~ A Pushing Daisies AU
Derek is nine years old when he discovers the gift that he’s been given. A gift that he didn’t necessarily ask for. Derek can touch dead things and bring them back to life. But not without consequences and conditions, many of which are heartbreaking.
Many years later, his path crosses that of his childhood sweetheart, Stiles, in very unfortunate circumstances. But now, Derek’s gift gives him the power to save Stiles. And damned be the consequences.
“Where are we going?” Derek asks instead.
“Beacon Hills,” Allison answers him, and Derek’s heart skips up a bit at the name of his home town. “You ever been there?”
“You could say that,” Derek says, letting out a deep breath. “I kinda grew up there. Before boarding school.”
“Well, get ready to go back then,” Allison says, “You free this afternoon?”
“I can ask Scott to keep an eye on the restaurant,” Derek nods, “I’ve done all my baking for today. So… this dead guy from Beacon Hills, does he have a name?”
“Gościsław Stilinski,” Allison says, and Derek’s heart stops beating.
“Stiles…” he whispers out, swallowing around the lump in his throat.
side by side we shall stand
with courage coursing through our veins
and power thrumming from our fingertips.
our voices loud like a war cry
Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.
Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.
Most probably homicide.
Plot twist: It doesn’t.
“Dude, I want my whole vacation paid for,” Stiles argues, the next night, an hour before they have to leave for the beach, waving at the informational poster in his hand.
“I’ll pay for the damn trip,” Derek argues, snatching the paper away from him. Stiles huffs in annoyance. “What part of this sounds like a good plan Stiles?” Derek asks, incredulous. “There’s no way in hell we could ever actually win!”
“Then what’s there to lose!” Stiles shouts. “It’s not like it could hurt to try!”
“I’m pretty sure that’s just a serious lack of imagination on your part,” Derek reasons.
“C’mon you’ve nearly died like eight times, this isn’t even a thing that registers on the Derek Hale scale ‘o man pain,” Stiles snaps.
“I don’t know,” Derek grumbles, “pretending to be in a relationship with you seems a decent form of torture,” he sighs. Stiles’ face crumples into an angry pout and he crosses his arms over his chest.
“You are a sizeable jackass, and when we win the reimbursement I’m sharing none of it with you. I’m spending it all on Reese’s and porn subscriptions,” Stiles hisses, pushing a laughing Derek out of the way in his attempt to get to the bathroom to get ready.
Baby Betas and Daddy Derek
Warm up drawing from the verse of a Sterek comic I’ve been working on.
I live for snarky merman!Stiles and 100000% done marine life rescue center owner!Derek