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crack_van2013-05-06 05:49 pm
turnonmyheels.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2013-05-06 05:49 pm
guaranteed to blow your mind by magnetic wave
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Laura Hale, Derek Hale, Chris Argent, Laura/Chris
Length: 25K
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
magneticwave
Author Website: at AO3
Why this must be read:
I haven't read a lot of fic about Laura that is set inside of canon. Not only does this fic take you from the moments just after the fire to the moment of her demise, it paints a stunning picture of a woman who is holding herself together and her brother together and doing the best she can. Laura is fully fleshed out, warts and all. It's sad and funny and sexy and visceral. Laura struggles but she gets through it if if she has something of a recurring problem in her life: Chris Argent
“We should probably establish some ground rules,” she says to the back of Derek’s neck, sucking down a noodle.
“What, like a bat signal?” Derek says. He must be awfully tired, if he’s just opening himself up to the dork jokes like that.
“Cute,” Laura says. “It’d be cuter if I didn’t know you were deadly serious.”
“You should never joke about Batman,” he says seriously, and Laura can’t help cracking a grin at that. She feels emptied out, after the tears, and still not at all ready to keep her brother from dying on their cross-country road trip.
“Let’s shelve that one for now, Bruce,” she suggests drily. “I meant more, like, when they shot you, you could’ve said something along the lines of, ‘Laura, sister dear, I appear to have been shot by a pair of morons with more flannel than balls.’” After critically examining something that might’ve once been a sugar snap pea, Laura abandons it in favor of more sesame chicken.
Derek shrugs. He doesn’t say anything, which is not exactly rare when it comes to graduates of the Derek Hale School of Communication, but Laura has sixteen years of being his sister and the Alpha senses on her side. “Derek,” she says. “Look at me.”
He reluctantly shuffles to the side, scooting his butt further up the bed. His current position qualifies as ‘looking at Laura’ by the skin of its teeth, but Laura knows how to pick her battles. “Don’t ever do that again,” she tells him. She lets the Alpha bleed into her voice and her eyes; she can feel her face shift, but it’s the smoothest transition she’s ever had. The wolf assures her that this is right; this is good. Derek smells like a vessel full of liquid—all blood and tears and saline solutions—and hers to control. It tickles her nose.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Derek says, but he’s not even trying; his voice is flat and hard like a paving stone. There’s no inflection on any of the words.
Laura has so much sympathy for her father right now. Beyond simply how fucking difficult it is to suppress Alpha instincts, he’d also raised four children within a pack structure, and Laura knows that Natalie and Erin were worth more trouble than most sextuplets during their formative years. “Derek,” she chides, gathering the growl deep in her chest, “you aren’t ever going to do something so goddamn fundamentally stupid again.”
guaranteed to blow your mind
Pairing: Laura Hale, Derek Hale, Chris Argent, Laura/Chris
Length: 25K
Author on LJ:
magneticwaveAuthor Website: at AO3
Why this must be read:
I haven't read a lot of fic about Laura that is set inside of canon. Not only does this fic take you from the moments just after the fire to the moment of her demise, it paints a stunning picture of a woman who is holding herself together and her brother together and doing the best she can. Laura is fully fleshed out, warts and all. It's sad and funny and sexy and visceral. Laura struggles but she gets through it if if she has something of a recurring problem in her life: Chris Argent
“We should probably establish some ground rules,” she says to the back of Derek’s neck, sucking down a noodle.
“What, like a bat signal?” Derek says. He must be awfully tired, if he’s just opening himself up to the dork jokes like that.
“Cute,” Laura says. “It’d be cuter if I didn’t know you were deadly serious.”
“You should never joke about Batman,” he says seriously, and Laura can’t help cracking a grin at that. She feels emptied out, after the tears, and still not at all ready to keep her brother from dying on their cross-country road trip.
“Let’s shelve that one for now, Bruce,” she suggests drily. “I meant more, like, when they shot you, you could’ve said something along the lines of, ‘Laura, sister dear, I appear to have been shot by a pair of morons with more flannel than balls.’” After critically examining something that might’ve once been a sugar snap pea, Laura abandons it in favor of more sesame chicken.
Derek shrugs. He doesn’t say anything, which is not exactly rare when it comes to graduates of the Derek Hale School of Communication, but Laura has sixteen years of being his sister and the Alpha senses on her side. “Derek,” she says. “Look at me.”
He reluctantly shuffles to the side, scooting his butt further up the bed. His current position qualifies as ‘looking at Laura’ by the skin of its teeth, but Laura knows how to pick her battles. “Don’t ever do that again,” she tells him. She lets the Alpha bleed into her voice and her eyes; she can feel her face shift, but it’s the smoothest transition she’s ever had. The wolf assures her that this is right; this is good. Derek smells like a vessel full of liquid—all blood and tears and saline solutions—and hers to control. It tickles her nose.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Derek says, but he’s not even trying; his voice is flat and hard like a paving stone. There’s no inflection on any of the words.
Laura has so much sympathy for her father right now. Beyond simply how fucking difficult it is to suppress Alpha instincts, he’d also raised four children within a pack structure, and Laura knows that Natalie and Erin were worth more trouble than most sextuplets during their formative years. “Derek,” she chides, gathering the growl deep in her chest, “you aren’t ever going to do something so goddamn fundamentally stupid again.”
guaranteed to blow your mind