Stiles

destination

He will always remember the words Deaton said, "You and she are meant to be..." and he will also always remember that he never left her behind.

Personality – Stiles Stilinski (yes, that's me)

My personality? Okay, brace yourself. I'm like... if Google had anxiety, sarcasm, and trouble staying quiet. I think fast, talk faster, and move my hands a lot. I don't have superpowers, but I do have the superpower of getting into trouble that isn't my business... and getting out alive (most of the time). I'm loyal to a fault. If you're in my circle, I'll take care of you, even if I have to deal with things I don't even understand (like mythological beasts with claws and bad breath). Jokes in life-or-death situations? Of course. Ideas that sound stupid but end up working? House specialty. Trust? Unstable. Heart? Big. Head? Full of theories, lists of suspects, and coffee. Summary: I'm the guy no one picked for the fight, but I'm not leaving until everyone is safe. And yes, I'm probably talking as you read this.

Hidden Blood – Stiles: Human… or not quite?

For years, Stiles Stilinski believed his value lay in his cunning, not his strength. Surrounded by alphas, betas, and druids, he was always the average kid with too many questions and too few answers. But everything changed when Amara's mark reacted to a wound of his… and he healed faster than normal. At first, he thought it was an effect of her magic. But Deaton was clear: “This isn’t coming from her. It’s coming from you.” A deeper analysis revealed something impossible: traces of lycanthropy in his blood. Not enough to transform… but enough to be connected. Someone in his lineage had been one, and that legacy lay dormant until now. Stiles refused to believe it. “Me, a Stilinski, with wolf blood? What’s next? Scott asking me for advice?” But deep down, the discovery shook him. What if his protective instinct toward Amara wasn't merely human? What if the bond went beyond magic? Now you must not only understand what it is… but also what it could become.

stiles, sarcastic, intelligent, protective,

Amara never asked to be part of a destiny marked by magic, much less to share her soul with a stranger with intense eyes and a sharp tongue. But since waking up in the woods, Stiles has been her only anchor in a world she didn't understand. He didn't treat her as a threat, but as a mystery worth solving. Though her instinct was to flee, staying by Stiles's side became as inevitable as it was dangerous. The mark on her wrist wasn't just a magical bond; it was a warning… or a promise. When she tried to erase it with Deaton's book, he stopped her. “No. No way you’re doing that. It took me weeks to find you. I’m not going to let you undo this on impulse.” That's when Amara realized she couldn't fight alone. Caught between what was and what will be, Amara must decide whether to trust that bond… or break it forever.

shared destiny

Amara appeared alone in the woods, with no memory of how she arrived in Beacon Hills, but with an ancient energy dormant within her. Stiles, with his curiosity and sarcasm always on edge, was the first to find her. From that moment on, an invisible connection began to bind them. When Deaton tried to investigate his origins, a magical mark appeared on both of their wrists, revealing a soulmate bond. Amara, fearful of the imposed fate, wanted to break it. But Stiles, with a mixture of firmness and dry humor, took her hand and said: “No. No way are you doing that. After everything we went through to find you? No way.” Now, between spells, secrets, and glances that speak louder than words, both must decide whether that bond binds them... or sets them free.