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we’re written in the stars

elasticella asked for braeden/malia(/kira?) + soulmate au

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Kira gets her first name when she’s eight and her next when she’s eleven. Most people only have one name, so she’s not quite sure what to do with that.

a/n: i don’t know if you knew that i saw trash for soulmate au’s or if it was a lucky guess but good job either way, hope you enjoy it!

ao3

Kira gets her first name when she’s eight. She’s on the monkey bars, trying to skip two bars at a time, when her shoulder starts burning. She grits her teeth when her palms get too sweaty to hold on and she lands on her arm. She ends up spending the rest of the day at the hospital because she fractured her wrist when she fell, and the first thing she does when she gets home is check her back in the mirror, the cast making her movements awkward and more uncoordinated than usual.

The name Malia Tate is written along the top of her shoulder blade in an almost unintelligible scrawl, the skin around it still red and irritated.

 Later that night Kira googles Malia Tate on the computer in her parents study and finds an article about a car crash that killed two people with the last name Tate, neither with the first name Malia, that dates back to a few months ago.

 She turns off the computer and hopes that wherever Malia is she’s not hurting too badly, thinks about the name on her shoulder to distract herself from the throbbing in her arm.

 //

 Kira gets her second name the day before her eleventh birthday. She’s colouring outside on the deck in the sun when she feels the familiar burning against her hipbone, accidentally draws a line of green across the page in her hurry to sit up.

 She drops the crayon and tugs at the waistband of her shorts until she can see the name Braeden in neat cursive, so different from Malia’s name. Kira wonders why there’s no last name there.

 Kira goes inside to google Braeden; there are no results and she gets the same outcome when she types ‘malia + braeden’ into the search engine. She googles ‘multiple soulmates’ next, gets a few useful results and the link to some new TV drama.

 Her mom yells at her when she sees the crayons melted into the deck. Kira doesn’t tell either of her parents about the second name, doesn’t quite know what she’d say.

 //

 Kira meets Malia Tate when her parents move her to Beacon Hills at the beginning of her sophomore year, because the high school offered her father a teaching position and her mother writes academic texts and research papers on Japanese mythology, which can be done from anywhere with internet access.

 They get seated next to each other in fourth period biology and Malia makes a strained noise in the back of her throat when she catches sight of the name on the front of Kira’s notebook.

 “Kira Yukimura?” She says, tapping the front of Kira’s notebook.

 “Yes?” Kira says, startling.

  “I’m Malia,” She says, twisting the bracelets on her wrist around and around. “Malia Tate.” She clarifies, like she isn’t sure that Kira will understand the significance that her name carries.

 “Oh,” Kira says, eyes widening. She’s not really sure what else to say.

 “I know,” Malia says softly, “It’s kind of weird finally meeting you, too.”

 “Girls,” Their teacher calls, “Is there something I can help you with?”

 “No, sorry,” Malia says, looking appropriately sorry, even if the sentiment if false.

 When the teacher turns back to the board she whispers, ‘we’ll talk after school’, and Kira spends the next two hours with butterflies in her stomach.

 //

 Five weeks later when they’re sprawled out across Malia’s bed watching Arrow when Malia asks “Do you just have my name, or,” and Kira knows she’s asking about Braeden.

 “No,” Kira says, “I don’t just have your name.”

 “That’s good,” Malia says, pausing their episode, “I was worried that maybe you only had my name or something, I wasn’t sure what to do if that happened.”

 “Do you know anything about her?” Kira asks eagerly,

 “No,” Malia says with a shake of her head, “Just that about a year after I got your name I got hers as well.” She pushes her bracelets up to Kira can see their names around her left wrist.

 “Have you told anyone about it?” Kira asks, “About having two names I mean?”

 “I don’t know what to say,” Malia says, touching her fingers to the names briefly, “My dad and I don’t really talk or anything, we just coexist. Besides it feels personal.”

 “I used to think about you both a lot,” Kira says, reaching out to run her fingers over the names, “Now I’m just worried about her, you know. She’s out there all alone while we’re here together.”

 “I know,” Malia says, grabbing Kira’s hand and squeezing. “But I think she’s going to be okay until we find her.”

 “I hope so,” Kira says, resting her head on Malia’s shoulder when the other girl unpauses the episode.

 //

 Kira and Malia meet Braeden when they’re twenty. She’s two years older than them and lives in the apartment opposite them, something none of them realize until Kira and Malia have been living there for three weeks and their mail gets mixed up.

