femslash february 1/? -> cora/lydia/marin
marin: a witch with a penchant for kitchen magic who puts her spells and advice to work in her hometown cafe, delivering extra pep in her coffee, peace in her herbal teas, zest for life in her cranberry orange muffins, and something to think about after you walk out the door. her matter of fact tone and hint of mystery keep the regulars coming back.
cora: an orphan who grew up running. bouncing from distant relative to distant relative, she traveled the word and learned how to take care of herself when she was finally old enough to settle back home on her own. she spends her mornings keeping herself fit to get out again if she needs to and her nights serving up international cuisine in the restaurant launched with her inheritance.
lydia: chemistry was her plan from her very first kiddie lab kit, but pursuing her degrees brought molecular and physical gastronomy to her attention. a new world opened up inside everyday things that she'd always taken for granted, and she followed her curiosity into food science and, particularly, the meticulous yet experimental world of confectionery.
when the three of them connect on social media to share a drive down the coast for a women leadership in food service conference, they hit it off in ways they never would've considered back in beacon hills.
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I call to you, I touch your lips, I am your own little bird.
post canon allison lives au in which she and lydia escape from all the bullshit and live out my their dreams in the countryside
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Дело №12: “Поговорить по душам”.
Пара: Corydia.
“— Просто расскажи мне свою историю...”
Даже спустя несколько лет, Лидия не переставала поражаться одной мысли, которую ей подарила Кора. На просьбу Мартин рассказать о себе немного больше, девушка лукаво улыбнулась, поднялась на ноги и, взяв с полки книгу, протянула её Лидии.
— Что это? — недоумённо спросила Мартин, удержавшись от саркастичного тона. — Книга про тебя?
В ответ Хейл лишь пожала плечами и опустилась рядом.
— Нет, конечно. Но мне кажется, что о человеке можно судить по тому, что ему нравится. Это, — Кора бережно коснулась кончиком указательного пальца обложки книги, — моя любимая. Попробуешь прочесть?
Лидия зачарованно наблюдала за собеседницей. Всего пара слов раскрыла ей больше информации о типе мышления юной Хейл, чем всё время, что ей довелось провести с ней до этого момента.
Позже Мартин могла с уверенностью заявлять, что Кора была права и, даже не стеснялась напоминать девушке об этой мысли. Хейл на это лишь улыбалась и обнимала Лидию, притягивая как можно ближе к себе.
~ Маленький фем как смысл жизни ~
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Cora/Lydia? :)
65. “Look at me—just breathe, okay?”
Cora Hale/Lydia MartinRating: M, Word Count: 371Tags: Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship
Lydia dodges Cora’s claw asshe throws herself onto her girlfriend’s lap.
‘Cora!Look at me!’
The claws are coming at her again. This time, she managesto grab Cora’s wrists and wrestles themdown until they’re on the pillow by Cora’s head. Cora is snarling, staring ather with wide, frightened eyes.
‘Look atme,’ Lydia says, her voice as calm andsoft as she can manage after the struggle. ‘Justbreathe, okay?’
Cora blinks, and finally the scared gaze softens into oneof recognition. Her claws and fangs retract, only her eyes are still a bright,werewolf-yellow. She takes in a shuddering breath and relaxes beneath Lydia.
‘Did Ihurt you?’ she asks, searching Lydia’s face and bare arms.
‘I’m fine.’ Lydiabrushes the hair off Cora’ssweaty forehead. ‘How are you?’
‘I...’ Cora hesitates then she gentlypushes Lydia off of her and slides out of bed. She’s at the window in a single bound and throws it open. Thecool night air that instantly fills the room, makes Lydia shiver. Cora leansout and inhales deeply, steadying herself with each breath. ‘I dreamed of the fire,’ she says.
Lydia grabs Cora’shoodie from the floor by the bed, and joins her girlfriend by the window.
‘I haven’t dreamed about it for so long,’ Cora continues. She shakes her head.
‘Theanniversary is coming up.’
Cora nods.
‘Youshould call Derek,’ Lydia says. ‘We don’t have to go to Beacon Hills, but you should call Derek.’
‘I will.’ Cora turns away from the window andpresses herself against Lydia, burying her face in the crook of Lydia’s neck. ‘Ican still smell the smoke.’
‘We canleave the window open.’
‘Youhate sleeping with the window open. I’ll takethe couch.’
Lydia shakes her head and presses a kiss to Cora’s hair. ‘I’m not leaving you alone. I’ll just have to cuddle up real closefor warmth. And make you take all the bugs out tomorrow.’
Cora huffs out a laugh and squeezes Lydia’s waist.
‘But howabout some tea first?’
‘Thatsounds great.’ Cora pulls back and restsher forehead against Lydia’s. Hereyes are back to their usual brown. ‘Ilove you.’
‘I loveyou, too.’
Wanna play Fic Roulette?
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