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In the rules it says "You may combine fills for this bingo with another challenge as long as their rules do not break ours and it’s within our posting period."
Does this mean that if another challenge allows you to use multiple prompts in one fic that you cannot write a fic for this challenge while also filling a prompt from the other one? Even if for your fic you only do one from each?
Sorry if this has already been answered, I just want to be sure I'm 100% clear on the rules.
It has not been answered before and it's a great question!
As long as you are only claiming one prompt from this bingo, you can write as many prompts from other challenges as you want in the same fic.
If this doesn't fully answer you question, please send another anon or message the account. I wanna make sure that it's answered the way you need.
Setting: Hollywood Boulevard, midday sun beating down, tourists everywhere
Isabelle walked a few steps ahead of Peter, her bare feet padding across the Walk of Fame like she belonged there. Her jeans were cuffed just above her ankles, and the soft plaid flannel hanging open over her black tank top fluttered in the breeze that drifted up the boulevard. Sunglasses perched on her head, she was scanning the names on the stars with childlike delight, pausing every few steps to crouch and squeal over someone she recognized.
Peter followed, hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, wearing a fitted black V-neck that clung too perfectly to his frame and a pair of black aviators that made him look like he belonged in a luxury car commercial. He looked effortlessly smug. LA smug.
He had to admit, he liked how people looked at them. How heads turned when they passed. Though, truth be told, most of them were looking at him.
“Oh my God, is that—” a woman whispered behind them, phone already up.
“No way, that’s Ryan from Yellowstone. He looks just like him—”
“It’s Ian Bohen, I swear! From Teen Wolf!”
Peter smirked, not slowing his pace. Isabelle, of course, hadn’t noticed yet—she was too busy losing her mind over the fact that Julie Andrews' star was missing a chunk of its 'R'.
“Seriously?” she muttered. “They chipped Mary Poppins. That’s a frickin' felony.”
The sound of clicking heels approached rapidly from behind, and then—
“Excuse me!” a tourist, maybe mid-thirties and already flushed from the heat, breathlessly sidled up to Peter. “Are you…? Oh my God, sorry, I just—I love your work. Especially on Mad Men You were so amazing as Roy Hazelitt —seriously, chills!”
Peter blinked behind his sunglasses. Isabelle turned around just in time to see the woman thrust a pen and notepad toward him.
He tilted his head. “You’re sure I’m who you think I am?”
The woman giggled nervously. “Uh, yeah? Ian Bohen, right? I’ve seen every episode of Yellowstone. You’re so good at playing Ryan.”
Isabelle’s jaw dropped. Wait… what?
The woman glanced at Isabelle, then lowered her voice. “Oh! I didn’t mean to interrupt your day with your—” her eyes did a full once-over on Isabelle’s flannel, blonde hair, and bare feet, “—uh, friend. I’m just such a fan.”
Peter turned his head ever so slightly toward Isabelle, one brow cocked, grin forming slowly.
“Oh, no,” Isabelle said, realizing what was happening.
“Yes,” Peter said smoothly, removing his sunglasses and giving the woman that signature Bohen smirk.
She squealed.
“Nope!” Isabelle spun around and walked five steps away, hands in the air. “No no no no no—absolutely not.”
Peter chuckled and signed the notepad, scribbling something unintelligible just to be a menace. “There you go. Thanks for watching.”
The woman fluttered off, texting madly and clutching the autograph like it was sacred.
Isabelle turned back around, mouth open in horror. “You let her think you were Ian Bohen!”
“I didn’t let her, I simply didn’t correct her. Huge difference.” He shrugged and slid his sunglasses back on. “Besides, you've mentioned I have a certain… resemblance.”
“That’s because you do look like him,” she muttered under her breath.
Peter smirked. “What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Did you just call me your favorite actor?”
“No.”
“Pretty sure you did.”
She walked ahead again, cheeks flushed, refusing to look at him.
Peter kept grinning like a wolf that just stole someone else’s steak.
“Wait,” he said, striding to catch up. “Don’t you have a whole folder on your laptop labeled ‘Ian Bohen Appreciation’?”
Isabelle groaned. “Pe-ter.”
“You have a subfolder titled ‘Arms and Smirk Collection.’”
“I was hormonal and innocent!”
Peter just chuckled.
She glared up at him. “You signed her notepad. She took pictures. She’s going to put that on Instagram. He's going to be tagged.”
“Good,” he said smoothly. “Let the world think Ian Bohen has a girlfriend.”
“Oh my—” she stopped herself, throwing up her hands. “You are insufferable.”
“And yet, here you are. Walking beside me barefoot, blushing over your celebrity crush.”
Isabelle looked down at her toes. “This is a fever dream. I’m going to wake up, overseas, and be sixteen with posters on my wall.”
He leaned close, his voice suddenly low and warm in her ear. “You know, if you really wanted a signed headshot, all you had to do was ask.”
She groaned again. “Thor strike me down…”
He grinned, tugging playfully on her flannel sleeve. “C’mon, little beta. Let’s go find my star. Maybe you’ll get lucky and it’ll say Peter Hale.”
“Oh, bite me.”
“You’d like that.”
