i'm still burning.

NATE.

The night went by pretty quickly since Nate hadn’t gotten out, which made Malia’s job much easier. It meant that she didn’t have to run into town, catch him and drag his werewolf ass back to the cellar. The moment Nate began to move, Malia scrambled up to her own feet after having dozed off against the wall right by the metal bars that contained him. “You tried to attack me, but that’s about it.” the brunette admitted and yes, her eyes automatically raked over his bare form - sue her for checking out a naked guy in front of her. Of course, she could grab the bag that held his clothes now, but the hybrid was enjoying the sight a little too much, so she wasn’t moving towards it just yet. “I mean, you can try again if you want. Pretty sure it’d be a lot more fun with you naked like this.”

NATE.

He needed to push through it, no matter how difficult it was. She knew it was hell to transform, she remembered it all too well. But unlike Nate, Malia hadn’t had anyone to stand by her - she’d been left to her own devices and she didn’t wish that on anybody. “Yes, you can. Push through it. You can do this.” she was stern as well as encouraging, attempting to get him to extend his limits and pull himself through the pain with her help. As his transformation overtook him, Malia took a step back so that she was out of Nate’s reach. She wasn’t scared of him since she was a hybrid, but getting bit wasn’t on her agenda tonight either. Brown eyes stayed on his wolf form, still keeping her distance, but remaining encouraging and keeping her entire focus on Nate. If he did break loose at some point, Malia needed to put a stop to it before werewolf Nathan was able to storm off into town. Should that happen, anyone he’d attack or kill would be on her - he was her responsibility after all. “It’s alright, Nate. You’re gonna be fine. I’m not gonna let you out of my sight.”

As the wolf snapped with feral hunger, his bright eyes glowed in the darkness of the cellar, eyes aimed right at Malia. The chains wiggled on his form as he writhed beneath them, trying to break free. Luckily, he couldn’t. The chains secured to the wall had him tethered there, unable to be freed.

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“If I ever worked at a restaurant I’d either be a cashier or waitress. I’m not a good chef.” Adrian chuckled, “ Ninety-nine percent of the time my meals end up looking like failed science experiments.”

NATE.

What was she even doing? Malia had lost all thought and wasn’t even sure if this was supposed to happen between them. If anything did, wouldn’t it make things weird and awkward? Well, not for her since she wasn’t one to care about such things, but it would most likely be different for the rookie werewolf who had just joined the pack. Eyes snapped open the second she noticed Nate’s body rapidly moving because the full moon was close, prompting Malia to gasp lightly and step back. She wasn’t scared of him, it was simply an automatic response to him jerking against the chains all of a sudden. Then it happened - his body was beginning to transform slowly but surely and it would be the first time he’d be in his werewolf form. Malia needed to keep her focus though, she needed to get him through it and she wouldn’t be fearful of werewolf Nate. She could handle him in his animal form and if things became truly dire, she’d shift into her hybrid form herself to keep him in check. Scott trusted her with this and she needed to pull through more than anything, even if she had no experience with guiding another werewolf through the full moon. “Nate, it’s okay. You’re okay, just… let it happen, alright?” the brown haired girl soon rushed over to the bottle of wolfsbane, approaching Nate once she’d retrieved it. Malia twisted the cap off and offered the bottle, showing no fear while being in such close proximity to him. “Come on, you need to drink this.” 

ONE   /   ( ALIAS / NAME )

Jace/Jason

TWO   /   ( BIRTHDAY )

Dec 25

THREE   /   ( ZODIAC SIGN )

Capricorn

FOUR   /   ( HEIGHT )

5′5

FIVE   /   ( HOBBIES )

gaming, writing, singing, being around the people i love, watching my favorite shows

SIX   /   ( FAVOURITE COLOUR )

I like teal and purple a lot.

SEVEN   /   ( FAVOURITE BOOKS )

I don’t really read often... oops.

EIGHT   /   ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO )

Bloom - Amber Town

NINE   /   ( LAST FILM OR SHOW WATCHED )

Vampire Diaries season 1.

TEN   /   ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE )

Honestly, I find inspiration to write Nate from a lot of things: music, quotes, aesthetics. I love werewolves and the lore behind them as well and I love taking an original character and rolling with whatever stories or plots come along. I like the flexibility with an original character and the fact that he doesn’t have to be strictly canon.

ELEVEN   /   ( STORY BEHIND URL )

There’s no real story. It’s just a song I like so, I used it!

NATE.

