"You're like the new Derek," Erica says. Boyd smirks at the comment. Lydia crosses her arms. "Alright, rule number two, don't ever compare me to him," she says. Erica grins. And so it goes.
(Rule number one? Don't be creepy with the bond. It had earned an eyebrow raise from Erica, which was quickly squashed by Lydia glaring. Boyd remained motionless through the whole exchange, staring at his fingers in confusion.)
"Rule five," Lydia practically shrieks the words, "no making out in front of me." Erica hisses as Boyd dumps her from his lap onto the couch. Lydia sighs slightly at the action. "Sorry, boss," Boyd says. Rolling her eyes, Lydia stomps across the room and sits on the couch, squeezing between the pair. Boyd drops his arm across the back of it and Erica's leg is right against Lydia's, but she tries very hard not to notice. "You smell nice," Erica comments, one finger wrapping around Lydia's curls. Lydia shudders - reminded of another claw against her face, in her memories or her dreams and she's not sure which - and Erica freezes. Her hand jerks away. Lydia nods, a non-response to the whole thing.
(Here's the thing: sometimes they do these things - wolfy things - and they're hauntingly familiar. She always is shaken by them, thrown off momentarily, and both Erica and Boyd stop. There's not even a pause, not even a moment of hesitation, they just quit. Whether it's the bond or something else, Lydia does not question it.)
"Rule ten, Scott's pack is our pack," Lydia says. She exhales and shrugs out of her jacket, dropping it on a chair. "I can't believe it's taken me ten rules for that to come up." "It was implied," Boyd comments. Erica nods and Lydia considers it for a second before shrugging. Erica crosses the room in a few strides, her boots clacking loudly against the floor as she does. "Isaac's jealous, y'know," she says, a smirk in her voice as much as it is on her face. "We've got the hot, cool alpha." "You're saying Isaac doesn't think Scott's hot?" Boyd asks, teasing. Erica tosses her hair over her shoulder as she turns to look at him. "Shut up, I mean he doesn't think Scott's cool. Which he isn't. Not like our Lydia," Erica punctuates this statement by tossing an arm around Lydia's shoulders. Lydia nearly shrugs out of it but stops at the last second. Erica's smile - for all the grandeur in her words - is genuine. "Well, they can't all be winners," she says. Her heart does a funny thing when even Boyd smiles at the statement.
(Rule number eleven, which comes shortly after, is that they can't talk shit on Allison. Anyone else in Scott's pack is fair-game.)
"Rule fourteen," Lydia brushes her hair from her face, blood smearing as she does. "If someone wronged one of us and we hunt them down, the injured party gets to decide their fate." She licks her lips nervously then nods, more to herself than anything. Erica and Boyd stay frozen where they are, teeth bared and claws digging into their captive's arms. He struggles, as he has been for the past half hour. It's in vain, as it has been for the past half hour. "And all things considered, I decide death," Lydia says, her voice shaky. She heaves the axe over her shoulder, drawing it back, then splits Peter's throat.
(After, they pour kerosene on him and lit him up. Lydia had always thought she'd grin in the flames. Instead she cries a little. Erica rests her head on her shoulder and Boyd wraps his arms around both of them. It helps.)
"You know you can let loose sometimes," Boyd says as Lydia braids her hair back. She pauses, looking at him inquisitively. He shrugs. "Sometimes you act like this is just a working relationship and it doesn't have to be." "What?" Lydia asks. Erica bounds up to her, arms around her waist instantly. Lydia jumps at the touch, purely from shock, not fear. "We like you," Erica explains easily. Lydia ducks her head and Erica laughs, like bells, in her ear. "Even with all your rules." "Especially with all your rules," Boyd corrects. Lydia looks up him, leaning back into Erica's arms and smiles. And so it goes.
HOLY SHIT THIS IS PERF I WOULD READ LIKE 10000 WORDS OF THIS
Seriously though, this is a relationship I would've never thought of before. I love the worship Boyd and Erica have for her, I love how completely in-charge Lydia is while still having doubts and fears.
