what stydia fics would you recommend to long time shippers but new to reading stydia fanfics? 👀
Oh, great question! It's been a minute since I went through my Stydia bookmarks. Thanks for giving me a nudge — and an excuse to plug some of my awesome writer friends.
at least i have the memory Sweet, sweet, Stydia. A brief peek into Stiles and Lydia’s trials and tribulations, and the sheer relief of having each other to hold through it.
Carry Me Home Post 6x10 reunion. Stiles + Lydia + the Jeep. Packed with feels. *
I Fell For You Everyone knows Lydia is in love with Stiles but Lydia.
If you bled, I'll bleed the same Post 5x16 hurt/comfort and bed sharing. Need I say more? *
I liked my version better When Stiles is taken, Lydia can't remember anything about him—just that she loved him. Loved him deeply. She has this idea in her head of what they were like, how in love they were.
Quantum Entanglement She finds the list crumpled in a pocket of a long sleeved floral print dress she doesn't remember wearing. Then the dreams come.
Shook the Best When Your Love Was Home 3b, slow burn Stydia. Love the concept and the format.
so damn glad that we made it Post 5x05 emotional h/c
solipsism Stiles has nightmares. Lydia anchors him.
Stars in Slow Motion Another post 6x10 gem. *
This Is Not a Panic Attack Newly turned into a werewolf, Stiles struggles to find control through his memories—and what's happening right in front of him. *
*While you're at it, just read all of @yourenotdonefighting & @kylermalloy 's Stydia fics. They understand these characters on an instinctive level and their writing is beyond beautiful. (ilysm)
And if you're interested, HERE is a list of my favorite AUs.
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so I’m almost never on tumblr anymore, but in case any of you remember my old fics, I wanted to come back to let you know that I FINALLY finished the second part to this fic that I wrote for the Stydia Big Bang almost four years ago haha
there’s also some excellent art for it that @wellsjahasghost and @sydrianssage made for it way back in 2017 that you can check out here and here if you would like :)
enjoy!
(Rated M)
“I can't believe I've been a ghost for ten years, and nobody thought to tell me about the new Star Wars trilogy until today. ”
“Stiles, nobody even knew you existed until last month.”
Kira slapped Malia’s knee—lightly, because Kira was still incapable of giving an actual reprimand. “Well, we’ve told you about it now,” she said, offering him her brightest smile. “What did you think?”
“I think… I miss my blissful ignorance from eight hours ago, when I didn’t know that George Lucas greenlit this absolute garbage fire,” Stiles whined. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, The Force Awakens started out with a lot of potential, and the cast is full of extremely hot and talented people, but what the fuck?! My only regret is that my death tree wasn’t transformed into a desk in the writers’ room for these movies, or I could have haunted those dipshits until they figured out how to write a plot that actually made sense.”
“Your only regret, huh?” Lydia asked, keeping her tone dry and incredulous.
“No, you're right,” Stiles said, his expression instantly transforming into the biggest shit-eating grin Lydia had seen since before he'd died. “I also regret not inventing ectoplasmic grocery stores before my death. It’s unfair that I cook for all of you and don't get to eat any of it.”
“Not our fault you actually enjoy cooking,” Malia pointed out. “And depleting Lydia's bank account.”
“I am going to strangle you,” Lydia said. “Werecoyote strength or not.”
“But then who’s going to sit next to you in bars and make fun of everybody we see?”
“Yeah, you need her for that,” Kira added. “I’m terrible at judging people, and so is Scott.”
Scott toasted her with a grin, looking relaxed and comfortable against the armrest of the oversized couch he was currently sharing with a ghost and a realtor. Stiles took one look at him and snorted.
“Scott’s a terrible judge of many things,” he agreed. “People… the distance between a car bumper and the curb… movies…”
“Movies?”
“Yes, Scott!” Stiles crowed, now fully recovered from his initial disappointment. “This trilogy may have been a mess, but in order to watch it, you must have seen the other two trilogies too, and that means you have to know how great they are! Admit it, Star Wars is amazing, you were wrong, and I was right! Not watching it with me earlier was the biggest mistake of your life!”
“Maybe not the biggest,” Scott said, the grin on his face slipping a little. Lydia’s fingers tightened around the stem of her wine glass. “Anyway, I already knew the Star Wars movies were good. I watched them junior year.”
“Junior year?! ” Stiles squawked, so surprised that he started sinking into the couch. “And you never told me?! What the hell, man, all those times you pretended not to get my references and you—”
“Of college,” Scott clarified, and the room went silent.
