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welshwoman1988 · 5 years

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Your Blood In My Veins - A Complication

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(I dedicate this chapter to @onesentenceanon, who makes sure I’m always writing, and @misfitmonarchythings, who reminded me I was even writing this story!)

(Also, light trigger warning: there is self harm in here, Stiles hurts himself to help Lydia(but he’s also a vampire, so idk?) Maybe have a friend give it a read over before diving in? It’s merely a sentence at the end of the paragraph starting with “Humming lowly...” and doesn’t really go into it more after that. There is also a description of a dead body, but not in too much detail.)

Enjoy!

There is nothing but static at first, a dull buzzing that grows louder and louder, filling his body until he feels as if he will scream from it. Only then does it stop, instead turning into a lullaby that makes warmth flow from his head to his toes, a warmth that has more to do with the woman singing than with the lullaby itself...

Those feelings are overcome by soft hands and words, MommaAlphaSafetyHome holding him close, guiding him and loving him as he makes mistakes, praising him and so proud when he does something right and all he wants is to be just like her, mimics her whenever she visits other Packs and revels in her laughter when she catches him at it.

That too is overcome by the smell of burning flesh and screams, a scalding heat that crawls up his arms and licks at his legs, pulled back by an embrace he fights as he screams and pleads and-

A hospital room with a steady metronome of a beeping heart monitor, a man in a bed that is the last of his family and all his fault. He weeps and begs to stay, to not abandon Peter to humans that do not understand what they are or how they work, but those same hands that pulled him away from the house now tug him away from his Uncle-

A dark, dank room in a city with too many sounds, too many smells, everything is just pressing in on him like his guilt isn’t enough to suffocate under. It’s all a wall of wailsperfumesexhatejealousystupidliarfuckyoutooloudtoomuchmakeitstop-

BigsisterAlphatoosoonImsorry is leaving, and she’s ordering him to stay behind, doesn’t even hug him goodbye, just leaves and he’s stuck in a room for so long he thinks he will go crazy when she doesn’t answer her phone, hollow feeling in his chest feels like it’s gotten bigger and he’s in his car, wishing, praying, not Laura please-

She looks almost normal, as long as he just looks at her face, as long as he thinks of this like the end of a full moon when she got so tired, she just passed out in the leaves and Mom had to carry her back home, smiling the whole time, oh, Mom, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-

Peter is back, but he’s not Peter, he’s wrongangryhurtspoison and he follows where Peter says to go, listens when Peter says to hurt, tries so hard to be a good Beta because somehow Peter knows-

Uncle laying in the dirt, burned again, his fault again and when he drags his claws across his neck, Uncle almost looks relieved-

Three, just three, so alone, wants a Pack, a family and his Bitten brother hates him, pushes him away, not my Alpha, no. Just wants someone to run with, teach about the Moon and the Pull, someone to chase away the cold-

Fuzzballlittlesistersodifferentbuthere is alive and Peter has come back somehow, and the Bitten boy is slinking around, can’t let him become Omega, Omegas die, and then there are Hunters on the land, a strange smell that calls to him, what is it, who are they...?

Stiles doesn’t know when or how he moved, but the Alpha is cradled in his arms much like a child seeking comfort. It would be almost the same visage, if not for the pounding of Derek’s heart and the line of blood dripping from his wrist.

Unable to help himself, Stiles licks the line before it can hit Derek's elbow, the soft noise that Derek makes hidden under the canopy of growls his Pack releases at the action.

It takes a few moments before Derek can move away, his wound healing sluggishly as he staggers to his feet. Stiles keeps his arms out, ready to catch him if he falls, but does not move any closer to the Alpha. He has a feeling that he might be on the business end of a bunch of angry wolves if he tries.

“Does-” Derek’s voice comes out in a rasp that makes Stiles wonder what else the man would give him if asked. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get the chance to think upon it for too long before Derek clears his throat and tries again.

“Does she need blood as well?”

It takes Stiles a second, always a little off kilter after he feeds, but when he realizes what Derek is offering, Stiles smoothly raises from his sitting position to block Derek’s gaze on his blood-sister.

“That will not be necessary. She can feed from me.”

Derek’s brow furrows, even as he takes a step forward. “I can-”

“No.”

The single word reverberates around the clearing with the force of an Alpha order, but all it does is make Derek’s brow furrow even further and Lydia sigh from behind him. He knows that he’s being unreasonable, but the thought of anyone else feeding off of Derek, even his own blood-sister, makes him want to rend and tear.

“I would be more than willing to let the young miss feed from me.”

Stiles had sensed the other man shifting from wolf to human, so he does not startle at the new voice. Lydia makes a noise in the back of her throat that says she isn’t impressed by the tall man preening in front of her, her fangs lengthening in a smile that is more the baring of her teeth.

“I’ve already tasted that toxic mess you call your blood. I’m more of a mind to just rip your head off than drink from you.”

Peter grins at that, body shifting as if to pounce, but before Stiles can move in front of Lydia, Derek is snarling at his Uncle and the man subsides with a petulant grumble. Giving both Stiles and Lydia his back, something that makes one of his wolves whine in distress, Derek takes that moment to address the lot of them.

