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Don’t want to be a stranger Want to be the one you need (x)

My sister said to draw something to the songs she is listening to and I said ‘ok’ XD

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> sees @myrrhhymns' 'bunny teeth' tag for derek/hoechlin >> haha bunny derek >> hold on... bunny suit derek... >> with great power comes great responsibility.png AKA if i can imagine it i can draw it and so i have to draw it you know?

also holy stylistic pivot batman - tried out a lot of new things here hehe

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hello! i love ur fic recs and have read most of them! I was wondering if you had any fic recs on soulmates/soulmate identifying marks au? tysm!

hello! of course!

its derek hale wtf by bleep0bleep

Stiles doesn’t buy the whole magical, transcendent soulmate reveal story, snickers at all those movies where the couple touches each others marks for the first time, eyes glimmering over in emotion when they feel the bond surge through their bodies (who comes up with this stuff?), shakes his head at all those dreamy-eyed people willing to shell out money to track down their other half. Stiles is just really ambivalent about the whole thing. He meets his other half in his lifetime? Cool. If not? It’s just fine; he’s happy where he is. At least that’s what he keeps telling himself. ~ You know how this story ends, but how does it begin?

My Mother Told Me by Renmackree

Stiles joined the Emissary program to help Alpha wolves settle into their new roles and to follow in his mother’s footsteps. She had always told him he was destined to run with the wolves, but he thought she meant Scott and his pack. Instead, Stiles finds himself sent to Thingvallavatn, Iceland, with Alpha Derek Hale. It's clear the Alpha is hiding a part of him that Stiles can’t reach, but when a monster comes to threaten the pack, it’s always great to have someone in your corner with a little mischief up their sleeve

A Match Unmade in Beacon Hills by KouriArashi

Derek met his soulmate Kate Argent when he was 15, and he's tried for years to understand why his soulmate is so cruel to him. Then he meets Stiles Stilinski, who has no soulmate mark, an extremely rare phenomenon. Stiles thinks that he's destined to be alone forever, but apparently fate has other plans...

Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant. Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

Second Chances by rootbeer

"A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. 'Excuse me'; 'thank you'; 'hello'. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you' or 'Wow you’re really pretty'. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them. Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world' tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret."

Cloaked in Gold by kaistrex (weishen)

Stiles' world tilts, the bed dipping as a weight settles over him, caging him in. Growling. His eyes flutter open in distant confusion as hot air sweeps over his throat and he stares up at twin beams of gold shining inches from his face. Werewolf. Stiles does the only thing he can. “DAD!” The werewolf jumps at the sudden shout, blanketing him tighter, and it’s only seconds until his dad is in his bedroom doorway with Melissa close behind, flicking on the light. Stiles' mouth drops open as he stares up at the thick eyebrows, sharp nose and perfectly groomed stubble of a golden-eyed and fanged Derek Hale. - When son of the Alpha, Derek Hale, ends up in his bed in heat, Stiles decides to use it to his advantage and secure the Bite for his sick stepbrother. As he and his family are welcomed into the Hale pack, Stiles grows closer to Derek than he'd ever dreamed he'd get, but with the fanged Soulbite of a born wolf on Derek's neck, he knows he's just setting himself up for heartbreak. Derek has a Soulmate out there, and it definitely isn't Stiles.

Wayward and Down by amberography

Pack is family. Family is everything. This is Stiles' senior year, and it's nothing he could have imagined. or That time it took not one, but two separate troll attacks and a malevolent coven of witches for Stiles to figure out how he felt about Derek.

The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 

“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!” Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’ “Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind. “Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!

Lest the Fire Consume by the_ragnarok

5 times Derek recognized his mate, and the time Stiles recognized him in return.

Everyone Needs a Little Mischief in Their Life by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Finally, against his better judgement, and having gone in circles for much too long, he blurted out, “Who is my soulmate?” The Witch looked disappointed, like he’d fucked up. Like he’d fucked up bad. But she answered anyway. “Mischief.” Derek stared at her, not understanding, because what? “That’s not a name,” he insisted. “Not exactly, no.” She offered him a small smile. “I don’t understand.” “You will.”

Strike Me A Match by clotpolesonly

Derek stared at the reporter on the campus lounge’s television screen, gleefully reporting on Ignition’s latest fight. Behind her floated a photograph of him mid-battle, zoomed in on where his bodysuit had been slashed open across his left shoulder blade. It was a little blurry, a little pixelated, but more than clear enough to get a good look at the black mark on the bare skin there. “Oh shit,” came Erica’s delighted voice as she dropped down onto the couch beside Derek. “Let the circus begin!” Derek’s his heart dropped; circus was right. He resisted the impulse to reach for the spot on his own shoulder blade that itched and burned. It wouldn’t do him any good. He could make all the calls, send in all the verifiably undoctored photos of identical marks, make all the noise and fuss he wanted. With the buzz and the confusion, it wouldn’t matter. No one would believe him. True match-ups never made it through a circus like this. -- In which Derek discovers his soulmate is a superhero too far out of his reach to ever actually be with. But it doesn't feel right to flirt back at Stiles now either, no matter how much Derek wants to. Amazing or not, he's not Derek's soulmate.

Stamp of Approval by JessicaMDawn

All soulmates share a birthmark. A angry fan of Derek Hale, movie star, pulls his shirt down and reveals his mark. In Beacon Hills, Stiles Stilinski gets on the internet and sees shady pap photos of, apparently, his soulmate. So how do you contact a famous person to tell them "Hey… I'm kinda your soulmate maybe?" when hundreds of other people are tweeting them the same thing?

I'm Lost In You by matildajones

He knows he should move but a part of him still feels paralyzed. He has clear feelings of not being able to move his body, of not being able to even blink.  “Oh my god,” Stiles says, and he clambers to his feet, feeling dizzy. He easily finds a mirror in the room and then the most gorgeous eyes stare back at him. They’re a sea-green instead of the normal brown that he’s used to. He’s looking at his soulmate. -- Stiles wakes up in his soulmate's body, on his twenty-second birthday, with blurry memories of the past year. Derek doesn't wake up at all.

