Touch pt.2 | Lydia Martin

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"I wouldn't complain seeing you guys shirtless everyday."

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"Dude!" Charlotte yells when she sees Stiles, Lydia and Allison walk out from the Hale vault.

The three teens look up, their eyes lighting up when they see sixteen year old Charlotte waving at them excitedly, her smile wide from the amount of hugs she had received from the others.

"Dude!" Stiles yells back happily, quickly leaving Allison's side and running over to her.

The two immediately hug each other tightly, Stiles swingling them side to side a little as Charlotte buries her head into his chest.

"Don't you ever fucking do that again, bitch." Stiles mutters in her hair, not letting her go.

"Do what? Become an eight year old girl named Isabella? I thought it was quite enjoyable." Charlotte hums, smiling innocently when Stiles pulls away to look down at her blankly.

"I panicked." He defends himself.

"Okay, Condom Carrier. Whatever you say- Allie! Lyds!" Charlotte cuts herself off when she sees the two girls, leaving Stiles before she hugs Allison, making the huntress let out a small laugh and tightly hug her back.

"Nice to see you didn't almost die whilst I was gone." The Lynx hums.

"Nice to see you actually alive and not dead." Allison retaliates as Charlotte pulls away, the Lynx slowly walking towards Lydia.

"Hey, you don't know, but being stabbed is the best way to put someone to sleep... you should stab people more often." Charlotte hums before she turns to Lydia, instantly bringing the Banshee into a hug.

"You're hugging me last?" Lydia asks teasingly, wrapping her arms around her waist and leaning her head on her chest.

"Gotta save the best 'till last." Charlotte smirks, making Lydia let out a small laugh, holding Charlotte tighter.

"You... you're not allowed out of my sight ever again." Lydia tells her, not even stopping the smile spreading across her face.

"Does this mean I get to sleep in your bed with you?" Charlotte asks with a small, dramatic gasp, making Lydia playfully roll her eyes and shake her head at the others.

"We also need to talk..." Lydia trails.

"Sounds serious after a death and new-age experience... No thanks." Charlotte hums, making Lydia pull away from the hug and send her a look.

"Looks like the cat's out of the bag." Isaac mumbles in a sing song tone.

"Good one." Malia laughs, the two high fiving.

"I will claw you both." Charlotte turns to glare at them, making them laugh again.

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"Honey, I'm home!" Charlotte yells in a high pitched voice as she walks into the loft, instantly spotting Derek and Peter on the couch.

"Arlo?" Peter asks with wide eyes, looking at his daughter in shock.

"Where have you been for the past... three hours?" Derek asks as Peter stands up.

"What? A supposed dead supernatural being can't become sixteen again and disappear for a few hours? Nothing suspicious about that at all." Charlotte scoffs before Peter stands in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest.

"What the fuck's happening right now?" The Lynx asks.

"You little shit." Peter glares, flicking his daughters forehead, making her send him a small glare.