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Pydia Drabble Prompt : Jealousy [requested by thealphasgirl]
Hearing those words - it will only make them stronger - made Peter take a pause. Stronger? Did Derek mean strong enough to actually make them bigger and badder? Was it strong enough to give him a chance? The chance he had been aching for, to leave a few marks on that little brat Aiden for touching his immune princess?
"How much stronger?"
The answer was sufficient enough, Derek and Peter locking eyes. Derek assumed the question being asked - strong enough for him to live, to actually fight back, to give he and Scott a fighting chance. All Peter wanted to know was whether or not he would get a few good hits in. The kid needed to be knocked down a few pegs. Yes, he had managed to catch Lydia’s attention for a few minutes, but so had others. No one had left a mark quite like him.
Of course, he didn’t get very far, even with the shot of epinephrine to the heart. The loss of strength wasn’t too appreciated either as he began to feel the withdraw, but he had gotten a few swings in there and felt a little better, perhaps. But he realized, as he stood there facing off against the conjoined twins that made even him take a pause, that perhaps his girl was a bit in over her head. The anger that pup possessed… He wasn’t willing to take the risk. Peter had to say something.
Cora would be safe with Isaac, who would do as told, and the Argents as well. Peter was out the door, not willing to face Allison or Chris, given their past… interactions. He preferred against getting a few arrows or bullets into his chest, and quickly made his way out into Beacon Hills.
He knew already where he was headed. He had overheard that annoying one that never shut up mention to Scott, his little True Alpha, that Lydia had made it to the hospital in the city. Well, it just so happened that his journey downtown towards his apartment would take him just past the hospital. All it took was a few minutes back to Beacon Hills Memorial, and then he was on his way, driving fast towards his little Banshee.
The hospital was overflowing - that was apparent enough, after all of the rough weather in Beacon Hills from the storm… not that it was just any storm. That was all brought on from the power of a druid with a revenge plot, but none of that was his concern at present. What was was the young girl sitting in the ER with so many questions and a cut around her throat.
Acting the role of the worried uncle, and given the fact that this was the city and not as close knit as Beacon Hills was, Peter was immediately shown towards Lydia’s room. He knocked, politely, and heard her voice saying that he could come in. He wondered the response that he would hear if she knew it was him. His hand gripped the handle and he went to open it when he heard a voice from his past-
Peter disappeared, then, promising silently that he would see her again very soon.
But he hadn’t realized how soon when he opened up the door to Derek’s loft and saw her standing there, bruised throat standing out against her beautifully fair skin. Every part of him wanted to step forward, take away that pain, remove those marks, wanting to replace them with bruises of his own. Just as Aiden’s hands had no place on her lovely form, neither did Jennifer’s. That bitch would die for the harm that he had caused, just as soon as Derek and his status was taken care of.
His eyes finally shifted away from her, unable to look at her without reaching out, touching her, marring her further. Not now… but very soon. So very soon.
It was impossible to tell her anything but the truth. He had promised himself, long ago, that he would only give her the truth. Anything other, and he would surely have his words used against him. She was far too smart for him to tell her other than what was fact, and the real facts, not as he chose to remember them. Derek was seemingly silent, and as Lydia moved to leave, Peter followed after her. He couldn’t resist.
She smelled… heavenly. A mixture of watermelon and citrus and wildflowers… and Aiden… and Stiles? Once again, that urge to cover her in his marks and scent overpowered him, but he suppressed it, simply bowing his head towards her slightly as she left the loft, closing the door behind her.
Derek’s phone buzzed a few times, messages from Isaac telling him what was happening at the veterinarian’s clinic. He tried to ignore the fact that Lydia was Stiles’ anchor, for lack of a better phrase, and made a note to punish Stiles soon as well. He continued the messaging with his nephew’s former beta, trying to ignore the hum running through his veins. Very soon.
She was a vision, standing before him, proud. Even with one of the Alpha twins beside her, not the correct one of course, Peter recognized that she was still drawn towards him. She was fighting it, pulling away, but then their eyes would lock and they were both drawn in. That connection they had shared was still there, sending another pleasant hum of energy through him. He would be sinking far more than his teeth into her once the time was right.
And the time was right, he realized, as he watched Jennifer Blake, or Julia, bleed out in front of him. The blood sacrifice to the nemeton fed the power around it, and he knew all that was left. Lydia. He had to wipe that stench from her body, replace those marks with his own, and sink into her mind once more, although this time through more traditional efforts.