 “Malia Tate?” The girl asks when Kira opens the door.

 Kira can see the hopeful look on the girls face, and she hears Malia stop putting dishes away in the kitchen in favour of watching their exchange

 “I’m Kira,” Kira says, “But Malia’s in the kitchen; I can get her for you?”

 “Oh,” The girl blinks at Kira before her gaze flickers over Kira’s shoulder to Malia and back again, “Our mail got mixed up and I have some of her letters. I’m Braeden.”

 “Oh,” Kira says happily, beaming at her, “Oh, come in!”

 Kira steps back and lets Braeden into their apartment, watches her intently while she takes in the space before Malia greets her.

 “Hi,” Malia says, and she’s got the same stupid grin on her face that Kira does. She takes the letters and tosses them onto the kitchen counter without even looking at them.  “I’m Malia; it’s nice to finally meet you.”

 “Yeah,” Braeden breathes, “You too.”

 “We’ve been looking for you for a while,” Kira says, curling her fingers around Braeden’s bicep, “Obviously not very well considering you’ve been living across the hall from us for three weeks now.”

 “Do you want to sit down?” Malia asks from Braeden’s other side.

 When she nods they guide her to the couch, Malia sitting on one side and Kira on the other.

 “How long have you two known each other?” Braeden asks, leaning into Kira when she presses her shoulder to Braeden’s. She fits like Kira always thought she would.

 “About five years,” Malia says, “We met in high school.”

 “You’ve been surprisingly hard to find,” Kira says, “Do you have a last name?”

 “I’m an orphan,” Braeden says, “I was never given one.”

 “Oh,” Malia says and Braeden laughs. Both of them perk up at the sound.

 “That’s what most people say, yeah.”

 Braeden gets distracted again, looking around the living space, taking in the pictures of them and their friends on the walls. Kira and Malia get distracted watching her.

 “Do you want to stay for dinner?” Kira asks eventually, “We’re having curry tonight.”

 “You don’t have to,” Malia’s quick to add, “I know this isn’t exactly easy.”

 “No,” Braeden says, “It isn’t. But I’d love to have dinner with you.”

[thatoneloser-kid]

Like a Wolf on Heat

A/N: Ok, so I’m pretty late to this ship but I only just started watching Teen Wolf recently and I just couldn’t not write them.

This is NSFW (I’m still kind of new to writing smut so don’t be to tough on me).

Anyway, if you have any prompts (For Cordia, Allydia, or just any of the female ships) send them to me : ) Thanks for reading.

The thing Lydia found quite fascinating was the amount of behavioral patterns werewolves shared with their animal counterparts.

See, wolves, wild wolves, proper wolves, they mate during the winter time, meaning their sex drive is through the roof for those threeish months. It's a smart strategy, really, it means their young will be born in spring, leaving them about six months to mature before snowfall.

Werewolves? Exactly the same.

As soon as winter rolled around Lydia could feel the air around the pack shift completely.

Derek pined and lusted after Stiles.

Isaac was all but drooling over Scott, and vice versa, which made they pairing monumentally more sexually charged then the others.

Malia would trip over her own feet whenever Kira was in her line of sight.

Erica had Allison pinned against every feasible surface.

And Cora? Well, Lydia hadn't really noticed her pining, lusting, drooling or tripping for anyone which, ok, she knows sexual maturity in wolves kicks in at around 3 or 4 years of age, which is pretty late in comparison to some animals, but Cora is seventeen, she should be in the same boat as everyone else.

"Maybe she it hasn't kicked in yet," Allison reasoned, "Derek said a werewolves aging is different from humans, maybe she hasn't really hit doggy puberty yet. Technically, is we are going on dog years she is only be about one and a half."

Lydia wanted to disagree, tell Allison the Cora had definitely hit puberty but that would mean admitted she had ogled the young wolves chest whenever she was in the dumb sports bar and she that wasn't something she wanted to admit.

"She is only a few months younger then Erica, though."

"But Erica was turned, she had already hit puberty before she had been turned, it's probably different for born wolves." Allison shrugged before adding, "Ask Derek."

"Oh, yes, let's ask Derek about the sexual activity of his baby sister." Lydia scoffed, "Speaking of Erica, where is she?"

"Waiting at my house." Allison said with a smug grin. "You would be surprised just how obedient they are around this time of year."

Everything went on pretty much the same for the next week and then Lydia noticed it.

