My, My

clotpolesonly:

for day 3 of @laurahale-appreciation week: Femslash!! some Laurallison fluff because i can never have enough Laurallison in my life


Laura hefted the compound bow into position, pulled, and immediately let go. “Good god, how do you even do this?”

Allison’s laugh was downright delighted. She clapped her hands, head thrown back and long neck a pretty cream in the bright sunlight. Laura had a hard time pulling her eyes away but she managed it eventually.

“No, really,” she said. “This takes so much work. Drawing this thing hurts muscles I didn’t even know I had, and I’m a werewolf! I’ve got literal super-strength. I can lift a car over my head.”

“Of course you can, honey,” Allison said easily. “And you can do this too, if you’re not a baby about it.”

Laura’s mouth fell open in indignation. Allison’s eyebrows rose in an undeniable challenge and Laura narrowed her eyes in return. She did lift the bow again, though, so she figured Allison was probably winning this round so far.

Of course, she had already won, really. She had gotten Laura all the way to an archery range when Laura had been swearing for weeks that she had no interest in it at all. That was what Laura got for making bets with her girlfriend—Derek had told her a dozen times that her competitive nature would get her into trouble someday. This probably wasn’t the kind of trouble he had meant, but still. Laura now had proof that being a werewolf might help with speed and strength and reflexes, but it did fuck-all for aim.

Which didn’t make her any more confident with the weapon in her hand. She dragged it up to eye level, struggling to keep the nocked arrow in place, and took hold of the string. Again, pulling it back took far more effort than seemed reasonable, but she persevered this time and held it steady.

Releasing the arrow made the entire bow jolt alarmingly, and the arrow not only went wide but also only made it halfway down the course. It was sort of pathetic and Laura huffed in aggravation.

Allison laughed again. Laura wanted to be mad about it but she was such a damn sucker for Allison’s laugh that she could barely muster up a pout. A pout which Allison seemed to think was adorable, damn it.

“Here,” she said, tugging the stupid bow out of Laura’s grip. “It’s all in the stance.”

Allison nocked a new arrow with the smoothness of long practice. When she drew back the bow, it was steady and confident, and the arrow flew straight and true to hit the bulls-eye dead on.

Laura would’ve liked to say that she was paying attention the stance Allison was demonstrating, but it would be a lie even a human could sniff out, so she didn’t bother. Instead she hummed and reached out to dance her fingertips along Allison’s bicep, tantalizingly bare in her flowery tank top.

“My, my,” she said teasingly. “What big, muscly arms you have.”

Allison rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t fight a grin. She wrapped one arm around Laura’s waist, reeling her in close, and said, “All the better to hold you with, my dear.”

“And my, my, what sweet lips you have,” Laura said. Just as she’d hoped, Allison obliged her with a kiss, deliciously flavored with cherry lip gloss.

“I’m sensing a bit of a role reversal here,” Allison murmured without pulling away.

“Is that a problem?” Laura whispered back.

Allison kissed her again. “No.” The hand on Laura’s waist slid downward, over her hip and further, making her heart race with the thrill of being naughty in public, even if there was no one else on the course. But instead of a grope, Allison pinched her. Laura yelped. “But you trying to get out of your archery lesson is.

Laura groaned long and loud, but Allison just grinned at her wickedly and shoved the bow back into her hand.

“You’re so lucky I love you,” Laura said.

“Quit whining and let me do that thing where I get all up close and personal under the guise of teaching you.”

For once, Laura did as she was told. Having Allison pressed up against her back was no hardship, after all. When Allison paused the lesson to press a wet kiss to her neck, Laura decided it might even make the whole thing worth it.

So, how about Cora/Lydia “You know what we’re doing is wrong.” – I’m curious what you might make of it :)

graciebirdie:

“You know what you’re doing wrong?“ Cora asked, serious frown on her face as per usual.

Lydia flipped her hair over her shoulder, sending her an amused glance.

“I knew what was wrong the moment the spell didn’t work.” she said with more confidence than she was feeling. She was actually only about 80% sure a drop of werewolf blood was the answer to the problem she’d been having with her potion.

A touch of supernatural healing would help her garden heal from the vicious ladybug attack.

Cora gave a put upon sigh and held her hand over the pot boiling away on Lydia’s stove.

Lydia carefully pricked her finger with a pin and watched on drop of her blood fall into the potion. It started to bubble more aggressive for a moment before letting of a poof of smoke.

Lydia grinned triumphantly. “I’ll pay you back for your services in tomatoes.”

Cora snorted before leaning closer to Lydia and smiling suggestively. “Or you could pay me back in sexual favors.“ She gave an eyebrow wiggle for added effect.

Lydia snorted and pushed Cora’s face away from her. “You’re going to have to give more than just a drop of blood if you want to exchange sex with me.”

Cora pouted at her.

Lydia sighed and gave in to her girlfriend’s pathetic puppy dog face. “Fine. You can have a kiss.”

Cora grinned at her and gently pulled her into her arms. She gently brushed a kiss to Lydia’s lips.

“Thank you for your bodily fluids.“ Lydia said with a smirk.

Cora grinned and growled at her before picking her up and throwing Lydia over her shoulder, carrying her out of the kitchen.

“No!” She said with a little giggle. “The magical plant healing potion!“

“Don’t even try it.” Cora said in amusement. “I know it has to simmer for an hour now.“

Lydia hummed in thought before asking “What ever will we do for an hour?”

Cora just laughed.

ghost-of-erica-reyes:

Pirates&Mermaids!fic (and art) for the lovely agendermalia in the context of the Teen Wolf Femslash Exchange!

Title: The Sea Loves a Shipwreck

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 18,948 words

Main Pairing(s): Laura Hale/ Lydia Martin

Warnings: None

Summary: Adventure, death, and vengeance make for some pretty exciting tales, but Captain Laura Hale cares for little else than the famous lost treasure. Too bad a mermaid with a penchant for murder seems to think the same way.

Or, the one where Laura thinks she probably would have found the booty by now if she could tear her eyes away from said mermaid long enough to look for the damn thing.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4643943

jhnnystorm:

i know you care; for the wolf with the armored heart and the redheaded girl who pierced it {for my princess} [ l i s t e n ]

oh lord, i’m begging you please
don’t take this sinner from me

01. overjoyed – bastille // 02. i know you care – ellie goulding // 03. the devil’s backbone – the civil wars // 04. kiss that grrrl – kate nash // 05. whatever you like (cover) – anya marina // 06. starring role – marina and the diamonds // 07. your kisses – daughter // 08. radio – lana del rey // 09. proof – paramore