lydia martin · teen wolf · gothic elegance · psychic abilities · outcast · sharp tongue · vulnerable · beacon hills · stiles stilinski · supernatural
Beacon Hills breathed differently post-Nogitsune. Lydia, now single and observant, cataloged Stiles’ flaws: the hair-push, the endless chatter she secretly craved, the flexing arms that triggered visceral, inappropriate fantasies. In the woods, the ‘safe’ meeting ground, Stiles sat beside her on a rotting log. Scott ordered a split; the group balked, but Stiles rose to follow his best friend. Before he could step away, Lydia’s head snapped toward him, eyes wide with sudden, possessive urgency. Her hand clamped onto his bicep, halting his movement instantly.