Cora was staring at her like she was the first piece of food she had seen after months of being starved. It was constant. During lunch, class, pack meetings, and it was driving Lydia crazy.

And since Cora was driving her crazy Lydia decided to have a little fun of her own.

Even she knew the skirt she was wearing was sinfully short but it was definitely worth it was she was walking down the hallway and Cora rounded the corner in front of her, her eyes going wide at the sight of Lydia. That reaction alone would have satisfied Lydia but when Cora literally fell at her feet, well, that was a sweet rush she would never get tired over.

Cora didn't seem bothered by the fact everyone around them had noticed her tripping face first on to the ground just in front of Lydia's feet and slowly ran her eyes up Lydia's legs, her eyes jumping up to Lydia's when she reached the edge of her skirt.

"Whoa," Cora breathed and Lydia just smirked, stepping over the wolf and strutting off to class, glancing back briefly to see Cora, still on the ground, staring at her ass as she walked away.

"You are evil," Allison had laughed when she entered their shared class, eyeing the short skirt Lydia was sporting.

The next day she wore a ridiculously low cut top, catching more than just Cora's attention, but it was only Cora she cared about as she strutted over to the lunch table Cora was sitting at, alone, staring doe eyed and dazed at Lydia.

Her eyes dropped to Lydia's chest when the redhead bent over the table, her forearms resting on the cool surface. "Hey, wolfy," Lydia purred, and the sheer lack of a smartass retort or even a scoff told Lydia exactly how much power she had here.

"Lydia," Cora greeted gruffly, reluctantly lifting her eyes, though they only made it to Lydia's lips then Cora seemed completely dazed again.

"Lookin' good, Martin." Someone commented and then there was a hand hitting her ass. Lydia closed her eyes to prevent herself from punching the kid who had done it but Cora didn't seem to have that much self control. A growl ripped through the girls throat and she almost knocked the table over as she stood up quickly, her palms slamming down against the table surface.

"Hey, easy," Lydia gripping onto Cora's hand, which seemed to snap her out of it, her eyes snapping back to Lydia.

"Freak," the boy mumbled as he walked away but Cora ignored him, her eyes back on Lydia's cleavage.

Lydia hooked her finger under Cora's chin, pushing her chin up until she was staring completely fascinated into Lydia's eyes. "My eyes are up here, sweetheart."

Cora nodded dumbly, like the only part of her brain that was working properly right now was the primitive part the was telling her to throw Lydia on the lunch table and just take her in front of everyone.

"Everything ok, guys?" Allison asked carefully, sitting down at the table with Scott and Stiles.

Cora blinked, tearing her eyes away from Lydia to look at Allison. "Yeah," She croaked, falling back down onto the bench with a little thud.

Allison shook her head at Lydia, an amused little smile playing on her lips. "Evil," She mouthed.

Lydia was planning her outfit for the next day when there was a knock on her window. She set the pair of jeans she was holding (a pair she knew would drive Cora nuts) down on the bed and walked over to the windows.

She wasn't sure who she expected to be there, Allison, maybe even Scott, but she certainly hadn't expected Cora to be perched on the roof just outside.

"No, don't." Cora rushed out when Lydia reached out to open the window. "I need some kind of barrier, otherwise I don't know when I'll do."

Lydia laughed at that, sitting down on her window seat, her eyebrows raising expectantly when Cora just stared at her. "Well?"

"Right," Cora shook her head, her eyes dropping the the tiles just outside Lydia's window.

"What are you doing here, Cora?" Lydia asked when Cora didn't say anything else.

"I don't know," Cora admitted, a hint of confusion in her tone as she looked up at Lydia again. "I could smell you, all over everything in Derek's loft, which is crazy because you haven't been there in weeks. So I decided to go for a walk and I caught you scent somewhere near the sheriffs station, I didn't even mean to follow it."

Lydia felt a little guilty at that, she didn't realize the whole thing what that bad, but then again all she really had to go on was the rest off the pack who all had mates, Cora didn't.

Frowning, Cora shook her head again. "I don't even remember most of the run here but I'm pretty sure I got hit by a car."

Lydia pulled the window up, watch Cora as she scurried backwards like some frightened animal, her hand slipping off the edge of the roof causing her to fall backwards, tumbling one story and hitting the ground with a thud and a painful, puppy-like yelp.

"Cora?" Lydia scrambled out of the window to peer down at the wolf who was lying on her back on the grass, her eyes screwed shut. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, just a little bit of a broken spine and bruised ego."

