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I was thinking that maybe I should be prepared. Learn to be a better fighter and learn all the things that you can still teach me. And maybe a few things more. But we’re going to have a new code. Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger. We protect those who cannot protect themselves.

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“I’ll keep my fingers crossed.” She holds her hand up in the gesture, silently praying he’s right. Allison’s not sure how much more of the lingering scent of gasoline she can handle. Having it linger past their return to Beacon Hills would surely drive her to insanity. Between Scott and the flare, Lydia hearing suicides, and the faded scent of gasoline in her nostrils — Allison’s not sure there’s much else she can handle. Talk of the twins prompts an arched brow, listening intently as Stiles speaks. His ability to pull apart a problem, to see different possible angles and outcomes — She’s tired enough that it may make her head physically spin, but for now, she follows. He makes a good point, too. Even if the Alphas hadn’t known she’d be there, Ethan was outnumbered — And with her skill, it only made his odds worse. Even without the typical weapons she kept on her person, it wouldn’t be difficult to find something to maim Ethan with.

The mention of letting him die prompts a nod, not opposed to the idea, though she knows this is a game of strategy. It’s not as black and white as she once believed, that it was solely kill or be killed. Ethan was more useful alive, more valuable if he owed a debt. (Plus, anyone could deduce that the Alphas would live by an ‘eye for an eye’ mentality.) “I think that might work,” she nods, understanding where her friend is headed. Allison liked to think that Danny liking Ethan was a good sign, but he'd also been best friends with Jackson. She's not entirely convinced his radar is in tune. Regardless, Stiles had a point. "He would have been dead without you," she states plainly, nodding as she speaks. "An olive branch may get us somewhere."

There's a laugh when he mentions the jeep breaking down. "If your Jeep broke down, we both know the entirety of Beacon Hills would have heard about it." Allison points out, giving him a knowing look. The Jeep was Stiles pride and joy, no question. Holding her hands up in mock surrender, before speaking again. "What you two do is none of my business." She points out, knowing what it's like to deal with other people butting into your relationship. "I get how complicated relationships can be, so I'm not butting in." Allison continues, thinking back to her conversation with Lydia that afternoon. It seemed like a lifetime ago, now. "But, I told you before that I'm glad she has you. And I meant that." A sincere look paints her features, before she gives him a look of faux seriousness. "Obviously, if you hurt her," She's only half joking, a small chuckle passing her lips before her eyes narrow. "No one will be able to find your body when I'm done with you."

“God don’t say that to me,” Stiles said, wincing at the thought of having this smell lingering. It already had made a home in his nostrils, but if it hung around, so would the memories. “I’m hoping once we’re gone from here it’ll go away too.” Sleep was absolutely not something he would be getting tonight, not like he ever does actually sleep lately, but maybe they’d feel safer somewhere that wasn’t replaying suicides in one of their heads. “I don’t want to turn him.” He elaborated. “That would be impossible.” 

It was true, that between the two Steiner twins, Ethan would probably be the easiest to turn to the right side of all of this - he seemed to be the only member of the Alpha Pack that actually tried socializing - but they never did anything without each other. Except for tonight, apparently. Which was still suspicious to the detective, but Stiles knew to choose his battles, and instead of pushing that button, he focused mostly on the gasoline scented problem before them. “But I think he’s smart and he understands that this would’ve been the easiest place to just get rid of him. All his little buddies let him come out here alone with an entire pack they’ve been actively trying to kill, including a hunter,” He waved a hand at Allison, unnecessarily reminding her that she is in fact the hunter in question. “Who has about ten different ways to kill him on her person at all times. We could’ve killed him. Honestly, we probably should’ve killed him. But we didn’t. I think that will give us a chance to get at least one question answered right? Also Danny likes him, which means something, right? Maybe he’s just an asshole when Aiden is around.”

