#allisonlydia

this is some kind of assassin/hitman au, and this is also so darn short, but I hope you enjoy! on ao3 here.

“Is it true what they say?”

“Is what true?” Lydia asks, trying to move her lips as little as possible. Thankfully, her combination earpiece and microphone is hidden by the flowing blonde wig perched on top of her head. She glances across the ballroom; it’s crowded with revelers, and since all of the servers are dressed identically in white button-downs, black trousers and bow ties, it’s difficult to determine at a glance which one is Allison.

“That blondes have more fun.”

“Next time, you can be the blonde,” Lydia replies, taking a tiny sip from her glass of champagne.

“Fine by me.” Allison’s voice seamlessly becomes peppier, more upbeat, as she offers an hors d'oeuvre to someone. After a moment, she continues, “I miss the red, but we should still keep that wig.”

“Only if you keep your outfit.” Glancing to her left, Lydia realizes that Allison is only a few yards away, flowing locks hidden under a black pixie cut wig. She can’t risk looking too long, can’t let their identities be compromised, but thankfully, Allison immediately looks up, catches her eye and grins.

“Deal,” she says, effortlessly navigating through the crowd with her loaded tray of food. “Now, let’s find this guy so I can take you home and get that dress off you.”

Lydia immediately turns her eyes back to the crowd.

In 2017, I posted 37,405 words onto AO3, which is great in comparison to 2016’s 23,915! And it doesn’t include my incomplete nano attempt, so I’m actually feeling great about this lol. 

Thank you so much to everyone who has left comments or kudos, to anyone who has provided feedback or beta-ing, and especially to the @writingfeedbacknetwork, who have really been amazing cheerleaders. 

Teen Wolf: 

Ten Years Later (Kira/Scott. Rated G. 600 words)

Scott asks for Kira’s help after ten years of her having left Beacon Hills.

everyone’s waiting for the next surprise (Kira/Scott. Rated G. 1011 words)

Nightmare Before Christmas AU, where Scott is a werewolf who bakes and doesn’t always love his job. Kira may help with that.

side-effects (Isaac/Malia. Rated G. 487 words)

Malia and Isaac sit quietly in the preserve and no one comments on it.

someone special (Derek/Scott. Rated G. 1391 words)

Scott uses cookies to confess his feelings. Derek is only a little slow on the uptake.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12204099/chapters/28314675 & https://archiveofourown.org/works/12204099/chapters/28314732

Chapter 8: Some bad guys are defeated, but that doesn't mean things actually calm down.

Epilogue: Prom pictures.

Words: 8000ish altogether, Chapters: 8/9 and 9/9, Language: English

Categories: F/F, M/M

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Kim Possible (Cartoon)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Lydia Martin, Allison Argent & Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Danny Mahealani, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Kira Yukimura, Kate Argent

Allison Argent/Lydia MartinRating: G, Word Count:Fluff, Snowball Fight, Winter, Established Relationship

For Teen Wolf Femslash Week

Allison’s heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s about to burst out of her chest. She needs to calm down and focus. She closes her eyes, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, and focuses on letting the tension that is fogging up her mind drain out of her. Much better.

She looks to her little pile of ammunition. There isn’t much left, and from how close the sound of snow crunching underneath thick soles is, she knows she doesn’t have time to make more. She takes a snowball in each hand. She’ll throw with her left hand first, the aim will be a little off, but it might distract Lydia enough that she can get a solid hit with the snowball in her right hand.

Peeking through the windows of the car she’s hiding behind, Allison sees Lydia’s red beanie bobbing around the back of the car. Who wears red during a snowball fight? Amateurs, that’s who.

Just a couple more steps and Lydia will be out from behind the car. Three. Two. O–

‘Aaaah!’ Lydia screams as she jumps out from behind the car and starts pelting Allison with the snowballs she has cradled in her arms. A lot of them go wide, hitting the car or the ground, but they’re close enough that Allison has to duck her head to avoid getting snow in her eyes. Lydia keeps advancing. More snowballs find their target, Allison’s head, her arms, her legs. All Allison can do is stay curled in on herself and wait for Lydia to get close enough.

Finally, she sees the tips of Lydia’s shoes from beneath her arms. She jumps up, wraps an arm around Lydia’s waist and tackles her into the snow. Lydia goes down with a surprised squeak. Before she can recover and retaliate, Allison grabs Lydia’s wrists and pins them down.

‘Do you concede?’ she asks. She lowers her face until their noses brush, then brushes their lips together in a soft kiss.

‘Yes!’ Lydia laughs. Her cheeks are bright red, and so is the tip of her nose. Her eyes are shining with excitement and laughter. ‘But only because my face is so cold I couldn’t feel your kiss.’

‘Me neither,’ Allison admits. She sits up and pulls Lydia up with her. ‘And we can’t have that, now can we?’

Allison pulls Lydia up with her, out of snow, and brushes the snow off Lydia’s butt, smiling innocently when Lydia raises her eyebrows at her. They quickly make their way back inside, and fifteen minutes later they’re on the couch with hot cups of tea. Lydia is trying to find a movie to watch, while Allison gently brushes the tangles out of Lydia’s wet hair.

‘I totally won,’ Lydia says, dismissing Home Alone and moving on to the next movie.

‘No, you didn’t! You were the one lying in the snow,’ Allison protests. ‘That means that I won.’

‘But I got more hits.’

‘More hits don’t mean you win. When your opponent is down, that’s when you have the victory.’

‘Will you let me have this one if I agree to watch The Santa Clause?’ Lydia asks, smiling sweetly at her.

‘No.’

‘Rematch tomorrow?’

‘What if all the snow’s gone?’

‘We’ll find some place that still has some. I’ll drive all the way to Canada if it means I get to win,’ Lydia proclaims.

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