Summary: A hunter and her foxes refuse to let Beacon Hills be a target for anyone: human or supernatural alike
Pairing: Allison/Stiles/Kira
Rating: Teen
Warning: Bad guys are killed. Blood and knives mentioned.
Teeny Fic prompted by @abansheeandherfoxes. The random song that came up was:
A guy like you should wear a warning
It’s dangerous, I’m falling
There’s no escape, I can’t wait
I need a hit, baby, give me it
You’re dangerous, I’m loving it
Toxic by Britney Spears
Also on AO3
“Damn it.” Allison looks at her text message from Lydia and scowls at the phone. “Scott let them go yesterday. He didn’t bother to tell the others until their meeting tonight.”
“Are you serious?” Kira stops in mid-movement where she’s practicing with her katana. “And what meeting? We weren’t invited to a meeting.”
“It’s Scott. What do you think?” Stiles asks, scoffing as he pushes himself off their couch. He goes to the weapons cabinet and opens it. “We only get invited to the meetings when he needs plans or wants someone to do the dirty work for him.”
“I think that we’ve got a hunt to prepare for,” Kira says, her incredulous expression slipping into a determined one that makes Allison’s pulse race. She’s sexy like this, powerful and angry.
“I thought he’d at least try to make a statement with this group,” Allison mutters, sending Lydia a thank you text before sliding her phone into her back pocket. “You’d think the alpha of Beacon Hills would want to make sure that everyone knows what happens to trouble that comes to town. This whole practice of letting threats get away without any type of retribution or consequence is dangerous.”
Stiles snorts and tosses her a sheath that holds her favorite knife. “Yeah, what the mighty alpha does to them is let them go with some optimistic assumption that a little lecture from him will change their ways.” He gives them a smile that makes Allison pause and consider if they have time for a quickie before they go hunting. “We’re the only thing dangerous around here, especially when it comes to Scotty’s Boy Scout leadership style.”
“It’s worked so well with my Deucalion, with those witches, with the hunters, with my own grandfather.” Allison’s lust is damped at that thought, and she rolls her eyes. “I love Scott, truly I do, but he fails to take the threats to our county seriously.”
“I used to admire the bright-eyed optimism,” Kira admits, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail. “But then I came back from my time away and realized it’s almost as dangerous as being feral. One is uncontrollable and the other one is just stupid.”
“Your time with the skinwalkers toughened you up,” Stiles says, looking at her and playfully leering. “It made you all hard edges and sharp eyes, and you were able to see what we’d been noticing since the alphas were in town.”
“Sharp edges to balance out your soft curves,” Allison adds, winking at Kira. “It made you fit us perfectly.”
“Like a missing puzzle piece,” Kira says with a smile. She leans over and kisses Stiles, pinching his ass before she blows Allison a kiss. “Where do we think they’ll be?”
“I’m not sure.” Allison wanders over to the map of Beacon Hills and the surrounding county that Stiles keeps on the wall. It’s beside the white board he uses for any dangers that they’re keeping an eye on at any one time. Currently, there’s a druid visiting Deaton that they’re not sure about, Deaton himself is always on the list because Stiles doesn’t trust him, Theo has a spot on their wall, and there’s also a group of hunters that attacked Liam and Mason last week.
“They’ve been hanging around the Sleepy Inn down on Magnolia,” Stiles points out. “If Scott gave his typical speech to them, he probably told them they had until this morning to leave town and to not come back.” He says the last few words in a mocking tone. “As if bad guys care about unstated ultimatums.”
“There’s never even any threats.” Kira makes a face. “I guess that works in our favor, though, since they’re never expecting us.”
“It’d be a lot easier if he just let us handle it from the beginning.” Allison sighs before leaning down to strap her knife to her ankle. She’s learned over the last two years that knives usually work well when dealing with hunters. There’s something about getting up close and personal with those not following any code that makes killing them that way even more satisfying.
“If he didn’t know that our general philosophy is to shoot first and ask questions later, he might just do that,” Stiles teases. “Unfortunately, Scott prefers to be seen as the good guy who looks the other way and doesn’t think too hard on why those threats don’t come back anymore.”
“He already thinks we’re tainted, so what’s a little more blood on our hands?’ Kira asks before she looks serious. “Better ours than the others, though. Most of them are kids, and they shouldn’t have to kill unless it’s a life or death situation.”
“C’mon. I think I know where they might be,” Allison says suddenly, grabbing her crossbow and heading to the front door. “You mentioned the Sleepy Inn, and there’s that biker bar down off Magnolia. I know Dad’s met some of the good hunters there, which means it’s probably on all the hunters’ radars.”
“That’s an oxymoron, babe,” Stiles says, leaning in to kiss her. “The only good hunter is a dead hunter.”
