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recsforzombies.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2013-12-01 05:17 pm
hold my hand (it's a long way down) by walksbyherself (Mature)
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Lydia Martin/Peter Hale
Length: 597 words
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/users/walksbyherself/pseuds/walksbyherself
Why this must be read:
This short, jab-punch-jab-rhythmed, SEXY fic is just the thing for those who want to understand the appeal of Lydia/Peter, but don't want to be traumatized by it. (Especially if that trauma is induced by bad writing.) This Lydia isn't traumatized, either. She's over it. She is a warrior. In a legitimate way that expresses her very canon meanness and cunning. She is no example of faux girl power.
This fic deserves your attention for this image alone:
She stockpiles weapons in her parents’ garden shed, lets Peter get on his knees for her there one morning before school. Afterward, he straightens out her dress with gentle hands. His mouth is still shiny and slick when he kisses her goodbye.
I mean . . . the symmetry and metaphor and contradiction all wrapped up in that one image is just . . . precious. Not in the condescending sense, but in the sense that it is something to treasure.
This fic was written well before S3, but it dovetails nicely with where Lydia's mindset is right now.
For something that's fun and light while still keeping its teeth bared, try hold my hand (it's a long way down)
Pairing: Lydia Martin/Peter Hale
Length: 597 words
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/users/walksbyherself/pseuds/walksbyherself
Why this must be read:
This short, jab-punch-jab-rhythmed, SEXY fic is just the thing for those who want to understand the appeal of Lydia/Peter, but don't want to be traumatized by it. (Especially if that trauma is induced by bad writing.) This Lydia isn't traumatized, either. She's over it. She is a warrior. In a legitimate way that expresses her very canon meanness and cunning. She is no example of faux girl power.
This fic deserves your attention for this image alone:
She stockpiles weapons in her parents’ garden shed, lets Peter get on his knees for her there one morning before school. Afterward, he straightens out her dress with gentle hands. His mouth is still shiny and slick when he kisses her goodbye.
I mean . . . the symmetry and metaphor and contradiction all wrapped up in that one image is just . . . precious. Not in the condescending sense, but in the sense that it is something to treasure.
This fic was written well before S3, but it dovetails nicely with where Lydia's mindset is right now.
For something that's fun and light while still keeping its teeth bared, try hold my hand (it's a long way down)