“Boyd, Isaac, make sure those Hunters are out of our territory and see if you can find out why they were here. Scott, Erica, make sure we missed nothing chasing them out and if we need to renew the wards around the perimeter. Peter, go back to the Pack House and make sure that the guest rooms are ready for our new occupants.”

There are a few grumbles from the wolves, but no one slips back into their human skins to argue, and a few growls from Derek have them moving to complete their assignments.

Stiles doesn’t even realize that there is still a wolf with them until Cora woofs lowly from where she’s laying near Lydia's feet.

Humming lowly (and trying not panic about the fact he’s learned more from feeding off of Derek than he has on anyone else, that he knows not only Cora and Peter's names, but their entire complicated relationship with Derek), Stiles moves to Lydia’s side, drawing his pinky nail across his wrist before offering it to her.

Lydia makes a hum of her own before bringing Stiles’ offering to her lips, a slight rush of air letting him know that Cora has shifted to her human skin.

“You wolves really don’t have a problem with nudity, do you?”

His quip makes Derek snort and Cora huff out a breath, both Hale's eyes on were Lydia is feeding from him, expressions too blank for Stiles to get a read on their moods. Their heartbeats are too even, and scents hidden to gather any clues that way, either.

It makes the hair on the back of Stiles' neck rise, a familiar uneasy feeling settling in his stomach as Lydia finally pulls away.

“Thank you for your help, but I believe it might be better if my sister and I just left now.”

That gets him a pair of furrowed brows, and another huff of breath from Cora before she flatly states, “You may have fed, Vampire, but you’re far from fully healed. You’ll stay with us until you’ve regained your health at least.”

“A few deer would work just as well-”

“Stiles.”

Sighing heavily, Stiles withdraws his arm from his blood-sister and glances at her for only a moment. She wasn’t lying when she said that Stiles had been in the Hunter’s ‘care’ longer than she had; where she had only a few weeks, Stiles had been there for months and he was still feeling the effects of that entrapment. Perhaps he should follow Lydia’s lead for now, despite his misgivings about how much he drew from Derek in a single feeding.

Nodding once, Stiles pulls his sister to her feet and lets his eyes traveling over their companions before stating, “Are you going to be our guides, then? Or just making sure we don’t wander off on the way to your lovely home?”

“Who says that it has to be just one of those things?” Cora grins at him, a baring of teeth much like his had been when he showed the ‘wolves just what it was they found, a wink thrown in when she meets Lydia’s gaze.

Stiles decides that he likes her.

“How about the vampires that have already been captured and held against their will?” Lydia quips but allows herself to be led, eyeing Cora over with interest herself. Stiles smoothers a giggle at how Derek frowns at that, knowing now that it is more to do with Cora being his baby sister than anything else.

Well, mostly anything else… They are still strangers here, no matter how much Stiles gleaned from feeding from Derek.

Speaking of the man, he has yet to shift back to his wolf form and is looking at Stiles like he isn’t sure quite what to do with him. It’s fitting, since Stiles isn’t sure what to do with himself either, something that hasn’t happened since he was still human.

He blames the Hunters, blames how much he fed from the man – he’s never taken that much, was always so careful, knows that it is only the ‘wolf metabolism that is keeping Derek upright despite the shaking of his knees that Stiles can see oh-so-clearly – but thankfully Lydia keeps her head while he’s losing his and asks questions as they walk.

Stiles just watches Derek as he fights with himself on whether they should stay, or just run as far away as he can from the man that has him clenching his jaw to keep his fangs from dropping at the thought of feeding from him again…

#My Writing #Your Blood In My Veins #Vampire!Stiles #Vampire!Lydia #Full Shift Wolves #Alternate Universe #Alpha Derek #Victoria Writes #Victoria Writes Fanfiction #TW: Cutting

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princessknifefingers · 6 years

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Strawberry Rose

An Allydia fic (also on ao3)

Countess Lydia Martin stood beside a wide marble pillar in the ballroom, her face half-obstructed by her delicate, white lace fan as she surveyed the people gathered with her shrewd gaze. There was a heavy tension in the air, but the guests in attendance wore carefully crafted masks of coquettish smiles and demure glances, as though unaware of the political strife that hung like a thick fog around the hosts they gossiped about.

This was a Hale Ball. And while that was not unusual in itself, it was a particularly alluring party because the Argents, whom everyone knew to be the long time enemies of the Hales, but whom nobody had actually met yet, had been invited to this ball from their distant kingdom as a gesture of good intent while they had been shunned from all others. It was also rumored that young Prince Derek Hale was seeking to be wed soon, and was using this ball to sort his prospects.

Everyone who was anyone was at the Hale Ball tonight.

Prince Hale had yet to make his appearance, but Lydia was not concerned about him. While he was handsome, surely, and had a pleasant surliness she knew a lucky somebody would certainly appreciate, she was looking for someone of quite a different type for herself.

She allowed the pleasant trills of the string quartet playing in the corner of the room to flow over her as she lazily waved the fan at herself, watching as more guests filtered in. She recognized some instantly, and others, she knew not at all.

