#laurydia

Teen Wolf AU: Laurydia

"Everyone said you were dead. They pulled both halves of your body out of the woods." "I think I was... But now, now I'm not so certain I am anymore. I'm not sure... what I am."

No one understands what happened to Lydia Martin the night of the prom, least of all Lydia herself. Looking to escape the bizarre and haunting occurrences surrounding her, she takes off for her family's lake house to process it all and get her head on straight. Little does Lydia know, this isn't something she can escape... Death has come knocking. Ominous curiosity brought Laura Hale back to Beacon Hills to investigate an omen of archaic revenge and it got her killed. That's where her story was supposed to end - She was buried and prevented from healing or shifting; her alpha powers ripped from her. But when her Uncle Peter meets his bloody end, something tugs at her, pulls her from her grave. At first its little more than a murmur, but soon she hears it like a piercing screech she's helpless to resist. Lydia and Laura come to learn that the banshee's scream doesn't just warn of those who are about to die, sometimes, it can be a beacon to summon the dead themselves back to the living... The question is, for how long? And why? Together this newly formed duo looks for answers about themselves and one another, all the while growing undeniably closer. Lydia tries to explain it away with some psychology she's learned about trauma bonds and Laura does her best to ignore the phenomena unfolding between the two of them - it's no different than learning to control her wolf instincts surely. Surely, right? As it turns out, this connection may be stronger than even the supernatural things that brought them together... If they can survive it.

(laurydia image by @tabbytabbytabby)

you were alive,

now you’re almost mythic

1. Sterek - Stiles x Derek

2. Scallisaac - Scott x Allison x Issac

3. Stetopher- Stiles x Peter x Chris

4. Berica - Boyd X Erica

5. Steter - Peter x stiles

6. Laurydia - Laura hale x Lydia

7. Stisaac - Stiles x Issac

8. Stackson - Stiles x Jackson

9. Stanny - Stiles x Danny

You thought the last one was hard? Ha! Wait until you do this one. This time it was more fun because I actually didn’t know who would win. And the last three rounds were harder because I actually like all those ships. But well, there you have it. Those last two pairs are in my top 10 favorites.

Yeah, I’m a sucker for the Hales paired with kickass women.

Thanks @twrarepairnetwork for deliciously torturing me with this, it’s always fun to fill these. My other bracket here [x]

Lydia is ten when she starts dreaming of the…girl. Woman? It isn’t clear how old the girl is, or rather, the girl appears at various ages in various dreams.

Sometimes the girl is young, a toddler scrambling through underbrush, entangling in the leaves and bramble as her family gives friendly chase. Dirt on red cheeks and twigs in wild hair. Innocent smiles as she catches her breath.

Sometimes she’s older, surrounded by younger siblings that clamber all over her, until she collapses under the weight of their enthusiasm as they beg for warm cuddles on chilly nights where the air nips at exposed skin.

Sometimes she’s not human. Eyes that flash in different colors – red is alphamothersafetypower, yellow is packfamilycomfort, blue is unknowndanger. Claws that grow out of human fingers, faces that transform. Impulses that are hard to control as the moon tries to call out her deepest, darkest desires.

When Lydia first starts dreaming, trying to remember the dreams is like trying to catch a wave with bare hands. The moment she wakes, memories start slipping out of her grasp, until only hazy emotions remain – and those fade away too, as surely as hands wet from a wave dry up. There’s no way for a human to capture a full wave but there are ways to hold onto part of it. Cup your hands and have a container ready to fill up with seawater. Lydia begins writing down the dreams the moment she wakes up, neat words trying to bottle up loose trickles of memory.

There’s a journal Lydia starts keeping, kept under her mattress for safety and secrecy, that tells the life of a girl, a werewolf, as seen through the kaleidoscope lens of Lydia’s dreams. She has no name – there is no sound in these dreams Lydia has, only emotion – but she has a story.  –

Dearest Lydia, You taste like meadowsweet and sunshine, press the flowers I braid into your fiery hair between the pages of your books to remember me by.

Dearest Lydia, Your intellect is summ'ry, divine, an ancient Goddess with a volcanic flare, and lips like a shattered glass of wine. Oh, lover, how you enchant me so clearly, how I hope your petals never tear.

(bora gif NOT by me. Most likely by @bericas)