Lydia is ten when she starts
dreaming of the…girl. Woman? It isn’t clear how old the girl is, or rather, the
girl appears at various ages in various dreams.
Sometimes the girl is young, a
toddler scrambling through underbrush, entangling in the leaves and bramble as
her family gives friendly chase. Dirt on red cheeks and twigs in wild hair. Innocent
smiles as she catches her breath.
Sometimes she’s older,
surrounded by younger siblings that clamber all over her, until she collapses
under the weight of their enthusiasm as they beg for warm cuddles on chilly
nights where the air nips at exposed skin.
Sometimes she’s not human. Eyes
that flash in different colors – red is alphamothersafetypower, yellow is packfamilycomfort,
blue is unknowndanger. Claws that grow out of human fingers, faces that
transform. Impulses that are hard to control as the moon tries to call out her
deepest, darkest desires.
When Lydia first starts
dreaming, trying to remember the dreams is like trying to catch a wave with
bare hands. The moment she wakes, memories start slipping out of her grasp,
until only hazy emotions remain – and those fade away too, as surely as hands
wet from a wave dry up. There’s no way for a human to capture a full wave but
there are ways to hold onto part of it. Cup your hands and have a container
ready to fill up with seawater. Lydia begins writing down the dreams the moment
she wakes up, neat words trying to bottle up loose trickles of memory.
There’s a journal Lydia starts
keeping, kept under her mattress for safety and secrecy, that tells the life of
a girl, a werewolf, as seen through the kaleidoscope lens of Lydia’s dreams. She
has no name – there is no sound in these dreams Lydia has, only emotion – but
she has a story. –
For Laura Hale Appreciation Week 2018 @laurahale-appreciation, fulfilling today’s theme of Femslash. (But also the previous days’ themes of Laura Didn’t Die and Pre-Canon.) Set in an AU where Laura is the one in a coma, and is connected to Lydia. On the backburner to be fleshed out into a full fic.
In which Laura is the rightful heir to the Hale throne and Braeden is the Lady of the Lake.
An AU that was supposed to be an entire fic for @laurahale-appreciation’s Laura Hale Appreciation week Day 7: Dealer’s Choice. Subscribe on AO3 for updates!
Braeden shrugged off the dull throb, chalking it up to lack of sleep. She choked down some painkillers and continued the process of stripping down the hotel room.
When every last trace of her presence was removed and her arsenal carefully packed away, Braeden allowed herself a moment of weakness. She leaned against her designer suitcase (retrofitted to house her sawed off, machete and a wide assortment of ammo) and massaged her temples. If anything, the pain had increased since she took the pills.
“I need a drink,” she muttered into the empty room.
You know, they say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.
For @laurahale-appreciation’s Laura Hale Appreciation Week, Days 1, 2, and 5. There are chapters for each day but I’m a little behind on, well, everything.
Dearest Lydia, You taste like meadowsweet and sunshine, press the flowers I braid into your fiery hair between the pages of your books to remember me by.
Dearest Lydia, Your intellect is summ’ry, divine, an ancient Goddess with a volcanic flare, and lips like a shattered glass of wine. Oh, lover, how you enchant me so clearly, how I hope your petals never tear.
Dearest Lydia, I do find myself afraid, sometimes of your fear, your ice, your cold, your closed-up, closed-off, scared. You’re a wintery woman who found a way to be kind, and all I am, now, I find, is my love for you, dearest Lydia, angel, mine.
“And what’s your specialty?” the woman asks, leaning her arms on the table and bringing herself closer to Laura.
“Tell me your name and maybe I’ll tell you,” Laura says, the nervousness she’d been feeling before leaving her.
The woman sits back with a smirk, “Maybe I’ll see how that milkshake tastes first.”
Laura grins, “Well then I look forward to figuring it out, Red. Can I get you anything else?”
Laura tries not to squirm as the woman’s eyes look her over, before meeting her gaze again. “I might think of something. But just the milkshake for now.”
Laura Hale was a busy woman. She had an entire theme park to keep in line, not to mention the fact that the attractions were dinosaurs. So, it really wasn’t her fault that she hadn’t been keeping up with the goings on in the Hale family.
Unfortunately, her younger brother and his boyfriend – wait no fiancé – didn’t agree.
Written for @laurahale-appreciation’s Laura Hale Appreciation Week Day 6: Complete AU. Inspired by the lovely @lilyslupin who prompted me like a year ago. Thank you for your patience!
Laura and Allison meet while hunting for a wolf that is spotted roaming the Kingdom of Beacon Hills every full moon. Neither one are aware that Laura herself is the wolf. At least not until the full moon and Laura shifts. Once Laura realizes the truth she flees, afraid that Allison will never be able to accept her. Allison surprises both of them when she tracks down Laura, not to kill her, but to tell her that nothing has changed and that she loves her. Together they work on figuring out a way for Laura to control her shift and to put the Kingdom’s mind at ease about the wolf so they can build a peaceful life for themselves.
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