The Hale Sisters
They got their freckles from their mother.
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AAW – Aro Headcanon: Laura Hale
Laura new she wasn’t alloromantic from the very beginning.
She was lucky enough to hear about aromanticism early on and she knew right away that it was her. All her friends’ talk of boys (and girls), of crushes, of dating – it went right over her head. Not that she didn’t understand it, but it just all seemed so trivial and pointless. She wasn’t crushing on anyone and, no, that she made a face when Jordan’s name was whispered in her ear did not mean she secretly harbored feelings for him.
She wore her aro pin with pride all the way through middle and high school, unmoved by her peers’ insistence that she was too young to know yet, or that she was “missing” out because she knew and she certainly didn’t feel like she was missing anything. She had wonderful friends and the best family that anyone could ask for! Why should the lack of a significant other devalue any of that?
Her aromanticism was such a significant part of her identity that Laura honestly didn’t recognize the signs when they started.
She and Marin had been best friends for years already, so close it was like they shared a brain along with everything in their closets. But in all their years of friendship, Laura had never found herself noticing when Marin wore a different perfume and the way her eyes caught the light. She’d never found herself grumpy and out of sorts whenever Marin told her about her date the night before.
It took a shamefully long time (and a tentative suggestion from her brother) to realize that what she was feeling might actually be the mysterious romantic attraction that had always eluded her before, and even longer before she could accept it that this didn’t mean she wasn’t really aro anymore. Her feelings for Marin hadn’t fundamentally changed who she was as a person, just revealed a part of herself that she hadn’t been aware of before.
She didn’t need to give up her entire identity as an aromantic individual, just shift over a little bit on the spectrum. She could still wear her aro pin with pride. She just got to add that little black triangle to her flag!
And now she gets to hug and kiss and hold hands with Marin. It’s not something she ever thought she’d enjoy doing, but she does. If only with that one amazing girl who took so long to grow on her.
i had an idea yesterday and if i can’t write i can at least draw it
Derek Hale was four years old when he got his own big boy bed to sleep in. It had no sides and if he wanted to he could get out of bed any time he wanted. Or so he told himself he could, if he wasn’t so scared. In fact he was so scared he couldn’t go to sleep, he just burrowed under his blankets and curled up in the middle of his bed. He strained his eyes and ears to find any trace of his terror – invisible snakes.
“Well, shit” was Derek’s first thought when he saw the man.
This is the man who broke into the Hale palace? Derek had no idea who the troublemaker was but he’s sure as hell not planning to throw him into a cell and let him rot there.
And if he fall in love with the man’s sun kissed eyes, then no one would find out. No one besides Laura, who’s already giving him a dirty look.
Derek and Laura as twins // high school au
- teen wolf aesthetic: the hales (laura hale – derek hale – cora hale)
“I’m a predator. I don’t have to be a killer”
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