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im-poe-dameron · 2 years

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ASTERISM

➛ 01. METEOR SHOWERS

a/n: this is a little series i hinted at like in july of 2021 i think and i was going to wait until the andor show actually premiered to drop this. but since we have no idea when that will be, here is the beginning of something that i've been working on for a long time. i hope you enjoy cassian and his reluctant rescuer as they try and get him back to the rebel base.

summary: life on correlia had it's hardships and while you were always one to say you'd take adventure if it came your way...rescuing a rebel pilot from his burning ship wasn't how you imagined it starting.

word count: 4.9k+

pairing: cassian andor x fem!reader

warnings: not explicit, cussing, explosion of a ship, blood, some detail of injury due to burns, a harrowing rescue, tensions running high, and an unconscious pilot.

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Distance had always been a hardship no one wished to face in their life. An aggravating feat that had become difficult to overcome, and yet it still happened. To be away from something, from someone, it all came with its own challenges. And perhaps that was the true point in life. The learning process of understanding that you couldn’t remain with someone forever, because forever didn’t truly exist for mere humans.

Forever was a concept that had become a hope one wished to have, but few rarely get to keep.

It was one that you wanted to hold with him. A forever. A lifetime. More than what you got, but for whatever amount you managed to get with him, you knew that you’d hold that forever in your heart. The distance may be far away, but it didn’t stop you from loving him, and it certainly didn’t stop him from loving you.

Because one day, when you managed to snag that forever, he’d come back, falling into the atmosphere like a lost star returning home once more.

Back and forth you turned your attention from the stars to your task at hand. Getting things back to your home was a much more difficult task than you anticipated, but it seemed like a good idea at the time to walk. However you seemed to forget that you lived on the outskirts of the city Kor Vella, which meant you had to drag things back in either a cart you managed to find, or in a pack you carried.

It had become a weekly ritual, and every once in a while you managed to find someone kind enough to offer you help. Except for today it seemed. You’d been walking for hours with breaks in between, and the food supply you found was heavy enough as it is. You needed to find a working speeder before you completely lost feeling in your feet. The half finished piece of junk you dared to call a speeder would work one day…hopefully, but the pain didn’t feel too bad when you had a view like the one in front of you.

The stars were your source of entertainment on this walk. Picking out certain constellations that you could see, and naming them for fun. And while someone may have thought you were insane for doing this, you found it was better to do this than to wonder about anything else. Really you watched the stars, because you were hoping that one day you’d get to see them up close. Have a chance to experience what it would be like to live outside of this planet.

Corellia has always been your home. You were born here, raised here, and knew that one day you’d die here as well, but that all changed when the Rebellion happened. When people began to finally start fighting back, that gave you hope. That you’d one day get away from here and live your life the way it was meant to be lived. Except the how never came to you. What would you do if you could leave? If you had the opportunity to find a new home.

So, instead you watched the stars. Gazed up at them as if they were your home already, and ignored the reality around you. Because the truth was, you were alone. For years since your parents left off world and never returned, you’d been here. Waiting for something more to happen then just this. When it never did you figured it would be easier to get lost in dreams than to worry about reality.

Hiking the bag higher up on your shoulder, you could see your home in the distance. The small lights you’d manufactured to work as automatic switches when the light from the day faded, had begun to turn on, giving you a direct view of what was happening. Living on the outskirts of the city meant you didn’t have to deal with anyone, but it also meant you had to endure the crime that happened here.

While it was your home world, Corellia was definitely not the safest of places to live.

You leapt over the wall of rocks that had been built long before you found this home, and started up the pathway towards your door. Glancing at the stars once more you admired the sights of meteors streaking through the sky. The shine of each individual star, creating a myriad of lights, each seeming to flicker with their own life. It would be a sight you’d never tire of seeing.

One star in particular caught your eye, except you froze as you saw it streak through the sky. Most likely a meteor, burning through the atmosphere on it’s descent down. It happened from time to time, where they landed in the ocean harmlessly. Except this one didn’t look to be heading in the direction of the ocean, and it wasn’t burning as quickly as a hunk of rock from space would.

You narrowed your eyes, watching as the once small object grew larger with every passing second.

“Fuck!” you shouted, running towards your house as the object began to take the form of a ship, flames streaking up the sides as the sounds of crashing from parts flying off echoed in the air.

Just managing to reach the door in time you collapsed inside when another loud bang nearly shook the ground beneath you; the ship finally landed. Whatever it was from, and whoever was inside surely didn’t make it. How could they? You had every intention of locking the door; keeping yourself from even stepping a foot outside, but then you heard a sound - more like a scream. It echoed in the night air, breaking through the smoke filled air and sending chills down your spine.

With absolute horror you realized that whoever they were; they were alive.

Dropping the bag onto the ground you began to sprint towards the flaming object. It was probably the worst decision you could have made at a time like this. Not knowing if they were the enemy or if they were an ally, but all you could focus on was that the person flying this ship wasn’t dead. They needed help, and there wasn’t anyone around for miles except for you.

“Hello?” you screamed. Of course they wouldn’t hear you over the sounds of the metal beginning to break from the flames.

Getting into the ship itself wasn’t an option, but there wasn’t much for you to climb into. You began to notice things about it that told you who resided in the burning mass of metal, and relief swept through your body. A single symbol. That’s all you needed to see to know that the person you were helping, the pilot you were currently climbing into the ship for, was an ally. You supposed that the symbol was that powerful. It held so much meaning that just the sight of it began to fill your body with hope instead of dread.

“I’m coming in!” Coughing from the ashes, you climbed into the ship trying to see beyond the smoke that filled the tiny space.

Brown hair and a brown jacket to match. It’s what you focused on as the ash began to sting your eyes, the pain causing tears to drip down your cheeks. You could see that his chest rose and fell with each breath, but he unfortunately had fallen unconscious. Most likely due to the crash itself. How you were going to get him out was a quick running idea through your mind. Multiple scenarios in one to try and bypass the now dangerously close flames that licked their way up the side of the ship.

“Can you move?” you asked, pulling him towards you. When your hand met with the warm wet feeling of blood, you realized that he couldn’t do anything at this moment.

“Okay...whoever you are. I’m going to get you out of here.” You were talking more to yourself than anyone else, but maybe he could hear you. Maybe he wasn’t fully unconscious yet, and if so, then there would be hope for him to survive.

Gripping under his arms, you dragged him as best you could, out of the burning ship, landing clumsily on the ground beside it. You thought you recognized a bag inside that might hold his belongings, and you sprinted back to get to it. The strap tight around your hand as you clambered out of the way of the flames. You could hear it. The creaking of the metal as the flames managed to get to the control on the front panel. It would be a matter of seconds before the entire thing blew up, and you needed to get the both of you farther away from the blast radius.

“Shit.” Rolling to the ground to avoid a piece of metal flying out onto the grass, you felt the heat of the flames. They stung your skin, catching onto the coat you were wearing until you could see black spots in your vision.

A piercing scream broke through the cold night air, and you felt a jolt of hope go through you. He was alive. You had saved him. Except you soon realized the scream had come from you as the fire continued to burn your skin. The jacket lay on the ground, simmering while you struggled to your feet, the numbness from shock going through your body. Out of everything you’d been through so far in life, this was perhaps the most stupid and heroic of them all.

Your body couldn’t comprehend much anymore; shutting down after the amount of pain you were put through. Gripping him under the arms again, you began to continue dragging him towards your house, barely managing to get away before the ground was rocked by the ship caving in on itself. The explosion would have brought attention to where you were, and if whoever this man was had people after him, you wouldn’t be able to stay here.

Somehow through the ringing in your ears, and the pain shooting down your spine, you managed to get him into your house and onto the makeshift bed you had. His face had soot over it, ash sprinkled through his hair, and the jacket he wore was slightly singed, but other than that he looked alive. Which meant you could breathe; and you did. Coughing out the shit that had managed to practically embed itself in your lungs, making your head spin from lack of oxygen.

“We have to get out of here,” you mumbled, starting to stand up and pack a bag of your own right as your head began to throb.

You forgot for a moment that your back - your skin - had been seared from the fire and the second you moved you felt it. Pain streaked down your spine until you were crying out once more, nearly collapsing onto the floor. While spending a single night in your home seemed like a good idea, even you knew that there would be others who’d come to check on the ruckus. Neighbors were rare, but they did exist and some weren’t so kind when it came to members of the Rebellion.

Whether he was actually a pilot for them or not it wouldn’t make much difference, because he currently resided incapacitated. He’d, unfortunately, be no help when it came to getting out of there. The forest wasn’t too far and one could easily slip into it unnoticed, but how exactly were you meant to lug around a Rebellion pilot while you were still injured?

Improvising had never been your strong suit, but it would have to do. Grabbing the last bacta kit you had, you quickly treated him as best you could, choosing to spread a burn salve on your skin. It wouldn’t fully heal your wounds, that much you were aware of. Except you couldn’t complain. Not when it gave relief to some of the pain; allowing you to finish packing up what you needed to take with you. There would be no coming back to this house.

Not in the near future that is.

“I better get an award for doing this,” you muttered, swinging the pack onto your shoulder and searching for something to drape over him in order to cover the Rebellion symbol plastered on his jacket.

The entire time you were rushing to get out and get him on the half fixed speeder outside, you didn’t stop to pose the question of why you were helping him. Why did you feel like this was your responsibility to take on? You could have left him there, ignored the knot of guilt that would have sickened you to your stomach, but instead you chose to assist rather than abandon. You wondered if…this was the thing you’d been waiting for. The release in your long awaited sentence of solitude was saving this man and finding a way to help him get back to where he came from.

It was a ridiculous idea; hoping that you’d finally get to experience life off Corellia, but so was jumping into his burning ship.

“Okay,” you sighed, gripping his upper arms once more. “Now the fun part.”

You heard them before you saw them. Voices echoing in the distance as people finally caught wind of what exactly happened. To be safe you used your knife to rip out the internal wiring of the lights you’d spent so long creating. That would give some form of an idea that you weren’t home, which would buy you a few more minutes to get him on the speeder. Whether or not the piece of junk actually worked was another matter altogether.

There were still kinks you had to work out, but when the rumble of the engine started beneath you, a small amount of relief flooded your body. He was slung rather ungracefully on the back and while you would have laughed at the situation another day, you were dealing with the impending realization that the people coming closer were not your neighbors. They wore suits of white - suits you recognized instantly - and held weapons that would put your small blaster to shame.

Gripping it in your hands you waited until their backs were turned towards you; each one intent on inspecting the remnants of the crash. They were none the wiser as you watched them from a distance, pushing the speeder out and onto the side road covered by rocks. It would lead you into the depths of the forest, but from there you’d have to find your own shelter and food.

Thankfully you’d been through the forests before, knew the terrain a bit to survive the night and from there you would have to find someone else. Not necessarily a friend, but if you remembered correctly they did owe you a few favors.

Leaping onto the speeder you heard the Stormtroopers continue their conversation, completely unaware that someone had vanished into the thicket of trees. There was a small clearing about an hour away and so you dragged the hood up and over your head, fixing your cowl so it covered half your face in order to protect your identity. You weren’t sure if the Empire had gotten this far into the planet yet, but didn’t want to find out the hard way.

Quickly throwing a glance over your shoulder, you made sure that the now covered and protected pilot was still where you put him. Much to your relief and dismay, he was.

“You owe me one flyboy,” you said, the cowl muffling your words.

The forest looked vastly different at night.

Each star in the sky seemed to be brighter the further you traveled on the desolate path with no end in sight. The only times you’d actually ventured into the forest at night was when you were meeting your friend. Even then you only dared to go into the outskirts and no further. What resided in the forest you didn’t know, but tonight you would finally be finding out.

You weren’t too enthusiastic about that fact.

Slowing the speeder down slightly, you watched a few birds take flight into the night sky, heading up into the trees that looked like they would tower over every building in Coronet City. You didn’t have time to admire for much longer, because eventually you would have to find a place to rest for the night. The salve on your wound was beginning to wear off and you had no doubt that flyboy would be waking up in a few hours.

“Clearing, clearing…clearing,” you muttered, pulling the hood from your face and shifting your protective goggles to your head. The darkened area wasn’t helping in your search, yet you wouldn’t let that bother you.

Not when things were going so smoothly in your journey already. Things could have turned out for the worse, what with you doing this on your own at the same time as being seriously injured. You might not have made it out of your home alive in the end. Pulling your hood back on along with your goggles you restarted the speeder-bike and moved forward towards what looked similar to the clearing you’d been searching for.

This would have to do for the night, until the sun gave you enough light to travel by and he was awake to actually pull his own weight. You didn’t hear the shuffle of what sounded like an animal in the distance, far too busy with getting flyboy off the speeder without actually injuring him more. He would need salve on his open wounds, only that would have to come later. Building a fire to keep the both of you warm was the first priority.

“Nice and easy,” you grumbled, dragging him closer to a fallen tree and settling him there so his head didn’t fall forward. “You know - when I asked for excitement I didn’t actually expect this much of it to happen in one night.”

Great, you were talking to yourself.

“Tell me, flyboy. Do you routinely get yourself into situations where you are unconscious?” You shifted around the edge of the clearing, gathering rocks of equal size to create your pit for the fire. “Well of course you can’t answer that question. Because…you’re…in fact unconscious. That’s just fucking fantastic.”

You knew that you looked like you had finally lost your mind, but in a way you had. There you were rubbing two sticks together to create a fire to keep you warm as you hid from the Empire. Earlier that morning all you planned to do was get parts for your speeder-bike and food to keep you alive. Somehow you wound up here and still you felt relatively calm.

As if you knew what to do at a moment’s notice of danger. When in fact, you had no clue what you would do, but that was yet another situation you would handle at a different time. Instead you focused on the small sparks that were showing up in the bed of dried grass you molded together. This is what kept you sane through everything that transpired.

The fact that you could do a simple task such as this with ease and success kept you from completely falling apart. Someone - other than yourself - counted on you and so…in a moment of eerie serenity, you set to work on building a camp that would keep the both of you alive.

“When you wake up I better hear a thank you.” You knew he couldn’t hear you, let alone know that you were actually here helping him, but talking to him was better than remaining in silence with your own thoughts. The same ones that were screaming at you to get out of there.

Find some other way to have an adventure without potentially getting yourself killed while doing it. Yet how could you when your life was no longer about just you anymore. You understood that the second you made the choice to rescue him, he would be your responsibility until he wasn’t anymore. That was something you wouldn’t leave behind, getting killed be damned.

Sighing you pulled out the small bag of fruit that you had already packed in your bag from earlier in the day. It would be enough to tide you over until you could find something much larger to feed the both of you. For now - you would watch the stars as they illuminated the night sky in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“Hey when you wake up flyboy,” you said softly, taking a bite out of the fruit and chewing thoughtfully. “Will you tell me about the stars?”

Falling asleep shouldn’t have been so easy and yet somehow you found yourself unable to keep your eyes open. The fire would burn through the wood, eventually dying down, but that wouldn’t happen until the sun was up. By your guess it would be a few more hours until then so you allowed yourself to fall into a deep sleep. Barely noticing the fruit falling out of your hands and rolling to the ground.

Just a few hours. That was all you needed to continue, except the exhaustion felt too great for merely a few hours. It would take more than that to recharge and to heal. It was only when you were too close to the edge of falling asleep did you realize you never put the salve on his wounds. But before you could wake up and go through with it you were knocked out cold.

