Imagine the first time Stiles comes back to BH after a few years he gets bitten and something awakens.
Stiles came back after a rough case, his flight landed at midnight and as much as he would love to get some sleep he has to see his dad. He goes directly to the Sheriffâs station and his dad is so happy to see him. He ends up feeling guilty for being away for this long and promises himself he would visit more often. The sheriffâs shift isnât over yet, he sends Stiles home to get some rest only for him to get attacked outside the station. He tries to fight but the guys a lot stronger. He sees the Alphaâs eyes flash right before he gets bitten and everything goes dark.
The only pack members left in BH are Derek, Malia, Sheriff, Melissa, and Parrish.
Lydia is somewhere doing complex work in math/science, Kira took control over her homicidal fox spirit and started college later than L & M, Liam and Mason go to the same college, Deaton ended up leaving with Scott when he starts college and theyâve been doing real veterinarian work with a small side of supernatural duties in Davis (although they donât call him the Alpha that was so cringe in the movie đ), Derek opened a new auto shop, Maliaâs temporarily back from traveling & helps with Eli, and Peter is just being Peter. Nothing new at all for the Sheriff, Melissa, or Parrish đ.
Parrish returns from a noise complaint and finds Stiles bleeding out. He tries to stop the bleeding, calls for the Sheriff and an ambulance. Melissaâs the one who notices that the blood is turning black.
Derek gets home and goes to check on Eli after seeing Malia asleep on the couch with the TV playing in the background. Once he makes sure Eliâs all comfy he goes to check on Malia but gets a call from Parrish. Malia wakes up mid call heard Stiles + bitten + something wrong freaks out. Derek isnât freaking out but experiencing extreme Deja Vu. They canât leave Eli alone so they take him with them to the hospital.
At the hospital Stiles is only getting worse. Melissa is worried she canât help, the Sheriff is scared of losing his son, they wouldnât be able bring themselves to tell Scott if he really dies. Sheriff feels guilty for telling him to go home, not taking Stiles home, not hearing anything.
Malia and Derek get to the hospital and take his pain. Parrish and Malia leave to find the Alpha. Derek says there isnât a solution he knows of and he calls Deaton only for him to tell them theres nothing to help as far as he knows. Scott rushes back to BH, Derek never leaves Stilesâ side. He ends up calling Peter to watch Eli for the rest of the night. Peter is surprised the bite isnât taking but also sad because Stiles is his favorite.
Stiles ends up dying. Scott couldnât make it in time. Parrish and Malia didnât find the Alpha. Derek took his pain the entire time with Melissa and his dad standing beside him. Derek wouldnât let go of his hand. They gave him a minute to let those complicated feelings for the jeep loose. Derek tells him that the jeep is completely fixed. It took forever but he was able to do it even if he doesnât understand how. And Stiles didnât get to see it.
BOOM things in the room start to float, stiles comes back to life. FIN (No idea how I wanted that to end but sterek endgame, sciles besties, scira endgame, marrish endgame đđ)
I was so ready to type an angry message when Stiles died, but you brought it back around.
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I am desperately looking for a sterek fanfic and I was wondering if you could help! I remember it being a bit or die situation with stiles and Derek being worried he fucked up because stiles couldnât consent. Stiles and Derek bond and stiles sleeps in dereks bed at one point. I believe the sherif is brought into the loop because of stiles turning but he may have known before hand.
I think it's Better Than Dead. Maybe. The bite that binds is similar with a bitten Stiles.
Better Than Dead by heartsdesire456 | 27.4K | Explicit
When Stiles is gravely injured, the only way to save him is for Derek to turn him. However, Derek never did learn exactly what certain bites meant and, without this knowledge, he accidentally claims Stiles as his mate. Alpha werewolves mate forever. However...
Betas don't.
the bite that binds (the gift that gives)Â by rubykatewriting | 35.9K (x)
Stiles steps in at the wrong moment and is forced to accept the bite or die.
Itâs Stilesâ first full moon since he was bitten and heâs struggling.
For @staffofoppression
(You can read it here on AO3)
He ran through the shadows and the darkness that surrounded him. He wove his way through the undergrowth. His bare feet pounded the damp earth as he ran through the dense woods, splashing the cool mud against his pale skin.
There was a dull pain as the jagged twigs and outstretched branches scratched and clawed at his bare skin, but the pain didnât seem to register in his mind; all he could think about was running.
Around him, the usual autumn tones of brown, gold and red were darkened by the night, now a dreary mix of greys and heavy black shadows. Dense foliage hung overhead, filtered streams of silver light surrounded him seeping through the canopy and dancing across the ground.
