𝗜𝗩.  𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

ᴀʟʟɪꜱᴏɴ  ᴅɪᴇᴅ . [    ˢʰᵉ  ᵈⁱᵉᵈ  𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 .    ]

[hunteds]

# HUNTEDS ₍ … ₎ a portrayal of ALLISON ARGENT of mtv's teen wolf - written by daisy since 2014 . low activity, mutuals only.

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[kindofuneven]

there's the smallest uptick to her pulse when she says it, and he doesn't know if it means anything. if it's from the situation itself, the overwhelming shock of it all, the jarring reality that she was gone and now she's here, or if it's because she's holding something back. ( he can't decide which is worse. bardo, or darkness. in - between or nowhere at all. he can't decide which is worse and he can't bring himself to ask. )

you saved me.

scott cards a hand through her hair. rests his forehead against hers and swallows guilt like glass. " i bit you, " and it's quiet, barely above a whisper. " you asked me to, but i — allison, i'm sorry. with everything that happened, with your mom, and kate, and — and your dad, he's — i know what it means for your family. i'm so sorry. "

[hunteds]

his   touch   is   a   salve   which   absorbs   into   her   very   marrow  ,      soothing   her   aches  ,      ushering   away   the   darkness   which   haunts   her  .         here   in   his   gentle   embrace   she   will   always   be   safe   from   harm  .      “   scott  ...   ”      lips   almost   brush   as   they   speak  ,      dark   eyes   fixed   on   the   others'  ,      unwilling   to   let   go   again  .      “   i   knew  .         when   i   went   in   to   oak   creek  ,      i   knew  ...         lydia   sent   me   a   message   to   stay   away      &      i   knew   what   that   meant   but   i   went   anyway  ...         because   i   would   rather   die   than   save   myself      &      lose   her   if   i   could   have   saved   her  .   ”      a   hand   slides   up   his   arm  ,      still   a   little   colder   than   it   should   be  ,      &      wraps   around   his   forearm  ;      pale   fingers   covering   his   tattoo  ,      the   stark   open   wound  .      “   i   knew   what   i   was   asking   for   when   i   went   through   the   gates  ,      scott  ...         &      i   knew   what   it   meant   when   i   asked   you   for   the   bite  .         i   didn't   want   to   die   or   for   you   to   blame   yourself   if   i   did  .         you   saved   me  ,      really  ,      you   shouldn't   be   sorry  .   ”

[kindofuneven]

and lingering in it should be easier, shouldn't even be a question, because this is what he wanted : he wanted her to live. but he can't let go of how it happened. can't just have this and forget how they got here — forget what it had cost. he wanted her to live, and he can still taste her blood. ( and she had asked. she asked for the bite, offered her wrist like a sacrifice, told him to go through with it, and scott is still afraid. that maybe she didn't know what she was asking. that it was fear and desperation and maybe now, on the other side of it, she'll hate him for what he did. she'll hate him for this too. )

he doesn't want to pull back, but he has to. it still hurts to look at her and his entire chest feels like it's cracking wide open. " allison, wait ... what do you remember? "

[hunteds]

parting   feels   like   the   mortal   blow      —      it   is   sudden  ,      sharp      &      cold  ,      feeling   the   warmth   bleeding   away  :     all   she   wants   is   to   feel   the   heat   again  ,      the   safety   of   his   embrace  .      dark   eyes   meet   in   the   dim   light   of   the   room  ,      the   taste   of   his   mouth   still   lingering   on   hers  ,      &      she   wants   to   lie  ,      wants   to   tell   the   truth  ,      wants   to   say   nothing   at   all  .      the   huntress   takes   a   deep   breath   then   winces  ,      still   aching   from   a   healed   wound  .      “   it's  ...      there's   just   a   blur  .   ”      she   tells   him  ,      part   truth      &      part   lie  :      it   was   difficult   to   pull   apart   what   came   before   or   what   came   after   she'd   gone  ,      what   had   truly   happened      &      what   had   been   bardo  .      “   i   remember   you  .     you   saved   me  .   ”

[kindofuneven]

in his dream, she asks him why he didn't save her. asks it over, and over, and over again, bleeding from her stomach, bleeding from her mouth, demanding to know why. and every time he tries to answer her, he chokes instead. mountain ash in his throat. the dream feels like a nightmare, feels like bardo, feels like somewhere in between, and he hadn't meant to fall asleep at all. it's her voice that jolts him out of it. the touch of something solid, something real. something living. scott catches the noise in his throat before it can turn into anything beyond a short, sharp breath.