The darkness swallowed you whole as you finally got the rest you needed.

A knife pressing against your throat isn’t how you liked to be woken up on most days, but today…it still didn’t feel right. At first you believed it was nothing but a dream - just your mind playing tricks on you - but then your eyes opened and you were staring up at a man. Not just any man, the pilot you’d been lugging around for half the night. His eyes were filled with a look you couldn’t quite discern in your groggy state, but one thing was clear.

He wasn’t happy with what he woke up to.

“Who are you?” he spit out, the blade pressing even closer to your skin.

What the fuck were you supposed to say?

Coughing, you raised your hands up in surrender as he pulled the cowl away from the bottom half of your face. “Nice to make your acquaintance, too flyboy.”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say.

“Are you with the Empire?” You flinched as a small amount of pain shot through your body when he lifted you up slightly only to slam you back down to the ground. The burns on your back still hadn’t healed, so it took you a few seconds of gasping for air in order to answer his question.

“Get the fuck off me,” you rasped, hands clutching for something - anything - that would cool the burning sensation of your back.

He apparently seemed to be a persistent man; much to your disappointment. “Not until you tell me-”

“I’m not with the Empire!” The scream came out completely involuntarily after you spoke; the burning sensation now spread up your spine until you could barely see straight. “I’m the one who saved your ass from your burning ship. So you should be - fuck - thanking me.”

You couldn’t handle the pain anymore and so you pulled your knee up quickly to slam against his lower back. Right where you knew his wound had yet to fully heal. Bacta kits only worked so fast and from the time of day it only had a few hours to actually set into his immune system. He fell to the side, scrambling for the knife that dropped from his hands, but froze at the sight of you rolling to your stomach. Groaning through the searing discomfort in the hopes that it would dampen some of the pain.

“Are you-”

“Don’t! Please don’t touch me.” Pathetically whimpering out words was not how you intended to speak to him once you woke up. “The salve in my bag.”

The sound of him shifting away from you let you know that he was at least willing to help with that. You inhaled deeply, attempting to get your mind off the agony that filled your veins. It was the feeling of him pressing the small round metal container in your hand that set your body and mind into action. Sitting up with a cry of pain, you shoved the shirt up your body and bit down on it to keep it from falling.

“Can I help?”

Glaring at him probably wasn’t the best choice, when you knew that he could actually be of some use to you. Except you couldn’t help it; not when he was technically the cause of this pain. Opening the container you handed it off to him and shifted slowly so your back was exposed to him. The showing of your skin you didn’t much care about. No, it was the fact that only mere minutes ago he had been fully intent on watching you bleed out onto the Correllian forest floor.

“Just - just be careful,” you said, voice ragged from the screams. “Please.”

It was the contrast of his earlier actions that caused you to freeze in place. A gentle hand glided across your skin, spreading the salve on the places that needed it the most before rubbing it in around the still open wounds. He wouldn’t have known the extent that you went to in order to rescue him, but there tending to your still tender wounds that would no doubt scar your skin, he understood.

“Why did you do this?” he asked, still working the salve into your skin.

He was being far more thorough than you had been last night. Slowly, with each swipe of his fingers along your back, you felt the pain lessen more and more. It felt strange how a man could go from being a ruthless killer, to offering his assistance in a delicate task such as this. What felt even more strange though was the fact that you allowed him to do it.

“Why did I do what?” You nearly sighed as he pressed the salve into your last burn.

“Why did you help me?”

Not such an easy answer to give. “You were about to die. I couldn’t just leave you there.”

“Most would.”

“Would you have left me if the situations were reversed?” you asked, turning your head awkwardly to see him over your shoulder.

He glanced down at the remaining salve on his hand. “No.”

“Then that answers your question.”

Before he could respond, a growl echoed in the air behind him; coming from the thicket of trees. You pulled your shirt down and sprinted towards the speeder-bike, searching for the blaster you had grabbed from your home. It was him yanking it out of his bag and tossing you the knife that set you into gear as you shifted to face whatever creature was heading out of the forest.

You had wondered earlier on what resided within these trees. Yet now - as you were facing off something that no doubt considered you food - you weren’t so sure you wanted to know anymore. Sure enough, the large animal that pushed its way into the clearing answered your question. You didn’t want to know what the fuck lived here.

Being oblivious was always better anyways…right?

“Shit,” you whispered, eyes wide as you watched a cat-like creature begin to stalk forward. The spines coming from its back told you everything you needed to know about what exactly you were facing.

“What is it?” he asked, following your movements as you took a step back.

“Something we do not want to piss off.”

He sighed. “Which is.”

“Ever seen a Dire-cat up close?” you asked, unable to tear your eyes away from the animal that had fixated its red-eyed stare on you. You did however catch him shaking his head from the corner of your eye. “Well - now you have.”

“How do we kill it?” You heard the blaster begin to start up, before you were clutching the barrel of it and forcing it to point at the ground.

“We don’t. We wait for it to decide if it wants to kill us or not.”

“That’s asking to die,” he spit out.

The Dire-cat shifted closer, sniffing at the salve on the ground before heading towards the fruit that lay beside your bag. “What’s your name?” you asked abruptly, realizing that if you were going to die beside the man you saved. You would know his name.

He froze, eyes regarding you with a look of complete confusion, but went along with it regardless. He must have understood what your question actually meant. “Cassian Andor.”

“It was nice meeting you Cassian Andor,” you breathed, seeing the Dire-cat head your way.

“Nice meeting you too,” he replied, smiling briefly in your direction before turning back to the animal that had chosen you as the next meal.

“What a way to end an adventure,” you muttered to yourself, keeping your heartbeat steady as you made peace with the fact that you were about to die. How fitting for your story to end here.

How heroic.

#cassian andor x fem!reader #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor x you #cassian andor x y/n #cassian andor #rogue one #my writing #diego luna #i've held onto this story for SO LONG #it feels good to have it drop

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hobeemin · 4 years

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Eros et Psyche - Part 2: Eros

💘 Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Adventure, Drama, s2l, Greek God myth AU

💘 Pairing: Im Jaebeom x (f) OC

💘 Rating: 18+

💘 Warning(s): swearing, alcohol consumption, doubt, feelings of uncertainty, oral (f. receiving), consensual sex, unprotected sex, breast and nipple play, multiple orgasms, jealousy

💘 Word Count: 9.5k

💘 Credits: Beta read by the marvelous @yoongsgguktae 💜 ily sis thank you

💘 Summary: A modern take on the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche.

💘 A/N: Part of The Intimacy Anthology Project hosted by @peonybane found here

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He did take it seriously.

Psyche sat motionless in the back of the town car as it drove her up the hill overlooking their town. After the tears, screams, and threats over the past few weeks, she finally agreed to this absurd agreement. The hill the matchmaker instructed her to be at was near one of the larger forests outside of town. Her father informed her she’d be making the journey alone. Again another round of arguments erupted, but he was stubborn. She would have to go by herself and that was the final decision.

Psyche felt highly emotional while saying her goodbyes to her father and sisters. Not knowing what the future held was frightening. From a person so used to order and schedules, this was a foreign idea. Still, she put on a neutral look and bid them all farewell with hugs and well wishes.

The car began to slow down as it approached the area. Psyche’s heartbeat hammered loud in her chest. She chewed on her bottom lip as the driver parked and opened her door for her. With a quiet thank you, she stepped out and walked over to the edge of the road. The most unusual thing about this was that she was told not to bring anything with her, no clothes, toiletries, anything.

“Everything will be provided for you.”

That didn’t settle her mind. She clutched the coat around her arms as the temperature dropped slightly. Luckily, she opted for a longer dress rather than the short Michael Kors number Jessica kept pushing her to wear.

“This isn’t a celebration. I’m grieving,” she had said.

Psyche looked around as she heard the engine die off as it turned the corner and went back down the winding path. Now she was alone. Glancing up at the sky, the clouds had blocked the view of the moon. Supposedly tonight was to be the “Rose” moon. She scoffed looking around for a place to sit. If she was being pranked, it was better for her to sit down.

A small rock big enough for her to use as a seat caught her eye. She plopped down and waited, not even a phone to use to pass the boredom. It was part of another strange request. No electronics. So she was officially alone. Then again it might have been a good thing. The young model usually avoided all social media about her, and rarely saw pictures of herself. Besides the few covers her father would save, Psyche never liked to see herself in pictures.

She hummed to herself, kicking at the pebbles by her feet. Her breath came out in cold wisps as she sighed out loud.

“This seriously has to be a joke,” she muttered to no one. “All this mystery. I bet no one will show. I’ll look silly and someone gets a free laugh. I think–”

She looked up in surprise as the moon peeked behind the clouds, a halo of pink adored its rim. She stared in wonder as the sounds of clomping came off in the distance. Her eyes widened as a team of horses pulling a pure white carriage rounded the bend towards her. The ebony sheen of their coats contrasted with the white. Her jaw dropped as it came more into view. The horses kicked at the dirt whipping their manes around. She stood up from the rock and stepped forward in shock. No one was pulling the carriage. She bent down to look under to see if it was motorized.

Nothing.

She straightened back up and gave the horse a stare.

“Am I supposed to drive you or–”

The door to the carriage swung open slowly as steps folded down. She raised her brow at the steps then back at the horses.

“You don’t expect me to get in, do you?”

The horses snorted, bobbing their heads up and down. Psyche mumbled as she stepped toward the open door of the carriage. “You’re not much help,” she taunted. The horse reared its legs grunting. “Alright, alright, I’ll get in. No need to get nasty,” she sighed climbing in.

The steps retracted and the door closed once she settled in. The carriage lurched forward as the horses began a steady trot down a path leading into the forest. The shades were drawn and even when she pulled them back, the windows were blackened with tint making it difficult for her to see outside of where she was going. By the way the carriage jerked, she could tell the path had changed drastically. She bounced in her seat as she continued the journey.

After what seemed like hours, the carriage halted making her fall forward. Psyche squeaked as she was shaken in the carriage. The door swung open once more as the steps unfolded. She peeked outside the carriage curiously.

If she had been surprised before, her expression was even more in awe. The large architectural home was a blend of rustic and modern. Large glass windows set in dark mahogany wood. A lake painted the background making the home look almost ethereal as the fog from the lake swirled around. The moonlight added to the view taking her breath away almost.

Who could live here?

She stepped out tentatively glancing around the entrance. Suddenly a group of people exited from the home and walked towards her. She stepped back near the carriage. Once they'd gotten closer, she noticed the group consisted of two women and one man. Each wore a mask that covered their face except their mouths. They bowed as soon as they reached her. The man stepped forward, dark hair upon his crown.

“Welcome Madam to Locus Manor. We are the loyal staff to your new husband. I am Anteros,” he explained, stepping back.

The closest woman to her curtsied low, strawberry blonde hair shimmering past her shoulders. “I am Harmonia, Madam, our Master gave strict instructions for us to take care of you,” she brought out a note wrapped in ribbon and held it out for her, “Please read.”

Psyche, still bewildered, took the note in her trembling hands and untied the ribbon. She glanced over the handwriting.

“To my dear Psyche, unfortunately, I cannot be here to greet you on the day of your arrival. The staff has explicit instructions to make sure your time here is comfortable. Clothes have been laid out and a meal prepared. Enjoy my love.

Always and forever,

J”

She looked up at them with a frown. “So he’s even not here to see me. What do you expect me to do?”

Another woman stepped forward with another curtsy, dark hair styled in a short bob. “Pleased to meet you, Madam. I am Adrestia, we shall get you cleaned up and ready for dinner.” She gestured towards the front doors. “If you’ll follow me.”

She felt frustrated that no one was listening to her. It was all so confusing. This mystery man “j” wasn't even there and she was to trust these people. What did he do? Why all the mystery and smoke and mirrors? For now, she’d play by their rules until she knew what was in store for her.

If the exterior surprised her, then the interior was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. They gave her a tour of the place pointing out the details. The color scheme was white with bursts of red and silver. The fronts doors led into a large open space that was considered the living room. Plush couches encircled a large fireplace. Off to the side behind double doors was the dining room. A large rectangular table sat in the middle surrounded by plush chairs. On the opposite side, a winding staircase led up to the higher floor. A concealed door opened to reveal the large kitchen decked with the latest appliances surrounding a marble island.

Harmonica took her upstairs to the master bedroom. The large king-size bed took up much of the room, it had a canopy overhead draped with silk. The maid gestured to the sliding glass doors.

“That leads to the balcony. In the morning it gives the perfect view of the lake.”

Psyche nodded seeing something catch her eye. A dress was laid out on the bed. She ran her fingers over the material gently. It was certainly more expensive than she was used to wearing.

“Ah,” Harmonica said, beginning to walk over to a large door. “This is your walk-in closet. It has everything you need.”

Psyche’s jaw dropped as she entered the closet. Racks of dresses, shirts, pants, shoes, and accessories covered the walls. “How did he know my size?”

The maid chuckled. “Master has his ways of knowing.” She stepped out of the closet beckoning Psyche to follow her. “Let's get you freshened up for dinner.”

After soaking in the large clawfoot tub, Psyche made her way down to the dining as they set the table for her. They bowed as one pulled a chair out for her to sit. They poured her wine, serving her the salad first. The two maids stood off to the side.

Psyche took small bites, chewing slowly. “Um, during the tour, I noticed a room upstairs we didn’t go into,” she wiped her mouth with a napkin staring at them. “What’s in there?”

The air suddenly grew tense as the maids gave each other a look. “Madam, we aren’t allowed in that room. It belongs to the Master.”

“Even you are forbidden from there. Please stay away,” Adrestia warned.

Psyche gave a small nod and continued her meal in silence. Everything was so strange. From the clothes fitting perfectly to her favorite dish being served. This so-called “j” was an enigma. How did he know so much about her in such a short period of time?

The dishes were cleared as Psyche let out a yawn. Anteros chuckled as he extinguished the candles around the room. “Time for bed Madam. You need your rest.”

Psyche smiled sleepily as she bid him goodnight and trudged up the stairs to her...well their bedroom. That was a silly thought. There was no more “her” only “them”, if she ever were to see him. She settled on a silk blush nightgown that tied in the back. She gave a small twirl in the mirror over her vanity.

“Not too bad.”

It was an upgrade from all the oversized shirts and shorts she wore normally. Pulling back the satin sheets, she propped the pillows up and took one from the other side of the bed to hold. With the fragrance of lavender lingering in the air, it didn’t take long for Psyche to drift off to sleep.

“Psyche. Psyche? Darling, wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open as she looked around. She was in her bed still, the moonlight filtering in through the windows. It gave a hazy look as fog off the lake rolled in. She sat up with a start seeing a man standing at the foot of the bed. There seemed to be a glow surrounding him, making him look ethereal. Being in his presence seemed to calm her nerves as he stared at her. Dark hair framing his face, pulled back so she could see his features, sharp jawline, full lips, dark eyes that always seemed to be smiling.

She pulled her hair back off her face suddenly feeling shyness take over. “Who...who are you?”

“Anyone. It’s your dream love,” Jaebeom said with a grin. Decked in only a pair of white linen pants, low enough to bare his Adonis belt, Psyche felt lightheaded all of a sudden.

She licked her lips nervously averting her gaze. “I’m dreaming, huh.”