The Chase by saltandbyrne

Derek's fourth Chase will be his last if he doesn't catch an omega this time. He's starting to doubt this whole soul-mate thing anyway, at least until someone from his past shows up and gives him the run of his life.

Of Soulmates, Pseudonyms and Misunderstandings by halcyon1993

Ever since he asked his mother why she had his dad's name tattooed on her left wrist, Derek has dreamed of finding his soulmate. There's only one problem—the name that appears on his wrist on his eighteenth birthday is something he can't even read.

Suspect Spells from the Internet, or: How Stiles Found His Soul Mate by seraphina_snape

"Yo," Scott said, eyes wide. "Was that Derek in your room?" Stiles groaned and smacked his forehead, mostly because Scott was too far away to smack and he didn't really need a broken hand from punching the wall on top of everything. "Wait," Scott said, his face impossibly close to the webcam. "Is Derek your soul mate?!"

No Time Like the Future by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

It wasn’t until he was ten that the full explanation came to him, because every year when a group of kids turned ten, schools had a one-day course specifically about soulmates, what they meant, and why everyone had weird writing on their arms. Derek remembered sitting in that all-day class, completely horrified, and absolutely devastated. The course leader made it sound like a good thing. Soulmates were the other half of your own being, they were the person you were supposed to love and cherish, who would understand every part of you, and all that other garbage nonsense. He was not here for this. It wasn’t that Derek had any understanding of love—not romantic love, and certainly not at ten years old—but he read a lot of books and watched some shows and movies with his family, and love looked like something different in those environments. Love looked like a choice, like the meeting of people, and the getting to know them, and actively falling in love with a person because they were amazing and nice and just fit. Soulmates didn’t sound like that.

Dude, There's A Wolf On My Bed by DeathsLights

There's a wolf on his bed....chewing on his pillow. Stiles stared at the wolf. The wolf stared back, its jaws clamped around the pillow. The wolf is large, black and has fangs that he's sure would tear him apart....shit.

Across the Lake (Tarsainn an Locha) by Renmackree

On a backpacking trip through Scotland to celebrate college graduation, Stiles stumbles on a village shrouded in fog and mystery where the people dress and behave as if they are living four hundred years in the past... -------- “Ye’re actually...” His voice was lighter than expected, but the brogue sent a shiver over Stiles’ spine as he spoke. “Ye’re here.” The man’s face was a mask of surprise, like he knew exactly who Stiles was and hadn’t expected to see him today– but Stiles didn’t know who he was. Had they met in a different town before? “Here I am, what are your other two wishes?” Stiles winked at the man, his voice just a bit flirtatious. “I like your kilt.”

They Don't Know How Long It Takes (Waiting For a Love Like This) by crossroadswrite 

Everyone knows that soulmates have a 86% rate of successful marriages, but everyone also knows that for you to find your soulmate you'll need an incredible amount of luck and to go through the hardest, most marking moment of your life for the bond to kick in and call them to you. If you're a werewolf, then you won't need to wait that long. Some people will say you just know, others will call bullshit. Derek is four when he meets his soulmate and he doesn't know because no one will tell him. Not until he's older. And it'll be a bit of an unprecedent case given that he met his soulmate even before he was born.

Take My Mind, Take My Pain by LessonsFromMoths

Soulmate AU where you have a black stain where your soulmate is supposed to touch you for the first time and it turns to millions of colors once they do. Stiles was born with a very visible black palm on his cheek.

Word By Word by Cobrilee

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable. Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm. Are you 18?

To Leave A Mark by Fanfiction_is_Literature

Stiles Stilinski was born with a strange mark on his skin that resembled a paw print. No one thought much about it since birthmarks weren't rare, but Stiles started to notice it change as he got older. Derek Hale was a rare werewolf: the kind with a soulmark on his skin. But as tragedy struck both him and his mate, his interest dwindled in finding him or her. That is, until he started to notice similar changes from his mark in a certain teenaged boy with an alarming amount of moles. Or: The Soulmate AU where soulmates are rare and get tattoo-looking marks on their skins that describe their mate.

of soulmates and assumptions by EvanesDust

It’s the first day of school and Derek should be happy and excited. He’s finally a senior. His final year of school before he’s free. Instead though, he’s met with a strange burning on his wrist. ‘Yeah, right’ Derek stares down at the apparent first words his soulmate will speak to him as they etch across his wrist. It doesn’t hurt as much as he’s been told. At least not the mark itself, but the words… Those hurt. As a werewolf, he’s naturally blessed with a muscular physique and he’s been called attractive enough times that he’s never really been self-conscious. Looking at the words though, he wonders why they seem so…snarky? Like he’s not good enough.

Meet Your Mark by SylvieW

Stiles was born with his mark on his chest. He didn’t worry too much about meeting his soulmate, until he got pulled into the principal’s office to determine if his soulmate was part of the werewolf pack that lived outside of town. After a rocky start, Stiles has to get to know his soulmate, and decide between the life he’s known and a life with Derek.

Strip Poker by kaistrex (weishen)

Stiles just doesn’t understand. All the other Soulbites he’s ever seen have been neat, charming things: his dad’s with a cute crooked incisor on the upper jaw bite from his mom, Scott with his perfect fairy-tale match in Allison. But this— It’s ugly. He looks like he’s been savaged, like whoever these teeth belonged to didn’t just bite, but sank their teeth in and shook. They look like—like they’re from an animal. Who the hell could make a mark like this? - When Stiles’ Soulbite manifests on his neck and makes it look like he’s been mauled by an animal, he takes to spending most of his time hiding it in the preserve. It would be the perfect haven if it wasn’t for Derek Hale being such a creeper. Or, 5 times Derek stalks Stiles in the preserve, and 1 time he stalks him in his room.

