I was about to post on a fic search community for a fic I wanted to reread, but I’m glad I decided to look through the last couple of pages of searches, because I asked about the exact same fic in October.
You’d think this would encourage me to keep track of the fics I like but…
Fic: Nowhere Man
Tags: Mpreg (off screen), Angst, Derek doesn’t like it when others play in Stiles’ sandbox, Possessive Behavior, stalker behavior, description of panic attacks, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Kidnapping, Partner Betrayal, and Descriptions of Assault
When Stiles leaves Beacon Hills, he does it without a backwards glance. For two years he is happy on the other side of the country- until someone targets not only him, but his daughter.
Unfortunately, the asshole bodyguard his dad hired to make sure he gets back home is none other than Derek Hale. And that’s reallynot very good for either of them.
My thoughts: This was originally rec’d to me by one of my best friends, and it was as wonderful as she said. While there’s not much on screen mpreg (there’s an epilogue with a delivery) it does have the most adorable kid, and so much angst I wanted to curl into a ball and cry (which is a good thing?)
when you think about it fanfiction is actually amazing
there are thousands of brilliantly written novel-length stories kids wrote from their own brains about characters and shows/books/movies they love all twined into the internet and other kids read these 50k+ stories in their own time and invest themselves in it
nobody’s being paid to write it and nobody’s being told to read it, people do it because they legitimately enjoy it
that is just kind of amazing
loislame replied to your post: some things i have in my file of unfinished fics:…“a drabble wherein the pack has an election for a new alpha” omg i want to read this more than anything. derek you poor baby.
They burst into the warehouse in the middle of an argument. Boyd snaps, “Well, we made it out, didn’t we?” as he wrenches his t-shirt off.
“By the skin of our teeth,” yells Scott. He whirls to face Erica. “If you and Derek had called me sooner—”
“Sorry,” Erica bites, “we were a little busy fighting off a fucking monster, Scott.”