He chuckled with a nod. “Yes. Yes, you are.” He moved closer, sitting on the edge making sure to keep his distance. “No one can hurt you here. Least of all me.” Jaebeom’s eyes softened momentarily at the thought. “I could never wrong you, Psyche. Trust is all I ask.”

She gave a small nod as she mulled over the thought. She couldn’t feel any unusual vibes from him and something about him seemed so familiar, she just couldn’t place it.

What the heck was she thinking about so hard in a dream?

Psyche froze as she felt his fingers on her chin, tilting her face towards him.

He studied her face with a smirk. “What’s on your mind? You looked so serious all of a sudden.”

“I…” she began, meeting his eyes, entranced for a second before chuckling softly. “It’s silly and not very important,” she answered.

Jaebeom shook his head running his thumb against her cheek. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re more important than you’ll ever know.”

Psyche leaned into his touch, the warmth from his hand radiating on her skin. It soothed her. She felt his breath against her lips as she instinctively leaned forward.

“Psyche–”

“Kiss me,” she whispered. Opening her eyes to look at him, she purred softly. “Please. There’s nothing else I want more.”

He gulped, feeling his heart hammer in his chest. Exhaling the breath he held, Jaebeom cupped her face moving closer. His nose nuzzling against her cheek as he trembled. “You never have to ask my love.”

Jaebeom began placing light butterfly kisses along her neck, shoulders, and collar. Psyche closed her eyes letting out a breathy moan. There was almost a calculation in his movements but still passionate. Jaebeom wanted to make her feel good and needed this for himself. It seemed like an eternity had gone by since he last saw her. He craved to be close. Moving his lips to her throat, his teeth grazed her pulse points causing her to gasp out. Psyche didn’t know what to do with her hands, eventually resting them on his shoulders. Nails digging into his flesh as he worshipped her body.

He was teasing her, never actually meeting her lips. Jaebeom took his time, relishing in the moment of just being with her. Her moans only heightened his desire for her. The growing warmth that surrounded him couldn't be sated. He opened his eyes meeting her gaze. A dull moan passed his lips before his tongue dragged against her bottom lip. The motion made Psyche jump, warming her core.

So erotic in nature, his eyes were full of lust. She pressed her body against his needing to be close. He gladly obliged, finally placing a kiss on her lips. So light it almost didn’t feel like it was there. But he was testing the waters, making sure each move was approved by her. Seeing that she was okay, Jaebeom pressed his lips firmly on hers. Psyche melted into the kiss as it grew heavy. His lips danced with her, one hand venturing to wrap around her waist touching the small on her back and the other cupping her cheek.

His tongue grew impatient pushing against her mouth wanting a taste. With the slightest hesitation, she opened her mouth partially as he delved in, devouring her. Psyche let out the lowest of whimpers, her body weight shifting, needing something to anchor her in place, wanting to release.

Jaebeom reluctantly pulled away as both their bodies demanded oxygen. Chest heaving, he leaned against her, chin propped on her head. He bent down leaving the gentlest of kisses on her forehead as he wrapped both his arms around her frame. Psyche took this time to consider the possibilities of this dream. It felt so real. His lips, his hands, every touch on her body felt like fire.

Jaebeom noticed how quiet she was and moved to pull her chin to stare at him. He checked her eyes carefully. “Still with me?”

Psyche’s lips spread into a smile as she nodded. “Yes.”

He smiled back giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Good.” Once said, the desire in his eyes returned as he raked over her body. The nightgown did little to cover her modesty. Her nipples strained against the fabric, stiff. His Adam’s apple jumped at the sight. His fingers traveled up her arm caressing her skin as he went until he reached her shoulder. Maintaining eye contact, his fingers slid under the straps of her nightgown and tugged. Psyche let out a soft gasp as the air made contact with her nipples. Already erect, it became almost painful. She whimpered looking at him with pleading eyes.

Jaebeom reached out as his hand and cupped her breast, running his thumb across the peak. Psyche hissed as she tilted her head back exposing her neck. He wet his lips as he watched her movements, switching from the light to firm touches, pinching her nipples, tugging and rolling them between her fingers. Psyche gripped his bicep so she wouldn’t fall backward. He took his time, torturing her with the pleasure and pain alternating. He bent down placing light kisses on her neck to calm her.

“Lie down,” he instructed in between kisses. Psyche obeyed as she fell back against the pillows. He tugged at the hem of her nightgown pulling it down her body. She lifted her hips up helping him to remove it easily. Once off, he threw it aside leaving her only in what looked like lace panties. Jaebeom stirred gazing at her longingly.

“You’re beautiful,” he said in a hushed tone.

Psyche closed her eyes as her cheeks tinted with pink. Embarrassed by his words, she couldn't look at him. He bent forward caging her between his arms hovering over her breasts, quite enamored by the shape and dips. His breath warm on her skin caused goosebumps to form. Lips parted, his tongue dragged across one of the stiff peaks before suckling on it gently. His tongue swirled around, a hum on his lips making the vibration wrack her body.

Psyche let out a needy moan, squirming underneath him, her nails massaged his scalp, afraid he’d disappear if she couldn’t maintain body contact. Clenching her thighs together, she felt the throb, a sensation she hadn’t felt in so long. He barely touched her and by now she knew her arousal had soaked through her panties. Jaebeom switched between her breasts, groping the other as he gave equal attention, darting his tongue up to lap at it.

His eyes scanned her reactions, quite pleased with it. The sounds she made only made him want her more. All he could think about was pleasing her, worshipping the woman before him. Plucking his lips from her breasts with a soft pop, his eyes now blown out with lust, he glanced downward at her womanhood. Psyche’s legs parted instinctively as he stared. A guttural moan passed his lips as he noticed the damp spot on her panties.

“May I–” his voice now rasped, “have a taste?”

She shivered all over giving him an incline of her head. Jaebeom let out a hitched breath as he jerked her lingerie off carelessly tossing them across the bed. The fragrant smell of her cunt sent him into a stupor. He grabbed a stray pillow, positioning it in under her head to support her neck.

“Comfortable?” he asked once she was settled.

“Very, but–” Psyche bit down on her lip. “You never told me what your name was.”

Jaebeom winked, tracing his fingers on her thighs. “Psyche, I’m whatever you want me to be,” he crooned, crawling down to the end of the bed until he was eye level with her mound. “Right now, I am a man in desperate need to show you what it feels like to be worshipped.” He passed a chaste kiss on her thigh as a helpless whimper passed her lips. “Can I do that for you, Psyche?”

The back of her fingers brushed his cheek. The look in her eyes was enough to get the message across. Jaebeom hooked his arms underneath her thighs trailing kisses towards the treasure that awaited him. He pressed his hand against her mound gently pulling her pussy lips apart. The strings of arousal dripped down coating her thighs. Psyche wiggled in his grasp, anxious as he stared at her cunt. His tongue found her clit easily as he finally tasted her.

And what a feast it was. Head buried between her thighs he devoured her with no hesitation, tongue lapping at her relentlessly. Psyche’s fingers gripped at his dark hair, anchoring him in place. Jaebeom wouldn’t have moved even if he tried. His only focus was her. A finger joined his tongue, coaxing out more of her melodious sounds that rang out in the bedroom. Sweat rolled down her body as her hips bucked forward chasing the high. Her core gripped his fingers as her body readied for an orgasm. Her pants and moans grew louder as she raised up her hips, teeth-gritting as a sudden wave crashed over her. She sought his free hand, gripping it tightly.

“M-My Eros,” she shrieked, eyes shut as she rutted her hips against his face. The orgasm rocked through her body making her convulse.

Jaebeom stopped dead as he drew away from her pussy, lips coated and glazed with the traces of her desire. “What did you say?”

Psyche’s lids flickered open as their eyes connected. Flushed, she looked away. Still shivering from the sheer force of her climax. Her chest heaved as she tried to keep her movements still from oversensitivity.

“It was the first thing that came to my mind,” she whispered out between catching her breath.

Jaebeom groaned, staring at her with eyes full of devotion. “Call me that.” He detached himself unwillingly from her thighs and sat up. Psyche was already in a haze from the pleasure, she could barely move an inch. He laid next to her, brushing the hair off her face. Soft words of praise lingered on his lips as he held her. Psyche rested her head against his chest letting his heartbeat soothe her.

Once she was able to regain some strength, Psyche moved her fingers to interlock with his. Jaebeom pressed his lips to her hands with a soft smile. “Tired yet?”

Psyche shivered against him with a nod. “I-I need you E-Eros. More than anything right now.” Her body began reacting to being so close to his. Jaebeom grunted low, eyes cast down at her nude form. He kissed her again before getting off the bed. Psyche noticed the strain of his erection against his pants. A clear patch already forming from the precum that leaked.

Jaebeom untied the strings from his pants plucking the waistband from around his hips. His cock springing from its confines as he let out a low hiss, relieved from the pressure. Psyche gulped at his size. He was lengthy, the shaft wide but not extremely girthy, veins punctuating down his length, the head swollen with tinges of red–the precum glossing the slit.

He fisted his shaft, pumping his erection without much effort as he watched her lay outstretched across the mattress. He grabbed her legs and swung them over the edge of the bed, parting them as he stood between them. He caressed her cheek bending forward and lined himself against her entrance. While he wanted to take things slow, Jaebeom fought the urge to plunge deep inside her. Breathing hard through his nose, he met her gaze.

“Psyche,” he moaned faintly. “Are you ready?”

She writhed against him entangling her legs around his waist from her position. “just do it Eros, please...no more teasing,” she begged.

Jaebeom closed his eyes momentarily before glancing at her. One hand on her hip and the other guiding himself in. She tensed at the pressure and Jaebeom began messaging her sides.

“It’s okay. Relax. I won’t do more until you're ready love.”

“N-No,” she breathed, giving him a purr. “K-Keep going. I’m alright.”

He smiled, kissing her once more as he pushed inch by inch of his length past her folds, surging from the sensation of how her walls clung to his shaft. He took his time, whispering words of care as she grew accustomed to him until he bottomed out. Jaebeom stilled as he leaned forward nuzzling against her cheek.

She wrapped her arms around him whimpering at his size. Psyche was grateful he remained still as she relaxed against him. She let out an airy plea as he planted kisses on her neck. Her nails dug into his back, squirming under him.

“E-Eros, do it,” she cried. “Move, now.”

Jaebeom suckled a spot on her neck groaning with each squirm. He raised his hips as he pulled out until only the tip remained and plunged in deep.

It knocked the wind from her chest. She felt so full. Shuddering as her eyes rolled back. He thrust deep but slow, rotating his hips as they connected. Psyche locked her ankles, gripping him tighter against her body. He was deep and she could feel him brush her cervix. He kissed the tears away off her cheeks as they pooled down.

Raking his hand through her hair his eyes softened. “I love you,” he croaked out, focusing on his pace.

Through teary eyes, she sobbed, “I love you too.”

She grabbed the back of his head crashing her lips against him. “Ravish me.”

Jaebeom didn’t need any convincing. His tongue wrapped around hers tasting the caverns of her mouth as he picked up speed. Bracing himself against the mattress he delved deeper, snapping his hips against hers. Grunts spewing forth as he gripped her hips anchoring himself in place. Psyche grabbed the duvet, holding on as she cried out, his balls slapping hard against her ass.

Only the sounds of their lovemaking ringing out in the quiet of the room.

“I-I’m close love,” he stammered, slowing down until he just grinded his hips. Psyche dragged her nails down his back making him wince. He suddenly rolled over until he was on his back with Psyche straddling him. She paused adjusting to the new position on top of him. He cupped her breast squeezing around the glob of flesh.

“I want to watch you climax,” he groaned.

Psyche could feel her body aching to release. She placed her hands palms down on his chest as she started to bounce on top of his dick. She hissed each time she came down on him, moaning out, frustrated with the need to cum. Jaebeom wrapped his arms around her waist helping her move, wanting to feel her, be joined with her. The knot in her abdomen loosened as she quivered above him. Through gritted teeth, Jaebeom knew he wouldn’t last long.

“F-Fuck Psyche. Cum for me, love.”

He teased her clit, flicking against it for added sensation. That was the last straw. Psyche threw her head back as her mouth opened but no sound came out. The silent shriek racked her body as she convulsed on him. Her cunt gripped him like a vice. Jaebeom sat up holding on to her so she wouldn’t fall over. He switched their positions once more as he chased his own orgasm through hers, not too far along as he thrust. She held onto him, her teeth biting his shoulder as another orgasm shook through her body once he came. Jaebeom hissed out her name as he painted her walls, freezing over her until his thrusts came to a stop.

With care, he shifted until he was on his side holding her close. Both breathing hard, not wanting to make any sudden moves. He gazed down at her, kissing her temple as he brushed the damp hair from her face.

“You look even more beautiful.”

Psyche blushed looking away and she swatted his hand away playfully. “Beautiful? More like sweaty and disheveled.”

He clasped her chin, lifting it up, pecking her lips. “Yes, the most gorgeous creature I've ever laid eyes on. And all mine.” He reached under the pillow and brought out a small box. With some effort, he opened it to reveal two rings. One fashioned in diamonds and garnet stones and the other wrapped in silver with diamonds and garnets in the middle. He beamed sliding the jewelry onto her left ring finger.

“Forever mine,” he purred. He placed the matching ring in her hand as she slipped it onto him. “Forever yours,” she echoed staring at him.

Her cheeks flushed and her stomach fluttered as he kissed her once more. All his. She couldn't help but wonder about the mystery j. This wasn’t really cheating. It was only a dream after all.

Nuzzling against him, she interlocked her fingers with his as she drifted off to sleep content by the gentle strokes of his fingers on her back.

^^^

The sounds of the birds chirping stirred Psyche from her sleep. She murmured as her body became alert as she began to wake. Covering her eyes from the sunshine washing over the room, she could make out to see Harmonica opening the doors to the balcony.

She turned giving a curtsy. “Good morning Madam. How did you sleep?”

Psyche wiggled under the comforter with a sleepy smile. “I slept...well better than I have in ages,” she answered sitting up.

The maid turned away with a giggle. “Oh, Madam, there’s a robe by your bed for you to use.”

Psyche chuckled. “Nonsense, I–” she looked down to see that she was nude. With a squeal, she covered herself up blushing profusely. “Oh! I–”

How did her clothes get removed? Harmonia rushed to put out her outfit and ran to the door. “Breakfast will be ready by the time you freshen up. just call me if you need anything!”

Psyche watched as she practically ran off. Shaking her head in disbelief, she wiggled into the silk robe and went into the bathroom. Further inspection showed she had hickeys littered over her skin. She froze bringing her hand up to her face. The ring.

She jumped back as she removed it and placed it on the sink.

What had happened that night before? She combed her mind for any details, only concluding that it must have been one hell of a dream.

But it felt so real. His hands, lips, everything about it. She mumbled to herself turning the showerhead on. Dreams weren’t real. It was silly to think otherwise. Yet, as she stepped out of the robe and into the shower letting the water cascade down her frame, nothing about this place seemed ‘normal’.

Psyche washed quickly and put on the outfit laid out for her: dark denim jeans and a white tank with a loose black duster. She walked down the stairs just as they finished setting the table for her. The staff greeted her as she took a seat, being served from the numerous dishes on the tables.