“Hey, watch it,” she tells him, biting his lip just enough to hurt before she deepens the kiss. The taste of Stiles is intoxicating, and she’s addicted to it. When she pulls back, she bites again, wanting him to feel it.
“Case in point.” He licks his lip and grins, his eyes glowing like molten gold, the ring of white a contrast to the purple in Kira’s eyes. “Naughty hunter.”
“Naughty fox,” Kira corrects him, her own eyes flashing, more orange than gold. “Keep it in your pants for now, Stiles. We can finish that after we take care of the hunters.”
“What? She started it,” he protests, and Allison just smiles sweetly at Kira, making sure she’s flashing her dimples because she knows that always makes her look even more innocent.
“Allison would never!” Kira winks at Allison before opening the door. “Let’s go find ourselves some hunters.”
Allison follows her, and Stiles brings up the rear, making sure the door to their little house is closed tight. She hears him murmur a spell that’s probably giving them extra protection, something he always does whenever they go into the field. The remnants that remained after the Nogitsune was defeated have given him some magical abilities as well as memories from a thousand-year-old creature. He uses that knowledge to protect the pack and to try to help atone for the sins committed by the Nogitsune. She understands that desire since she feels the same way regarding atonement for the sins of her family.
Kira is already in the Jeep, an eager expression on her face. She’s the only one in their relationship that isn’t carrying the baggage of past mistakes and poor choices. Allison is glad that one of them is untainted in that way, even if Kira’s time with the skinwalkers did give her a level of maturity and toughness that hadn’t been there before. She’s the light to their darkness, and it works well, the three of them. She and Stiles were already together, passion and emotion and violence, and Kira adds grace, patience, and understanding.
“Yes,” she confirms. “Just thinking about my two foxes.”
“I’m not a fox,” Stiles reminds her, even as he smiles sheepishly.
“There’s still some fox in there,” Kira points out. “The magic is your own, but the fox helps guide you.”
“Whatever.” He rolls his eyes, knowing he won’t win that argument with Kira.
“Which end of Magnolia has the bar we’re looking for?” Kira asks, leaning forward from the backseat. She smiles. “I don’t keep up with biker bars.”
“It’s on the east end, near the bail bond place and the pawn shop,” Stiles tells her. “Dad usually has calls out that way every weekend, so I learned all about it listening to the radio.”
“How do we want to do this?” Allison asks, giving them a sharp smile. “Wait and ambush them? Follow them to their motel? Lure them somewhere else?”
“The motel gives too many unknown variables,” Stiles says thoughtfully. “Witnesses, bloody carpets, and just a difficult way to conceal the crime.”
“I say let’s lure them out,” Kira decides. “We can lead them into the preserve, and then we’ll have plenty places we can hide their bodies.”
“Plus, we provide all-natural fertilizer to the forest, so we’re doing our part to help the environment,” Stiles adds with a wink.
“You’re awful,” Allison groans, slugging his shoulder lightly while he laughs. “Okay, we’ll lure them out then. I can go into the bar and tell them my dad saw some tracks?”
“Except they think the Argent family is a pile of shit for selling out and joining the very things they should be killing,” Stiles reminds her.
“I could zap them as they’re leaving so they give chase?” Kira suggests. “We might not be able to get them to the preserve, but we can get them isolated.”
“They saw me with Scott, so I could go and tell them the alpha wants to meet, that he’s had a change of heart or something?” Stiles shrugs. “Really, I don’t care how we get them out there, just so long as they get there.”
“They don’t give much credence to the Argent name, which is why they’ll go with me,” Allison says. “I’ll tell them that my father is the one pushing the new code on us, and I’m the matriarch, so I want to meet with real hunters.”
“That could work.” Kira looks at her. “Are you okay doing something like that?”
“She wouldn’t have suggested it if she couldn’t handle it,” Stiles says. “But I don’t like it. It gives them access to you, and they’re a bunch of disgusting men.”
“Like you said, I can handle them,” Allison points out. “I won’t let them get that close.”
“Don’t get in a car with them,” Stiles warns her, narrowing his gaze as he looks at her. “I mean it. I don’t trust them.”
She tosses her hair over her shoulder and smiles. “Neither do I. You two meet me in the clearing at the south entrance to the preserve. That parking lot is rarely used, and it’ll provide us with enough cover to take care them.”
“Always cleaning up Scott’s messes,” Stiles mutters, shaking his head as he slows to a stop near the bar. “One day, we should just take off and leave him to deal with the consequences of being such a pure soul.”
“Pure, my ass. He poisoned my grandfather and was willing to kill Peter when it benefited him,” Allison says sharply, biting the inside of her cheek when she realizes she’s letting some of her anger at Scott bleed out.
“If we leave, there won’t be anyone taking care of the threats to our pack and our town,” Kira reminds him. “We’re the left hand for a reason. Left hands? There are six hands, after all.”
