fic request: anonymous asked pls do a fic where stydia is already dating. lydia always hears voices because she's a banshee. they always whisper in her ear and sometimes she zones out from listening to them. they taunt her and talk about death and such. Stiles understands she hears them. at night, to help silence the voices, he holds her close and hums quietly and waits until she stops frantically whispering (about the voices and death and things) and falls asleep.
anonymous asked pls do and angsty fic. stydia is already dating. Lydia has random banshee 'episodes' where she walks around or sometimes just stands in the middle of the road and just screams. she'll end up in cemeteries or at crime scenes with an itching desire to scream, and stiles is always the one to find her and bring her back home.
anonymous asked I loveeee angsty stydia fics. please write a fic where lydia is stabbed or hurt in someway and dies. I'm not sure why, but I like reading these fanfictions.
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One
"Huh?" Lydia asked, eyes darting towards her boyfriend.
He examined her features carefully, "Are you hearing them again?"
She sighed and nodded, bottom lip trembling slightly as she glanced down at her lap. It was the third time that week that the voices had overcome her mind, so strong that the whispers were all she could hear, all she could focus on. Usually it would be women, the dead banshees of the past speaking to her, wanting her to find something. She just couldn't figure what it was they wanted her to find. Lydia squeezed her eyes shut tightly as it got louder and louder, a collection of frantic words that she couldn't understand.
"Come here," Stiles whispered, reaching out and placing his hands in both of hers. She nodded her head without opening her eyes and let him drag her to the master suite of their two-bedroom apartment. He laid down first and she followed, curling up against his side and silently begging the voices to stop so she could sleep.
Knowing what she needed from this exact situation happening one too many times, Stiles switched off the lamp on the bedside table and covered them in a blanket. Lifting the hand that wasn't draped around her waist, he threaded his figures through her strawberry-blonde locks and started to hum softly. At this point, he couldn't remember the name of the song his mother used to sing to help him fall back asleep after he had a nightmare or even the words, just the slow tune that always seemed to work in silencing the whispers.
Stiles didn't know how long they'd been asleep when he stirred awake at the empty feeling in his arms. Blinking, his eyes adjusted to the darkness to see Lydia's retreating form. He called her name but she didn't respond, so he stood and began following her. Sadly, this happened every once in awhile. He slowly followed her in his car as she walked along the side of the road for about a mile before getting out as she ventured into the woods. And that's when he saw it, the lifeless body of a young woman lying in the dirt.
Two
He was at work when the second body was found. Stiles was sitting at his desk when Captain Reynolds told him that they caught a case that seemed to be connected to another murder, the young woman in the woods. It was another woman, seemingly a little bit older than the first but with the same cause of death, a puncture wound through the chest from an unidentified weapon. But the part that caused Stiles to be assigned the case is that Lydia found the body. When the original police showed up, she told them that she stumbled upon it while on a run, even though she was certainly not dressed for one. She was still on the scene when he got there.
Jogging up to where she stood talking to a uniformed officer, Stiles interrupted by pulling her into a tight hug. "Lydia, are you okay?"
She sighed in relief at being in his arms, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."
"I was just taking her statement," the officer said, a notepad in his hands.
"Thanks. but I'm taking over this case," Stiles informed him before pulling Lydia to the side so no one could hear them. "What happened?"
"I was just about to head out to the store when next thing I know, I'm here. Stiles, something is going on. Two women killed the same way, and I find them?"
He nodded, glancing towards where forensic specialists were examining the body and surrounding area, "It's something supernatural."
Three
Lydia closed her eyes as the voices continued to get louder yet still sound like they were whispering, wiping away a stray tear as the image of the third victim flashed through her mind. This woman was older, maybe in her fifties, but was killed the same way as the first two. Clearly they had a supernatural serial killer on their hands, and they were no closer to catching them. They couldn't identify the bodies, they couldn't determine a murder weapon, they couldn't find a connection between the victims. Someone, whoever it was, was hunting these women.
"Can you tell what they're saying?" Stiles asked.
She shook her head, "I can't understand, but they know what's going on and they want me to know too. They won't stop. It's never been like this before, Stiles. Something is coming, or I guess it's already here. Something bad."
"Hey, we'll figure it out," he assured before pulling her into a hug. "Let's just go to bed, okay?"
"Okay," she whispered. Stiles led her towards the bed, both of them lying down like they always do, with her cuddled against his side. He knew that she wouldn't be able to fall asleep because of the voices so he did what he always did; he started running his fingers through her hair and humming the familiar tune until her breathing evened out.
Four
They were walking through the park having getting lunch at their favorite little café when Lydia's eyes glazed over and she abruptly changed directions. He knew that look and he knew what it meant, so he followed without question. After a few minutes, they found a body. He knew right away that it was the same killer as the other victims because he could see the wound in her chest. But this victim…
She was just a kid, maybe fifteen or sixteen. She looked so young, yet anything but peaceful, her skin pale and open eyes lifeless. It made him sick to his stomach as Lydia started crying, curling herself against him, burying her face in his chest.
Pulling out his phone, he immediately dialed the familiar number, waiting until Captain Reynolds answered. "It's Stilinski. We got another body."
+ One
"Hey Lyds, what's up?" Stiles answered, not fully paying attention as he squinted at his computer screen, typing out a report.
"Stiles," she breathed out.
He sat up straighter, immediately knowing something was wrong by the sound of her voice. "What's going on?"
"Someone is going to die. Another woman, I can feel it. I don't know who or why, but I know where. Meet me where the first body was found, okay?"
Stiles stood and slipped on his jacket, grabbing his badge and gun. "Lydia, do not go without me!"
"I have to. I'll meet you there."
He tried to say her name, but she hung up before he had the chance. He sighed in frustration and left the station as fast as he could, heading out toward the woods where she found the first victim. As he started through the trees, he pulled out his gun and had it ready in case whoever was killing these girls was already there. "Lydia?" he yelled.
No answer.
"Lydia!"
No answer.
Just when he was about to call her name again, he heard something ruffling through the leaves that littered the ground. Raising his gun, his finger ready to pull the trigger, he held his breath and kept moving as quietly as possible. That's when he saw him, an older man dressed in black lurking through trees. "Hey! BHPD, put your hands up!"
The man froze in place, just standing there for a few seconds before he whipped around quickly. Luckily Stiles was quicker and as soon as he saw the crossbow in the man's hand, he fired off three shots landing right in the chest, killing him instantly. He lowered his gun and stepped closer, not recognizing the lifeless face staring back at him. About to pull out his phone to call it in to his precinct, he suddenly remember why he was out here in the first place.
"Lydia?! Lydia!"
His eyes darted around the area until they landed on a body several yards away, and his heart stopped as he ran towards it. When he was close enough to see who it was, he felt like his entire world came crashing down.
Lydia laid there, his beautiful strawberry-blonde, the love of his life. Stiles choked out a sobbing, dropping down on his knees next to her with a loud thud. He raised his hands to cradle her cheeks, her skin still warm, before his eyes fell down to the puncture wound in her chest that was identical to the other victims caused by the arrow from a crossbow.
The death that Lydia predicted was her own.
