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She slept with w o l v e s without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them. 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎

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I believe you. After everything we’ve been through, I believe you.

[allsonargent]

“Our sons are trained to be soldiers. Our daughters, to be leaders.”

[alecslightwood]

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Of Deer and Pizza Plot Allison x Malia

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malia:

Malia laughed and leaned against the table further. “That would have been interesting, but I had a steep learning curve to tackle.” Malia thought of how scared she’d been and how at such a young age she had decided that that was punishment for her sins. She had been too stubborn to die for them. 

Malia nodded at the waiter after Allison spoke to him. “And I’d like Root Beer.” Pop was an exciting new thing, and though Stiles told her it was bad for her health, she still treated herself every once in a while. 

Allison waits politely for the waiter scrambles away to get them their drinks before speaking again. “I hope Root Beer and deer goes well together,” she chuckles, wrinkling her nose slightly at the thought. She was never a fan of the drink.

She plays with the ends of her hair. “It truly is amazing, you know,” Allison says softly. “That you did manage to survive that young and for all those years. Taking up instincts completely foreign to you.” The huntress didn’t think enough people told the other anything positive about her time as a coyote. Usually everyone just focused on her now, pushing humanity onto her and trying to cure whatever animalistic tendencies she had leftover. Granted, Allison certainly didn’t want Malia growling at anyone who annoyed her...but she couldn’t blame her.

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Bows and Bites PLOT Allison x Erica

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erica:

Erica tilted her head and focused on the truck. There was movement in the bed of it and she nodded while whispering, “Yeah, one in the back.” 

Erica wondered how Allison could stand becoming a hunter of humans, no matter how cruel or twisted they were. Was it easier to go after the supernatural for her because of her training? She’d have to ask when they survived this. 

The hunters had been in the woods far too long, even coming into town and asking questions. Just the thought that her pack might be in danger made Erica’s eyes shine gold. 

“What’s the plan, hawkeye?” 

Allison narrowed her eyes, the one in the truck meant four hunters in total. Not the worst odds if things got ugly. From here she could see all the ones stood around the truck had guns, and she didn’t need to see the knives to know they were strapped somewhere on their bodies.

They weren’t the smartest, it was easy for the pack to find out they were here. One was dumb enough to linger outside Derek’s loft, another having the nerve to eye Lydia when she and Allison were at the mall.

“Well, for starters we need to remind them whose territory they are prancing around,” she whispers back, never losing sight of her aim. Beacon Hills belonged to the Mccall pack, but in terms of hunting...this was all the Argent’s. Allison and Chris should have heard word from these idiots before they even considered coming. They haven’t actually threatened anyone yet, simply been studying them it seemed. “Scott doesn’t want us to kill them,” Allison reminded her. “We ambush them and that will cause retaliation. Approach them civilly and we at least get near enough to notice any weaknesses before an inevitable fight.”

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What is my responsibility here? To comfort insecure heterosexual men? That can’t possibly fall to me.

Allison Argent (via incorrectteen-wolfquotes)

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Of Deer and Pizza Plot Allison x Malia

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maliaisback:

Malia laughed pleasantly, leaning forward onto her elbows. “I like to think the animals were smart enough to think that. Except the cougars. Always run from them.” She grinned, flexing her legs and thinking of how simple it had been to lose her human emotions and just run away. But they had always crept back, and Malia had a hard time dealing with them as an animal.

“I think I was somewhere in between, like a teenager,” she answered, still smiling. It was nice to speak to someone about her life and not have to lie or lessen the blow of the information so they wouldn’t feel bad for her. She was sure Allison pitied her, but she didn’t act on it and that was appreciated. 

Allison laughed softly, dimpled smile showing. “I’ll keep that advice in mind next time I trek too deep in the woods.” With all the creatures she’s come face to face with in her young life, she hopes a cougar wouldn’t be a problem. Last thing she wanted was to have survived true monsters...only to fall to a giant cat. What a blow to her legacy that would be.

“Shame. I’d been imagining just this small puppy of a coyote growling and scaring off the big, bad animals,” she teases lightly, though she supposes it was a blessing Malia hadn’t been too small or weak to defend herself those early years.

Her dark eyes flick over to the waiter who stops at their table, the huntress sitting up a bit straighter as he asks what they want to drink, glad he didn’t seem to have overheard them chatting. “Just a water for me, thank you.”

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Bows and Bites PLOT Allison x Erica

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erica:

The air was thick with the stench of sweat and anger. 

Erica wiped at her face with her sleeve and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She glanced over to her right where Allison perched herself in a tree, gun readied for the slightest movement. 