That was how she’d started out herself - not having anyone to turn to or rely on. Quite frankly, Malia didn’t want anyone else to experience that, she didn’t want Nate to feel alone since she knew better than anyone what that was like. As a supernatural being, especially as a werewolf, being alone was the worst thing in the world. Omegas weren’t known to be survivalists, so Nate would eventually fall prey to hunters without having a pack to back him up and protect him. That wasn’t a thought she enjoyed and yeah, maybe that meant she was beginning to care about him. Whatever it was, Malia just knew that she didn’t want him to feel like he was on his own, that no one cared enough to help him through this. Even if it was just to sit here all night and wait for him to wake up the next morning - she’d be there with food and clothes, which was a way of letting him know that it was alright, that the night was over and he’d made it through the full moon. Biting down on her lower lip, Malia felt herself inching closer, her hand reaching out for the metal cuff around his wrist. If he decided to ask about that, she’d just lie and say she was inspecting it to make sure it was secured tightly enough so that Nate wouldn’t be able to break free. The brunette was staring now, though it was absentmindedly. Still, she was doing it and another thing that was lost on Malia was the fact that her gaze was lowering to Nate’s lips for a few moments. The space between them continued to lessen due to her movements, his body heat soon reaching her and she did pick up on that since Malia herself lacked such a thing. She wasn’t even alive, so being around someone who did have a beating heart and who did radiate off warmth like this had become rather foreign to her. The moment her forehead touched his and she could feel his breath against her lips, her honey hues lifted to meet Nate’s, now lacking most of her self control.

Curious eyes followed the hybrid as she inched closer, examining her movements while she seemed to inspect the metal cuff at his wrist. Azure orbs linked to Malia’s following her eyes as they spilled to his lips, causing his own eyes to fall onto her peach ones. He wanted to ask her why she was moving in so closely but instead, Nathan retained his silence and allowed Malia to come so close, he felt her breath mingling with his own. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so close to someone like this, the last time he felt some sort of draw to another. Malia was different, sure, but he kinda liked that about her. Once their foreheads touched, his eyes clasped shut loosely, just allowing himself to bask in the moment they were having. Were they having a moment? The wolf’s head began to cant slightly, nearly sealing the space between the both of them but just as he was about to kiss her, as their lips hardly brushed, a shattering pain coursed through his body. Jolting backwards, Nate’s back hit the wall hard and his eyes glowed a bright golden color. It must’ve been the full moon, it was time for him to shift and he wasn’t prepared for the pain pulsating through his core. A cry flew out of his lips as the bones in his back cracked, “Ahhh!” Falling to all fours on the ground of the cellar, he tried to remain composed but another loud snap of his bones caused him to flinch and jerk, head falling back as agony etched onto his face. This was what it felt like to shift? Feeling rage burn within him, he knew this was it, this was the horror he dreaded most and it was far more painful than he’d imagined.

NATE.

”You don’t get chased down by hunters and you get to have a good night’s sleep.” Malia needed him to be prepared for a life in Beacon Hills and it sure as hell wasn’t one that other people had. He was a werewolf and chose to live in a town with lots of supernatural activity and hunters walking around, meaning that most days wouldn’t be all that peaceful. When Nate was secured against the wall finally, Malia had to get used to the sight. She hadn’t witnessed this in quite some time since she herself could turn at will and no one in the pack needed any help with this anymore. The brunette herself hadn’t been in his position for a long time either and to think that she was now helping a rookie werewolf was pretty new to her all over again. Yeah, he was flirting with her now, but Malia was rather oblivious to that and she also didn’t think that Nate’s flirting was serious anyway. He was probably just trying to calm his nerves and pass the time until the full moon. “Yeah, well, don’t get too many visuals because you’re not gonna be able to do anything with them tonight anyway. I’m not exactly into hitting werewolf you with a whip. I prefer doing that with human you. So I’m afraid those visuals are gonna stay just that. Visuals.” the brown haired female looked his silhouette over next, eyes soon shifting towards the chains that held him against the wall. “Are you comfortable?”

“Wonderful.” Nathan murmured, not sure if he’d chosen the right place to move to. Then again, Malia and Scott were helping him with this, so maybe that was a plus. “About as comfortable as someone being chained to a wall can be.” There was still a soft grin on Nate’s face, eyes twinkling with a bit of mischief. “But that visual? Still in my head.” The mood didn’t have to be all gloom and doom just because he was a werewolf who was about to experience the pull of the moon for the first time. All day he’d felt on edge, knowing what was coming, what would happen. Inwardly, he was stressing big time but on the outside, he tried to keep a calm and cool demeanor. “Again, thanks for this. For helping me out. I don’t have anybody else.” Grateful as Nate was, he couldn’t be left to his own accord with the fear of shifting and potentially killing innocent people in town. Knowing Beacon Hills was a hot bed for supernatural activity alarmed him but if he got to know Malia and Scott better, he figured he had a chance of surviving. Little did he know that mayhem was constantly a factor in Beacon Hills. However, it was better than being under the bridge and hiding from the rest of life and things that life had to offer. It was a chance meeting the brunette in the woods like he had, but he didn’t regret his choice in moving into town.