Lydia set her wine glass down on the coffee table with trembling fingers. The tapping of glass on wood sounded like a gunshot, a bullet to the lungs. There was a crescent moon outside. For one heart-shattering moment, Lydia swore she could smell wolfsbane.
“I’m going to go get a glass of water,” she said, voice too harsh to her own ears, bouncing off the walls and clanging in her skull. Another bullet to the lungs.
The next thing she became aware of was the press of a cabinet knob against her back, the solidity of a hardwood floor underneath her body. She was leaning against the kitchen island, eyes level with the cabinet that Stiles had poked open over and over again to entertain Brooke all those weeks ago. Tonight, though, when she opened it herself, there was nothing inside.
Lydia clung to the knob anyway and tried not to cry.
It wasn’t Stiles who came to check on her after a few minutes, or Scott, or even Kira. Instead, Malia was the one who tugged the cabinet door out of Lydia’s hand and dropped to the floor, flinging her legs out to one side and meeting Lydia’s eyes without flinching.
“Kira started talking about BB-8 again,” she said. “Scott looked like he wanted to change the subject.”
Lydia pressed her lips together, looked away, and settled her hands on her knees with careful precision. “That was nice of her. I’m sure he did.”
“He told me, you know,” Malia continued without missing a beat. “About what you told him. About Stiles wanting you to sell the house.”
Lydia’s fingers clenched around the hem of her dress. “Yes.”
Malia narrowed her eyes. “Are you going to?”
“I have to,” Lydia said, “or Yvenne will just find another realtor.”
“Okay, maybe,” Malia said. “But who are you going to sell it to ?”
Lydia froze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, come on,” she said. “I know you’ve been considering it. You’ve been eyeing the curtains in the living room like you can’t wait to change them all night.”
“Maybe I just can’t believe Yvenne expects me to find a buyer for this house when it’s been decorated so poorly.”
Malia rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me. I’m more observant than you think, and I’m not Scott or Stiles. I’m not going to try and stop you.”
Slowly, precisely, Lydia tilted her head and met Malia’s piercing gaze. “You know what you’re saying, right? Scott and Stiles would try to stop me.”
“Yeah,” Malia said. “And that matters, because Lydia Martin always does what people tell her to do. And I had a normal childhood. And math was my favorite subject in high school.”
After a long moment, Lydia stood. Malia mimicked the movement. “I just think we’ve already lost enough people,” Lydia admitted. “I don’t want to lose him twice.”
“Like I said. I’m not going to try and stop you.”
For a while, Lydia told herself that she hadn’t made up her mind. She let Stiles cook her every meal and listened to him relive memories from high school and the two years of college he’d gotten to enjoy, doing his best to help her appreciate the times they’d shared together without losing herself in them. She fell asleep on the couch with him while they watched movies together and pretended that she didn’t know he’d been playing with her hair when she woke up. She allowed him to teach her how to cook and change the oil in her car, life skills that she’d always expected him to handle in their relationship, life skills he wanted her to master before he moved onto wherever he expected to go once he stopped being a ghost, but—
But then, on a Thursday afternoon a week before Yvenne’s deadline, Lydia’s phone rang.
They were in the middle of making stir fry, but Stiles nudged her with the spatula he was using—one loophole he’d found for their inability to make physical contact—and told her to answer it “just in case.” “It could be important, Lyds.”
That was precisely why she didn’t want to answer it, but with a long-suffering sigh and a pointed glare, Lydia wiped her hands off on a paper towel and picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Hello, Lydia Martin? This is Shea O’Malley.”
Predictably and irksomely, Lydia’s heart rate increased. “What can I do for you, Shea?” she asked, smoothing on her realtor’s smile even though Shea couldn’t see. Between the way Stiles’s eyebrows were raised and the way his head was tilted so he could hear Shea’s half of the conversation, Lydia needed the extra armor.
“Well, Ben and Piper and I have been shopping around the neighborhoods near that lovely red house you showed us, but we simply haven’t found a place that compares. After a long discussion, Ben and I have decided that there’s no use searching any longer. We would like to place an offer on that red house.”
Lydia’s head was all white noise and bloodstains and terror. She tried to picture saying goodbye to Stiles and watching him dissolve into whatever dimension the rest of their dead loved ones had ended up in. She tried to imagine handing the keys over to the O’Malleys and leaving the red house for good. She tried to convince herself that it was possible for her to move on.
But like the O’Malleys, Lydia discovered that it was no use.
Once upon a time, it might have been possible for her to move on. But now Lydia’s heart was inextricably entwined with this red house.
The only difference was that Lydia had the ability to hold onto it.
“I’m sorry,” she said, the white noise fading to a treacherous whisper. (So, basically nothing. Treacherous whispers were old friends in Lydia’s mind.) “You’re too late. The red house has already been sold.”
