Drabbletag5: "Good Taste," Teen Wolf, Kira/Lydia
Title: Good Taste
Author: phoenixfalls (@AO3)
Prompt: Spark
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Relationship: Lydia Martin/Kira Yukimura (unrequited)
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Summary:
One of the minor tragedies of Lydia’s life was that she apparently had the same taste in women as Scott McCall.
It was one thing when it was Allison. Allison was a goddess, Artemis reincarnate, clad in leather and wielding a crossbow at the hunt. She was as far out of Scott’s league as Lydia was out of Stiles’. It was only Allison’s love of puppies and other hapless things that made their relationship work.
Kira was much more Scott’s speed: awkward teacher’s kid, tripping over herself and giggling when she was nervous. They made sense together. Lydia didn’t feel any jealousy at all when she watched them peer up shyly through their eyelashes at each other, flailing their way through their courtship.
Then Lydia saw Kira wield her sword in a fight for the first time. Her clumsiness melted away, her self-consciousness evaporated, and all that was left was steely-eyed determination and exquisite grace as she sliced through their enemies.
It made something spark deep in Lydia's gut, and the part of Lydia that never stopped gauging how she would be perceived mentally threw up its hands in disbelief. Apparently she was going to pine. Again. Fuck her life.
Author: phoenixfalls (@AO3)
Prompt: Spark
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Relationship: Lydia Martin/Kira Yukimura (unrequited)
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Summary:
One of the minor tragedies of Lydia’s life was that she apparently had the same taste in women as Scott McCall.
It was one thing when it was Allison. Allison was a goddess, Artemis reincarnate, clad in leather and wielding a crossbow at the hunt. She was as far out of Scott’s league as Lydia was out of Stiles’. It was only Allison’s love of puppies and other hapless things that made their relationship work.
Kira was much more Scott’s speed: awkward teacher’s kid, tripping over herself and giggling when she was nervous. They made sense together. Lydia didn’t feel any jealousy at all when she watched them peer up shyly through their eyelashes at each other, flailing their way through their courtship.
Then Lydia saw Kira wield her sword in a fight for the first time. Her clumsiness melted away, her self-consciousness evaporated, and all that was left was steely-eyed determination and exquisite grace as she sliced through their enemies.
It made something spark deep in Lydia's gut, and the part of Lydia that never stopped gauging how she would be perceived mentally threw up its hands in disbelief. Apparently she was going to pine. Again. Fuck her life.