«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you were Allison's younger sister and became Scott's girlfriend after her death.

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It's been four years since your little sister died. Four fucking years. At first you couldn't put up with it. You just couldn't believe what happened. Of the two of you, Allison has always been the more careful and attentive. She couldn't die, couldn't die just because she missed the Oni sword strike while saving Isaac from the Oni demons. It absolutely didn't want to fit in your head. After Allison's death, Scott's pack supported each other as best they could. They were especially supportive of you, Scott, and Isaac, even though everyone was grieving for Allison. Stiles blamed himself for it, even though you knew it wasn't his fault, it was all Nogitsune. Yes, he was obsessed with him, but you didn't blame him for that, you just couldn't blame him. He was just as much a victim as Allison, with the only difference being that he was alive when it was all over. After the incident, Isaac went to France with your father (he, of course, promised you that he would return when everything was in order and Isaac settled in an unfamiliar country and city), and you stayed in Bacon Hills because you didn't want to drop out of school, having promised your father before that that you would be very careful.

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Scott was drawn into the woods again. You didn't know if it was a werewolf's instinct or if he just wanted to find adventures on his fifth point, but this time, in addition to Stiles, he also took you with him. Of course, you grumbled for a very long time, but still agreed to keep them company. You followed Scott, frowning at each other. Stiles sighed heavily every now and then and complained about the long journey, hunger, cold. And in general, he is tired, and you are here to cool off, relax! Suddenly Scott stopped in a clearing. "It's here," he said, looking around. You and Stiles looked around too. He tightened his grip on the bat he had brought with him "just in case". "What are we looking for?" you decided to ask. "I'll see — I'll tell you," Scott muttered, without ceasing to look around the neighborhood. Suddenly Scott tensed, turning to the left. Stiles grabbed the bat more comfortably, and you took a few steps back, peering into the trees. A gray wolf appeared from behind a tree. "Is it a wolf?.. Werewolf or not?.. Perhaps this is an ordinary wolf… And if you still don't?..", the thoughts in your head were rushing at breakneck speed, because, to tell the truth, you didn't know what to think. "This can't be..." Scott whispered, "Allison," he instantly recognized the "deceased" beloved. The girl turned, and then slowly raised her head. "Hi, Scott," her eyes flashed bright blue. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, you noticed that they had turned brown. Goosebumps ran over your skin. She just couldn't be alive, not after she died in Scott's arms! "Allison..." you whispered, afraid to look away from her or close your eyes for even a second. You were sure she would disappear. You were sure you were dreaming or just delirious. She can't be a werewolf. You saw her die. Did the father know? Did anyone know at all?.. "Hi, sis," Allison smiled at you. You shook your head, unable to believe that she was alive. And if it's someone's evil trick? You saw her die, and so did your father, but then how can she be standing right in front of you right now and... and she's a werewolf who, judging by the color of her eyes, feels guilty about something. You squeezed your temples with your hands, feeling that your head was starting to split. She took a step towards you and opened her arms for a hug. You hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Allison died. What the fuck is going on here?!" you looked at her with all your eyes and even rubbed them for authenticity, but either your own eyes and ears deceived you, or Allison really stood in front of you for some reason alive. She sighed heavily and lowered her arms. "Y/N/A, I do not know how it happened, I really do not know," Allison replied peacefully, "I woke up already like this," she pointed to her eyes, which flashed blue again. "You... Allison... Allison died in front of me, in Scott's arms!" you waved your hand in his direction, and then turned to him and Stiles. "Maybe I don't know something, and in addition to werewolves, vampires and any other evil spirits, there are also zombies in Bacon Hills?!" "There was only a wendigo, but this is a kind of werewolf," Stiles said, looking attentively at you, then at Scott, then at Allison. Scott shook his head, saying I didn't know about it. "How can I prove to you that I am real?" Allison asked desperately, looking at you. You were thinking about her question, but Allison started answering it herself. "Your first word was "Chris". Not "dad", not "mom", but "Chris", because that's what mom called him, and so did his parents' friends. As a child, you hated tights. You liked your long hair, but one day when you were playing with plasticine, you accidentally stained your hair with this plasticine and you couldn't think of anything better than cutting off your hair. Our parents weren't home at the time, so I helped you get the scissors. And then Mom swore at you. I had to go to the barber shop and get a haircut." No one but the real Allison and your parents could have known that. You haven't told anyone about this. You felt that your legs were not holding you, so you allowed yourself to fall to your knees, trying to breathe evenly and calmly. Allison came closer. You stretched out your arms to her, she knelt down in front of you and you hugged. You sobbed into her shoulder and felt Allison patting you soothingly on the back. All you cared about was that Allison was alive and also turned into a werewolf. But you could have asked her questions later, and at that moment you just enjoyed the fact that she was alive and was next to you, that you could touch her and hug her. "What the hell is going on?" Stiles finally exclaimed in amazement, looking at you and Allison. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Scott shrug, but you didn't say anything. Of course, you also had a lot of questions, but they could wait, there was still enough time for that. Right now, all you cared about was your sister.