I wrote a thing.
Title: Kids in This Town
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Ships: Stiles/Lydia, Nogitsune/Lydia, (very, very minor) Rafael McCall/Melissa McCall
Characters: Rafael McCall, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Nogitsune
Link (in case you missed it the first time): AO3
He is. He really, really is.
Frankly his only hope right now is that someone misses Lydia before Stiles kills them both.
stydia au - Orpheus and Eurydice
Lydia refuses to accept Stiles’ death and uses her powers to travel to the underworld to bring him home. The only catch? She must lead him back to the land of the living without looking back to make sure he’s following.
"You won’t be able to see it but you’ll feel it, every day for the rest of your lives. It will be a kind of darkness around your heart. And permanent like a scar.”
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
Berica fantasy AU - After fighting Kali, Erica wakes up in a land full of fairy tale heroes and nightmare monsters. Her wolf powers don’t make sense anymore and she can’t seem to go two minutes without breaking the rules. Her trouble-making lands her a royal engagement and the suspicions of the legendary Wolf Knight, who she could probably handle if only he didn’t look so much like Boyd.
"Shouldn’t you be with the king?" Erica asks. She’s thankful for the maids working around her. They give her an excuse to keep her back to him.
"I had to ask you something," he says.
"It couldn’t wait the half hour?"
"In half an hour you will be my queen. It would be inappropriate for me to ask anything of you." A few of the maids’ down-turned eyes dart in her direction. They’re expecting her to kick him out.
She wants to. She wants to remind him that her memory goes back more than thirty minutes and throw him out on his rear. But she knows only one thing that will get him out of there as quickly as she needs.
"What do you want to know?"
The silence lasts so long Erica starts to hope he’s chickened out, only for him to ask, “The man, the one named Boyd … did you love him?”