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nothing's ever felt this right

Fandom: Teen Wolf Relationship: Derek/Lydia/Stiles Rating: Teen Word count: 6.2k words

Written for All's Rare In Love and War 2025 hosted by @kateawolf13

This is part 3 in my series forever for me.

Summary

They decide to go on dates to get to know each other. Slowly. It almost works.

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smiling in my sleep

Fandom: Teen Wolf Relationship: Derek/Lydia/Stiles Rating: Teen Word count: 2.4k words

Written for @februaryficletchallenge's prompt Soulmate AU

This is part 2 in my series forever for me.

Summary

Cool Name Pending Stiles created Cool Name Pending [Lydia 01:35] I had fun today guys I can’t wait to do it again

[Or, Stiles, Derek and Lydia get to know each other before their first date. It's sickening.]

If you can't recognize them, you'll just have to make them.

Multiamory March Day #29: Mark

Fandom: Teen Wolf Relationship: Derek/Stiles/Lydia Rating: Explicit Word count: 2.7k

Excerpt:

Derek Hale was born without any soulmate marks. It’s not unusual for some people to have soulmates younger than they are, but as soon as Derek was aware of the existence of Soulmarks he woke up every day to check if something had appeared on his skin.

He was 5 years old when it happened. He woke up in the middle of the night, his left wrist burning as if a million tiny needles were piercing his skin. Derek watched with awe as the lines appeared on his skin, it looked like a small constellation. If he’d seen it in the sky, he would’ve guessed there was a story behind it.

He called for his mother when the pain didn’t stop immediately. Was it supposed to hurt like that? Maybe magic was being done on him.

“In a way, it’s a kind of magic,” she explained when he calmed down. “You will understand it when you meet your soulmate.”

From that day onward, every time he got a glimpse of someone’s Soulmark he wondered if they had the twin to his own, even when his mother told him his soulmate was still a baby.

A little over a year later, a second Mark appeared on his left wrist. When he told his mother, she smiled at him.

“Some people are fortunate enough to have more than one soulmate,” she said. “Sometimes another person comes into your life and they become important enough to make themselves at home under your skin.”

Written for Multiamory March Day #19: Art

Fandom: Teen Wolf Relationship: Lydia/Malia/Kira Rating: Mature (nudity) Word count: ~500

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Fandom: Teen Wolf Relationship: Lydia/Malia/Scott/Stiles/Kira Rating: General audiences Word count: 1.2k

Excerpt:

“Yes, you both look adorable, but can I please have my clothes back?” asks Scott, standing next to the closet where he couldn’t find a pair of sweatpants because he still hasn’t done laundry while one of his girlfriends stood on the other side of the room wearing his last clean pair.

Malia, who is only wearing a sports bra and Scott’s pants, doesn’t look sorry. “I’m going on a run,” she says as if that explains things. In a way, it does. Scott has a feeling Malia hasn’t done laundry either.

“What about my hoodie?” he asks in Lydia’s direction, giving her his best pout.

“This is Stiles’,” she replies.

“No, it’s not.” The hoodie in question has his name on the back, a leftover from his lacrosse days.

“Stiles was wearing it yesterday. It’s Stiles’,” she says with finality that doesn’t leave room for any discussion.

Multiamory March Day #3: Games

Fandom: Teen Wolf Relationship: Derek/Stiles/Allison/Scott/Isaac/Lydia Rating: Mature Word count: 1.7k

Excerpt:

It’s an unusually cold day in Beacon Hills, one of those days where the rain threatens to pour like a living presence but the release of the storm never comes. Stiles refuses to leave the house on principle, as one of the humans who can slip and fall on their face when the rain decides to finally come. The soft light of the mid afternoon floods his room, giving him a wonderful view of Derek’s back sleeping form next to him.

Derek is sleeping off the afterglow —as he usually does— and Stiles, restless as he gets, decides to text someone to come take him out of the misery of being alone in the rain. Scott is more than happy to take his mom’s car, drag Isaac with him, and pick up Allison on his way.

“How come Derek is not with you?” asks Allison when he opens the door for them.

“He’s upstairs. I wore him out. Hi,” he greets. Allison gives him a short peck on the lips, touching her hand to his cheek, leaving a soft caress as she makes her way inside the house.

“You can’t wear out a werewolf, Stiles,” Isaac says confidently.

“You clearly have never fucked Stiles,” adds Scott, moving past him to give Stiles a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“And I intend to keep it that way,” Isaac adds, playfully nudging Stiles away when he makes a kissy face at him.

Comfortable in Stiles’ home as if it were their own, Allison goes directly to the kitchen to scout for snacks while Isaac takes his shoes off and makes a beeline for the tv, where Scott is already setting up the playstation.

“Hey, Stiles? I texted Lydia to bring us some snacks, your cupboard is severely lacking in that department,” Allison says from the kitchen.

“I’m trying to keep my dad’s heart healthy, thank you very much,” he says defensively. “And you guys too. Do you know how much sodium is on those things?”

“Stiles, we’ve all seen you eat funyuns,” Scott calls from the tv, going through Stiles’ games.

“Fine. I buy my snacks as needed, okay?”

Allison comes out of the kitchen snacking on a carrot dipped in peanut butter. She comes up to Stiles and offers him a bite, which he takes.

“Mmm, health,” she says mockingly.

Multiamory March Day #2: Supernatural

Fandom: Teen Wolf Relationship: Derek/Stiles/Scott Rating: Teen Word count: 1.6k

Excerpt:

Stiles wakes up with a headache forming behind his eyelids. The floor is cold under him and he wonders who got to him this time. He’s goddamn tired of being kidnapped for being the easy target in a werewolf pack. Not as easy as he used to be, but still easy enough that kidnappings are almost an annual tradition for him.

Once he opens his eyes he realizes he’s in a basement, and a quick body assessment turns up that he’s also got a foot shackled to a radiator. Awesome. Just what he needed: a Jigsaw copycat. He quickly scans the room for other people but he’s alone, no other Saw traps to be seen either.

He tries to unlock the shackles on his leg when a voice pierces through the silence, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

A robed woman walks down the steps leading to the basement without making any sound. The hairs on the back of his arms stand up immediately. Stiles sits up as straight as he can, his headache pounding as he does so.