How To Make a Werewolf not Hate You (side affects may include love). by AlexTheShipper

Derek is trying to hold out for his soul mate Genim and refuses to fall for Stiles and his cute moles. Stiles thinks Derek hates him.

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Sweet summer smooches

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Based on this post by @incorrectsterekquotes​

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Derek Stiles cuddling with fluffy kitsune tails

“What? It’s fluffy.”

“… I just get worried about you sometimes.”

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"Suck it up, Hale," Stiles told Derek's ever-growing brow furrow. "No five-star Michelin meals with this boy. Today you're trying your very first street meat." Stiles' fingers drummed out a tattoo on the edge of the cart as he ordered two birria tacos, "-dos agua frescas, and a Dorilocos with extra peanuts." He elbowed Derek in the ribs. "Anything else, big guy? The menu's right there. C'mon, Der. Esta delicioso."

Derek said something in sudden, fluent Spanish that flew right over Stiles' head. "He said your pronunciation is terrible," supplied Jorge, and he exchanged a few rapid sentences with Derek while he made their and Derek snuck a pair of twenties into the tip jar.

"You speak Spanish, huh?"

Derek flushed. "We have a vacation home in Cozumel," he mumbled. "Cora had a crush on the housekeeper's daughter; she made us all-"

"Okay, simmer down; I knew it was going to be a rich kid reason." Stiles snuck Cass a tiny piece of steak. "I'm still impressed, don't worry."

"I wasn't."

"You can tell me all about your childhood misadventures later," Stiles promised, stuffing his mouth full of taco. "Ea up b'fore it gets col'."

But Derek had just glanced down at the paper basket balanced on Stiles' knee. "Are those gummy bears?" he demanded. Not even trying to hide his disgust.

So mean.

No wonder Stiles couldn't help liking him. This was third grade all over again.

"Don't worry, princess; your five-star mouth is not even ready for the delicious ambrosia of Dorilocos."

"Thank god."

"Wait, hold on. Let's kiss before I eat all these Doritos," suggested Stiles, moving in, lips puckered. Derek pushed him back with the flat of his palm, and he went, laughing, "You are such a grump."

"This isn't a date."

"Not yet." Stiles licked a drop of sauce from his lip. "I'm actually a great kisser. World-class. You're missing out."

Derek took a dainty bite of taco, chewed, and swallowed. A few feet away Cass sat sprawled out in the short grass, panting happily and taking an occasional slurp from her collapsible water bowl. There was a cart up the street that sold paletas; Stiles wondered if their recipe was dog-friendly. Stiles paused mid-bite, entranced by a vision of himself and Derek taking turns holding out a popsicle for a delighted Cassiopeia to lick.

"I might have believed that before I saw you eat."

Stiles gaped at him. "Wow. Harsh. Listen. There's a lot I can do with his mouth." He tossed a peanut into the air and caught it on his outstretched tongue. "See. Terrible pronunciation . . . Let's hear you say 'To najpyszniejsze pierogi jakie kiedykolwiek jadłem'."

The bastard repeated it perfectly. Stiles was going to buy him a dozen paletas.

"How's that taco? Good, right?"

"Si, Stiles. Es muy delicioso"

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"Ugh. uh. as much fun as 'afternoon tea' with your sister sounds, I've got plans."

". . ."

". . . It's a cooking class. No I'm not - I teach it. Once a month, at the food shelter." Stiles put a hand behind his head and yawned. His blackout curtains had gone crooked again, and there was sunlight streaming in to warm the bare strip of stomach between sheet and rumpled t-shirt.

"Some of the volunteers do this rotating thing where we teach people how to make cheap, healthy meals starring the shit everyone loves to donate - rice, beans, Hamburger Helper, etc. Stuff you can make even if you don't have granite counters and a brand-new Kitchen Aid. Like, maybe you only have a time share in a camping stove."

He scratched his stomach with his free hand. Hale's voice sounded great, even through the speakers of Stiles' ancient flip phone. He'd probably gotten a full eight hours, gone for a jog with Cassie, and then started his morning with coffee and orange juice and, like, salmon croquettes.

One day, hopefully in the very near future, Stiles fully intended to induct him into the illicit pleasures of staying up too late, lazing around in bed for an hour, and eating Cocoa Puffs for lunch.

Stiles gave himself a few absent tugs to the thought of Derek Hale, freshly showered and tucked back into his PJs for a morning of discount bacchanalia, and went on, "And maybe I offer the class a few tips on getting extra cheap produce from the days back when I was working out of other people's apartment with nothing but a single box of rubber gloves and my gun. Like, pro tip: the padlocks chain grocery stores are usually really easy pick, and most of them break after, like, two whacks with a crowbar."

". . ."

"Seriously? You think Laura would rather watch me teach people how to open canned tomatoes on a piece of hostile architecture than eat cress sandwiches at low tea?"

" . . . "

"No, shut up - they called it that because it was eaten off a high table, instead of a fancy coffee table, and it was usually working stiffs eating cheap pies, so technically I'm the one hosting 'high tea'-"

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"I can't believe you just broke in-"

"Relax," said Stiles. "You already knew I pick locks. It's fine, we're not going to vandalize anything and I'll pick the lock closed on our way out. Anyway, the guy who owns this building underpays his workers, so maybe I should've brought a spray can-" He gave Derek's hand one last tug, pulling him from the stairwell onto the roof, and watched with delight at how his eyes went wide.

"View's nice, huh?"

Derek made a small noise of agreement, turning a full 360 to take in the sight of the city below them before he finally sat, gingerly, on the very edge of one of the lawn chairs Stiles and Scott had dragged up to the roof last summer. Maybe Stiles should have offered to lay his flannel down on the seat, too, like a gentleman.

He took a moment to picture that. The look on imaginary Derek's face was priceless. Next time he'd make a big show of cleaning off all the debris for him, first.

They had a cooler around her somewhere, too, but Stiles was pretty sure there was nothing in it but some stale Bud Light.

Nothing he could serve to Derek Hale.

