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@argentxarmsxchris: It's wedding time, assholes.
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I don’t do these ‘man crush’ day things. They’re barbaric and childish. But this man has kept me sane for the past three weeks when I thought I lost the greatest joy in my life. I was ready to kill, and he held me back.
I guess he really is my mcm. gross.
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"Nous protégèons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes”
Je protégerai ta mémoire. Je protégerai ta soeur. Je trouverai les monstres qui vous ont fait ça. Et je protégerai le reste de cette ville comme je l’ai manqué pour vous. Je t'aime ma petite fille
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@argentxarmsxchris: fuck this motto. fuckers getting killed. now.
promotion || chris & allison
Allison: wasn't surprised that he looked so worried, even though the relief seemed to melt off of his face once he saw she was truly okay. "I'm completely fine, Dad. Just a few stitches regarding that whole thing. What I'm here to talk about is something really, really good." At least, she hoped it was. Her father had always been incredibly kind with his family, none of his rough edges showing to the people he loved the most. Which, was what had made it so mind blowing to her when she found out about the hunter side of it.
Finally pulling away from his embrace, she led him over to the couch and sat down next to him, pulling the card she'd made from her purse and sliding it into his hands. "I know this is weird, but just trust me. I think you'll love it."
Chris: held her tight, telling himself not to jump to conclusions. To not drag her back to the hospital himself so he could hear for himself from Melissa that she was truly okay. But he would take her for her word for now, stepping back but keeping his hands on her shoulders. "Are you sure? Melissa looked you over right?" He questioned, giving her a once over. He sighed, following her to the couch. He pulled out his phone before he sat, texting both guys to stand down. Dropping it to the seat next him he looked at her, holding onto the card. "You just got attacked and you bring me a card? Is this a sorry I tried to go after a wendigo while my boyfriend and his child was right there?" He said, but opened it anyway. He read it carefully once, and then once again before looking up at her, a dumbfounded look on his face. "Allison... are you serious?"
promotion || chris & allison
Allison: had left the house that morning expecting a normal day, and what she'd ended up experiencing AND finding out had made it arguably one of the best days of her life, well.. Excluding the Wendigo attack.
She was ecstatic about not only having a child with Dallas, but moving in with him as well. She'd miss living with her Dad, Peter, and Silver, but she knew that she was ready. After everything she'd been through, she was ready to start fresh in a life that was what she'd secretly been seeking all along.
Going back to the Torres' after getting the great news ( and a few stitches ) from the hospital had been to celebrate with Dallas, but also to print off a way to tell her father that he was going to be a grandpa. A little bit of googling had given her an idea and so, with a fresh outfit, a bright smile, and a card in her purse she'd headed to the place that wouldn't be 'home' for too much longer.
Of course, she knew her Dad would be worried as could be after what she'd already told him. Weapons would be out and his brow furrowed but that was nothing she couldn't handle. Walking in the front door she peered into the living room, cheeks dimpled with how wide her smile was. "Hey, dad." She greeted, trying to keep the small amount of nerves she had from her voice.
Chris: sat on his couch, hands folded. The line of work he was in, always called for dangerous situations. And he knew when Allison came of age those situations would surround her. And for the most part he was okay with that, because he knew she could handle herself. But then she died and came back to life and he himself nearly died. Every day she was gone was another stab to his heart. So when she somehow came back to him, he was going to do things differently this time. Of course, she was an adult now so it was harder to baby her, but for one he was glad she wasn't dating a werewolf. It was something he could check off his list.
But then she got hurt again, a wendigo nonetheless and his nerves came rushing back. He wasn't totally sure if she had able to neutralize the threat all together so while he waited for to arrive and grabbed whatever weapons he needed out onto the coffee table and texted both Oliver and David, telling them to be on alert. His head shot up when he heard the door open and stood quickly when she peered in. "Well, you look okay." He said, relieved to see it for his own eyes. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her.
call to dad.