Isabelle whirled around and jabbed a finger at him. “You are not allowed to roleplay Ian Bohen, Peter. That is not a kink we are entertaining today.”
Peter merely smirked, voice dropping to a gravel that was definitely too accurate. “You sure, darlin’? ‘Cause you look like a woman who could use some midwest justice.”
Isabelle rolled her eyes as she continued walking.
“RYAN!” someone else shouted from across the boulevard. “We love you!”
Peter gave a lazy wave.
Isabelle turned bright red, then covered her face with both hands and screamed.
Peter kept glancing sideways at her as they walked, the corners of his mouth twitching every time she muttered under her breath.
Isabelle folded her arms tightly across her chest like it might contain the internal screaming. “I cannot believe you. I cannot believe you.”
“You can. You married me.”
“You impersonated my celebrity crush.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t impersonate. I am your celebrity crush.”
“No!” she protested, throwing her arms out wide. “No, you are Peter Hale. You are the man who steals the blankets, threatens heels and leaves hickeys just far enough up that I can’t hide them in tank tops.”
Peter’s grin grew smug. “Still sounds like your crush.”
She glared at him, then paused as her eyes caught something a few feet away—a souvenir shop with a stand full of T-shirts and novelty mugs. Her gaze narrowed.
Peter followed it, already suspicious. “No.”
“Oh yes,” she said, stalking toward the shop.
“Belleza.”
She grabbed a black shirt off the rack and held it up. Bold white letters read: ‘I MET IAN BOHEN IN HOLLYWOOD AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS SHIRT.’
She turned and held it to Peter’s chest. “Put it on.”
“I will set this entire city on fire.”
“Oh, now you’re method acting.”
He snatched the shirt from her, turned, and tossed it casually back onto the rack. “Let’s get lunch before you get more ideas.”
“Too late,” she sing-songed.
Peter shook his head, biting back laughter. “You’re going to torment me with this forever, aren’t you?”
Isabelle beamed, looping her arm through his. “Obviously. I’m married to Ian Bohen.”
He muttered, “I should’ve let that woman think you were a crazed barefoot fan who wandered off a bus tour.”
“Too late. You’re famous now.”
“Gods help me, how did you turn this around on me?"
Isabelle smirked as she flounced down the sidewalk, "I learned from the best, Alpha."
The Stilinski living room was half-lit, one lamp glowing dimly in the corner while shadows crept into every edge of the room. Everyone was exhausted—mud-streaked boots kicked off by the door, bloodied towels tossed near the laundry basket, and the faint smell of werewolf and burnt vampire still lingering in the air.
Isabelle was curled up on the couch, her legs pulled under her, a sweatshirt way too big for her frame hanging off one shoulder. Peter sat beside her, fingers lightly trailing over her wrist where a vampire's claws had grazed her. He was silent, but his eyes were murderous.
Across the room, Derek nursed a busted knuckle, sitting on the arm of the other couch like the brooding monument to bad decisions he always was.
And then there was Stiles. Pacing. Talking. Waving his hands like someone had spiked his adrenaline with espresso.
“Okay, hear me out—hear me out,” Stiles said for the fifth time, voice growing more animated. “What if a vampire bites a werewolf?”
Derek groaned. “Stiles…”
“No, no, don’t you ‘Stiles’ me right now, I am asking the important scientific questions here!”
Peter didn't even blink. “You want science? I can rip out a heart and we can observe the effects in real time.”
“Tempting, but no, let’s keep the heart-ripping to a minimum. We’re in a living room, not a lair,” Stiles said, waving Peter off with exaggerated caution. “But seriously! Vampires drink blood. Werewolves have supernatural blood. That’s got to do something, right? Like, what if it’s like… Red Bull for them? Or poison. Or maybe it's like doing shots of battery acid mixed with espresso and full moonlight.”
“No, I’m thinking. Big difference,” Stiles shot back. “Just—think about it. Vampire fangs in a werewolf. Do they become like… a vam-wolf? A were-pire? Would they start brooding in the sun and howling at the moon? Would they sparkle and growl?”
Peter leaned back slightly, amused despite himself. “I would pay money to see a vampire try to bite me.”
“You'd kill them before they got within ten feet of Isabelle,” Derek said flatly.
“Obviously,” Peter agreed.
“Would it depend on the vampire?” Stiles continued, now pacing again, fingers steepled like some mad professor. “Like, are we talking Anne Rice, Buffyverse, or Twilight rules? Because if we’re using Blade rules, a werewolf bite might actually kill them—or mutate them!”
“Are you saying Peter could be Blade?” Isabelle asked with a dry smirk.
Peter looked offended. “I do not wear leather vests.”
“But you do decapitate supernatural creatures with sharp objects,” she countered, poking him with her foot. “You’re halfway there.”
“Guys, focus,” Stiles insisted. “This is important. Like, what if a vampire bites a werewolf, and instead of dying, the werewolf turns into a vampire? Or maybe they just get super sick? Or maybe—maybe—their inner wolf gets all rabid and they go feral.”
“Sounds like Tuesday,” Derek mumbled.
Isabelle blinked slowly. “Is this you checking if you have to worry about vampires biting Derek?”