"I usually only smoke on special occasions, to protect my beautiful bronchi, but I stole this from my boss in case you wanted to try it."

Derek shook his head. Stiles shrugged and lit up anyway, passing the joint to the hand on his other side.

"Why do you have a lighter if you don't smoke?"

"Suspicious! In case I need to light something on fire, duh."

"Obviously," said Derek, but there was more than enough light pollution to let Stiles see the corners of his beautiful mouth tilt up.

Maybe that was a project he could get the Hale's into - shades for street lamps. He could show Derek the figures on energy waste-

Some other time.

"It's for work."

That got him an alarmed look, and Stiles snorted. "Not like that. I don’t do scarification. After I finish inking someone - if it's special work, not something from my book - I take a photo of the tattoo but then we burn the sketch. You know," Stiles played with the lighter, flicking it on and off, "I light up the corner, we toss it in the trash can and watch it burn. So now they know they have something unique. Something that just belongs to them.”

“Oh.”

 “Also, it feels like burning a top secret document, and that’s fun."

Stiles saw Derek rub his arm as he took a hit from his off hand and felt a tiny thrill of victory run through him. "You've seriously never even thought about getting a tattoo?" He nudged Derek's knee with his. "C'mon. Every sixteen year old kid thinks about getting a stick and poke just to piss off their mom."

"I had a very good relationship with my mother when I was sixteen," Derek said, primly. "She would have been horrified. I would have been horrified. What's a stick and poke?"

"Oh, that's when you tattoo someone with, like, ballpoint pen ink and a really pointy fork."

". . ."

"Pick your jaw back up, Hale, you're gonna catch flies." Stiles tapped his cheek. "I haven't done one of those since sophomore year." Stiles leaned back, took a drag of his nearly depleted joint, and looked up at the stars. "But it's too bad; I have the perfect tattoo for you, too. I already made the sketch and everything. I think you'd really like it."

Derek rubbed his eyes. ". . . what's the idea?"

"You know how your dog's named Cassiopeia? It's the constellation, but it's got her ears and her tail and her collar and she's bouncing." Stiles took a last puff and stubbed out the end on the roof. "Came out super cute." He glanced sideways at Derek, and grinned. "Is that a smile? Der. You love the idea. Admit it."

"It's . . . not the worst idea I've ever heard."

"I could put it right here, on your bicep-" Stiles poked him, "or on your upper thigh, if you want somewhere more private - c'mon, Hale. Let me get my hands on you. Just this once."

Uptown AU

This au is from my patreon, based off of the song Uptown Girl. Derek is the ‘uptown girl’. He’s an Ivy league lawyer, with a whole lot of money and Stiles is a well known tattoo artist from a not so good part of town. Derek’s dog gets lost and Stiles ends up finding him, which is how they meet. 

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Crayon!sterek are crossing your dashboard, please let them pass.

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@renmackree asked: "Suggestion for you? Maybe the Betas, Derek, and Stiles having a spa night? 💙💙"

The only spa I've ever been to was The Blue Lagoon in Iceland (which, enjoying an alcoholic slushie in 39°c water in the snow is a life-changing experience, 10/10 want to do again) - thought it was fitting considering your fic My Mother Told Me <3

Thank you for all your kind words and encouragement, hope you like this!

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i finished teen wolf for the first time a couple months ago ( yes i am very late to the party i know ) and. here is my contribution to the sterek community

song is kiss me you animal by burn the ballroom

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The naiad didn't know what day it was - once, months or weeks or years ago one of the very rare visitors to the temple on the edge of his pond had been kind enough to teach Stiles all the names of the days, and she had even sketched the shape of them into the sand mud of the riverbank with a long stick, and for a while he had kept diligent track, naming them each morning and singing the name to himself all day long, but one day he’d woken up and forgotten and hadn’t remembered the next day either and he’d gotten hopelessly tangled - but Stiles did know that the moon had risen and set three whole times since he'd seen the wolf come out of the woods on the other side of the pond, bursting through the trees only to stop and stare like a startled deer at Stiles, who had been standing near the edge of the pond, pouring water from his chipped jug to wash the worst of the duckweed from his hair.

He had startled Stiles so badly that he'd tripped over a nearby basking turtle and fallen backwards and smashed open his poor jug and nearly his head, too.

Their eyes had met from Stiles' new seat in the shallows, green staring across at gold, frozen just like that until Stiles could no longer bear the tension and dissolved into a gush of foam and refused to reform until the wolf had drunk his few mouthfuls of water and taken himself away.

And after all that the wolf had barely spent any time at all watching for Stiles' return. He had only bothered to stay until moonrise; that wasn’t even a whole day! It was as if all that eye contact had meant nothing to him, Stiles had reflected, very sadly, as he finally made himself a body again to pick up the shattered pieces of his only jug.

Three whole days, Stiles mouthed to himself, stirring the water moodily with one white foot from his perch on the temple steps. Three whole days that might transform themselves into weeks or months or years before he ever saw the wolf across his pond again.

If he ever did see him again.

Stiles bit the head off a cat tail and chewed, furiously, as the seeds popped against his sharp teeth. He had been such a handsome wolf, with the sun dappling him all over and the leaves in his fur and stuck all over his chiton. Stiles had never seen a wolf wear clothing before, nor stand up on two legs the way this one had, but both his odd choices had suited him beyond any stretch of Stiles' fertile imagination.

And-

And, suddenly, just as Stiles was contemplating whether it might be more profitable to spend some of his scheduled contemplation time hunting frogs instead, a twig cracked, and several branches parted, and there was the wolf again; still handsome, still staring.

Their eyes met for only a moment before Stiles, suddenly shy, dove from the steps and into the pond to cool his rising blush.  He swam over to a patch of lily pads and stayed beneath them for a moment, weaving their long tails into a love poem about flashing eyes and cute little fangs and thighs that looked like they could crack a turtle's shell between them.

When he came up it was underneath the biggest lily, just high enough that only his eyes gleamed above the top of the water, and with the lily pad flopping down both sides of his head in what Stiles could only hope was a charming fashion.

