dallison week



Welcome to the Teen Wolf Ladies Network first appreciation week, featuring our favorite archer: Allison Argent! You can make gifs, edits, fanmixes, fanart, and/or even just write about our precious angel.

 Day 1: Favorite Moment(s) and/or Favorite Quote(s)

 Day 2: Favorite Outfit(s) and/or Favorite Hairstyle(s)

 Day 3: Favorite Relationship/Friendship

 Day 4: Favorite Fight/Battle Scene

 Day 5: Favorite Episode

 Day 6: One Au

 Day 7: Free Choice!

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Dallison Week, Day 1: Favorite Scene

My favorite is the moment when Kate brings Allison to see Derek getting tortured.  

Does she recognize him with his wolf face, or does it only sink in later that the man her aunt kidnapped and imprisoned is the same guy–that cute older boy–who drove her home safe from a party when she was new in town? What does she think about that? 

Monsters are real. Her aunt is terrifying. There’s a prisoner in a basement and now she’s a witness to so many felonies…but Kate says that Derek is evil, that he’ll kill and kill unless her family puts a stop to this.  Then add in the twisted Kate-special layer: “Isn’t he beautiful?” as if Allison wasn’t already confused enough.

Ten too, consider Derek’s POV of that scene. How fucked up that is.  Derek has been captured, tortured, and assaulted by the genocidal maniac who killed his family.  Then she shows him off like an animal to her niece–the girl he knows Scott is dating, the girl he thought was innocent to all of this.  He watches her indoctrination begin right in front of him.

Kate forces Derek to watch as she corrupts the next generation of innocent children to do to the same terrible things that were done to him. Someone he’s met, someone precious to his packbrother, someone as young and innocent as he was before he met Kate.  Kate uses him as an prop to make her argument against werewolves and how fucked up is that?

I love this scene because it’s about them, not about Scott.  It’s about their families, their legacies, their crimes and the person they both loved/hated (Kate).  Derek was the first werewolf Allison saw, and the first witness to her introduction into the supernatural world.  Her connection to him superceded her relationship to Scott’s pack because Allison and Derek had history before they even knew each other.  In some ways season 1 and 2 utilized Derek as the plot point keeping Allison and Scott apart.   Allison’s view of werewolves, her relationship with werewolves, was completely different from Scott’s relationship to werewolves. Even though Derek and Allison aren’t romantic on screen, the tension of their opposing archetypes is dramatic, and ultimately eclipsed both of them.

Even though Scott is the protagonist and even though Allison may be his end-game love interest, there’s a part of Allison’s history that will never involve Scott.  That part connects her to Derek. Even if it’s dark and painful, it links them and gives them a reference point just between the two of them. And I love that.

I love that Allison may be the only person who could ever understand that part of Derek’s life because she’s seen it from the other side.

Eyes Wide Shut (8487 words) by lowlifetheory [AO3]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf #TV#
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Allison Argent/Derek Hale
Characters: Allison Argent, Derek Hale, Talia Hale, Laura Hale, Scott McCall, Victoria Argent, Chris Argent, Deucalion #Teen Wolf#, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Angst, Fluff, Smut

They held hands the whole way to the airport, and when Derek’s flight was called Allison gave him a quick hug and tried not to weep as he walked to his gate. He didn’t even look over his shoulder one last time. Oh she was his friend, but Allison knew he wasn’t in love with her, not like she’d fallen for him.

Allison boarded her flight half an hour later, curled up in a hoodie she’d borrowed from Derek few hours ago, shivering despite the warm weather, and cried most of the way to Chicago.

If It Means A Lot To You|| Dallison AU

{Derek is a musician that is out on tour.  Allison is getting sick of waiting around for him. Inspired by Mayday Parade’s If It Means A Lot To You. ENJOY Tell me what you think!!}

Derek just got onto the bus. It was past midnight, and he was tired as hell. One look his phone told him he wasn’t going to bed anytime soon though. Not a single missed call or text message, that meant one thing to him: Allison was pissed. He picked up the phone and called his girlfriend. She picked up at the last second. 

“What?” It sounded like she’d been crying. "I just wanted to say goodnight…Are you okay?“ "I’m fucking great Derek, thanks,” she retorts. "Ally,“ he pleaded. The acid in her voice could kill someone, "Don’t, just don’t. I’m going to bed, hope you’re having fun.”  Derek sighed and ran a shaky hand down his face, “C'mon babe. Don’t be like that. You know I want to be there with you.”  "It’s not the same thing. Wanting to be here, and actually being here are completely different.“  "What do you want from me, Allison?” His voice was raising with his temper. She got louder too, “I want you to not leave me in this god damned house all alone for months on end.  I want you to love me as much as I love you. I didn’t realize I was asking a lot.” Derek yelled back, “Why does it always have to be about you? What about what I want?” “What do you want, Derek?” “I want to be able to not fucking worry constantly if you’re mad at me. I want someone who supports my dreams,” he huffed angrily.  In a bone-chilling voice she replied, “Don’t bother coming back to the house. When the tour breaks go to a hotel or your parent’s house.  You aren’t welcome here.” And she hung up as tears escaped her eyes. 

Derek tried to call her about twenty times before he realized she had shut off her phone.  He didn’t sleep that night or the next.  Allison wasn’t answering any texts or calls. As much as they argued, he knew she was the only one for him. Derek had texted Allison’s best friend to see if she knew anything. Her only response was that Ally didn’t want to talk to him.  He needed something big to win her back….