Shoulders sagging in mock defeat, Stiles sighed. You could pry his Jeep from his cold dead hands, but sometimes he hated having a car so conspicuous. “In my defense,” He started. “I kinda figured that you’d assume it broke down in the parking lot after coming over for dinner.” Snorting a little bit he’s like “I’m sure you have shit you wanna say about it, so go ahead.”

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❝ can you please for one second just try to remember? remember what it feels like — all of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you can't breathe until you're with him? or those times in class when you can't stop looking at the clock? because you know that he's standing right out there waiting for you. don't you remember what that's like? ❞ ❝ no. ❞ ❝ what do you mean, "no"? you've had boyfriends. ❞ ❝ none like that. ❞

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THE SAINTS CAN'T HELP ME NOW, the ropes have been unbound i hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

THE EXTENDED ARGENT FAMILY. (2/2)

GERARD ARGENT | allegedly deceased in 2023 at 79 -- private security consultant & federally licensed arms dealer, hunter

CHARLOTTE ARGENT (NEE BOUCHARD) | deceased in 2005, at 59 -- stay at home mother, matriarch.

charlotte and gerard were the perfect match for one another -- the two each come from prominent families in the hunting community, and immediately hit it off when they met back in the 1960s. they marry young, and start their family soon after, determined to carry on their family legacies. they raised their four children with the same ideals and disciplines they grew up with, leaving no room to question their tactics. gerard was the clear leader, holding his control over his children through manipulation and carefully placed influence. while charlotte had a gentler approach, balancing out her husband's harsh ways of parenting with more compassion and understanding. together the two have four children -- chris, gabriel, bernard, and kate. though it's never actually confirmed, it's clear that the eldest of the four is gerard's favorite. given the tradition that women are leaders, charlotte called the shots for the family business -- while her husband executed them, often literally. unfortunately, an unexpected cancer diagnosis takes charlotte's life before any werewolf can. charlotte passes in 2005, buried in a family plot in the south of france, rocking an already fragile family dynamic.

GABRIEL ARGENT | deceased 2021, at 49 -- private security consultant & federally licensed arms dealer, hunter.

LEA DUBOIS-ARGENT | 52 -- trauma surgeon, matriarch.

in gabriel's case, second born means second place -- the argent has committed his life to living up to his parent's expectations, in both academics and the family business, only to fall short to his older brother. because of this, there's been a rift between the two since they were kids, finding in adulthood that distance is what makes the two able to deal with one another. thus, gabriel relocated to europe -- france in particular. it was decided gabriel would handle hunting affairs overseas with bernie, while chris maintained things in the states with kate. while in college, lea dubois enters the picture -- a no-nonsense surgeon to be, who's skills with the scalpel are quickly put to the test. the two marry, having three children of their own: beau (25), lucas (22), and louis (18). lea and gabriel are the mirror image of charlotte and gerard, training their children to be hunters as soon as possible. the two take a far more understanding approach, but make few exceptions regardless. after charlotte's passing, lea takes on the role of matriach for the family that's in europe, while victoria does the same stateside. despite their dedication to hunting and the code, gabriel and lea still fall short of unobtainable expectations, something that inevitably sends gabriel into an early grave. an attempt to prove himself to his father, gabriel takes on a hunt on his own -- his body is found a week later, torn to shreds from what is believed to be an animal attack. his death is nothing short of devastating, sending lea and their three sons further into the family business. as a child, allison only saw her aunt, uncle and cousins once or twice a year. she'd grown up thinking they were odd, and way too into hunting deer -- but had a good relationship with them nonetheless. after graduating, allison spent two years travelling, which included visiting/living with her aunt lea on and off, often visiting different countries with her cousins. while living in france after her mother's death, allison mostly lived with her aunt lea and cousins. she spent the majority of her time distracting herself by training with the latter, learning a majority of her combat skills from them.

