#hargent

[animemakeblog]

“Ishura” The Second Teaser Promo, Winter 2024 Premiere

The second teaser promotional video for the television anime was revealed during the Ishura presentation at the Dengeki Bunko 30th Summer Festival Online 2023 event. The anime will debut in January 2024 and only be available on Disney+ in every country.

[zimvarsons]

PETOPHER HARGENT LOVE https://www.instagram.com/p/CimK0zNsBthWhLtNuEfe7L76Qvh1pvOdNJ5ifM0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[artemisa97]

I read the long Hargent threads and it’s my favorite thing. Scott is a magnet for trouble and Finstock and Talia made Derek? That was the weirdest yet best thing! The poly dynamic with Victoria Peter and Chris was so good too the blended so well and the kids were all hilarious. I like the nod of Kate and how she fucked around with Derek and was then “never seen nor heard from again” it was creepy, scary and satisfying. Poor Isaac, he must have been a mess! It was all way too funny

Oh, I’m so happy you enjoyed it! Me and @shippyrexrex had so much fun with it. Between the flashbacks to the past, the subplots about Derek and the giant campaign for Allison to dump Scott, we had an absolute blast. And yeah, poor Isaac, he was probably the only inocent part in all the drama, xD

If you want to read more about Petopheria, I have another threat with @sparkwhorunswithwolves that you may like. It’s stuck in a cliff hanger of sorts because I was super busy with school and it really ate a lot of my time, but hey, it’s more than 10k of content! In one single post. With pictures. Most of my followers hated me, nobody said but we all know is the truth, ;)

[fictionsofasasswolf-blog]

Survivors of the Wild | Teen Wolf

Chapter One; Discovery

Petopher/Hargent [Peter Hale x Christopher Argent]

BE WARNED THERE IS MENTION/IMPLICATION/DESCRIPTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE IN THIS FANFICTION! Also, I don’t own Teen Wolf or it’s characters.

Peter had told himself a long time ago that he would never in a million years tell anyone about the abuse from his father. He’d taken careful measures to hide any and all signs of it when he could; because who would believe him? His father was a prominent member of the Beacon Hills community; with shining star children that everyone adored. Except for Peter, in most cases. He was the black sheep of the Hale pack - with his strange balance between his two halves, his steel blue gaze and his strategic and hunting prowess that made the others who were much older look like greenhorn soldiers. He was the one no one thought of unless he wasn’t around for dinner or family gatherings [although if he was honest, he doubted he’d be missed at the latter anymore, the way his father continually talked down to and about him]. He had kept it a secret even from Chris, the beautiful human - and hunter - he had recently taken up a relationship with, though no one knew. He just couldn’t bring himself to let Chris know how bad his family treated him, although he wouldn’t be surprised if Chris had figured it out between the lack of his speaking about them and almost always meeting at Peter’s special home. But he couldn’t let anyone’s image of his father be ruined; it would mean his own death at the hands of his patriarch alpha. He was resigned to the torment alone. So it was no surprise when his father had pulled him from bed, ripping the teen’s arm from socket in the process, to drag him out of the house. Peter could only grit his teeth and bear the pain as he was taken from his pseudo home and dragged into the empty field where his late night “lessons” with his father took place.