The time passed by quickly until he was standing behind his house, by the backdoor where, through his mind, he had appeared as his younger self, carrying her yapping dog. He was patient, waiting until Lydia did it once more, and carefully picked the dog up as she finished her business. Lydia called out, and Peter made his appearance, holding the bundle of fluff.
Her eyes went wide, and he knew that she was starting to wonder whether or not she was going crazy again. He quickly removed the smirk he wore, his face turning a bit more honest; to lure her in or to show his true self, he wasn’t quite sure anymore. ”Lydia, you’re not losing your mind. I’m not reappearing once again. This is no hallucination.”
Her face dropped as she looked at him, and immediately she was taking a step back. He remembered asking her for that kiss, and the kiss he had earned at the Hale house. He would taste her on his lips this night.
"What are you doing here?"
"I had to come and see you. Tell you the news."
She was so brave, staring him down, chin raised, but her voice was shaking slightly. He found it endearing, the show she put up to appear stronger than she was, when they both knew that he truly understood how shattered she was.
"Before I tell you, I must ask - are you still seeing the Alpha brat?"
Lydia’s face twisted in confusion for a moment, always so expressive, and then her eyes opened in surprise. ”Did you kill him? That would… Ethan.”
He laughed a little, amused that she cared more for her plaything’s brother than for the boy she was using himself. ”I didn’t touch him, at least tonight. I did, however, get a few hits in at the hospital.” He sneered a little as he spoke, unable to resist.
And Lydia just laughed. Laughed, at him. He froze in his spot, a bit shocked, not even certain how to respond.
"Are you jealous of him?" she asked, still laughing. He loved seeing that laughter there, but he wanted a different reaction from her now.
"Jealous? He was a temporary plaything, as was your little kiss with Stiles. Ah, yes, I do know about that. But now, I am here to remind you-" He took a few steps forward, essentially cornering her up against the wall, and set the dog down on the ground beside him. "That you, my beautiful, intelligent banshee, are mine."
His hand reached out, curling around the edge of her cheek, and dropping down towards her throat, but Lydia was smooth and fast, reaching out her hand to slap him across the face.
"I belong to no one but myself," she hissed. "I don’t belong to Aiden, or Stiles, or Jackson, or even you. So, before you try to lay claim, rethink what you are doing here before I scream.”
Ah. There she was. His little Queen. He would gladly worship her, crown her at his side, but first, they had to overcome this little issue of the grudge she held.
"That mark on your side marks you as my own," he said casually. "It’s not something you can fight against. You simply must accept it."
"Stop being jealous," she hissed. "Green envy does not become you. You’re jealous because you only got a taste once because you tricked me. Meanwhile, Aiden shows himself as the big bad, and gets to fully enjoy me. What? So scared that I would have turned you down? That I didn’t think I could handle you? Sweetheart, I made that Alpha my slave."
He smirked again, loving this fiery side of her. Stepping forward again, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close while the other hand buried itself into her hair, tilting her head back to look up at him. Her eyes widened, but they were filled with something other than fear.
"I never tricked you. I seduced you, because you deserved to be pushed and teased and seduced. Because I couldn’t resist the need to touch you. And you loved it. You love it now. Love me coming here, love me calling you mine. And now, you’re calculating how to make me yours.”
She said nothing, just licked her lips. His eyes immediately darted there, and her heart skipped a few beats in his ears as she seemed to realize that.
It wasn’t a denial, and she wasn’t pushing him away. Peter dipped his head down, pressing his lips to hers. Of course, she had to outdo him. Her hands were moved into his hair, pulling, and he parted her lips with his tongue, tasting her watermelon lipgloss. She seemed to melt in his touch, and his hands tightened in her hair, not allowing her to move. She seemed to realize this, suddenly, how wrapped up in each other they were, and how truly defenseless she was.
Pulling his lips from hers, Peter smirked, then dropped his lips down towards her ear. He sucked on the lobe and a shiver ran over Lydia. He said nothing for a moment, then breathed hot breath into her hair. “I need to tell you my news. I killed Jennifer Blake, the bitch that ruined your skin. That dared to touch you.”
Lydia seemed frozen in his arms as those words settled over her. Perhaps, for a moment, she had forgotten what he was, and now she was pulling away slightly. As if she could escape.
His head moved and he didn’t bother glancing down at her to see the fear and confusion he knew was there. His lips moved to the other side and he nipped at the new earlobe in front of him. She melted a little and he knew that, even with blood still freshly washed from his hands, Lydia wanted him.