Baron Jackson Whittemore arrived, looking haughty and too self-important, dressed fittingly in a peacock green coat as he strutted in. Lydia frowned slightly, knowing that her own dress was a pale seafoam, and wondered, not for the first time, how Baron Whittemore, who seemed quite enamoured with Lydia, always managed to coordinate his attire to match the young Countess’s.

Lydia did not return his affections.

Earl Vernon Boyd and his Earless Erica followed shortly after, which was unsurprising as they were often early to Hale Balls, being close companions to Prince Hale as they were. They wore matching hues of indigo, Erica’s gown a fine silk, and the pair of them strolled briskly toward the large staircase at the end of the room where the three Hale siblings would no doubt soon be descending, fashionably late to their own party, as they often were.

Viscount Isaac Lahey made his appearance next, in cerulean, which complimented his eyes well. He spotted the Earl and Earless Boyd and made his way over to them quickly. Lydia gave the three of them little attention.

The next to enter was announced as Marquis Mieczyslaw Stilinski, whom the Countess had never heard of, and who appeared to be the first of the Argent party to arrive. He was dressed in a deep crimson ensemble of fine velvet that complimented his pale complexion. He had an upturned nose and a splattering of moles across his visage and a somewhat charming restless energy about him, but Lydia found her gaze passing to the next guest quite immediately, eager now to see what other new faces the tentative alliance with the Argents would bring.

It was announced that Comte Scott McCall was the next to arrive, shortly behind the Marquis Stilinski, and it was quite obvious that they were very close friends. Comte McCall had hair that was a bit longer than was fashionable and he wore a coffee colored outfit.

Lydia let out a small sigh of slight irritation. So far, only men and one woman who was already wed had arrived. She was growing tired of watching dull person after dull person enter the ballroom, taking notes on their attire so that she might gossip about who was fashionable and who was not at the next garden party or tea gathering she attended. Indeed, her life had been feeling dull for some time lately, her sharp mind agitated by the idle conversation of her peers, and she longed for a striking companion. Someone strong, impressive, but with a softness as well, and beautiful, of course. Like a rose, blossoming with delicate petals amongst powerful thorns.

Losing herself in her thoughts, the Countess was pulled from her contemplations by the announcement of the final arrivals of the Argent group. A pair of ladies entered the ballroom.

The first was announced as Duchesse Kathryn Argent, who seemed rather older than most in attendance for such a party, but was striking all the same. She had straight blonde hair that framed her face and she wore a dress of deepest violet, and she would have seemed quite beautiful had she not been standing beside the young lady that she entered with.

This beauty was announced as Princesse Allison Argent, and Lydia felt her breath catch and her heart palpitate as her eyes met the dark chocolate gaze that pierced her own from across the room. She was startled to find that she could not meet those eyes for long and swept her vision away, taking in the sight of long brunette curls. Her face had a pretty innocence about it, but a strength as well, and she held herself with a certain confidence and grace that might seem befitting of a deer, perhaps, if a deer could take the breath from the room with a single glance. The young woman was dressed in a pale lavender gown of silk that complimented the ensemble of her companion, and they made a stunning pair.

Lydia knew that it was Allison whom she would be conversing with for much of that night, though she knew many others would seek her attention. The game of the party had begun.

She scanned across the room from behind her fan, watching as other eyes flicked to the four members of the Argent party, as other guests picked their prey for the game of conversation. Lydia was not intimidated. Her gaze drifted back to the Argents, spotting Marquis Stilinski and Comte McCall laughing with each other, ignorant to the eyes that focused on them from all sides, Duchesse Argent peering around the room, obviously an experienced player of the game herself, and the Princesse still with her gaze set on Lydia.

Lydia slid her fan to the side and let a smile that was almost genuine cross her face, and watched with satisfaction as a pair of dimples and a small grin appeared upon the pretty visage of the young Argent maiden, before Princesse Argent cast her doe eyes downward. Lydia wondered if she was truly shy or if she was playing the game of glances.

The Countess folded her lace fan and gracefully held it at her side as she took a step forward, intending to mingle among the masses toward the Princesse and engage her in pleasant conversation. Her heart was beating quickly with anticipation in a way it never did at these balls, her mind racing with excitement at the thoughts of making a new acquaintance of such a lovely person. Information on the Argents was scarce. It was rumored that they had been allies with the Hales once long ago, but that some generations before they had had a falling out of sorts, and had been engaged in conflict ever since—never had a true battle broken out, but there had been several rumors of suspected espionage on both sides. It was tense.

It was no great leap of thought, then, to wonder if the Hales had invited the Argents to the ball in hopes that Prince Hale might select one of the young guests of their party as a prospect for his marriage, if this was indeed a pool for his selection as it was rumored to be. A true alliance between the kingdoms would finally put the tension at ease and could prevent the taking up of arms, which otherwise could be imminent.

He would have to choose someone other than the Princesse though, for Lydia had already decided to pursue her.

Lydia had only taken a few steps away from the pillar when the quartet paused in the song, then struck up the fanfare that signalled the entrance of the Hale siblings. Everyone stopped their conversation and turned toward the large staircase on one end of the room.