Stiles froze. Lydia froze, judging his reaction. Over the phone line, Lydia heard Shea’s breath catch, and then she sighed. “Are you certain there’s no chance of the buyer changing their mind? I mean, if we could place a counteroffer—”
“I’m afraid that there’s no amount of money you could offer that this particular buyer wouldn’t match,” Lydia said with as much gentleness as she could muster. The O’Malleys really were a nice family. “They’re quite dedicated, have a substantial savings account, and are at least as attached to the house as you are.”
Shea’s second sigh was only slightly less audible than the first. “Well, that’s it, then,” she said tiredly. “Thank you for all of your help, Lydia. We all thoroughly enjoyed meeting you the other day.”
“If you still haven’t found a different house in the next few weeks, let me know and I’ll help you keep looking. Free of charge,” Lydia blurted, because she was going to keep the house and Stiles and therefore she could afford to offer a little kindness to the family whose dream home she had just poached.
“Why, that’s very kind of you,” Shea said, oblivious to Lydia’s silent betrayal. “We may just take you up on that offer. Thank you again.”
And after the exchange of a few more pleasantries, she hung up.
“What the fuck?” Stiles said into the resulting silence. “A buyer made an offer on this house, and you didn’t tell me about it?”
Lydia set her phone on the counter. “You don’t really want me to leave.”
Stiles dropped his spatula. “What?”
“Come on, Stiles,” Lydia said. “Who do you think you’re talking to? If you really wanted me to move on, you never would have opened your mouth. I would have walked into this house on that first day, sold it, and walked right back out without ever knowing that you were here.”
“I—” Stiles spluttered. “I was surprised, and I just—”
“Maybe,” Lydia replied. “But that could have been it. I told you not to make it difficult for me to sell this house, and instead you scared off buyer after buyer until I figured out who you were. You say you want me to move on, but you’re here, Stiles. You’re standing right in front of me, and I’m never going to move on when I could have this instead!”
“What do you want me to say?” Stiles demanded. “Do you want an apology? Because I know you deserve one. I—I—I’m sorry for talking to you, I’m sorry for cooking you dinner, I’m sorry for being here! I didn’t mean to make this harder for you, and I’m sorry that I did! Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“NO!”
It wasn’t a banshee scream, but it left Lydia hoarse and aching all the same.
“I don’t want you to be sorry,” she whispered. “I just want you to want me to stay.”
“Well, I am sorry, Lyds. And I can’t give that to you.”
“Stiles—”
“Pick up the phone, Lydia. Call the O’Malleys. Tell them the buyer changed their mind.”
Lydia took a deep breath and looked at the man who was the love of both her life and whatever came after that. “No.”
“Lydia.”
“No, Stiles! I’m not going to do that! These last few weeks have been the happiest weeks of the past ten years. You can’t honestly stand there and expect me to give that up.”
“That’s the thing, though,” he said. “I’m not actually standing here.”
“That doesn’t matter to me.”
“But it should.” Stiles reached out, brushed his fingers through a loose strand of her hair, and then stepped away. “I might not be able to stop you from buying this house, but that doesn’t mean I have to give you a reason to live here.”
There was a whoosh, as if he was opening up that interdimensional doorway again, and then he disappeared.
summary: After 20 years Beacon Hills, the small and mysterious city of California has changed a lot. Scott and his friends need not only deal with the pack but also with their families. After being widowed and raise their two older children, Laura and Zach, alone, Derek married the wonderful Isla, a foreign sweet which is the mother of his youngest daughter, the irreverent teenager Sophia. Scott and Malia finally managed to get through so many adventures and were blessed with the quiet, teenage wolf Oliver. After many successful years in the FBI, Stiles is back with Lydia to the city to take over the police station instead of his retiring father. Lydia is opening a psychologist's office while she and Stiles are figuring out how to be patient with their rebellious son Noah. Despite so many events, they are led by Scott with Derek's advice, battling the city's supernatural affairs and trying to keep their children out of trouble. Everything is going well until Stiles discovers that a dangerous threat is on its way to Beacon Hills and they need to stop it there before it's too late for the city.
So. I’ve been thinking. Now that it’s officially Christmas season (sorry @ Thanksgiving) I’ve been starting to plan out what I want to do for the holidays. And I was thinking of doing a countdown to Christmas with a different Stydia holiday-themed fic every day! A 12 days of Christmas, per se, but with Stydia fluff.