All for her. It was quite a change of scenery having been used to seeing her family surrounding the table. She smiled to herself thinking of all the breakfasts her father would cook for them. Her sisters bickering over the fruit. She missed the chaos, regardless if it drove her crazy. They were still her family. A twinge in her heart made her tear up.

Clearing her throat, Psyche settled on a bowl of fruit and toast with a glass of orange juice. Nibbling on a corner of the toast—slathered in butter and strawberry jam—she looked around the place now that it was light out. Still as beautiful as ever. The sunlight seemed to make the place glow. The metal finishing almost looked like molten gold.

Anteros came in with a package, bringing her from her thoughts. "For you Madam, from the Master,” he explained holding a note for her to take.

Psyche thanked him for opening the note to read over the writing.

“Good morning my dear wife. Again, I regret not being able to be in your presence. Here is a gift for you, something for you to capture the beauty of what life has to offer.”

Psyche unwrapped the gift to reveal one of the latest digital camera models. She smiled to herself holding it with care. She glanced at the butler in surprise. “How did he know I liked to photograph?”

“Master has his ways,” he said airily. “Enjoy your day.” Psyche ran her fingers over the camera looking out at the lake.

After breakfast, she walked outside, camera in one hand as she explored the property. They were right, the lake looked absolutely stunning in the early morning fog. She was thankful for the duster as it kept off the chill.

The only sounds were the wildlife flitting about. With amusement she watched a family of rabbits hop around the meadow nibbling at clover. She snapped a quick picture as they paused, noses wiggling under the grass.

Psyche ventured towards a gazebo near the lake. She plopped down on one of the benches sniffing the flowers that decorated the rails. Bursts of reds, yellows, oranges, and purples of the daylilies came alive on her camera screen. Just as she clicked the button, a hummingbird appeared in the viewfinder searching for nectar. It was truly a sight to see.

Everything seemed so calm by the lake. Content by the buzz in the air, her eyelids grew heavy as she fell asleep drooping against the rail.

^^^

Who knew how much time passed as one of the maids came upon her sleeping and roused her awake gently.

“Madam?”

Psyche yawned as she stretched her limbs. With blurry vision, she squinted at Adrestia rubbing her eyes. “W-What time is it?”

“Half-past noon,” she answered, helping her up.

Psyche stood more a moment getting her bearings. “That long?”

“Yes, it's time for lunch. Let’s get you some tea. It’s chilly out here by the water. You’ll catch a cold.” Adrestia fussed at Psyche leading her back inside. She sat back down at the dining room table as they made her some herbal tea to sip on while lunch was being fixed.

The chamomile tea warmed her to the bones as she rested against the arm of the chair. Psyche shivered in her seat. Maybe being out there that long wasn’t the smartest idea. Anteros served a bowl of vegetable soup, placing it in front of her.

“Enjoy Madam.”

Psyche gave him a smile of reassurance as she sipped the broth. She sniffed between swallows as fatigue set in. With a groan, she pushed the soup aside, too exhausted to eat. Harmonia entered to check on her, tsking as she felt Psyche’s forehead.

“You’re running warm Madam. Let’s get you upstairs to rest.”

Anteros assisted with helping her up the stairs and getting her into bed. Psyched sighed into the mattress as it enveloped her. She cuddled further under the blankets as they made sure she was comfortable. “We’ll come check on you later Madam to see if you are better.”

Psyche nodded off to sleep just as the lights dimmed.

The afternoon slowly changed to dusk and her temperature only worsened. Psyche's body shivered all over as she was drenched in sweat. Muttering in a fitful sleep, she whimpered. Nothing seemed to break her fever and the staff worried about what their Master would do if they knew she was like this.

Jaebeom appeared as the sun set, worried about her state. His staff had sent word to him about Psyche and he rushed home to help care for her. He placed a cold compress on her forehead as he held her hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on her skin. Fear crossed his face. She looked troubled in her sleep. What could he do? Hopefully, Jackson received his correspondence. Only he would know what to do.

Psyche whimpered in her sleep, “Papi, come back, please...sisters…I...I miss you.”

Jaebeom frowned as the realization sunk in. She missed her family. He felt selfish keeping her away from them, but they’d never be able to come here. For their safety and hers. It would be dangerous. He shuddered to think what his mother would do if she found this is where he hid her away. He noticed the absence of her ring and scowled. Adrestia entered with more cold water in a basin and Jaebeom turned to glare at her.

“Where’s her ring?”

She pulled it from her pocket and tossed it to him with a look of annoyance. “She left it by the sink in the bathroom.”

He mumbled, ignoring her, and slipped it back on Psyche’s finger. “Why’d she take it off?” he asked rhetorically.

“Don’t be daft brother. You know the answer,” she huffed, setting the basin down on the dresser. “Jackson just arrived. Shall I bring him up?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, more to himself.

Adrestia sighed, exiting the bedroom. Moments later Jackson glanced over at Jaebeom. He shook his head stepping closer. “I got your note,” he began. “What’s wrong? I was in the middle of something.”

Jaebeom turned, looking stricken with grief. “She’s ill and her fever won’t break.”

Jackson frowned stepping closer. “Get up,” he ordered as Jaebeom stood but kept a hold of her hand. Jackson closed his eyes and swept his hand across her body. Furrowing his brow he looked over at Jaebeom with a crooked grin. “She’ll be fine. It's just a rough bout of the flu.” He flicked his hand as a pouch appeared. “Place the powder in a drink. She’ll sweat it out over the next few days.”

Jaebeom sighed deeply, taking the pouch. “Thanks, Jackson.”

The God of the Sun smiled, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Giving him a once over, the frown settled back on his face. “What else is troubling you?”

Jaebeom nibbled his bottom lip detaching his hand from her as he began to pace. “She’s lonely. She calls for her family in her sleep. But I can’t have them here. Too much exposure would bring attention to my mother.” He stopped combing through his hair. “What should I do?”

Jackson exhaled heavily. “I think you should consider what will make her happy the most. I don’t think one visit would cause harm. just set precautions to be sure.” He smirked with a shrug. “It will put her at ease.”

Jaebeom nodded as he watched Psyche sleep. His fingers lingered on her cheek with a sigh, resolution crossed his as he settled into the decision. After a moment he gave a hum. “Alright, thanks I appreciate the medicine and advice.”

“Sure thing. Good luck,” Jackson waved as he shimmered away.

Adrestia peeked her head in once Jaebeom was alone once more. “Everything alright?”

Jaebeom held up the pouch. “Mix this with some tea,” he ordered, eyes back on Psyche.

She took the pouch, walking out the door once more. “Be back soon.”

It didn’t take long for her to return with a steaming cup of tea. Propping her up, Jaebeom held Psyche, tilting the cup towards her lips. “Psyche, drink.”

Through her deliria, Psyche’s lips parted as the warm liquid slid down, coating her throat. Her body tingled as the medicine worked its way through her system. She coughed suddenly, groaning in her semi-conscious state. It didn’t take long for her to fall back to sleep. As Jaebeom combed his fingers through her hair, she let out a content sigh snuggling against his hand.

He stayed like that with her the remainder of the night and into the coming days. After a few days, her fever broke and he knew he wouldn't be able to be near her once she woke. As dawn approached on the third day, Jaebeom sat up begrudgingly leaving her side. He could make out the early morning ray’s peak from behind the trees. The sunlight filtering into the room made almost a halo glow around her. He couldn’t believe how breathtaking she looked. Knowing time grew short, he kissed the back of her hand just as he disappeared from the room.

Psyche rolled onto her side frowning as the space beside her was now empty. She grew more alert moving her hand to the spot noting the warmth still there. Her eyes finally opened as she realized she was alone once again. Sadness crossed her face recalling the sweet dreams of her Eros.

Harmonica entered after a soft knock and smiled warmly at her. “It’s lovely to see you up, Madam. How do you feel?”

Psyche sighed, rubbing her eyes of sleep, and propped herself against the pillows. “Better than I did a few days ago.”

Harmonia walked over to pull the curtains aside. “Would you like to take your breakfast in bed or downstairs?”

“Up here is fine,” Psyche answered, still occupied in her thoughts.

It wasn't until the three staff members served her breakfast that she decided to go with her plan. They must have known who slept beside her the past few nights. Seen him even. This J still hadn’t made an appearance and she was getting restless in the house being alone.

As Anteros poured her tea, she met his gaze. “Where is my ‘husband’? Have you seen him around? Surely he doesn’t think I should be alone here.

They gave each other knowing looks. “The Master has–”

“Yes! You’ve said it before. He has his reasons,” she snapped back. Taking a few breaths, Psyche gave them an apologetic look. “I-I’m sorry. I just miss my family.” She pushed away the tray getting out of bed and went out to the balcony closing the door behind her.

Adrestia scowled removing the tray as she cut her eyes to her siblings. They left Psyche upstairs as they went back into the kitchen. “He needs to figure something out. It’s getting exhausting lying to her every single day.”

Harmonia shook her head as she cleaned the dishes. “She’s not going to stop asking questions. We have to figure something out.”

Anteros slammed the cabinet close as he rounded on his sisters. “We don’t have to figure anything out. That’s his shit to sort. We’ll only add to the problem.” His shoulder slumped as he leaned against the counter. “Besides, if he loves her so much, he’ll find a way.”

“Excuse me,” Psyche said, entering the kitchen. They all jumped, faces paled at her arrival. Once she’d been able to calm, she thought of a way to contact J. Maybe this would help her get to understand him.

She gripped the paper in her hand and set it on the counter. “I-I wrote him a letter. Maybe he’ll understand how I’m feeling after reading it.”

Psyche bit her lip shuffling her feet on the floor. “Can you please give it to him?” She fiddled with the ring on her hand as she looked down.

Anteros let a grin spread across his face as he bowed. “Yes, Madam. We’ll be sure the Master gets it.”

“Thank you,” she replied, giving them each a nod and left to go back upstairs.

Harmonia sighed in relief looking at them. “You think she heard any of it?”

Adrestia shrugged. “If she did, she’s got a good poker face.”

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Another day passing into night. Psyche spent the day walking the trail around the lake. The fresh air was a godsend after being inside the house the last few days. Hopefully, he received her message. Once dinner finished–solo as usual–she readied for bed soaking in the bathtub and changed into another set of pajamas, a pair of silk shorts, and a tank top.

She would have been lying if she wasn’t looking forward to seeing him in her dreams again. He’d become something of a confidante, a lover even. She felt a pang in her chest as she closed her eyes. Only her dreams weren’t real life.

But he returned whispering promises of love and devotion.

She felt his hands wrap around her middle, pulling her close, her back pressed against his chest. His lips easily finding her shoulder trailing butterfly kisses. Psyche sighed into touch, eyes still shut.

“Another round? I don’t think I have the strength,” she giggled.

Jaebeom smirked against her skin, tickling her stomach gently. “I’m insatiable,” he teased, cuddling closer. “I’ll let you rest for now.”

Psyche opened her eyes as she felt his breathing slow. She shifted causing Jaebeom to rouse from his nap. Frowning, he sat up leaning over to see her expression. “Love, what’s wrong?”

Psyche exhaled avoiding his gaze but he wouldn’t let up until she stared back. “I-I just feel so lonely here.”

Jaebeom’s heart sank. He pulled away to run a hand through his hair. He had gotten her note earlier in the day, Anteros made sure of that. Psyche poured her heart into the note, expressing her unhappiness about being by herself. How she truly missed being around her family. Though he couldn’t tell her he knew about her letter.

“Why do you feel lonely, Psyche?”

She rotated to look at him fully. “I-I cherish our time together, but it's only confined to this–my mind. I sit around wishing for someone, who still hasn’t appeared before me.” Tears welled in her eyes as they trickled down. Jaebeom used his thumb to wipe them away.

“What do you want? Truly?”

Psyche sniffed as she leaned into his touch. “I want to see my family again,” she let out a teary laugh shaking her head, “They drive me absolutely mad, but I still love them despite what they do.”

He kissed her lips and sighed pulling her into his lap. Psyche rested her head on his shoulder as he rocked her to sleep. Her eyes dropped snuggled close to him. When her breathing deepened and Jaebeom was sure she wouldn’t wake, he placed her under the covers. As the sun began to rise, he gave a reluctant nod.

“Very well. If this is what will bring a smile to your face, I’ll grant your wish Psyche.”

He placed the note on her vanity before taking his leave. Something unsettled him. As if this was something he would regret. A darkness loomed over his face, but he only wanted Psyche to be happy. This would make things better.

How wrong he was.

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Psyche busied herself straightening the living room, making sure fresh flowers replaced the older ones in the vases around the room. She felt a weight lifted from her chest. The previous morning she received a letter from J. In it, he granted her request for her to see her family. His stipulation:

“They can only visit for one day.”

One day seemed so short, but at least she would get to see them. She sent word out to her family inviting them out to the lake house. They were coming today, and if she was being honest, Psyche was nervous. She thought about what they would think of this arrangement. She pushed her concerns to the back of her mind as she checked on the lunch Harmonia was preparing all morning.

“Is everything almost ready?”

“Yes, Madam. The meat just needs to be grilled, but everything is ready,” she answered.

Psyche gave a reassuring smile as she willed herself not to pace across the floor. Her ears strained as the door opened.

Anteros entered giving a short bow. “They’ve arrived, Madam.”

Her heart thumped in anticipation just as Victoria and Jessica entered. The sisters shrieked running over to squeeze Psyche into a large group hug. Psyche stumbled back holding them gingerly. As they pulled away to give her air, her brows knotted in confusion. “Where’s father?”

Jessica scoffed, putting her hands on her hips. “That’s all you can say? It’s been almost a month and you only worry about father.”

Victoria patted Psyche’s hand warmly. “He wanted to be here, but he’s away on business overseas.”

“Oh,” Psyche hid her disappointment. As much as she cared for her sisters, she wanted to see her father. Call her a daddy’s girl, but she needed him here as well.

Jessica circled the room with genuine interest. “So this is where you've been. We didn’t know what to expect. After dad came home, we for sure thought you got kidnapped or sold.”

Victoria chuckled nervously. “How about a tour Psyche? I’m dying to see the lake.”

Psyche pressed her lips together as she glared at Jessica. Same old attitude. Bitter. She took Victoria’s hand tugging it to the patio deck. “Sure. Let me show you everything,” she looked over her shoulder at Jessica with a hum. “C’mon, I think you’ll like it too.”

And they did.

Envy swept across her sisters' faces as Psyche led them around the manor, pointing out all j had–from the latest appliances and equipment to the sheer vastness of the estate. Psyche finished the tour by the lake as they would be having lunch near the gazebo. Anteros manned the grill as Adrestia and Harmonia finished setting the table for them. Jessica sat as she held a wine glass up to be filled. Harmonia filled their glasses as the food was served. The staff disappeared giving the sisters alone time.

Victoria chatted happily, still impressed by the place Psyche now lived in. “Psyche, your home is beautiful,” she gushed.

Jessica huffed as she sipped her wine eyeing Psyche from the rim of her glass. “I’m curious though. When do we get to meet this mystery man?” She looked around with a frown. “How does he afford all this?”

Psyche choked on her wine giving them a nonchalant shrug. “I-I’m not too sure. We–” she mumbled while taking another sip.

Jessica leaned forward glaring. “What was that?”

Pink tinged Psyche’s cheek as she stared at the salad on her plate. “I haven’t met him yet.”