It had lasted for what felt like ages; only a mere hour in reality, and once satisfied with his work, Anthony Hale had left his son lying bloody along the floor of the forest, stomping back to the house and muttering under his breath about weaklings and needing to make sure the true power stayed in line with the good ones. Peter knew well enough by this point what “the good ones” meant; his siblings - especially his older sister Talia. In pain and tasting the copper of his own blood on his lips, he slowly eased his way up into a sitting position, leaning back against the trunk of a nearby tree. He could feel several broken bones healing slowly, feel the blood seeping into a few places along his dark shirt and pajama pants in the process of his movements. He tried to gather his thoughts, even while the pain seeped deeper into his body and he panted from the effort, his muscles screaming to stop, but the young beta knew he couldn’t, his mind going over the night thus far. Everything hurt. It wasn’t fair, and Peter knew it. But…it was his life. One of his siblings had stepped out of line and as the norm, his father had taken him for training. It wasn’t training, not really, but it left the same residual effect. No one in his family questioned it anymore. Peter had long ago learned how to hide any markings left in view so no questions could be asked. Tonight was harsh, and his father had left him bloodied and almost broken in the clearing. Peter laid still, willing an end to the pain that he knew wouldn’t come. His father loved to hit him too much. The beta had become unwanted even more after stepping in and killing an omega that had attempted to kill his father. His eyes no longer burned that golden color everyone appreciated…as if Peter needed anymore weight to the guilt he carried from killing someone. It had given notice to his hunting ability; not shocking. His skills only got noticed when he “stepped out of line”. Laying where he’d been left, the wolf closed his eyes and took slow breaths to calm his body, which would help the healing process speed up a little better. The inner wolf was at a loss, oddly quiet even. Peter relaxed as he felt some of the pain ebb and nodded in his mind. ‘I’ll be fine to move in a few minutes.’ he told himself, letting his body roll so he was on his side rather than his stomach.

The grass was nice and cool despite the scent of blood everywhere. After what he had determined to be a few minutes, where the pain had mostly given way to a soreness all over his body, Peter finally began to will his body to move, dragging himself up and stumbling along the path to the house. He needed a shower, and to bandage what he could, but his vision was blurry and he honestly couldn’t fathom making it to the manor. There was the cabin he’d built, his safe haven, he could always go there. The thought of his cabin sent a rush of panic through him.

Christopher.

He fumbled for his pocket, struggling since it was in the pocket on the opposite side of his body from his good arm, but he finally managed to pull out the watch to check the time. the glass cracked again, and could barely focus beyond the glass to note the time. He always met Chris at five o'clock on weekend mornings, at the little cabin he’d set up in the woods. His watch said it was now just after four-thirty; and the beta felt a jolt of adrenaline go through him. He needed to be there; needed his mate. “Fuck,” he breathed roughly as he realized. He had passed out after all, despite telling himself only a few minutes. When it came to most things, he and Chris, his beloved hunter, were out of sync with so many things (which was part of what Peter loved about the human). But when they fell into a pattern of meeting at the cabin at five on Saturday mornings and not bothering to go anywhere if they didn’t want to, Peter had accepted it. But his father’s antics put a lot in danger; and put his son in a serious battle of heart. Peter had never told anyone about the abuse; no one in the pack would have backed him up if he had spoken about it. And if anyone asked questions, Peter would just get another beating, only he wouldn’t be moving ever again afterwards. He had thought about telling Chris why he never wanted to talk to or really see his family often, but Chris just made him feel so normal that he often forgot when he’d planned to explained it. Now, covered in blood and in so much pain he wanted to cry, the beta was left to either let Chris find out like this, or have the hunter worried sick about him and come looking. He couldn’t go looking the way he did. He was beaten, bruised and he was entirely unable to lie to the human if pressed for answers to the wounds, but he also knew he would scare his hunter so much more if he were to not show up at all.

One option ended in Peter’s death, the other ended with his mate in the line of fire should his father discover the secret was out. Peter looked down the darkened path that led to the Hale manor, then down at a bloodied, swollen hand that was healing but taking time from the alpha’s abuse. After a long moment, tears in his eyes, the beta gripped the rough bark of the tree he was leaning against and shoved off, going off the path and pushing himself into a run. He fought against the pain echoing back to life in his body, forcing himself not to stop until he reached the cabin. He was just coming to the little hole he’d groomed for a yard of sorts when he tripped over an overgrown root and face-planted into the ground. Feeling the pain worsen now that he had stopped, Peter didn’t want to move. He wanted to cry and be weak and forget to exist. Soreness biting him, he curled up as best his body would allow, burying his face towards his knees. He wanted to die, to never feel so broken again. He stayed put, not moving or caring about the rest of the world except Chris, the hunter being the only thought that kept Peter wanting to hang on. A noise nearby had Peter tensing, wondering if someone had gone looking and followed the scent of his blood to his safe place, but the gasp told him no, he was still safe. Resigned to the crossroads his father had unknowingly provided him, he laid still and waited for Chris to show up.He opened blue eyes and made eye contact with a pair of blue hues lighter than his own, opening his mouth to speak, but was cut off as the other teen spoke.

