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[offeryourheart]

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[stydiawritings]

The Antique Store.

Genre : fluff, dating!stydia, banshee!lydia and her banshee! powers.

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Lydia wanted a vintage feel for their study. It was weird, thinking that now she was decorating their home. Not the dingy apartment they had for four years, but an actual home. It was a place she’d only dreamed of owning, shocked beyond belief when Stiles had brought her a deed to sign and a key to her dream house. Unbeknownst to her, he had been sneaking around behind her back, creating the house she had always wished for but never really saw in her future. It wasn’t a sprawling estate, and maybe she was sick of large houses with too many empty rooms with too cold floors and bare walls and her parents scoffed at her ‘sad excuse for a home’ when they first laid their eyes on it but she loved it. She knew for a fact that Stiles had taken into account every single detail she had whispered to him over the years and made it into what she wanted most. He had helped paint it himself, he picked the colors and the flooring and him and the wolves took care of the inside while the construction workers did the frame and all the heavy work. Stiles wanted it to be perfect and perfect meant a perfectly good surprise. Now, the couple stood in the middle of Beacon Hills’ Antique Shop, sorting and sifting through numerous knickknacks and decorations until Lydia would decide which she wanted. She needed it to be perfect, considering a bulk of her time will be spent there when he’s off at the station and they aren’t worrying about the supernatural. He picked up what appeared to be a fake crystal ball and held it up to her, giving her a smirk. “Babe, what about this? You could keep it on your desk.” He suggested as she turned quickly and sharply. “What was that?” She asked, turning towards him and looking up at him, then at the object in his hands. “What was what?” “Didn’t you...didn’t you hear that?” Lydia asked him softly, looking around the store. It was just the two of them in one of the aisles facing a wooden bookshelf, and the store owner at the counter flipping through a newspaper. His face contorted, and he shook his head as he set the ball back in its place on the shelf. “Lydia, there wasn’t anything to hear..” He trailed off, watching as her face flashed different emotions, all in the range of about a minute and a half. “We’re leaving.” He decided, taking hold of her hand and beginning to trail her towards the front door when she stopped and held her feet on the ground. “Stiles, you can’t hear that? Any of that?” She softly questioned him, turning her head left and right, back and front and to the side again. All different voices, all little voices stringing together around her, saying different things in different languages. She couldn’t concentrate on all of them, whispering back to them trying to quiet them so she could hear clearly. “Stop! I can’t understand all of you!” Lydia whispered under her breath, as Stiles looked around to see the hosts of the voices she had heard. Sure enough, there weren’t any people around. Then it donned on him, an antique store. Numerous artifacts that held all different significant meanings for others, their own stories trapped in the very fiber of their creation. “Lyds, maybe this isn’t the best idea.” Stiles suggested quietly in her ear, intertwining their fingers and slowly pushing her back to the stores entrance. He lifted his free hand in a wave to the store owner as the two left, Lydia looking dazed and confused like she was frozen in time. She sort of was, he supposed as the two stopped at a bench down the street and he sat beside her. “Maybe, in hindsight, bringing a banshee to an antique store wasn’t the best idea.” Stiles admitted, hanging his head a bit and looking down at the girl on his left. “They were all talking, it was so hard to understand. Ugh, I have such a headache now.” Lydia complained, sitting back and letting the cold from the metal bench sink into her back. He threw an arm around her shoulder, kissing her forehead and frowning at the thought of her being stuck surrounded by objects with their cultural ties and whispers in her ear constantly. “I’m thinking more of a brand new, out of the box vibe for the study. Like literally, go to ikea and get a hell of a lot of things and just use those because it literally just came off the truck. Something that doesn’t have a story attached to it, especially all those freaky voices.” She nodded her head in agreement, sighing softly and looking back at the sign to the store. “Never again,” they both repeated to each other with a small smile.