it's killing me a little (but i love that we're here)
femslash february [teen wolf]; allison/braeden | AO3
requested by ericareycs: my parents said no boys until i'm 30, so i brought home my girlfriend instead.
i messed around with the prompt a teeny bit, as well as Braeden's history, but they're both pretty minor things. i hope you enjoy it, cutie <3
Allison comes home from college with an academic scholarship under her belt and her girlfriend on her arm, and it's the happiest she's ever been.
"Mom, Dad. This is Braeden," she introduces, stressing the name so hard that her eyebrows rise, the reflex kicking in. She always knows that she's spent too much time with Lydia and Stiles when she's raising her eyebrows at something more often than not. It certainly doesn't help that Lydia's her roommate.
"Allison's girlfriend," Braeden adds, when her parents continue not saying anything. Her dad looks like he's recently swallowed an incredibly bitter lemon, while her mom looks faintly amused, if anything.
It's the first time in months that Allison thinks of Kate. It's been a long time since sophomore year, and she's put a lot of effort into clearing her mind of the dreams and the darkness, practicing meditation and trying to bring that single-minded focus she gets when she shoots into her sleeping state. She doesn't think she'll ever forgive the woman who was more like a sister than anything else, but-
Kate would be good here. She can see it so clearly: the way Kate would laugh, nudging her brother like she thought he was being stuffy.
"At least she won't accidentally get pregnant," Allison hears her say, "Unless there's something else you haven't told us." How they'd grin at each other and smile, say no, and besides they wouldn't want kids in college.
"Smart girls," Kate would say, and ask Braeden about the gun strapped near-invisibly to her hip, and-
"Ally. Allison."
She blinks back awake to Braeden standing in front of her, feeling her girlfriend's hands cupping her face. Her thumb is slowly smoothing her jaw, and she closes her eyes just long enough to take a deep breath. She hadn't realised how fast her heartbeat was.
She wonders if being with her family will ever stop being tainted with the ghosts of the ones who've left them.
"It's okay," Braeden reassures, looking towards her parents. "It happens sometimes."
"We know," Dad says. Her mother's lips have thinned; she doesn't look amused anymore, even slightly.
"So this is Braeden," she says, needing to break the silence that is rapidly stretching out between them. It's almost worse than when she introduced Scott, the first time. Nothing could compare to the second.
She never wants to do that again.
"Allison," her dad says, and there's a warning in there that she chooses to ignore. She hadn't thought they would be completely fine with it, purposely hadn't gotten her hopes up, just in case. But her parents had really taken to Scott eventually, inviting him to dinner and making minimal references to all the guns they own and how good they are at using them.
Maybe she had gotten her hopes up.
"Chris," her mom says, touching her husbands arm. Something wordless passes between them, briefr and intangible, and she feels a fondness for them she probably shouldn't be feeling right now, what with their less than enthusiastic response to her finding love.
You can't show your weakness, Allison, Kate says, and she pushes her aunt firmly out of her mind. She has no place here.
"Allison, we've talked about this." Her mother smiles, as if the bare warmth of it will make her see reason.
It doesn't.
"No, we didn't. You said no boys until after college," Allison throws back, her chin lifted firmly and her feet holding her ground. They had sat her down the morning after she and Scott had broken up, and she had nodded. Back then, it didn't feel like she'd ever want to date anyone else ever again, so it hadn't mattered. Now, it does.
"I love her. And the only reason I never mentioned her before is because I was afraid you'd act like this."
The ensuing silence is almost worse than the one that came before.
She meets Braeden's eyes, asking for a permission she knows she'll be given, and the look she gets in return makes her remember why she's doing this in the first place. They'd talked about this, how they wanted to be in each other's lives, and how important Allison's family is to her, no matter what has happened in the past.
"I don't have any family, babe, but you do. You get to choose how we handle it."
They're almost to the door before her dad clears his throat. Allison stops, pulling Braeden closer to her, but she doesn't dare hope. SHe knows how well that worked out last time.
"So, Braeden, what do you do? You don't seem like you're in college." There's still that same disapproval and caution in his tone, but it's a start. And, she thinks privately, her parents and her girlfriend have more in common than they think.
"She used to be a hunter. Like us," she reminds them.
