Hey guys, I normally write Harry Potter fanfic's, but I also love Teen Wolf, so I decided to write one of these! Hope you like it! WARNING – Very mature content. Sorry it's short, but all chapters will be about this long, and there will be a lot of them!
Lydia lies on Stiles' bed late one Saturday afternoon. He is standing up, working on his board and trying to piece together, not a villain or a mystery, but both of their social standings with the group. He asked Lydia specifically to come over because she knows the behaviors with the rest of the group, specifically the girls.
'What about Malia?' Stiles asks.
'I don't know if she's over your break-up. I don't think she's your biggest fan at the moment.' Lydia tells him and he writes "It's complicated" next to Malia's name on his side of the board.
'and for me?' Lydia asks Stiles' opinion, even though she already knows the answer.
'Kira is her best friend, but she relies on you to survive, she cares about you, but more as a pawn to guard her.' Stiles tells her. 'That sounded better in my head.' He replies.
Lydia stands up off the bed and steals his pen right out of his hand. She writes on her side of the board "thinks of as protector".
Lydia reflects on the start of this all, when everything was simpler. She had just become friends with the new girl in school, Allison Argent. She was dating a boy named Jackson Whittemore, she had a stalker who was deeply in love with her and she looks up at that boy now, the boy who loved her and possibly still loves her, and she looks back at him, reflecting not only his current emotion, but his emotion from that point in her life, before everything turned to shit. Before she was bitten by Peter at the formal, before Jackson became a homicidal lizard, before Allison died. Before she became a banshee, before Aden and Ethan, before the Dark Druid who was a teacher, before all the killings, before the dead pool, before dread doctors, before chimeras, before werewolves, before Kitsunes, before she met Meredith, before. She looks up at the boy she loves and she thinks how much has changed, how many things had to happen, how many people had to die so that their current reality is what it is.
There was one day, one day where everything that was happening suddenly didn't matter. The Sheriff, Melissa and Chris Argent had been captured and were going to die. Stiles was scared, he was about to lose both of his parents. Lydia was with him when they heard that Chris had been captured, he started having a panic attack, Lydia guided him into a locker room, and sat him down in the poorly lit area, and tried to think of something that would help him, and she kissed him. The entire world went blank and when he calmed down, she found herself wanting more.
Now she stood in front of him, so close to him. She could feel his heavy breath on her skin. She looked up again into his eyes, his gorgeous, caring eyes and thought for once, she was safe.