This is for @kaidarknight, for whom I had an actual ball of a time writing. I hope you enjoy!!!!!
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Butterflies were a menace.
Stiles couldn't stand the way that they fluttered their wings tauntingly, wanting him to give chase, just so that they can fly away, somewhere that they knew that he couldn't follow them.
Pouting, Stiles turned and began the trek back to his backyard before his mom woke up and began to worry. The woods were his second home, but his mom acted like there was something out there that was tougher than the Stilinski skulk and thatâs why his father was in charge of all of California.
No one or thing would possibly think to harm the child of the greatest person to harm the child of such a mighty person: of this Stiles was sure.
An idea sparked in Stilesâs young mind at this. He could do something to make his mom and dad think of him as a big boyâno, a grown-upâinstead of their baby boy.
Making up his mind, Stiles decided that heâd camp out in the forest tonight, instead of going home, to show his parents that he was a grown-up now, and could make it through the night all by himself. He knew that it would be a piece of cake, and maybe heâd even me some more kits or shifters like himself!
Stiles put his snout to the ground, trying to find a comfortable and safe den to curl up in for the night. He knew that the trees had a lot of burrows that could house him, so he was on the hunt for the perfect one.
He searched for hoursâeach one he had come across failed to meet his childish and unrealistic expectationsâbefore he went headfirst into something large and furry. âWha-!â Stilesâs surprise forced him to shift into his small, seven-year-old, human body. He shivered, now cold without all of his warm fox-fur, before looking up into the bright and unnatural impossibly-colored eyes of a wolf.
Stilesâs eyes widened and he immediately shifted back into the comfortable form of his fox. He curled up and put his paws over his eyes. There was no wolf in front of him, and when he took paws off of his face, there wouldnât be anything in front of him.
Taking his paws off of his eyes, there was still a large wall of black in front of him, so he put his paws back and folded his eyes down, trying to make himself look as small as possible. Stiles heard the wolf let out what sounded like a huff of laughter at this action, before he was picked up by sharp teeth closing in on the exposed scruff of the back of his neck, lifting him up.
Screaming, Stiles tried to wriggle out of the wolfâs hold but stopped when the wolf let out a growl of warning. Defeated, Stiles went limp and acknowledged the fact that he was being taken to his doom, and accepted it.
After 15 minutes of slow walking, the wolf let go of him in some clearing, meaning that Stiles was dropped ungracefully onto his belly, with his limbs in uncomfortable positions. Laying there for a second, Stiles thought of his luck and also about how he was never going to see his parents again.
He should have just listened to them, but instead, he had been kidnapped by a [redator larger than himself, and now, he was going to be eaten whole by someâ
âMIECYSĹAW GENIM STILINSKI! Where were you?! Your father and I were worried sick about you!â a very familiar and terrifying voice shouted.
Stiles lifted his head to see his mother standing in front of him with her hands on her hips and tear-tracks down her face. Forgetting about the wolf and his imminent doom, Stiles stood up and rushed to her, shifting mid-leap so that he was on two feet instead of four when he ended up in her arms.
âIâm never letting you out of my sight again! Ever! Youâre getting homeschooled from now on, so no more seeing Scott or Danny or Isaac except at skulk gatherings!â
Stiles was focused on the fact that he had just watched a naked boy with dark hair and pretty eyes meld back into the treeline like he was a part of them, but at that, all of his attention immediately shifted back to his mother.
âAww, come on! I made it home in one piece without a scratch! Donât torture me!â
That night, after a long puppy pile with friends and family alike, Stiles asked about something that had slipped his mind while he was being tucked into bed.
âMom? Dad? A wolf took me home, and I swear his breath smelled like mint toothpaste.â
The pair both smiled and took a seat on either side of him, after sharing a quick smile with each other.
âWell, son, I never told you about the other shifters like us in Beacon Hills,â his father began, âbut I think maybe we should start with the Hales.â
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In this world your soulmate's symbol is a mirror image of your own, placed on the opposite side of their body and meant to line up perfectly when pressed together. Sometimes people's markings are on their wrists or their palms, the kinds of places that touch when shaking hands for the first time. Other people's have their marks on their chests, aligned together for the perfect embrace.
Derek's mark is on the side of his neck. A triskelion inside an enneagram â the mark of his family, and a model of the human psyche. He's not sure why the universe thinks he's a good match for the small, sarcastic (wonderful, perfect) human who shares his mark, but it's hard to fight against destiny.
One - Opposite Sides.
Soul marks are meant to line up perfectly when they touch, which means they're always perfect mirror images of one another. The soulmates themselves, however, are not.
Two - Thoughtful Acceptance
Soulmates are supposed to be perfect for one another, so says the universe. That doesn't stop anyone from sometimes feeling insecure or wondering why exactly the universe chose you of all people to be forever entwined with someone so much more special than you are.
Three - Perfect Contentment
That feeling when everything comes together and you finally feel like maybe this happiness is something you can have forever.
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Merry Christmas, @kaidarknight!
I tried to write something, I really did. But then I got distracted with art, so that's what you get. Three illustrations in which Stiles and Derek are (unlikely?) soulmates who (naturally) each think the universe must have been mistaken to pair someone like them up with such an amazing person.
