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for @laurahale-appreciation’s day 1 prompt: Laura Didn’t Die
Laura trains the pack in combat
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“Get up, Scott, we’re not done yet.”
Scott groaned pitifully from the floor. “You may not be, but I am.”
“Let the loser rest,” Jackson said with a preponderance of fake sympathy, polishing his claws on his shirt. “If he can’t handle it, then - “
He cut off with a yelp as Scott swept his feet out from under him.
Laura threw her head back with a laugh. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about!” She offered Scott a hand up off the floor, which he took with a grin. “Fight dirty like that every time, kid, and you might just survive college.”
#LHAW21#twedit#fyteenwolf#fytwolf#teenwolflegacy#lauraedit#Laura Hale#Scott McCall#Jackson Whittemore#Teen Wolf#edits by me
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WHAT IS IT?
A week-long fandom event dedicated to celebrating everyone’s favorite big sister, Laura Hale, back again for a fifth year!
WHEN IS IT?
The last full week in September, Sunday the 19th through Saturday the 25th!
HOW DO I PARTICIPATE?
Create! Write a fic, make a gifset, draw art, compile a rec list or a fanmix, spill your favorite headcanons, or put together some nifty meta. Any and every medium is welcome, as long as what you produce centers around or heavily features Laura.
This is an informal, low-pressure event! You don’t have to sign up or make any promises. You’re welcome to produce something for every day of the week, or just drop in for a day or two, whichever suits you best. Just submit your work directly to this blog, or post it to your own and tag it with LHAW21 so that I can find it and reblog it here for everyone to see!
WHAT ARE THE RULES?
1. Laura must be either a main character or a prominently featured secondary character in whatever content you produce.
2. All content must be tagged appropriately, including any and all warnings/triggers.
3. All ships are welcome, and no ship-bashing will be tolerated.
4. Please be respectful in all your dealings.
WHAT ARE THE PROMPTS?
The prompts haven’t been chosen yet! Every year so far has been full of great ideas, but we all need a little variety in our lives. So, as with previous years, I am opening up the decision-making process to you, the participants!
If you want a say in what prompts are chosen for this year’s event, GO VOTE HERE!
As always, I will be making promo posts for each theme once they have been determined, and you will be more than welcome to interpret the prompts as closely or as loosely as you want to (or ignore them completely).
Just get creating!
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Laura Hale Appreciation Week - Day 3: Alpha Laura @laurahale-appreciation
It’s her, the girl who cried wolf
but she cries no more,
she’s moved on to a place
where all can hear her call.
The wolves of the world
take their time to hunt.
A time between time,
a time without end.
She’s not a wolf,
but she’s not human, either.
She’s a creature of the night
a wolf to be born.
Who prowls the darkened streets
where the stars are her eyes,
and she’s the only one
who knows how to see.
With wolf skin she wears,
and fangs that she tears
full moon eyes, bloodshot night
she rises.
A very vague concept: Laura being a badass alpha werewolf.
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LAURA HALE APPRECIATION WEEK - DAY SEVEN THEME: DEALER’S CHOICE
Local lesbrarian Laura Hale runs her own bookstore and community book exchange in a small shop in New York. She befriends Noshiko Yukimura one day when the kitsune strolls in searching for a particular book, and when her daughter and Laura hit it off, Noshiko suggests Laura take Kira under her wing, at first acting as babysitter and later mentor and confidant as she grows older.
#i need lesbrarian Laura pls#it's why Derek is so into old books#LHAW21#laura hale#kira yukimura#*moodboards#i tried to find a young picture of arden but all i really got was that one from pll#sliding this under jess' door when i should be sleeping
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the art of realization (tw fic)
the art of realization
Laura Hale/Valerie Clark
1.9k, no archive warnings apply, death, grief, Beacon Hills’ rampant alcoholism
Laura doesn’t love like humans do.
But maybe Val doesn’t either.
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Storm Song - a Laura Hale fanmix
I’ll send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home
Burning like a slow flame, you’ll never find me gone
LISTEN
Forest Fire - Brighton Once - Brad Caleb Kane Wolves Without Teeth - Of Monsters and Men In the Woods Somewhere - Hozier Lights - Wanderhouse Things We Lost in the Fire - Janet Devlin Always - Gavin James Make A Shadow - Meg Myers Life in Her Yet - Rag’n’Bone Man Burning House - EZA, Aaron Krause The Wreck of Our Hearts - Sleeping Wolf Dark Runs Out - Amy Stroup Storm Song - PHILDEL Carry Me Home - The Sweeplings On the Other Side - Phillip Larue
for Day 7 of @laurahale-appreciation
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For @laurahale-appreciation! I had been meaning to write this fic since last year's LHAW, and I finally started writing it! Instead of one long fic, I'm writing it in chapters. This is for the Resurrection theme! I finished on time, but uploading it took over half an hour, so hopefully it's still okay!
