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peter hale Boyfriend(god, that word is juvenile) to Chris Argent. Father to the passed James, Ayla and Rosalie. Also father to Malia and Silver. Step-father to Allison. Uncle to Derek, Cora, and Nora. Basically, I have a lot of remarkable titles but the most pleasing one I get is certified asshole of Toronto.

[notmyfatherhale]

Family woes// James + Peter

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notmyfatherhale·:

James was only sixteen and already felt like he should be getting grey hair with how stressed he was getting lately. With it only being him and his sister living in a run down apartment building. It didn’t help that said run down apartment building was currently being attacked by thugs wanting to, what he could only assume, was to rob the place. He thought he had it in the bag, not needing to flash his glowing eyes or anything, until one of the intruders flashed his own. He barely got a growl out before he was thrown to the ground. And not before long did he feel a pinch in his arm before being knocked out, everything going black.

Melissa McCall thought she has seen it all. With a werewolf son with werewolf friends, there wasn’t anything much that could shock her. That is until a young boy was being wheeled in, that couldn’t be more than sixteen years old, blood on his face. On instinct she followed them into the room, discreetly picking up the chart and reading through it. What stuck out to her wasn’t his age or why he was there, but his name. His last name. One she never thought she’d see attached to someone else. Swiftly she placed the chart down, heading out and towards the phone, dialing quickly.

“You need to get down to the hospital. Now. Peter, I think your son was just brought in.”

Peter wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten to the hospital. Supporting Chris through his grief over Allison had been a full-time job thus far, the man in bed and asleep with Silver curled close to his chest when Peter had gotten the call. He remembered telling Melissa okay, then just- running. He’d made it here on foot? It seemed like no time had passed at all.

James. His James. How could he be alive? Well, Nora, Cora, and Laura all being alive had proven that anything was possible but.. God, his babies. His innocent children. If James was alive, did that mean Ayla and Rosalie were as well? He couldn’t get his hopes up too much. Not in the off chance that this wasn’t even actually his son. It could be a coincidence, purely a coincidence. James was a common name.. Hale was to an extent. But, the fact that it was Melissa notifying him of this had hope rising in his throat, too fresh and raw a feeling to let himself fully embrace it.

Walking up to the nurse’s station, he opened his mouth to demand to see Melissa McCall when he spotted her coming from a room. Tearing over, he grabbed her by the arm and tried not to be too rough. “Melissa.. I... Do you think it’s really- Can I see him?” He asked, voice full of pain and hope all at once. 

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mikedallas·:

I’m sorry, Dallas.

[argentxarmsxchris]

Burning love|| Petopher

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argentxarmsxchris:

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.

Once the breathing tube was free from him, despite Chris’ struggle and protest, Peter took a shaky, deep breath and managed to turn his head towards him a bit more. “You know the answer to that question, darling.” He croaked, throat dry and sore from the tube. Though it had been necessary at the time, he couldn’t help but be annoyed by any sort of medical equipment being used on him. It took him back to an incredibly dark place, a maniacal one that he’d promised he’d never go to again.

A weak snort escaped him and he managed to lift his wrapped hand up to place it over Chris’. “If I had any alpha powers left, I’d be healed by now. One of the few things I miss about being a bloodthirsty, vengeful alpha.” He paused, letting his sore throat rest for a few moments as his mind raced. “Thank you for having Silver when this happened. If I’d taken her, taken you..” He didn’t need to finish that sentence. There was too much pain behind what could have been.

[argentxarmsxchris]

Burning love|| Petopher

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argentxarmsxchris:

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. 

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. 

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flambé au peter

      It was rare Peter left the house without Chris and/or Silver attached directly to his side. However, with Silver being an unholy terror that morning due to some unknown toddler werewolf reason and Chris being who she felt like clinging to, the eldest Hale had escaped quite quickly to get some grocery shopping done. If he stopped along the way and treated himself to a tea, that was between him and his credit card bill. 