The hunters were a few meters ahead, around a pickup truck. If Erica knew how, she’d mess with the vehicle to make sure they couldn’t drive away. Slashing their tires should be enough. 

Allison held herself stalk still, sight zeroed in on the gang of hunters collected up ahead. They weren’t relatives, which was really the only relief the huntress herself could feel. Then again, shouldn’t necessarily mind shooting a stray cousin or uncle full of lead for even looking at her pack the wrong way.

“Can you scent anyone else in the truck?” she asks, the quietest of whispers she knew Erica could pick up. Allison needed to know how many they were up against, not wanting any sudden surprise hoping out of the pickup.

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Of Deer and Pizza Plot Allison x Malia

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malia:

Malia glanced at the menu, uninterested in anything else at the moment but her pizza-deer hybrid. 

She caught Allison’s and shrugged, leaning aback into the booth. “Yeah, I mean, I remembered what happened. Of what I could make out of it, at least.”

Malia remembered running through the woods, covered in blood and trying to wash it off in the river in coyote form. She had clips of protecting her family’s car, her sisters doll. She loved, even as an animal. 

Allison keeps her face blank, not wanting any sign of pity to flicker across her features. The huntress always teetered on the edge of the idea that helping Malia might not have been right. She can’t imagine being ripped from the human world to animal one, and then ripped out of it and forced back to society. Not to mention be thrust into the Hale family.

“You must have been queen of the woods,” she says lightly, twisting in the booth so her legs stretched out, leaning back against the wall. “Were you a full sized coyote that first year? Or did you grow up from like a pup?”

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Thanks darling. Wanna do something with Erica too?? Or is that too much?   

sure! replies might be a bit slow but i definitely wanna write with her :)

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not sure how much muse i’ll have, but i should be on and around for a while

[dailycarpenter]

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X — requested by @mctatenskis​

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Of Deer and Pizza Plot Allison x Malia

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maliaisback:

Malia plopped down in the booth and sighed. She fiddled with her hair and bit her lip. She doubted it would taste the same cooked as it did raw. She liked the hunt, the chase, the relief that she would survive for a while. But, the taste would probably be more…suitable for Allison. 

“I do, I remember chasing and playing with other animals, too,” she said, glancing at her friend. 

Allison grabs two menus from the rack sat on the end of the booth’s table, handing one to Malia. They knew what they came for, but she was planning on maybe a backup if deer topped pizza wasn’t all that...edible.

She opens the menu, peeking over it to meet her friend’s eyes. “Did you have thoughts, feelings, as a coyote?” Allison asks slowly, knowing the two haven’t really touched on this subject. She was certain Stiles, perhaps Derek, knew of most of Malia’s animal life, and the huntress wanted to learn more of her newest friend’s past.

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Movies & Maneuvers

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lunarbanshe:

From the moment Allison walked into the room everything became quiet except for the sing-song sound of the huntress’s voice, even the voices in the banshees head settled, but it was a peaceful quiet; the kind you hear when you sit under water in the swimming pool for a moment longer than you should. It doesn’t drown you but instead cradles. 

The silent aura broke with the sound of Allison hopping onto the redhead’s plush bedspread. “You think?” Lydia giggled as she turned from the vanity mirror to flash a genuine smile towards Allison. It was the first one she had since…well, since she last saw her ally 

“I would of thought with all of the survival skills they were teaching you, you would of learned the meaning of less is more, Ally.” Lydia liked teasing Allison because she knew that despite her comments, Allison wouldn’t hold them against her when the redhead popped the lid open on second tub of ice cream while simultaneously slurping six twizzlers into her mouth with the grace of a new born giraffe.

The huntress shrugs her shoulders, eyes twinkling with glee and mischief. “Oh Lydia, if you don’t want all the delicacies I provided...” she trails off, corner of her mouth quirking up in a smirk. “I can always eat it allll by myself. Having energy and fuel is one of the many, many lessons I learned. And trust me, with this array of goodies I could take on a whole pack on my own.”

Knees pulled close to her chest she rests her chin, gazing at the other stood at the vanity. Her heart warmed at the smile, a real smile, on her friend’s lovely features. She’d seen enough of the mask Lydia once wore, the one manufactured to keep an air of unquestioned power and popularity. One Lydia use to never let crack, even when the world was on her delicate shoulders. How she was once viewed by all as cold.

A shudder runs down the huntress’ spine at the thought, but she keeps her features soft, smile still on her lips. She’d never seen Lydia that was, never would.

“I missed you,” she all but whispers, voicing what was obvious but feeling the words needed to be said nonetheless. Life just felt heavier without her banshee there. A laugh bubbles past her lips, joy spreading through her veins. Happiness from being home. A home that was a red painted mouth and cascading red locks.