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It's been a month since the Nogitsune was killed.
Everyone has moved on. Except Stiles.
Because they don't hear it. They don't see it. But Stiles does and it's slowly killing him.
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Stiles knew that he was burdening Scott alot ever since he came back from his trip with Deaton, but Scott seemed to be the only one who could make the voices stop, only one to block out the nogitsune. So Stiles was using any excuse to be closer to Scott.
"You okay?" Scott said jumping back into bed while looking at his phone.
Stiles didn't reply instead he climbed onto the bed with Scott, laying his head in his lap, while curling his body involuntarily.
With Scotts gentle touch—playing with his hair, the constant taunting by the nogitsune along with the looming shadow haunting him everywhere Instantly disappeared.
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06 Jun 2026
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"On a worn-down mattress, a very human-looking frame sits curled up in the left corner, some lumpy thing tugged around it. Long shaggy hair curtaining its face, and a pair of hazel-eyes peer through them, straight at Dean.
It’s wearing worn jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, clothes which surely have seen better days.
“What the fuck? You got yourself a … what is he?” Dean tilts his head and grimaces. He knows psychics, is aware what they’re capable of. But Gordon would never dare to use a human being, right?
That’d be Dean’s – probably only – boundary he won’t ever overstep.
“A freak. Bound to demons, but not quite one,” Gordon explains, “and no, before you ask. It’s not a psychic. – We don’t do shit to humans.”"- Language:
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29 May 2026