The wolf was looking around in every direction for him, but probably even his sharp senses couldn't penetrate Stiles' clever disguise. After a moment, he detached a different lily pad - one not occupied in being a hat - and sent it floating wolfwards.

It had cargo: a small, bright piece of stone Stiles had found, nearly the same gold as the wolf's eyes. He had been carrying it everywhere in a closed fist for nearly two of the days the wolf had been missing.

The lily pad, carefully guided by Stiles' obviously expert manipulations of the pond’s eddies and flows, bumped up neatly against the wolf's bare toes. He knelt, and expected it carefully, cradling the wide circumference of an excellent specimen in his large hands - and without being so rude as to lift her from the water where she obviously showed to her best effect. He found the stone, and lifted it to look at it in the sunlight, and then peered into the stillest patch of water he could find, holding it up against his own face.

And then he smiled, and in Stiles' exact direction, too, as if he had somehow, impossibly, penetrated the flawless disguise.

And then the wolf took off his sandals and waded into the river until he reached a water lily resting near his own bank and began to tug. The water lily, contrary to his obvious expectations, stayed exactly where it was, even when the wolf grew so briefly - and hilariously - incandescent in his temper that his eyebrows were burned right off his beautiful face.

Stiles kicked his feet under the water as laughter literally bubbled out of him and danced merrily downstream. Of course he couldn't move it even an inch. Those were Stiles' lilies - they could be given as a gift, but no one less than his father the river god could pluck one without his permission.

And Stiles reeeaaaally wanted to see what the wolf would do without that permission.

Which he did, as it turned out, was take a few deep breaths to restore his eyebrows and then sit at the edge of the river bank slicing at reeds with his claws and playing in the muck like a child. Stiles approved; it was one of his own favorite pastimes. He liked to build houses and sometimes whole cities in the hope of attracting water beetles and mosquitos to inhabit them. 

The edge of the pond was a good place for a house.

The wolf’s toy was finished quickly, long before anyone's chariot had carried the sun even a few inches farther through the sky, and when it was done the wolf placed it delicately and temporarily atop the water to check if it would float. It did, and he took it away away, and placed it just as delicately on the bank, clearly worried that his big, rough hands might break it.

Stiles, still beneath his lily pad, wondered idly if the wolf was always so careful and gentle with everything he touched.

Then, leaving it on the bank, the wolf went away again, which made Stiles almost sink to the bottom of the river to blow sulky little bubbles, but he came back almost instantly with some kind of broad, flat leaf and put it into his makeshift little boat-thing and tried to sail it across the pond, over to the temple.

(Stiles gave it some help.)

And then he really did go away again, and stayed away, and eventually Stiles stopped sulking long enough to go over to his own bank and steal the wolf's stupid little boat, just in case he had any idea of circling the pond and retrieving it.

That would show him.

But Stiles forgave his wolf instantly for all his crimes of abandonment when he plucked the boat from the water and saw that the leaf it carried had made it safely across the river, and had made it carrying a message that absolutely, without a doubt, had to be for Stiles and Stiles alone.

Unless it was a clever trap for one of the local turtles. 

But Stiles had never had much success in teaching even the cleverest turtle to read, so the lines 'I have something for you' and 'Tomorrow, when the sun is highest' scrawled in charcoal were almost certainly for him.

It took Stiles some time to puzzle out the meaning of the slightly pond-smudged scrawl - he was out of practice, and the wolf had terrible handwriting, and Stiles hands had been as wet as ever when he’d lifted the leaf out - but when he’d finally worked it out, Stiles went pink in his spot among the reeds and clutched the leaf fervently to his chest.

His wolf had a gift for him! What could it be? More words? A freshly killed crab? His own stolen heart, returned to Stiles as part of a matching set?

He could hardly wait.

*

The wolf did come back the next day at noon, just as he’d promised, which was something Stiles heard but didn't see, because he had arranged himself on a log he’d dragged out into the sunshine, with a water lily draped artistically over one shoulder and deliberately facing the wrong direction. The wolf cleared his throat, but when Stiles continued to stare resolutely at the birds on the temple roof, instead of rolling over and smiling back (what if the wolf only wanted one smile, and never came again? What if he ) the wolf left behind-

-something.

Something wrapped in a spare piece of badly woven linen.

Stiles, who was used to disemboweling fish and frogs and turtles and everything else that made a pond its home, unwrapped it more carefully than he had ever unwrapped anything in his life.

A new jug! 

And the prettiest jug Stiles had ever seen, with green and blue and white dripping down the side of it like water rolling down from the temple roof on a rainy day. Stiles cradled it as he ran up the temple steps and set it, with the utmost care, into the same secluded corner where he kept all his prettiest rocks and pieces of wood and sat down cross legged before his newest treasure, staring at it with his chin in his hands until it was too dark to make even the shape of it out.

The next day the wolf found several fish wrapped in leaves on his side of the river, and the day after that sent across another little boat carrying some flatbreads and cheese and a small yellow flower that Stiles had never seen before, and the day after that-

-and the day after that-

-and the day after that the wolf came by with what Stiles hoped was a borrowed lyre, strumming badly with his claws while Stiles terrorized all the nearby bullfrogs into croaking in time to his butchered melody-

-and the day after that-

-and the day after that-

-and before summer was over, Derek had cleared away enough trees and brush to make a space for a neat little house, with rush floors, and smaller house for smoking plentiful catches of fish and space for drying reeds, a single bed big enough for two, and one door that opened onto the forest and a second door that opened out onto the pond - 

- just in case his new husband might need to go out at a moment's notice and tend to his lily pads.

naiad Stiles living in a long-lost temple until a certain wolf sees him bathing from across the pond... Stiles sending lilly pads to Derek over the water and hiding bc he's so nervous...

[plumbwolf]

Fics Based on a Trope:

Soulmates / Soulbonds

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Derek/Stiles

"The Chasms Between" (E) by alexenglish | 15,124 | Stiles has come to the terms with the fact that him and Derek are never going to be together in this life.They have way too many unresolved issues. Besides, Derek doesn't want him, he knows that much.