A couple nights later Allison cuddled up in her bed with her puppy watching re-runs of CSI and eating junk food that she’d regret the next time she stepped on a scale. She was wearing one of Derek’s shirts, and a pair of his boxers.  She was so into her activities that she didn’t hear the bedroom door open or see him walk into the room. 

Derek walked over to the bed and sat down, which caught her attention. Her first instinct was to embrace him, hold him so tight that he’d never leave again. But the words that came out of her mouth were anything but loving, “Get out of my house!” He looked at his hands as he spoke, “This is the only place on earth I want to be.” She glared at him, “So now you want me. Two days ago I wasn’t supportive and I was constantly mad at you.” He reached out to put his hand on her leg, but she jerked away. “Ally, please baby. I’m so sorry.” She stood up, “Do you know how much it fucking sucks to be alone all the time? Every god damned night, I go to sleep in this big empty house thinking ‘I wish he were here right now’.” Derek walked over to where she stood sobbing in the middle of their bedroom and wrapped his arms around her petite waist. He whispered in her ear, “Every single night I am surrounded by all of those people, but the only person I want to be with is across the country. At night, all I want to do is crawl into bed with you, but I can’t and it sucks. I know Baby, I know it is a shitty situation, and if you ask me to choose, I will always choose you.” She buried her face in his muscular chest, “I can’t ask you to do that. You love playing music, it’s your dream.  I won’t take that away from you.”

He picked her up into his arms and crawled into the bed with her on his lap.  He began to sing.

If you can wait till I get home
Then I swear to you
That we can make this last

Allison looked up at him, and sang back:

Well I need you here tonight
And I know that you don’t want to be leaving me
Yeah you want it but I can’t help it
I just feel complete when you’re by my side
But I know you can’t come home 'til they’re singing la, la la la, la la la. 

He bent his head to place a small kiss on her forehead, “I love you, Allison." 

She sighed with contentment and replied, "I love you too, Derek. 

This is the other fic I’m working on for Rarepairs November that I’m saving for dallison week. It’s another arranged marriage prompt, gangster story. I’ve bunked it on a bit to their actual marriage!


Below one of Allisons favourite clothes shops was one of Derek’s favourite poker clubs. Miss Magee, who owned the shop often allowed her customers to shop after hours, and while the street was dark, inside a select clientele would peruse the garments she had on offer, and if they needed accessories they could find them here too.

Allison was rather proud of the new thigh garter she had just purchased, and of the three chamber pistol that went into the little holster disguised as a red bow. She couldn’t wait to see Derek’s reaction when she modelled it for him. She picked up several other things she needed and thanked Miss Magee, heading through the network of back rooms and corridors until she found a door downstairs.

The little club was heavy with smoke, but Allison spotted Derek immediately at one of the tables with a group of fellows she had seen him speak with before but she didn’t know them herself. This was Hale territory, unlike Joe’s place where Allisons father preferred to relax. Allison was a Hale now, although she missed her parents and the close relationship she once had, but the damage was irreparable.

When Gerard announced Allison was to marry Derek her parents were outraged. Her father asked her to refuse and her mother offered her a knife to slit the monsters throat while he slept. It was obvious from the start that Derek was no monster, he was quiet, almost shy, but he didn’t hurt or abuse her, and he was keen to get to know her. Allison couldn’t slit his throat now if she wanted to.

She ordered just a plain water, trying to ignore the growing discomfort at the back of her throat. When she turned around a blond serving girl was at Derek’s table, her hand lingering on Derek’s shoulder. Derek looked scruffy tonight. He had removed his tie and opened the top few buttons on his shirt, his sleeves sat high on his muscular forearms. Unlike the rest of the men at the table Derek was not cleanly shaven or sporting a fashionable mustache, he stood out with his dark beard, shirt stretched tight across his shoulders. She wondered how many of them spent time in the mornings doing push-ups, or pulled themselves up against metal bars to build strength, ran for an hour in the morning to build stamina.

The girl laughed and squeezed Derek’s shoulder but he paid her little heed, his mind clearly on his cards. When the girl walked away Allison decided to join him, a bold move that most husbands would dislike. Derek wasn’t most husbands. She set her glass by his and squeezed his shoulders, sliding her hands down his chest a little. She felt more like a mistress than a wife right now, but Derek turned to smile at her, pecking her lips.

‘Evening darlin,’ he said letting her see his cards. 'You don’t mind if the wife joins us, I’m teaching her how to play,’ Derek said to the table but he was already shifting back a little and patting his lap. Allison sat down and smiled as his arm circled his waist. Allison watched as he lost the hand. She suspected it was on purpose as the next few hands played out and then he handed them to her. 'Your turn baby,’ he said.

Allison examined her draw, and let Derek watch. She tapped the card she intended to lose and he nodded against her shoulder. It was a strong hand but Allison kept her face stright the way Derek had told her to, adding to the pile of chips on the table as she needed to.

Allison won the hand and with a smile dragged to chips back to herself. 'On that winning note, I think we should quit huh doll,’ Derek said. There were several protests, a few calls for Derek to leave Allison but he smiled, tossed them a chip each and wrapped an arm around Allison’s waist.

anonymous asked:

will you be posting dallison fics for rarepair november???

I will be writing more Dallison, definitely!  Not specifically for rarepair november, but for Dallison week and just in general. =D  Thank you so much for asking!  I know I’ve gotten into Sleepy Hollow lot lately, but Teen Wolf is still a new fandom for me and my love for my OTP ain’t goin’ nowhere.