“No! Yes. Maybe. I’m just saying, I’d like to know if a vampire bite makes you go full Cujo or if he'd just start wearing eyeliner and listening to My Chemical Romance on loop.”
Peter raised an eyebrow. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Okay, emo dad jokes are not helping,” Stiles huffed.
“Honestly,” Isabelle said, “it’s not the bite that would worry me. It’s if a vampire feeds on a werewolf and doesn’t immediately die from the toxicity. That could make them stronger, right?”
Peter turned toward her, a glimmer of pride in his gaze. “Exactly. Our blood is laced with lunar energy. It’s not meant for parasites.”
“Okay, so… vampire drinks werewolf blood, and either implodes or levels up. That’s not terrifying at all,” Stiles said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Derek glanced up. “We’ve seen it happen before. Hunters used to try injecting vampire blood into wolves to see what would happen.”
Stiles stopped pacing. “Wait, what? And you’re just telling me this now?!”
“Because it always ends badly,” Derek said with a shrug.
“Werewolf-vampire hybrids are unstable,” Peter added. “Think rabid dogs with bloodlust and a tendency to explode.”
“Explode?” Stiles squawked.
Isabelle buried her face in Peter’s arm, laughing softly.
“Only once or twice,” Peter said, far too calm.
“Once or twice is too many times! This is why I ask these questions!”
Peter leaned toward Stiles with a smirk. “Maybe you should stop asking.”
Stiles took a step back. “Rude. I’m trying to keep us all alive here.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “You’re trying to win an argument with werewolves about vampires and werewolves.”
“Because I’m the only human left in the room! Someone has to keep you all grounded in logic and movie lore!”
Isabelle peeked over Peter’s arm. “Then maybe next time, bring popcorn and a whiteboard.”
Stiles opened his mouth, paused, and then slowly nodded. “Noted. Operation: Twilight Breakdown is officially happening. I’m making slides.”
Peter sighed. “Why do I have the sudden urge to hunt something just to avoid this conversation?”
Isabelle patted his thigh. “Because you’re you.”
“Because he’s sane,” Derek said.
“Because you know I’m right,” Stiles shot back smugly.
“Because I’d rather deal with another vampire nest than another one of your PowerPoint nights,” Peter muttered.
Isabelle grinned. “I’d rather deal with a PowerPoint nights than with you as a vam-wolf. You’d be insufferable.”
“I’m already insufferable,” Peter said, arching a brow.
“I was being polite,” she said sweetly.
“Christ,” Derek said, standing up. “I’m going to go shower before this turns into flirting.”
“You mean more flirting,” Stiles corrected.
Peter stretched out his arm along the back of the couch, possessively behind Isabelle. “I could make it worse.”
Stiles held up his hands. “Please don’t. I’ll take my vampire theories and go.”
“You need to wipe the vampire goo off Roscoe,” Peter said.
Stiles groaned. “Why do I always end up the clean-up crew?”
Derek passed by him toward the stairs, smirking. “Because you never shut up.”
Stiles pointed at him. “Rude. True. But still rude.”
Not just in the primal, instinctive way most people did—the soft glow of a fireplace on a winter’s night, the flicker of a match in the dark, the dance of a candle's flame beside a glass of red wine. No, Peter loved fire with intention. He admired the beauty of it, the chemistry, the structure. He could wax poetic about the chemical reaction of combustion the same way he could recite Shakespearean soliloquies from memory. He used fire like a painter used brushstrokes—methodically, deliberately.
He lit tall, thick candles around the house, curated specifically for their subtle sandalwood or amber scents. At night, he often sat in his leather chair by the hearth, reading with a glass of whiskey as the flames crackled behind the grate. He wasn’t shy about letting molten wax trail along Isabelle’s skin during their more intimate play. She shivered and moaned at the warm kiss of heat, while he watched with possessive fascination as the wax cooled and clung to her skin like a mark.
He loved fire—so long as it belonged to him.
Because there was one truth about fire that turned that love into something jagged and buried deep in the marrow of his bones.
Peter Hale didn’t fear fire.
He feared fire he couldn’t control.
The Hale House hadn’t been just a house, not really. It had been a home, a stronghold, the seat of their pack for generations. Ancient stone, timber beams, an iron hearth that had been lit in celebration, in mourning, in ritual. That fire had meant something.
Until it turned against them.
Until someone else—Kate fucking Argent—had stolen it from them. Taken it, weaponized it, turned it loose on the sleeping wolves inside. He could still feel it sometimes, licking up his legs, searing into his lungs as he screamed. Trapped. Powerless. Smoke and pain and betrayal sinking into his skin until it fused with his soul. And when he woke up, alone in a hospital bed, every scream was still there in his ears.
He survived. But surviving didn’t mean he was whole.
Years passed.
Isabelle came into his life like a storm cloaked in sunshine. Beautiful and fierce, stubborn and deeply, achingly human in all the ways that mattered most. She dug her fingers into the hollow spaces he didn’t know he still had and filled them with something terrifying—hope.
Peter didn’t let himself fall easily. But with her, it wasn’t falling. It was gravity. Unavoidable. A pull so strong that resisting it hurt worse than surrendering ever could.
So he gave her everything. His name. His trust. His collar. His fire.
But the second time fire tried to take something from him, it brought Peter Hale to his knees.