" allison — " her name is all he can manage at first, and he's checking her wrist, touching her face, half - afraid that this is a dream, too. " you're okay. you're okay — ? i thought — i mean, you were — " dead. you were dead. i let you die. all impulse, all panic and relief and something else that he can't name, he catches her mouth in a heated kiss.

and she's warm. she's real.

she's alive.

[hunteds]

he  feels  warm  like  a  sunday  morning  ,      lazing  beneath  the  sheets  ,      an  entire  day  ahead  to  fill  with  nothing  but  one  another  .      his  fingers  trace  her  skin  ,      familiar      &      welcome  ;      brushing  over  the  rhythm  of  her  pulse  at  her  wrist      &      her  neck  ,      then  to  her  face  ,      holding  her  so  tenderly  .      it  feels  like  a  dream  for  her  ,      too  ,      yet  equally  as  if  she  has  just  woken  from  one  .

when  he  moves  she  startles  ,      tenses  ,      in  surprise      —      his  lips  are  on  hers  ,      eager  but  soft  ,      &      she  melts  at  once  against  the  heat  of  him  .      the  huntress  pushes  past  her  aches  ,      lifts  a  hand  up  to  his  face  ,      thumb  brushing  his  cheek  as  pale  fingertips  slide  into  his  dark  hair  .      if  this  was  the  dream  then  she  was  glad  for  it  ,      would  linger  in  it  for  as  long  as  she  could  .

[kindofuneven]

IN SAMOAN , IT MEANS OPEN WOUND . private, unaffiliated, headcanon driven, bitten by b ( she / they, 21 + )

[kindofuneven]

her blood in his mouth tastes like every wrong decision he's ever made, from the moment he'd been bitten himself. maybe even earlier than that. it's every loss, every misstep, every failure to act — or to act fast enough. that's what he can hear, with each slowing heartbeat that carries her further and further away from him : he didn't act fast enough. he didn't do enough. it wasn't enough. they'll memorialize her with a headstone and a decorated locker, and all he'll ever taste is her blood in his mouth.

he channeled as much of the pain as he could, so that no more of it could come for her. and she's still leaving. she's still dying.

" i'm here. " it's caught in his throat like mountain ash. like a barrier that his voice can't get past. " i've got you, i'm right here. allison ... ? "

she's looking at him, she's been looking at him, but she isn't seeing him anymore. she isn't seeing anything. the scent is different now ; from one second that bleeds into the next, it changes.

because she's not dying anymore. she's dead.

all sense of time after that is gone from him. the world dissolves and nothing feels real, not the weight of her in his arms or the weight of his own body or how the ground feels beneath them both. they'll tell him about it later : how he refused to let go of her. wouldn't let anyone get close except for her father and even then, he still wouldn't let go. how he'd told them, desperately, frantically, furiously, that she just needed to heal. the bite would heal her. the bite would bring her back. like maybe if he just said it enough, then maybe he would start to believe it too.

[hunteds]

darkness  covers  her  in  like  a  heavy  blanket  .     scott  is  gone  ,      she  is  gone  ;      falling  into  an  endless  nothing  .     she  cannot  feel  the  way  he  clings  to  her  body  ,      does  not  see  her  father  weep  over  her  ,      doesn't  feel  when  her  limp  hand  ,      wrist  red  with  smeared  blood      &     teeth  marks  ,      slides  from  her  chest      &     onto  the  concrete  below  .     she  has  become  untethered  completely  ,      in  a  way  that  might  frighten  her  could  she  feel  it .

                                     “   ALLISON  !   ”

the  huntress  startles  awake  ,      her  entire  frame  aching  as  she  lightly  jolts  .     her  mouth  is  dry  ,      tongue  heavy      &     tasting  of  blood  .     dark  eyes  adjust  slowly  to  the  dim  room  ,      illuminated only  by  the  full  moon’s  light  ,      recognizing  it  as  her  own      —      it  does  not  feel  like  home  ,      but  nowhere  ever  has  .     the  sound  of  breathing  enters  her  ears  ,      so  loud  that  she  startles  a  second  time  ,       &     turns  her  head  to  see  scott  ,      face  pressed  into  the  mattress  beside  her  ,      fingertips  brushing  hers  .     her  limb  stretches  out  ,      still  sore  ,      to  gently  shake  his  shoulder  .      “   scott  ?   ”      her  voice  rasps  .     why  do  i  feel  like  i  got  hit  by  a  truck  ?      “   scott  ...   ”

[kindofuneven]

there's so much blood, heavy and iron rich, that he can't find her scent underneath it anymore. he's losing her. an increment at a time, he's losing her. ( and so is lydia ; so is isaac, and her father — what the hell is he supposed to say to her father? what could he possibly say, to any of them, ever again? he should have left her alone. that first day at school, he should have just left her alone. she wouldn't be bleeding out in his arms if he hadn't put her there. )

it's okay. she tells him that, and they both know it isn't true. all it does is mirror his own lie. you're gonna be okay. what happens now doesn't matter — even if they win, they've already lost.