“Peter?!” the voice of the human he loved so much had Peter barely moving to uncurl enough to peek out at the blonde.

“Hey,” Peter croaked, hissing as Chris rushed over, picking him up to hold him to his chest. “E-easy…everything hurts.”

“Peter, what happened?” the blonde questioned, rushing over to grab the wolf’s face. When his boyfriend winced, he frowned. “Who did this?” The young hunter demanded.

“I’m fine, Chris.” Peter tried to lie. “It’ll heal.”

“It should have already healed, Peter.” Chris countered, his pale blue gaze stopping when it registered. “Peter…who did this?” Peter didn’t need to answer this time, because a few moments after his boyfriend’s question, he felt Chris’ entire body go stock still. “Your alpha did this, didn’t he?” he asked. When his wolf stayed silent, looking away, the human felt an anger rise in him. “I’ll kill him.”

“Chris, no.”

“Peter he beat the shit out of you! That’s not okay. I can’t just let him get away with this.” Chris countered.

“Chris-”

“No, he shouldn’t just go around beating his betas, let alone his own kids!”

“Chris, listen to me, this is serious. If anyone finds out, he’ll kill me.” Peter half-whispered, trying to sit up, but the arm he went to move was the one out of socket and he whined loudly, falling back. This stilled the human, and Peter could smell the change in emotions. “He only beats me, no one would believe you if you said anything, but he would know I told someone and kill me.  It’s because I’m so different.” Chris sat beside him as he spoke, watching Peter and looking over the healing wounds on his boyfriend’s face. “I just need you here. I need to know you’re safe. You kill him and I lose you. Then you lose me, and they get what they want.” Finally, his hunter stood after a long moment, carefully helping him up and supporting much of his weight into the cabin to lay him on the large cat like bed. Before Peter could say anything else, Chris was walking over to the cabinet in the corner of the little kitchen just feet away. He opened it up and pulled out a few items that Peter couldn’t quite see before returning. When he began setting out medical supplies, the wolf gave a confused look. “Chris, why did you-”

“It was in case one of us got hurt out in the woods doing…whatever we decided to do at the time.” Chris replied. “Now lay still, I have to reset your shoulder. It won’t be pretty if it finishes healing like that.”

Peter groaned and closed his eyes, nodding as Chris’ hands fell on his chest and shoulder in the right way before there was a quick, sharp pain and then the feeling in his arm returned. A loud gasp escaping him as his eyes flashed, he bit his lip as he moved his hand, happy to have the function back more accurately. “Thank you.” he breathed.

“Don’t thank me yet. I have to clean the rest of these up so they won’t scar when they heal.” Chris replied, moving to dab alcohol on a cotton ball. “Come on, shirt off.” he said, his tone authoritative as he motioned at the other teen.

“You just want me naked.” Peter countered with a soft chuckle, pushing himself with a low hiss into a sitting position.

“Maybe once I finish cleaning you up, I’ll enjoy how good you look naked. Right now, I want you to be okay. Alpha wounds take time, as you know.” Chris replied, easing the shirt off. He took note of the lack of big tears in the fabric, a silent fury in him as he began to swipe the little ball of cotton along some of the gashes. “This is awful, Peter. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s not that I wasn’t going to. Being with you makes me feel…”

“Safe?” Chris asked, looking up from a closing wound on Peter’s left side.

“I was going to say normal, but yes, safe fits, too.” Peter told him. “I would forget that I was going to until after you left. I’m sorry you found out like this.”

Chris purses his lips. “Peter, you aren’t being forced to marry someone from a pack. Your fucking dad is beating you. Do not tell me that you’re sorry.”