Lydia laughed, smiling softly down at Cora when she opened her eyes, her eyes glowing gold.

Cora peered up at Lydia for a few seconds, obviously trying to force herself to be mad, but the little breathless laugh that escaped her lips a few seconds later told Lydia that she was far from mad.

"Do you want to come back up here?"

"That would be nice," Cora grumbled, groaning as she turned onto her front to push herself to her feet.

Cora jumped up easily, her hands gripping onto the lip of the roof and she began pulling herself up, only stopping when her forehead lightly bumped against Lydia's, who still hadn't moved away from the edge of the roof yet.

Cora stopped pulling herself up, her eyes fluttering slightly as she looked from Lydia's eyes to her lips, her nose brushing against Lydia's when she tilted her head back a little, her lips, parted slightly, ghosting against Lydia's.

Lydia pulled back slowly and Cora chased after her, like Lydia's lips were some kind of magnet. It was easy for her to pull herself back up onto the roof, it didn't even take a fraction of her strength to do it, the only reason she struggled was because of how Lydia was looking at her. She had the same look on her face that Cora had probably been sporting since this whole 'wolf on heat' thing had started.

"Are you sure you aren't hurt?" Lydia asked once Cora was kneeling in front of her.

"Red, I'm a werewolf, of course I'm not hurt." Cora scoffed, the Cora Lydia remembered from before this started appearing but quickly disappeared again when Lydia tugged at her leather jacket, making out like she was fixing the jacket when, in reality, she just used it to pull Cora closer.

"Do you want to come in?"

"Want to? Definitely. Should I? Definitely not."

"Since when did you ever do what you should?" Lydia flashed Cora a crooked grin.

"That's true," Cora whispered, mindlessly following Lydia as she crawled back into her room. "This is a bad idea,"

"I think this is a great idea," Lydia purred, gripping onto the collar of Cora's jacket and pulling her closer.

Cora stumbled against Lydia, her hand gripping onto Lydia's hips to steady herself.

Lydia leant in, her forehead pressing against Cora's, the tips of their noses pressed together as they stared over into each others eyes, Cora's flickering gold every so often as she tried to keep her heart rate in check.

"Can I?" Lydia whispered, her hands moving to cup Cora's cheeks, her thumb tracing Cora's full bottom lip.

"I don't want to hurt you,"

Lydia frowned at that, of all the things she had expected Cora to say or do in reply to that question that was never one of them. "The other guys haven't hurt anyone."

"But they've been doing this longer than me. I've been a wolf longer but I've never had these kind of feelings before, every, and I know how to deal with my angry but this? I don't know how to control it properly." Cora admitted. "It takes ever ounce of energy I have to keep my heart rate bellow turning level whenever I see you at school,"

"So Allison was right," Lydia murmured thoughtfully.

"It's different in born wolves, we don't hit sexual maturity 'til a lot later than humans do. I've noticed girls before, obviously, and with the amount sex and stuff that is in the media and whatever it is hard not to think about having sex but it's never been like this." Cora explained, "It had never been so bad that I can't function properly around a girl. Jesus, Lydia, I literally fell at your feet yesterday."

"Yeah, that was certainly something."

"God, and I bet it just boosted your ego by tenfold." Cora grumbled.

"We can take it slow, try and ease you into it, maybe that will help?" Lydia offered, running her fingertips down Cora's jawline.

Cora nodded quickly, "But if I say stop you have to stop right away, ok?"

"Of course," Lydia assured, her fingers hooking around the back of Cora's neck. "That's kind of how this sex thing works."

Everything after that was a blur of clothes being torn off and lips against skin and within about five minutes Cora was flat on her back on Lydia's bed, her eyes closed as Lydia nipped and sucked on the skin covering her collarbone.

"Just tell me if you are close to wolfing out, ok?"

Cora nodded quickly, her entire body ridged as she tried to keep her heartbeat down.

"Look at me," Cora obliged, her glowing eyes opening slowly to look up at Lydia. "Find an anchor, use it."

Cora nodded, taking in a deep breath through her nose and closing her eyes. It took a few seconds but Cora's muscles slowly began unwinding as she melted against Lydia's comforter. "Ok, I've got one." She breathed

"What is it?" Lydia whispered, letting her lips ghost around the shell of the wolf's ear.

"Your heartbeat."