"I can smell it on your skin (I bet I can taste it in your blood)" 🔒 (E) by brokentoy | 10,792 | Stiles’ cover is blown the day Derek gets hit by Allison’s arrow.

"Lest the Fire Consume" (E) by the_ragnarok | 10,653 | Five times Derek recognized his mate, and the time Stiles recognized him in return.

"Mix and Match" 🔒 (E) by Jerakeen | 6,141 | Stiles walks into the Beacon Hills alpha-omega mixer with a smile on his face and three condoms in his wallet.

"Now Until the End" (M) by Dira Sudis | 17,737 | "Why the hell did you do that?" Derek demanded. "Why would you bond with me? You were going to leave me for dead, you didn't want anything to do with helping me." "Okay, first of all, that was like two hours ago and I've grown a lot as a person since then," Stiles said.

"Nothing Short Of Perfect" (E) by GotTheSilver | 27,019 | “Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?” Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

"What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This?" (E) by isthatbloodonhisshirt | 196,137 | A shadow appeared above him at the passenger side door and he winced at the sound of tearing metal before the door was ripped clean off. He stared up dizzily at the man bearing down on him from the other side of the car, looking terrified and reaching in to rip through the seatbelt. It was him. His stalker. The guy following him around town and sneaking into his bedroom at night.

"Like a Melody (it won't leave my head)" (T) by Jerakeen | 7,991 | Stiles doesn't notice the constant buzzing in his head until it's gone.

"In Which Laura Is Never Going To Let Derek Live This Down" (T) by Omimouse | 1,587 | A soulmate fic where you’ve got “Help! Save me!” on your wrist. So you do the martial arts classes, and ROTC, and get a concealed carry permit, you are READY, you are SO up for this… and then one day you’re at a friend’s house, and someone comes pounding down the stairs laughing and ducks behind you and goes “Help! Save me!” and that’s how you find out your soulmate was escaping a tickle fight.

"Unmapped" 🔒 (E) by Jerakeen | 11,357 | "I don't think anyone would choose not having a Guide," Scott reasons calmly. Stiles knows that. Of course he does. His mother was a Guide. His father's a Sentinel. His best friend is a Sentinel. It's just that this guy coming into their town like he's somehow better than the whole department all by himself... it rubs him the wrong way. Stiles is protective of the people he loves, and the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department is like the headquarters for Stiles' Favorite People Ever. "I'm just saying," Stiles says. "You guys could've handled this without whatshisface and his tight pants."

"You Fit Me Better" 🔒 (NR) by Jerakeen | 5,149 | It's only been eight months since he started having the dreams, but he's already cracking. He's heard of people living thirty, forty years with them, unable to find the one, complete the bond.... He doesn't know if he could do it. The euphoric, in-love feeling that used to carry into his day now hurts. It feels like someone's ripping it out of his chest every morning and he's bleeding, all day, until he's asleep again and he is there.

"Cloaked in Gold" (E) by kaistrex | 57,859 | When son of the Alpha, Derek Hale, ends up in his bed in heat, Stiles decides to use it to his advantage and secure the Bite for his sick stepbrother. As he and his family are welcomed into the Hale pack, Stiles grows closer to Derek than he'd ever dreamed he'd get, but with the fanged Soulbite of a born wolf on Derek's neck, he knows he's just setting himself up for heartbreak. Derek has a Soulmate out there, and it definitely isn't Stiles.

"Everything's Made to be Broken" (M) by weathervaanes | 7,228 | Everybody gets a name, inscribed in a color over the left side of their chest. It seems like a good system, guaranteeing that there will be someone who loves you, who you will get to love in return for years to come. The only problem is that that's not actually how it always works out.

"Worth Waiting For" 🔒 (T) by yodasyoyo | 3,878 | Stiles slumps further in his desk chair, and stares disconsolately out of his bedroom window. Perhaps he should be celebrating. After all, this afternoon a soulmark appeared on his wrist revealing the name of his soulmate. He has a soulmate. Fuck. He scrubs one hand across his face. This is a disaster.

"love is war, but sometimes you win" (T) by Jmeelee | 5,903 | Stiles spares Derek a glance, pitying smile falling short of shrewd, contemplative eyes that sparkle when they catch the dappled sunlight. “The universe engraves a name on our skin, my friend. If it was meant to be private, we’d have the name on our ass.” Derek bristles. They are not friends—at least, not yet. At the rate they’re going, probably never. “I’m trying to protect my best friend, dude. Questions aren’t illegal.”

"Maybe" 🔒 (E) by loserchildhotpants | 11,513 | Then Professor Hagen partnered them for some sort of comparative discussion, and when they ran out of things to say, and Stiles was quite sure this was the only circumstance in which Derek would even acknowledge his existence, he awkwardly asked, “Hey, so… uhm… could I… go down on you after class?”

"third time's the charm" 🔒 (T) by stilinski | 4,900 | Stiles stares at the marks, twisting his arm to look at Lydia's rose, faded but still there in the same way as Scott's wolf is. He'd wondered for the longest time if there was something wrong with him, if there was a reason he collected marks when the people they belonged to didn't.

"I Could Find My Way Back" (M) by entanglednow | 6,250 | Stiles grits his teeth. "Dude, I don't want to be bound to Derek," he says flatly. "You be bound to Derek."

"spice up your life!" 🔒 (T) by callunavulgari | 1,890 | “I said,” the girl drawls, setting her elbow down in a saucer of ketchup and grimacing. “That this whole soulmate thing is fucking stupid. You’re supposed to find someone based off of the music they’re listening to? How would you even know what was really stuck in your head and what was in theirs? It’s complete shit.” Derek, who has had everything from Dancing Queen to the Barney theme song stuck in his head all night, winces, and says abruptly, “I think my soulmate is in middle school.”