[themusechronicles]

Ship Tag Drop

BlackSun [Blake Belladonna x Sun Wukong || RWBY]

Clace [Clary Fairchild x Jace Herondale || The Shadowhunter Chronicles]

Hargent [Chris Argent x Peter Hale || Teen Wolf]

Jalice [JAsper Hale x Alice Cullen || The Twilight Saga]

Malec [Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane || The Shadowhunter Chronicles]

Scallison [Allison Argent x Scott McCall || Teen Wolf]

Sizzy [Izzy Lightwood x Simon Lewis || The Shadowhunter Chronicles]

Spideypool [Peter Parker “Spiderman” x Wade Wilson “Deadpool” || Marvel] **THIS WILL ONLY APPLY TO COLLEGE/ADULT VERSIONS OF MY SPIDEY IN ROLEPLAY**

Spierfeld [Bram Greenfeld x Simon Spier || Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda/Love, Simon]

Sterek [Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski || Teen Wolf]

Stony [Steve Rogers x Tony Stark || Marvel]

Stucky [Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers || Marvel]

Thorki [Loki Laufeyson x Thor Odinson || Marvel]

WinterWidow [Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanov || Marvel]

[stillwantstoshootyou]

Text || Hargent 📲

[to; P. Hale]: find me an alpha. In the next day or two.

[to; P. Hale]: I'm getting the bite. I want this.

[northerncharter-blog]

Studioholder @hargent Tonight @projectionstyneside Posted @withrepost • @projectionstyneside THIS EVENT IS NOW SOLD OUT ⠀ ⠀ Holly Argent's 'Interleaving the Archive (Group Action with KK)' is a performative lecture that brings together spoken semi-fictive narrative, photographic transparents and live video-feed projection around the archive of Polish artists duo Przemyslaw Kwiek and Zofia Kulik (KwieKulik or ‘KK’). ⠀ ⠀ The event will also include screenings of four films by KwieKulik. ⠀ ⠀ @tynesidecinema @hargent (at Projections @ Tyneside) https://www.instagram.com/northerncharter/p/BvjjZhIFKMO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ygix6oeobomj

[sagittaargentum]

What is one scene you want to see happen for all your ships? ( or just one specific ship, writers preference. )

Hargent [Chris/Peter] - some interaction that one of them mentions their past, as in they knew each other well before the fire (which is also somethign both Ian and JR have decided they enjoy)

Scallison [Scott/Allison] - I wish these two had had some kind of scene that gave actual closure to their relationship. As angry as I was at her in season three, I feel like the writers never gave us any true closure for the characters before Allison got with Isaac and Scott began to hang around Kira more. 

Sterek [Stiles/Derek] - In the beginning of 3a, when Scott and Stiles go to the Hale house, Stiles didn’t seem too surprised about finding out there was an alpha pack in town, which led me to believe that he had spent the summer helping Derek, Isaac and Peter look for Erica and Boyd. I would have liked some kind of flashback showing the pair working together, Derek being more relaxed and comfortable around Stiles. Just a genuine build of the relationship between the two.

Allydia [Allison/Lydia] - These two were best friends, and I would have liked to see some stuff where they are normal, before both of them got pulled into the supernatural. BAck when Lydia was still pining over Jackson, Allison was helpless to Scott’s puppy dog eyes and neither of them had any reason to think werewolves or banshees were real.

Allerica [Allison/Erica] - These two were kind of at each other the moment Erica got turned. I would like to have seen some semblance of regret from Allison when Erica died in the show; some sign that she knew she had directly led to Erica’s death by hunting her at the manipulation of her mother and grandfather. 

Berica [Boyd/Erica] - I really, really really wish that we had seen some kind of scene while they were in the vault where they weren’t as scared. Maybe early on in their capture, when they first meet Cora and talk about getting out, going away and making a life together. 

Stora [Stiles/Cora] - Stiles has a habit of weaseling into the Hales’ hearts, even Peter in the end. With Cora, I would have really enjoyed some scene where he tells her about his mom, maybe something about Cora reminds him of the spark Claudia had before she got sick, or just saying something about his mom in general and Cora asking why he’s sad.

