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    Stiles fights to retain control of his body from the nogitsune. It's a losing battle, though, and he knows it—all he wants is to stop the nogitsune, even at the cost of his life.

    But a certain werewolf will never let him go so easily. 🐺✨

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    14 Jul 2026

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    It’s kind of weird, how something you have been told your entire life can suddenly hurt if it's a specific person saying it.
    Stiles knows, he knows, he talks too much. It's who he is, alright, who cares about what anyone thinks?
    Who is he kidding. He cares about Derek and Derek doesn't want him to talk.
    Derek just wants him to shut the fuck up.
    So shut the fuck up he will.
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    "What gets wetter the more it dries?"
    He shudders, the echo of violence and hot tears in his mind. "The blood on my hands."
    "When is a door not a door?"
    "When the entire house behind it is burned to the ground."
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    [The Nogitsune is gone, but it left a lot of trauma. Stiles kind of spirals after some harsh words, mention of (not heavy) self-harm by standing under the hot water of the shower]

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    14 Jul 2026

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    Maybe together they could figure out a way to make sure Ilya was never afraid of David again. He really didn’t want to be afraid of David.

    “Is… silly.” Ilya said. “Maybe not silly, but now that we are here and not there, I see it was silly. I broke the wine, and I thought - maybe everyone will be angry. And…” Clearing his throat, Ilya pushed past his discomfort to spit out the next part. “Well, angry back in Russia is not the same as angry here, I think.”

    “What was angry like back in Russia?”

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    Ilya drops a bottle of wine, and it's fine. Really, it's fine. If only someone could tell Ilya's brain that.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    "So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.

    God, he dreams.

    He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

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    21 Jun 2026

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    “I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him.

    “No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.”

    Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.”

    “So, so much worse,” Scott agrees.
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    In which Derek's pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha's children.

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    20 Jun 2026