Stiles.
Goddamn Stiles Stilinski.
Peter didn’t know if he’d ever fully forgive the boy—not even for what he did, but for why he did it. For the warped logic that told him that chaining his twin sister to a bed and leaving her there was love.
Peter still had nightmares about it.
He still saw Isabelle’s body, barely breathing, singed and stained with soot. The smell of her hair, her skin, her blood had seared into his memory like acid on silk. Her heartbeat had fluttered and stopped and fluttered again, dancing the edge of death. Three times she flatlined. Three times he almost lost her.
That fire hadn't belonged to him. He didn’t light it. He didn’t choose it.
And worse—he hadn’t stopped it.
No matter how fast he ran, how deep he tore into the forest searching for her scent, no matter how loud he roared her name—he hadn’t saved her before the flames touched her. He’d failed. Again.
It wasn't just fire anymore. It was failure. It was helplessness.
It was the sick twist in his gut that said: You're cursed, Hale. Anyone you love, burns.
So when they passed the apartment fire, months later, Isabelle’s hand tucked into the crook of his arm, walking lazily from the bookstore toward the parking lot, Peter didn’t expect it to undo him.
It started with a smell. Not acrid yet. Just the early signs—burnt insulation, melting rubber, something faintly sweet and poisonous on the wind.
Then the sound—sirens, too many, too fast.
Then the color—the flicker of red and orange against the buildings. Then heat, radiating against his skin.
And suddenly, he wasn’t standing in the middle of Beacon Hills anymore. He was back in the Hale House. In the cabin. Inside flames that weren’t his.
Peter stopped walking. No—he froze. His body went rigid, breath caught in his throat like it was wrapped in barbed wire. His fingers clenched so hard around Isabelle’s hand that she let out a startled squeak, and he didn’t even hear it.
“Peter?” she said, frowning. “Peter, hey—”
He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Couldn’t hear her over the crackling in his ears. Couldn’t see her past the illusion of smoke. Couldn’t stop the trembling. Couldn’t breathe.
He felt it happen, slow and brutal.
The panic clawed up from his stomach, wrapped around his lungs like ivy, choking the air from him. His knees buckled. His mouth opened but nothing came out. His claws extended—out of instinct, not aggression—and Isabelle was already dropping to the ground with him, her arms sliding around him.
“Hey, hey, hey—breathe. Peter, look at me.”
She was anchoring him. Her touch was soft, grounding. Her voice was firm, not frightened, though her heart was racing under her skin.
“I’m here. You’re safe. I’ve got you. You’re not there, Alpha. You’re here. With me.”
His claws scraped across the pavement. He couldn’t look at the fire. Couldn’t look at the building.
“Control,” he gasped. “I—I didn’t… I didn’t light it. I didn’t—Isabelle, I couldn’t—”
“I know,” she whispered, one hand cradling his jaw, the other pressing against his chest, right over his heart. “You’re not supposed to control everything. But I’m here.”
His body shook as he dragged in a broken breath.
It wasn’t even his fire. It was some poor tenant’s accident, a faulty wire or someone falling asleep with a lit cigarette. It had nothing to do with them.
But still, Peter Hale was reduced to a trembling heap in the middle of the sidewalk, because fire that wasn’t his still reached inside and tore something loose.
It took nearly twenty minutes for him to regulate his breathing. Isabelle stayed with him the whole time, her body curled against his, murmuring soft reassurances, tracing circles on his back, letting him shake and rage and come back to himself.
When he finally looked up, his face was streaked with tears he hadn’t noticed. His claws had retracted. His eyes weren’t glowing anymore.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked.
“Don’t you dare,” Isabelle said firmly. “Don’t you ever apologize for surviving.”
His laugh came out wet and bitter. “I’m supposed to be stronger than this.”
“You are,” she snapped. “You think fear makes you weak? It makes you human, Peter.”
He stared at her.
“Okay, fine, werehuman or whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“I’m a fucking alpha,” he muttered.
She cupped his face between her hands, forcing him to look at her. “You’re my alpha. Which means you don’t have to control everything. Not fire, not fate, not me—”
That got the tiniest flicker of a smirk out of him.
“—and certainly not your trauma. You just have to let me in when it gets loud, okay?”
He exhaled slowly. “Okay.”
She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m not afraid of your fire, Peter Hale. The real fire. The one that lives inside you. You can burn as hot as you need. I’ll still be here.”
He closed his eyes.
In the background, sirens faded, the fire trucks beginning to pull away. The worst of the flames were doused. Smoke lingered in the air like a bad memory. But Isabelle? Isabelle smelled like vanilla and lavender.
His arms wrapped around her, finally strong again. Grounded. Safe.
“You’re right,” he murmured. “It’s not the fire.”
She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.
“It’s losing control,” he said. “It’s losing you.”
“You won’t,” she promised. “Not unless you walk away.”
“I’d rather burn.”
She smiled—sharp, affectionate, impossibly fierce. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me, Hale.”
Later that night, when they got home, Peter lit the candles himself. He poured the whiskey. He knelt beside the fire and built it by hand—careful, precise, every log placed exactly as he liked it.