Title: Beta to Alpha, Alpha to Beta (Chapter 1)
Rating: T
Warnings: Canon-typical injury
Theme: Resurrection
Words: 1423
Summary: Instead of Peter, Laura is the one who comes back to life, but Derek is still the alpha.
AO3 link
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Masterlist: Edits edition.
I already have a fics masterlist (found here), and I thought, maybe I should have one for my edits too! I don’t do these very often, but I like to keep my blog organized, so. (Or as much as I can organize at least lol).
These are in the order they were posted, so from my first edit I posted to the latest one. Please kindly reblog because seeing people reblog my stuff is the biggest motivator ever <3 So if you want to see more content, hit that reblog button!!!
Tyler Hoechlin as Jack Harper
Stiles Stilinski in an orange/black theme (which I suppose represents the Nogitsune??? Idek.)
Laura + Cora + Derek + Stiles edit for LHAW21 (there’s also a ficlet)
Famous & Rich Lesbian Laura Hale living her best life. Also for LHAW21.
My contribution to Suptober21 (+ ficlet)
Sterek (Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale) Fic Concept: Supernatural is known, and Stiles and Derek are on the opposite sides of the waging War. But maybe, not for long.
Marrish (Lydia Martin/Jordan Parrish) Fic Concept: Model!Lydia & Photographer!Parrish. Inspired by @elisela‘s post. (this post)
SterekWeek2021 - Day 2: Quotes - Lyrics Edit (not a moodboard)
Malira (Malia Hale/Kira Yukimura) Wedding AU Moodboard for KiraAppreciationWeek21
Platonic Kira × Erica × Stiles Nerdy AU Moodboard for KiraAppreciationWeek21
Derek Hale Gifs - Beta!Derek & Alpha!Derek
Sterek Gifs - The Elevator Scene
Dylan O’brien/Sadie Sink Edit - The Kitchen Scene + Lyrics
Taylor Swift in I Bet You Still Think About Me - Gifs
Dylan O'brien/Sadie Sink (ATW short film) Edit + quote
Derek Hale + Kate Argent + "Love Hurts" - Gif Edit for DerekWeek21.
Erica Reyes & Jackson Whittemore Moodboard with a not!fic ft. The Hale Pack for EricaWeek2021
Lydia Martin/Jordan Parrish celebrate their First Christmas as a married couple - Moodboard
Yennefer of Vengerberg - parallel gifs of her not saving/saving a child’s life
Renfri and Geralt in the Tavern - Gifs
Yennefer of Vengerberg - One Icon, exactly 128 by 128 pixels.
More Icons - 8 Icons of Jaskier The Bard from “The Witcher (TV)”
Jaskier singing "Fish Monger" in 1×4 - 6 gifs.
The Witcher (TV) Edit - Title Cards for Geralt, Renfri, Ciri, Yennefer and Jaskier.
The Witcher (TV) - 2×8 Reveal at the end, a Gif Set
Derek Hale × Stiles Stilinski Moodboard - College AU/First Date + a summary of my idea for the edit
Derek Hale × Stiles Stilinski Moodboard - Vampire!Stiles/Werewolf!Derek AU for @deepestbelieverstranger
Sterek Moodboard - Vampire!Stiles/Cursed!Human!Derek (hence he is a 'werewolf') for @deepestbelieverstranger
Sterek Moodboard - Human!Stiles/Merman!Derek
Sterek Moodboard - Reaper!Derek/Immortal!Human!Stiles for @greyhavenisback
Sterek Moodboard for WIP Fic by @greyhavenisback! - Professional Dom Derek Hale
Nick Nelson × Charlie Spring = Narlie Nickie - gifs edit + quote by moi
Nickie Yellow/Orange themed gifs
"Your Existence Makes Me Happy" - Nickie Gifs
#sterek#marrish#spn#destiel#teen wolf#moodboards#laura hale#void!stiles#cora hale#tyler hoechlin#jack harper#malira#the hale pack#kira yukimura#erica reyes#stiles stilinski#malia hale#derek hale#dylan o'brien#sadie sink#all too well short film#kate argent#yennefer of vengerberg#the witcher#renfri#geralt of rivia#jaskier the bard#jaskier#myedit#sh.edits
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for @laurahale-appreciation’s day 4 prompt: Complete AU
Laura, Cora, and Derek as a Powerpuff Girl-themed punk band
#LHAW21#twedit#fyteenwolf#fytwolf#teenwolflegacy#lauraedit#coraedit#derekedit#Laura Hale#Cora Hale#Derek Hale#Teen Wolf#edits by me#favorites of mine
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for @laurahale-appreciation’s day 6 prompt: Resurrection
season 2 AU: it’s Laura in Lydia’s head, not Peter
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“Nice gloves.”