BERNARD 'BERNIE' ARGENT | 49 -- cryptozoologist, parapsychologist, hunter.

there's no question that bernie is the black sheep of the argent family. while he's trained just the same as his siblings, his interested lied in the lore and knowledge of the supernatural -- rather than just cutting them in half. this turns into a career in cryptozoology, as well as parapsychology. a reputation for being a bit of a kook and a hippie made it easy to hide in plain sight, able to learn about the supernatural without arousing any suspicion. while bernie found this to be the perfect way to travel across europe, studying lore to add to the argent's ever growing bestiary -- his parents never approved of his career path, gerard going as far as calling him a disgrace to the family despite the knowledge they've gained from his traveling.

KATHERINE "KATE" ARGENT | deceased in 2023, at 43 -- 'private security consultant & federally licensed arms dealer, 'unemployed', hunter.

kate has always been the odd man out of the four argent children, being the youngest and the only girl. while the women in their family are trained to be leaders, kate has always tried to find her place as one of the boys. in true argent fashion, it was motivated by the need to prove herself to her parents -- before the thrill of the hunt and adrenaline that comes with it overtook the need to make her parents happy. there was a certain excitement that came with chasing a werewolf through the woods, playing a long con that would kill an entire family of them. despite working in the family business -- both hunting and arms dealing -- it quickly became apparent that kate was reckless, which was something that ultimately lead to her death.

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WEB WEAVING + season 1 & 2.

she's just like the weather, can't hold her together born from dark water, daughter of the rain & snow

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She wants to believe Lydia’s right. In most situations, the red head typically is — But right now, Lydia’s thought doesn’t solve any problems. “Maybe,” Allison starts with a sigh, once again frustrated by the unknowns. She’d read enough of the bestiary to think she knew most everything about werewolves, but this wasn’t adding up. It made her sick to her stomach to think Scott isn’t healing, that he’s thirty feet away and slowly dying in some dingy school bus. “But Isaac and Boyd were hurt pretty bad last night, and apparently they’re both fine now.” The helplessness she feels is practically radiating off of her, knowing she won’t know more until they hear from Stiles, or the bus pulls over.

The change in conversation helps settle the knots in her stomach, grateful to catch up on the more human elements of their lives than agonize over the supernatural. When it came to what was going on between Lydia and Stiles, Allison didn’t pry. The other woman would talk about it when she was ready, when she was able to articulate the complicated feelings that surely plagued her. The way Allison saw it, Jackson had chipped off a part of Lydia — One that her best friend was unfortunately tasked to rebuild, piece by piece. She empathized, knowing it was far easier to ignore your heart in the hopes of keeping yourself safe. Allison nods as Lydia explains, listening carefully. “Does that change things for you?” She asks the obvious, before adding: “I mean, the fact that he knows you. Is that good or bad?” Allison knows Lydia will pick up on what she’s implying — The red head isn’t putting on a facade when it comes to Stiles. He’s seen past the blowout and attitude, more than the character her best friend used to play. The mention of exclusivity has her arching a brow. Lydia is basically Stiles’ dream girl — She doubts he’s so much as glanced at another woman since he and Lydia started up. “So you’re friends… with benefits?” The brunette asks, from her own curiosity, and because she has a feeling that this is the first time Lydia’s spoken about this (outside of Stiles, surely) out loud.

Her question about Isaac, while entirely reasonable, makes Allison cringe. “No,” she answers a bit too quickly. “No naked Isaac anytime soon.” Her original plan to sleep with the man in question had been a terrible one to begin with, fueled by her trying to avoid her own grief and put the blame for said grief on Scott. Allison can clearly see Isaac has feelings for her — The way his gaze lingers, the way he gravitates to her. Regardless, the two have shockingly become actual friends. In her midst of leading him on, Allison found they’re far more alike than she originally anticipated. “You’re probably more likely to run into a naked Scott.” She reluctantly admits what Lydia has probably already put together, giving the other woman a look. “He came by the other night to talk, and, well — “ Allison recounts, grateful that the marks he’d left across her chest and hips are covered with her clothes. “One thing lead to another… Again.”