"You're like the new Derek," Erica says. Boyd smirks at the comment. Lydia crosses her arms.
"Alright, rule number two, don't ever compare me to him," she says. Erica grins. And so it goes.
(Rule number one? Don't be creepy with the bond. It had earned an eyebrow raise from Erica, which was quickly squashed by Lydia glaring. Boyd remained motionless through the whole exchange, staring at his fingers in confusion.)
"Rule five," Lydia practically shrieks the words, "no making out in front of me."
Erica hisses as Boyd dumps her from his lap onto the couch. Lydia sighs slightly at the action.
"Sorry, boss," Boyd says. Rolling her eyes, Lydia stomps across the room and sits on the couch, squeezing between the pair. Boyd drops his arm across the back of it and Erica's leg is right against Lydia's, but she tries very hard not to notice.
"You smell nice," Erica comments, one finger wrapping around Lydia's curls. Lydia shudders - reminded of another claw against her face, in her memories or her dreams and she's not sure which - and Erica freezes. Her hand jerks away. Lydia nods, a non-response to the whole thing.
(Here's the thing: sometimes they do these things - wolfy things - and they're hauntingly familiar. She always is shaken by them, thrown off momentarily, and both Erica and Boyd stop. There's not even a pause, not even a moment of hesitation, they just quit. Whether it's the bond or something else, Lydia does not question it.)
"Rule ten, Scott's pack is our pack," Lydia says. She exhales and shrugs out of her jacket, dropping it on a chair. "I can't believe it's taken me ten rules for that to come up."
"It was implied," Boyd comments. Erica nods and Lydia considers it for a second before shrugging. Erica crosses the room in a few strides, her boots clacking loudly against the floor as she does.
"Isaac's jealous, y'know," she says, a smirk in her voice as much as it is on her face. "We've got the hot, cool alpha."
"You're saying Isaac doesn't think Scott's hot?" Boyd asks, teasing. Erica tosses her hair over her shoulder as she turns to look at him.
"Shut up, I mean he doesn't think Scott's cool. Which he isn't. Not like our Lydia," Erica punctuates this statement by tossing an arm around Lydia's shoulders. Lydia nearly shrugs out of it but stops at the last second. Erica's smile - for all the grandeur in her words - is genuine.
"Well, they can't all be winners," she says. Her heart does a funny thing when even Boyd smiles at the statement.
(Rule number eleven, which comes shortly after, is that they can't talk shit on Allison. Anyone else in Scott's pack is fair-game.)
"Rule fourteen," Lydia brushes her hair from her face, blood smearing as she does. "If someone wronged one of us and we hunt them down, the injured party gets to decide their fate."
She licks her lips nervously then nods, more to herself than anything. Erica and Boyd stay frozen where they are, teeth bared and claws digging into their captive's arms. He struggles, as he has been for the past half hour. It's in vain, as it has been for the past half hour.
"And all things considered, I decide death," Lydia says, her voice shaky. She heaves the axe over her shoulder, drawing it back, then splits Peter's throat.
(After, they pour kerosene on him and lit him up. Lydia had always thought she'd grin in the flames. Instead she cries a little. Erica rests her head on her shoulder and Boyd wraps his arms around both of them. It helps.)
"You know you can let loose sometimes," Boyd says as Lydia braids her hair back. She pauses, looking at him inquisitively. He shrugs. "Sometimes you act like this is just a working relationship and it doesn't have to be."
"What?" Lydia asks. Erica bounds up to her, arms around her waist instantly. Lydia jumps at the touch, purely from shock, not fear.
"We like you," Erica explains easily. Lydia ducks her head and Erica laughs, like bells, in her ear. "Even with all your rules."
"Especially with all your rules," Boyd corrects. Lydia looks up him, leaning back into Erica's arms and smiles. And so it goes.
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Seriously though, this is a relationship I would've never thought of before. I love the worship Boyd and Erica have for her, I love how completely in-charge Lydia is while still having doubts and fears.
Great work. <3
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