for @laurahale-appreciation week’s day three prompt, Alpha Laura. technically a little late, lol, but that’s what happens when you have no time management skills. you end up posting submissions at 1am. oh well, here it is!
Laurallison | 1.5k | Gen | Alpha Laura | Werewolf Allison | Emotional H/C | Angst with a Happy Ending
(also on AO3)
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The puncture wounds in Allison’s arm had been deep and ragged, but they’re gone now. The skin is smooth and unmarred, not a single trace left of the teeth that had been embedded there a few hours earlier. There had been a lot of blood then, too, and remnants of it are still smeared along her bicep, sunk into the dark fabric of her shirt too deeply to ever wash out.
Laura can smell it, sharp and metallic in the air, even under the heavy pall of Allison’s chemosignals. Between the blood and the agitation, her usual metal-shavings-and-lilac scent is all but gone. If she didn’t think she would lose a limb or two, Laura would get closer, bury her nose in Allison’s hair, dig deeper until she can find that scent again.
But she stays where she is, leaned up against the basement door, watching Allison walk frenetic circles around the cell she’s locked herself into. The moon won’t even be up for another half hour, at least, but nobody had dared to get in her way. She may not have come into her claws yet, but she still has plenty of knives and very little hesitation in using them.
Frankly, Laura is surprised Allison hasn’t tried to threaten her into leaving yet like she did everyone else. Scott held up the longest against her tirade, all too aware of how traumatizing an unwanted bite is, but even he had retreated upstairs eventually. Laura can hear him, talking quietly with Stiles and Lydia as they wait for something to happen. The others are out with Derek, running down the last of the pack that had dared to invade their territory.
Their alpha’s blood is still under Laura’s fingernails. Turns out, the betas aren’t so daring without him.
If only Laura had been just a little quicker in taking him down, she wouldn’t be here, helpless against Allison’s growing panic. Apologies sit on her tongue, but they’re worthless and she knows it. Allison wouldn’t accept them anyway. Laura swallows them down.
Instead, she says, “This isn’t the end of the world.”
Allison shoots her a look like she’s reconsidering her choice to let Laura stay. She can’t maintain it, though. Her usual laser focus is gone, replaced by impotent rage, hands grasping at air and eyes skittering restlessly along the dull stone walls. The shift hasn’t taken her, and yet she looks every bit the caged animal.
Laura knows better than to say so. She pushes off the wall and approaches the rusty bars, familiar from those handful of years as an adolescent when hormones had wreaked havoc on her control like it does for all teenage werewolves. Puberty is a bitch like that. She wraps a hand around one of them and Allison pulls back as far as she can manage.
“You shouldn’t be down here,” Allison says. “It’s not safe.”
“I’m an alpha,” Laura reminds her. “I think I can handle one newly shifted beta. I’ve made it through five so far. And those didn’t even have the benefit of a very sturdy cell.”
“Not sturdy enough.”
Laura frowns. “Ally, it’s going to be fine. Trust me, this thing has held up through decades of full moons. No werewolf has broken out of it so far, and you won’t either.”
Allison shakes her head. Fear blooms in her scent, bitter and harsh, and Laura doesn’t understand. She reaches through the bars and tries not to be hurt when Allison flinches away from it. They’ve been growing closer lately, yes, but just because they’ve been moving toward being something doesn’t mean anything in the face of what Allison is going through. This isn’t the time for ego or hurt feelings. Laura just wants to be here for someone she cares about.
“You were there for Isaac’s transition,” she says. “And Erica’s, and Boyd’s. There were some rough patches, but you saw them all come out the other side just fine. Even Scott made it through his messy bite. And I didn’t let any of them hurt anyone, did I?”
Laura keeps her voice low and steady, trying to exude the sort of calming, reassuring energy that her mother always had. It doesn’t seem to be working very well; Allison isn’t relaxing a bit. Her jaw is clenched so tight Laura’s surprised she hasn’t cracked a tooth yet, fists white-knuckled and shoulders taut as her bowstring. Her eyes are wide and glassy, though she’s stubborn enough not to let any tears fall.
Her voice is choked with them anyway when she says, “But what if I’m not like them?”
Laura grips the cell bars again because the alternative is breaking the lock off the door and pulling Allison into her arms, danger be damned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Allison smiles and it’s the bleakest expression Laura’s ever seen on her face.
“I’m not like Scott,” she says with a weak shrug. “I mean, nobody’s like Scott, but I’m— You know how I am, Laura. What I’m capable of. Where I come from.”
Laura shakes her head. “What does that have to do with anything?”
But Allison isn’t listening to her. She’s scrubbing her hands over her face, fingers sliding up to tangle in her hair. Her breath comes faster, sharp on the inhale and stuttering back out.
“I’m not like them, Laura, I’m like—” Allison lets out a bark of laughter, dancing on the edge of hysteria, and throws out her arms. “Maybe mom had the right idea!”
The bars creak under the sudden pressure of Laura’s fingers. “Allison, don’t even joke about that.”
“Who’s joking? Jesus, Laura, you saw what Kate turned into!”
The cell has withstood generations of moon-crazed werewolves, but it doesn’t withstand Laura. With one swift yank, she tears the padlock from its mooring and tosses it aside. She’s inside before Allison can protest—not that that stops Allison from trying—and ignores the panicked flail of Allison’s hands to step in close.