The staircase was grand, made of fine marble like the rest of the room, with golden railings. It was wider near the bottom where the railings flared forward and spiraled off, and it lead to a landing where there were two smaller staircases on either side, leading up to the higher levels of the castle where the Hales resided. It was from these smaller staircases that the Hales began their descent, the Prince from the one on the right by himself, and his two sisters, Princesses Laura and Cora, from the one on the left. They were attired in elegant black clothing, which was typical of the Hales, and matched their dark colored hair. Prince Hale wore his usual expression of disdain, while Princess Laura’s pale eyes twinkled in amusement. Princess Cora simply looked bored.

When their fine shoes graced the floor of the ballroom, stepping finally off the staircase, the fanfare ended and the quartet started up the revelry of the dance music once more. The guests turned back to one another, commenting on the handsomeness of the royal siblings, while Earl and Earless Boyd approached Prince Hale, and the Princesses began to politely mingle.

Lydia slid her gaze to the Argents once again, and saw that Baron Whittemore was in conversation with Marquis Stilinski and Comte McCall, and must have been making an ass of himself, for the laughter that they had been wearing so easily earlier was stricken off their faces. Instead, they looked to be slightly angry. Duchesse Argent had a hungry, calculating gaze set on Prince Hale, which was not surprising to Lydia in the slightest.

The Princesse Argent was smiling her pretty dimpled smile, currently in conversation with Viscount Lahey, which was somewhat of a surprise. Viscount Lahey always greeted Prince Hale first and foremost at these parties, for it was known that he was a good companion to the Prince, and that the Prince sought the company of his friends more than the company of the masses.

Lydia made her way through the crowd to the other side of the ballroom, reaching the Argent party with swift confidence.

“Viscount Lahey,” she greeted with a sharp smile, “Princesse Argent,” she continued, her smile softening slightly as she looked up into those deep, beautiful eyes again, watching with delight as a soft pink blush graced the other woman’s cheeks. The Princesse was quite a height taller than the Countess, which she did not mind at all, as she found that most people were taller than her. “I trust your travel has treated you well?”

“Countess Martin,” Viscount Lahey responded before Princesse Argent could reply, his voice carrying an edge of displeasure to it, although usually he was more or less indifferent to Lydia, “I see you have grown weary of your astute observing and have decided to join the party.”

Lydia raised her eyebrows, but otherwise showed no offense to Viscount Lahey’s boldness. “I was simply admiring the views of the estate,” she explained with an air of casualness, keeping her eyes locked on Princesse Argent’s gaze, “It is quite pleasurable tonight.”

Princesse Argent gave a small laugh and brought her hand up to her mouth, finally looking away quickly toward the ground. “It is a nice castle,” she said, “Many beautiful sights indeed.” Her eyes slowly drifted back to look into Lydia’s. Lydia took a deep breath. She extended her free hand.

“Would you care to dance, Princesse Argent?” she asked boldly, her voice soft but sure. She knew what she wanted, and she could sense the desire already blooming between them. It was pointless to wait, especially when so many others would be seeking a conversation. Viscount Lahey looked aghast, but was silent.

The Princesse parted her lips in an expression of slight surprise, but quickly her expression changed to one of quiet amusement and intense intrigue. She glanced for a moment at Duchesse Argent, but the other woman was already gone, making her way across the room toward the Hales. Princesse Argent placed her hand in Lydia’s hand and gave a sure nod. “Yes, I would love to, Countess,” she spoke.

Lydia’s smile widened. Before they turned to the dance floor, she turned toward Baron Whittemore and the two men from the Argent party.

“Baron Whittemore,” she greeted, not giving him a chance to reply when he turned to her, “Hold this for me.” She placed her lace fan in his hand, knowing he would do anything she asked. As she suspected, he furrowed his brow and took the fan, grimacing as he noticed the Princesse’s hand in Lydia’s own. “And stop making a fool of yourself.” With that, she turned briskly toward the dance floor, Princesse Argent trailing behind her.

The quartet just started up a new song when they stepped onto the dance space, taking position for the waltz. Lydia kept up a confident air, although she felt much less like herself beneath her façade of sureness. She took Princesse Argent’s hands into her own, feeling the soft warmth of them against her skin, and stepped in time with her, their breath mingling as they came close together as the dance continued. Lydia could almost see the sparks flying between them as her heart continued to pound in her chest, her stomach swooping each time the dance steps required them to move their bodies close together, nearly touching in their closeness. She could tell Princesse Argent could feel it too, for she was no longer smiling, but instead looking at Lydia with an intensity in her dark eyes.

When the song ended, both of them slightly out of breath, Princesse Argent lead Lydia off the dance floor to the edge of the room, beside another pillar. They still held hands.

For several moments, the pair continued to stand in silence. They did not look at each other any longer, but their hands gripped each other, and Lydia could feel Princesse Argent’s pulse through her fingers, delicate but quick, excited as her own. She glanced about the room to distract herself from the intensity of the moment, noticing that Duchesse Argent had cornered Prince Hale and that he looked quite disinterested about it. Instead, his gaze flickered to Marquis Stilinski, who was gesticulating largely while explaining something to Earl and Earless Boyd, both of whom looked quite amused by his antics.