The oldest sister crossed her arms. “What do you mean you haven’t met him?” She gave her a stare, her voice dangerously low. “Psyche–”

Psyche glanced away biting her lip. “Er...not met per se, but I get notes from him every morning–”

Jessica hissed slamming her glass down as wine spilled on the table soaking the tablecloth. “How daft can you be Psyche? I was sure you were the most intelligent of us three, but you’re just as dumb as Victoria.”

“Hey!” Victoria shot Jessica a look and went over to comfort Psyche. She knelt down in front of her holding her hands. “Honey, do you know anything about him? It seems unusual you’ve yet to see him.”

Psyche felt her lip tremble as her throat tightened. “He’s been nothing but cordial and welcoming to me. Yes, I know it's a little odd we haven’t, but I don’t think he would do me any harm.”

Jessica fumed, still gesturing wildly to the home. “Don’t tell me you've been this disillusioned by the splendor. For all, you know he could be a killer, a psycho, old and creepy, or some sick joke!” Chest heaving, Jessica calmed as she gave Psyche a sticky sweet smile reaching across to hold her hand. Victoria sat up on the bench to hold their younger sister.

“We’re not doing this to be cruel, we only want what's best for you,” Jessica cooed.

Victoria pressed a kiss to the top of Psyche’s head, squeezing her gently. “We’re worried about you Psyche. just be careful, love.”

“What should I do?” she whispered trembling as Victoria smoothed her hair down.

Jessica sighed and got up to join her on the bench. She pulled something from her purse. Psyche looked taken aback as the silver gleamed in the sunlight. The knife had a beautiful ornate handle as small gems decorated the helm. The blade, while small, still looked deadly.

“Find out what he is hiding from you. Take this to protect yourself,” she instructed.

Psyche felt numb. Was she being naïve? Were they right about everything? How was she supposed to be married to someone she never laid eyes on. Without a sound, she took the blade, concealing it in her back pocket.

They finished lunch with Psyche remaining silent throughout. The sisters chatted adamantly to each other about the food and the skills of the staff, but it went on deaf ears. As they left, she hugged them each, wishing them a safe journey home as they loaded into their car. She waved them off as the car disappeared around the bend.

Psyche felt more lonely now than ever, a heavyweight on her chest and dark clouds looming over her head. The knife still in her back pocket, she couldn’t help but feel saddened. She rested against the front door till in her thoughts.

Harmonia poked her head out of the kitchen, giving her a smile. “Enjoy your sisters' visit?”

Psyche bobbed her head practically running for the stairs. “Yes. Thank you for cooking an amazing lunch!”

Harmonia gave her a curious glance before going back into the kitchen.

She remained in her room pacing about, letting the staff know she didn’t want to be disturbed. Psyche ran the plan through her mind for the hundredth time. It seemed fairly simple: she’d sneak into the room in the east wing and look around. He had to be hiding something. She stared at the knife on her bed. It would only be for protection. Psyche had also snatched a candle from one of the drawers downstairs just in case.

She grabbed the knife and the candle, slipping them in her back pocket, and walked out into the hallway. Her ears strained for sounds. All she could hear was Harmonia and Adrestia chattering in the kitchen. Anteros offered to drive her sisters home, so he would be gone for some time. This gave her maybe a half hour before they would try to get her to have dinner.

Psyche walked slowly towards the east wing. Though it matched the interior design, she felt something strange in the air. She couldn’t place her finger on it but only her curiosity made her venture on. The door at the end of the hallway loomed closer. With bated breath, she gripped the knob and turned. Much to her surprise, the door was unlocked.

Her eyebrow raised. For a room she was forbidden to enter, it seemed strange that the door would be open. Shoving her anxiety aside, Psyche pushed the door as it creaked slowly on the hinges. With enough room to squeeze in, she closed the door behind her as the room filled with shadows. Psyche exhaled softly in the darkness. Fumbling with a match, she struck it against the door and lit the candle. The small flame embraced her with warmth and a glow. Not giving off much light, she held it out in front to lead her around. Every few steps she stumbled having no luck finding a switch. So far from what she could see, nothing stood out. She made out a dresser and mirror in the corner.

How curious. Did someone live here?

just then a snore cut into the darkness, almost making her scream. Psyche clutched her chest before grabbing the knife from her pocket.

Who’s in here?!

She stepped with caution towards the sound and saw a couch. Not noticing much around her, she tripped against a small table. With a muffled cry, she dropped the knife trying to catch the case that fell. Psyche winced as something poked her hand as she grabbed the objects placing them back on the table. Her body tingled with warmth. Crouched down, she grabbed the candle, noticing she was close to the source of the sound.

With her face covered in a sheen of sweat, trembling hands held out the candle. What she saw made her almost cry out.

He laid there asleep, curled against a pillow. Dressed only in pajama pants, she could see the definition on his muscles. Dark hair fanned around him. That chin, those lips...wait were those wings?! It was him! The man from her dreams. Eros!

Psyche jerked back as she tripped forward, the candle sliding from her hand as it dropped on his arm.

Jaebeom opened his eyes with a painful shout, his wings spreading out as he jumped back holding his injured arm. Meeting her gaze, gloom washed over his face.

“You–” he said, voice hoarse with sleep.

Psyche, still shaken up, didn't realize she had pricked herself on his darts. The tingling she felt earlier increased.

“Y-You’re him,” she whispered.

Jaebeom held back a wince as the burn grew worse. “That’s beside the point. You broke my trust, Psyche.”

“B-But I-I–”

Her heart sank as he turned away from her, his wings concealing him. “I only asked one thing of you. You were to not enter the east wing under any circumstance.” He choked back a sob. “Now we can’t be together.”

“Wait, please Eros–” She reached to hold his hand.

He jerked away, swatting her hand from him. “Don’t touch me. You lost those privileges to call me that name.”

She stepped back hurt, clutching her hand as her eyes welled with tears. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late,” he stepped away. “I loved you, Psyche, but you betrayed me.”

She sank to the floor as a light cast in the room surrounding him. And then he was gone.

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thedemolitionduo · 4 years

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Jak and Daxter Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Keira Hagai/Jak, Ashelin Praxis/Torn, Daxter/Tess (Jak and Daxter), Phoenix/OC Characters: Jak (Jak and Daxter), Daxter (Jak and Daxter), Phoenix (Jak and Daxter), Keira Hagai, Ashelin Praxis, Torn (Jak and Daxter), Baron Praxis (Jak and Daxter), Erol (Jak and Daxter), Samos Hagai, Sig (Jak and Daxter), Krew (Jak and Daxter), Kor (Jak and Daxter), The Kid Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape Aftermath, Blood and Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, mentioned alcoholism, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Medical Experimentation, Torture, Medical Torture, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, War, Rape Recovery, Action/Adventure, Eventual Happy Ending, Fantasy, Underage Rape/Non-con, Nightmares, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

This is a dark retelling of Jak 2. It'll be told through multiple characters POV's. Jak will always be the primary focus, though part one and two will feature Phoenix heavily and his roll in Jak's rescue and recovery. Daxter will also eventually make an appearance and take his place as the secondary protagonist. This is definitely a big project and a new style of writing to approach, but I'm really proud of what I have so far and I'm eager to share it with the fandom - old and new. X Phoenix Waterford tried to be brave once, rebellious, but that ended in gunfire and blood, now he's no longer brave. He's not much of anything. Phoenix's troubled past and bad luck have gotten him a job at the Baron's prison, which resides on a gloomy island of the shores of Haven City. Phoenix accepts his new position without fuss. Obeys the rules and doesn't breathe a word of what he sees to the outside world. That is, until a young prisoner named Jak, who's been injected with dark eco and has some very telling bruises, is brought into the infirmary. Now Phoenix must decide what kind of men he's going to be. Will he continue to turn a blind eye, or will he risk his life to save a boy he's just met?

#my fic!we are heroes #dark fic #jak 2!au #non con tw #noncon tw #panic attacks #nightmares #hurt/comfort #wump #more warnings in ao3 tags

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fyrapartnersearch · 5 years

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original, percy jackson, pokemon, avatar, skyrim, fallout ;

I’m AJ! I lost a couple partners in the holiday craze, which is totally fine! Now I’m lookin’ for some RPs to head into the new year. If we had something lined up and things fell off the wagon, no sweat, just message me again and we can get the ball rolling again! :)

For original settings: apocalyptic (zombie, disease, extinction event, whatever), supernatural (fantasy, urban, sci-fi, literally anything). For fandom universes: Percy Jackson, Pokemon, Avatar: The Last Airbender/Legend of Korra, Skyrim, and Fallout.

Gonna run through my basic info and then onto the particulars. 💕

⥽ About Me ; ⥼

• Name/Age ; AJ! 22! Finally!

• Timezone ; CST! I don’t mind time differences, this is just so you know my general schedule.

• Length ; Depends on whether it’s novella or multi-paragraph. If m.para, around 3-5 minimum I guess? Novella would obviously be much longer.

• Reply rate ; Varies depending on whether we’re doing multi-paragraph or novella. I can respond anywhere from every day to every other day or a few times a week to weekly depending on the writing style of the RP and my schedule.

• OOC ; I like getting to know my partners and sharing enthusiasm over our ideas and characters. Nothing hits quite like mutual investment! I like making playlists/pinboards/sending you videos or songs or memes that remind me of our characters!

• Contact ; Strictly email for OOC and roleplay unless we’re using GDocs for the RP itself. You can find me at [email protected].

⥽ On the lookout for ; ⥼

• Doubling ; Not a deal-breaker!! I just prefer writing a cast of characters, so this is something that’s more of a bonus. Ideally we’ll double, but I’m down for writing just one character each. Let me know how ya feel about it!

• Will only write MxM or FxF ; MxF’s not my cup of tea (I’m extremely picky with it, fellow gays u know how it is). If we’re writing a cast of characters then I’m fine with having an MxF side couple. And I STRICTLY write OCxOC! Canon characters won't be found anywhere near this stuff, folks!

• 20+ ; Partner’s gotta be 20+ even if we don’t write anything explicitly adult! I’m outta my teens now and don’t have any interest in writing with them. Same goes for characters. It’s a 20+ zone for both partners and characters ‘round here, folks!

⥽ Yes! ; ⥼

• Smut ; I enjoy writing it, but it’s not a deal-breaker if you’d rather fade to black. All characters will obviously be adults. I expect versatile characters in bed by default, that way we’ve got an even route for playing roles in bed. Admittedly this shifts a bit depending on the character I write but for the most part, yeah, I stick to verses.

• Face claims ; Spent a huge chunk of my roleplaying years on tumblr (it was very over-the-top and flowery and weirdly formatted and grossly difficult to read, I know I know), so having a face for characters stuck with me. If you don’t have any of your own and want good resources to find a face, I’ve got some recommended sites I can throw at ya! Not a deal-breaker, though, and for certain fandoms (Pokemon, Avatar) I actually prefer not to use realistic face claims so we can just opt outta that when writing in these universes.

• Depth & growth ; Not a fan of one-dimensional characters or characters who act the same from beginning to end! People change with experiences and the people around them, so this is to be expected. ESPECIALLY when doubling with a cast. I loooove complicated characters growing together.

• Plotting & Worldbuilding ; *For original settings/worlds! I’m not picky with this if we’re working with a canon setting, so if that’s what you’re looking for, we can skip this section. I run into loooads of folks who say they do this when they really don’t. We’re writing an entire world together, so there’s some degree of effort involved! I need specifics to use as a start-off point for the roleplay and a general outline for where the story’s going. RPs that are just random, spur of the moment with writing as we go on tend to burn out REALLY quickly for me. I know not a lot of people are into this, so I’m sorry about that.

⥽ No! ; ⥼

• Single paragraphs ; I’m not too picky with a lot of length a lot of the time, I just don’t mesh well with people who don’t write more than that. Go ham. I like my responses meaty!

• Limits ; Abuse, nonconsensual/sexual assault, pedophilia, incest (includes step-relations, adopted relations, and that figurative like if one character essentially raised another or they were raised as family), weird age gaps, BDSM, any kind of master/slave or dom/sub dynamics.

As for the goods, I’ve laid ‘em all out for you here! Keep in mind that while all of these are fun on their own, I’m definitely the type of writer who’s into mixing and matching. Sci-fi apocalypse? Fantasy apocalypse? Fantasy supernatural stuff? Sci-fi fantasy? Sci-fi supernatural stuff? Supernatural apocalypse? Period settings? Literally whatever you could think of, I’ll give it a whirl. The particulars down below are just to get the ball rolling and catch some interest, some asterisks for current cravings but I’m soooooo honest when I say that I’d love to write anything down below and won’t shoot you down if you come at me with stuff. Hit me up with whatever you’d like!

APOCALYPSE: My bread and butter! Bro. I’m all about the tense, harrowing, and especially gut-punching when it comes to how close people become to survive together in quiet moments of a world they used to know. I’m a big fan of zombies, so that’s my loose preference. I loved Black Summer on Netflix – the earlier episodes, at least, as well as The Last of Us. That’s the kind of vibe I favor with zombies/zombie-like creatures. But, ofc, an apocalypse can be anything! I love writing different takes on the genre since there’s so much to cover. Extinction event, pandemic, impact event, monsters/beasts, man-made, whatever. The more creative the apocalyptic setting, the better, so I’d love to bounce some ideas back and forth. Not too into a nuclear apocalypse setting, since that overlaps a lot with Fallout down below. I’ve also had some ideas of a futuristic/sci-fi apocalypse that I’d love to tell you all about if you’re interested!

FANTASY***: High fantasy, low fantasy, medieval fantasy, urban fantasy, whatever. Love dragons, love magic, love weird fantasy flora, definitely love the classic prince/princess x knight or commoner schtick. You want prophecies? I’m game. You want elves? I’m game. You want steampunk? I’m game. You want none of that and wanna do something else? I’m game, baby. The possibilities are endless. I’ve had two particular ideas floatin’ around in my noggin lately: an apocalyptic-fantasy that takes place in a medieval fantasy realm wherein an ancient curse/plague erupts across the land with horrifying zombie-esque symptoms (obv with more fantasy elements than just that) that involves a quest to try and awaken a god or two OR some magic journey to the heart of it all and out and end to it, and a modern fantasy involving a run-down summer camp secluded deep in the woods. Two new counselors (our characters) start working there over the summer and things slowly unravel from there, either with faerie stuff involving replacing campers/staff (definitely aiming for the freaky horror faeries as opposed to like, beautiful or only slightly unnerving faeries) or the camp being run by a secret cult that sacrifices campers/staff.

SUPERNATURAL/PARANORMAL***: Vampires and werewolves and demons, oh my! Can’t go wrong with horror, especially can’t go wrong with comedy-horror. I’m more of the type to prefer humans and supernatural beings together in a ragtag duo type of way as opposed to two supernatural beings, but anything’s cool in my book. Medieval/fantasy setting for a dark fairytale vibe, urban/modern supernatural beings slinking in the shadows outside of the human eye, supernatural sci-fi stuff, mysteries and danger lurking around every corner? Seriously, it’s a great genre! Any and everything is fantastic. I’ve got a loose concept of demons/the Underworld I’d like to get into revolving around a human accidentally summoning a demon or making a really poor deal with a demon and the eventual threat of the opposite effect (humans who work with angels/angels who clean up demonic stuff) since I’m struggling with the worldbuilding of it, so applying all that to a roleplay to give it a whirl sounds like a great way to work out the kinks. Plus, c’mon. Paranormal romance. End of the world. Flipping the script on angels and demons with the demons being “good” and the angels being “bad” but really there’s more nuance to that since they’re two sides of the same coin. What’s not to love there? I’m a sucker for human/demon relationships and/or human/angel relationships, what can I say!

