Guys the Chris Argent School for Werewolves Who Can’t Werewolf Good is real.
- I want “A day in the life of Chris Argent” in which he does all manner of mundane things in a VERY THREATENING MANNER. Laundry. Dishes. Cooking. Window. Vacuuming. Knitting. Painting. Gardening. Baking. Sleeping. Watching TV.
- chris woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring an obnoxious pop song. he glared at it, but no avail. in the end, he was forced to shoot it, as per The Code.
- Chris had teen angst because he grew up in a household of hunters that don’t love The Code as much as he does. No one understands his bond with The Code. For him The Code is widely under-appreciated.
- chris transcribed The Code into a book so that he could cradle it lovingly late at night
- Chris just wants to love the Code like he was never loved, okay.
- every time someone talks bad about The Code, he makes sure to whisper it’s okay, you always have me to it soothingly
- For one of their anniversaries, Victoria made him pillow cases with The Code on them in needlepoint so that he could embrace it each night. When they have sex, he sometimes calls her “The Code.” She likes it.
- she did, however, put her foot down about naming their daughter The Code
- They compromised. Allison C. Argent. They told her the C was just because she had two grandmothers fighting for middle name rights. No one has told her it actually stands for Code.
- he’s definitely aiming for a grandchild named Code tho. allison is Not Having It
- When Chris needs to intimidate someone (actually make them really scared), he calls Victoria. When Victoria needs muscle, she makes him loom in the background and promise not to talk.
- ‘and swear sunglasses’ — ‘victoria, it’s night’ — ‘honey, you can’t glare to save your life. you have the eyes of an emotionally stunted puppy. wear the glasses’
- Chris has compiled a list of “Code” in other languages in hope of finding a version that Allison would find acceptable for a child’s name.
- italian is his favorite so far
- The reason Chris likes Scott is because Scott is the first person to find Chris genuinely scary. He needs the ego boost.
- he goes home to The Code and confesses that he might have bent the rules a little to do it, but. c’mon. first time in a lifetime
- Stiles baked him “The Code” cookies as a peace offering. (Think Rachel’s “I’m Sorry” cookies)
- he celebrates the ratifying of The Code with cake
- He addresses all of his journal entries as “Dear Code.”
- He took pictures of the first time he got “Code” in his alphabet soup. Then he cried because he viewed it as the Code reaching out to him.
this is a fic that i started working on because of saucery’s chris/stiles slave au fic and it’s stayed on the back burner for a while because life is hard.
This year, Chris’ class holds a staggering seventy-two students — split evenly between males and females — and most of them pay rapt attention to his lectures and demonstrations. There are practice sessions where the students play together in order to divest them of any sense of personal space, getting them used to kissing and touching and pleasuring another person. These sessions are as close to public as they can be — with floor to ceiling windows along one wall so that passersby can watch if it pleases them. It makes the first few lessons stilted and uncomfortable. Chris sympathizes, but it’s a stark reminder that they’re each going to have to become accustomed to being seen in whatever state that might please their future masters, even if it means being naked and aroused — especially if it means that.
It takes a couple months before any of them start to stand out, before Chris’ notations in their files start veering toward the finer behavioral details. He notes which of them is showing a particular talent for oral sex, who can dance the best, who can withstand the most stimulation before achieving orgasm, and who has an aptitude for grooming techniques. He notes also any disciplinary concerns, of which there is only one so far: Stiles Stilinski.
Stiles’ file mentions his parents briefly — both deceased — and an incredibly short list of mastered talents, relative to his classmates. He shows a high IQ though (rivaled only by that of Lydia Martin, whose stunning looks, IQ, and obsessive need to be the best have put her at the top of Chris’ class) and a strong recommendation letter from Dr. Deaton, which is a damn near impossibility. The letter itself refers to Stiles as a jack of all trades type — quick thinker, adaptable, competent in conversing in many topics, and moderately physical.
Clever, is how Deaton boasts of Stiles. Funny how Deaton fails to mention manipulative.