“Now you have a choice, Lydia. You can scream, or stand against me, tell Scott and the others, put yourself over on the side of what everyone seems to call good, and then I will have to hurt you. Or, you can choose to walk the middle ground with me, remove those that stand in your way. You can come into your own, and be more than just an immune little banshee. You do need to recognize that you would be mine, but I-”
He pulled away to look down at her, to force her semi closed eyes to look up at him. “I would also be yours.”
Her breath was caught in her throat as she looked up at him. He was waiting for an answer, and then there was a slight nod to her head.
“Words, Lydia. Use those lovely lips to say what you want.”
“I would be powerful? In control? No one else would use me or hurt me?”
“I’m the Alpha,” he said with a smirk, his eyes turning a beautiful shade of red. She didn’t pull away. “And you would be my Queen.”
He watched, waiting for her to say something, expecting her to struggle or say no, but she was a smart girl, and he watched that decision process in her mind and the smirk that she returned.
“And what would… being your Queen entail? I mean, besides the power and control and pushing anyone in my way out of it?”
His lips moved over hers again, kissing her hard, as his fingers dug into her waist, holding her close. She was kissing him back and digging her nails into his shoulders, somehow knowing how much he would love that. His teeth bit on her lower lip, drawing a bit of blood. The taste of copper filled his mouth, and he let out a moan.
“Admit you were jealous,” she murmured against his lips.
He wasn’t quite certain he had heard her properly, but that smirk and the fire in her eyes made him realize it was true. His grip tightened but her gaze didn’t falter.
“I was jealous,” he hissed against gritted teeth. “That Alpha brat had no right to touch you. To try and claim you. And I fully intend on destroying him.”
“Shhh,” she murmured pressing her finger to his lips. “We’ll deal with one annoyance at a time. For now, however, I have an itch that needs to be scratched.”
His eyebrow shot up for a moment, and then he smelled it. Her arousal. Ah. “With pleasure.”
Did someone promote my drabble Adrenaline?
I’ve gotten a sudden influx of followers over the past 24 hours and a number of likes on that drabble.
Odd. Very odd.
-pets your adorable face and tucks you into bed-
I hope no one is offended that I’m posting this in the Klaroline tag, but I figured I would let everyone know that might be reading it and wondering, and this is a few days old and want for this reader to see this post.
The next chapter of QotH is done. The chapter after that is done. I was so excited, going to drag up some betas, post it up - and then I hit a wall. The chapter after that is a bit emotional, not in the Klaroline sense emotional so just breathe, but it’s an emotional chapter for me, and I’m struggling on it. And I don’t want to give you guys two chapters only to have you waiting months for me to continue again.
So, after I push through the next through chapters and seriously get my groove back, I’ll be posting a new chapter every few days to reward you all for being a terrible author and you all being my loyal readers.
you're a klaroliner right? I mean, it's okay if you're not but i just hate the fact that some people from the fandom that shipped Klaroline now have moved on and started shipping something else on to and started hating on klaroline. just my opinion
I am indeed a Klaroliner.
As for what people have moved onto, people can ship what they want. Go for it. That being said, the people that did ship Klaroline but now hate Klaroline… that’s messed up.
That being stated, I have a feeling a lot of them might just be hating on the fandom, not the ship. You can ship a lot of things and NOT be in the fandom. I ship Maroline. Maroline was adorbs. They’re not my OTP, but I ship it. And I’m not part of the fandom. I ship Monnie, but they’re my OTP. And I’m not part of the fandom.
And you know what? I hate the Klaroline Fandom some weeks. It’s why I’ve disappeared so much. Because I just can’t stand all of the hatred and the abuse that is done by some of the members of this ship. It’s a VERY SMALL group, but it ruins things for the rest of us.
Like Sterek, if you watch Teen Wolf. The Sterek fandom makes me go insane. Because, everything is not Sterek.
Just as everything is not Klaroline.
But hey, you know, that’s just my opinion.
hey im reading your fanfiction Queen of the heartless and im dying to know what happens next!
I’m a terrible person and you people should not read my stuff because I’ve lost the muse for it. Well, not really. Okay. I’m going to just post about this in the last message I have for everyone.
Pydia Drabble Prompt : Children [requested by whenwolfsbaneblooms]
It wasn’t like Lydia wanted to spend her Saturday down at the vet clinic surrounded by a number of children and their parents. And she didn’t show up because Scott said that everyone had to come. Not at all. Lydia went down to the vet clinic because all of her friends were there, and who didn’t love a good adoption drive with a number of puppies and kittens and older dogs and cats just begging to be loved on? Of course, she did have Prada, but Prada was a bit of a snooty brat, and sometimes, Lydia could just appreciate a sweet little kitten napping on her lap, wanting nothing more than a bit of warmth and some rubbing behind the ears.