NATE.

”You’ll find out once the moon’s full. Really, I can tell you all about it, but you just need to experience it.” Malia commented, having always been of the conviction that experiencing something was better than being told about it. Every werewolf experienced a certain thing differently, which also went for Nate and this would be his first night having a lot of experiences. “Now against the wall you go.” she nodded her head over to the chains, opening the cuffs up so that she could lock his wrists inside and secure him to the wall. “Trust me, I can keep up with you. I’m fast. You can’t escape me. Not this you and not wolf you either, not even on your best day.” she had no other choice though because if Nate did break loose and headed into town, the blood he’d spill would be on her hands. And since Malia was trying to be a better person, she wasn’t fond of such a thing happening on her watch. Chaining a cute guy up wasn’t a daily thing for her and in any other setting, Malia would be totally game for something frisky - just not this one right here. She could tell that he was nervous, his anxiety curling off of him like smoke and that was her cue to try and make him feel more at ease. How did Stiles always go about that? He made jokes, right? Used the power of sarcasm to try and lighten the mood when things were bound to get dire? “Don’t go and get any kinky thoughts while you’re at it. Or if you do, at least fantasize about me in a hot outfit with a whip.”

Experiencing the full moon was something that Nathan was not excited about. Doing as instructed, the wolf allowed Malia to secure his wrists to the chains. “What’s a best day look like for someone like me?” He almost felt like this supernatural shift in his life would rule his entire life. Like there would never be another normal day in his life, like a part of him was lost forever. “That’s good then. I wouldn’t wanna get too far if I were to break out of here.” The steel was cool against his body and Nate tugged on the chains loosely, making sure they were firmly in place. Malia had done a great job setting everything up, being prepared for the change that was bound to happen. Her next comment caused him to ease up a bit, muscles relaxing before he took a seat against the wall. “Really? You? WIth a whip?” Chuckling softly, his eyes wandered over her form briefly before they spilled back in line with the hybrid’s. “I think that’d be kind of nice. The visual’s nice, I mean.” Slowly, a smile peeled onto his face, lips curved upwards. Normally, he wasn’t much of a flirt but Malia was interesting and he wanted to know more about her; her story, where she came from. 

NATE.

”Not even Armani can mask that. It’s a part of you, so you better get used to it if you’re planning on hitting on people. Try not to feel nervous or they’re not gonna smell your cologne, just your anxiety.” she was obviously only referring to people who were supernatural and could pick up on his anxiety. Normal humans wouldn’t exactly be an issue for him there. Still, Malia knew he was just saying these things to distract himself from what was happening tonight and she understood that because it wasn’t a picnic. “We’re not close enough to the full moon yet and yeah, you’ll heal because you’re a werewolf. Faster than humans anyway.” Malia followed Nate as he headed into the cellar, opening up the metal cuffs so that she could secure them around his wrists when he was ready. “If it doesn’t, I’ll just hunt your scrawny ass down, no problem. I’m pretty fast, you know.” she could be fast in both her human form and her werewolf one and she wasn’t worried about Nate hurting her if he did break free. Malia had stopped being afraid a long time ago and if she was honest, she was looking forward to her first full moon experience where she’d teach another werewolf how to go about it. She herself had never had a teacher and she wished that she’d had someone there with her to put her mind at ease more. But just because she’d missed out on those things didn’t mean Nate had to.

Nathan had to laugh lightly, waving a hand slowly. “I’m not even an Armani kinda guy.” He answered, knowing he needed to keep his nervousness in check. “What else do werewolves have? Aside from an obviously keen sense of smell and the ability to heal quicker than humans.” He wanted more information, craved the knowledge. It wasn’t every day he got to think about these things or get chained and cuffed to a wall by a cute girl. Approaching Malia, he extended his arms, allowing her the ability to cuff him. “Scrawny?” Another short lived chuckle escaped the wolf then, almost admiring Malia and her boldness. He’d been called scrawny plenty of times in his life, but this was the first time he was embracing it. “How fast?” Curiosity dripped in his tone, eyes flitting to Malia’s. “’Cause I’m actually kind of freaking out about all this. I don’t want to get loose.” Shrugging his shoulders with a soft roll, Nathan let out a gentle sigh. He wished this wasn’t his life, that he didn’t have to go through this and yet, here he was. There was a silver lining to all this though. The wolf was hopeful he’d found some new people he could call friends. After fleeing from Seattle, he’d kept to himself and exchanges like this between himself and Malia were so rare, it felt foreign.