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A universe where soulmates exist and while there are no laws regarding finding your soulmates when they are underage there are some social standards regarding such situations.
Also in which Stiles is willing to do anything to protect what is his, and the Hales are his and may the Gods have mercy on those that come after them because Stiles has none.
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Stiles already had a history with skin magazines for werewolves. It wasn't like he was new at this, even if his modeling portfolio was completely pathetic. He was cool and collected. He was a jaded professional. He was not at all prepared for working with Derek Hale.
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There are wolves in the world. Many thought the myths and legends of their abilities were nothing more than that. Just stories to keep children out of the woods. Stiles never thought much about it. The Forbidden Woods was just a place for him to escape and think. Perhaps he should have listened a bit more to those ancient tales.
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Stiles gets a tattoo when he turns eighteen. Derek notices. Quietly.
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The tattoo is vein-like and strange, but it’s so very…right. It’s not necessarily a picture, but free-flowing lines that wind around his arm and dip and dance around his scars. It makes him feel free, makes him feel powerful.
He goes in for his second tattoo when he’s about to leave for school in Southern California.
It's not so much of a second one as a continuation. He decides that, though the pattern isn't of branches it acts like them, so he branches it down over his shoulder and down to the center of his back, kind of like draping a toga. At the center of his back the lines concentrate and sort of circle. He adds a splash of jade-shaded almond shapes and feels stronger somewhere deep inside.