Allison: I'm not there anymore! I'm at the Torres, with Dallas and Rocky. I'm fine, Dad. Great, actually.. Melissa patched me up and gave me some great news.
Chris: Alright on with it, before I lose my mind officially.
call to dad.
Allison: DAD! No, no. -soft laughter- Dallas didn't do anything wrong... Nothing at all. He, um, actually helped me to the hospital earlier.. After I had a run in with a Wendigo. He and Rocky made sure I got to Melissa and got taken care of.
Chris: You has a run in with a what?! I’ll be there in five. Seconds.
call to dad.
Allison: Dad! Hey.. Um, are you busy right now? I have some news... Good and bad?
Chris: -can hear a gun being cocked in the background- Where is he.
call to dad.
Allison: -hits call and waits for him to answer-
Chris: Hey sweets.
Burning love|| Petopher
flammablepeterhale:
It was times like this that Peter sorely missed having alpha powers, namely the healing. It seemed the general populous had quite the fetish for wanting him on the crispier side of cooked, something that caused the werewolf to even avoid fucking tanning beds. But, as fate had had it, even driving a car down the goddamn road seemed to label him a target for getting roasted alive. He wasn’t dead, though. Plus, Chris and Silver thankfully hadn’t been in the car. There were small victories he supposed.
He’d been drifting slightly in and out of consciousness for a while now, the first time having been when he felt Derek leeching his pain away. Even though Melissa was keeping him on a high (werewolf level) dose of morphine, it was pure agony just laying there as his body slowly healed itself.
He knew he looked like a damn mummy, all wrapped up in gauze which he knew was multi-purposed to keep his supposedly delicate skin infection free, and to keep the regular doctors and nurses from seeing his accelerated healing.
Every time Chris entered the room, he tried to make his body cooperate. All he wanted to do was reassure the man who absolutely reeked of worry that he’d be fine. Though the comparison was vile, Peter couldn’t disagree when people likened him to a cockroach. He was pretty damn hard to kill.
Chris had been sitting next to him for a few hours now, no doubt having left their daughter with Allison or one of the pack members. Finally, Peter could feel that the tight, burned skin around his mouth had healed enough and he forced every muscle in his body to move, shaky bandaged arm reaching up to yank the breathing tube from his mouth with supernatural strength.
flammablepeterhale:
It was times like this that Peter sorely missed having alpha powers, namely the healing. It seemed the general populous had quite the fetish for wanting him on the crispier side of cooked, something that caused the werewolf to even avoid fucking tanning beds. But, as fate had had it, even driving a car down the goddamn road seemed to label him a target for getting roasted alive. He wasn’t dead, though. Plus, Chris and Silver thankfully hadn’t been in the car. There were small victories he supposed.
He’d been drifting slightly in and out of consciousness for a while now, the first time having been when he felt Derek leeching his pain away. Even though Melissa was keeping him on a high (werewolf level) dose of morphine, it was pure agony just laying there as his body slowly healed itself.
He knew he looked like a damn mummy, all wrapped up in gauze which he knew was multi-purposed to keep his supposedly delicate skin infection free, and to keep the regular doctors and nurses from seeing his accelerated healing.
Every time Chris entered the room, he tried to make his body cooperate. All he wanted to do was reassure the man who absolutely reeked of worry that he’d be fine. Though the comparison was vile, Peter couldn’t disagree when people likened him to a cockroach. He was pretty damn hard to kill.
Chris had been sitting next to him for a few hours now, no doubt having left their daughter with Allison or one of the pack members. Finally, Peter could feel that the tight, burned skin around his mouth had healed enough and he forced every muscle in his body to move, shaky bandaged arm reaching up to yank the breathing tube from his mouth with supernatural strength.
flammablepeterhale:
It was times like this that Peter sorely missed having alpha powers, namely the healing. It seemed the general populous had quite the fetish for wanting him on the crispier side of cooked, something that caused the werewolf to even avoid fucking tanning beds. But, as fate had had it, even driving a car down the goddamn road seemed to label him a target for getting roasted alive. He wasn’t dead, though. Plus, Chris and Silver thankfully hadn’t been in the car. There were small victories he supposed.