PERCY JACKSON*****: I haven’t ever roleplaying this verse before, so this is completely new grounds for me. I’ve seen some fun takes on it, though! Scoured older ads but haven’t reached out to anyone because the posting time’s pretty old, but a couple ideas I’ve skimmed through sound fun. HP got a period take on it, so why not put that spin on PJ with a period setting rather than in modern times? Or just a regular modern setting. Y’know, keep it classy, keep it sexy, keep it fun! I’m definitely interested in life outside of camp since they’d all be adults. Life’s supposed to suck for demigods, so let’s get into that. I’ve only read the first series but I’m game to read more or look over the Wikipedia if it suits your fancy! I’m REALLY looking for a PJ RP, seriously, message me.

POKEMON: Man, I just… miss Pokemon, dude, what else can I say? :( I miss fun adventures and goofy scenarios and taking a more serious or realistic route with threats. I’ve got a couple of ideas from heists to evil Elite Four members to Poke-Jurassic Park, but I’d love to hear anything you’ve got in mind!

AVATAR*****: Alright, not gonna beat around the bush, I had a killer post-Korra RP setting like a year ago that died off early on and now I’m kinda itching to put it back into action! Basically this whole thing just revolves around our own Avatar and world/conflicts. Something before Aang could be fun too? Or a couple Avatars past Korra? There’s so many routes we could take this! And so many things we could bring in! I had an Avatar marathon with my brother this weekend and I just miss this universe. I’ve never actually managed to RP it before, so I wanna remedy that!

FALLOUT***: Played 3, watched various playthroughs of New Vegas, 4, and working on 1+2! I’m a recent fan and I’ve fallen head over heels for it! I’ve got ten prepped OCs for this universe so feel free to take your pic once we get into contact! :D I think it could be fun if we make our own setting for this, but I’m so down for piggybacking off canon settings. I love the Mojave in particular, but everything’s cool in my book. I’ve also got a couple plot ideas, so I can tell you all about ‘em when we get into things!

SKYRIM***: Well I’m a new Fallout fan so it should come to NO surprise that I’m new to Skyrim too. I recently got into it after someone recommended it to me and I’m having a blast playing the game on the Switch! I don’t have any particular ideas but I’d love to dip into the water here and see what comes of it. I’ve got a couple character ideas already so if I manage to rope anyone into this universe I’ll be one happy camper.

#multiple paragraph #long term #email #pokemon rp #smut rp #submission

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pauper-planes · 5 years

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Yet Another Throne of Eldraine Review

I’m sure by now you’ve read a bunch of articles about the impact of Throne of Eldraine on pauper. Well, I’d be remiss if I didn’t add my voice to the mix. This isn’t necessarily a top X list of cards I think will break into the format, rather some cards that caught my interest that I’d like to talk about.

Let's start off by looking at the new mechanics.

Adamant

Adamant rewards you for paying 3 mana of the same colour on a spell. By necessity, this means that all of the Adamant spells will cost at least 3 mana. Pauper isn’t short on mono-coloured decks, so it’s possible that there are some cards that provide useful effects.

Adventure

Adventure is a mechanic that can be found on creatures. These cards will have a unique book-like text box. On one side is the normal creature text and abilities, the other side is the adventure. The adventure is either an instant or sorcery and you can cast the adventure at any time you could cast the spell. If you cast the creature’s adventure, you put the creature into exile. You can then cast the creature from exile later. Alternatively, you can just cast the creature. Most of the adventure payoffs in Throne of Eldraine are at uncommon, so we’ll just be looking at whether the combination of spell and creature make them worth it.

Food Tokens

The final mechanic is Food Tokens. Many cards in the set will instruct you to create a food token. Food tokens are artifacts, you can pay 2 generic mana, tap and sacrifice the food to gain 3 life. As with Adventures most of the food token payoffs are at uncommon so we’ll just be looking at the value of the food token in its own right. The immediate comparison is to Clues from Shadows Over Innistrad. A Clue Token is also an artifact, you pay 2 generic mana and sacrifice it to draw a card. Drawing a card is definitely a more powerful effect than gaining 3 life, but food tokens seem to be a little easier to create. It’s entirely possible that decks such as Mono-Block that typically lack lifegain and often spend a lot of life to draw cards would like to have a few of these lying around. However, given the current prevalence of Snow lands and Arcum’s Astrolabe, a lot of decks are simply splashing green in the sideboard for Weather The Storm. However, these end up working out, I’ve definitely got my eye on a couple of cards to experiment with and that’s half the fun.

Right. Now that’s done, onto the cards!

Mystic Sanctuary

Let’s start with the card that I think is the most likely to see play in the format. Mystic Sanctuary is an easy include in mono-blue decks and provides another way to recur instants and sorceries from the graveyard. The Island subtype is also very useful as it still counts for the affinity cost on Spire Golem. At the moment Mono-Blue strategies have waned since the banning of Gush, Daze and Gitaxian Probe, but this could be a useful tool for them going forward.

Idyllic Grange

Idyllic Grange is the other land from this cycle that I’m interested in trying out. I think this could be a useful one or two of in Mono-White Heroic. In that deck, this entering tapped on early turns is a huge downside, but late in the game that +1/+1 counter could really matter. It’s important to note that Heroic only triggers off spells and not abilities, but a free +1/+1 counter from a land drop could be worth the include.

Faerie Guidemother

Faerie Guidemother is another possible include for Mono-White Heroic. The adventure is essentially a Mighty Leap, which doesn’t see play in the deck, but the possibility of being able to cast a 1/1 flyer later in the game to rebuild your board could actually sway the card into useful territory. Well worth an experiment.

Flutterfox

When I first saw this card I immediately thought of some sort of White-based artifacts deck. Ancient Den helps cast this as well as granting it flying. But in comparison to Glint Hawk and Kor Skyfisher this ends up being on the low end of the power spectrum. It’s a curious card and if nothing else I’m excited to try to brew some sort of terrible deck around this just to see how good it might be.

Mantle of Tides

Mantle of Tides intrigues me. Blue decks are not short on card draw, so getting the free equip should be relatively easy. Imagine on your opponent’s turn, letting them declare attackers and casting Brainstorm in response to move the Mantle onto your blocker and set up a profitable block. That being said, I don’t see exactly where it fits, but again I want to try to experiment with this

Queen of Ice

In Limited I keep being amazed that this card is common. The adventure is a good rate to lock down a creature, and the body that you get the following turn is also very useful. The ability to tap down a creature she does damage to is also pretty relevant. It makes attacks awkward for your opponent. That being said, this is a constructed format, but I still think there’s a possibility that Elsa here could be a real role player. When you finally cash her in as a chump blocker she stops that creature attacking next turn too.

Tome Raider

As a 1/1 flyer for 3 that draws a card Tome raider is below rate, even with the faerie subtype to power up your Spellstutter Sprites. My main reason for including it in this list is just to call out the amazing card name.

Witching Well

Witching Well is another potential blue card draw engine, it’s cheap to play and the scry 2 early in the game is very valuable. Being able to cash it in for cards later is also very powerful. Again this is another card that looks like it has real potential, but I just can’t see where it currently fits in the format.

Foreboding Fruit

I love playing Mono-Black Control. It’s a fantastic deck that is filled with similar cards to this. The immediate comparison is to Sign in Blood which costs 1 mana less. However, in Mono-Black you’re always going to be triggering Adamant, so the extra mana could be worth it for the food token. It allows you to regain the life lost to the card draw at some point in the future when you have the spare mana. This is something that black decks could find really useful especially in match-ups against aggressive or burn decks where hurting yourself to draw cards just accelerates their clock.

Lost Legion

Lost Legion might not be playable in the format, but as a 2/3 for 3 this is a decent body. The ability to Scry 2 on entering the battlefield seems like a nice bonus. I’m definitely going to be keeping this in mind in the future

Reaper of Night

I think Reaper of Night is too over costed for its own good. On face value a 4/5 sometimes flyer seems like it might be a good finisher, but 7 mana is a lot. The adventure could be impressive, turn 4 is when your opponent starts to have fewer options for discard so making them discard 2 could give you a small edge, but with so much card draw from blue decks, it might not even matter. I wanted this to be good, but I just don’t think it’s going to get there.

Smitten Swordmaster

This card might be what enables a new tribal deck. With the new cards from Throne of Eldraine, there are almost enough good Knights at common to enable a deck, making the adventure on Smitten Swordmaster a very good prospect, the 2/1 lifelink body also provides good value. This is probably going to be my first new brew for the set because I’m excited to see what’s possible.

Merchant of the Vale

We refer to Merchant of the Vale’s ability as rummage. It’s not as good as looting (draw then discard), but in an aggressive red deck if you’re flooding out, being able to spend some mana to ditch excess lands in your hand for new cards could be useful. It doesn’t have an obvious home, but there are decks that might be eyeing this up as a way to dig to your finishers.

Seven Dwarves

I don’t think a Seven Dwarves deck is playable, However, it is almost certainly going to get built as a meme deck but at least a few deck builders, so keep an eye on the League results that Wizards publish in case a list ever makes it to a magical 5-0.

Rosethorn Halberd

Mono-Green Stompy is currently a top tier deck, and in the current configuration, it doesn’t run any humans. If this ever becomes unattached it’s unlikely that you’re going to have the spare mana to equip it to a new creature, but a 1-mana way to give a creature a permanent +2/+1 buff is something that the deck could be interested in. Sadly this buff has to happen at sorcery speed which means you can’t use it as a combat trick. I’m currently struggling to figure out if the downsides outweigh the benefits. I want to start by trying at least two in a stompy build to see how it performs.

Gingerbrute

When I first saw this I fell in love with the flavour of the card. Then I started looking at how many haste creatures are in the format. I started trying to brew some sort of Voltron deck that let Gingerbrute get really big and attack freely. But then I remembered just how much artifact hate is currently running around in the format thanks to Astrolabe and my dreams of attacking with a giant Gingerbrute fell apart. Nevertheless, I wanted to mention it just for the sweet sweet flavour.

Summary

So there you have it, these are the cards from Throne of Eldraine that caught my eye. On a first pass I didn’t spot anything that jumped out as a must-play, but to be honest it tends to be supplemental products like Modern Masters or Modern Horizons that add the most cards to our format. But it’s nice to see that Wizards are continuing their new strategy of allowing commons to have a little more complexity and power than previous sets.

Something I’m hoping to do is to come back to this set in 6-months time and see what did or didn’t make it into the format.

Did I miss a card you’re excited for in the format? Did I get too excited for one of the cards on this list? Let me know either here on Tumblr or on twitter at http://twitter.com/PauperPlanes

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Wolf Moon

Teen Wolf Rewrite

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Ages 16+, swearing,

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Harry Potter. I am just borrowing the spells and potions from the wonderful Harry Potter Universe, not stealing them.

Words: 7512

A/N: So here is my new rewrite! As you can see things are a little different, but some things are the same. I really hope you like it, and stick with me through this adventure.

Series Masterlist

Season 1 Masterlist

“Lumos.” I whispered clearly, holding my wand over the book that I wanted to read. The tip of my wand lit up, allowing me to read the words of Harry Potter, a book that was near and dear to me.

JK Rowling was a witch like me, and she decided to make a cover for our species by writing the Harry Potter series. Most of the book’s elements were fictional, like the candy, the schools, the government, and the age restrictions, but the spells and potions were real.

There were very few witches and wizards left in America, my dad and I being two of them, as they were hunted down by families of supernatural hunters. Families like the Argents, who didn’t care if they were splitting families apart just because someone was a little bit different than them.

Creak!

I perked up anxiously at the loud noise outside my bedroom, just past the French doors that led to my balcony.

I slowly stood from my massive bed, hid my wand, (mahogany, 9 ½ inches, unicorn hair), and approached the doors, opening them cautiously.

“Stiles!” I exclaimed as I witnessed the boy climbing over the railing of the balcony.

“I’m here, too.” A voice to my left made me jump about fifty feet in the air.

“Scott!” I whispered harshly. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

“You weren’t answering your phone.” Stiles complained, standing up and towering over my five-foot frame.

“And you decided to come here, why?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this.” Stiles started, holding up his hands. “I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police.”

“For what?” I asked, a little interested.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” Stiles answered.

“A dead body.” Scott added.

I gave Scott a deadpan look, to which he looked away sheepishly.

“Like murdered?” I guessed, looking back to Stiles.

“Nobody knows yet.” Stiles shrugged, putting his hands on his hips. “Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?” I asked curiously.

“That’s the best part.” Stiles said excitedly. “They only found half.”

“How in the hell is that the best part?” I pursed my lips at him.

“I don’t know, but we’re going.”

“Are we seriously doing this?” I questioned as the three of us got out of Stiles’ jeep.

“You’re the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” Stiles joked, patting me on the shoulder as he passed me, turning on the flashlight.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Scott gave me an assuring glance. “He got me up, too.”

“You were awake!” Stiles protested.

“I was trying to get a good night’s sleep before practice tomorrow.” Scott replied scathingly.

“Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort.” Stiles scoffed.

“No, because I’m playing this year.” Scott informed us. “In fact, I’m making first line.”

“Hey, that’s the spirit.” Stiles exclaimed sarcastically. “Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.”

“Stiles, be nice.” I scolded, elbowing him in the ribs. “At least Scott’s out there trying to follow his dreams.”

“Yeah, Stiles.” Scott mocked from behind me. I rolled my eyes. Boys.

“I’m following my dreams, thank you very much.” Stiles insisted. “My dream is to find this body, so shut up and keep looking.”

I huffed and kept my eyes peeled, looking down at the ground for the body. We walked in silence until Scott spoke up, clearly not caring about Stiles’ rule.

“Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?” Scott asked.

“Huh!” Stiles laughed nervously. “I didn’t even think about that.”

“Are you kidding me, Stiles?” I asked harshly, sending him a glare. I was about to take my wand out of my rain boot and full-body-bind him when Scott spoke again.

“And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?”

“Also something I didn’t think about.” Stiles acknowledged as he started up a small, but steep hill.

“It’s comforting to know you’ve planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” I spat, out of breath as I climbed after him, glancing at his ass out of the corner of my eye.

“I know.” Stiles called out.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?” Scott wheezed from behind us, causing me to turn around to find him collapsed against a tree, using his inhaler.

Stiles ignored him though, grabbing my hand and dragging me down to the muddy ground to look at the group of lights up ahead. Scott dropped down next to us, effectively squishing me in the middle.

“Wait, come on!” Stiles exclaimed, grabbing me again and pulling me to my feet. He started running, and, not wanting to be left behind with a killer on the loose, I followed him, ignoring Scott’s calls.

“Stiles, Y/N!” Scott yelped. “Wait up! Stiles! Y/N!”

Stiles and I turned around to look for Scott, but fell to the ground, surprised, when a dog barked at us.

“Woah!” I shrieked, flailing my arms as Stiles rolled on the ground.

Stiles eventually got a hold of himself and stood before offering me a hand up like a true gentleman.

“Hold it right there!” Someone yelled harshly at us. I squinted in the sudden bright light to see that it was a cop screaming at us.