BUT! It’s Christmas, so in the spirit of giving, I’d love if YOU guys sent me Stydia holiday prompts! Either just words or situations or full on prompts, whatever you prefer, you can send me an ask with them. (And if you’d prefer other characters be there too, let me know! I love working the pack into my stories.) I’ll try to work as many of them as possible into the 12 fics, and then I’ll post them all leading up to Christmas!
I’ll take prompts and submissions and such until mid-November, probably (depending on how many I get) so feel free to send in anything you’d like to see for the next couple weeks! Happy holidays, everyone :)
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lydia decides to be the one to tell stiles that the supernatural are plaguing their lives once again again. (post 6x11)
Lydia laid still on her bed. She was...confused. She knew Scott was going to call him eventually, he had to. Not only was he Stiles’ best friend, but he knew that Stiles would be pissed if he didn’t. Especially when it concerned him so much.
But she didn’t want him anywhere near this. She wanted him on the other side of the country, safe from ghost riders who wanted to steal him from existence. She wanted to hear about how excited he was after another day in the FBI program, not about how he was once again having to strategize about how to take down the next big bad.
He deserves better. She thought idly.
Better than Beacon Hills, better than the supernatural mess he was forced to solve. Better than you. A small voice in the back of her head taunted her, she tried to ignore it though. Instead, she reached over her nightstand to grab her phone. The brightness of the screen made her flinch a little, the glaring at the screen that told her it was midnight. She sighed, it would be three am for Stiles.
She didn’t want to wake him, he needed sleep. Especially now, as an FBI agent in training. Although she knew he wasn’t asleep, he never really was anymore. The only time he really got a full night sleep was when he was tangled up with her. Now, she knew he was lucky if he got a few hours. She grimaced, opening her messages.
L: You awake?
L: I know that you are
S: You know me too well
Lydia rolled her eyes at that. She gave in, calling him.
“Hey!” He sounded enthusiastic. She smiled at the sound of his voice, God she missed him.
“Hey,” she was softer. “Sorry for calling so late.”
“Psh, don’t worry about it! It’s no problem Lyds. In case, there is a problem for you...wait is that why you called? Are you okay?” His voice went from his trying-to-be-casual to genuine concern and it made her smile sadly in the dark.
“That’s…” she took a deep breath, “that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“What?!” She could just see Stiles rising out of his chair in worry. “Lydia? Are you okay?!”
“Like I didn’t defer MIT a semester to find myself and focus on my own personal research. It’s because…”
“Because?”
She sighed. “It’s happening again.”
“Lydia...please do not tell me what I think you’re telling me.”
“They’re back, Stiles.”
She could hear him groan on the other end, and she instantly felt bad for dragging him back into this. “Who are we dealing with this time?”
“We don’t quite know yet.”
She paused and she could almost hear Stiles frustration as she didn’t elaborate.
“Lydia…”
“They’re...they’re targeting people’s fears. Scott saw his mom dying. And I-”
Stiles spoke softly. “What was yours Lydia?”
She felt a spare tear roll down the corner of her eye, and quickly wiped it away. “It’s losing you Stiles.”
He softened, his voice getting serious. “You’ll never lose me Lydia. I swear, Lydia. I-”
She cut him off, smiling at how determined he got when it came to her. “It’s okay Stiles. It’s okay. That’s not even why I called.”
“Then why did you call?”
“They’re looking for you Stiles. The wild hunt.”
“What do you mean looking for me?”
“They’re mad. Mad you got out. Mad that I-”
“Mad that you saved me.” He finished for her.
For the first time in a long time, Stiles didn’t have anything else to say. They stayed on the phone for a few moments in silence. Finally, Lydia spoke up again.
“Stiles, I’m sorry. I should’ve called sooner. I just didn’t want to get you in this mess again.”
“Sooner?” Stiles asked, ignoring everything else she said. “Lydia, when did this start happening?”
She pressed her lips together. “A few weeks ago.”
“I’m sorry, weeks? And no one called me?!”
“Stiles, I didn’t want to get you involved in this again!”
“How could no one tell me my friends are in danger? That you, Lydia, are in danger?! No one bothered to even let me know?”
“Stiles.”
“No Lydia, you’ve said enough.”
She sat there, stunned for a moment. Her boyfriend actually hung up on her. How he could not see what she was doing. He was just taken by supernatural creatures, and he was pissed she wanted to keep him away from them. How did he not understand how absolutely terrified she was of losing him?
“Without us?”
“Really dude?” Stiles complained, hopping out of his jeep. “You had to steal my super badass moment?”
The pack, and Derek, simply rolled their eyes at him before greeting both of them. It’d been awhile since they’d seen either one of them. Although six months was bleak compared to years without a word from Hale.
Finally, after he said his hello’s to Scott and Malia, Stiles looked around. “Where’s Lydia?”