Lydia was pulled from her thoughts and observations by a featherlight touch on her arm. She turned to Princesse Argent, who gave her a small, shy smile. The other girl seemed to take a deep breath to embolden herself. “Would you care for a stroll in the garden, Countess?” she asked.

Lydia returned her smile with complete sincerity.

“Yes,” she replied.

They were silent once more when they first exited the castle. The summer air was warm and pleasant around them, the crescent moon reflected in the fountained pond in the center of the gardens, around which the flowery plants were carefully landscaped. It was not a particularly large garden, but it was not very small, either. A few other guests walked along the paths as well, enjoying the fresh night atmosphere.

Lydia glanced up at Princesse Argent to find her looking down at her, and she grinned and looked away again, then linked their arms together. She lead the other lady down one of the farther paths, toward the back of the pond, where the roses grew. Lanterns had been lit to guide the way, and Lydia could make out the different colors of the flowers in the dim light. Red, white, pink, and orange, and mixes of them all.

She leaned toward an orange and pink rose and picked it from the bush, holding it out to the Princesse.

“This is my favorite kind of rose,” Lydia explained, “and roses are my favorite kind of flower. They are so strong and resilient, yet beautiful and soft. I would like you to have this,” she felt an uncharacteristic blush rising to her face and began to feel a little foolish, “for I feel it is almost as pretty as you, Princesse Argent.”

Princesse Argent blushed deeply and brought the rose to her face, inhaling deeply. “Please, Countess. Call me Allison. I would like for us to become...friends,” she said gently.

“Alright, Allison. You may call me Lydia.”

“Lydia…” Allison unlinked their arms and turned toward Lydia so they were facing each other, and her expression turned more serious. “I know we have just met, but I feel something so deep when I look at you. You are a very striking person.”

“You are just as striking,” Lydia replied, reaching out to hold both of Allison’s hands in her own. “Allison,” she continued, her voice a little louder as she built herself up for what she was about to say next, “Would it be alright if I kissed you?” She knew she was being incredibly bold, but she could not stop herself, feeling emboldened by the energy between them, the heat of the dance still sparking in her veins.

Allison’s gorgeous eyes widened before a smile graced her lips. “You continue to surprise me.” Her smile turned slightly sly. She pretended to contemplate the question for a few moments, which seemed to stretch on eternally to Lydia, before she finally replied, “You may kiss me.”

Before Lydia could react, Allison leaned forward and pressed her pink lips against Lydia’s painted red ones. Lydia widened her eyes before sweeping them closed, letting out a soft sound of pleasure and sliding her hands forward from where they gripped Allison’s hands to run along her arms, then up into her brown curls while Allison slipped her own hands around the other girl’s waist, still holding the rose in one hand. Her lips were soft but sure, warm and pleasant, and Lydia moved her own lips against them, and was pleased when Allison enthusiastically parted her own lips in response.

Lydia took the opportunity to slip her tongue inside, licking into the other girl’s mouth and smiling against her lips when she drew out a soft moan from the brunette. They continued to kiss with intense passion, Allison’s free hand gripping tightly onto her dress, until they both had to pull away to breathe, their breaths coming in and out in quick puffs.

“That was amazing,” Allison commented, a little breathlessly.

Lydia could only nod in agreement. She roamed her gaze over the other woman, taking in the sight of her, noting the wildness of her hair from the way Lydia’s hands had been tangling in the curls, and the redness of her lips. Lydia was sure she looked just as debauched. She ran a useless hand through the other girl’s hair, trying to give her a look of propriety once more. If they returned to the party like this, everyone would know what they had done.

Lydia was not sure she even cared. Let the masses gossip.

Still catching her breath, Lydia slowly slid her hands out from Allison’s hair and smoothed them down her dress instead, while Allison pulled her hands away from Lydia’s waist, clutching the rose, smiling brightly and letting out a small, beautiful laugh. The pair met eyes again, then suddenly looked away, the glance too heated after what they had just done.

“Allison,” Lydia began after a few moments of silence, “I must know, when are you planning to return to your kingdom?”

The brunette gave a knowing smile. “I am hoping to remain in Beacon Hills for at least this season, although I may not return for even some time after that,” she replied.

Lydia returned the other lady’s expression. “Then, dear Princesse, I would like to formally invite you to join me for tea tomorrow afternoon at my estate.”

“That would be lovely,” Allison responded.

Lydia took one of Allison’s hands in her own, rubbing her thumb gently over the back of it and guided her back to the castle. Lydia felt no shame for what she had done, walking with her back straight as Allison held the rose between her fingers, placing the petals to her lips, displaying the romantic gift to the guests of the party as she walked back inside. The pair felt the gazes upon them, some surprised, some jealous, some happy, some indifferent, but they ignored them all.

Duchesse Argent was seething beside one of the pillars, but her anger seemed directed towards something other than Lydia and Allison. Indeed, she was ignoring the pair. Marquis Stilinski was nowhere to be found, and neither was Prince Hale, while Comte McCall was in a dance with Viscount Lahey, the both of them looking very content.

Lydia brought Allison to the Duchesse’s side and kissed the brunette’s hand, smiling when the action brought a blush to her dimpled cheeks.