Isabelle sat curled on the couch, her eyes following him, trusting him. He met her gaze and saw no fear there, only love.
And when he lit the match and dropped it into the hearth, the fire obeyed. It flickered to life beneath his fingers, his flame, his power, and he stared into it like a man reclaiming something sacred.
Well, technically it's still May 31st somewhere! Even if I am coming in a little late, here's a little Sterek piece I pulled out of my WIPs and finished up for Mental Health Awareness Month (but lbh, mental health is important for every single day of the year!). Also, there's a double drabble to go with this!
This work crosses off the “quality time” square for my @hurtcomfort-bingo card, the "first choice" square for my @sweetspicybingo Beginnings Bingo card and the “your choice of prompt” square for @twbingo’s Grab Bag card 027.
If you need a pick-me-up, I'm hoping some Sterek hugs can do the trick. Take care of yourselves, folks as we head into a new month!
Title: One Day, It'll Be Okay (<- read on AO3)
Rating: Teen
WC: 200
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Dreams and Nightmares, Hugs, Mental Health Issues, Established Relationship, Digital Art, Fanart, Art, Double Drabble, POV Derek Hale
Summary:
Derek and Stiles try to be there for each other whenever sleep seems impossible.
It started, as many things did in Beacon Hills, with a moment so quietly profound it went unnoticed by nearly everyone—except Peter Hale.
Peter had always been an observant man. Dangerous, yes, manipulative, definitely, but mostly, annoyingly observant. He noticed things others didn’t. The twitch of a muscle, the slight change in scent, the lingering look two people tried to hide when they thought no one was watching.
And for the past several weeks, he had been watching.
It wasn’t unusual for Malia Tate and Kira Yukimura to hang out. They had bonded, in their own weird way, through being the odd ones out—Malia with her blunt aggression and occasional disregard for social etiquette, Kira with her fox spirit and quiet confidence. They trained together sometimes, laughed at private jokes no one else understood, and disappeared for long stretches with vague excuses.
Peter didn’t care much for most of the pack’s drama, but he appreciated a good secret, especially when it could be leveraged.
So when Chris Argent casually mentioned over bourbon one night, “I think Malia and Kira are sneaking off to spar. Probably just blowing off steam,” Peter had raised a brow.
“Is that what you think?” he’d drawled.
Chris looked over, assessing him. “What, you think they’re dating?”
Peter smirked. “I know they are.”
Chris snorted. “A hundred bucks says you’re wrong.”
Peter had leaned back in his chair, swirling the ice in his glass. “Make it a hundred and a bottle of Glenfiddich 21.”
“Deal.”
So now, Peter was simply waiting for the inevitable to unfold.
—
Lydia had her suspicions. Not because she had supernatural intuition about relationships, but because Kira kept smiling.
The kitsune was normally cheerful, sure, but this was different. Softer. She blushed more often. She started wearing this weird shade of plum lipstick that matched one Malia owned, and once—just once—Lydia had caught them brushing fingers in the middle of a team planning session.
It had lasted no more than two seconds. Blink and you’d miss it.
But Lydia Martin didn’t blink when it came to interpersonal drama.
She brought it up to Isabelle over chai teas at the clearing, both of them lounging on an oversized blanket.
“I’m not saying they’re definitely dating,” Lydia said, stirring her straw around with purpose, “but they’re definitely something.”
Isabelle raised a brow and tilted her head. “You think so? Malia hasn’t said anything to me. But now that you mention it… Kira was wearing one of Malia’s flannels the other day. And it smelled like Malia.”
They exchanged a look. Lydia leaned forward conspiratorially.
“I’m giving it another week. They’ll slip up.”
—
Derek had also noticed… but, like Peter, Derek noticed everything. He just rarely commented on it.
He didn’t say a word until one night at the loft, when Kira dropped Malia off after patrol, and Malia didn’t get out of the car for a full seven minutes.
Derek had watched through the loft window, arms crossed, not saying anything even when Peter strolled past behind him and smirked, “Should we give them a porch light warning?”
Derek just grunted.
Peter leaned against the wall, “She’s happy.”
Derek raised a brow. “Surprisingly wholesome of you.”
Peter gave him a look. “Not everything has to be dramatic.”
“Says the man who once set a bank vault on fire for dramatic effect.”
—
Meanwhile, Scott was absolutely oblivious.
So was Stiles. And Liam. And Isaac.
It came to a head during a movie night at Scott’s house.
All of them had gathered in the living room—popcorn, pizza, blankets, the works. Malia was already on the couch when Kira arrived late, hair damp from a shower and cheeks flushed. No one thought twice when Malia patted the seat beside her and Kira practically melted into the space, their thighs pressed together.
Scott was explaining the plot of the movie for the fifth time (no one was listening), and Stiles was arguing that Kira should have picked the horror movie instead of the dumb rom-com, when Liam glanced over and froze.
Kira and Malia didn’t even flinch. They were too engrossed in the screen.
“Oh my god,” Stiles breathed. “They’re—what is happening?”
Malia finally glanced over, deadpan as always. “What?”
Scott leaned forward, brow furrowed in confusion. “Are you guys… dating?”
Kira flushed and smiled a little. Malia shrugged. “Yeah.”
Silence.
