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Freedom has many forms but it always ends up looking like you (start of a fic??)
"No! No!!! I told you I'd kill you if I ever saw you again! Get out!" Tracy screams at the intruder walking into Maria's trailer. Maria – used to having Tracy, sweet and shy Tracy, as her makeup artist – jumps in her chair and frowns at the young woman instead of the young man who just opened the door.
Leaning against the open door of the trailer, several PAs walking behind him going one way or another, Theo chuckles with a smug grin. "I told them you wouldn't be happy to see me."
"Yeah, I wonder why!" She makes a vague gesture as if to say 'we haven't seen each other in 10 years and you show up at my job, the one thing that allowed me to break free from the chaos of Beacon Hills'. When that doesn't eaen her an apology, she exclaims, "You tried to kill me!"
"He did what!?" Maria exclaims with a baritone voice, meaning business. With only foundation on and some dark contour, the actress rolls up her sleeves, about to teach that stranger not to mess with her beloved makeup artist!
Tracy puts a hand on her shoulder to keep her from getting up but her eyes never leave Theo as she represses the urge to shift and really show him how displeased she is to see him.
"That's a lot of rage for someone's whose hands aren't clean either…" Theo says, keeping the smirk and crossing his arms.
As she blinks, her eyes switches from normal to reptilian slits but Tracy quickly grips Theo's arm and brings him outside. With a quick and half-hearted reassurance to Maria, she closes the trailer door and yanks Theo to a distant row of mostly empty trailers, hopefully far enough that no one will hear them and where Theo Fucking Raeken won't be able to ruin her life! Again!
"Did you really just come here to-"
"It's Hayden."
Those words halt Tracy whose breath hitches for a second. Still, the mountain of unresolved feelings in her heart won't be so easily deterred.
"What about Hayden?" she asks with more venom, but the name leaving her tongue calms her down in a way that she isn't quite ready to feel. She closes her hands into fists, controlling herself not to let her claws and fangs show. Just seeing Theo's face makes her want to bash his head into-
"She's missing."
A bone-deep shiver bursts her anger like a balloon and she's left there, cold and panicked.
"What? She's…" No, that can't be. She called her just… damn, was it really 4 months ago?
"She didn't leave anything, no note, no warning. She didn't even tell her sister. It's been a week and we still don't know what got her."
"I- I…" Panicking, Tracy's claws come out and she barely noticies it, searching Theo's eyes for proof that he's lying. Unfortunately, the urgency breaking at the edges of his stoic expression if too easy to see. He's always far more relaxed when he lies. "W-Well, she didn't come here and she didn't tell me anything either, I-"
"But you could find her," Theo stops her immediately, looking annoyed, like she said something stupid. Tracy frowns, trying to find sense in Theo's words. She shakes her head. "Yes, you can. You're still tethered to her. She's still your-"
"Don't say it!" She almost jumps on him, her claws already dripping with venom merely an inch from his face.
Yet, he doesn't move. Instead, he snorts. "You think I wouldn't feel it when you cut our master-kanima bond? You think I wouldn't know you asked Hayden to be your m-"
"She wasn't like you! Isn't like you! She was never my…" She can't get herself to say it, the word making her nauseous. And just like a balm, she remembers that night, the warmth of it, the acceptance of it. It had been a few weeks since Theo had started using the bond like a bad owner uses a leash and Hayden had promised her she would fix it. They met up in Hayden's room in the dead of night. They sat on the floor, candles casting warm glows on their faces. It had been just Hayden and her, whispering to each other, giggling before scolding themselves to take this seriously, like two kids pretending they could do witchcraft. But Hayden had promised she would fix it and she did. Somehow, Theo's hold on her had suddenly disappeared. Hayden had smiled at her and Tracy had felt like, for once, everything would be alright. Hayden's smile meant an eternity of comfort then. A lifetime of sunny tomorrows. "And she immediately gave me power over myself. She allowed me to be my own… master."
Theo's familiar snidely expression falls for a moment and Tracy barely recognizes him. His voice is almost regretful when he says, "I think we both know it doesn't work like that, Tracy. It's a nice sentiment… but at the end of the day, you're still a kanima. Just because she didn't try to control you doesn't mean she never could."
There it is again, that nausea. Her heart pounding in her throat, Tracy feels slightly dizzy as her soul seems to crack open in half. Shaking from rage and tears prickling her eyes, Tracy can't get herself to fight back because this is something, although she had denied and ignored it vehemently, she always kind of knew on a molecular level. Breathing in shaky breath after shaky breath and blinking the tears away, the weight of knowing she'll always, no matter what, search for a hand to lick seems to crush her windpipe. All she can do is send a nasty, vengeful glare at the man who had dared to say this with such indifference.
"You should be happy, this is good news."
Tracy scoffs, shaking her head and angrily wiping the few tears falling down her cheek.
"That bond between you two, it goes both ways. It means that-"
Tracy looks up, her red, wet eyes staring straight at Theo. "I can help find her," she says through a sigh of relief, her face squaring with certainty.
(im kinda cheating coz this is just the start of the fic but.... oh well) For a total of 30 pts for the @teenwolffemslashcollection :)) 🎉 (reconnecting 10pts + platonic 10pts (unrequited love will bite yr ass lol but what if it wasn't as platonic on Hayden's side as Tracy thought it was👀) + working a case 10pts)
a lil Malydia for @teenwolffemslashcollection s summer bingo !!! There was only one bed…. They don’t seem to complain about it tho. I wanna try and do them all and this one I had the clearest idea for
Lydia is overheating (<- was overheating when they started drawing this). I know Malia is canonically a big spoon but I rather wanted to draw her all coyote curled into a ball + for some other hc reasons related to Lydia
"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.
Inspired by the @teenwolffemslashcollection's Autumn Dice Event featuring the prompts new beginnings and transformation.
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The woman stood barefoot in front of the cold marble statue and pleaded for help, tears streaming down her cheeks. The full moon rose high in the sky and the help the woman sought was granted - but everything is known to come with a price.
AU, where Lydia, wronged by a man in her village flees to the woods where she seeks the help of the Goddess. Cora - the Goddess Lydia was asking for help, grants her the Voice, for what later comes a greater price.
for @teenwolffemslashcollection femslash summer bingo 💜
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Allison Argent/Cora Hale/Lydia Martin
Characters: Allison Argent, Cora Hale, Lydia Martin
Additional Tags: Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Vaginal Fingering, First Time, Threesome - F/F/F, Bisexual Allison Argent, Bisexual Lydia Martin
Series: Part 1 of tw summer femslash bingo
Summary:
"No one wants to fuck me." Lydia complained. "And my best friend is entirely unsympathetic."
"I would fuck you," Cora said from the floor.
Lydia looked at Allison. Allison looked at Lydia. Together they leaned over the side of the bed and looked down at Cora.
Cora blinked up at them. "What? Was I not supposed to say that?"
@teenwolffemslashcollection for the summer bingo <3. prompts used: ot3 and hot, hot, hot!
'floriography' is the use of flowers to communicate. although used across the world, the term language of flowers commonly refers to a system that was popularised in victorian england, where flowers were often used to deliver messages that social ettiquette would not allow to be spoken. in this context, cornflower was sometimes used to convey the message be gentle with me, while wild roses communicated the sentiment of pleasure and pain.
