A/n: this kind of sad and angsty but it ends in an eh spot so enjoy! STYDIA FTW!!!!
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"You know, I think it's better this way," I mumbled. I winced as the knife was twisted in my gut. The person stabbing me paused.

"What?" They whispered.

"It's better if I die. Or if I somehow left the pack. I could get over Stiles. And he wouldn't feel obligated to me. To make me happy. I mean, he understands the feeling, ya know? He pictures me. He knows what it's like to love someone a lot and not have them love you back. But the thing is, she does. She does love him. She just won't admit it, ya know?"

A chuckle. "You're pathetic, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I sigh. "I suppose. Talking about a boy as I die." I shake my head. The knife is ripped from me and I gasp, holding my stomach, trying to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding somehow.

"Well, they're coming, so. Yeah. Have fun."

"You too," I call over my shoulder as they disappear down the pipes. I wince as I try and keep breathing but find difficulty. Footsteps start echoing and it makes me nervous that they seem to echo, as if down a tunnel, when I can see that the footsteps belong to the people that I can see running towards me, only a few feet away.

They seem to move in slow motion, feet pounding on the ground of the place I was in. One of them fell to their knees, skidding an inch. They grab my arm, checking for a pulse. "Scott?" I whisper.

"It's Stiles," the voice says, having that same echoey sound as the footsteps.

Oh. Great.

"Lydia," I breath heavily. "Where is she? Is she okay?"

"She's fine," Stiles breathes out. "What you did... Thank you. Thank you so much. You saved her. Now... Now I have to save you. Come on." He picks me up and I exclaim in pain, buckling as the spiking reminder of my wound overwhelms me.

"What's... Oh..." He set me back down. "Who did this?" He whispered.

"I don't know... It doesn't matter."

"Why wouldn't it?" Stiles asks, looking at me seriously. Or I assume so. My vision has started blurring.

"You need to get to Lydia," I grunted. "Now."

"Wh-why?" Stiles is horribly confused but he knows that I'm a Seer. For the longest time we thought I was a Banshee like Lydia but then I started to see things, other than just feeling and predicting death. I started predicting other things. Futures.

"I don't know. You know I don't always know. You need to go. Like, NOW!"

"But-"

"GO STILES!"

"I can't leave you here!"

I sighed. "Did you know that I'm in love with you?" I asked.

He freezes. "Uh... Yeah."

I nodded. "Thought so. Well, you love Lydia-"

"I'm not going to let you die because I love Lydia," Stiles snapped.

I smiled. "I can see you guys together. Ive seen it so many times. So many dreams. I used to dismiss it. But with me being able to predict so many things, I know... I know that it's going to happen. I'll move on, Stiles. I know you feel obligated to be my friend and play nice with me because of how I feel but... Well, I'm not part of the pack. I'm part of Theo's pack. I'm dangerous to you guys. He doesn't even want me, to be honest. After we figured out I wasn't a banshee he didn't care that I was able to predict futures. He didn't want me."

I sigh, shaking my head. "We'd want you," Stiles tells me. "I think it's pretty cool what you do. And play nice? Pretend? We are friends, you goof. Now get up so that I can get to Lydia, okay?"

I laughed, then winced. "You're stubborn."

"Yup. I'm notorious for it." He picks me up bridal style, which surprises me. He begins to move through the tunnels. It's not super easy, I can tell, but he refuses to complain or put me down. He's determined to get to Lydia.

Then it happens. We get out of the tunnels and it hits me.

My eyes start glowing and Stiles freezes, putting me down to the ground quickly. I float up, my body straightening and my wound healing.

"You're the, uh, Goddess that possessed her, yeah?" Stiles asks nervously.

"Yes," I find my mouth moving. I'm barely conscious, but defiantly not in control.

"Lydia. Is she - "

"She's fine. But we must hurry. I'm going to lose control soon as she's coming to soon."

"I still don't understand why you help us..."

My lips curled into a smile. "My host is bound to me. I tied us together because I knew she was the best host I will ever have, have ever had, and could ever have. I want her to be mine, so I've bound her to me permanently. She's immortal, as I am. She won't age, she won't die. And while to me, I don't understand human relationships or emotions such as love, she does."

"So you save our lives because she wants you to?"