There was a girl on the bench beside her. Long brown hair, big green eyes. Pretty. Well dressed enough that Lydia should’ve remembered seeing her around school. But she didn’t look even vaguely familiar.
Lydia folded her hands primly in her lap. “Thank you.”
The girl shifted in her seat, eyes darting around the room like she was looking for an escape route. Or waiting for an attack. “So,” she said. “What’s your brand of psychosis?”
“What’s yours?” Lydia muttered back. Anyone acting that shifty, especially one clearly waiting for the guidance counselor the same way she was, had to have a number of neuroses.
(read on AO3)
The girl laughed sharply. The heels of her boots dragged across the linoleum, leaving skid marks in their wake, and her fingers dug into her thighs until it had to hurt.
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said. “But you won’t believe anything else I have to say either, so here we go.”
“Actually,” Lydia cut in hastily, “I have an appointment. So, if you don’t mind, I’m just going to—”
The girl grabbed hold of her arm and yanked her down before she’d even finished getting up. Lydia stared at her, wide-eyed and disbelieving.
“Get your hand off of me,” she hissed, “before I start screaming.”
“If you had any idea how much of a threat that truly is,” the girl said, “you might actually believe what I’m about to tell you.”
Lydia tried to yank her arm free, but the grip was viselike. She opened her mouth to yell for Ms. Morrell to come collect her nutjob, but the nutjob in question beat her to it.
“Listen,” she said, urgency in her voice. “I know it sounds crazy, but I need you to trust me. My name is Laura Hale and—”
“Why should I trust you when you give me a fake name?” Lydia asked. “I watch the news, you know. Next time you need to steal an identity, try picking a less high profile murder victim.”
The girl—Laura, supposedly—tightened her hold on Lydia’s arm. When Lydia hissed in pain, though, she let go in a hurry. Lydia cradled her sore wrist against her chest, pressing herself into the far corner of the bench, as far away as she could get. Maybe-Laura didn’t try to grab her again. She clutched at her knees instead, white-knuckled.
“Look,” she said with forced calm. “I did say it sounded crazy. I know it does, but that doesn’t make it less true. There are a lot of things that you don’t know, Lydia. Things about yourself, even. About your family, your lineage.”
“Mostly Irish,” Lydia told her dryly. “Some French, on my mother’s side. If you just want to talk genealogy, Ancestry.com may be a better bet.”
"There’s only one ancestor I care about,” Laura said. “Your paternal grandmother, Lorraine.”
A chill swept through Lydia. “How do you know—”
“She was a banshee. And so are you.”
Lydia shook her head. “You’re insane. And probably a stalker.”
Laura had the audacity to roll her eyes. “I’m not a stalker,” she said. “But I do need your help.”
“What could you possibly need my help for?” Lydia demanded. “I don’t know anything! Nobody will tell me anything!”
“I will.”
Laura took her hand. Not like before, all grabby and desperate, but gently. Her hand was hot even through the leather of Lydia’s gloves and there was an intensity in her eyes that Lydia couldn’t look away from. No one had looked at her like that in weeks. Lately, it felt like nobody had bothered to look at her at all, unless they were whispering behind their hands.
Lydia may have finally gone crazy herself, but she thought she might’ve seen a flicker of red in those green eyes. It should’ve scared her. It did. But a lot of things had scared her lately, and nobody else was offering her an explanation for it all. And, in spite of everything, there was something about this girl...
Through a dry mouth, she said, “What do you want from me?”
Laura let out a long, shaky breath and squeezed her hand.
"I want you to bring me back to life.”
