, or just some good ol' resurrections, or both, but here's what I found (though no bonus points for me 😭 stereks, that's something to think about!)
Do you have a 100 words for me? ('Cause I have only three)
“THAT IS MY CHILD.” Stiles roared to the receiver.
Stiles’ roar echoed in his own ears as he slammed his fist down on the desk, rattling everything on it. He immediately glanced at Eli, making sure the noise hadn’t disturbed him. The kid barely stirred, his small frame bundled up in blankets on the couch. Stiles took a deep breath, lowering his voice but not his intensity.
“You don’t get to decide that, Scott,” he hissed into the phone. “You don’t get to decide what’s best for my kid. That’s my job. And if you think for a second that leaving him out there to fend for himself was somehow a better option than calling me, you’re even more deluded than I thought.”
****
After Derek's death Eli struggles with his control over the wolf. Scott and Allison was too busy playing house to help him. So he makes a quick decision to find his other dad. He heard he was magic. Maybe he could help him. Maybe he could bring his dad back.
This fic is finished... I just add bonus chapters every now and then 😊❤️
One Thread by RurouniHime
In the middle of the night, his dad comes into the room and crawls onto the bed behind him, easing Stiles into the vee of his legs. He settles back against the headboard with a groan and doesn’t say anything for a long time. Stiles wraps his arms around one of his dad’s legs, presses his cheek to warm flannel, and tries to be still.
“Oh, kid,” his dad exhales. His hand comes down on the side of Stiles’ neck and his fingers press gently. “I never wanted you to know this pain.”
(Or, Derek dies. Stiles reacts Badly.)
Follow the Smoke Home by beekayem
Devastated by the second coming of the Nogitsune, Eli Hale takes his desperation in hand and calls upon a business card for Spark Supernatural Consultancy in the hopes that someone will be able to help him. When he follows the smoke deeper into the preserve, he finds more than he bargained for and begins to think maybe, just maybe, things might work out.
"Kid’s a wolf", was the first thing to cross Stiles’ mind after he tugged the door open and was closely followed up by a second more confused thought that he knew this kid somehow.
Rather than question it, he chose to step aside and open the door wider to his young guest. Because he was young. No older than eighteen at the most, maybe younger. Not the youngest client who’d found their way to his front porch - that honor had gone to the six year old selkie who had, under the guidance of her foster mother, called him to her in search of her skin that had been so cruelly torn from her by hunters.
Youngest wolf by far however. Usually the alphas were too protective to allow any of the pack to request his services, and this went double for kids.
The Sound of Silence by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions)
Everyone is so sure Derek is dead, but Stiles can't accept it. Not when there are so many loose ends.
Hold the Door by Hatteress (somewhatstacey), maichan808 (maichan)
When Derek is killed by a rival alpha, the pack will stop at nothing to get him back. Even if that means blackmailing the most dangerous hunter duo this side of hell. Whatever. That whole devil thing was probably totally exaggerated, anyway.
christabel by Petr1chor
“Peter?” Stiles said, too shocked to keep it out of his voice, “Why are you calling?”
Peter sighed on the other end, genuine in a way Peter rarely was. “I thought you would want to know.”
“Know what?”
“About Derek.”
“Peter, I’m too old for your cryptic shit. Either spit it out or I’m hanging up.”
“Stiles,” Peter said, his voice shaky, somehow, “Derek is dead.”
Stiles had a phone in his hand, a shattered mug, a puddle of coffee and what might be a first degree burn on his foot.
“Stiles? Are you still there?” Peter’s voice sounded fuzzy when his phone wasn’t pressed against his ear. Without response, he hit end call.
Derek is dead.
xxx
Stiles goes back to Beacon Hills for Derek's funeral, but Derek isn't as dead as they assumed
i thought that was just a myth by lookingforatardis
When Stiles gets the call, he doesn't hesitate. There has to be a way to save Derek - he knows it in his gut. When the research points to one answer, Stiles has to hope that his gut is right, that it's always been right, and that Derek feels the same. Because if he does, then Stiles has a chance to save him.