Stiles huffs a laugh at Kira’s deliberately confused musings, which Allison knows is what Kira meant to do all along. She leans over and kisses Stiles, a bit rough and demanding, reaching down to squeeze him before she pulls back. “Keep your eyes open.”
“Back at ya,” he says, looking at the bar with a frown.
“Watch him,” she murmurs to Kira before she kisses her, slow and sweet, pulling away with a smile. “I’ll see you soon.”
Allison gets out of the Jeep and goes to the door of the bar. She looks over her shoulder, making a shooing motion with her head, waiting for them to drive away. Once they were gone, she rolled her neck and shifted her shoulders, preparing for a performance that will let her use some of those skills she learned in drama class junior year of high school.
As she predicted, the hunters are gathered around a table in the corner of the bar. They’re drinking and talking, the scowls on their faces enough to keep everyone else away from their table. She grabs a bottle of beer off a passing tray and takes a drink, proud of herself for not cringing at the putrid taste. She hates the taste of beer, but it fits the image she’s needing to project right now, so she can suffer for the reward.
“Hey,” she greets as she approaches the table. Six men look up at her, and she just arches a brow, not intimidated at all by their stares. Three of them are giving her disgusting stares, the sexual kind that make her want to forget her objective and just stab them in their groin right now. The other three look suspicious, but they aren’t giving her any perv warning bells.
“Does your daddy know that you’re out tonight, Princess?” one of the perverts asks. She thinks his name is Ronnie, but she prefers Pervert Number 1. It’s easier to kill them when they don’t have names, after all.
“I’m the Argent family matriarch,” she reminds them, her voice strong as she sits down in the empty chair without waiting for an invitation. “I can do whatever I want.”
“What do you want, Argent?” This is from one of the suspicious guys.
“My father has dragged our family into filth,” she says simply. “I think it’s time to remind the world what the Argent family actually means. I could use some help.”
“What kind of help?” Suspicious Guy Number 2 asks.
“Oh, I’ll help you, darlin’,” Pervert number 2 says.
“There’s a wolf out in the preserve,” she says, quirking her lips slightly. “I want to kill it. It’s time for Alpha McCall to realize who has the true power in this town.”
“Hell yeah,” Pervert number 1 says. “We’re in.”
“It stinks,” Suspicious Guy number 1 says. “She’s up to something.”
Allison laughs. “You got me,” she admits, giving them a dimpled smile. “I’ve been trying to get my father to let me do my job for years, and he refuses to work against the pack. They’re wolves, and he chooses them over his own daughter. It’s my family, not his, and I want him to remember that. If it means using some like-minded hunters who are passing through, well, I’ll take the opportunity while it’s here.”
“Your daddy is worthless,” Suspicious Guy number 2 tells her. “Gerard would roll over in his grave, God rest his soul, if he could see what that pathetic son of his has done to the once mighty Argent family.”
“Exactly. My grandfather taught me how hunters really behave,” Allison says passionately. She’s got them now. Even the perverts look interested in something besides her tight jeans and breasts. “My aunt tried to carry on the family mission, but my dad helped those mongrels kill her.”
“What do you need from us, honey?” Suspicious guy number 3 asks, leaning forward curiously. “You said there’s a wolf you’re after?”
“One of the alpha’s pets. I saw him driving towards the preserve, and I know he’ll be ripe for the picking. He’s too trustful and naïve, just like his alpha.”
Pervert 3 laughs. “Yeah, their alpha is useless. Almost feel sorry for them, but they’re not worth my pity. They all need taken out.”
“We can start with one and go from there,” she promises, feeling rather smug that she’s managed to pull this off. It isn’t easy, since she knows she’s being watched carefully by the suspicious ones, but she’s got them onboard anyway. She’s going to demand some kinky sex tonight as a reward for being so damn awesome.
Despite Stiles’ request, she does drive out to the preserve with them. She gets the passenger seat, and she keeps a hand on her knife, just in case, but she also makes sure that she rides with Suspicious Guy 1 and 2 instead of any of the perverts. Besides, now Stiles has a reason to punish her later, and she always enjoys his creative punishments.
They arrive at the parking lot, and the Jeep is parked in a spot. It’s empty, and she points to it. “That’s the wolf’s car. It’s one of the alpha’s favorites, so it’s going to send a clear message that times are changing.”
The hunters get out of their cars, and she realizes that they’re going to have to get rid of the SUVs, too. Her dad can help with that since he agrees with their method of protection over Scott’s. Allison leads them to the path, watching as Pervert 3 turns on a flashlight. “It’ll be at the clearing, I’m sure. It’s a place the wolves go sometimes.”
“We’ll follow you,” Suspicious guy 2 says, nodding at the others as they fall into formation.
