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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?
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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.
(This was the original idea for my fic Cloaked in Gold.)
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- Part 25 of Prompts
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20 Feb 2026
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Stiles is ten when his father teaches him how to shoot. He sucks with a handgun, more likely to shoot off his own foot than the target.
The same cannot be said for his skill with a long-range rifle (but he's no one's weapon).
Eventually, Stiles knows, the secret will come out, because there are just some people he will save at all costs.
(That day comes when they're hunting a redcap through the forest and can't reach Derek in time)
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20 Feb 2026
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Stiles opens his eyes, and suddenly everything feels real.
It's harsh, harsher than anything he's felt in years. The lights above him are a blinding white, the tabletop under his back too cold, his sweat sticky on his skin. There are faces leaning over him, wide eyes and concerned words too grating on his ears.
He closes his eyes again. Just a moment ago he'd had Sam in his arms, the little pup sniffling weakly against his shoulder as he rocked the boy back and forth. There had been a thunderstorm in the middle of the night, and it had woken the boys up. He and Derek had to go into their room to calm them down, hold them and rock them back to sleep. Aaron had already passed out on Derek's shoulder, and he'd been putting the boy back into his bed. Sam was fussy, was always more fussy between the two of them, more afraid of lightning and thunder, and Stiles was just whispering something to Derek about getting blackout curtains for the boys' room.
And now he's here.
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17 Feb 2026
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“Tell me you’re not seriously with Derek Hale.”
Stiles pretends to check that the guitar is in tune (of course it is, they tune all of these before he shows up), and then makes a face like he has no idea what Scott is talking about. To sell it, he says as much out loud. “Who?”
“Who?” Scott’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline, his mouth falling open in shock that Stiles would be so bold as to deny it. “Stiles, that guy is an asshole.”
“That’s fine,” Stiles waves it off, “because I’m not with him, so it doesn’t matter.”
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- Part 1 of The Standing Dead
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15 Feb 2026
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Stiles hadn’t slept in a while; everything was sort of blurring together. Which is probably a factor in his next decision.
To fight the wolf.
Or, well, confront it.
Put an end to the madness. It’d get the hint, or it would finally eat Stiles and be done with it.
That’s why Stiles was currently in the woods at night, armed with a flashlight and his dad’s pistol.
He cannot stress how much he’s regretting it.
Or…
Stiles is being stalked by a wolf.
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14 Feb 2026