" i'm here. i'm here, stay with me, okay? allison, please — "

her hand rises. at first, he thinks she's reaching out for him, seeking that last moment of comfort before it all stops, but something else slips out in a choking rasp from a blood - slick mouth.

bite. it sounds like bite.

" wh— what? " scott's heart slams against the base of his throat and there's a rushing sound in his ears. he's staring at that sliver of exposed skin like he knows what she's asking, but can't process what it means. " no, i — allison, no. i can't, i've never — "

her pulse is getting weaker. fluid rattles in her lungs and red spills from between parted lips, and there's no time. the bite could kill her. if he bites her, he could kill her, and if he doesn't, then she dies anyway. she dies tonight. she dies in his arms.

and there's no time.

without thinking, he's pulling back her sleeve and widening the space between. he could kill her —

or he could save her.

teeth already lengthening to lethal precision, scott presses her wrist to his open mouth and sinks his fangs in deep.

[hunteds]

heavy  eyelids  fall  closed  as  his  fangs  carve  through  her  flesh  ,      shearing  through  sinew      &      scraping  against  bone  ,      spilling  what  little  blood  is  left  in  her  onto  his  tongue  .      the  pain  doesn't  come  ,      &      she  is  grateful  .      each  breath  comes  slower  than  the  last  ,      requiring  more  of  her  failing  strength  to  draw  air  .      everything  is  so  cold  ,      so  numb  ,      except  her  wrist  :      scott's  bite  ,      his  mouth  on  her  skin  ,      it's  the  only  heat  that  she  can  feel  .      it  spreads  ,      replacing  the  cold  .

in  the  dark  she  remembers  her  mother  ,      how  she  killed  herself  when  she  was  bitten  .      her  aunt  kate  ,      her  throat  carved  so  wide  that  allison  was  sprayed  with  her  blood  as  she  fell  ,      dead  before  she  hit  the  ground  .      her  grandfather  ,      bleeding  black  from  the  wound  on  his  wrist  ,      from  his  nose  ,      his  mouth  ,      everywhere  .      even  his  brother  ,      alexander  ,      had  given  his  life  for  the  code  .      &      now  here  she  was  ,      dying  in  a  werewolf's  arms  ,      asking  for  what  those  before  her  had  shunned  .

at  least  you  took  an  oni  down  with  you  .      the  voice  sounds  more  like  her  mother  now  ,      if  it  wasn't  her  before  .      allison  recalls  that  final  shot  ,      the  final  arrow  in  her  quiver  .      a  bubbling  wheeze  as  she  fights  to  keep  her  eyes  open  .      it  sailed  through  the  air      &      stuck  within  the  demon's  chest  with  a  dull  thump  .      her  chest  feels  hot  ,      her  limbs  are  ice  cold  .      even  with  that  mask  it  had  looked  surprised  before  turning  to  smoke  .      her  head  rolls  to  the  side  ,      cheek  pillowed  against  his  chest  ,      his  heartbeat  pounding  in  her  ear  .      the  final  arrow  ...      her  silver  arrow  ...      silver      !      she  looks  up  at  scott  ,      her  vision  dim  at  the  edges  .      “   sc...tt  ...      ss  ...      si  ...   ”      the  sounds  gurgle  uselessly  from  her  mouth  ,      unintelligible  .

[hunteds]

[kindofuneven]

there's a word for this. for the exact moment that the earth tilts from its axis. the tectonic shift, how it splits open the ground and everything starts to collapse. no sound. no color. the air smells of ash and metal and blood. cataclysmic. a sudden, violent upheaval. he can think of the word only in hindsight, because right then, in that exact moment, he isn't thinking at all.

it wasn't supposed to happen like this.

scott catches her in his arms and they both go down, and she's breathing, she's still breathing, but the bleeding won't stop. he can't make it stop. he can't take her pain. she's asking about lydia and he can't take her pain. her skin is getting colder under his hand. where he can't stop shaking, she almost looks calm.

she looks like she's letting go.

" allison — " don't. don't go. it's not supposed to happen like this. " don't do this. just hold on. please — just stay with me. we're gonna get you out of here. you're gonna be okay. "

repeated like a mantra. like a prayer to no one. and even as he says it, as the blood pools between her lips, it feels like a lie.