"Oh my (let me look at those eyes)" (E) by Gorgeousgreymatter | 41,359 | A few months ago, he might’ve been able to solve this with some force—a little man-handling, a snarl, a glimpse of teeth. But he looks at Stiles’s broken face, knows he’s seen too much horror and blood and evil, the whole Big Bad Wolf routine is just going to fall flat. Because Derek looks at Stiles and he doesn’t carry himself like a teenager anymore. He carries himself like a soldier.

"Ssshhh! (or the voice in my head will have to shout)" (E) by mirrorkill | 20,288 | Things in Beacon Hills are always weird, but Deputy Derek Hale is pretty damn sure he's getting the brunt of this week's insanity. There's a serial killer in town getting their kicks by posing people weirdly and maybe the local coven is to blame. His mom's setting up his sister with his new boss's cute son. There's some guy talking in his head.

"Bite Down Hard" (E) by kurikuri | 25,730 | Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.

"Strip Poker" (T) by kaistrex | 4,267 | When Stiles’ Soulbite manifests on his neck and makes it look like he’s been mauled by an animal, he takes to spending most of his time hiding it in the preserve. It would be the perfect haven if it wasn’t for Derek Hale being such a creeper.

"The Life Expectancy of a Fluorescent Bulb" 🔒 (M) by suburbanmotel | 10,492 | Long before the boy knew, the wolf knew. The wolf knew what he wanted because it was bred in his bones. He knew the boy was his but the boy didn’t know it yet, because the boy was injured and sleeping.

"Something With Explosions" 🔒 (T) by suburbanmotel | 5,027 | Derek has become, for lack of a better word, untethered. Unmoored in time and space, flitting here and there and back again. It’s unnerving, disorienting, terrifying, educational. Apparently he missed a lot of things the first time around.

"Happily Ever After" (G) by all-or-nothing-baby | 1,852 | He'd recognise that voice anywhere; would know it in a sea of a thousand others. Derek slowly turned on his heel to find its owner sitting in his favourite tree.

"Through Myself and Back Again" 🔒 (G) by Green | 2,808 | Stiles knows he needs a ground ('an anchor', he hears an old memory whisper), help to pull the thing back so he doesn't destroy… well, everything. If Derek hadn't reached out, Stiles probably would have burned and burned until nothing was left.

"Red, Red, Red" 🔒 (E) by loserchildhotpants | 9,460 | “What?” “Your tattoo.” “What about it?” “Just… it’s weird, I’ve been - uh. You ever, like, dream of something? Something you’ve never seen before, but then you see it out in the world?”

"The Nose Knows" 🔒 (E) by WhoopsOK | 5,454 | “I’m not watching Stilinski have this crisis,” Jackson exclaims suddenly, standing to brush past him, the others turning to follow in spite of Derek shooting them panicked looks. “This smell is gonna make me puke.” “What smell? Wait, what crisis?” Stiles says, but actually he sort of does want Jackson to leave, he wants to be alone with Derek. He still hasn’t adjusted to his senses being so… well, sensitive, and everyone’s scent is competing with the one he really wants. He’d have to get close enough to touch him, to bury his face in his throat to block out all other scents, and that’s really all he wants right now.

"All My Kingdoms Turn to Sand" 🔒 (E) by elisera | 6,477 | The real question is what Stiles wants. If he’s looking forward to seeing Derek again because they’ll complete what they started a long time ago or if Stiles is nervous because he’s feeling apprehensive. There’s a real possibility that he told the pack to finally send Derek up in order to tell him thanks, but no thanks. A lot can happen in six years; people change and grow apart and it isn’t like they were allowed to talk.

"One Thread" 🔒 (M) by RurouniHime | 11,599 | 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.”

"And I Never Thought I'd Ever Say Forever" (M) by suchfun | 31,844 | "The TiMER is a gift." He says it automatically, because that's what his mom says. That's how he was brought up. That's what he's supposed to think. He used to believe it, back when he was sixteen and idealistic, before he actually got his TiMER, back when he was so sure that his soulmate would be Paige.

"An Unpredictable Amount of Turtles" (T) by skoosiepants | 5,942 | Stiles says, “I have a five year plan. A five year plan to popularity that will tank the minute I meet this guy.” “I feel like you’re exaggerating,” Scott says, but Scott has a katana-wielding badass waiting for him at the other end of the rainbow, and Stiles has terrariums.

"When the Universe Comes Knocking (It’s Polite to Open the Door)" (M) by isthatbloodonhisshirt | 135,402 | It was like a door he’d nailed shut in his brain suddenly exploded open, all of his past confusion and anger and hurt and adoration flooding out at once. Stiles? Was it actually Stiles?! Stiles, the guy he’d had a crush on for fucking years growing up. The guy who’d been an absolute dick to him their whole last year of high school. The guy who’d told him he loved him in a dirty men’s bathroom on prom night while drunk and upset because he thought Kira was Derek’s girlfriend.

"This Ship Will Carry Our Bodies Safe to Shore" (G) by notevenwriting | 6,350 | Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay. When those words appeared scrawled against the soft inside of his wrist, Derek’s first thought was that his mate and him would be involved in some kind of accident and they’d died in front of him. The thought used to scare him when he was a kid, the thought of being responsible for someone’s last minutes, of holding someone’s hand, brushing soft strands of hair out of their eyes and assuring them everything would be just fine made his heart race and forced his wolf into the surface.

"marked" (G) by elisela | 2,742 | “I don’t have a name,” was one of the first things Stiles ever said to him, somewhere in between “do your eyebrows always do that?” and “come on, one coffee can’t hurt.” And now the memory of it is all Derek can hear over the pounding of his own heart in his head, a drumbeat that sounds like he’s being marched to his own execution.

"Look The Other Way" (T) by anonymous | 3,692 | Becoming Derek’s emissary came with a heavy price; victories always do.