“You—since when?” Stiles sputtered.
“Couple months,” Malia said, reaching for a slice of pizza with her free hand. “It’s not that big a deal.”
Scott looked genuinely stunned. “I didn’t know you were into girls.”
“I’m into Kira,” Malia said simply. Then, as an afterthought, “Girls are hot, though.”
Kira giggled, leaning into her side.
Stiles flailed. “How did I not know?”
“You’re not very observant,” she replied, dry.
—
Peter heard about the reveal the next morning. Derek texted him one word: “Confirmed.”
He smirked, pulled up Chris’s contact, and sent:
Told you so. I’ll take my payment in cash and scotch.
Ten minutes later, Chris responded with a grumbling "You're insufferable" followed by a picture of the Glenfiddich bottle in his cabinet.
—
Allison, Erica, and Boyd heard secondhand but were all equally thrilled. Erica let out a sharp whistle and laughed when Lydia told her.
“Kira and Malia? Oh, I love that. Power couple vibes.”
Allison smiled. “They complement each other really well. Malia brings the brute strength, and Kira’s got that grace and strategy.”
Boyd nodded once. “Glad they’re happy.”
Erica leaned over to Lydia. “Are we throwing them a party?”
“God, no,” Lydia said, rolling her eyes. “They’d both murder us.”
“Then we’ll do it in secret,” Erica replied, already scheming.
—
Later that week, the group found themselves in the woods for training. It was routine—sparring, sharpening claws, strengthening bonds. Kira and Malia moved like a practiced pair, coordinating their attacks with fluid synergy.
As they took down two training dummies in synchronized strikes, Peter clapped slowly from the edge of the clearing.
“Well, I must say,” he drawled, “it's nice when everyone else finally catches up.”
Scott frowned at him. “Wait. You knew?”
Peter smiled, smug and sharp as a knife. “Of course I did. I always know.”
Lydia arched a brow at Isabelle, “He placed a bet, didn’t he?”
Peter didn’t answer. Just turned on his heel and walked off with the satisfied air of a man a hundred dollars and one expensive bottle of scotch richer.
Isaac stared after him. “Why is he always the one who wins?”
All's Rare In Love And War - Teen Wolf Rare Ship V-Day Event + Teen Wolf Bingo 2025 - A2 - Polyamory - Stydiarrish - 'Welcome Home' - 16.02.2025
Here's my drawing for the All's Rare in Love and War Teen Wolf V-Day Event organized by @kateawolf13 😊
It's also my first drawing for the @twbingo :3
Teen Wolf Bingo 2025 - Card 015 : A1 - Soulmates / A3 - Ghosts / A4 - Episode Tag / A5 - Zombies // B1 - Vampires / B2 - Doppelgangers / B3 - Enemies to Lovers / B4 - Arranged Marriage / B5 - Strangers to Friends to Lovers // C1 - Courting/Courtship Rituals / C2 - Almost Kiss / C3 - Your Choice Of Prompt / C4 - Mistaken Identity / C5 - Marriage of Convenience // D1 - Murder Husbands / D2 - Fake Dating/Marriage / D3 - Tattoos/Piercings / D4 - Matchmaker / D5 - Secret Marriage // E1 - Crack / E2 - Fae / E3 - Whump / E4 - Accidental Marriage / E5 - Animal Transformation
'Welcome Home' - 16.02.2025
I went with something simple and sweet with Stiles and Lydia welcoming Jordan home after a rough ship. Hugging him to comfort him and show him he's safe and he can rest now. They can take care of him 💕😊
Done using ink pens, alcohol markers, gel pens, colored pencils, graphite pencils, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the background effects and the title
AO3 post 1 / AO3 post 2 / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post
Done using ink pens, alcohol markers, gel pens, colored pencils, graphite pencils, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the background effects
AO3 post 1 / AO3 post 2 / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post
Hi !
I wanted to confirm for the sign-up form, the card number we give you, is the one we end up using for the Bingo, right ? This is not a customizing the card for each participants kinda bingo, yeah ?
I just hope I'm understanding it right !
Thank you for organizing this !
Have a nice day !
That is correct. You tell me what card you are picking and that's the one that you will use as your prompts for the bingo.
Here are all of this year's cards in order of number on the card!
They are images and do not work well with screen readers cause images don't. If you use a screen reader to navigate and need help picking a card, please send an email to the mod at [email protected] or get a hold of the server mods and we will all gladly help.
There is a list of prompts here. And you can give a list of the things you can't write, that will help the mod find you a card that you can work with.
Here is the list of all of the prompts that might show up on your bingo card. This is so that for those who want to use their free space can pick from this list.
Accidental Baby Acquisition
Accidental Marriage
Almost Kiss
Angst
Animal Transformation
Arranged Marriage
Clones
Courting/Courtship Rituals
Crack
Cuddling
Curtainfic
Didn't Know They Were Dating
Doppelgangers
Enemies to Lovers
Episode Tag
Evil Twins
Fae
Fake Dating/Marriage
Fix-it fic
Fluff
Forbidden Love
Friends to Lovers
Ghosts
Harlequin
Hurt/Comfort
Inexplicable Babies
Kidfic
Marriage of Convenience
Matchmaker
Mates
Merpeople
Missing Scene
Mistaken Identity
Murder Husbands
Mutual Pining
Pair the Spare
Phobias
Pining
Polyamory
Secret Admirer
Secret Identity
Secret Marriage
Secret Siblings
Soulmates
Strangers to Friends to Lovers
Tattoos/Piercings
Vampires
Whump
Wingfic
Zombies
This is the list! Have fun when you are picking your free space. Remember you can choose another prompt that's already on your card if you really want to do that pining fic a second time, but different.