[hunteds]

the  wolf  quakes  as  he  embraces  the  hunter  ,      cradling  her  head  above  the  red  splattered  concrete  ,      begging  her  to  stay  .      cold  settles  over  her  like  a  blanket  ,      heavy  on  her  chest  as  she  attempts  to  draw  a  breath  .      no  ,      it's  the  blood  ;      it's  filling  your  chest  .      is  that  her  voice  or  her  mother's  ?      allison  can't  tell  any  more  .

“   it's  okay  ...   ”      her  voice  doesn't  sound  like  her  own  ;      blood  bubbles  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth  and  coats  her  throat  .      there  is  an  odd  awareness  of  her  legs  despite  the  fact  that  she  cannot  feel  them  ,      but  above  all  she  feels  that  dreadful  cold  that  creeps  through  her  veins  as  they  empty  ,      each  faltering  heartbeat  pumping  her  blood  out  of  her  body  ,      spilling  it  upon  them  both  ,      hot  and  red  .      she  wants  to  tell  him  that  she  knew  ,      that  she  isn't  scared  ,      that  she's  ready  ...      but  he  isn't  ,      she  can  see  it  on  his  face  .

“   sc  ...      scott  ...   ”      it  takes  what  little  strength  that  she  has  to  raise  her  arm  ,      lifting  her  hand  from  above  his  as  it  compresses  her  wound  ,      half-way  toward  his  face  .      her  bloodsoaked  sleeve  slides  down  and  reveals  a  sliver  of  pale  skin  between  the  cuff  and  her  archery  glove  ,      silver  as  the  moon  they  lay  beneath  .      “   you  ...      c  ...   ”      even  her  tongue  feels  heavy  .      every  breath  is  exhausting  ,      fighting  the  weight  of  his  palm  ,      her  collapsing  lungs  .      “   bi  ...      bite  ...      m  ...   ”

[allisonedit]

Allison Smiles: 2/? ⤿ 3x15 Galvanize

[hunteds]

nous  protégeons  ceux  qui  ne  peuvent  pas  se  protèger  eux-měmes  .      bowstring  hums  against  her  ear  as  it  is  drawn  ,      twangs  once  released   :      arrow  whistles  as  it  flies  ,      ricochets  uselessly  or  is  cut  in  half      —      she  is  fighting  a  tsunami      &      she  is  losing  ...      A  HUMAN  GIRL  AGAINST  A  SUPERNATURAL  DISASTER  .

fingers  close  around  the  final  arrow  in  her  quiver  ,      watches  as  he  falls  ,      blood  splattered  across  their  blades  ,      their  masks   :      a  vibrant  contrast  to  the  black  .      she  draws  her  arrow  ,      draws  her  breath   :      HUM  ...      TWANG  ...      THUD  !      silver  buries  deep  ,      unlike  all  other  attempts      —      ninjatō  hesitates  aloft  ,      halted  from  its  killing  blow  .      the  world  stands  still  ,      awaiting  the  outcome   :      all  watch  as  green      —      gold  light  bleeds  from  the  wound  ,      the  earth  itself  quakes  ...      &      the  oni  vanishes  in  smoke  ,      ninjatō  clatters  sharply  against  concrete  .

disbelief  evokes  a  smile  ,      a  breath  of  relief      —      even  a  force  of  nature  can  be  stopped  ,      not  only  endured  .      metal  glint  catches  her  glance  ,      yet  before  head  can  entirely  rotate  ,      a  blow  is  caught  in  exposed  midsection   :      air  is  expelled  in  a  rush  ,      time  itself  slowing  as  hunter  looks  up  to  a  mask  ,      twin  fireflies  for  the  eyes  .      bow  falls  from  fingers  ,      knees  bend  as  steel  is  pulled  from  flesh  ,      crimson  with  her  blood  ,      &      SHE  PLUMMETS  TOWARD  THE  EARTH  .

[feral-ballad]

Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from Maria Nephele: A Poem in Two Voices; "Helen"

[whumprat-blog]

characters who die and are resurrected

but will always remember exactly what death feels like

[crystalreedgif]

Crystal Reed as Abby Arcane in 1x05 “Drive All Night”

[jupiter-suggestion]

i am haunted. i am my own haunting. i am the ghost in the graveyard of my body, mournful, monstrous.

[meanwhilepoetry]

“There is something moon soaked and dawn flavoured about her. Something kissed by the wild and loved by lightning. She looks like Artemis after a night of storm hunting. She looks like the sun as it rises after kissing the dawn.”

— Nikita Gill, Artemis Girl

[hunteds]

i’m just here to say that the concept that ally wouldn’t have taught the humans in the pack how to defend themselves is a crime and i refuse to acknowledge it