“I await you tomorrow,” she said in a near-whisper. Allison nodded, and their hands lingered in each other’s clutches for a time until Lydia finally slipped away, maneuvering through the dwindling crowd of bodies toward the front entrance of the castle, for the night was getting later and while the dances were still well in motion, some guests were beginning to tire and felt it was time to depart.

Lydia felt, for the first time in quite a long awhile, true anticipation. She entered her gilded carriage and could not stop herself from smiling at the thought of the coming day and what it might bring.

#femslashfebruary2018 #allydia #fanfiction #3k #historical au #royalty au #idk if my followers will like this #but i do not care #i cant post this to my sterek blog because it is not sterek lol #enjoy

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moontched · 2 years

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𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 | CORA HALE

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tcrroradius-a · 5 years

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△ { ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ ɴᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴇs } — dbd

△ { ɪs ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ } — b99

△ { ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɪɴᴛ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɪɴᴛ ɴᴏ ʏᴏᴜ } — spn

△ { ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ } — tw

△ { ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴅᴇ } — permanent calls

△ { ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ } — answered

△ { ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ } — images

△ { ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇᴄʜᴏ } — starter call

△ { ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴜsʏ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ } — open starter

MUSE TAGS

allison.

「◈ allison argent — visage. ◈」

「◈ allison argent — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ allison argent — answered. ◈」

「◈ allison argent — study. ◈」

「◈ allison argent — threads. ◈」

「◈ allison argent — open starter. ◈」

「◈ allison argent — musings. ◈」

「◈ allison argent — desires. ◈」

「◈ allison ☓ stiles — dynamic ◈」

「◈ allison ☓ lydia — dynamic ◈」

「◈ allison ☓ scott — dynamic ◈」

「◈ allison ☓ isaac — dynamic ◈」

amy.

「◈ amy santiago — visage. ◈」

「◈ amy santiago — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ amy santiago — answered. ◈」

「◈ amy santiago — study. ◈」

「◈ amy santiago — threads. ◈」

「◈ amy santiago — open starter. ◈」

「◈ amy santiago — musings. ◈」

「◈ amy santiago — desires. ◈」

「◈ amy ☓ jake — dynamic ◈」

「◈ amy ☓ rosa — dynamic ◈」

anna.

「◈ anna milton — visage. ◈」

「◈ anna milton — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ anna milton — answered. ◈」

「◈ anna milton — study. ◈」

「◈ anna milton — threads. ◈」

「◈ anna milton — open starter. ◈」

「◈ anna milton — musings. ◈」

「◈ anna milton — desires. ◈」

「◈ anna ☓ dean — dynamic ◈」

「◈ anna ☓ castiel — dynamic ◈」

ashley.

「◈ ashley brown — visage. ◈」

「◈ ashley brown — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ ashley brown — answered. ◈」

「◈ ashley brown — study. ◈」

「◈ ashley brown — threads. ◈」

「◈ ashley brown — open starter. ◈」

「◈ ashley brown — musings. ◈」

「◈ ashley brown — desires. ◈」

「◈ ashley ☓ chris — dynamic ◈」

「◈ ashley ☓ josh — dynamic ◈」

cassidy.

「◈ cassidy miller — visage. ◈」

「◈ cassidy miller — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ cassidy miller — answered. ◈」

「◈ cassidy miller — study. ◈」

「◈ cassidy miller — threads. ◈」

「◈ cassidy miller — open starter. ◈」

「◈ cassidy miller — musings. ◈」

「◈ cassidy miller — desires. ◈」

「◈ cassidy ☓ — dynamic ◈」

claire.

「◈ claire novak — visage. ◈」

「◈ claire novak — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ claire novak — answered. ◈」

「◈ claire novak — study. ◈」

「◈ claire novak — threads. ◈」

「◈ claire novak — open starter. ◈」

「◈ claire novak — musings. ◈」

「◈ claire novak — desires. ◈」

「◈ claire ☓ dean — dynamic ◈」

「◈ claire ☓ sam — dynamic ◈」

「◈ claire ☓ castiel — dynamic ◈」

「◈ claire ☓ crowley — dynamic ◈」

cora.

「◈ cora hale — visage. ◈」

「◈ cora hale — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ cora hale — answered. ◈」

「◈ cora hale — study. ◈」

「◈ cora hale — threads. ◈」

「◈ cora hale — open starter. ◈」

「◈ cora hale — musings. ◈」

「◈ cora hale — desires. ◈」

「◈ cora ☓ scott — dynamic ◈」

「◈ cora ☓ stiles — dynamic ◈」

「◈ cora ☓ lydia — dynamic ◈」

「◈ cora ☓ derek — dynamic ◈」

「◈ cora ☓ peter — dynamic ◈」

「◈ cora ☓ isaac — dynamic ◈」

darcy.

「◈ darcy mccall — visage. ◈」

「◈ darcy mccall — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ darcy mccall — answered. ◈」

「◈ darcy mccall — study. ◈」

「◈ darcy mccall — threads. ◈」

「◈ darcy mccall — open starter. ◈」

「◈ darcy mccall — musings. ◈」

「◈ darcy mccall — desires. ◈」

「◈ darcy ☓ scott — dynamic ◈」

「◈ darcy ☓ stiles — dynamic ◈」

「◈ darcy ☓ allison — dynamic ◈」

「◈ darcy ☓ lydia — dynamic ◈」

「◈ darcy ☓ isaac — dynamic ◈」

david.