Halecest [Peter/Derek] - I wish we’d seen some more reconnection between Peter and Derek, I really do. When planning to break into the vault, they have this little moment where they just look at each other and seem to have this little conversation without saying a damn word, and I think in time, it would have become more prominent that even though Peter is canonically insane, he gives a dan about his family and the only thing he really regrets about being an alpha was that he had to kill Laura to get it. 

[thegameofawolf-archive-blog]

There were times when the screams echoed so deep in the nightmares that not even sleep paralysis could keep Peter in bed. His body would tense and as blue eyes opened, flashing the color of his wolf eyes, he would carefully climb from the embrace of his mate, and slip quietly into the kitchen. There was a small stash of long, snow white candles in the door of the fridge, but there was one hidden along the back wall that Peter would pull out. It wasn’t as bad as it could be, not really. He would set the candle into a candlestick bought at ikea and light the wick. He would then cross his arms to lean against the counter and stare at the flames; blue eyes lost in it the way the little flame would flicker and shift as he watched it, his mind focusing on the pain of the nightmare and staring unblinking into the flame, willing the noise in his head; the smell of burnt flesh and wood and the image of panicking bodies to vanish into the mutli-colored hues of the simple little flame. 

He always knew when Chris woke; it was a kind of thing where once the bed began to cool from lack of Peter's normal body heat that the hunter would come looking for him. Sometimes Peter was a million percent certain Chris was awakened from the moment the wolf startled to consciousness from sleep paralysis. Peter never moves, even as he hears movement; too locked in the trance of the flickering gold heat that he both fears and admires. Just as it matters not the way Chris is brought from sleep, when he eventually found his way to the kitchen, he would always find the wolf staring into the flame. Sometimes, if the voices have been terrible enough and aren’t dimming in his lover's head, he would find blue eyes staring as Peter petted the flame; almost apologetically. It would take only Chris leaning in to blow the candle out while running calloused fingers through the older man's hair to bring Peter out of the daze and back to reality. It's a weakness - a vulnerability - that only Chris is ever allowed to see. Because Peter has always shown he was strong to every face he meets, except Chris. Peter will only let Chris see that he isn't always strong, that he still bears scars from his mistakes and he is just a man who craves to belong to someone who won't let him go.

And Peter knows that Chris will never do that because there is no pain as the candle's dangerously beautiful glow is extinguished by the soft breath of his mate; just a sudden sensation of safety and love that draws him into the warmth of Chris’ body and back to bed where he can rest for the rest of the night; temporarily free of screams and pain.

[sasswolf-fictions-blog]

The World in Colored Greys | Hargent

Fandom: Teen Wolf Prologue - Welcome Home :::Beacon Hills has some new neighbors::

It wasn’t anything new. Chris had been through this at least seventeen times in the last year alone. His family was just nomadic in that way; he hated it, but he was sixteen, what was he going to do, run away with nowhere to go? He yawned as the car stopped, stretching slowly as the driver door opened and his father got out. “Christopher, wake your sister.” The tone was cold and distant, something Chris had come to expect from his father by this point. Refraining from shaking his head or anything that would set the man off, he unbuckled and got out of the front passenger seat, opening the door immediately behind his. Leaning towards the suitcases of clothes and a few boxes of the bedroom things he and his sister had been allowed to bring, Chris’ younger sister was sound asleep, wavy golden brown curls hiding her face as her breath fell in soft breaths. As his father opened the back of the SUV, the teenager glanced over his shoulder, making sure the front door to the house was unlocked. He took a moment, debating what he should do before he glanced at the dashboard clock. Four-fifteen in the morning. And since he knew his father would insist on the two of his children attending school, there was no point in waking up the temperamental nine year old. His father grabbed a box and was headed to the door when he saw the young man debating.

“Christopher Argent, get your sister in the house so she can help.” The tone was sharp, abrasive; a warning. Then the man was turning sharply from the teen and half storming into the house. 