He’d been drifting slightly in and out of consciousness for a while now, the first time having been when he felt Derek leeching his pain away. Even though Melissa was keeping him on a high (werewolf level) dose of morphine, it was pure agony just laying there as his body slowly healed itself.
He knew he looked like a damn mummy, all wrapped up in gauze which he knew was multi-purposed to keep his supposedly delicate skin infection free, and to keep the regular doctors and nurses from seeing his accelerated healing.
Every time Chris entered the room, he tried to make his body cooperate. All he wanted to do was reassure the man who absolutely reeked of worry that he’d be fine. Though the comparison was vile, Peter couldn’t disagree when people likened him to a cockroach. He was pretty damn hard to kill.
Chris had been sitting next to him for a few hours now, no doubt having left their daughter with Allison or one of the pack members. Finally, Peter could feel that the tight, burned skin around his mouth had healed enough and he forced every muscle in his body to move, shaky bandaged arm reaching up to yank the breathing tube from his mouth with supernatural strength.
Chris’ head shot up when he heard a noise, jumping out of the seat. “Are you insane?!” he exclaimed; not exactly the first words he wanted to say. He was hoping The moment would be more of a happy one, attuned to when he met his daughter for the first time, both of them. Instead he felt like ripping the mans arm off to get him to stop pulling at the breathing tube.
Times like these he wished Melissa didn’t take his gun when he came into the hospital; he knew it was because he was on edge and any slight move would be cause for him to pull it out. But right now he wanted to shoot Peter to get him to stop. Violent yes, but he knew the man would heal quickly. With one hand struggling with his he reached over head, knowing Melissa would see the notice and be the one to come. “Good to know your alpha qualities didn’t get burned away.” He muttered, giving up the struggle and pulling away from him.
Burning love|| Petopher
Chris was starting to hate hospitals. Nothing good seemed come out of them lately and quite frankly, he wanted nothing to do with them. He tried to steer clear of them as best he could but with situations like this, it was hard to do.
When the memories of their past had come flooding back it had taken Chris time to process it all. At first he hated the alpha with all he had in him, wanting him dead; only to find that those feelings were of the opposite attraction. It was a revelation that not only he, but everyone else around him, had to grow accustom to. Somehow, someway, it worked out
Though it may be true, there were times Chris wanted to go back to his old ways and beat the other man; times where Peter seemed to retreating back to his psychotic wolfie ways. But that didn’t mean he wanted him dead. He didn’t want him nearly burned to crisp, resulting in Peter laying in a hospital bed barely holding on while he himself could barely hold himself together. With Allison watching after Silver and Melissa running in and out of the room, all Chris could do was sit there.
And pray Peter would open his stupid eyes once more.
TEXT: ---> Derek, Allison, Cora, Malia
Derek: I'll be there ASAP. I'll tell the pack to stay on guard and let Scott know what's going on. Be careful, Chris.
Allison: He.. Oh no. No, no. Is Silver okay? I'll be there in a few, dad. Anything you need, tell me. He's going to be okay. He has to be.
Cora: Wait what? You’re joking.
Malia: Again?! Who did he piss off this time?
Chris: Silver is with Melissa,she's taking her to day care in the hospital. Oliver is here with some of the guys, keeping an eye out. Malia... no. Just... get over here.
TEXT: ---> Derek, Allison, Cora, Malia
Derek: What's going on?
Allison: Dad, is everything okay? What happened??
Cora: No.
Malia: I was napping. Why do I have to go to the hospital? Are people getting murdered there again?
Chris: Peter is in the hospital. He was... charred.
TEXT: ---> Derek, Allison, Cora, Malia
Chris: You need to get to the hospital. Now.
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