The glow of the full moon lit his world, filling him with energy and spurring him on. The burning power filled his veins, igniting his soul as he ran.
Among the darkness of the woods, he could make out the fluorescent bleached skeletons of the birch trees, their slender trunks lining the shadows as eye-like rings watched him from all angles.
The cool air filled his lungs, the bitterly cold chill biting at his pale cheeks.
He bounded over fallen trees and large logs, leaping over tree stumps and felled branches.
He didnât stop running, not until he saw the wolf.
The large black wolf stood in front of him, blocking his path. Their fur was as dark as the night and their eyes glowed with a bright crimson glow.
Stiles slowed to a halt, his broken, panting breaths turning to a misty cloud in the cool night air. He felt his eyes burn with power as they glowed in response to his alpha.
Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head into his hands as he slowly regained control of himself.
The wolf slowly rose, morphing back into their human form and walking over to Stilesâ side.
âAre you okay?â Derek asked, gently prying Stilesâ arms away from his head and craning his neck to look him in the eye.
Stiles nodded, looking up as he let out a measured sigh.
âI lost control for a moment,â Stiles told him.
âItâs alright,â Derek said soothingly. âThese things happen.â
âI thought the bite was meant to cure things,â Stiles mused. âWhy does it not work for ADHD?â
âBecause ADHD isnât like other disorders,â Derek said. âItâs not like epilepsy or pneumonia; your brain is just wired differently.â
âSo Iâm a werewolf with ADD?â
âDonât all dogs have ADD?â Derek said light-heartedly, hoping his joke would cheer Stiles up somewhat.
Stiles dropped his head, muttering something that Derek didnât hear.
Derek took another step forward. He gently slid a finger beneath Stilesâ chin and coaxed him to look up and meet Derekâs soft gaze. His eyes flickered red and a small smile toyed with the corners of his lips as Stilesâ lit up with a golden glow in return.
He cupped Stilesâ cheek and leant forward, pressing a tender, loving kiss to Stilesâ forehead
âYou should probably chain me up,â Stiles said, dejected.
Derek shook his head, chuckling slightly as he said, âYou would only find a way to escape.â
âI canât trust myself,â Stiles said, grimacing as he felt the hypnotic call of the full moon burn at the back of his mind. âI donât want to end up hurting someone.â
âYouâre not going to hurt anyone,â Derek promised. âThe worst youâve done is run through the woods. Youâre not snapping or snarling. You havenât hurt me and youâre not going to hurt anyone else.â
Stiles dropped his gaze, staring down at his feet.
âItâll take time to get used to all of this; to learn how to control it,â Derek said softly. âThis is only your first full moon and youâre already doing better than the others.â
âIt doesnât feel like I am,â Stiles admitted.
âYou are,â Derek reassured him, his voice soft but firm.
Derek pulled Stiles into a tight hug, holding him close for a moment. As he stepped back, he wrapped his arm around Stilesâ shoulders, guiding him back through the woods in the direction heâd come from.
Derek had done a good job at restoring the Hale house. The walls were covered in crisp white paint. A few of the support beams that framed the room had been replacedâthe large beams weathered, scarred and stained in an effort to match the surviving beans that had been burnt and distorted by the fire; bent and twisted like body of Atlas bowing beneath an unimaginable weight.
The house smelt of sweet dew and crisp pine trees, but there was a lingering bitter smell of ash that never seemed to fade.
There were scattered signs of history and new life mingling among the ruins. There were pieces of furniture that had been restored or salvaged, wooden tables with charred legs and warped paint like scars. The walls of the hallways were lined with photos of the Hale familyâpictures that Stiles and the pack had helped Derek track downâand new photos; photos of the pack.
Two large windows framed the front door, silver moonlight streaming through them and illuminating the angelic swirl of the sparkling particles of dust.
Stiles stepped into the hallway, his head bowed in shame as Derek shut the front door behind them and locked it.
Stiles made his way into the living room.
There were two large sofas and two arm chairs, arranged in a circle that faced the fireplace in the centre of the room.
The fire was lit, the warm glow filling the room and the sound of crackling soothing Stiles as he watched the wavering flames dance about.
A row of old hard cover books with fragile withered and frayed spines sat atop the mantle, held upright by two bookends that Derek had made himself. Beside the books were more photographs and an arrangement of little trinkets that Derek had collected over the years or that the pack had given him as gifts.
Derek stepped up behind Stiles, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him back against his chest.
