A Match Unmade in Beacon Hills – KouriArashi
Derek/Stiles
47,831 words
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...
au: human, au: soulmates/soulmarks, mutual pining, slow burn, tw: emotional/psychological abuse
Everyone Needs a Little Mischief in Their Life – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
17,984 words
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.”
au: soulmates/soulmarks, getting together, mutual pining
I’m tired and I’m wasted, irrational – LunaCanisLupus_22
Derek/Stiles
8,164 words
Derek reads the message twice just to be sure that he isn’t dreaming.
Help, it reads, accidntly kidnpd somr dudew
He takes a moment to compose his reply. What the hell Laura?
Or the one where Laura wakes him up in the middle of the night because she's kidnapped some random guy from the club and it turns out he's Derek's mate.
alternate universe, au: soulmates/soulmarks, kidnapping, kink: knotting
If We Could Match – forestofbabel
Derek/Stiles
23,455 words
As Stiles waits behind the camera during an interview, he thinks he should maybe quit. Because, in all honesty, despite the charming smile the actor is pulling out for EW, Derek Hale is kind of a jerk.
au: soulmates/soulmarks
Puzzle Pieces – isthatbloodonhisshirt
Derek/Stiles
89,402 words
“Okay.” Stiles glanced at his phone, wincing at the battery being close to ten percent. It was probably time to call Scott. Turning off the flashlight, mostly to save battery and kind of freaking out over how dark it was—though the half-moon reflecting off the snow helped a bit—he opened his contacts with shaking hands and scrolled through to Scott’s name. Once he hit it, he put the phone to his ear, looking around, and froze.
The phone rang in his ear, but his eyes were locked on something big and moving through the trees.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
If that was a fucking bear, Stiles was fucked!
The line kept ringing and ringing, but Scott didn’t answer. Eventually his voicemail picked up and Stiles very slowly lowered the phone and hung up without looking, eyes still on the dark shape in the trees. He glanced down for only a second to turn on the flashlight function again, then lifted it ever so slowly upwards, and felt his breath freeze in his lungs.
It was a wolf.
It was a motherfucking wolf.
alternate universe, au: ski resort, au: soulmates/soulmarks, mates, misunderstandings, only one bed
Suspect Spells from the Internet, or: How Stiles Found His Soul Mate – seraphina_snape
Derek/Stiles
24,028 words
"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?!"
au: soulmates/soulmarks, canon divergence, first time, fluff, found family, friends to lovers, getting together, kidnapping
Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers – isthatbloodonhisshirt
Derek/Stiles
58,339 words
The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.
Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.
He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.
“I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”
alternate universe, au: soulmates/soulmarks, courting, mates, meet-ugly
The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants – isthatbloodonhisshirt
Derek/Stiles
163,779 words
“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!
alternate universe, anxiety, au: magic is known, au: soulmates/soulmarks, au: witches/magic-users, curses, misunderstandings, sleep disorders
Three Marks – sanam
Derek/Stiles
113,736 words
"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."
Derek and Stiles learn that bonding is probably best done with ridiculous amounts of video games and maybe a little bit of time.
au: no powers, au: soulmates/soulmarks, first time, getting together, hurt/comfort, slow burn
What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
196,137 words
“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”
Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.
“What?! What was that sound?!”
“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.
“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”
“Mike,” she argued.
“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.
“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.
alternate universe, anxiety, au: college, au: cop/detectives, au: soulmates/soulmarks, kidnapping, misunderstandings, mutual pining, panic attacks, slow burn
When the Universe Comes Knocking (It’s Polite to Open the Door) – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
135,402 words
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.
That Stiles? But it couldn’t be!
anxiety, au: corporate/business, au: soulmates/soulmarks, coworkers, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, mutual pining, panic attacks
Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
68,366 words
“You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.
And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”
The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.
“You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.
Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”
au: coffee shop, au: soulmates/soulmarks, enemies to friends to lovers, puns
Aether – Anonymous
Derek/Stiles
17,241 words
Tall, dark and menacing -- Derek -- doesn’t do anything except for inch a little closer to Stiles. Stiles stares at his supposed soulmate at the movement.
Holy God.
Stiles must have saved a building of orphans and kittens and puppies in another life to get that as his soulmate. There’s muscle. More muscle than Stiles had been aware was capable and the guys on the lacrosse team were not shy about stripping down to only their shorts if Coach let them get away with it. Stiles has a healthy amount of muscle himself. Like, he’s reasonable toned. Not like Derek at all who was probably confused as a Celtic warrior from the past.
Stiles really, really wanted to touch Derek and unless Stiles was blind and dumb, Derek really, really wanted to touch Stiles too.
au: soulmates/soulmarks
if it’s meant to be, it’ll be – allhalethekings
Derek/Stiles
1,396 words
The last thing Derek wanted in life was a soulmate -- especially one who thinks, What the fuck is that. That’s it. No question mark, no exclamation mark, nothing. Ever since the words -- the soulmark -- appeared on his inner wrist in tiny Times New Roman font, Derek was lost.
-
Or, the one where Derek finds his soulmate when Stiles storms into his shop because Jackson is being a dick.
au: florists, au: no powers, au: soulmates/soulmarks
My, What Big Shoulders You Have (The Better to Help You Carry the Weight) – Chapter 1 – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
285,568 words
“Talia was just telling me an interesting story,” his dad informed him. Stiles didn’t have the nerve to glance over at him, because he knew no matter how much he argued, the proof was all there. The wolves had found him, Parrish had picked him up on the side of the road, he had a fucking picture on his phone. He was screwed. No point in arguing, all it’d do is piss his father off even more.
“You don’t say,” Stiles offered slowly. “What uh—you know, I like stories. Is it a uh, good one?”
“It seems to be a matter of opinion,” Talia said with another kind smile. “I hear you had quite the night last night.”
Okay, time to cut his losses. He was already fucked, all he could do was apologize and hope she didn’t press for him to get fined and arrested. Given he was her husband’s friend’s son, he had high hopes.
“I’m really sorry,” Stiles blurted out. “It was stupid and-and irresponsible and just—I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed into your territory. I should’ve known better, I do know better! It was a complete lapse in judgement and I am just—I am so sorry.”
alternate universe, au: magic is known, au: soulmates/soulmarks, au: witches/magic-users, hurt/comfort, mates, mutual pining
Phoenix – Unloyal_Olio
Derek/Stiles
9,376 words
Stiles is a prince with a secret lost in war.
au: a/b/o, au: historical, au: royalty, au: soulmates/soulmarks, kink: knotting, secret identities
Stupid Say What? – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
8,437 words
Stiles shoved another bite into his mouth, glancing over at Boyd and Erica. Boyd was smiling down into his eggs benedict and Erica was grinning at Stiles.
He frowned in confusion, his chewing slowing. Tucking the food into one cheek, he asked, “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just nice. I like when the four of us come out together. Our little double dates,” she teased, stabbing her fork into a strawberry and putting it between her lips.
Stiles snorted at her comment, since this wasn’t a double date—he wished—but didn’t comment on it because he liked their outings, too. Even if he whined incessantly about it until he got there, it was always a good time.
au: soulmates/soulmarks, canon divergence, didn't know they were dating, everybody lives, idiots in love, mutual pining
Waiting – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
81,018 words
Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.
“Not too close, he bites.”
Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.
“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.
The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”
“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.
He looked extremely displeased.
au: soulmates/soulmarks, blood magic, feral character, hurt/comfort, jealousy
Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles – CallieB
Derek/Stiles
3,609 words
Yeah, pass the salt, Stiles.
They're not particularly inspiring words. Not like the long stream of goo spilling over Scotty's arm. But somewhere, Stiles' soulmate is out there, waiting to say them to him.
If only he could stop thinking about the mysterious hot stranger he met in the woods...
au: soulmates/soulmarks