I need someone to wildly IM about this Lydia-resurrects-Laura-Hale fic I’m writing. (I also need someone to beta it for me later, but they can be separate people.) Anyone willing?
Dead women talk amongst themselves. (“See, you should have stayed home that day. Smoke inhalation’s gotta beat being torn in half.”)
sometimes i look far into the distance
and scream
‘WHY DID WE GET DEREK INSTEAD OF LAURA!!!!’
In Lydia-resurrects-Laura AU I am kind-of-sort-of writing there is a scene where Laura is lounging on a pile of pillows drinking fruit juice out of a martini glass after a long hard day of talking to people whose lives her brother has fucked up
and Derek comes in
and Laura is like “Bro, I love you, but you need to get your shit together.”
he just kind of stares at her because she is lounging on a mountain of pillows drinking fruit juice out of a martini glass while giving him life advice
and Laura is like “That’s right, I can do this because my shit is already together. Go fix yours.” He just kind of stands there. “Go!” she yells, and shoos him out with her martini glass.
(… & then he totally has no idea what to do, because he knows he has fucked up massively but he literally has no idea which bits were the fucked-up ones or how to apologize for or fix them. So Scott and Laura eventually have to sit him down and explain exactly how bad all of his life choices have been.)
Oh, man, DO I EVER HAVE HEADCANONS ABOUT LAURA HALE. DO. I. EVER.
She was always going to be alpha, and, like many children who grow up groomed for inescapable authority, I think that fact shaped her in ways she didn’t even realize. Before the fire, she took almost nothing seriously—it all seemed like a joke, compared to who she would be someday, compared to the unavoidable truth that she was stronger, sharper, more capable than almost everyone she interacted with outside of her pack. I actually think that’s part of what drew Derek to Kate, if I’m going to be honest; he grew up with Laura, who had this caustic sense of humor, who looked at reality as something to laugh off, who carried herself with the knowledge that she was a cut above her surroundings. So when he met Kate, with that same bitter humor in the twist of her mouth, with the same cutting laugh, with the same tendency to meet the day with the assumption that it was all a joke, it was easier for him to relate to her than it had ever been for him to relate to anyone before. I think that before the fire, Laura made pocket money by driving to Vegas and using a fake ID and her preternatural attractiveness to get a seat at the high-rolling poker tables. She could smell everyone’s bluffs and hear the excited jumps in everyone’s heartbeat, and it was so easy to take them that it was hilarious, the same way everything else was.
I think she lost that, after the fire. It’s harder to look at the world as a joke when the joke is on you.
A line from a Laura/Lydia fic I will never write (as opposed to the one I am):
She loves Laura as anyone might love a dead woman they have never met: quiet and hopeless, with a dead sense of forever in the back of her throat.
Teen Wolf AU ¬ Laura comes back from the dead to help Derek (instead of Peter)
‘Welcome back sis.’
(Source: bjhunnicutts)
laura’s dead.
she went back to their home and died. left a voicemail on his phone, called him der-der liked she did before the fire. i’m so close, der-der! and then she died.
he has done this, he knows.
she’s in pieces, in halves. laura did nothing by halves. she lived in full, bright pieces that shine into his life. she laughed in full. cried in full. loved in full. laura was never half of anything, always the whole package.
and yet, laura is dead
a part of him is not surprised. a part of him has shirts stolen away, notes with her handwriting in it - scribbles with a lipstick kisses at the end, has videos of them, photos of her smiling, of her dancing - happy all saved up. a part of him put them in a fireproof lockbox hidden away. a part of him has always known she might be taken away.
a part of him is always right. and he hates it.
fuck okay I guess I really am going to watch the rest of season two and write that Lydia-resurrects-Laura-Hale fic, just so I can write the scene where she goes to find him and he cries all over her and accidentally breaks one of her ribs from hugging too hard but she doesn’t say anything because it’s Derek, and she was dead. And now she’s not, and everything is going to be okay.
Teen Wolf AU: Lydia resurrects Laura Hale.
Derek has never felt so close to Laura as he does in her absence.
He’s sure it wasn’t like this before, even right after the fire. They’d clung to each other tightly, so scared of losing that last connection. He worried sometimes that he’d wake up and she’d be gone forever. Now that Laura is dead, though, it seems like his sense of her is stronger than ever. He knows just what she’d say to Scott and Stiles, exactly how she’d talk to Sheriff Stilinski (“—I’ll take care of him, I promise,” and a grin) to bail him out of jail. Laura could deal with all of this, easily. She could make it work. Sometimes he knows just how—but he’s no Laura.
—
There were a lot of hugs, at first, until Derek realized a lot of them were just as awkward for her as they were for him and they moved on to casual friendly violence. Laura’s shoulder-punches were things of beauty, each a novel’s worth of I love you, you know that, right?
He knows.
DEREK AND LAURA HALE omfg I guess I wasn’t kidding when I said sibling relationships were my favorite. To him she was the greatest and she would do so much better at everything than he is but he’s not her and he can’t do things the way she would so nothing is going right.
The thing I like best about Derek is that he’s not doing this for his Dead Little Sister (tvtropes!); he’s doing this for his dead big sister, who was his hero. He idolized her and he still does, but he’s nothing like her, personality-wise, and that hurts.
