"Aww, he's so cute though!" Her roommate exclaims, still examining the picture. "Why did you two break up?"Lydia's fingers tighten around the frame of the photo, and on an impulse she throws it with all the strength she can muster. Her heart is thundering a million miles a minute, because: Why, indeed. (Post-Series Stydia fic)

"Are you a whirlwind, banshee-girl?" he asks. His lips press to that sweetspot under her ear; her knees quake. "A hurricane –" she counters with a whispered almost-snarl " – and I swear to God I'll strip you to the bone." or, Lydia goes looking for the nogitsune.