“Yes, sir.” He replied in a soft murmur, even though his father wouldn’t hear it. Once the man was inside, Chris looked at his sister again, sighing and unbuckling her, cradling her to him and carrying her as discreetly as possible into the living room. Laying her on the couch facing the back wall, he quickly began bringing boxes in, trying to hide that he had left his sister asleep. He even went so far as to put some boxes in a bedroom, planning on covering his sister’s absence by saying she was unpacking in a room. It wasn’t something uncommon for Kate, she got a one track mind when it came to the moves. He had just rounded the hall corner from dropping off the last box when he came face to face with a very unhappy father. Chris felt his body steady itself. Here we go. “Are you alright, sir?”

“Did I not tell you to wake your sister so she could help?”

Shit. Chris bit back the word, giving a nod. Foul language would only make this worse. “I just know how she can be when you wake her up, and I know we have school, so I thought it was best to let her sleep.” The movement is too fast for him to register before a pain shot through his face. He didn’t say a thing as he took the hit, losing his balance as he inwardly panicked to catch his balance. The force was enough to make him stumble, and as he tried to catch himself, something pounded against the side of his face and he crumbled against the suddenly present wall. Something warm slowly began to run along his skin. ‘Great. First day tomorrow and already I have to make a lie.’ he thought begrudgingly. Leave it to his father to ruin what little bit of good Chris looked forward to when it came time to haul up and vanish again.

“You don’t make decisions for this family, Christopher. But since you thought it okay to defy me, you can unpack things while I drive to get the rest of our belongings.” The older man frowned, walking forward to grab his son’s face. He gave a sneer and snapped the teen’s face to the side roughly as he let go. “Clean that up, too. You need to look presentable tomorrow despite your inability to listen. I’ll be back by the time you and your sister get home from school tomorrow.” He said before storming out and slamming the door.

Chris didn’t relax until the engine started and pulled away, his head throbbing as he reached up, wincing as he brushed a little too hard along the bump on his head, drawing back with a heavy heart to find crimson on his fingers. Hopefully it wouldn’t bruise on top of being split open. He moved to find the bathroom box before pulling out the first aid kit and tending to the bleeding mess that had become his forehead. Antiseptic burned and trying to put antibacterial on a wound in the mirror was a task that took a lot of finesse. He had just covered the busted skin with a bandaid when he heard movement.

“Chris?” A tiny voice said, making the teen look in the mirror to see the sleepy form of his sister in the door.

“Kate, hey.” He said, steeling himself and moving to face her. “Did I wake you up?” He asked.

Kate yawned and shook her head. “The door slammed. Are we home now, Chris?”

Chris gave a smile despite the pain in his head. “Yeah. Want me to show you your room?” He asked. When his sister nodded, he took her hand and led her up the stairs and to her room, opening the door. “The bed is made, all you have to do is get some sleep. We have school tomorrow.”

Kate yawned again and walked to crawl into the full sized bed, curling under the emerald comforter and closing her eyes. “G'night, Chris.” She murmured.

Chris walked over to kiss his sister’s head. “Sweet dreams, Kate.” He said, walking to close the door and go back downstairs.

He had a lot of unpacking before school tomorrow.

[artemisa97]

Siblings Allison, Malia and Jackson are my jam! He is so obviously the baby of the family, Malia, in this case, the happily forgotten middle child and Big sister Allison. So cute. So damn cute.

Jackson is the youngest of all the younger brothers. He’s the baby, I truly can’t see him being anything but! I’m not saying he can’t work as an older brother (for example, @seven-oomen is writing a fic where he has a little brother and it’s adorable), but he has to have been the youngest for a number of years. Jackson is the kind of dick that only comes out of only sons or younger brothers, sorry not sorry, ;P

Allison has the making of a great big sister too, and Malia... well, Malia can work in any way because she does her own thing and doesn’t care that much, but I like her as a middle sister.

[livesinshadesofgrey-blog]

There it was. The challenge Peter loved from the hunter. He moved a bit closer and reached to slide the pads of his fingers along the other man's arm. "And how would you like the deal sweetened, hm?"