#LHAW21#twedit#teenwolflegacy#fyteenwolf#fytwolf#lauraedit#lydiaedit#Laura Hale#Lydia Martin#Laurydia#Teen Wolf#manips by me#fics by me
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for @laurahale-appreciation’s day 4 prompt: Complete AU
Laura and Stiles on social media
#LHAW21#twedit#teenwolflegacy#fyteenwolf#fytwolf#stauraedit#lauraedit#stilesedit#Laura Hale#Stiles Stilinski#Staura#Teen Wolf#edits by me#i paid real money for an account on a legit fake socmed site to make these damn things alfkdhj#don't judge me too much#also Laura's canon actress(es) being disregarded and the fancast field being wide open is very convenient#cuz it means you can cast her as whichever actress happens to have photos with the actor you ship her with XD#congrats Kaya you get to be Laura today
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for @laurahale-appreciation’s day 7 prompt: Dealer’s Choice
an assortment of wallpapers
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for @laurahale-appreciation’s day 6 prompt: Resurrection
holy water cannot help you now
a thousand armies couldn’t keep me out
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for @laurahale-appreciation’s day 5 prompt: Sibling Rivalry
Derek paints and Laura is his favorite subject
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After the fire, Derek doesn’t speak. For months on end, he’s silent as the grave, no matter how Laura asks and begs and pleads and screams at him to say something. Anything. He just...won’t. Or he can’t, Laura isn’t sure. All she knows is that, for all that he wasn’t in the fire, her brother is lost to her too.
At least, that’s what she thinks.
He doesn’t speak. But he does draw.
It starts with pencil sketches on napkins and in the margins of the textbooks Laura forces into his hands in the hopes that he might at least get his GED, if he won’t go back to school. Lopsided profiles and half-finished pairs of eyes. The occasional nose, nostrils just a little out of proportion.
Laura sees, but she doesn’t mention it. Drawing attention to it might make him stop, and she doesn’t want this to stop. It’s the first sign of life she’s seen in him since they lost everything.
So she keeps her mouth and leaves a pack of new colored pencils on the desk in his room. He doesn’t say anything about them—or anything at all, go figure—but Laura catches him shading in one of his sketches with orange and green two days later.
He graduates to printer paper after a few weeks, shooting furtive looks at Laura like he thinks she might take it away from him. When she doesn’t, he stops hiding it. He draws on the kitchen table, tucked into the corner of the couch, out on the fire escape when the tiny apartment got too stifling to stand. He carries the pack of pencils around with him until he wears them down to stubs.
He doesn’t show Laura any of his finished drawings, though.
And he still doesn’t speak.
(read on AO3)
When he runs down his last colored pencil, he stands by the door with the empty box in his hands, head down but eyes on Laura. It’s an unsubtle hint and she takes it. At the art supply store, Derek wanders a little aimlessly, hands twitching at his sides. An employee asks him what he’s looking for and, for one breathless moment, Laura thinks he’s going to tell her.
He doesn’t. But he makes eye contact, which is progress. And he musters up a shaky smile for the cashier when he pays for a palette of watercolor paints and a small pad of good, thick paper.
Derek doesn’t paint where Laura can see. He’ll work on his sketches in the same room, as long as she doesn’t try to look over his shoulder, but he disappears into his room to paint them. Laura considers that a fair trade for how often he meets her eye these days. He even chuckled at one of her jokes a time or two. If his secret paintings can do that when Laura hasn’t managed it in ten months, she isn’t going to complain about it.
He brings it into the living room sometimes, Laura thinks, when she’s at work. A few times, she’s heard the flutter of paper and creak of hinges just before she opened the front door. Makes sense; the living room has the best natural light.
She gets used to the ritual. She closes the car door with a little more force than necessary in case Derek is buried too deep in his artistic endeavors to hear her drive up, listens to him pack up and scurry off to his room, and pretends she’s none the wiser when he emerges from it to nod at her in greeting. It becomes such a common pattern that she doesn’t notice when the pack-up-and-scurry doesn’t happen.
Laura opens the front door to find Derek still in the living room. When he got a hold of the easel, she has no idea, but he’s got it set up in front of the west-facing window, taking advantage of the late-afternoon sunlight. He meets her eye directly and holds it, paintbrush in his hand. Then he dips the brush into his water cup, picks up more pink pigment, and goes back to painting.
Laura hesitates on the threshold, unsure of the protocol here, whether going around his back to the kitchenette would be too close to peeking and make him flee again. Derek seems to be holding steady, so Laura closes the door, hoists her grocery bags, and tentatively makes her way past him. She tries to keep her eyes averted, just in case, but the lure is strong.