"Three Marks" (M) by sanam | 113,736 | And then there was pain again, but this time it was in only three places—his arm, below his clavicle, and next to his heart, all on the left side. It felt like the skin was being sliced apart, ripped open, flayed off— And suddenly it was done. Derek looked across the room and saw the boy on the floor, looking about as bad as Derek felt.

"not what you can predict" 🔒 (T) by theyhadcookies | 3,901 | Some time between Peter biting Scott, the Kanima, Gerard Argent, and Deucalion and Jennifer almost tearing the town apart, getting kidnapped and seeing his mother again for the first time, Derek met his soul mate. He has absolutely no idea who it could be.

"Safety in Silence" (M) by Survivah | 66,901 | It's perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn't want to be Derek's soulmate.

"Safe at Anchor" 🔒 (T) by Jerakeen | 11,371 | "He needs... grounding," Deaton explains, which helps Stiles not at all. "Grounding? Like electricity?" He tries to take a step back instinctively, but Derek wobbles on his feet and Stiles ends up steadying him with an arm around his waist, pulling them even closer together. "What's happening? Deaton? What am I doing?"

"Wayward and Down" (E) by amberography | 32,331 | That time it took not one, but two separate troll attacks and a malevolent coven of witches for Stiles to figure out how he felt about Derek.

"An (im)Perfect System" (T) by theroguesgambit | 7,903 | Stiles has always felt pretty lucky about his soul mark. After all, how many conversations tend to start with “This is private property”? (Apparently more than you'd think.)

"Second Chances" (G) by rootbeer | 2,624 | A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. 'Excuse me'; 'thank you'; 'hello'. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you' or 'Wow you’re really pretty'. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them. Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world' tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret.

"Everything's Made to be Broken" (M) by weathervaanes | 7,228 | Everybody gets a name, inscribed in a color over the left side of their chest. It seems like a good system, guaranteeing that there will be someone who loves you, who you will get to love in return for years to come. The only problem is that that's not actually how it always works out.

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Peter/Stiles

"our hungers appeased (our heartbeats becoming slow)" (T) by willowcrowned | 6,155 | It had been Stiles who’d suggested it, offhand, while sitting on the steps of the Hale house, watching Derek try to wrangle his pups into something closer to controlled. He hadn’t been looking at Peter, but he’d been watching him anyways, and he’d seen—something in Peter that had made him recommend Peter get out of Beacon Hills with only half the malice that Peter had been expecting from him.

"put your mark on my soul, show me you need me" 🔒 (NR) by Areiton | 2,941 | Soulmarks appear in time of need. Not yours--your soulmate’s. When they needed you, the mark would bloom on your skin in inky black, a puzzle piece that left tiny clues to the person fate chose for you.

"Isn't This A Little Soulless?" (E) by anonymous | 6,714 | Peter is twenty-eight years old and content in never finding his soul mate. He has only recently broken something off with a partner, and is once again enjoying the opportunity to be single. A lot of people got… Strange, when they were with someone with a soul mark. They either felt like you were going to leave them at any moment for your soul mate, or that you must be the Settle Down type. They hadn’t proved to be a good match in the end. Peter had dated a few people with marks of their own. It took the pressure off, when you both knew that really they didn’t mean anything.

"Our Imperfect World" 🔒 (E) by taylorpotato | 11,524 | Not long after his eighteenth birthday, Peter wakes up with a small, white scar on his finger. Most people are born with scars that match their soulmate's, or get one in their early childhood. Peter thought he just wasn't meant to have anybody. The sudden arrival of his soulmate (in Beacon Hills, no less) is just the beginning of his life's complications.

"Not Stella" 🔒 (T) by Fidelius | 2,596 | Stiles isn't Stella. He never was. Not even when people thought he was. He's Stiles. His biggest hope is that his soul mate's wrist says his name. His biggest fear is that his soul mate's wrist says her name.

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Chris/Peter

"La Bête du Argent" (E) by Whreflections | 38k+ WIP | When Chris is a boy, it becomes very clear that the prominent soulmate tattoo on his arm depicts an alpha werewolf. If he'd come from a pack, or even a family with no knowledge of the supernatural, it wouldn't have mattered, not really, but that wasn't his fate. He's an Argent, and a werewolf's mate, and those contradictions have no place in the same body, not in his father's opinion.

"You Are Whatever a Moon Has Always Meant" (E) by lavenderlotion | 3,447 | Peter was quiet for a moment, caught up in staring at Christopher's beard and the way it was shot with the grey. The lines around his eyes seemed to be etched deeper than they ever had been before, and his eyes were dark, empty in a way Peter had never seen on him. He took a breath and told himself that it wasn't weakness if it was only them. “You're my mate, Christopher.”

“Our Other Lives” (M) by TriDom | 1,881 | Everyone is born with their soulmate’s last words to them tattooed on their skin. It was the first sentence Chris learned to read, the first words he learned to write. He would never call himself a romantic, but through everything, those black letters kept him grounded and gave him hope.

“Your Scars are Mine” (M) by TriDom | 6,454 | When the youngest of a pair of soulmates turns 21, their scars appear on each other’s bodies. When Peter turns 21, his previously flawless hide is suddenly covered in scars.

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Derek/Stiles & Peter/Stiles

"Whatever Works" (E) by KouriArashi | 61,929 | The problem with having your soulmate's first words to you tattooed on your arm is knowing your whole life that you're fated to be with a jerk. It's enough to make Stiles want to date other people ... which is how he winds up dating his soulmate's nephew.

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Stiles/Jackson

"Link Share, Mark As Complete" (T) by red_crate | 914 | He can't believe this is how he ends up meeting his soul mate.

"I'll Dissolve When The Rain Pours In, When The Nightmares Take Me" (T) by clotpolesonly | 38,749 | When Stiles finally managed to contort himself the right way without causing injury, he stared at the words on his inner thigh. And then he stared some more, long enough for the water to grow cold around him, wondering if this was part of the dream. Finally he decided that it had to be real only because his subconscious was not creative enough to come up with this. There, in freckle-brown letters stark against pale skin, was the name Jackson Whittemore.

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