「◈ david king — visage. ◈」

「◈ david king — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ david king — answered. ◈」

「◈ david king — study. ◈」

「◈ david king — threads. ◈」

「◈ david king — open starter. ◈」

「◈ david king — musings. ◈」

「◈ david king — desires. ◈」

「◈ david ☓ meg — dynamic ◈」

dax.

「◈ dax conway — visage. ◈」

「◈ dax conway — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ dax conway — answered. ◈」

「◈ dax conway — study. ◈」

「◈ dax conway — threads. ◈」

「◈ dax conway — open starter. ◈」

「◈ dax conway — musings. ◈」

「◈ dax conway — desires. ◈」

dean.

「◈ dean winchester — visage. ◈」

「◈ dean winchester — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ dean winchester — answered. ◈」

「◈ dean winchester — study. ◈」

「◈ dean winchester — threads. ◈」

「◈ dean winchester — open starter. ◈」

「◈ dean winchester — musings. ◈」

「◈ dean winchester — desires. ◈」

「◈ dean ☓ sam — dynamic ◈」

「◈ dean ☓ crowley — dynamic ◈」

「◈ dean ☓ castiel — dynamic ◈」

「◈ dean ☓ claire — dynamic ◈」

derek.

「◈ derek hale — visage. ◈」

「◈ derek hale — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ derek hale — answered. ◈」

「◈ derek hale — study. ◈」

「◈ derek hale — threads. ◈」

「◈ derek hale — open starter. ◈」

「◈ derek hale — musings. ◈」

「◈ derek hale — desires. ◈」

「◈ derek ☓ scott — dynamic ◈」

「◈ derek ☓ stiles — dynamic ◈」

「◈ derek ☓ peter — dynamic ◈」

feng.

「◈ feng min — visage. ◈」

「◈ feng min — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ feng min — answered. ◈」

「◈ feng min — study. ◈」

「◈ feng min — threads. ◈」

「◈ feng min — open starter. ◈」

「◈ feng min — musings. ◈」

「◈ feng min — desires. ◈」

gavin.

「◈ gavin free — visage. ◈」

「◈ gavin free — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ gavin free — answered. ◈」

「◈ gavin free — study. ◈」

「◈ gavin free — threads. ◈」

「◈ gavin free — open starter. ◈」

「◈ gavin free — musings. ◈」

「◈ gavin free — desires. ◈」

jack.

「◈ jack kline — visage. ◈」

「◈ jack kline — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ jack kline — answered. ◈」

「◈ jack kline — study. ◈」

「◈ jack kline — threads. ◈」

「◈ jack kline — open starter. ◈」

「◈ jack kline — musings. ◈」

「◈ jack kline — desires. ◈」

jake.

「◈ jake peralta — visage. ◈」

「◈ jake peralta — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ jake peralta — answered. ◈」

「◈ jake peralta — study. ◈」

「◈ jake peralta — threads. ◈」

「◈ jake peralta — open starter. ◈」

「◈ jake peralta — musings. ◈」

「◈ jake peralta — desires. ◈」

「◈ jake ☓ amy — dynamic ◈」

「◈ jake ☓ charles — dynamic ◈」

「◈ jake ☓ holt — dynamic ◈」

「◈ jake ☓ rosa — dynamic ◈」

jeremy.

「◈ jeremy dooley — visage. ◈」

「◈ jeremy dooley — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ jeremy dooley — answered. ◈」

「◈ jeremy dooley — study. ◈」

「◈ jeremy dooley — threads. ◈」

「◈ jeremy dooley — open starter. ◈」

「◈ jeremy dooley — musings. ◈」

「◈ jeremy dooley — desires. ◈」

kate.

「◈ kate denson — visage. ◈」

「◈ kate denson — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ kate denson — answered. ◈」

「◈ kate denson — study. ◈」

「◈ kate denson — threads. ◈」

「◈ kate denson — open starter. ◈」

「◈ kate denson — musings. ◈」

「◈ kate denson — desires. ◈」

krissy.

「◈ krissy chambers — visage. ◈」

「◈ krissy chambers — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ krissy chambers — answered. ◈」

「◈ krissy chambers — study. ◈」

「◈ krissy chambers — threads. ◈」

「◈ krissy chambers — open starter. ◈」

「◈ krissy chambers — musings. ◈」

「◈ krissy chambers — desires. ◈」

liam.

「◈ liam dunbar — visage. ◈」

「◈ liam dunbar — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ liam dunbar — answered. ◈」

「◈ liam dunbar — study. ◈」

「◈ liam dunbar — threads. ◈」

「◈ liam dunbar — open starter. ◈」

「◈ liam dunbar — musings. ◈」

「◈ liam dunbar — desires. ◈」

「◈ liam ☓ scott — dynamic ◈」

「◈ liam ☓ stiles — dynamic ◈」

louise.

