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"Shit," she growls, dragging herself to him. He doesn't look too bad off, a little roughed up, easy enough to wake with a jostle, and as soon as his eyes snap open, she's hissing, "what the hell are you doing here? How are you here? You shouldn't be- oof!"
He's got her gathered in his arms, laughing with a manic kind of relief, "Oh my god, oh my god, I found you!"
She sighs, but latches onto him, incapable of denying herself the comfort of a gentle touch, not after- not after everything. She closes her eyes, breathes him in, lemon rinds and snowdrops and Pack, lets herself melt into the touch, soft and tender.
"You found me," She says, "but now somebody needs to find you, huh?"
He pulls away a little startled, blinks at her, smiles sheepishly, "Uhh, yeah. I guess so."
She huffs out a breath and cuffs him, "Idiot."
[Or: The one where Stiles finds Derek's missing Betas, gets captured and tortured by the Alphas, all while everyone else looks for him. Add a few creepy dreams, some wings, and a whole lotta magic.]
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- Part 12 of TW Bingo♘
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30 Nov 2025
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Stiles is dancing.
He's nearly knee-deep in the freeze of it all, a paper bag of roasted peanuts and jellybeans swaying precariously in his hand, lines from the play and laughter spilling from his sugar-salted lips, dancing.
Derek's lungs, twinkling from the sharp, crisp air, forget altogether how breathing's supposed to get done. His heart seems to decide to pick up the slack, and the butterflies in his belly are honestly so juvenile he's a little surprised at himself.
Stiles twirls with the wind and the snowflakes and the height of his damnable ridiculousness, sunshine eyes bursting supernovas when he smiles, all that bright in him just pouring recklessly out. Like it's infinite, endless, like he doesn't have to worry about reaching the bottom and coming up empty. And the fresh snow soaks up all that lovely, reflects it back until even the stars can only stare on in jealousy.
Derek wants to tell him he's being an idiot, wants to tell him he's going to catch a fucking cold, wants to wrap his loose scarf more warmly around his bare, cinnamon-speckled sweet-cream throat.
But he's still trying to remember how to breathe.
[Or: That one with a whole fucking lot of xmas fluff, honestly]
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27 Nov 2025
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He hears the grate of Erica sliding the window open, hears her call after the homeless man, muttering far off now, "Hey! You killed Stiles!"
She sounds vaguely annoyed more than anything.
Derek wants to howl with the agony he's in.
"You bastard!" Isaac chimes from somewhere deeper in the Loft.
Derek feels sick.
He rocks the body in his arms, holds the hand in his over the wound, shakes with sobs he doesn't let free, and wonders how this was the thing who got the boy who runs with wolves? How was it just another meaningless act of violence? How is that fair?
Why doesn't anyone seem to care?
[Or: The one where Stiles gets cursed by witches, keeps dying and coming back to life, and the only one even vaguely cognizant of this is Derek.]
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26 Nov 2025
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"Take me away," Stiles breathes when Peter opens his door.
He's soaked through, heavy rain drumming against the stiff line of his shoulders, mud cached up his pants, his arms, teeth-clacking, bone-clinking shivers wracking harshly through him. He feels cracked open, desperate, hollow, and there's a tight, blistering ache in the back of his throat begging him to cry, to spill out all his secrets, his terror, his misery.
"Alpha," he murmurs, crumbling, nearly whisked away by the harsh winds, and Peter's eyes go molten, from ice to lava in a split second, the liquid magma in those irises so entrancing that Stiles, roughly, helplessly, raggedly, repeats what can only be a benediction, "Alpha."
Peter growls, rough and low, and drags him inside, shutting the door behind him a little gentler than he'd expect, but then, Peter is always doing things gentler than he'd expect.
He fucking drowned him gentler than he would've expected, and isn't that just... his life in a nutshell.
[Or: Peter is protective and violent, Stiles is fucked up but surviving, and they elope to canada to see the northern lights.]
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26 Nov 2025
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"You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point."
Derek doesn't respond.
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25 Nov 2025