Lydia grinned against Cora's ear, "That's what I was hoping you would say."

Cora's chest was heaving as Lydia kissed along her collarbone and down the valley of her breasts, stopping only briefly to paint a hickey on the swell of the wolf's left breast, continuing down her stomach until she reached the waistband of Cora's boy shorts.

Lydia looked up at Cora as she hooked her fingers around her underwear and Cora was staring right back at her with a look of pure awe coupled with a look of disbelief, like she couldn't believe this was really happening. "You ok?"

Cora nodded, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip when Lydia began slowly pulling her boy shorts down her thighs.

Lydia threw the piece of fabric onto the floor and settled on her elbows in between Cora's thighs, hooking the younger girls legs over her shoulders as she kissed her way down the inside of Cora's thigh, pulling her strangled moan from the wolf's throat when she bit down on a particularly sensitive spot.

"My mom is home so you have to keep it down," Lydia spoke, her mouth pressed against Cora's thigh.

Cora nodded quickly, her head falling back against the pillow and her hands fisting Lydia's sheets when the banshee press a kiss to her clit.

"You can touch me, you know?"

Cora picked her head up to look down at Lydia, her eyes flashing gold at the sight of the Banshee in between her legs. "Really?"

"Yes, of course," Lydia huffed, sliding one hand up the sheets to link her fingers with Cora's before nodded her head towards Cora's free hand. "Grab my hair."

Cora blinked away the gold in her eyes, frowning down at Lydia as she slowly slid her fingers into her strawberry blond hair. "What if I hurt you?"

"You won't," Lydia assured, relishing in the way Cora's hand tightened around her own and her fingers tightened in her hair when she flicked her tongue against Cora's clit. "You are thinking to much, just relax, cutie."

Cora grumbled at the pet name but that quickly turned into a groan when Lydia licker her broadly, boldly before moving her lips to suck on her clit, using her free hand to tease one finger around her entrance.

Cora seemed fine when Lydia slowly pushed one finger inside, though her hand did grip onto Lydia's hair a little tighter as she pulled the redhead closer, but once she entered a second finger, her thumb moving to rub slow circle over Cora's clit the wolf growled, and Lydia probably would have found it funny if she wasn't so into it.

Lydia’s fingers stroked and stretched, Cora's back arching when Lydia's fingers hit a particularly sweet spot, her hand pulling at Lydia's hair as her heels dug into the banshee's back.

"Lydia, stop." Cora handed as she pulled her hand out of Lydia's hair and untangled their joined hands, pressing the heel of her hands against her eyes as her claws slowly pushed through the skin.

"Hey," Lydia whispered calmingly, wiping her mouth against Cora's thigh then moving up the wolf's body, prying her hands away from her face before cupping her cheek. "You want to stop?"

"No, I just need a second.” Cora panted, her glowing eyes hooded as she stared up at Lydia. “I can feel it bubbling, like I'm about to completely wolf out."

"Babe, I don't think that's your wolf." Lydia laughed, kissing Cora's lips as her hand skimmed down her stomach. "You trust me?"

"Yes," Cora breathed.

"Then go with this feeling, ok?"

Cora nodded, her now human nails digging into Lydia's shoulders when the banshee's fingers brushed over her clit as they made their way to her entrance, slowly pushing inside and bending, stroking Cora as her walls tightened around Lydia's fingers.

"Lydia," Cora gasped out against Lydia's lips.

"I know, just go with it ok." Lydia whispered, pressing their foreheads together and staring down into Cora's glowing eyes as she worked the girl closer to the edge. "I trust you, I know you won't hurt me."

Lydia's fingers worked inside Cora, her thumb rubbing circle against her clit while her other hand slowly slid down Cora's neck, over her collarbone until she reached the wolf's breast. A breathy little wine escaped Cora's lips when Lydia palmed her breast before squeezing slightly, her thumb brushing over her hard nipple.

Cora panted against Lydia's lips and Lydia waited until she was just on the edge before moving her lips to Cora's collarbone, biting down a little harder than she probably would have if she was with a human. But she wasn't and Cora definitely seemed to like it if the whimper followed by the relatively loud moan of Lydia's name as a came was anything to go by.

Lydia grinned against Cora's collarbone as the wolf attempted to catch her breath and calm her trembling limbs. One of her hands, completely void of claws Lydia noted, found its was into Lydia's hair as she held the banshee close.

"You did good, pup." Lydia complimented, kissing the already healed bite mark on Cora's collarbone.

