#petoria

Yes! Let’s add Jackson to the mix!

Maybe he wasn’t around in the other posts because he was in a lacrosse camp or he was an exchange student in London. And then, he comes back home a week after the Horrible Vacation of Doom. Everyone is happy to have him back, and there is hugs, and laughter.

And then Allison goes for a hug. And Jackson takes a step back and, very serious, raises his hand to his sister forehead.

“Eh... What are you doing?”

“Yo don’t seem to have a fever.”

“I don’t?”

“Then WHY ON EARTH are you dating McCall?!!”

Peter and Victoria are so proud. Also, he is the only one of their children who hasn’t had sex with Scott, so obviously he is their new favorite. Scott refuses to go to the next family dinner. No. Not when Jackson fucking Hargent is there. He will punch his head against the wall and make jokes about the size of his penis and just-- he will be terrible! They know this because he alredy did it when he dated Malia, and this time Victoria isn’t going to stop it.

It doesn’t really work, because in the next lacrosse practice Jackson makes him pay for dating both his sisters. In blood. But come on, everyone ends up in hospital once in a while! It’s not really Jackson’s fault that Scott triped in his net and made him drop it in his head a couple of times. If you are going to whine because of a mild concussion, then you shouldn’t be playing lacrosse to beging with.

Chris relents in their perpetual argument and buys him a new car within a couple of days of the incident, but that’s completely unrelated.

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Jackson is the youngest sibling. He is the youngest of all the youngest siblings. When Allison would pull their hair and Malia would scream, Jackson would only calm down if he was being cuddled with every inch of his life. If Allison was the child that you couldn’t let out of your sight because she would go and try to befriend the scary looking man fliping a knife in the corner, and Malia was the child that would try to headbut the light chimney, Jackson was the one that would throw tantrums if you didn’t pay him attention 24/7 (both Victoria and Chris agree that he got it from Peter, who is also an oversensitve attention whore). It was only berable because they had Derek, wonderful Derek, who was happy as a clam to play with his little cousin and give him his full undivided attention while the adults recharged.

“I’m not Romeo, you’re Jeanne d’Arc.”

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Thanks for the ask! It’s not exactly a forgotten first meeting, but I think it fits the spirit of the trope anyway.

It’s unbetaed, so I’m sorry if the english is terrible.

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Victoria knows it’s wrong. Peter is a werewolf, a Hale, a monster. In time, he’ll lose control and show his true colors, and Victoria fears she’ll be the one at the other side of the gun, putting him down like an animal. He is an animal, deep under his skin, and that should be enough for her to walk away.

She doesn’t.

Peter is loud, dramatic, sharp, beautiful. He understands and shares Victoria’s worst instincts, doesn’t expect her to feel guilty. Guilt, he says, is for the weak; it doesn’t apply to people like them. She wasn’t supposed to fall in love, but… It’s hard, to know Peter, really know him, and not love him.

They’ve been together for a couple of months, and it has been wonderful. It started as fun, as the uneasy truce of two natural enemies that have to coexist in the same space. It’s different now, at least for her. She hopes that is different for Peter too, that the softness and tenderness that shows in his kisses and caresses means something. His eyes shine when they kiss, and in the low light she doesn’t know if it’s the wolf or the boy. If it’s instinct of love.

His hands wander under her skirt and she mirk against his lips, bites his mouth and swallows the growl that rises in his throat. It feels good, it feels right, and Victoria is ready.

“Go on”, she whispers.

He looks at her, surprised, but even while he asks her if she’s sure, the hand goes further, fingers grabbing the lacy edge of her underwear. Peter Hale is nobody’s fool and is very, very bad at denying himself the things he wants. They are both alike in that sense, and Victoria loves it, loves not having to pretend and be polite. Knowing that they are both equals and don’t have to watch their step around each other.

“I want you,” she says, opening her legs. Peter groans against her mouth and kisses her like a man possessed, so hard that Victoria fears he’s losing control of the wolf. Flattering, of course, but terrifying.

He breaks the kiss and press their foreheads together, breathing in and out.

“I love you,” he mumbles as Victoria sneaks her hands under his shirt.

She gasps and looks into Peter’s bright blue eyes.

He loves her back. It feels like bourbon and fireworks, it feels like happiness.

“Peter, I―”

The door opens suddenly and they jump, overwhelmed by fear.

Talia Hale is there, eyes shining red. She grabs her by the hair and drags her out of the car. Victoria screams, tries to fight, but she has no weapons and Talia is an alpha.

“Christ, Peter, do you want to kill us all?”

Victoria opens her mouth to tell her―

Claws in her neck. A scream. And then darkness.

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“Why did you cut your hair?”

Victoria touches the short locks of red hair, distracted. She doesn’t really know. Yesterday she had come back home feeling… sad. Even if she had no reason why. Her scalp was burning, also without a reason, and the sight of her long red hair had sickened her. Before she could think twice about it, she was clipping pieces of hair away.

Her mother had not been happy. Apparently they were going to meet the Argent’s next month. She wanted him to marry their oldest son, Chris. Victoria had been putting excuses for a while, but now, the moment of truth, she was fine with it. He was supposed to be handsome, stedfast, honorable. A good husband. Victoria would be lucky if Mr. Argent liked her enough to choose her as a daughter-in-law.

“I don’t know,” she answers, smiling to her friend. “I thought it was time for a change.”

“It looks good,” she says. “It makes you look older.”

“I feel older,” says Victoria, and it’s true, for some reason. “And it’s good that I look it. I have a date next month with a college kid, son of one of my mom’s friends.”

There is strong sound behind her. Peter Hale, slapping his locker close and leaving in a huff. He looks terrible, like he’s sick, but that can’t be because he’s a werewolf. They aren’t human enough to experience sickness, some think that they aren’t human enough to have feelings and Victoria happens to agree.

“What’s wrong with him?”

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