#jared argent

Clearly caught off guard by her words, Jared laughed a touch incredulously. "I think I would prefer us meeting under less bloody circumstances," the hunter countered with a concerned frown as he examined her shoulder. Emma's injuries thankfully appeared to be free of the telltale signs of wolfsbane poisoning, but being pinned to a tree by a spear was serious enough on its own to warrant major concern. "At least until I've gotten a medical license or something to keep up with treating all your injuries. Jesus, Em. What are you even doing out here with a wendigo on the loose? Practically every hunter on the West Coast is after the damn thing."

“You and I clearly remember the end results of that plan very differently, petite.” Jared shot back, wrapping his arms around her to tuck his hands into the back pockets of her jeans in response to the kiss. “Mais I suppose it’s good to know it won’t really be me you’re mad at,” the hunter added almost playfully before dipping his head downwards to brush his lips against hers again.

Duty and desire warred within him as he zipped up his duffel bag and took Emma into his arms. As much as Jared knew he needed to leave, he was absolutely loathe to leave the little wolf that held his heart behind. The two of them hadn't been parted since they'd gotten together, and now they were facing being an ocean away from each other for a length of time that neither of them could predict. It was painfully unfair, and yet Jared couldn't stay when his uncle's continued well-being hung in the balance.

"I promise, oisillon," he murmured into her hair, clutching her a little tighter as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "As soon as I land, and then every day while I'm gone," the youngest remaining Argent swore before the alarm going off on his phone forced them to separate. They needed to leave soon if he was going to get through airport security in time, and Jared flashed her a wobbly smile. "You'll be sick of my voice by the end of this, petite," Jare joked even as they got in the car. His tone fell flat though, and the hunter lapsed into troubled silence as they drove. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself while I'm gone?"

The request seemingly came out of nowhere as he climbed out, but the look he gave her was anything but joking. "I need to know you're safe. I need..." Shaking head head, Jared stole a kiss and forced himself to walk away before she could reply. Nothing she could say would truly ease his mind while they were apart, and he made his way through the airport in such a daze that he didn't even notice that she had sat down beside him until she spoke. "Quoi? Emma?"

@acourtcfmuses

“Yeah.” Jared agreed dully, shoving his hands in his pockets. A thousand biting comments were poised on the tip of his tongue, but his cousin’s funeral wasn’t the time or the place to let them fly. The hunter wouldn’t do that to his uncle. Chris was already going through enough without his nephew starting a fistfight in the middle of the viewing.

Allison’s death wasn’t the werewolf’s fault. However much Jare might want to blame Scott for it, deep down he knew the choice to fight had been Allison’s and the boy loved her in his own way. But God, the McCall alpha was right about one thing - this sucked. He wanted his younger cousin back. “Yeah, it does.”

Until he’d seen it with his own eyes, Jared hadn’t even known that werewolves could get intoxicated. He’d wrongly assumed that their healing would deal with any alcohol in their bloodstream before it could affect them. Emma had seemed absolutely determined to prove his theory wrong however. The little wolf had somehow managed to find Derek’s secret stash of wolfsbane infused liquor and had helped herself to far more than was wise over the course of the evening. (A choice she was no doubt regretting now.)

“Don’t look at me, petite. I tried,” the hunter grumbled as she complained, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Not even dragging you onto the dance floor was enough to keep you out of trouble for long though, oisillon.”

@acourtcfmuses

Despite Lydia’s half-hearted complaint, the hunter couldn’t bring himself to look at her. If he glanced her way, Jared was sure he was going to start laughing again the second their eyes met. Which would no doubt anger the redhead, as it would only end up setting her off all over again. Something he’d prefer to avoid if possible, because an angry Lydia Martin was a scary one.

“Desole, petite,” the Argent offered half-heartedly to the banshee. His tone very much suggested he didn’t actually mean it, and Jare bit the inside of his to keep the laughter at bay as he snuck a peek in her direction.

@kookheiress

“Should I…be concerned?” The hunter questioned, tone unsure as he slid his arms around his girlfriend. Jared had never doubted Emma’s feelings for him. Even when they had been hiding their relationship, it had been obvious to those that knew them well that they had feelings for each other. So this…well, it was a bit out of the blue for Jare’s taste. Worryingly so, really. “Did Stiles come up with some crazy plan involving you that I’m really not going to like again?”

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“Ouais, Ally. I’m sure.” Jared agreed, reflexively moving to duck beneath the punch his cousin sent flying his way. “It’s been a while,” he began as he side-stepped yet another blow and dropped low, leg kicking out in an attempt to sweep her off her feet. “Since I’ve gotten to spar with a partner I trust besides Oncle Chris.”