"If my brain wasn't in complete meltdown I would probably have something to say back to that."

Lydia laughed at that, settling more comfortably against Cora's side, her legs tangled with Cora's and her head against he wolf's shoulder as she traced her fingers along Cora's toned stomach.

If this was Jackson, human Jackson, he would be covered in bites and bruises but Cora had healed almost as soon as Lydia's teeth had sunk into her skin so the only signs that they had even had sex was the sheen on sweat covering Cora's body, the younger girls still heaving chest and the lipstick marks painted across her tanned skin.

Lydia laughed against Cora's shoulder making the wolf peer down at her through tired eyes. "What?"

"Did you ever see that photo floating around online, the one with a dog covered in lipstick and it said something about those being the only marks that should be left on dog?" Lydia asked and Cora shook her head, a confused little frown on her face because, what? Was this what post-sex talk was? "That's what this reminds me of."

Cora looked down at her stomach where Lydia was touching, noticing the lipstick marks on her stomach, her thighs, and just anywhere Lydia's lips touched. In her post-orgasm haze it took Cora a little long than usual to put together just what Lydia was saying.

"Oh, fuck you." Cora snapped but her voice was completely void of the edge that was usually present in Cora tone, that edge that made tiny little Cora intimidating.

"You will, just not tonight."

"So this isn't just a one time thing?" Cora asked quietly, her hand combing through Lydia's hair, much soft than she had done previously.

"I hope not."

Cora nodded, "Thanks. I knew I was tense but I didn't even realize just how tense I was until tonight."

"It was my pleasure, sweetheart." Lydia reached down to pull the blanket on the bottom of the bed up over them before turning her back to Cora. "Now hug me so we can go to sleep, we have school in the morning."

Cora rolled her eyes as she flipped over, her front pressed against Lydia's back as she wrapped her arms around the banshee and tugged her closer. "Fucking princess," She whispered against the back of Lydia's head, linking their fingers together and resting their hands just bellow Lydia's chin.

"And you have to take me on a date before this happens again," Lydia commanded, "I like Greek food."

"Is there even a place in Beacon Hills that sells Greek food?"

"You'll figure it out,"

"Such high maintenance," Cora murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of Lydia's head.

"Nope, I'm just making you work for it." Lydia said and Cora lifted her head when Lydia turned to look at her.

Cora smiled down at Lydia when she ran her free hand over the wolf's cheek, a soft smile, a smile Lydia had never seen from Cora before, and leant down to kiss Lydia. "I'm sorry I freaked out a little, I thought I was going to wolf out and I was scared I would've hurt you."

"It's fine. It is actually nice to know you actually care about my wellbeing."

Cora opened her mouth to ask what she meant by that, what had happened to Lydia before to make her think it was nice that someone cared about not killing her but before she could Lydia turned back enough, effectively cutting the conversation short. "Goodnight, Cora."

"Night, Red."

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Cordia for the meme c:

immediately begins to shimmy when maroon 5 comes on - Cora. Lydia is waaaaay too dignified to “shimmy”, especially to someone like Adam Levine who sold himself over to bubblegum pop. Cora, on the other hand, can’t help but wiggle along to “Animals” and she pretty much always howls along in the middle. 

wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes - Obviously Lydia, because even though it seems like something they would both do, Cora wouldn’t try it more than once. Also, Cora’s a better cook anyway, which probably has something to do with being from a big family.

sends the other unsolicited nudes - Both, are you kidding, and they’ve got the timing down to an art so that Cora always sends them while she knows Lydia’s in a meeting, and Lyds always sends them while Cora’s at the gym in hopes of making her fall off the treadmill (she’s only succeeded like 5 times though).

brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt - Lydia. It actually started out serious, after yet another run in with yet another baddie, where, yet again, Cora risked her life to save Lydia. And Lydia got that, she totally did, she knew she was puny and small and Cora thought she needed saving, but at some point she stopped being grateful and started wondering how long it would be before Cora stopped getting lucky. So she told Cora to lay off, told her she could take care of herself, and naturally, Cora was skeptical.

“Protect yourself? With what? Are you going to impale the enemy with the heels of your Louboutins? Strangle them with your super strong hair? Oooh, I know, are you going to bore them to death by reciting formulas from your college Physics class?”

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous! I know karate, Cora.”

