#boydlydia

[softranswolves]

Screaming on pure instinct when she sees Boyd impaled on Derek's claws, the force of Lydia's banshee powers saves his life. After the dust settles with the Darach, the two find connection in mutual losses and danger, forging a bond neither expected. They've hurt one another in turn but when they focus their power toward the ones who hurt them first, well. There will surely be hell to pay against a werewolf and banshee.

[rospeaks]

"When we did the egg assignments in ninth grade," Lydia says, throwing her books on the table with more force than Boyd thinks is necessary, "I thought it meant we'd never have to do it again." 

[swingsetindecember]

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those lips look like love to lip readers (up close, the world’s deadliest venom) by gyzym [In the rough and tumble weeks that follow, scrambling to kill the latest in what Boyd suspects will be a long line of bad men who hate to die, nothing shines but her.]

Untitled by dylanofuckme [They both had lost someone important to them, sure in different ways but they both felt the feeling in their chest. The tight feeling you get when someone leaves your life. The hold on your heart that never quite goes away no matter how much time has passed.]

(such selfish prayers) i can't get enough by aduviri [Sometimes she lays on her back on the bed and lets him come to her, his long legs loping across the room, his pace steady and his eyes a pressing weight on her body, on the swells of her breasts and the curve of her hips, the languorous lines of her legs. He slides onto the bed, on his knees at the edge, and he towers over her for a moment—not intimidating, but thoughtful, careful, (and here she smiles, feels her amusement dance around the corners of her mouth) verging on worshipful.]