Stallison/Scallison/Sciles/ Full Moon Headcanons
*Below is MY au verse ~ so a little out of canon*
{Full Moon Conversations 4} Stiles: Allison, as Scott's best friend believe me when I say this isn't him. He loves you. (He kisses her pale, tear streaked cheek softly, hugging her)
Allison watched as the personality faded from each pair of glowing inhuman eyes, leaving behind only a violent void. She always felt a little like she was watching someone die….
Allison is tucked in between Stiles and the door. A book is open in her lap, but she keeps forgetting to pretend to read. He tries to look casual while keeping himself between her & the chained up werewolves.
Allison and Stiles huddle together on Scott’s sleeping bag. They watched the clock & Scott & each other as they waited together for the dawn.
Allison and Stiles filled the air with their human scent. The light but ever present scent of fear was a tang on the werewolf’s tongues. The human heartbeats were mostly even, until Scott spoke to them….
Allison and Stiles didn’t smell nearly fearful enough. They didn’t try to run & they looked the wolves directly in the eyes- but they were Human, no doubt about that.
Allison and Stiles bombard the Werewolves with a jarring combination of information. They were scent marked as Pack. They kept still mostly & made no aggressive movements.
Derek stays more Human than Scott. The young Alpha’s mistake was trying to interact with the humans, the boy & girl huddled together across the room.
Scott is chained to the wall. Allison has a tendency to drift closer as they talk, hovering just out of reach, posture open & longing. Too close… Derek bared his teeth at her in warning.
Derek growls at Allison to stay away. Electing a look of contrary contrition from her and a moan from Scott, fully transformed & chained to the wall along with the rest of the Pack.
Derek snaps at Allison to stay away. Scott moans, half growl and half sob. Stiles is quick but smooth as he appears and lightly but irresistibly pulls her to a safer place in the room of monsters.
Stiles pulls Allison behind him, hiding her from view, electing a string of hurt puppy whimpers from Scott, now straining weakly at his bonds. Allison’s face softens, becoming conciliatory & beseeching as she peeks around Stile's shoulder.
{Full Moon Conversations 5} Scott: (chained up) Allison please…I just want you to come here and hold me (whimper) I’m so cold. (Allison’s eyes fill with tears. Stiles wraps his arms around her in equal parts comfort & restraint)
Scott trashes violently against his chains. Allison’s arms fell lifelessly at her sides, her face a mask of horror for a moment before allowing Stiles to speak to her gently as he blocked her view of the monsters chained behind him, corralling her back towards safety in conciliatory tones.
Stiles took Allison's cold little hand wordlessly.
Stiles tucked his arm around Allison and pulled her back towards the wall and the door and the world outside that little room and that dark moment. She let him, feeling dizzy and off balance.
Stiles dropped back to the ground, pulling Allison down with him onto Scott’s sleeping bag. They resumed pretending to study, both actually watching each other, the clock, and Scott.