Only, it turned out that Cora actually knew karate, and was able to call Lydia out on her bluff roughly ten seconds into their first spar. The thing is, while Cora was making fun of her, Lydia managed to get on top, and she stayed their for longer than it took for Cora to admit defeat.

So it became kind of a thing. Whenever the pack was gearing up for battle, and Cora implied that Lydia should stay at home where she was safe, Lydia would remind her of the spar, and Cora would blush and immediately stop talking. Whether that was a reaction to the memory of the outcome of the fight, or the events directly after, Lydia was unsure, but as long as she didn’t have to stay back and babysit whoever it was that had gotten themself injured in the last fight, she didn’t care. 

comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops - Cora, and it’s completely Lydia’s fault. It wasn’t an issue until Lydia sweet-talked her into doing their diets together, but halfway through their second paleo-kale cleanse, Cora saw an éclair in the window of Le Petit Patisserie, and she was done for. 

blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit - CORA. If you asked me to describe Cora’s character in one phrase, this is probably what I would tell you. 

killed the guy (also, which hid the body) - Cora killed Peter a man and Lydia used her banshee powers to hide him where no one would ever find his body without her explicit permission. 

wears the least clothing around the house - Cora, in part because of her higher werewolf body temperature, and in part because she’s too lazy to pick out actual outfits everyday. 

 has icky sentimental moments for no apparent reason - Neither of them, except also completely both of them? Like, neither of them ever bursts out into random I-love-yous, and no one ever comes home with a bouquet of flowers and the promise of a romantic weekend off, but sometimes after a Lydia’s had a long workday, Cora will cuddle her a little closer that night, or put some extra strawberries on her frozen yogurt for her. Sometimes, when Lydia looks at Cora, and sees everything she misses, knows that she needs a mother, or a sister, or just any kind of family, Lydia will take her out to a playground, and they’ll sit together on the swings and talk about their day, or the Scott’s kids, or when they think Malia will get it together and propose to Kira. Sometimes, after a supernatural encounter, they’ll drive home together in silence, Cora’s hand on Lydia’s thigh, and won’t talk until the morning, instead just sitting together and stroking each other’s hair, clutching to each other and refusing to let go. And maybe what I said at first wasn’t entirely true, maybe, sometimes, on these nights there are I-love-yous, whispered and almost inaudible to human ears, but louder than sirens to these two women who in the moment care about little more than each other. 

(Thanks Monika!!!!! Sorry this is so late!!)

Send me a ship!

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tried to dress like enjolras accidentally dressed like season 1 glee

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@glmorousindierocknroll​ asked: malira or cordia

“isn’t she supposed to be some kind of genius?” “genius? yes. psychic? no.”

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favorite character meme - [1/1] character: ↳ lydia martin (teen wolf)

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cordia au + mermaid!lydia with human!cora and no way to make it last

"no matter where i sleep, you are haunting me."

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it was so good!!!! we were so close!!!!! and tbh aus//tin mc///kenzie was the only one to sign my playbill because he was the only one I asked

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went out on the boat today with howtogetawaywithsutter and co. and it was a lot of fun.

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things we got around to saying

100 ways to say i love you challenge: no.85 -’it doesn’t bother me’

953 words

Hayden/Tracy

Hayden tells Tracy what she is. She doesn’t quite get the reaction she expected.

ao3 // challenge

"I need to tell you something," Hayden says once she's pulled over outside Tracy's house, unbuckling her seat belt and twisting to face her girlfriend. Her pulse is hammering and Hayden’s pretty sure she’s fought werewolves with a lower heartrate than this. "It's kind of a big thing actually."

"That's not ominous at all," Tracy says with a gentle smile, unbuckling her own seat belt and reaching over to grab Hayden's hands from her lap where she's anxiously balling them into fists, "It's okay, Hayden. Whatever it is, you can tell me."

 "I just don't want to scare you away," Hayden says miserably, the corners of her mouth curling down, "I really like you Tracy."

 "I really like you too," Tracy says, squeezing Hayden's hand, "Whatever you have to tell me isn't going to change that."

 "It might," Hayden mutters, ducking her head, "But okay, I get your point. I need you to not freak out for me."

 "I think I can manage that," Tracy says, "But first, come here." She leans across the centre console to kiss Hayden, bringing her free hand up to curl into her hair and tug her closer. "For the nerves," She tells Hayden when she pulls back, brushing her hair back behind her ear, "You looked like you were about to pass out."