Allison leads them down the path, her heart starting to race as she gets closer to the clearing. By the time she hears the crackle of electricity, she’s energized and ready to play. A tree topples over, falling behind the last hunter and covering the path back towards the parking lot. She moves quickly, holding up her hand and catching her crossbow when Stiles throws it to her.
Kira steps out of the trees, her eyes glowing and electricity sparking from her fingertips. Allison feels a rush of lust that she pushes away for later as Kira begins to fight the men. Stiles comes out behind her, stopping by her shoulder.
“You got in the car with them,” he says, his anger obvious.
She dimples. “Guess you’ll have to punish me later.”
He rolls his eyes, anger fading as he realizes she’s okay, but the promise of punishment still lingering. “Let’s get this done.” His eyes start to glow as he steps away from her, swinging his bat and calling on the magic that he can access.
She gets her arrows and starts shooting, focusing on the perverts first, getting them to their knees before going in close with her knife to secure the kill. It doesn’t take them long. It’s only six hunters, after all, which is easy enough to handle. The three of them work together well, so fighting is cohesive and complimentary.
When it’s all finished, the hunters are lying dead on the ground. She’s got blood on her hands, Kira’s hair is loose around her face from where it’s come out of her ponytail, and Stiles’ bat is bloody. Allison leans down and wipes the blood off her hands using one of the dead hunter’s shirts, then she calls her dad.
“We need two vehicles to disappear from the south entrance of the preserve,’ she says when he answers. “Body removal would be great, too, so we can just head home.”
“The hunters?” Dad asks, sighing. “I knew they wouldn’t leave, but Scott wasn’t listening to any of my advice.”
“Yeah, they were making plans to attack when I approached them. We got it taken care of, as usual.” Allison frowns. “They won’t hurt anyone else in our pack or any other.”
“I’ll handle the rest. You take your partners home and get some sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow, Ally.”
“Thanks, Dad,” she says, ending the call and looking at Stiles and Kira. “We can go home. Dad’s going to take care of the bodies and the cars.”
“I love your dad,” Stiles declares, walking over to her. He leans down and kisses her, and she returns the kiss eagerly, moving her fingers into his hair. Then Kira’s there, kissing her while Stiles nibbles his way down her neck. “Let’s take this back home. Someone needs to be punished for being a very bad girl.”
Allison leans and whispers against his mouth, “Why leave? Dad won’t be here for hours, since he’ll have to wait for Melissa to go to sleep.” She smiles slyly before she kisses him again, pulling Kira in closer.
Allison Stark has spent her entire life trying to live up to her father's sacrifice. But when the universe itself starts to dissolve, desperation and magic come together to push Allison back in time to try to right the wrongs.
The disaster continues!
Hour of the Wolf: Chapter 3
More fallout from Allison's run in the woods, and then a POV swap to Noah Stilinski as he tried to make sense of his house-guest and her disquieting behavior.
Relationships: Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar & Scott McCall, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Liam Dunbar, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Baby McCalls (OCs), Other Characters Mentioned
Additional Tags: 15 years later, mostly canon compliant, Except Allison is Alive, Domestic Fluff, Babies, No Plot, Just Babies
Summary:
For the Teen Wolf Holiday Exchange.
Fifteen years after Tamora Monroe unleashed her crusade, the McCall Pack has reached a sort of domestic tranquility. (Relatively speaking)
y’all imagine an au where Allison does get stabbed but she survives and Chris threatens the whole pack to keep her out of their supernatural business so they do their best but she keeps walking in on them talking about stuff and then suddenly falling silent when they notice her, or overhearing scott and stiles failing at whispering again, or catching all the not so subtle hints lydia puts into their conversations, because no one, not even chris argent, can stop lydia from keeping her best friend in the loop. she’s been out of the loop with this kind of thing before and it almost got her killed. If allison’s going to be in danger, lydia’s going to make sure she at least has all the information.
allison and lydia working together to leave clues to solve the pack problems in places they know scott and stiles will find them
allison and malia and lydia becoming friends and sharing clothes and destroying men’s self esteem
allison and kira going to the gym together and sharing embarassing stories about scott over smoothies afterwards
mason being in complete awe of her
HAYDEN being in complete awe of her but trying and failing to be chill about it
allison taking hayden under her wing and the two of them becoming like sisters
Now presenting chapter 2 of The War Of The Nemeton, my long druid!Stiles fic! Please enjoy! Here's a summary of the fic as a whole:
The nogtisune incident has ended and things have been peaceful in Beacon Hills, but evil lurks just around the corner. Stiles has been having nightmares again. Something is calling him and warning him. War is coming to Beacon Hills and as their enemies converge on the town, a new ally makes his entrance. It is up to the pack, their new found friend and ally, and their new emissary to protect the city and its ancient power. If they don’t, then more than just Beacon Hills will pay the price.
