#stydia ff

Made for Stydia Big Bang hosted by @stydiamonth & @stydiacast

Edit: [another rec] thank you @stydixa !!

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“And pass the final exams.” added Stiles. “And go to the prom.” added Lydia. “Do you really want to go to prom?” asked Stiles, with shut eyes. Lydia smiled a bit:“ I think we don’t have to ruin our lives. Even if we want Allison back or we want to find who we really are.” “Or we want to fight the demons of our past.” said Stiles. “Demons?” asked, with a bit of fear in the voice, Liam. Lydia laughed:“ We don’t have to fight any demon Liam, tranquil.” The smile died on Stiles face. They have already fight a lot of demoniac presence and one of them was in him too, hurting his friends. Lydia looked at Mason. She saved him from a demon. They have fought so many bad things in they’re short life. She thought about Kira, how she could became a dark spirit, if she wasn’t under the ground, trying to return who she was before her powers switch on. And Jordan was dead inside, the Hound who’s still keeping him alive to have a body. They were all demons. Scott, Malia, Liam, even her. She looked at Stiles. He wasn’t a demon, and neither Mason. Probably Liam was thinking the same thing, ‘cause he looked at his best friend. “For now” said Malia, with a strange expression on her face. “Ok, stop talk about demon. We have to start our research about the dead Argent.” said Mason, his hands shaking a little. He was still shocked about what happened only a week ago. “In the school library we surely can’t find what we need” said Stiles. “We should go to the public library.” said Lydia. “And I could ask Deucalion if he knew something about this.” said Scott. “Do you really trust him?” asked Stiles. Scott’s eyes became red for a moment:“ People change.” “Theo was the same, basic asshole all the time.” said Stiles. “Theo was a chimera.” replied Scott. “And he was alone.” added Liam. “Everyone of us need a pack. He only wanted a pack.” “And he had one.” said Stiles, and everyone seemed to listen to him. “Ha has killed everyone of them.” “Not everyone.” said Mason, thinking about his boyfriend. “But he tried.” said Lydia. “We’re not talking about Theo. He’s dead. His sister took him to hell with her. We’re here for Allison, and Deucalion can help us. I don’t fully trust him, but we need him and he helped us with Theo, so I’m going to ask him everything he know.” Scott said, with his best alpha voice. “I’m going ask Braeden. Surely she will help us.” said Malia, stepping up from her seat. “Tell her to call Deaton too. We need everyone’s help, this time.” said Scott. “As always.” tried to joke Liam, but his game was weak and Lydia done just an half smile. “Maybe Liam and Mason can go with us” suggested Stiles. Lydia saw he was tired, too tired, nut she didn’t said anything. “When I come back from Braeden’s house, I need your help in math. I don’t care if supernatural things come out even from the books, I need to pass this exams and then stop going to school.” said Malia, when she was next to Lydia. “We’re going to make you the second of the class.” joked Lydia. “She’s the first and she want the title all for herself.” said Stiles, with a look full of pride in Lydia’s direction. “Just make me pass. I don’t care if I’m the second or the worst. I only want to go out, graduate and then find a little work here that gives me so much time alone.” she said, before going away with a little growl. That was her way to say goodbye. “Mason, your boyfriend can become invisible, right?” asked, desperately, Lydia, knowing that if Liam and him was going to go to the public library with her and Stiles they have to work together and probably speak about what happened. He nodded, and she released the breath. “Why don’t you ask him if he can help us, obviously in an illegal way, and use his power to steal the Argent’s documents in the city archive?” “Probably he could became a fondamental part of the progect. We don’t need only documents but photographs, certificate of birth and death, to see gravestone and sometimes even to see the bodies.” said Stiles, telling ti the other in what kind of plan they’re going to start. “Why we should see the dead bodies?” “Because we have to find out if they were supernatural creatures or not. Werewolves, when die, leave a shent even after centuries. And we can recognize if a banshee was dead because some crazy doctor has done a hole in her head, or even something worst. And, sometimes, when we think someone’s dead, they’re not. Maybe in the grave we could find someone else.” explained Lydia. “We have to figure out if the dead one was possessed or a supernatural creature, even if he was just infected, because nobody of them can reincarnate.“ added Stiles. “So, we’re sure this can work?” asked Scott. Lydia nodded, full of pride. “Ok, so Mason, go ask your fianceè if he wants to help us. Liam, go with Lydia and Stiles. I go at Deucalion’s place.” “What about the Talbots and their pack?” asked a voice from the bottom of the library. They all turned back. There was Chris Argent, his father next to him. “How you…” started Scott, but Chris stopped him. “I knew you were planning something. If the trouble don’t come to you, you go for the trouble. Then asking the Sheriff to look in Stiles room wasn’t that hard. I thought you were smarter. This is bigger than all of you. When do you all thought to tell me?” “When we will have something to tell you about.” replied Scott. “I’m not part of your pack, young wolf, and I usually kill people like you. But, luckily for you, Allison liked you all and I started to like you too, so don’t use your alpha voice with me: it doesn’t work.” replied Chris, harshly. “This involves my family and our honor. I can’t let a couple of guys ruin all I’ve done.” added his father. “You don’t care about Allison, neither about all the rest of your family. You care only about your honor. And you disgust me. We loved Allison, we really loved her. We were her family when you were all against her, when she were scared. And now we want her back, and we found a way. And you should help us if you ever really cared about your family.” said Lydia, jumping up from her chair. Then she stood here, for a moment, without breath. She said what she alway wanted to say and she were proud. But Chris eyes were too much to stand. So she went back to sit. She seemed on the edge of a panic attack. And them she looked at Stiles hazel eyes. His look were focused on her and she suddenly felt better. “So, what’s that way?” asked Chris. After a few hours, Stiles was sitting next to Lydia in her living room. He was looking an old movie and she was looking at him. She felt proud about what they’ve done some hours before with Chris, she was proud about the way Stiles has hold her hand when they gone out of the library. So she was looking at him and she knew, with all of herself, that she was trudly, deeply in love with him. He seemed to know what she was thinking ‘cause he smiled and took her hand again.

