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by orphan_account

“For those of you who just transferred into this class or simply decided that day one wasn’t important enough to attend, I’m Professor Hale. Welcome to English 346, The American Novel.”Stiles is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open right now and that his eyes are wide with shock, because holy fuck,

by Quixoticity

Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He's got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist.He's also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark.He likes his life, but he's waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren't great but hey, Derek's a

by orphan_account

For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.Shit.(Or: In which

by Akira_of_the_Twilight

Peter looked at Stiles from the corner of his blue eyes and smirked. Stiles swore he saw a flash of red Peter’s eyes, but it might of have been his brain’s lack of oxygen making him hallucinate. “I’m looking for my soul mate. Christopher Argent. I believe he volunteered to be taken in for questionin

by weathervaanes

Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right.-0-“Why does my dad say that you and your boyfriend are a bad influence on me?”“What?”“Yeah,