Secret Santa One Shot Exchange 2016

How to Comfort a Werewolf

Hoo boy, this oneshot by maxigner for thisispeyton is hitting me SQUARE IN THE FEELS. <3

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Sitting alone on a bench behind the table of the tiny room Newt had rented for the week, Peyton was drawing in her notebook in hope to cheer herself up.

Depression had been slamming at her door for the past few days and it had become harder for her to pretend everything was okay. The full moon was coming and everything it was carrying with it, haunting Peyton day and night.

Newt had seen it too and he grew more and more concerned as Peyton became sadder. He did not understand what had happened. It had been two weeks ever since he had saved her and began travelling with her and everything had been marvelous so far. But suddenly, she stopped talking to him and started to withdraw into herself, away from him. He wanted to know what was wrong but he did not want to push her. Waiting would be his best friend, he kept telling himself over and over again. Peyton would open to him, he was sure of it.

Peyton was not though. Every night, she battled with her thoughts and feelings. She wanted to tell him, she did not want him to be afraid of her; she needed to tell him, she would not survive his rejection.

Sometimes, she even wondered if the lie would not hurt him more. She had been hiding who she was from him from the beginning. He might not take it well.

She scribbled on the page that was in front of her angrily, the pen tearing through it. Peyton let out an exasperated shout before ripping the page from the notebook. Focusing on the blank page in front of her, she started to hum subconsciously. Soon enough the melody made her haunted thoughts fly away and she began to sing openly.

This place is a hole, but I don't want to go

I wish we could stay here forever alone

Moving her pen across the page, she let her mind wander, not thinking about what she would draw, rather enjoying the circles and lines meeting and creating something.

This time that we waste, but I still love your taste.

Don't let him take my place, don't just sit there.

Sometimes I wish you would leave.

She started to think about Newt. Where he was? What he was doing? He had left without his suitcase, which was unusual for him and so she came to the conclusion he would not be gone long. Her heart fluttered at the sight of seeing him again before her brain reminded her of her condition. Her eyes began to water, but she tried not to think about it.

Well, I'm not sick of you yet,

Is that as good as it gets?

Her mind stopped wandering when she realized what she had drawn. In front of her eyes was standing a figure on four legs. Fur covering its body and a moon shining above it.

I'll just try to hide it, or I could slip into you,

Her voice broke. A werewolf was standing proudly on her notebook.

It's so easy to come back into you.

Tears started to stream down her face and she tore the page out of her notebook angrily. Throwing it away, she tried to calm herself. She did not want to get angry; she did not want to get sad. But there she was, feeling those two damn emotions going wild in her chest.

Peyton was wrapping her arms around her chest in a protective gesture when the door opened. Peyton's yellow eyes met Newt's blue ones and she lowered her head shamefully. Her anger had made her eyes turn yellow, and she could not help but wonder what Newt would think of it. The thought of him being afraid of her made her cry harder, covering her cheeks in tears.