"And now I do some freelance work," Braeden finishes. "Girl's gotta eat."
If she hadn't been watching her parents so closely, she would have missed the slip of a smile flash briefly on her mother's face, and she squeezes Braeden's hand. One, two, three.
Isaac couldn't stop sneaking glances at Allison Argent all through transfiguration. They were working on conjuring spells, and Isaac was so unfocused he kept creating ferrets instead of guinea pigs.
"Hey Lahey," Allison shouted, picking up one of Isaac's ferrets and placing it on his desk. "Slytherin's going to crush Gryffindor at today's match." Allison was a seeker and captain of the Slytherin quidditch team. As she leaned over his desk, Isaac couldn't help but notice how she tied her tie perfectly, where his was completely undone and messy.
"Well then I'll just have to get the snitch first," he replied, pulling an old battered snitch out of his pocket and tossing it between his palms. Allison grabbed it in midair and put it in her robes.
"You'll have to come see me later to get it back," she taunted, waving coyly as she walked back to her group of Slytherin friends, Lydia and Stiles.
Scott walked up behind Isaac and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "She just take your snitch?"
"She just took my snitch." Class ended and everyone gathered their books to go to the common rooms and prepare for the quidditch game today.
Isaac was really nervous; not only was Allison a great seeker, but her broom was state of the art. Her dad always made sure she had the top-of-the-line equipment. But, Isaac had to have faith that Scott would lead the Gryffindor team to victory.
Scott was possibly the best player in the school, and the Gryffindor team was stacked. Scott, Derek, and Danny were amazing chasers. Malia and Boyd were two great beaters, and Kira could block any quaffle that came her way.
But the Slytherin team was pretty tough to beat. Ethan and Aiden were two lethal beaters. Jackson, Erica and Lydia were fast and cunning chasers. Stiles was a great keeper, and Allison was a seeker with a keen eye.
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Later at the game, Scott was giving the team a pep talk. It's only the last game of the season, the final match for the Quidditch Cup. Scott was holding onto the giant silver cup that has resided in the Gryffindor common room all year, and he's not ready to let the Slytherins have it. Isaac grabbed his broomstick and the team walked out to the pitch.
"Where's my snitch?" Isaac asked Allison. The game would start any minute, and he wanted his lucky snitch back before the game began. He reached for Allison's pocket.
"Woah, Lahey, at least buy me dinner first." She tapped her foot on the ground and a brilliant idea came to her. "The Hogsmeade trip is tomorrow. Lunch, you and me, Three Broomsticks. You can have your snitch then. Deal?"
Isaac paused. "Like...like a date?"
"Exactly like a date." Allison smirked and turned back to her team as Madame Hooch blew her whistle to start the game. The players mounted their brooms as Madame Hooch released the snitch, bludger, and quaffle from their locked box. The balls flew up, and match began.
Isaac spotted the snitch glinting above the Hufflepuff stands. He feigned moving left, watched Allison move with his fake, and then took off towards the tower. It didn't trick Allison for too long, and soon the two were neck and neck, high above the quidditch pitch. Isaac lost sight of the snitch, so he hovered for a moment next to Allison.
"You're going down," Isaac says.
"You bet your ass, baby." Allison dives down steeply, twisting down towards the ground with her hand outstretched for the snitch. Isaac dives down after her, the two looping low to the ground, chasing the snitch.
"10 points to gryffindor. The teams are now tied."
Isaac and Allison follow the snitch, weaving in between the stands. The pair shove each other back and forth, leaning into their brooms to move faster, faster, until-
"Isaac Lahey has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!"
The crowds burst out in cheers (except the Slytherin section, which was booing). Allison and Isaac touched to the ground, shaking hands in a civil manner. "So I'll meet you for a butterbeer tomorrow, okay?" he asks.
"You got it. Noon, exactly," Allison instructs.
"You bet your ass, baby." And he gently presses a kiss to her cheek.
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Isaac’s brow wrinkles in a state of adorable confusion. Allison wants to smooth the lines away, to run her hand along his forehead, his cheek, his lips. So, she does. Isaac’s eyes follow the movement, pupils expanding.
"I’ve never really been compatible with anyone," he says, voice hushed like he’s telling her a secret.
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