“Hang on, hang on.” I heard the tell-tale drawl of Noah Stilinski, other wise known as the sheriff of Beacon Hills and Stiles’ father. We were in deep shit. “These little delinquents belong to me.”

Stiles grabbed my hand and pulled my arm, heaving me to my feet with surprising strength. I wiped the mud off my jeans and glanced at Noah sheepishly. This man was my Godfather, and I hated letting him down.

“Dad, how are you doing?” Stiles greeted his father casually.

Noah pursed his lips, looking at Stiles unimpressed. “So, do you listen in to all of my phone calls?”

“No, heh.” Stiles laughed awkwardly. “Not the boring ones.”

The rain had started to really pour down now, soaking my canvas jacket and freezing me to the bone.

“Now, where your other partner in crime?” Noah asked.

“Who, Scott?”

“Who’s Scott?” I babbled, my nerves taking control of my mouth. Stiles put his hand over my mouth, his calloused fingers connecting with my lips.

“Sc-Scott’s at home.” Stiles told his father. “He said he wanted to get a good night’s sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It’s just Y/N and me. In the woods. Alone.”

Noah got a weird glint in his eye as he looked at Stiles and I, before he turned towards the tree line, shining his flashlight to look for Scott.

“Scott, you out there?” Noah called out. “Scott?”

When there was no response, Noah sighed and nodded his head in disappointment. He walked over to Stiles and grabbed the back of his neck.

“Well, young man, I’m gonna walk you both back to your car and you’re going to take Y/N home. And when I get home, you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy.”

We started walking back to Stiles’ jeep, the awkward silence deafening.

“So, you guys were alone?” Noah asked. “Like, alone-alone?”

“No!” Stiles quickly exclaimed before I even understood what Noah was talking about. “Y/N and I aren’t like that.”

Now realizing what Noah meant, my cheeks flushed, and I was a little hurt. I’d had a crush on Stiles for years. Literal years. I loved his goofy sense of humor, the way he researches everything, his sense of style, his sarcastic personality, and his looks were nothing to complain about, either.

“Oh.” Noah said, looking somewhat disappointed.

We came up to the entrance of the preserve now, spotting the blue of Stiles’ jeep easily.

“Okay, Stiles, get Y/N home and come straight to the house, got it?” Noah asked, looking at his son sternly.

“Yes, sir.” Stiles mumbled, starting the jeep.

“Uh, Noah?” I asked, leaning forward so I could see him. “You’re not going to tell my parents, are you?”

“Of course, I am, Y/N.” Noah said, shaking his head. “But it can wait until morning.”

“Good morning, Beacon Hills! It’s a great day for the kiddos to go back to school after a long winter break—”

I shut of the alarm on my iHome by slamming my fist on the button forcefully, tired of hearing the chipper voice of the radio DJ. I groaned as I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and blinking rapidly to clear my blurred vision.

“Tired?”

I jumped at my mom’s voice, nearing falling out of bed. I looked to see my mom and dad, standing there with raised eyebrows and pursed lips.

“Mom! Dad!” I whined, throwing my arms in the air.

“I just got a call from Noah.” Dad said in a fake casual voice. “Want to explain?”

I sighed and told them the story about how Stiles came to the house, but I twisted it a little, trying to make it seem like I went so Stiles wouldn’t get himself in trouble. It was a selfish move, but my parents were brutal with groundings.

“Fine.” Mom exhaled. “I can see that you were trying to keep Stiles out of trouble, but next time, you’re grounded, clear?”

“Crystal.” I said solemnly.

“Good.” Mom nodded, her curly bob bouncing. “We’ve got to get to work, so get dressed for school.”

My parents shuffled out of my room and shut the door firmly, leaving me alone to get ready for school. I took a quick shower, washing off the rest of the grime from last night, before drying and curling my hair.

I entered my closet and picked out a taupe colored t-shirt, a plaid skater skirt, and some black mary-jane wedges, before topping it off with a black peacoat. I grabbed my wand and shoved it in my Michael Kors tote bag with the rest of my school stuff and ran downstairs, hopeful that my parents didn’t leave without me.

After being dropped off at school, I stood waiting for Stiles to arrive. While I was waiting my phone chirped with a text message from Scott.

Was attacked by something last night. Tell you more later.

I sighed as I read the text, my nerves bubbling inside my stomach. What the hell could’ve attacked Scott but left him alive? It just didn’t make sense.

“Hey, Y/N.” Stiles greeted as he approached me.

“Where’s Scott?” I asked, not even acknowledging his greeting. “Is he okay? Oh, my God, we shouldn’t have left him. This is not okay!”

“Y/N!” Stiles yelled, grabbing my upper arms tightly and pulling me closer to him. “Scott was obviously well enough to text us, okay? You need to calm down and use your brain sometimes.”

“Hey, I’m smarter than you.” I pointed out, extremely offended. Sure, I didn’t have the most common sense, but I had a 5.0 GPA, which was second in the class. “Anyway, did Scott give you any more information?”

“Well, he was bit by something.” Stiles sighed, “But that’s all he told me.”

“Oh, my God, Stiles, this is all our fault.” I groaned. “I—”

“Hey, guys!” Scott greeted us, sounding very chipper. I turned to face him with a bewildered face.

Before I could say anything, Stiles spoke up.

“Okay, let’s see this thing.” Stiles said excitedly to Scott. Scott lifted up his dark gray t-shirt to reveal a large path of blood speckled gauze taped haphazardly to his tan skin.

“Ooh!” Stiles cooed, reaching forward to touch the covered wound. Before he could make contact, I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from Scott’s body, so he couldn’t poke at it.

“So, what it the hell attacked you?” I asked, clearing my throat.

Scott shrugged on his backpack. “It was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”

I looked at him in quiet confusion. There were no wolves in California. Stiles and I had to do a report together one time about animal migration and we concluded that there hadn’t been wolves in California in sixty years.

“A wolf bit you?” Stiles asked, his tone doubtful.

Scott nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“No, not a chance.” Stiles denied, shaking his head.

“I heard a wolf howling.” Scott declared as we started walking towards the entrance of the school.

“No, you didn’t.” Stiles insisted.

Scott gave Stiles a glare, annoyed by the taller boy’s defiance.

“What do you mean, no, I didn’t? How do you know what I heard?”

Stiles walked ahead a little then abruptly turned around, stopping Scott and I in our tracks.

“Because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years.” Stiles informed Scott.

Scott tilted his head at the new information, soaking it in. “Really?”

“He’s right, Scott.” I said gently. “There are no wolves in California.”

Scott sighed, but then perked up. “All right, well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body.”

Stiles flailed his arms excitedly, almost hitting me in the boob. “You—are you fucking with us?”

Scott grinned. “No, man, I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month.”

“I can give you some tea to help you with that, Scott.” I spoke up, thinking about the Dreamless Sleep potion my dad often made.

“Oh, god, that is fucking’ awesome!” Stiles said loudly, ignoring my offer to Scott. “I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that’s happened to this town since—”

He looked past Scott and I with a dreamy look in his eyes. I turned around to see Lydia Martin, the queen bitch of the school.

Stiles has been in love with her since the third grade. It was seriously depressing, and I hated the feeling I always had when he talked about her.

I scowled at the ground as Stiles continued, “Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia—” He called out. “You look—like you’re gonna ignore me.”

Lydia did indeed ignore him. She walked past us and chatted with her air-headed friend. Stiles stared wistfully after her before turning back to Scott and I.

“You two are the cause of this, you know.” He accused us.

Scott and I shared a look. Scott’s was amused, mine was annoyed.

“Uh-huh.” We said in unison.

“Dragging me down to your nerd depths.” Stiles continued. “I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been scarlet-nerded by you guys.”

The bell rang, and I started walking off to class, not bothering to wait for the boys.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Stiles called out.

I turned back to him and said bluntly, “To prove how nerdy I am by going to class.”

Scott laughed, and Stiles shook his head grinning as they both ran to catch up with me.

"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." Mr. Curtis announced in front of the class in English. Scott and I looked back at Stiles where he shot us a wink, followed by a snicker.

"And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened." Mr. Curtis continued. "But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester."

Mr. Curtis held up a thick, white packet of paper and the entire class groaned in annoyance.

I was on page nine of the syllabus (seriously, how many pages were there?) when the door to the classroom opened and Mr. Donovan, the vice-principal that no one ever sees, walked in with a tall, stylish girl with dark curls that fell down to her waist.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent." Mr. Donovan declared. "Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

I sneered at her last name, but ultimately decided to get to know the girl and decide for myself whether or not she was a threat.

Allison ducked her head as she walked to the only empty seat, which happened to be right behind Scott. I watched curiously as Scott reached for the extra pen on his desk and turned around, handing the pen to her.

Allison, who looked confused, grabbed it delicately. "Thanks."

Mr. Curtis cleared his throat then. "We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page one hundred and thirty-three."

•

At the end of the day, when I was opening my locker, I noticed that Allison was right next to me, struggling to open hers.

"You have to jiggle it a little bit." I advised her. "Otherwise it gets stuck."

Allison smiled over at me before giving the lock a jiggle. The locker popped open.

"Thanks." She sighed, putting her books in the metal case.

"No problem." I said. "I'm Y/N Stark. We have English and Econ together."

"Oh yeah," Allison breathed. "Nice to meet you. I'm Allison Argent."

"Well, Allison Argent, you are my new bestie." I declared. "Forget Stiles and Scott. You're cooler and more fashionable."

"Oh, thank you." Allison said dramatically. "I was beginning to think I would never make friends!”

We laughed together but a voice interrupted us, "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?"

Lydia Martin stood before us, her hand held up in a preppy way.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison told her.

Lydia nodded and turned to me. "And you," she glanced down at my outfit and slowly smiled. "Your outfit is adorable. Are you new too?"

"Lydia, we've been in the same classes since third grade." I deadpanned.

Lydia nodded slowly. "Right. Well," She clapped. "You two are my new best friends."

Fucking great.

Jackson Whittemore, the captain of the lacrosse team and the most popular guy in school, walked up to Lydia and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hey, Jackson." Lydia greeted before slamming her lips back to his. Finally, after they were done disgusting Allison and I, Lydia turned back to us.

"So, this weekend, there's a party."

"A party?" Allison repeated.

Jackson nodded. "Yeah. Friday night. You both should come."

Allison grimaced. "Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking."

Jackson looked at her in disbelief. "You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?" Allison asked hopefully.

Jackson scoffed, causing the brunette to shrink away from him. "Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years."

Lydia beamed and cupped Jackson's cheek. "Because of a certain team captain."

Jackson preened under her attention before turning back to Allison and I. "Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else—"

"Well, I was going to—"

"Perfect—" Lydia interrupted Allison. "You're coming."

Lydia grabbed both mine and Allison's hands and dragged us down the hall to her locker. She opened it up quickly and pulled out a dressy coat and a hat.

"I'm Lydia Martin, by the way." She hummed, fixing her hair in the mirror. "What are your names?"

"Allison Argent." Allison responded.

"Y/N Stark." I said dully.

Lydia blew a kiss at herself in the mirror and turned back to us. "Wonderful. Come on, practice is going to start soon."

We made our way to the lacrosse pitch and climbed the small set of bleachers. Stiles and Scott stood by the bench and I waved at them.

Stiles looked at me in astonishment and subtly pointed at Lydia. I rolled my eyes and shrugged in return.

"Who's that?" Allison asked, nudging me with her super sharp elbow.

"Oh, that's Stiles, my best friend." I answered her.

Allison nodded, a secretive smile of her face. She nodded to the player in goal. "What about him?"

I squinted at the player and saw a number eleven etched on the back of his practice jersey. Holy shit, Scott was in the goal! He never plays!

"Him? I'm not sure who he is." Lydia answered, butting into our conversation. "Why?"

Allison shook her head. "He's in my English class."

"That is Scott McCall. He's like my brother, and is, indeed, in our English class." I whispered to her.

Allison grinned widely.

The assistant coach blew his whistle prompting the practice to begin. I watched as Scott clutched his helmet, squirming around.

Was he in pain? What's wrong with him?

The first player in line booked forward and shot the ball straight towards the goal. The ball hit Scott right on the helmet, making him fall to the ground.

"Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" Jackson yelled to Scott as everyone else laughed.

Scott stood back up slowly, ready to prove everyone wrong.

"C'mon, Scott." I whispered, clenching my hands into fists.

The next player in line ran forward and shot the ball. It landed right in Scott's net.

"Yeah!" I heard Stiles call out, while I clapped enthusiastically.

The line of players dwindled down. They each threw the ball and Scott caught it every single time.

I was so proud of my son.

"He seems like he's pretty good." Allison observed.

"Oh, very good." Lydia purred.

Jackson angrily strutted up to the front of the line and put his stick out in front of the next player, effectively cutting the line. He started running towards the goal in an almost dramatic way. He twisted his stick and jumped into the air, whipping the ball towards the net.

I held my breath, but I didn't need to, because Scott caught that damn ball in one swift maneuver.

Stiles jumped up and screamed out in joy, throwing his arms up in the air. I bounced in place, clapping madly as I grinned at Scott. Even Lydia got up and cheered loudly, which surprised me.

"That is my friend!" Stiles yelled loudly, causing me to laugh loudly.

“I don’t—I don’t know what it was.” Scott said in an amazed tone as he splashed through a creek in the preserve. We were trying to find Scott’s inhaler, which he lost last night, and the subject of lacrosse practice came up.

“It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball.” He continued. “And that’s not the only weird thing. I-I can—hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. Smell things.”

“Smell things?” Stiles asked in an amused voice. “Like what?”

“Like the coconut scented lotion Y/N uses and the mint-mojito gum in your pocket.” Scott proclaimed, pointing at Stiles’ jacket.

Stiles paused and dug his hand into his jacket pocket. “I don’t even have any mint-mojito—”

Stiles pulled out a piece of green gum and looked at it in amazement. Scott gave him an ‘I-told-you-so’ look.

“So all this started with a bite.” Stiles stated, running to catch up with Scott and I, who had continued to walk while he had paused.

“What if it’s like an infection,” Scott worried. “Like, my body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?”

“You know what? I actually thing I’ve heard of this—It’s a specific kind of infection.” Stiles told Scott.

“Are you serious?” Scott asked Stiles with a horrified expression.

“Yeah.” Stiles nodded, putting his hands on his hips. “Yeah, I think it’s called—lycanthropy.”

I pursed my lips and gave Stiles a glare. Lycanthropy was not something to joke about, and if Scott was actually a werewolf, then he was screwed. Especially if the Argents were in town.

Scott, my dear Scott, didn’t know what lycanthropy was, though.

“What’s that?” He asked. “Is that bad?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s the worst.” Stiles confirmed Scott’s worst fear. “But only once a month.”

“Once a month?” Scott asked before looking at me for confirmation. “Like a per—”

“No, Scott, you won’t have a period.” I toned, rolling my eyes while Stiles snickered.

“It’s on the night of the full moon, Scott.” Stiles declared before howling loudly.

Scott scowled at Stiles and shoved his shoulder while Stiles chuckled.

“Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling.” Stiles laughed, raising his arms in defeat.

“Hey, there could something seriously wrong with him, Stiles.” I spoke up, annoyed.

“I know! He’s a werewolf!” Stiles exclaimed before fake growling. Scott and I both gave him an unamused look. “Okay, obviously I’m kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it’s because Friday’s a full moon.”

