u/babylex77

I assume it has been taken off AO3, but I am hoping it may be somewhere else.

I read this fic around 2018/2019 and was foolish and didn't bookmark it. It was a long fic, no chapters. It was about Stiles, post-trauma, going down to Louisiana (I think) by himself to recover, and he ends up connecting with the swamp and basically becoming a swamp witch. At the end of the fic, Scott and Derek show up. It might've been tagged for Sterek, but that would've only been at the very end; the fic was mainly Stiles ' recovery-focused. I remember descriptions of snakes and spiders living in his hair and resting on his body, because he had become one with the swamp.

I looked on AO3, and it seems like there are actually a good amount of fics similar to this, but none are the one I am looking for.

Thanks for any help; I am desperate to find it!

(repost after I read the rules!)

This is an ex I was with from 18-21. When we first started dating, he gave me a blanket to take home because I was always cold, and he wanted me to have something of his. Later, he told me never to bring the blanket around his family because it had been his dad's baby blanket and then his, and he didn't want his dad to know he'd lent it to me.

When ex and I broke up 3 years later, it was not on good terms. We immediately went no-contact, so I put everything he'd given me into a box in my childhood closet. Only a few months after that, my family cat died. My parents were looking for something to wrap and bury our cat in and found an "old blanket" in a box in my closet. I literally watched them wrap our dead cat in this family heirloom and bury it in the ground in the backyard, and never said anything.

A few months after that, ex's mom reached out to me and said they were going to mail back some stuff I'd left at their house, and said they'd pay for anything I needed to mail back to my ex. I claimed not to have anything of significance. At this point, all I really had of his was an old sweater. I never heard from him or his family ever again.

I am 29 now, and I still randomly remember I let that happen and feel guilty about it. He was really terrible to me at the end of our relationship, but I'm not sure that justifies it. Spiraled about it again for a few minutes today and decided I just needed to get it off my chest!