“She’s trying to figure out what’s going on.” Malia explained vaguely, earning her a look from Stiles. Before he could ask anymore, the same strawberry blonde (and only one in Beacon Hills) bounded outside.
“Stiles?” A look of sheer awe and confusion struck her features. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Here...to help.” He said somewhat sheepishly. He was ballsy hanging up on her when he wasn’t right in front of her, but now that he was...
“Stiles.” She stalked towards him, her eyes narrowing. “We had an argument two days ago and then you fly out to Beacon Hills?! That’s completely irrational! What about the FBI? What about what I told you Stiles? You’re not safe here!” Lydia went off, all her bottled fears of losing Stiles spilling out. The entire pack was silent, except for Stiles who looked like a child that just got yelled at.
“Lydia…” He closed the distance between them, softening when he looked in her eyes. Sure she sounded angry, but she looked scared.
“You shouldn’t have come back here.” She repeated again, defiantly.
Stiles didn’t care, wrapping his arms around his stubborn girlfriend. Almost instantly she hugged him back, peeling away from him to bring his lips down to hers.
After several uncomfortable moments for the pack, the two pulled away. “Lydia,” Stiles started. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I got all mad and hung up. I just. I couldn’t bare the thought of you, of the pack but especially you, in danger and no one even bothered to tell me!” The pack all looked at Stiles funnily, but he didn’t even take his eyes off of Lydia.
“I know, I know.” She nodded. “But Stiles, they’re looking for you. The wild hunt, they want you back and-”
“Lydia,” he leaned down to her eye level. “Nothing’s ever going to take me from you. Never again.”
She nodded, wiping a spare tear from her cheek. She was still mad at him, but that’d have to wait. At least now he knew why she didn’t call in the first place.
The tension broke for the rest of the pack as well, who did nothing but stood there awkwardly as the couple worked out their issues.
“I’m going to be honest.” Derek eventually broke the silence as the pack looked at him. “I really thought he was lying to me when Stiles told me you two were finally dating.”
Lydia laughed, Stiles sporting a smug smile. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind now that the couple could get through anything.
Bestie give us some stydia rec( in like a alternative universe please
I haven't read a lot of Stydia AUs, but the ones I have read have been incredible. The kind you want to read and immediately reread.
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Cold Bones. Yeah, That's My Love. by my friend, @kylermalloy. This one left me shook. It's delightfully dark with moments of Stydia so soft you will melt. Read. Enjoy. Cry. (Don't say I didn't warn you.)
Twenty Minutes; Cross My Heart Not exactly an AU, but this alternative 3b fic heals so many wounds.
Also, from one end to the other, which puts a completely different spin on post-3b Stydia. Found this on one of my deep dives into the Stydia category, and I was blown away. The fic I never knew I needed in my life. It's... It's... Just read it!
If you're looking for a fix-it for the movie that does not exist, I highly recommend Just Say You Won't Let Go, which happens to be by another of my awesome friends, @yourenotdonefighting. It's perfection. Proof positive that fanfic writers understand Stiles and Lydia better than their creator.
And, in case I haven't been plugging it enough 😉 I'm currently posting a (not-so) little fic called, That's Where You'll Find Me. It's a post 5x16 Teen Wolf/Wizard of Oz AU. I've been working on this one for years, and I'd really love it if you would come along for the ride. The first eight chapters are already up. Chapter 9 drops this Sunday.
Hi again😊, I saw the ask tab and have an important question 😉
(This by no means should make you feel presured or anything, since I know how long they take) but will you be posting any fics soon? Or any insight to any upcoming stories about our favourite couple; (maybe a sneak peak)?? Again, no presure; just a questions from one (amature, me) writer to another.😊
Hi, sweetness😊 the short answer to your question is… I don’t know. The longer version is that I’m about halfway through a multi-chapter, one which I conceptualized four years ago but only started writing after I finished Falling Slowly. Unlike my other multi-chaps, I plan to complete this one before posting anything—which in this case means, probably not until sometime next spring (...or later). There are a few other ideas for one-shots rolling around in my head, but I haven’t had the motivation to start writing any of them yet. If I do, it's likely one of those would post before my WIP.
As far as posting previews, generally speaking, I’m much too much of a control freak to do that😅 But, since it is going to be quite some time before I’m ready to post the new fic, maybe I’ll be inspired to share a few lines or bits of conversations here from time to time. For now, what I will say is that it's set after 5x16, so be prepared for some serious Stydia closeness😉. Also, it's an AU (of sorts), my first ever.
Thanks for the question. Your interest in my writing means a lot🧡💙