This year's submissions are going to be a bit different. There are two methods: making a Tumblr post and tagging the twbingo account or making a submission on the submission page.
More information about submissions is on the submission page.
You can make a post/submission for each fic, or just when you get a bingo, it doesn't matter. We will reblog all the things.
It's up to you if you want a post decrying your bingo fill. We don't care how it's submitted; you can make a post that just links your fic posts or submissions if you submit. We will celebrate all things on this blog, no matter how big or small.
If there are any questions, send an ask here, ask on Discord, or email the mods at [email protected].
If there are any issues with it, please reach out to a mod by using the ask button here, email at [email protected], or if you are on Discord, @ing the mod or server mods there.
The form will automatically send a copy to your email when you submit; if you do not get it within a few minutes, contact the mod.
Welcome to the sign-up form for the Teen Wolf Bingo. Please answer the following questions to sign-up and receive your card.
The emailed r
The list of the rules and FAQ are under the cut for keeping this as neat as possible. Each section has an update date listed on it. If you have any questions, email the mod at [email protected] or submit an ask.
The Rules
The most important rule of all is don’t be an asshole!
All participants must but 18 or older. If you are found to be a minor, you will be banned and blocked.
All pairings/characters will be allowed outside of RPF.
Warnings must be given for all content in fic from this list: Bestiality, Cannibalism, Character Bashing, Child Abuse, Graphic Violence, Incest, Major Character Death, Rape (non-con, dub-con), Sexual or Domestic Abuse/Violence, Slavery, Torture, Underage (for this meaning under 18)
Each fic/piece of art can only contain one prompt from a bingo card. So the minimum number of fics or pieces of art that need to be made is 4.
For Fic: Minimum Word Count is 1000 words. There is no maximum. You have a year from 01-01-2025 to 12-31-2025 to write and post up your works.
For Art: If you are creating art of any kind (of which there is no limit on what that means, if you call it art, we call it art), there are no rules. Obviously, Tumblr bans the really, really fun stuff so if it’s NSFW, please host elsewhere and then do what you normally do if you share to Tumblr.
Your card can be used for art, fic, or a hybrid of the two.
You may combine fills for this bingo with another challenge as long as their rules do not break ours and it’s within our posting period.
What is a bingo? Well, it’s pretty simple. There are nine types we will be accepting: 1-Diagonal Line. 2-Straight Line Down, 3-Straight Line Across, 4-Postage Stamp, 5-Outside 4 Corners, 6-Inside 4 Corners, 7-Outside Diamond, 8-Inside Diamond, 9-Blackout. If you are unsure what these are, please search online.
When you pick your card, you cannot swap a prompt for another, but you can use your free space for any of the other prompts that are not already on your card or a second try at another prompt if you just wanna do another story for that Enemies to Lovers prompt.
You can sign up for a bingo until 12/01/2025 so that you have a month to complete a bingo if you take it.
Frequently Asked Questions
Q: Can I have two cards?
A: Only if you complete a blackout you can ask for another card upon submitting your blackout.
Q: Do I have to post to Tumblr?
A: No! You can post your work anywhere. A submission needs to be made by you on Tumblr but you can do that without an account.
Q: Is there an AO3 collection?
A: Yes, you can find it here.
Q: Are crossovers allowed?
A: Yes, as long as the main fandom or the main character is a Teen Wolf character.
Q: Can my works be posted to the AO3 collection before I get a bingo?
A: Sure can! Everything you write can go there no matter what. When the challenge is over, the AO3 collection link will be posted as well so that people can read everything they might have missed outside of bingos. Even if you post outside of AO3, your bookmarks for your works can be added to the collection as well.
Q: Can the work feature an original character?
A: Yes, it sure can! As long as the OC is dropped in the canon setting, have at it!
Q: Can my fic have character bashing?
A: Yes, as long as the tag of character bashing is either in the tags or the warnings. You don't need to warn who you are bashing unless you want. Bashing is very much your mileage may vary situation, so we will always side with the authors if they think the tag is needed.
Welcome to my final post for this year's Teen Wolf Bingo! :D
I really managed a black out Bingo @twbingo!
You can find the whole series on AO3 (here) or just click on the links below (under the cut) to the individual stories!
