An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Allison Argent & Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Allison Argent, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Chris Argent, Isaac Lahey, Kira Yukimura, Alan Deaton, Derek Hale, Malia Tate, Cora Hale
Additional Tags: Allison Argent & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Resurrection, Resurrected Allison Argent, Post-Season/Series 03, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Full Moon, pink moon, Past Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Past Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey, Allison-centric, POV Allison
Summary:
"...Allison?" Chris asked with cautious hope. Her resolution broke, and the tears fell quickly.
"Dad, I woke up, and- and I was in the dark. Then I got out, but there was a grave. I remember. I know what happened, but Dad, I died. What's happening? Please... Dad, I'm scared," Allison cried. She could hear the shuffle on the other end of the phone. There was another voice in the background, but she couldn't tell who it was.
"You're... alive," Chris said in disbelief. "Allison, where are you?" He quickly steadied his reaction and focused on the danger that could be present.
Ooh, the Allison fic sounds cool, how's that going? I'm always a sucker for Allydia fic in which neither of them are treated like foils to the guy characters >.>;; And Allison making her Own God Damned Informed Decisions About Important Things In Her Life is like mana
I’m a huge slut for giving Allison a narrative that’s not dependent on the growth of a male character.
So! I actually posted the first chapter of this a while ago, but my general outline was that Allison tries to find the supernatural kids in every town she moves to. She befriends them, warns them, her mother finds out and forces them to move. Next town is the same song different verse.
When she arrives in BH and meets Scott she’s fucking appalled at how bad he is at hiding his wolfyness. She approaches him, but every attempt at communicating “my family will actual facts kill you” gets foiled by Scotty’s heart eyes. She ends up mostly talking with Stiles, who as always is a thirsty hoe for knowledge. Together they figure out the whole Hale angle and try to convince Derek to talk to his uncle and bring him back from the edge.
Around all of that happening, Lydia took one look at Allison and immediately started trying to seduce the “bad girl”. Lydia gets a little more than she bargained for with the discovery of the supernatural via Allison, but she takes to using weaponry like a duck to water. Lessons in hand to hand combat literally always end with Lydia topping the hell out of Allison.
There’s also a whole aspect of Allison being emotionally abused by her mother, and Chris slowly coming to realize exactly what’s happening there. It’s difficult for him to see because of the way he was raised, but he finally understands what it’s doing to Allison and together they leave her mother.
I don’t have any good snippets to share, but that’s pretty much my entire outline lol.
“You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen.”
Allison moves quietly, barely a whisper of sound with each step. She tip toes around a spot on the floor that she knows creaks. The hall is dark except for the spill of light at the end, filtering in from the kitchen, where she’s pretty sure the noise that woke her originated from.
Her fingers flex on her bow, both eager for a fight and worried she’ll find one. Her heart is quick, hammering in her chest, anxiety biting at raw nerves. She purses her lips, breathes through her nose, and tries to calm herself. Making her way down the hall, she slides past the open door to her dad’s bedroom. He’s not home. She’d put money on him being downstairs, in their storage room, going through the weapons cache. As much as he tries to separate himself from it, from ‘the life,’ he always ends up back there; they both do.
She has an arrow notched and a stubborn look on her face that hides any lingering fear. Whoever’s waiting for her, she won’t give them an inch. She steps into the kitchen only to release a heavy breath, relief flooding through her system so quick it makes her knees tremble.
Malia whirls at the sound, her eyes wide. “You’re awake,” she says, her eyes darting away a second, a rare show of nervousness. “I wasn’t... I thought you were sleeping.”
“I was. But I heard a noise.” Her brow furrows and her head tips as she looks past her to the sink. Shaking her head, she says, “You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen.” This is the third one. There was a squirrel before, and a bird. She’d originally chalked them up to some kind of weird message; they had plenty of enemies. But this... This hadn’t occurred to her. It probably should have.
Malia picks the hare up by the ears. “It’s a gift. A thank you. I... I was going to clean it this time. I didn’t before, I didn’t have time, but... I didn’t mean to make a mess. I mean, I didn’t really think about it. When I’d make a kill in the woods, I ate everything. Anything I couldn’t eat I just buried, but... well...” She waved a hand around the pristine kitchen.
Allison’s lips twitch. She puts the bow away, drops it to the counter with the useless arrow, and walks toward her. “A gift, huh?”
“Yeah, well... You’ve been helpful, with all the math stuff and the... learning how to be ‘normal’... stuff. Lydia said something, about saying thank you, so...”
“So you killed a hare, broke into my apartment, and were going to... skin it and put it in my fridge...?” She raises a hand to cover her mouth; she doesn’t want her amusement to offend Malia.
Malia doesn’t take offense though, she rarely does. She’s still learning social cues in a lot of ways. She does shift her feet though, and raises her chin a little, defensive in a way that Allison can relate to. “It’s good. Not as good as deer, but good.”
Allison hums. “I guess I could make a stew... Add some carrots or something.”
Malia’s nose wrinkles, as if carrots are going to ruin the flavor or something.
“No? How do you usually eat it?”
Malia blinks. “Raw.”
Allison chokes out a laugh. “Okay, well, I can’t exactly eat it like that.”
“No, right, human... I forget sometimes.” Her eyes dart around then, and she balls her fingers up into a fist, looking nervous and awkward now. Maybe she doesn’t take offense, but she can feel embarrassed.
Reaching for her hand, Allison covers it, rubs her thumb over Malia’s knuckles until her fingers loosen up and unfurl. Malia looks down, watches her progress, something warm, hopeful, brimming in her eyes. She looks from her hand up to Allison, searching her face curiously.
“How about... we make it together?” Allison suggests. “We’ll have to cook it, but... I think I can find a way to make it work for you.”
“No carrots?”
Laughing under her breath, Allison grins. “No carrots.”
“Okay.” Malia nods, and then looks to the sink. “I’ll clean it up first. Then... Then we can make it. Together.”
Allison nods. “Okay.” She’s still holding Malia’s hand though, and Malia’s not letting go. So she lets her thumb run over her knuckles one more time and then releases her. “How do you feel about other vegetables?” she asks, making her way toward the fridge.
Malia hums thoughtfully.
It’s late, not at all the right time to be Googling hare recipes and making some elaborate meal. But Malia is reaching out, she’s searching for... something. Companionship, maybe. Maybe something more. All Allison knows is she’s reaching back. Wherever that goes, so be it. She’s ready.
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate
Characters: Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate
Additional Tags: Canon character deaths, Magic, Angst, Romance, Comas - Freeform, Memory Loss, Alternate Universe - Allison Lives, sort of
Summary:
Allison wakes up screaming, her dream still fresh in her mind. The same one she's been having for months. Sliver faced demons, Isaac being slashed to pieces, and a sword through get chest. Her father insists it’s just stress from the accident that stole a year of her life and Isaac won't talk to her about it. But the tanned skin boy’s face seals itself behind her eyes. She knows him, sometimes it feels like better than herself. But she can't remember why. And now her father’s off to the states to help an 'old friend'. She knows there's more to it and she's determined to get the information. Even if that means dragging Isaac along with her.
