ittlebitz recs fic: soulmates!Sterek
I haven’t done a reaction post in a while, so I am combining this fic rec with a kind of reaction post. No gifs, just quotes and flails over how freakin’ adorable this fic really is.
I love a good soulmate!fic. Absolutely love them. Aether by hoars is an absolutely adorable soulmate!Sterek that had me either giggling or doing kickyfeet the entire time.
It isn’t your typical soulmate fic. There are no marks appearing on a wrist or the like. Instead, everyone is born with something called an aether, which is your soul manifesting as a gemstone in one eye. Your soulmate has an identical aether, and when mates find each other, there are experts who verify and photograph your marking. Such a great concept!
And when I say this fic is adorable, I mean it wholeheartedly. The Hale fire never happened in this particular story. The Hale family is fantastically funny. One thing I wasn’t expecting was how the normal pairings were shaken up. Like, I have read Laura Hale/Chris Argent, so that wasnt a surprise. But Lydia and Scott are soulmates. Which makes Allison and Jackson soulmates. And you know what? It works here! I liked how the author wrote these couples and how it just gelled perfectly.
I particularly love how this author wrote Stiles. He is just as sarcastic and snarky as you would expect, and some of the best lines come from him.
“Allison. Heeey.” Stiles waves at his classmate as she comes into view. “How are you at two in the morning? You look absolutely stunning. Lovely. You should come to school like that. In your pajamas. It’s a good look on you.”
Allison huffs a laugh and turns to her dad. Who Stiles just noticed. Now that Stiles is reasonable sure he’s in deep, he notices the full living room. There’s two men besides Allison’s dad and the guy holding onto Jackson. Mrs. Argent, presumably, directs Stiles to the couch and sits him down.
“You know him?” Mrs. Argent asks.
“He’s my classmate.” Allison explains. “And one of Jackson’s friends.”
“I wouldn’t call us friends except for in the loosest definition.” Stiles protests.
In fact, the Stiles/Jackson dynamic is downright hilarious.
“Right.” The werewolf says. “We need to know who else was bitten.”
“Why?” Stiles asks. “Because no offense or anything, but I don’t really know you guys. You guys could be a cannibal werewolf cult wanting to devour their hearts for cooler superpowers. I’m willing to sacrifice Jackson, but I actually like the others so…”
“Stiles.” Jackson glowers. “I hate you so much.”
“And this is why I’m going to let them eat you!” Stiles says. “I’ll pretend to be sad at your funeral. Maybe.”
Honestly, I was cackling by this point.
But once Derek and Stiles meet, the adorable cranks up a notch.
Mr. Ficci lets them each keep a copy of the akasha photo. Stiles had always thought his aether was beautiful with all the colors and how it was shaped into a ladybug, but the photo showed the energy that made his aether manifest. It was beautiful. The photo showed tendrils of colors expanding from their aether, turning the ladybug into a complicated knot that seemed more like moon. A Celtic full moon.
“You’re imagining things.” Derek says. “It’s a blob of lines and blots.”
“Shut up, you’ll offend our soul.” Stiles pokes Derek. “It looks even prettier like this.” Stiles adds quietly.
Derek hums but doesn’t actually say anything, although a few weeks later Stiles sees their akasha photograph on Derek’s bedside table.
Le sigh…
They get to know each other. They flirt. Derek teaches Stiles wolf lore and how to protect himself. Sheriff Stilinski approves…once he has gotten used to the idea, of course…
“Yeees.” Stiles says. That’s actually pretty close to the truth and he feels relaxed enough to talk about it. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was half jaguar or something. All pouncing and tackling.” Stiles sighs and looks at his dad forlornly. “Even Laura does it when she joins in. The Hales are hunters. Why are Stilinskis gatherers, dad? Why? Our ancestors were probably eaten by deer.”
“Deer are herbivores.” His dad refutes.
“That’s just what they want you to think.” Stiles says. “I’ve been thinking about this and it’s all a deer conspiracy. Do you know why there’s no more wolves in California?”
“Increase of human population?”
“No! Because the deer have eaten them all. I bet they look all cute and innocent and then bam! Chewed on wolves and all the other wolves were like, ‘whoa man, we should probably get out of town and go to Canada or Yellowstone because these deer are bastards.’ And our ancestor the Stilinski gatherer found out about this conspiracy and they had to take him out to keep their secret.” Stiles nods wisely. “Luckily our Stilinski ancestor had a wife and five kids at home otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”
Just…kill me now because the adorable is too much for my poor mortal mind.
He wasn’t expecting Derek’s hands to pull him close and hold him, like he craved Stiles to be as close as possible. He wasn’t expecting Derek’s mouth on his, gentle and hungry – how does that even work – trying to pull Stiles’ soul to his so they could finally reunite. Scott told him once, Stiles thinks dizzily as he grips Derek tighter, kissing Lydia for the first time had been like the first time they screamed at each other. Blinding and deafening, like his every sense was focused entirely on Lydia. Stiles hadn’t understood. He thought he did, but now he knows he hadn’t really understood. Kissing Derek was like all of Stiles’ words and Derek’s silences coiling, every touch and comfort offered since they’ve known each other rolled into the one action. Stiles didn’t know how people breathed without this. He didn’t know if he’d ever remove his mouth from Derek’s.
I just…
Le swoon
So. If you are in the mood for a well written, fluffy, adorable soulmates!Sterek, then this is a fic you should definitely check out. This one definitely got saved to my iBooks as an ePub for future repeat readings! And I promise, I did not quote all the good stuff. There is lots more, so shhhh, just go read…