Lydia could recognize that and understand that.
What she couldn’t stand were the children. Not that she didn’t like kids. They were great. But they just weren’t her cup of coffee. They had sticky fingers and were loud and ran around with far too much energy. Oh, she greatly loved the little boys with the flowers and the sweet smiles, and the little girls that kept their dresses clean. But the mass of children that was currently standing between her and the play area of kittens?
“Not scared of a few children, are you, Lydia?” That voice was warm and familiar, just behind her. How had he managed to sneak up without her knowing it? No wonder Allison was staring at her with wide eyes, and Scott looked ready to shift. Lydia didn’t move, though. Didn’t show that his presence bothered her in the slightest.
Hadn’t he said he would leave her alone? Not seek her out? Oh, right. And then she had showed up at the same place he was twice in a twelve hour period, helped to save his nephew’s life, and was now showing up here, where apparently he had to be. Scott had said everyone. She just never thought that he meant Peter Hale.
“Don’t be absurd,” she replied, turning slightly to look at the man behind her. She kept to looking at his nose. Not his eyes. Not his beautiful blue eyes. Not his mouth. Not that smirking, yet simple smile. Not his chest. Not to where she knew his shirt dipped down, exposing an expanse of skin that she had once dreamed of running her hands over. Once.
“Allow me to hazard a guess. You’re interested in looking at the puppies and making them bow to your will. You seem to have mastered the art, after all.”
She sniffed at him in response and turned back around to look at the group of children. “You make me sound almost petty. I already have a dog, sweetheart. I was actually going to look at the kittens.” She turned around again and flashed him a smile. “I just love their claws.”
His shocked expression amused her, and then he was smirking again, taking a step closer as his hand curled around her hip, where his bite was, and his free hand was offering for her to take her first steps through the crowd. She tried to ignore his hand and instead rolled her eyes as she looked at him.
“Letting the lady go first? Why Peter, I can’t quite tell if you’re being a gentleman, or if you’re the one that’s scared of a few children.”
He scoffed in response, and she was certain he had some smart remark that would make her have to think quick on her toes, but Lydia was already making her way forward, away from his hand, and into the sea of children before her. She was careful about her steps and intent on her final destination, and somehow she made it, feeling rather victorious.
Allison looked ready to run towards her, and Scott still seemed to be seething, but Lydia just gave them both a shrug. To be honest, it was good to see him. Good to see him in a situation where they did not need each other’s help. Where no one’s life was on the line. It was neutral ground.
It was what she needed to heal, right? To see the beast that had broken her?
There she was, the one that Lydia wanted. All prim and proper, sitting there almost above the other kittens. She certainly did have some Persian in her. Not that Lydia actually would adopt a kitten. Prada would have a heart attack, and Lydia would only purchase a thoroughbred. Still, it was nice to imagine…
She had picked up the adorable ball of fluff and was turning back towards the sea of children, to smirk at Peter on the other side, when she decided to sink into one of the empty chairs first. The kitten was deposited into her lap, and Lydia looked up, a smirk of victory clear on her lips, when her jaw dropped.
Crouched in the middle of the group, with a few dogs and numerous children around him, was Peter Hale. She chanced a glance to the others, to see Stiles frozen in spot, Allison caught between horror and the need to kill something, and Scott… grinning. Did Scott know something the rest of them didn’t?
“He had children, once,” came a voice beside her. Lydia looked up, startled, to see Isaac talking to her. Isaac Lahey. He never really said much of anything, did he? At least, not to her. “Or, that’s at least what Scott suspects. He saw things when Peter did that whole…” Isaacs hand flexed, as if his claws were extended, and she nodded her head.
“It’s why he wanted him here. To let Peter have a bit of joy for once. To let him feel human again. To remind us that he was human once.”
Lydia nodded her head, and she had to force the words out, even though she didn’t mean them. “Well, it’s not like I care anyways.” Isaac ducked his head, fixing her with a look, as if he knew she was lying, and Lydia turned her head again to see that Peter was looking towards her, eyes, saddened.
She refused to look at him again, her eyes now caught on the kitten, and soon enough, another had joined the first on her lap. She kept taking occasional glances towards Peter, and then one glance up, he was gone. She sat up straight, and looked over towards Scott’s group to see that they were all talking and working again.