Stiles let out a deep sigh, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment as he relaxed, falling back into Derekâs arms and melting into his warmth.
âI still think you should chain me up,â Stiles said after a while.
âI have another idea,â Derek said.
He scooped Stiles off his feet â delighted by the sound of his playful laughter â and carried him over to the couch.
He carefully laid Stiles down on the cushions, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his lips before straightening up.
âYouâre just going to make me lie here?â Stiles asked, somewhat sceptical. âHow are you going to stop me from getting up?â
âI have my ways,â Derek said with a coy smirk.
Derek shifted into his wolf form, gracefully climbing up onto the couch and laying on top of Stiles.
Stiles burst into a fit of laughter, shaking Derek as his chest rose and fell with his chuckling.
Derek stretched out, pinning Stiles down. He laid his head down on Stilesâ chest, looking up at the man lovingly.
âYouâre really going to just lie there?â Stiles asked.
Derek nodded.
âThis is your brilliant plan to make sure I donât move?â
Derek nodded again.
âIs this because I said that there was an unspoken law that says you are not allowed to move when a pet lies on you?â
There was a glint of mischief in Derekâs eyes that seemed to say âyesâ.
Stiles chuckled.
âYou know what?â he started, but his argument died away in his throat. He shook his head, smiling as he said, âYouâre right. Iâm not moving.â
Derek lifted his head slightly, licking Stilesâ chin.
Stiles screwed up his face. âThatâs gross.â
Derek shifted slightly, resting his chin on Stilesâ chest and settling. HIs eyes slowly drifted shut as he fell asleep.
Yeah, Iâm definitely not moving, Stiles thought.
He carefully lifted his hand and gently patted Derek, running his fingers through Derekâs soft fur.
Exhaustion began to take its toll on him. Stilesâ eyes grew heavy. He wrapped an arm around Derek as his eyes drifted shut and sleep pulled him under.
When Stiles woke the next morning, the golden light of morning bled through the large bay window of the living room. The fire had long gone out, the embers cold and the grey ash piled at the bottom of the fireplace.
Beyond the window he could hear the sweet twittering of singing birds.
But what was most noticeable was that Derek wasnât there.
Stiles let out a weak groan as he pushed himself upright and looked around.
Derek had laid a soft blanket over him, the soft fabric pooling around his waist as he straightened up.
He slowly rolled his shoulder, feeling he tense muscles ache. Heâd been bitten nearly a month ago, and although the wound had long healed, there were times when Stiles could swear he could still feel it.
He carefully pushed aside the blanket and swung his legs over the side of the couch. He screwed up his face when he looked down at his feet. His pale skin was covered in dried mud and scratches that were darkened by dried blood.
Stiles carefully set his feet down on the floor, wincing as he put weight on his tender feet. He rose from the couch, slowly hobbling out of the living room and into the kitchen.
Derek stood by the kitchen bench, a cup of coffee in one hand as he flipped through the newspaper with the other.
Stiles dragged his feet across the hardwood floors as he crossed over to Derek, wrapping his arms around his boyfriendâs waist and burying his face in the curve of Derekâs neck.
âGood morning,â Derek said softly. âHow do you feel?â
Stiles let out a weak moan.
âMaybe this will make you feel better,â Derek said. He set down his mug and picked up another cup on the counter, holding it out to Stiles.
Stiles pouted as he took the mug of coffee from Derek. He cupped it in his hands, letting the warmth seep into the palms of his hands. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the rich smell of the bitter coffee before sipping at it.
âWhatâs wrong?â Derek asked.
âNothing,â Stiles replied.
âStiles,â Derek said, craning his neck to look Stiles in the eye.
âI was hoping youâd still be there when I woke up,â Stiles admitted.
A small smile turned up the corners of Derekâs lips. He grabbed the front of Stilesâ shirt and pulled him close. He turned slightly, leaning back against the bench and wrapping his arms around Stiles.
âIâm sorry,â he said. He reached up and gently brushed aside a stray strand of hair that fell forward in Stilesâ face. He leant forward and pressed a tender kiss to Stilesâ cheek.
âSo thatâs your plan for every full moon now, youâre going to shift and lie on me so I canât move?â Stiles asked.
Derek pretended to think about it. âYeah, pretty much.â
A mischievous smile played across Derekâs lips.
Stiles rolled his eyes.
âHey,â Derek said, a touch of offence in his voice. âIt worked, didnât it?â
âYeah, it did,â Stiles submitted. He sipped at his coffee.
âHow do you feel?â
âExhausted and full of energy at the same time,â Stiles replied.