Scott stopped walking suddenly, looking around as though he recognized where we were at.

“No, I-I could have sworn this was it.” Scott said as he crouched down, sifting through some dead leaves. “I saw the body; the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler.”

“Maybe the killer moved the body.” I suggested solemnly.

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler.” Scott said, looking up at me. “Those things are like eighty bucks.”

Stiles and I snickered, but all of a sudden, Stiles pulled me behind him, protecting me from whatever he saw behind me.

“Stiles, what?”

“Shh.” He whispered.

I leaned around him to see a young man, probably a couple years older than us, approach. He looked eerily familiar, but I couldn’t place him.

“What are you doing here?” The guy asked harshly. “Huh? This is private property.”

Private property? The only house near here was the old, burnt down Hale house. How could he know about that? Then it clicked. This was Derek Hale, one of the only survivors of the Hale House fire.

“Uh, sorry, man, we didn’t know.” Stiles apologized, rubbing his head nervously.

“Yeah, we were just looking for something, but—” Scott said, pausing when Derek gave him an expectant look. “Uh, forget it.”

Derek whipped something at Scott, who caught the thing easily, and turned to leave, but not before giving me a curious glance. I turned to Scott to see him holding his lost inhaler, staring at it curiously. When I looked back up, Derek was gone.

“Uhm. All right, come on, I gotta get to work.” Scott said, starting to walk away when Stiles stopped him.

“Dude, that was Derek Hale.” Stile told him. “You remember, right? He’s only like a few years older than us.”

“Remember what?” Scott asked.

“His family.” Stiles explained. “They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago.”

“It was six.” I murmured, remembering the event quite clearly. I had woken up in the middle of the night screaming my head off, telling my mom about a house caught on fire. The next morning the story about the Hale’s was in the paper.

“What?”

“The fire was six years ago.” I spoke louder. “I wonder what he’s doing back?”

Stiles scoffed, shaking his head. “Who knows. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

I sighed as I relished in the soft, but toned physique of Stiles’ chest, resting my head on his right pec. One of his arms was wrapped around my body, his hand resting on my lower back, while his other arm tapped a rhythm on his toned stomach.

We cuddled often, which was weird to say since we’re just friends. It mostly came up when one of us was feeling vulnerable, or even just tired, and we needed someone to hold on to.

The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my sleepy daze and Stiles groaned, burying his face in my hair. I slowly untangled myself from his form and grabbed my phone, taking a seat at my desk.

“Hey, Allison.” I chirped. My tone was perky, but I was really feeling the opposite.

“Oh, my God, Y/N, I have so much to tell you.” Allison gushed as a greeting. “I hit a dog—"

“You hit a dog?” I asked in shock. “You hit a pour doggo?”

“Yeah, but—” Allison started to say, but was interrupt by Stiles’ loud groan.

“Y/N, come on.” Stiles groaned.

“Who was that?”

“I’m talking to Allison right now, you’ll have to wait.” I told Stiles.

“Y/N, who’s that?” Allison repeated.

“It’s Stiles.” I answered her reluctantly, scared of what questions she was going to ask.

“What were you doing? Did I interrupt something?”

“No, we were just cuddling.” I assured her. “He can wait.”

“You guys cuddle? Are you together?” She asked.

“Yes, to your first question, no to your second.” I sighed. “Now tell me what happened.”

“So, I hit a dog, right? Well, I figured I should take it to the animal clinic, and it turns out that Scott was there. He totally repaired her leg and put a cast on it. Then—”

“Spit it out!”

“Okay, okay, jeez. Anyway, Scott asked me to go to Lydia’s party with him!”

“No!” I gasped. Scott ask a girl out? Never in a million years did I think this would happen.

“Yes!” She squealed.

“What’d you say? What about your family night?”

“Family night was a total lie and I told him yes!”

“Yes!” I hissed in celebration. I turned to Stiles, who looked at me expectantly. “Scott asked Allison on a date and she said yes!”

“Whoopee!” Stiles said sarcastically causing me to scowl at him.

“Anyway, I have to go Y/N.” Allison said. “See you later.”

“Bye!” I sang into the receiver before hanging up. I twirled around in my chair to face Stiles, who opened up his arms.

“C’mere.”

I sighed and stood up, walking over to my bed and crawling over to him. We situated ourselves so that he could be the little spoon. He sighed in content as he laid his head on my breasts.

“You have nice boobs.”

“Thanks, I think.” I snickered.

“It was a compliment.”

The rest of the week went by quickly with more weird behavior from Scott. He was doing really well in lacrosse, even though he sucked horribly before, he didn't use his inhaler at all, and he even told Stiles and I that he slept walked into the woods one night.

"Y/N, you'll never guess what I overheard on the phone." Stiles panted as he ran up to me before the last elimination round practice.

"What?"

"The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods." He informed me.

"What animal?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"It was a wolf." He said solemnly.

"But I thought that there are no wolves in California?"

He nodded. "But what if— Y/N, what if my joke the other day was true?"

"What, the werewolf joke?" I asked astonished. I hoped it wasn’t true, but all the signs pointed to it. From what my dad told me about werewolves, Scott could very well be one.

"Look, I know how dumb it seems," Stiles started. "But the new reflexes, the sensitive hearing and sense of smell? He doesn't even need his fucking inhaler anymore—"

Stiles was still rambling cutely but stopped once I interrupted him.

"I believe you."

"You do?" He asked in disbelief. "I mean, great!"

"What do we do?"

Stiles paused for a minute, clearly thinking of a plan.

"Alright, you go to the library, get as many books on lycanthropy as you can find, them meet me at my house at seven." He ordered.

"Yes sir." I nodded, causing Stiles to look at me with a strange expression. "What?"

Stiles shook his head. "N-nothing."

It was me who was giving him a look now. I shook my head before running to my bike.

•

I arrived at Stiles' house with a bag full of books and let myself in my own key. I made my way up to his room and swung the door open, causing the boy of my affections to jump in his seat.

Stiles turned to me and saw I was struggling with the sack of heavy books I was carrying. He walked over to me and surprisingly kissed my cheek and took the bag from me.

My face burned from where he kissed it, so I ducked my head so he wouldn’t see me blushing.

"You look nice." Stiles smiled gently at me.

"Oh." I squeaked in surprise. "Thank you. Uh, the party's at ten, so I figured we could head over there after we tell Scott."

He sat down in his chair heavily, a gloomy look on his face. "I wasn't invited to the party."

“Well, Lydia said to invite anyone we wanted, so now you’re invited.” I said with a smile.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Stiles grinned.

I smiled back at him genuinely and took a seat on his bed, taking a book out to start reading.

Two hours later, Stiles' floor was covered with print outs of information about werewolves. I had almost fallen asleep twice already, but Stiles shouted my name each time to wake me up.

There was a knock on the door causing both Stiles and I to jump in our seats. Stiles closed his MacBook and wandered over to his door. He opened it, revealing a smiling Scott.

“Get in.” Stiles sighed. “You gotta see this thing.”

He ushered Scott in and Scott set his backpack down next to me.

“Y/N and I've been up all night reading—websites, books. All this information.” Stiles rambled.

Scott looked on amused. “How much Adderall have you had today?”

“A lot.” I told Scott. I had seen Stiles take at least three pills since I’ve been here.

“Doesn't matter.” Stiles shook his head. “Okay, just listen.”

Scott sat down on the bed. “Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?”

“No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale.” Stiles informed him.

“Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day.”

“Yeah!” Stiles exclaimed. “Yes. But that's not it, okay?”

“What, then?” Scott asked.

Stiles sighed. “Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore.”

Scott looked confused, so I jumped in to help him remember. “The wolf, Scott—the bite in the woods.”

“We started doing all this reading.” Stiles said before standing up. “Do you even know why a wolf howls?”

“Should I?”

“It’s a signal.” I said, remembering the passage from the lycanthropy book I read. “When a wolf’s alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack.”

“So, if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby.” Stiles took over. “Maybe even a whole pack of ‘em.”

Scott perked up, his eyes wide. “A whole pack of wolves?”

“No—” Stiles grimaced. “Werewolves.”

Scott stared at Stiles with a blank face before heaving himself to his feet. “Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.”

Scott grabbed his backpack and started to leave, but Stiles put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“I saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn’t just amazing, all right? It was impossible.”

“Yeah, so I made a good shot.” Scott mumbled, going to leave.

Stiles stopped him again and grabbed his backpack, slamming it down on the bed.

“No, you made an incredible shot, I mean—the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y’know, people can’t just suddenly do that overnight. And there’s the vision and the senses, and don’t even think we don’t notice that you don’t need your inhaler anymore.

“Okay!” Scott exclaimed. “Guys, I can’t think about this now. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!” I shrieked. “What? No! The full moon’s tonight. Don’t you get it?”

“What are you guys trying to do?” Scott spat, his eyes narrowed. “I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can’t believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?”

Stiles sighed as he sat down in his desk chair. “We’re trying to help. You’re cursed, Scott. You know, and it’s not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”

Scott stared down at Stiles blankly. “Bloodlust?”

Stiles nodded. “Yeah, your urge to kill.”

Scott breathed in deeply. “I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles.”

I picked up the book I had discarded and held it up to my face. “You gotta hear this: “The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.”” I read out loud. “All right? I haven’t seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does.”

Stiles stood up and crossed the room to the bed. “You gotta cancel this date.” Stiles rummaged through Scott’s backpack. “I’m gonna call her right now.”

“What are you doing?” Scott groaned.

Stiles grabbed Scott’s cellphone from the front pocket of his backpack and walked back to his desk. “I’m canceling the date.”

“No, give it to me!” Scott shouted, grabbing Stiles firmly by the biceps and pushing him into the wall. He held up a fist to Stiles’ face as if to punch him, but he paused at my yelp.

“Scott!”

Scott roared in anger and swiped at the desk chair, knocking it over. His heavy breathing evened out in puffs as he looked back at a disgruntled Stiles.

“I’m sorry.” Scott said, pulling away from Stiles. “I—I gotta go get ready for that party.”

He walked to me and I picked up his backpack, silently handing it to him.

“I’m sorry.” Scott repeated as he opened the door, giving Stiles one last look before shutting the door.

I rushed over to Stiles and reached up to cup his face in my palms. “Are you okay?”

Stiles eyes gazed into my own and I felt my heart melting at the emotion in them.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “I’m okay.”

“Good.” I whispered. “That’s good.”

I slowly pulled away from him and turned, picking up the desk chair. I gasped as I set the chair back on it’s wheels, my gaze on the three claw marks ripped into the fake leather.

“What?” Stiles asked, looking over at me.

I wordlessly pointed to the scratches.

“Fuck.”

My phone dinged then and I went to pick it up out of my clutch. It was a text from Lydia.

Don’t forget about my party!

I huffed loudly and turned to Stiles. “Get dressed. We have a party to get to.”

The music was so loud at the party I thought my ear drums were going to burse. Allison and Scott arrived ten minutes after me and Stiles, and since then we’ve been watching them dance.

When I say ‘we’, I mean me, because Stiles was too busy laughing with some of his lacrosse buddies.

I was taking a sip from the water bottle in my hand when a hand grasped my shoulder. I gasped and turned around, only to find myself standing face to neck with Stiles.

“Do you want to dance?” Stiles shouted through the music.

I nodded hesitantly and together we walked out onto the dance floor. Stiles put his large, veiny hands on my waist and pulled me close.

We were about to start moving when someone ran into us, knocking me further into Stiles. I looked to see a tan guy that looked suspiciously like Scott plow into us, looking dazed. The full moon must’ve been affecting him.

“Yo, Scott, you good?” Stiles asked, letting go of me.

Scott didn’t answer, moving forward by me.

“Are you okay?” I questioned loudly. Scott shook his head and stumbled away. Two seconds later Allison came through and marched after him.

I looked at Stiles. “We should probably go help him.”

“Yeah.” Stiles nodded, taking my hand and pulling me through the crowd once again. We left the house just as Allison was getting into a black Camaro with Derek Hale.

What was he doing at a high school party?

I didn’t have time to ponder this as Stiles yanked me towards his jeep. I got into the passenger seat and Stiles pressed on the gas, speeding to Scott’s house.

Once we got to the McCall residence we ran up to Scott’s room and pounded our fists on his locked door.

“Go away.” I heard Scott say weakly.

“Scott, it’s us.” Stiles called. “Let us in, Scott. We can help.”

There was a thump against the door and the door opened a little, locked together by a chain.

“No! Listen, you gotta find Allison.” Scott insisted.

“She’s fine, all right?” I told Scott. “We saw her get a ride from the party. She’s—she’s totally fine, all right?”

“No, I think I know who it is.”

“You just let us in. We can try—”

“It’s Derek.” Scott interrupted. “Derek Hale is the werewolf. He’s the one that bit me. He’s the one that killed the girl in the woods.”

Stiles and I looked at each other with horrified glances.

“Scott—Derek’s the one who drove Allison from the party.” Stiles broke the news.

The door slammed shut.

“Scott!” I yelled, but it was no use. He was gone.

I turned to Stiles. “We have to check on Allison.”

“No, we have to go find Scott!” He argued.

I sighed in frustration. “Neither of will can do anything against Scott when he’s like this.”

Stiles nodded. “You’re right.”

“Aren’t I always?” I quipped.

He simply rolled his eyes at me in response.

We pulled up to the Argent’s house and Stiles jumped out, leaving his door open and running to the front door. He pressed on the doorbell three times, then pounded his fist on the door.

The door opened and from my position I could see a tall lady with short, red hair answered the door. She looked at Stiles in confusion.

“Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um—you have no idea who I am.” Stiles greeted her so loudly that I could hear him clearly.

“I’m a friend of your daughter’s.” He continued as I slapped my hand to my forehead. “Uh—look, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um—really crazy, actually. You know what? Crazy doesn’t even describe—”

He was interrupted my Allison’s mom. “Allison! It’s for you.”

Minutes later, after talking to Allison, Stiles jogged back to the jeep and got in. He buckled his seatbelt and stomped on the gas pedal.

“Now we find Scott?” I asked him.

He nodded, looking at the road determinedly, his tongue sticking slightly out of his lips.

“Now, we find Scott.”

The sun was rising when we finally found our furry friend. He was walking slowly on the side of the road. He was shirtless and clutching his right arm in his left hand.

Stiles slowed down and pulled up beside him so he could get in. As I climbed to the back seat, Scott climbed into the passenger seat. It was silent as Stiles started to drive again.

“Are you okay, Scott?” I asked him softly. Scott smiled weakly at me as an answer.

“You know what actually worries me the most?” Scott mumbled miserably.

Stiles glanced at him, a hard look in his eye. “If you say Allison, I’m gonna punch you in the head.”

“She probably hates me now.” Scott moaned.

“I doubt that Scott.” I comforted him. “But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology.”

“Or,” Stiles started, a grin on his handsome face. “You know, you could just—tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you’re a fuckin’ werewolf.”

Both Scott and I gave him dirty looks, causing him to sigh.

“Okay, bad idea. Hey, we’ll get through this.” Stiles patted Scott on the arm. “Come on, if we have to, Y/N and I will chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it.”

Scott didn’t look assured by this statement, so I tried to assure him myself.

“We’re here for you Scott.” I said gently. “You won’t go through this alone.”

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