A wound from an alpha. Lydia almost laughs — she has experience with that. The jagged scars that run along her right side serve as a constant reminder of the time Peter Hale left her dying on a lacrosse field. She had spent weeks in the hospital — days of it unconscious, hooked up to machines and dipping in and out of stable condition. While she, obviously, didn't have the werewolf healing ability to help her out, she can still sympathize with just how hard of a thing that is to come back from. She chews on the inside of her lip, fingers ghosting along the spine of her textbook. "You said he got pretty beat up last night. It might all just be too much — healing all of that at once, plus the alpha wound... maybe it's just slower so that his abilities don't exhaust themselves." Or maybe it's something else entirely, something worse. But Allison is clearly already distressed about the entire thing and Lydia isn't going to go making it worse. Not when there isn't anything they can do about it. Their options are pretty limited in Allison's Subaru.

Things with Stiles are still so new and complicated that Lydia is almost afraid to even talk about them. The two of them have created a very comfortable bubble for themselves and a part of Lydia thinks that doing this — by letting their friends know about it, by making it something more... it's going to burst. "I've never been friends with someone before being more. It was always one or the other — we were strangers or we were together. Obviously Stiles and I didn't follow the pattern." A romantic at heart, Lydia has always longed for the kind of love she read about in books but after watching the implosion of her parent's marriage and her own romantic shortcomings, she had convinced herself that wasn't actually real. Anyone who said they had found it had to be lying. Her nose scrunches at the mention of her Tinder hook ups, a habit her therapist had referred to as a form of self-harm more than once to Lydia's complete annoyance. The woman was a fucking quack as far as the redhead was concerned — which was really saying something coming from the woman who made out with a dead guy. "We haven't discussed exclusivity," she says, as if it had just dawned on her. Not that she thinks Stiles is out there sleeping his way through a plethora of tinder matches himself. She knows he has the app on his phone — she swears she hadn't been snooping, but if he leaves his phone unlocked and her eyes just happened to look down and the screen glitched and scrolled through a few things, that wasn't her fault — but the two spend so much time together lately she just can't imagine he would have the time. "But no. I'm not hooking up with anyone else right now." She turns, throwing the disgustingly expensive book into the backseat, unbothered with keeping up her faux indifference anymore. "Do I have to worry about running into a naked Isaac anytime soon?" Surprisingly, her voice is devoid of snark or judgement. Allison knows how Lydia feels about that — they'd discussed it at her birthday party and Lydia's not about to rehash it all again now.

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i'll tell you something about my good name -- it's mine alone to disgrace. i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing.

THE ARGENT FAMILY. (1/2)

VICTORIA ARGENT | deceased at 55 -- boutique/fashion buyer, matriarch.

CHRIS ARGENT | 57 -- private security consultant & federally licensed arms dealer, hunter.

ALLISON ARGENT | 25 -- college student/english major, hunter.

the argent family is a complicated group, long before allison had any idea about their legacy. with her father often busy with ‘work’ (licensed arms dealing, as allison was previously lead to believe), she was often left in the care of her mother. victoria took her role as the matriarch very seriously, never willing to find any sort of compromise or leeway to what she decided was best, regardless of it’s detriment. the way she saw it, the ends always justified the means. coming from a large military family, victoria continued on their tradition of order and discipline. because of this, allison grew up in an incredibly strict household, despite the fact that they moved around quite often. she remained under her parents thumb for the majority of her childhood and into her adult life, struggling to hold onto any sort of privacy or independence. while she’s always held love for her family, knowing their protectiveness (frankly, weird behaviors and habits) was meant in her best interest. but whether or not allison likes her parents often depended on the day. once she’d learned the truth, things changed drastically – her mother’s iron grip and her fathers absence now made sense in a way allison had never understood before. though she doesn’t agree with their tactics, she knows it’s all been for her protection. when the two first decided to start a family, they opted to change a few traditions -- while chris' parents thoroughly believe that children should be trained to hunt from the moment they can walk, chris and victoria decided to hold off when it came to their daughter. gerard's harsh tactics and borderline abusive ideals were something chris sought to keep far, far away from his kids. he saw the way it had shaped his siblings lives, for better or worse -- and they did not want to subject allison to her family's legacy without her having a say in it. the choice to hold off on telling their daughter until she finished college was an easy one, despite the fact that allison brushed off victoria's pushing for her daughter to pursue higher education. that plan had been pulled apart by scott mccall, peter hale, and kate's influence on her niece. allison had been the last to know about a centuries old code and way of life, a new layer to everything in her life having been exposed with the truth.