“So, these are the little claws you prefer.” His warm voice was coming from over her shoulder, and she suppressed a shudder, a need to melt, a smile. Her head nodded slightly, and she closed her eyes for a moment.
“I saw you made new friends,” she replied, her voice honey sweet. In truth, she was a little amazed. She did care, she had realized. Well, not realized. She had always known. More, she had admitted to herself. “Amazing. The only things that seem to like you are dogs and children. And here I was thinking they were good judges of character.”
His laughter was not his normal smirking, condescending laugh, but instead one that came fully from the heart. She finally did turn in the chair to look at him, eyes hurting slightly as she refused to rise from the chair or tilt her neck back.
“It seems that the kittens are not the only one with claws,” he said, his eyes almost dancing as he looked down at her.
“And you, Peter Hale, are amazingly good with children. Why is that?”
He seemed to flinch back, and she knew that the mark had been a strong one. Still, that didn’t change the fact she felt a pang of guilt for her comment. That fire, that dancing, that smirk, it was gone now. All that was left was a bit of emptiness.
“If you’re asking whether or not I had children, the answer is no. I never had any children. Amusing, that you’re the first one to even hint at the question Scott seems to be dancing around. The truth is, and I rarely give the truth, so appreciate this, I was younger than my sister, than our cousins, and older than their children. The inbetween. The one that was different. The children? They didn’t judge. They didn’t care. Children run and live their lives without prejudice or judgement, at least, until it’s taught to them. It’s nice, every once in a while, to not be completely hated.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment, and her eyes drifted back down to the kitten in her lap. It seemed to have fallen asleep, her companion had tottered off Lydia’s lap, and now she was just left in silence.
A small hand tugged at the edge of Lydia’s skirt, and her eyes flickered to the holder, ready to snap, when she saw a beautiful child, dressed in a pretty little outfit, smiling at her. “Are you a princess?”
Lydia wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Her mouth opened up, but Peter came to her rescue, sinking down to one knee, and lifting up one of the kittens for the girl to pet. “Oh, no. Lydia is no Princess. Princesses wear pretty gowns and command attention and respect, and they are trying to find their Prince Charming. She is actually a Queen. Can’t you tell, by how regal she is, sitting there?”
The girl seemed to study him, trying to judge whether or not she believed him, then turned back to study Lydia, who was staring at the girl, not sure how to reply. Her eyes then flicked back to Peter, not even sure what the hell to make of him anymore.
“Does that make you her Prince Charming?” Well, this child was certainly inquisitive. Peter was laughing in response, likely coming up with some smart remark to say in response, when Lydia interrupted him. She was, after all, the Queen.
“He’s my Pet,” she replied to the girl, smiling softly at her. “The difference between a Princess and a Queen is that a Queen knows she can rule without a man.”
The girl didn’t seem to like that answer, but then something else caught her eye, and she was running off. Lydia was smirking a little, and she turned her attention back towards Peter, who was staring at her.
“Your Pet?” he hissed, and she wasn’t quite sure if he was annoyed, or amused.
“You bit me,” she replied. It was the first time that had ever been said out loud, but it was almost in jest. “That doesn’t exactly make you Prince Charming.”
“I found you, and understood you, when no one else noticed.”
She laughed in response, not even letting that slap hit her hard. “Fine, then. Do you want to be my bodyguard? My advisor? Take the position. It’s yours.” It amazed her he hadn’t demanded King.
He settled back, as if he had some victory, and pushed himself up from where he had been kneeling for the child.
“You’re not that terrible with children,” Peter said, looking down at her.
“Neither are you,” she replied, her attention back on the kitten. She froze for a moment as he stepped closer and leaned forward, brushing his large hand over the kitten’s body, his hand never once touching her skin, but his lips certainly brushing against her hair.
“You won’t see me as the bad guy for ever, Lydia. You might one day see me as something of a body guard, or as an advisor.” His words were soft, meant only for her, and she didn’t even try to hide her shiver at his closeness.
“Maybe I already-”
She turned her head to look at him, and saw that he was gone. Her lips pressed together and she said nothing. All eyes were on her again, and she turned her head to look at the group. She said nothing, and none of them made a movement towards her.
Another little girl tottered over, asking about how to become a Queen. Instead of recoiling and pulling from the children, Lydia let the girls all join her as she spoke about how to never let a man make you feel less than you were, and about how, if they were going to be Queens, they had to respect themselves and be sure of their decisions. At one point, she looked up to see Peter back where they had started, watching her.
Watching her, as if watching his Queen.