It’s instinct for Laura to grip the nape of Allison’s neck, just firmly enough to hold her in place. All at once, Allison stops fighting to push her away. It’s not a restful stillness, more like prey in a predator’s sights, frozen and quivering. A beta awaiting her alpha’s judgment.
“What I saw back then,” Laura says, slow and deliberate, “was a monster. Before and after the scratch that turned her. But Allison, you’re not Kate.”
Up this close, the scent of fear overpowers everything. It’s seeping from every pore, clinging to Allison’s skin like the wetness that clings to her eyelashes. Allison’s fingers latch onto Laura’s arms and dig in, hard enough to leave bruises that will fade before she lets go.
“I could be.” Her voice cracks. “I wanted to be, as a kid. I wanted so badly to be like her. And I was, Laura, you know I was. I let her and Gerard get into my head and then I was just like her, and it would be so easy for me to—”
Laura cuts her off before she can say anything else patently stupid. “That’s not going to happen, Ally. I know it isn’t. Do you know why?” She squeezes Allison’s neck until brown eyes meet hers. “Because the shape we take reflects the person that we are.”
Allison’s lip quivers, but she doesn’t blink. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Then, Ally—” Laura smiles. “—you don’t know yourself like I know you.”
The cell has no windows, but it doesn’t keep out the full force of the rising moon. Its power creeps up on them like the zing of static electricity, the weight of atmospheric pressure. It’s a feeling Laura knows as well as her own heartbeat, almost familiar enough to be comforting in its enormity.
She sees it the moment that feeling hits Allison in full. It’s a gasp and a full-body jolt. It’s bracing for impact. It’s newly claw-tipped fingers digging deeper into Laura’s shoulders like Laura is the only steady thing in a world knocked off its axis.
Laura holds her through it. There’s no screaming and blood, no burst of uncontrollable rage, no ripple of blue spotted nagual fur. In the end, there’s only brown eyes turned luminescent gold. Laura’s own flash red in answer and a new thread settles in her chest, warm and strong alongside all the other pack bonds she harbors there.
This time, Allison doesn’t protest when Laura shifts closer. She leans into Laura’s cool hands against her cheeks, glowing eyes fluttering closed, and sighs at the kiss Laura presses to her forehead. The fear is beginning to dissipate from her scent now, replaced bit by bit with the sweetness of relief.
“See?” Laura whispers between them. “I knew it.”
Allison kisses the words out of her mouth and the full moon is forgotten entirely.
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I know the truth. I know how dead you are ｉ ｎ ｓ ｉ ｄ ｅ. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror...and hate what you see.
The full moon wasn’t exactly as ｔ ｈ ｒ ｅ ａ ｔ ｅ ｎ ｉ ｎ ｇ to her as others in the pack had made it seem prior to the bite. Underestimating the full moon had been the worst path she had chosen. Allison woke up with a thick sheen of sweat sticking to every inch of her body. She had been roused by the searing pain in her forearms; feeling as though fire was burning in her veins. Opening her eyes wide open, the huntress scattered back to her bed post. Her illuminating yellow hues in tact with the unexpected visitor. “What...what are you doing?”
what plot/au you really really really want to write but for some reason haven't been able to? (like haven't had time to properly think about it, or tried but had a huge block, or you want to but inspiration is missing etc etc) ty
I have a lot of ideas that I don't have time to get to... I think somewhere in my head there's a rewrite of the entire TW series with Allison as the werewolf, but everytime I think about it I get overwhelmed. I still want to do it! Someday...
I have like drafts of different takes on it I'm just not sure which way to take it...
Do I have Scott bite her to survive the oni attack?
Do I have a double werewolf sha-bang where that happens, plus scott has to bite stiles to free him of the nogitsune?
Do I have her bit from the beginning and her and Scott have to work together to be each other's anchors and take down Peter?
Do I have an au where when her dad 'kidnapped' her in s2 and was all like 'do u know what happens when a hunter gets bit' and have it be an actual enemy alpha that bites her?
Allison as an alpha would've been so great. I love Kira, but imagine Allison and Scott as an alpha pair because lbr allison wouldn't be a beta or omega
Allison as a werewolf would have been an extremely different and interesting dynamic! I explored the idea a little bit in my alt universe where a doomed timeline Stiles goes back in time to "fix" things and prevent Scott from getting the bite but Allison gets it instead.
In my original thoughts in this universe along with the amazing family dynamic that would have followed (Allison realizing her family are hunters and now she has to keep this incredible looming secret from them) and then Allison killing Peter and becoming an Alpha that way. I wanted Scott as human in this verse just to make it totally different from canon, but I also really like the idea of them being an Alpha pair, too!
Like Scott also gets bitten at some point and he still gets the True Alpha storyline, and then Allison and Scott rise to become these awesome powerful feared and respected Alpha leaders. Ballads are written about them.
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So Ataratah and I decided to try teaming up for some collaborative fanart for Allison Week! We wanted to do a post-3B werewolf!Allison AU, so we decided to play with a duality theme (which also worked pretty well for showing off our different styles). This was super fun to work on. She blows me AWAY with her graceful, delicate lineart, no lie.
Allison Argent lives. <3 If I have to draw twenty different AUs about it.