     As much as he loved his boyfriend ( hopefully soon to be fiance if the ring in his safety deposit box was accepted with good reception ) and daughter, it was nice to have a little time to himself to just relax. After all, that seemed to be the deal between him and Chris. The hunter ignored when Peter took an extra hour or two to grocery shop so that he could get tea and peruse the expensive stores at the mall and Peter ignored when Chris took the extra time and came home smelling like the gun range. They both had their stress outlets ( that didn’t involve their bed and each other ). 

      Ever since the return of his niece Nora, Peter had been a bit overbearing towards Chris, Silver and Allison. Knowing the Calveras were closer than everyone would like put him on edge, but when his family was safe at home he didn’t feel quite so anxious. With all the weapons and safety measures that the Argent-Hale house had, it was arguably the safest place in Canada. 

     He’d just left the tea shop and started down the road in his ( very beautiful ) car when a sense of animalistic fear and dread hit him all at once. More in tune with his wolf side than most of his species, Peter’s fight-or-flight instinct kicked in even when his consciousness hadn’t yet picked up on the danger around him. His hands clenched the steering wheel tight, the material threatening to bend and break under his supernatural strength. He started to accelerate, but it was no use. The passenger’s window broke, he slammed on the breaks, and within seconds his lungs were filling up with Wolfsbane smoke. Fumbling for the door, eyes burning, a hundred thoughts raced through his head. All of them to do with Chris and their daughters. Silver, Allison and Malia needed to be kept safe, as did the rest of the pack. He had to warn them that danger was coming. He had to- a small beep caught his attention right as his hand made contact with the door handle, but it was too late. Within seconds an explosion rang out, and Peter felt the all too familiar sensation of his skin charring. He could’ve fought it, tried to run, but by the screams around him he knew there was no point. He allowed everything to fade to black.

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TEXTS: AUSTIN.

Peter: Aren't you proud to have me as a mentor?

Peter: Mazel tov again on the baby and just above illegal girlfriend. I figured it out about two years ago and considering the shit she'd been through didn't really find it necessary to call you out on it. You're welcome.

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TEXT: PETER

Chris: And last time, I'm sure it wasn't to get more.

Chris: Such progress.

Peter: I'm content with family life. Sue me.

Peter: I've made a lot of progress, thank you very much.

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TEXT: PETER

Chris: Yeah, in my wallet.

Peter: Yes.

Peter: I'm thinking about not going back to teach at Degrassi next year. Spending more time at home with you and Silver.

Peter: Plus I saw exactly four small children today at the store and it made a scheme to get more immediately start forming in my head.

Peter: It only involved five murders and three maimings so I think that means I've made progress in the 'Peter stop being such a psyscopath' route you've put me on. Last time I schemed there were at least forty hypothetical casualties. My how you've tamed me.

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TEXT: PETER

Chris: You owe me a jacket.

Peter: You know where my credit card is.

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TEXT: PETER

Chris: Your daughter just peed all over my jacket.

Chris: And when I say my, I mean yours.

Chris: Because SOMEONE switched them and then ripped it when they were turning into a rabid dog.

Peter: I laughed and groaned in the same breath. Well played, Christopher.

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asshinyasanewpennyjerome:

I’m sure she’ll give you more sleepless nights eventually.

That’s very probable. 

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the-austin-miller:

I mean, I got a job straight out of your class, so I can’t complain too much.

Exactly. There’s a method to my madness.

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argentxarmsxchris:

Don’t say acquired. 

Well, it’s an appropriate word. She wasn’t planned, nor did we seek out to adopt her initially. She was basically a free, adorable baby that we acquired. 

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amy-hartnett:

It’s funny you think people care.

If you don’t care, what was the point in replying? Just because Derek walks on eggshells around you doesn’t mean I will. If you’re going to have an attitude, then just keep to yourself. I only have patience when it comes to shitty attitudes for those I’ve actually wronged in the past. Last time I checked, you weren’t on that list. 

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the-austin-miller:

You know that probably makes you a significantly better cooperating teacher.

I’m still tough as ever, so no. I won’t slack on my students just because I’m in a significantly better mood and state of mind.