「◈ louise argent — visage. ◈」

「◈ louise argent — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ louise argent — answered. ◈」

「◈ louise argent — study. ◈」

「◈ louise argent — threads. ◈」

「◈ louise argent — open starter. ◈」

「◈ louise argent — musings. ◈」

「◈ louise argent — desires. ◈」

「◈ louise ☓ scott — dynamic ◈」

「◈ louise ☓ stiles — dynamic ◈」

「◈ louise ☓ allison — dynamic ◈」

「◈ louise ☓ lydia — dynamic ◈」

lydia.

「◈ lydia martin — visage. ◈」

「◈ lydia martin — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ lydia martin — answered. ◈」

「◈ lydia martin — study. ◈」

「◈ lydia martin — threads. ◈」

「◈ lydia martin — open starter. ◈」

「◈ lydia martin — musings. ◈」

「◈ lydia martin — desires. ◈」

「◈ lydia ☓ scott — dynamic ◈」

「◈ lydia ☓ stiles — dynamic ◈」

「◈ lydia ☓ allison — dynamic ◈」

madison.

「◈ madison hayes — visage. ◈」

「◈ madison hayes — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ madison hayes — answered. ◈」

「◈ madison hayes — study. ◈」

「◈ madison hayes — threads. ◈」

「◈ madison hayes — open starter. ◈」

「◈ madison hayes — musings. ◈」

「◈ madison hayes — desires. ◈」

malia.

「◈ malia hale — visage. ◈」

「◈ malia hale — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ malia hale — answered. ◈」

「◈ malia hale — study. ◈」

「◈ malia hale — threads. ◈」

「◈ malia hale — open starter. ◈」

「◈ malia hale — musings. ◈」

「◈ malia hale — desires. ◈」

「◈ malia ☓ scott — dynamic ◈」

「◈ malia ☓ stiles — dynamic ◈」

「◈ malia ☓ lydia — dynamic ◈」

meg.

「◈ meg thomas — visage. ◈」

「◈ meg thomas — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ meg thomas — answered. ◈」

「◈ meg thomas — study. ◈」

「◈ meg thomas — threads. ◈」

「◈ meg thomas — open starter. ◈」

「◈ meg thomas — musings. ◈」

「◈ meg thomas — desires. ◈」

「◈ meg ☓ — dynamic ◈」

meg m.

「◈ meg masters — visage. ◈」

「◈ meg masters — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ meg masters — answered. ◈」

「◈ meg masters — study. ◈」

「◈ meg masters — threads. ◈」

「◈ meg masters — open starter. ◈」

「◈ meg masters — musings. ◈」

「◈ meg masters — desires. ◈」

riley.

「◈ riley warren — visage. ◈」

「◈ riley warren — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ riley warren — answered. ◈」

「◈ riley warren — study. ◈」

「◈ riley warren — threads. ◈」

「◈ riley warren — open starter. ◈」

「◈ riley warren — musings. ◈」

「◈ riley warren — desires. ◈」

「◈ riley ☓ — dynamic ◈」

rosa.

「◈ rosa diaz — visage. ◈」

「◈ rosa diaz — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ rosa diaz — answered. ◈」

「◈ rosa diaz — study. ◈」

「◈ rosa diaz — threads. ◈」

「◈ rosa diaz — open starter. ◈」

「◈ rosa diaz — musings. ◈」

「◈ rosa diaz — desires. ◈」

「◈ rosa ☓ jake — dynamic ◈」

「◈ rosa ☓ amy — dynamic ◈」

sam g.

「◈ sam giddings — visage. ◈」

「◈ sam giddings — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ sam giddings — answered. ◈」

「◈ sam giddings — study. ◈」

「◈ sam giddings — threads. ◈」

「◈ sam giddings — open starter. ◈」

「◈ sam giddings — musings. ◈」

「◈ sam giddings — desires. ◈」

sam.

「◈ sam haywood — visage. ◈」

「◈ sam haywood — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ sam haywood — answered. ◈」

「◈ sam haywood — study. ◈」

「◈ sam haywood — threads. ◈」

「◈ sam haywood — open starter. ◈」

「◈ sam haywood — musings. ◈」

「◈ sam haywood — desires. ◈」

rowena.

「◈ rowena macleod — visage. ◈」

「◈ rowena macleod — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ rowena macleod — answered. ◈」

「◈ rowena macleod — study. ◈」

「◈ rowena macleod — threads. ◈」

「◈ rowena macleod — open starter. ◈」

「◈ rowena macleod — musings. ◈」

「◈ rowena macleod — desires. ◈」

「◈ rowena ☓ crowley — dynamic ◈」

「◈ rowena ☓ dean — dynamic ◈」

「◈ rowena ☓ sam — dynamic ◈」

tracy.

「◈ tracy stewart — visage. ◈」

「◈ tracy stewart — aesthetic. ◈」

「◈ tracy stewart — answered. ◈」

「◈ tracy stewart — study. ◈」

「◈ tracy stewart — threads. ◈」

「◈ tracy stewart — open starter. ◈」

「◈ tracy stewart — musings. ◈」

「◈ tracy stewart — desires. ◈」

「◈ tracy ☓ theo — dynamic ◈」

「◈ tracy ☓ lydia — dynamic ◈」

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