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Stiam; Marking Your Heart.

Requested by: void_bilinski 

A/N:

This is yet another soulmate AU. The rules are:

Red tallies appear for every person you've loved, black for every one of those that have died, and white for soulmate.

Isaac and Jackson stayed.

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Tracing. Liam was tracing his wrist, staring intently at the two marks.

Red. White.

Unsurprisingly, one stood for Hayden. Though, it was red.

A dirty red that tarnished his wrist unpleasantly; a deep, antique ruby. Not a beautiful, bittersweet crimson. Just....red. No special feeling to it.

Then, there was the white. That white continuously melted him away, made him feel like he was free. Pale smoke, silver charm- purity. It didn't contrast against his skin, but it stood out enough for anyone to notice.

Who had noticed? Scott, with his three tallies. Kira with her two. Jackson with his one.

Everyone had noticed- they spoke out about it too. And because Scott, being Scott, decided it was best to call a pack meeting on the issue- they found out who.

They found out who was his innocence.

"Where's Stiles?" Lydia asked, eyes looking concerned as they crowded the room.

That name sent his heart in frenzy, carving it's beat into his brain and it's loneliness pain his wrist.

"Oh......" Isaac said awkwardly, catching onto Liam's skipped heartbeat.

"Shit." The youngest swore, colour draining from his face- face softening in realisation. "That bastard knew it was him."

"Well, then." Scott stated, collecting his bag from the deserted chair in the corner of the frequently dusted room. "Mission accomplished."

Liam scoffed at this, progressively becoming more aware of the obvious facts- subsequently becoming more pissed too.

Lydia, Jackson and Malia were all laughing loudly; whereas Kira and Isaac contained it (though it took much effort) and Scott sighed continuously- exasperated.

"I'm here!" An echo sounded, making all turn their heads swiftly- some almost breaking their necks. The door opened to reveal a worn-out Stiles, one that clearly had known he was running extremely late. "Sorry?" the human said, though it sounded more like a question, noticing the pack's 'oh' faces.

"Where were you?" Liam growled on instinct.

"Roscoe broke down again, had to walk."

"Ugh. Let's get this over with." He sighed, making his way back towards the centre table.

Apparently, showing off their wrists is a ritual type of event.

Scott was first, as alpha, placing his arm of the desk and pulling his sleeve up. He pointed to the first red- "Allison." - the second red- "Kira." - lastly, the white- "Isaac."

Isaac; "Scott." he said, pointing at one white mark at the centre of his pale wrist. Jackson; "Lydia."- again, white. Lydia; "Jackson."- white- "Allison."- red. So on, so on.

"So who was Allison's soulmate?" Isaac muttered the question, watching as Stiles lifted his arm to soon reveal his marks.

"I don't know." Lydia whispered back, growing slightly upset.

"First red is Lydia." Stiles started. He had four on his wrist- earning the 'largest amount of tallies' award. "Second red; Malia. Third red; Void." drum roll, queue gasps.

"What the fuck do you mean Void?"

"He said it was mandatory." Stiles sighed back in response to the repeated-by-all question. "Lastly-" pointing to the white. "-Liam."

"Called it!" Isaac shouted, earning glares. "Sorry.."

"Yeah, I only have Stiles." Liam muttered under his breath, staring at his 'soulmate' with icy blue eyes. He didn't even bother to show his tally.