She makes it all the way through dinner prep before she caves. It’s meant to be a quick glance—just to see if he’s painting landscapes or still lifes or surrealist nonsense what—but what she sees stops her in her tracks.
It’s her.
She thinks it’s their mother, at first, which punches her in the gut. Twice; one with the memory of her, and again with the reminder of just how much Laura is growing to look like her. She avoids mirrors nowadays for just that reason.
But it’s definitely her. The fall of hair across her cheeks is just right, the straight line of her nose, the smooth arch of her brow. Derek has taken some liberties with the color palette, but it lends a dreamy quality to the piece that almost makes it glow.
Laura abandons the salad she’s tossing. Derek has to hear her approaching, but he doesn’t turn, even as she comes to a stop at his left shoulder. He traces another line of delicate purple through her hair, hand steady and sure.
“Derek,” Laura breathes. “This is beautiful.”
His cheek twitches with the beginning of a smile, a huff of almost-laughter escaping him. Laura catches onto the joke a beat later.
“I don’t mean me,” she says, waiting until he pauses to wet his brush again before she elbows him. “Just—this. I had no idea you’d gotten so good. Thank you, Derek, for letting me see.”
Derek’s brush pauses in midair. Slowly, he pulls it back and deposits it in the water cup. Then, he slips away to pick up something from the coffee table: the pad of paper he got from the art store, weeks ago. He holds it tight in his hands for a moment.
He hands it to Laura.
She takes it gingerly, disbelievingly. It feels heavier to her than it probably is. She doesn’t dare to open it until Derek crosses his arms and huffs impatiently.
Inside are some sketches and some paintings, starting out clumsy but growing in neatness and style as she turns every page. They’re all of Laura. Even the anatomy practice, isolated features from different angles scattered across some of the pages, they’re all obviously meant to be her.
“I...I don’t know what to say.”
Laura tears her eyes away from a drawing of her turned away from the viewer, long hair loose and scooped over her shoulder, barely more than the curve of her cheek and tip of her nose visible. She finds Derek with his head down. He glances up at her for a moment before his eyes skitter away again. He turns back to his current work.
Laura traces her fingers over another sketch, feeling the impressions of each stroke on the page. Hundreds of drawings. Her, her, her.
“Derek,” she says, helpless. “Why? Why is it just...me?”
She doesn’t expect an answer. Derek hasn’t spoken in almost a year. Him actually responding to her question is so unlikely that she almost doesn’t process it when he says, in a voice that’s small and hoarse from disuse:
“Because you’re all I have left. And I want to make sure I keep you.”
Laura stares at him. She stares at his painting, her face on the paper so very like their mother’s—their mother, whom they have no pictures of because all the family photo albums burned along with her.
She lays the sketchpad down, waits for a pause in Derek’s work, and wraps her arms around him from behind. He keeps painting. That’s okay. Laura just tightens her hold, buries her face in his shoulder, and breathes in the scent of the only family she has left.
“Derek?” she asks eventually. “Can you do me a favor some time?”
He turns his head, cheek brushing against her temple.
“Draw some of yourself.”
He turns a little further, brow scrunching down in confusion. Since his cheek is right there, Laura presses a kiss to it.
“For me, dummy,” she says. “Believe it or not, I want to keep you too.”
Derek doesn’t say anything back. But a week later, she finds a painting of him, dreamy-soft in blues and purples, on her pillow. It says everything it needs to.
#LHAW21#twedit#teenwolflegacy#fyteenwolf#fytwolf#lauraedit#Laura Hale#Derek Hale#Teen Wolf#edits by me#fics by me#fanfiction
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LAURA HALE APPRECIATION WEEK - DAY ONE THEME:
LAURA DIDN’T DIE
Kicking off the week, we imagine what would have happened if Laura had actually made it to 1x01 (and beyond). Insert Laura into the canon narrative and see what happens, or hop into the future and show her as a well-established member of the Beacon Hills Gang!
Remember, any kind of content is welcome!
Submissions accepted beginning on September 19th!
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Laura Hale Appreciation Week - Day 4: Complete AU @laurahale-appreciation
Crown on your head,
heavy.
Better off dead,
envy.
Hold each other
in the dark.
Through the back
I depart.
So don’t smile for me,
cause this is not a happy ending.
A very vague concept: Queen Laura x High priestess Lydia - Medieval AU, Forbidden love.
Inspire by Halsey - Bells in Santa Fe
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