#dargent

[lgraewrites]

Trying to get back into writing more one shots. Requests are open for my Howl at the Moon collection. Feel free to submit a request/prompt, and I'll do my best to fulfill it.

[oldschoolfrp]

Dargent the silver dragon and Silvart the Kagonesti elf (Diana Magnuson, AD&D Dragonlance module DL9: Dragons of Deceit by Douglas Niles, TSR, 1985)

[detournementsmineurs]

Première image simulée d'un trou noir élaborée par l'astrophysicien Jean-Pierre Luminet (1978) montrée dans “OVNI(s) (Saison 2)” série créée par Clémence Dargent et Martin Douaire et réalisée par Antony Cordier, décembre 2022.

[moths-in-hats]

Je t'épouse

Written for @teenwolfrarepairevents Day 4: Season 3 - Married in a Hurry

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“What do you mean we have to get married?”

Chris hadn’t stopped frowning since he’d suggested the idea. “It’s hunter law.”

“Why does hunter law mean we have to get married?” Derek asked.

“Marriage gives you immunity. If we’re going to be going to a hunter council, you’re going to need immunity.”

“Immunity? What happened to ‘We hunt those who hunt us’?”

“Some hunters take a more… laissez-faire approach to the code. But it’s not about that. Only hunters are welcome at hunter councils - you’d be executed for trespassing.”

Derek considered this. He might not have always made the right decisions but he did have a pragmatism learned from years of fighting for survival. He knew they needed whatever help they could get, he knew the teens were dealing with a dark force beyond their control, he knew Chris cared for them (it was one of Derek’s favourite qualities about him), knew that Chris would go alone if Derek didn’t agree, and knew that was dangerous. “Okay,” Derek agreed. “Let’s get married."

The plan had first been discussed two days ago. It was Argent's idea. Noshiko might have lots of information on nogitsunes but one thing she didn't know was how to trap one. Argent didn't either but there was an annual hunter council coming up and he knew one of the clans had experience with kitsunes. Not nogitsunes specifically but at this point they needed all the help they could get.

The only thing was after the recent near-death experiences — Scott, Ethan and Boyd trying to kill themselves and Derek trying to kill Argent — the pack, even the adults, had developed a buddy system of sorts. No one was supposed to go anyway alone if it could be avoided and that included exclusive hunter conferences. Derek, of course, had been the first to volunteer. It seemed the hunter and the wolf were always together these days, an interesting development considering the start of their relationship.

With Derek's consent, the only thing left was to plan and execute a wedding in the week before the conference.

"Does hunter law say anything about how we get married?" Derek asked.

Chris nodded and began explaining.

The wedding was held two days later, an appropriately quiet affair given the situation. Allison was there, wearing a sweet blue dress and whispering something in her father's ear that made him shoot daggers at her. Deaton officiated because of course the druid was qualified to officiate weddings. They got through most of the ceremony without issue and then Allison brought forward the rings. Chris took one of them and made eye contact with Derek. He slipped the ring onto Derek's thumb. "In nomine Patris," He murmured and then moved the ring to Derek's index finger. "Et filii." And then Derek's middle finger. "Et Spiritus Sancti." And finally Derek's ring finger. "Je t'épouse." When he finished, he gave Derek a small smile and Derek knew it was his turn.

He took the other ring and repeated the ritual with Chris' fingers, doing his best not to tremble as their hands brushed. He kept his eyes on Chris' hand, unable to face looking the other man in the eye while he did this. Derek had been practising his words in the mirror all morning and it paid off. "Je t'épouse," He finished and only then did he meet Chris' eyes.

Deaton cleared his throat. Derek had nearly forgotten he was even there, less than a foot away from them. "I now pronounce you married," Deaton announced.

Chris broke out into a proper smile, almost uncharacteristic in its warmth. Derek smiled back reflexively.

This is going to be a long week, He thought to himself.

[whimsicalmeerkat]

Amnesia Chris fic pls 👀

Make Me Write

“Shut up, Stiles,” Derek snapped. It sounded like something he’d said frequently.

“Stiles is an even more terrible name than Argent,” Chris said, eyeing the boy.

The kid with the fluffy hair furrowed his brows in a way that made him look like a shar pei puppy. The suspicious one just shrugged. At least he’d stopped laughing.

“It’s better than the alternative.” He turned his attention to Derek. “So we’re thinking amnesia then.”

[postcard-from-the-past]

L'Etoile-d'Argent Hotel in Lacanau-Océan, Guyenne region of France

French vintage postcard, mailed in 1937 to Draveil

[scerek]

I think Chris Argent likes to wear sexy pink panties to tease Derek. I think Chris would look great in a tight pair of panties, the butt hair sticking out of Chris's panties would drive Derek insane.

And Chris rocking his hips back and forth. Derek would just be sitting across the room, trying to concentrate on his research and Chris will pretend like he's also doing research but he really just desperately wants Derek to fuck him over the table in his loft.

[shealynn88]

Fandom: Teen Wolf Rating: M Word Count: 2000 Pairing: Derek Hale/Chris Argent Tags: light BDSM, sweet Derek Hale, angry & messed up Chris Argent, kissing, no sex, hopeful ending A/N: Another WIP wrap-up fic. This project has been so awesome. There's still more to come, it's like a bottomless hole out there! Summary: Chris gets drunk, Derek gets him home and then stays. Excerpt:

Derek’s eyes run over his face, flickering from one eye to the other, down to his mouth, trailing up the lines of his scowl. Derek doesn’t look angry. A rarity, and somehow even more infuriating.

“I��m not your fucking charity case,” Chris says, and he grips Derek’s jaw in one hand, pressing in too hard against Derek’s teeth. Half hoping Derek will fight back, just to give him something to do, something to fight, something that isn’t this empty house. Something that can actually be beaten.

Something that isn’t his own heart.

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[mythical-art]

Les Lavandieres de la Nuit (The Washerwomen of the Night) c.1861 by Jean Edouard Dargent

[bipizzapringle]

first base is wound tending second base is hand touching

[weirdlookindog]

Jean Edouard Dargent (1824-1899) - Les Lavandières de la nuit (The Washerwomen of the Night), c. 1861

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Yan' Dargent - The Washerwomen of the Night, 1861.

[detournementsmineurs]

Melvil Poupaud, Alice Taglioni et Daphné Patakia dans “OVNI(s) (Saison 2)” série créée par Clémence Dargent et Martin Douaire et réalisée par Antony Cordier, décembre 2022.

[enchantedbook]

'Horse as Big as an Elephant', Artist : Yan Dargent from the book : Contes Bleus, 1864

[whimsicalmeerkat]

give me some "Chris has amnesia"!!!

Here you go! Thanks for the ask!

Make Me Write

“If we’re lucky, it’s just head trauma, but you guys were out here looking into what’s causing the latest round of people losing time. It could be fae,” Stiles said, grimacing over the last sentence.

The puppy-like kid groaned and Derek swore.

“I hate it when it’s the fae,” he says.

“I know, big guy. We all hate it when it’s the fae. Are we thinking it was an attack or an attempt to teach him a lesson?”

[pierppasolini]

Requiem pour un Vampire (1971) // dir. Jean Rollin