once everything had been said and done with kate, gerard, and victoria -- hunting brought allison and her father closer, the two often training together before (and during) her departure to france. they made a good team from day one, finding common ground in a way they hadn’t been able to before. navigating her mother’s intensity became much easier understanding the motivation behind it, though the two often butt heads over the older woman's need to control every aspect of allison’s life long after childhood. she understands the leadership role victoria had been in, that it's a mantel allison has now taken on whether she wants it or not. in the wake of losing her mother, allison and chris forged a bond – her father is the last piece of family that she has, and she will do anything to to protect that. together the two are trying to better than family’s long held ideals, though allison struggles not to fall back into her grandfather’s vengeful way of thinking. trying to navigate their family's code while living a semi-normal life has proved difficult for the remaining members of the argent family.

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☎ jackson

NAME: He who shall not be named

RINGTONE:  Default

PICTURE: N/A

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Heard you're in France.

LAST TEXT SENT: Mind your business.

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☎ kira

NAME: Kira (Scott's friend)

RINGTONE:  Default

PICTURE: N/A

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: We should do a girls night this weekend!

LAST TEXT SENT:  [answered two days later] Sounds fun

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☎ derek hale

Allison has him blocked <3

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☎ melissa mccall

NAME: Mama McCall

RINGTONE:  Default

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Hi sweetheart! Hope you're doing well. I know we haven't spoken in a while, but I was wondering if you could send me your mom's recipe for Creme Brulee? I haven't stopped dreaming about it since the time you brought it to dinner! Call me, I'd love to hear from you. xo Melissa

LAST TEXT SENT:  Of course!! I'll call you after class!! ❤

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☎

NAME: Scott McCall ( previously: DO NOT TEXT SCOTT, Scott, Scottie ❤❤❤🥰, scott (vet tech) )

RINGTONE:  Lover by Taylor Swift

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: you have the best ideas. i'll get the time off right now.

LAST TEXT SENT: Perfect (: Snack run later? I don't have anything to make trail mix.

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☎ matt (a third rip)

NAME: Matt (Photography 102)

RINGTONE:  Default

PICTURE: N/A

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: can u just answer the phone? i'm sorry i blew up at lydia's party but i can explain. you didn't give me a chance to explain before going like full ninja lol. look i'm a good guy and the pictures were just that you know they're only pictures there's no need to overreact. i get things are complicated but i'm willing to take it slow and omve past this but you have to actually call me back tonight lol final offer

LAST TEXT SENT:  [ignored]

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☎ cora

NAME: the other hale (?)

RINGTONE:  Default

PICTURE: N/A

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: i need scott's number.

LAST TEXT SENT:  Go fuck yourself.

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☎ kate (double rip)

NAME: Kate Argent 😎

RINGTONE: Only girl (In the world) by Rihanna

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Meet me at the Preserve entrance. I've got a few more things to teach you.

LAST TEXT SENT: I need to check on Lydia first, then I'll be there.

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☎ victoria (rip)

NAME: Mom 🫅 ICE

RINGTONE: Mamma Mia by ABBA

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Call me. We really need to talk. Please.

LAST TEXT SENT: [ignored]

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☎ for chris

NAME: Dad 🔪 ICE

RINGTONE:  Eye of the tiger by Survivor

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Lasagna tomorrow?

LAST TEXT SENT:  Only if it's take out. ❤