The full Bingo card is at the end of this post :D
Title: Mushroom Soup
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 2570
Prompt: Truth Serum/Spell/Drug
Summary: Stiles tries out a potion from the new book Peter got him. For some reason, it smells a lot like mushroom soup.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53304520
Title: Not All Soup Is Soup
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 2992
Prompt: Genderswap
Summary: Stiles realizes that not all recipes in his grimoire are soup
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53472385
Title: In your dreams
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 3208
Prompt: Injury
Summary: Stiles is injured after a pack-fight against a wyvern. Peter, Danny and Chris are taking care of him.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55029574
Title: How Wrong You Are
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1319
Prompt: Resurrection
Summary: Stiles bringing Peter back right.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55150042
Title: Both Are Not The Same
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1330
Prompt: Time Travel
Summary: Peter burns a second time and dies, Derek's claws in his throat. But instead of waking up half-rotten after resurrecting himself, he wakes up completely whole in his apartment in San Francisco, he had last seen before the fire.
Curiously, he's also not the only one who seems to remember the future.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55317226
Title: Your Facets Delight Me
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1580
Prompt: Day in the Life
Summary: Peter takes Stiles to a bookstore in Germany, to meet old friends.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55706326
Title: And When I Meet You Again You Might Still Be The Same But Different
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 5523
Prompt: Free Space
Summary: Traveling for his job is what Peter is used to these days.
What he's not used to is crossing welcoming wards when entering a town in the middle of nowhere.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57730876
Title: What's Mine Is Yours
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1465
Prompt: Role Reversal
Summary: Those rings had been a bit more magical than Stiles had thought…
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57758053
Title: Nothing To Lose
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1713
Prompt: Wrong Number
Summary: Some of Stiles' customers can be rather surprising.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57782983
Title: A Light In The Dark
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 4187
Prompt: Trapped in a cave
Summary: Stiles wakes up in the dark of a cave he hadn't meant to fall into. Walk into, yes, but not fall.
Peter is not amused.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57804700
Title: Not Letting Go
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 2310
Prompt: Truth or Dare
Summary: Peter stayed and life goes on.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57828967
Title: Part Of A Whole
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1580
Prompt: Domestic Fic
Summary: One of Peter's shirts was lying on the couch.
A shirt Peter had taken on the road with him last week.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57857269
Title: Scrying Happiness
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1350
Prompt: Holiday Fic
Summary: Peter doesn't like the reality of the holidays.
He does like giving Stiles gifts, though.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57877621
Title: A Different Point Of View
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1172
Prompt: Aging Up
Summary: Stiles confronts Christopher with Kate's vile actions
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59304706
Title: Just a dream
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: Dream Walking
Summary: Come to my place at nine. Plan to stay the night. I like to cuddle.
Stiles goes to Danny's to take him up on his offer. Or does he?
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60059752
Title: Found
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: Lost
Summary: Stiles is lost in the woods and something's hunting him.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60260500
Title: 5 times Peter was right + one time he wasn't
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1660
Prompt: 5+1
Summary: 5 times Peter was right when telling Stiles what a recipe in his grimoire was - and one time he was wrong.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60438559
Title: My Friend The Fox
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 2830
Prompt: Full Shift Werewolves
Summary: Peter meets a fox while running through his woods in full shift.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60608038
Title: F-class dungeon <<Beacon Hills Preserve>>
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1065
Prompt: Hallucinations/Visions
Summary: When Stiles enters the preserve without Scott - the traitor was more interested in training for lacrosse than looking for a body - his world changes in the blink of an eye.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60716392
Title: Famous And Bored
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1111
Prompt: Magical Pregnancy
Summary: Stiles loved his job - and sometimes he hated it at the same time.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60841798
Title: A long night
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1228
Prompt: Single Parent Fic
Summary: Noah comes home the night of the Hale fire and finds Stiles with a new friend.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60890860
Title: A hedgehog in the hand…
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 4841
Prompt: Curses/Hexes
Summary: … is better than a vaporized Stiles. At least in Peter's opinion.
Though he has the niggling feeling he is missing something.
Or
Stiles gets cursed by a witch and turns into a hedgehog. Peter takes care of him until he can turn back.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60958783
Title: Dresses and Pumpkin Pants
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1231
Prompt: Crossdressing
Summary: Stiles and Peter are on a mission.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61071460
Title: Welcome to the Family
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1445
Prompt: Bodyswap
Summary: When Stiles wakes up it's not in his own body.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61126072
Title: Interlude: Dusk
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 2145
Prompt: Kidnapping
Summary: Morgan had been an eccentric asshole to anyone but Peter. And just like him he'd been able to turn on the charm to get what he wanted.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61168579
@emaz0225 got their first bingo with a straight line across! WOOT!
Title: The Shock
Warnings: Underage
Word Count: 1,031
Title: Symbols
Warnings: Creator decided not to use archive warnings
Word Count: 1,045
Summary: Elora Artemis Stilinski is Stiles twin sister and she is best friends with Scott so she decides to get a tattoo with Scott.
Title: The Deceit
Warnings: Graphic details of Violence
Word Count: 1,966
Summary: Aiden Ace Argent lives with his 10 month younger than him sister Allison and he has just moved to Beacon Hills with his family and he finds out a secret.
Title: Typical day for a sister of a Werewolf
Warnings: No warnings apply
Word Count: 1,010
Summary: Scott's sisters normal day of a summer with a Werewolf of a brother.
Title: Conserving Body Heat
Warnings: Underage
Word Count: 1,137
Summary: Aleksandra Stilinski goes into the woods looking for Clues because there are Sacrifices helping and Scott and Stiles won't tell her anything and she gets jumped.
