a quick one-shot depicting how I think Lydia's childhood and teenage years went.

Sometimes Lydia can't help but marvel at how much she loves him. Even after months of dating, the anticipation of a soft, sweet kiss never fails to leave her breathless.

Written for the following Stydia-Fanfiction tumblr prompt: Cliche, but. Stiles and Lydia have been secretly dating for a while, (Malia and Stiles are done) and after one of their rendezvous; neither see the very noticeable marks left in a hurry.

Filled for the following prompt on Stydia-Fanfiction from Tumblr: Lydia goes to Victoria's Secret with Stiles and they end up having sex in the dressing room.

Their plan worked. The assassins were able to distract the pack, leaving Lydia Martin - the precious Banshee - vulnerable.

Lydia and Stiles didn't plan on attending the same university; it just sort of happened. Kind of like they didn't plan on sleeping together after a night of drinking with their friends; it just sort of happened. [ONE SHOT unless otherwise convinced]

Six years ago, Stiles and Lydia slept together for the first time. When he woke, she was gone. / Multi-chapter fic based on Lips of an Angel.

They're just teenagers - teenagers on the run from someone intent on murdering every last member of the McCall Pack. Kira, Malia, Liam - and now Scott. They're all dead, taken down by the one killer they can't seem to beat. Stiles and Lydia, the only two pack members left, flee Beacon Hills in hopes of saving their families - and themselves.

Stiles and Lydia are plagued by nightmares neither one of them can shake, so they turn to one another for comfort. / Shameless smut, really.