OC Oneshots

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OC: Lycaon
Fandom: original
Species: Werewolf, Mage

I actually wrote this a few months ago but I was scared to publish it so here you go, also there's another weirder one coming soon. No, I haven't gotten motivation back yet, but it's coming, slowly.

TW Attempted Suicide, mentions of wounds, fire

"Ember, give me my sword."

Ember took a step away from me, clutching my sheathed sword in both hands. Fire flickered through her hair, showing her nerves.

"Why?" she asked.

"Just give it to me!" I demanded.

Ember looked around. "There's nobody to... nobody's trying to hurt you, Lycaon."

"Not now. But he'll be back. For both of us. Give me my sword."

"No! You're going to hurt yourself."

My voice was hollow, it didn't seem to belong to me. I could barely even hear myself. "That's the point."

Ember backed against the wall of the cave, an expression of shock and horror rippling over her features. I knew she would have this reaction.

"They turned me a monster," I said, in that deathly quiet rasp. "I'd rather be dead than be this."

"No!" Ember repeated, louder. Her fire was getting out of control. I wanted it to consume us. I would die, but she wouldn't.

"Think about Luna!" Ember said, trying to use reason for the first time in her life. "What would she think if you died?"

"She'd be fine," Lycaon said.

"No, she wouldn't!" Ember protested. "She'd never recover from it. Whether you're a werewolf or not. And besides-"

I lunged at her while she was talking, not sure why. Maybe I was trying to get my sword. Maybe I was trying to catch myself on fire. Or maybe I was just scared she was going to talk me out of it.

Ember jumped out of the way, clipping my sword to her belt with her own and cursing. "Lycaon, we need to rescue Luna! Stay alive for her!"

I wasn't listening. My injuries were hurting, and I could feel several scabs cracking. Maybe I could figure out a way to reopen them and bleed out. No, Ember would probably pin me down and rebandage them.

I jumped at her again, toppling both of us to the ground, and yanked my sword out of its sheath. I leveled it at my chest and inhaled, preparing to end it all, but it was wrenched out of my hands by Ember, who promptly pinned my arm against the rocky ground of the cave and threw both my sword and her own to the other side. They clanged on the ground one after the other. The silence lasted about six seconds before she spoke.

"Lycaon," she pleaded. "It's not worth it. It's only on the full moon."

"What if I turn into my dad?" I whispered. "I'll hurt someone."

"You won't," she said confidently. She was good at being confident. "You're not your father."

I wasn't convinced.

"Besides," she added. "Python's dad kidnapped Luna. Can't get much worse than that."

I didn't reply.

Ember sighed and let me go. "I'll tell you what," she said. "We rescue Luna. Then we can see how you feel about... this."

I pulled my knees under my chin. "That's a gamble you're going to regret taking."

Ember stared at her hands, probably mentally telling them not to catch on fire. Said fire had faded from her hair. Her fear was gone, but there was a realization in her eyes - and determination. Lots of determination.

"Don't worry. I won't."