âThe energy is because of the moon. For a few days before and after a full moon, youâll feel more energetic than usual,â Derek explained. âAnd feeling exhausted is normal after a full moon, especially if you spent most of the night running through a forest.â
Stiles looked down at his dirty feet covered in scratches and sneered.
âI need a shower,â Stiles said, stepping back from Derek and setting the empty coffee mug down in the sink.
âYeah, you do,â Derek teased. âYou stink.â
âYou stink,â Stiles replied out of habit.
Derek smirked. âI guess I need a shower too then. Mind if I join you?â
Imagine Stiles, now FBI agent visits Beacon Hills series post-canon, ends up getting bitten but the bite gives him a similar reaction to Lydia. Preferably while Derek and Eli there.
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Hey! Do you or any of your followers know of any fics where Derek gives Stiles the bite? I'm not sure how to phrase it as a search in AO3 so was just wondering if you could help. Thanks!
Hey! Well Iâm not sure a search phrase would have helped because a lot of these fics arenât tagged in any obvious way. This took a bit of google-fu đ
Perchance to Dream by Crimson1 | 9.4K
After the pool incident, Derek decides that the only way to be sure he can trust Stiles, the only way to be sure he can keep Stiles safeâŠis to bring him into the pack. What he doesnât expect is for Stiles to wake up before he can bite him, thinking he is having the best dream of his life.
Better Than Dead by heartsdesire456 | 27.4K
When Stiles is gravely injured, the only way to save him is for Derek to turn him. However, Derek never did learn exactly what certain bites meant and, without this knowledge, he accidentally claims Stiles as his mate. Alpha werewolves mate forever. HoweverâŠ
Betas donât.
That Depends On How You Define Werewolf by janonny | 16.6K
âI didnât shoot him if thatâs what youâre worried about,â said Stilesâ dad. Then he smiled wryly. âThough I did push him against the wall and threaten to strangle him with my bare hands.â
Stiles gaped at his dad, because DerekâŠwas Derek. And the Stilinski men werenât exactly buff. They were built more slender and agile, though Stiles was still waiting for the agile part to kick in.
Found The Place To Rest My Head by Lapin | 5.4K
There are selkies being controlled, and a witch out for power, and thereâs Derek and Stiles. Thereâs always Derek and Stiles, and if Derek has his way, it will always, always be that way.
Unbroken by Piscaria | 43.4K
When Stiles starts getting sick, he assumes his appetite loss and lethargy stem from the darkness the Nemeton left in his heart. But soon enough, even he canât deny that heâs showing the same symptoms his mom had. When heâs forced to face the truth about his illness, Stiles finds himself making a choice he never thought heâd make.
What Desperate Times Call For by taelynhawker | 6.8K
Stiles could have stayed on campus, he might have been safe there. But his pack is in danger and he wonât leave them alone to face it. Derekâs forced to make a choice he never wanted to.
Magnetic by Jadesymb | 6.1K
Stiles is mortally wounded, and Derek gives him the bite to save his life. Stilesâ new werewolf senses allow him to smell his Alpha in a whole new way.
Pale Horses by Jana_C | 56K
Being bitten had never been on his to-do list, but he could deal with that. Helping Derek Hale become a competent Alpha, though, that was so not in his job description.
Making a Memory by beenwandering | 2.7K
Stiles was prepared for what would come after the bite. He knew what to expect and, despite his worries, he was ready for his new life. Apparently very ready. Or, âthat one where Stiles canât be anything other than Stiles, even when heâs a wolf.â
Strong, Stronger, Strongest by Green | 16.2K
Close to death, Stiles can choose to die or accept Derek as his Alpha. It's up to the rest of the pack to heal him and face the Alpha pack threat.
"Weâre all shapeshifters. It happens rarely, and it happens for a reason. Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are." â Derek Hale, Season 2 Episode 5
âI didnât shoot him if thatâs what youâre worried about,â said Stilesâ dad. Then he smiled wryly. âThough I did push him against the wall and threaten to strangle him with my bare hands.â
Stiles gaped at his dad, because DerekâŠwas Derek. And the Stilinski men werenât exactly buff. They were built more slender and agile, though Stiles was still waiting for the agile part to kick in.
If you had asked Stiles how he thought he was going to die he would have said something supernatural⊠like impaling himself on the horn of a unicorn, being eaten by an honest to god fire breathing dragon, or pissing off a werewolf - yeah definitely at the hands of a werewolf. His answer certainly wouldnât have been something like this - something so⊠human.