 "I still might," Hayden says, but while her pulse is still racing, it's for an entirely different reason now. "But okay. Tracy,” She takes a deep breath, “I'm a werewolf."

 "Oh," Tracy says with a laugh. She lets go of Hayden's hand and brings her hands up to frame her face, "Hayden, I already know, and it doesn't bother me."

 "You knew?" Hayden asks, her forehead crinkling as she frowns. "How? No one is supposed to know about us!"

 "I take it you haven't talked to Scott about this," Tracy says, sitting back and dragging her bag into her lap.

 "No, I haven't." Hayden says, still frowning, "What are you looking for?"

 "This," Tracy says, dropping a book into Hayden's hands, "It belongs to my family."

 Hayden flips it over and runs her fingers across the cover. It's made out of dark leather that looks as old as it smells, and there's a design of a familiar looking tree stamped onto the cover. "Hey," She says, opening it to a random page, 'Wendigo's'. "This is a bestiary. How did you get this?"

 "Like I said, it belongs to my family," Tracy says, pulling her necklace out from under her sweater and tapping the pendant, "We're hunters, like the Argents. When they changed their code my family followed, although only my mom and I hunt anymore."

 "And you knew about me?"

 "Scott told me when he turned you, to make sure I knew that you were part of his pack and not an omega." Tracy says, "There aren't too many adults around who are involved in the supernatural, so we set up our own rules to make sure than no one gets hurt who isn't supposed to."

 "And you're okay with it? My being a werewolf and all?" Hayden asks, "It doesn't weird you out or anything?"

 "Scott told me why he turned you, and I know you, I know you're not going to hurt innocent people. It doesn't bother me, Hayden. I promise."

 "I'm really glad to hear that," Hayden says, slumping back into her seat with a sigh, "I've been freaking out about this for days, I was scared you were going to freak out and break up with me."

 "I did notice, and that’s definitely not going to happen," Tracy says, tucking the bestiary back into her bag. "It was kind of cute how flustered you were though."

 "Hey," Hayden huffs, "I am not cute."

 "You are so cute," Tracy disagrees, leaning over for another kiss. "Do you wanna come inside?"

 "Sure," Hayden says, "My sister's working a double shift tonight so I'm just going to be home alone anyway."

 "Cool," Tracy climbs out of the car and waits for Hayden to lock it before grabbing her hand and tugging her towards the door while Hayden smiles stupidly at the back of her head. "I think dad's making spaghetti tonight."

 “I love spaghetti,” Hayden groans, following Tracy into her bedroom after saying hi to her parents and brother.

 “I know,” Tracy says, dropping her bag onto her desk and dropping onto her bed. “You tell me how much you love it every time we eat it.”

 “Sorry,” Hayden says, dropping down beside her, “But not really, spaghetti is amazing. Now, tell me about being a hunter.”

 “Okay, basically we hunt down supernatural creatures that are hurting people and stop them,” Tracy says, “Also I’m really good with a knife.”

 “That’s good to know,” Hayden laughs, propping her head up on her hand. “And you help Scott out?”

 “When he asks,” Tracy says, “Or when I do. Mostly I go out on my own though.”

 “You mind if I come with you sometime?” Hayden asks shyly and Tracy grins.

 “I would love that, I can teach you some stuff.”

 “I feel a lot better now that you know,” Hayden says, “It felt important that you knew.”

 “I’m glad that you felt safe enough to tell me,” Tracy says, running her thumb along Hayden’s bottom lip.

 “You mean a lot to me,” Hayden says easily, pressing her lips against Tracy’s and stroking her thumb across her cheekbone. Hayden pulls back and stares for a moment. “I want you to stick around for a while, and that’ll be easier without secrets.”

 “I’m planning on it,” Tracy says seriously, “You’re going to get sick of me.”

 “Never,” Hayden says. 

Tracy can’t help but agree with her.

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have some photo’s from today bc i looked pretty good

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cordia au → lydia and cora go to the school dance together

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fic wip: scream/cordia au. ↳ A few days before the anniversary of her mother’s brutal murder, two of Lydia Martin’s classmates are found dead. The next night, she finds herself in the plot of a bad horror movie. The list of people she can trust is short: her boyfriend, Jackson; her best friend, Cora; and Cora’s cop brother, Derek. Lord knows she can’t trust the local reporter, Stiles Stilinski, who used her mother’s murder as his breakthrough piece.

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contraltos >>>> lydiacora

i’m still amazed this url wasn’t taken