A dark brow arched as Peter watched the hunter. “Take your pick. One thing typically leads to another, Chris.” he said mater-of-factly.

[literaryoblivion]

Chris/Peter - Peter finding in Chris the reason to stop being evil and stuff - happy ending. Extra points for a little Sterek =)

I'll warn you now I've never written this pairing, so hope this is ok, anon!

Peter will be the first to admit that he is not a good person. He knows it. He does. Even after he became sane again and didn't have being out of his mine as an excuse, he manipulated and deceived and lied to get his way. It's just in his nature, something he's told his nephew Derek time and time again. He can't help it, and many times he does it out of self-preservation and distrust of everyone else. Can he really be faulted for that?

But now, he's starting to think that maybe he doesn't have to be evil all the time because truth be told, it's exhausting. He's throat is killing him from all his deep yells of threat and mirthful laughter, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to come up with witty and snarky puns. Maybe it's time for a change.

It's when Chris starts coming by, by Derek's request, that Peter starts to think it really is time to change. It's clear that Chris doesn't trust him as far as he can throw him, but he trusts Derek, which Peter does not think is fair. They both commiserate about how they hate Kate, and hello, Peter was the one that killed her. Well... he thought he killed her. Ok, so he might have accidentally turned into a were-jaguar, but it's the thought that counts right?

In fact, the more he's been around Chris and gotten to know him, he feels himself trying to be better. He volunteers to go take care of the fairy problem with Chris, and Derek's eyes bug out of his head because he knows Peter never volunteers to do anything that involves work. He shares with Chris his own bestiary-like information, and when Chris asks him why he's doing it, Peter shrugs and says because he wants to. Because he does. He actually wants to share it with Chris because trusts Chris with it. It's a weird feeling, and the best way he can compare it to is how the Grinch feels when his heart grows three sizes.

Stiles seems to be the only one of the teenagers that comes to join the training sessions. Peter realizes why when he can hear both their heartbeats rise when they see each other and smell their arousal. The smell gets stronger when Derek volunteers to show Stiles how to properly shoot a bow and arrow (even though it is Chris that is the expert) and comes up behind him in a classic move. Peter takes the opportunity to take Chris aside and ask him something he's been trying to ask for a while now.

"They're cute," Chris says when they're a good distance away, watching as Derek laughs when the arrow falls out of Stiles's bow and Stiles hits him in the chest to get him to stop laughing.

"They are," Peter agrees.

Chris hums. "Derek should ask him out already."

"Maybe he's not sure Stiles likes him back in that way."

"I don't know, I think it's pretty obvious. With the way they always stand close together, spend time together just the two of them. The way he's comfortable in Derek's space."

Peter glances over at Chris and notices that what Chris just described is exactly how they've been. They're standing side by side, their shoulders touching. "Maybe," Peter says, "but Derek could think that just means they're really close friends."

"But, don't you see the way they touch each other," Chris says, throwing an arm over Peter's shoulders, and extending his hand out to point at the two young people. He moves so he's standing half way behind Peter, instead of next to him, and leans forward so his chest is pressed against Peter's back and shoulder. "Friends don't get that close, do they?"

Peter swallows. "No... I suppose not. Well, my nephew can be rather oblivious. Maybe he needs a clearcut sign that Stiles is as into him as he is into Stiles."

Chris laughs, then leans forward even more to kiss behind Peter's ear and nibble and suck on his ear lobe. "That a clear enough sign for you," he whispers into Peter's ear.

Peter turns and smiles. "Yes, I believe so. Derek should have no problem asking him out now. Come on," Peter says taking Chris's hand and dragging him to his car. "There's a bottle of wine back at my place with our names on it."

"But what about those two," Chris asks, looking back over his shoulder at Stiles and Derek who have long since abandoned the bow and arrow and are standing rather close to each other facing one another.

"Oh... I think they'll be fine. Derek heard everything we were saying, so I think he's got it figured out now."

By the time they get in the car and start to back out from the woods, Derek and Stiles are full on making out. An activity Chris and Peter end up doing later that night.

[taliaspup]

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