Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

only when the moon ripens, will you return to my side - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

I. Deneb
You neared me, never speaking
Looking only at the heaving flanks of those that pulled my chariot
Their gilded horns
And I wanted to say to you,
Look at me, instead

L -

Please! Forgive! Me! I know I promised I'd write nearly three months past - and, if anything, I have pored over every single word of every single letter you have sent me in the meantime. But things have been changing here, and for the worse. I will send Yannic along with a more satisfying letter as soon as I am able.

Darling, darling. I can imagine your face all too well as you read this. Please don't be mad (or, at the very least, please don't be too mad. By the time you receive this, I will have shamelessly run out of your biscuits again).

Your dearest and most loyal friend,
A

L -

I must say, you have outdone yourself with this batch! I gave one to Scott and he nearly broke a tooth, an extraordinary feat given his rumored tines of steel. It is very telling of your love for me, I'm sure.

Here is your lengthy update letter, as I've promised.

The others are doing well, for the most part. Scott is recovering nicely from a recent tumble and wanted to make sure I thanked you for the willow bark extract. Kira returned from her pilgrimage nearly a fortnight ago and mercy, you should see what she has learned, Lydia - it is nothing short of unbelievable. Even more progress for the ragtag team here, at the capital: Liam's soulmate has finally come around to not kicking him in the shins every time she sees him, and Malia is hard at work learning orthography and - her personal favorite - arithmetic. I honestly suspect her to be learning it at this point solely so she can invent a way to leap back through time and murder Euclid.

I, too, am well! In fact, I think you will find it commendable that I have been enjoying naps several times a day now.

The problem then, as I'm sure you can deduce, lies with Stiles. Or, specifically, within him.

Ever since we - Scott, Stiles, and I - had our brief excursion into the underworld, he has not been the same. Matron Yukimura - Kira's mother - looked him over a while back and pronounced him as possessed by a malevolent spirit - one that has existed for over a thousand years. You are probably tired of hearing of these escapades of ours by now, I'm sure. Or, in the case of the underworld, see (I am still so, so sorry, Lydia - it had been so sudden, honestly). I know I'm tired of experiencing them, myself.

As of now, we have tried everything that could exorcise the spirit from Stiles without hurting him. Deaton even traveled beyond the Yukimura massif to retrieve wolf lichen that had grown from the blood of another similar spirit, but even that has failed. Scott hasn't slept in days. I've given him all your lavender oil, but I think sheer will is keeping him up now. This is his best friend, he keeps insisting, and a large part of me understands. If it was you, Lydia, I wouldn't even know how I would behave. But Scott - he is my soulmate too, Lydia, and seeing how terribly this affects him hurts me so much, sometimes, I forget everything else trying to remember how to breathe.

The other day, we managed to retrieve a shaman scroll from a mercenary named Kincaid, but the results were disappointing. 'Change the host.' As if we didn't already know that - as if we haven't already been trying that!

Oh, Lyd. I don't know what to do. I wish (not for the first time) you and that practicality of yours were here.

Yours,
A