A terrifying chance that requires Stiles not look at Derek once, but it's a chance nevertheless.
or, the orpheus and eurydice Teen Wolf The Movie Fix It Fic exactly one person asked for, that somehow turned into this sappy, angsty, true mates fix it that I adore
But I'm Gonna Love You Anyhow by Hella_Meyers
It didn't feel real. It couldn't be possible. The news sent Stiles falling to his knees. But in the retelling of the story, he realized one crucial mistake. Never underestimate the Nogitsune. And never make plans without consulting Stiles. Now he had to go and fix everything.
Resurrection by Amethystina
Derek hadn't planned to die, least of all when he had finally started to acknowledge the growing attraction he felt for Stiles — an attraction he knew was mutual. But die he did, his soul ending up in Purgatory just like he had been told that it would. Despite this he felt unable to let go. He couldn't forget the life he had left behind — his hopes for the future.
So when the opportunity presents itself for Derek to return to the land of the living, he takes it, heedless of the rules he might be breaking. Even partnering with a hunter seems like a small price to pay.
Dean Winchester can get Derek out of Purgatory and back to Stiles. Derek's willing to take that chance.
here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed by elisela
Stiles doesn’t go home right away.
The urge is there—when he answers the phone to Lydia’s shaking voice, when he gets the text from his dad, when he stares out at the sun glowing soft peach and golden over the buildings in D.C. and he thinks about Derek never seeing another sunrise. It’s there weeks later when he gets a check from the Estate of Derek Hale, when he crumples it up and throws it in the trash, when he fishes it out an hour later and tries to salvage it by weighing it down with a book from the Hale vault.
It’s there, it’s there, it’s there.
Stiles doesn’t listen to it.
Because Stiles isn’t going back to Beacon Hills to say goodbye.
Save Him From Himself by Hisvoicebrokemyheart
Eli pulled out the strip of paper the Sheriff tucked in his hand every night since he drove him to LA to stay with Scott and Allison. The only thing printed on it was a ten-digit phone number. When he searched the number, all the returns were work profiles for Stiles Stilinski. Eli didn't feel like he knew much of anything since he watched his dad die, but he needed something to go his way. Maybe whatever that was would be on the other end of the line.
Gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day by TalesoftheEnchantedForest
If Allison gets to be resurrected, then so does Derek.
From Ashes by Jerakeen
Magic hates Stiles. He doesn't know why Deaton insists he can use it.
In the Name of Love by ReginaNocis
Stiles was two weeks into the FBI academy semester that he’d promised to teach; instructing young students how to go about damage control- how to put out fires, in a sense. That’s what his course was called: Putting Out Fires for Beginners. He’d been calling his son every night, and he had a constant stream of texts with both Derek and his father. Even Melissa had checked in with him once. They all knew how hard it was for him to be away from his family.
He’d gotten the sense that something was wrong early that morning, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. Derek would have told him if something was wrong, he was sure of it. That feeling wouldn’t quite leave him alone, though, and he was on edge through his classes that whole day. Just as he was about to dismiss his last class, his phone lit up with the last name he expected to see: Creeperwolf (Peter).
~~
In which Stiles finds out about the Nogitsune just a little bit too late, and shows up to fix everything. Because we deserve a happy ending.
Give him back by christinchen
Eli feels lost and has seemingly nowhere to turn. Until a stranger knocks on his car window and demands to know how he got his car!
lol but now my brain is thinking about how Derek will storm into the loft after a particularly bad day. Stiles somewhere cheerful going, “hi, baby! i already made dinner; it’s soup but i didn’t exactly follow the recipe so it might be— OH!”
Derek had kicked off his shoes, picked Stiles up in his arms, not hearing a single word his mate said — just stomped over to the couch and still keeping Stiles curled in his arms, burying his head in the slope of Stiles’ neck.
“i just need this right now,” is maybe the only thing Derek can get out. it’s enough for Stiles to catch the hint, twisting his body more comfortably to fully embrace Derek in his arms, kissing his temple and just saying, “okay.”
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