"Precisely."

"Thank you, Y/n," he whispered.

"She's more than happy to oblige you," She responds.

We're running now, me more floating than running as Stiles most defiantly runs next to me. "Was she a Seer before you... Bound with her?"

The goddess laughs. "Yes she was. That's another reason I chose her. I'm powerless really. I'm the goddess of affection. Attraction. Her pure love and complete innocence drew me to her. We are one. I would adopt her name, as I have many in many different cultures, but she's fighting me still, scared of me. Of my intentions. But to answer your question, yes, she was."

Stiles nods. We get to Scott's house and we hear a shattering scream. Stiles and... I exchange a glance. The more she takes over the more I consider her as myself. It's strange. We race inside and Lydia is against a wall, a blade to her throat. The blade is bloody, though Lydia hasn't bled to what we can see.

"It's him," I growl. The Goddess and I are coming closer and closer, becoming more and more one being. I growled as Lydia was being attacked. "PUT. THE BLADE. DOWN!" I commanded strongly. The attacker freezes, obeying my words as if he had no choice. "Back. Up!"

The attacker turns. It's a faceless person, no eyes, no nose, no mouth. My fists clench. "BE GONE!" And in a puff of smoke, he is. I know it's a he, despite proof. She knows. The Goddess. She's seen him before.

I apologize. He was trying to kill me.

Us, I correct. If he tried to kill you, he has to go through me. Therefore. He was trying to kill US.

I could feel her smile, even though my lips didn't move from their sneer.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

"Uh... Y/n? Are you... Uh...?" Lydia steps forward.

I smile, relaxing. "Hello, Lydia Martin." The voices are two now. The Goddess' flowy one, sounding like, as if K were breathing the words or whispering so we're coming from the wind instead of a voice speaking them. Hers, and mine. Stronger, happier.

Lydia, this is Y/n. And a friend. I'm here to tell you something that Stiles can't hear.

Her eyes go wide. You're... In my mind?

Speaking to your mind. I can t see anything. I smiled and she smiled back. Stiles. And you? "Stydia"?

Uh... What about it?

I think it should happen. And I think you do too.

I-

Just think about it, will you?

Uh, sure.

Remember I'm possessed by the Goddess of Love, will you?

Lydia chuckled. Will do.

I turn to Stiles. "Is this how you'll always look now?" Stiles asks.

I shake my head, landing as the Goddess turns her powers down.

Give me a name, would you?

Cynthia, I think immediately. I'll call you Cynthia. I loved that name. I'd always wanted to name my daughter that. Now that I wouldn't have one, ever, I wanted her to take the name.

I would love that name.

I love it too.

Cynthia it is.

"No," I answer finally, my eyes going back to normal. "Only when I use my powers."

"So you and The Goddess? You're...?"

"We're... Bound," I said simply. "We are two brains, but one person. While I have my power and she has hers, they are used as one power. I can access her thoughts and she can access mine. We are one person. But, she does have her own name." I smiled.

"You named her?" Lydia breathed, eyes wide. She knew the importance of naming a Goddess you're bound to. I nodded. "What did you name her?"

"Cynthia," I answered, smiling. Stiles smiled too, knowing the importance of that.

He then seemed to get sadder. "Are you mad at me?"

"For being in love with someone other than myself?" I asked, laughing. "No Stoles. I only wish you happiness. We wouldn't work out anyway. I'm damned now. I can't age. I can't... Have kids. I can't have a family... Maybe I'll find some super hot vampire," I joked, shrugging. Stiles nodding, realized how bitter sweet my situation was.

"Why did you bond with her? You were so bent on having a family. It was a big deal to you," Lydia asked, looking worried for my happiness.

"Honestly? Well, I'm not going to lie to you. Because I want to be able to protect you guys. I want to be useful in my own amazing way. And fighting her wasn't going to make her go away. It was going to kill me. So die now or save myself and possibly my friends in the future and live forever." I shrugged.

"You're a great friend," Lydia whispered.

"I try to be," I joked.

Stiles and Lydia s lied at me and then I motions them off to their regular day things. As they walked away, her shoulder bumped his on "accident" and I smiled to myself.

So, I didn't get the guy. But he got a great girl and a promising future.

Stydia for the win.