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It’s three in the morning. Five years after the Nogitsune. Two sets of breaths in the loft.
Stiles counts.
He has ten fingers, five on each hand.
His heart is beating out of his chest, fast, yet present. He is alive. He can’t sleep, but he’s alive.
That’s a lie. He slept for three hours then woke up in a cold sweat, his chest tight and his own rapid heartbeat in his ears. He won’t even try to go back to sleep; knows the drill by now, this too-familiar panicked sensation that means he’s out of control of his own body, yet perfectly safe at the same time.
“Stiles?”
Derek’s voice is like a warm blanket wrapping around him. Stiles looks down at his boyfriend, who gazes up at him sleepily in return, tugging him impossibly closer by the arm he already has wrapped around his waist. They can’t bear to part with each other, even in sleep.
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- Part 1 of akathisia - stiles has anxiety 'verse
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09 Feb 2026
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Соулмейт!AU, где связь между родственными душами устанавливается через прикосновение.
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05 Feb 2026
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“The rules to the game are simple. One bullet, six chances. You pick it up and take turns pulling the trigger on the other man, or we gun you both down right now. You play along, only one of you has to die. Fun game, huh?”
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Derek and Stiles are captured by a group of hunters and forced to play a twisted game that only one of them might walk away from.Series
- Part 1 of gunplay
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05 Feb 2026
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“You can’t possibly be blaming me for this.”
Derek aims a dry look Stiles’ way. It’s an effort with Stiles plastered grudgingly to his chest like this, their arms wrapped around each other while Stiles’ body slowly stops quaking.
“How else should I react when something’s obviously your fault?”
---Stiles and Derek are cursed so that they are in pain whenever they're not close to each other.
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05 Feb 2026
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AU: Существует мир, в котором можно физически ощущать фантазии других людей, но не понимать, чьи они.
Стайлз знает, что это неправильно, но всё равно думает о Дереке и не может заставить себя прекратить. Дерек не знает, кто проявляет к нему такой интерес, но наслаждается этим больше, чем, вероятно, должен бы.Bookmarked by HellysMoon
04 Feb 2026