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your car breaks down in a snowstorm. a crude stranger takes you in from the cold.
or; simon has no choice but to keep you sheltered in his cabin until the blizzard passes, whether you like it or not.
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25 Apr 2026
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In which you meet a hulking man with a temper and learn he is a boxer. you've got a prize he wants. you make him fight for it.
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21 Apr 2026
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“They are wolves, Derek, wolves!”
“I know.”
“They—” Stiles choked and focused his gaze on the alpha. “W-what?”
Amidst the rubble, the groaning building, the wailing, and the scent of burning metal, Derek looked calm. The alpha ascended one step, closer to Stiles. “My love, listen to me—”
“What is going on?” Stiles’ throat dried.
“I said, listen.”
The omega’s mouth clamped shut, his lips trembling. The muscles in Derek’s jaw bulged as if he struggled to stay still.
“I am taking you hostage.”
Stiles’ chest stilled. His lips parted. He went completely stiff, watching Derek’s lips move, but the words made no sense.
“Derek…” he murmured hoarsely, shaking his head. “What…”
“I am not going to hurt you.” Derek’s voice went hard as steel. He spread his arms as if showing the lack of armor. “But you are coming with me. It is an order. Do you understand me?”
Stiles shifted his gaze from his mouth to his eyes and flinched back.
They were red. Burgundy, like the blood splatters marring his face.
And just like that, everything became clear.
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17 Apr 2026
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love is an ugly and nebulous thing. hard to make heads nor tails of. maybe johnny's is the only shape you can make out in the murk of it.
or; it's your birthday, and while your distant lover forgets, johnny doesn't. you've been friends with him for as long as you can remember, close through thick and thin, and nobody knows you better. it's not your fault that the lines blur.
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11 Apr 2026
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"Hello," he says softly, setting his fiddle down in his lap, not bothering to stand.
"Hi," Derek replies, half-gruff, then, because he should, "that was- that was beautiful but... you know this is private property, right?"
The boy throws his head back and laughs, and laughs, and laughs. The sound of it is overwhelming in its childish joy, and his eyes positively sparkle when they land on Derek again.
"Yes," he says, unashamed "I knew." Then he's standing, fiddle and bow in one hand, the other stretched out toward Derek, friendly and welcoming, "My name is Stiles."
[Or: The one where there's a fiddler, and two werewolves whose eyes flash blue, and a whole fucking world to conquer.]
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- Part 8 of TW Bingo♘
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11 Apr 2026