“Don’t misunderstood me” he corrected himself, after a clearly look from Stiles “you look beautiful as always, but I’m afraid someone isn’t going to pay the right amount of attenction at the class and…” “He’s afraid you’re going to fill the police station with a lot of little perv” ended Stiles. “Oh, don’t worry Sheriff Stilinski, noone’s going to look at my butt unless they want Stiles to bother them with a lot of sarcastic comment.” “Or maybe Scott will rip they throat off with his own teeth” Lydia laughed. Neither Stiles or his dad thought about the fact the she was a banshee and she could defend herself with her own scream. Maybe she will hurt someone who wasn’t involved with the butt looking but sure se would be able to stop an aggressor. But she liked the fact that someone was going to defend her without blaming her for the way she’s dressed. “Ok, stop procrastinate, the two of you need to go to school” interrupted the Sheriff. “Ok, why the two of you are this late?” Scott asked. “The question is, why Lydia’s wearing Stiles flannel as a dress?” corrected Malia. She has noticed it the time Lydia has entered the room. Once she was her the one who wore Stiles’ flannel, just a top and a pair of shorts under it. “I’ve slept at Stiles’ house” Lydia said, unable to think about a lie in so little time. “I wasn’t able to sleep alone at my house, after everything has happened” “You don’t feel safe at your house?” Scott asked. Lydia shaked her head. It was an half lie. She doesn’t felt safe anywhere. “Where’s your mom?” Liam asked, witg an interrogative expression on his face. “She’s home, Liam. I needed to sleep with someone who knows what a nightmare is. I needed to sleep with my anchor” When she mentioned the fact that Stiles was Lydia’s anchor, they stay silent for a minute. It was Coach’s lessons when Stiles whispered something at Lydia. “What?” she asked, barely looking at him. “I heard Scott saying to Liam that he think we’re together and we hide it” “Let them think” she said, shortly. “But it isn’t true!” said Stiles, probably in a too loud voice. “Well, now they know it.” said Lydia, to no one. “Is there any problem, Stilinski?” asked Coach, looking with half shut eyes. “Nothing, Coach” “Well, then stop bother the brillaint Miss Martin with your stupid and inappropriate thought as usual.” “Yes, sir” he said, looking at his shoes. Lydia waited a few second, just to let Coach the time to coming back to his lesson, and then turned to Stiles. “I don’t think you’re stupid.” “But everyone seems to think it.” “If it’s just for Coach…” Lydia started, but Stiles look stopped her. “It’s not just about Coach, right?” He nodded. “Who says it?” “No one.” “Stiles…” “I know I should have kept my mouth shut…” “Stilinski!” yelled Coach. “Detention! No, you annoy me too much, I don’t want to see you again! Just go out and stay outside, thinking about your mistake!” “But I need to listen to the lesson…” poorely tried him to argue. “It’s not my fault. And now, take your things and go out” And Stiles, probably for the first time ever, done what Coach said to him while Lydia looked at his back, hoping he turn back and share his feeling with her just one more time. At the end of the school day, Stiles drove Lydia home to let her change her clothes. Mrs Martin wasn’t here but the house was silent anyway. “Why you let Coach…” tried to start Lydia, but Stiles sufferent puppy eyes stopped her immediately. “It doesn’t matter. Clearly there’s a bigger problem, right?” Stiles nodded, but stood silent. “Once you used to tell me everything that comes in your mind, and now you stay here, silently, looking at me like someone has beaten you with a baseball bat right in the chest.” Stiles looked at the ground, and then stood silent for the entire day.

Or: Lydia abandons her role as banshee because she has doubts as to her importance.”