[hc_bingo] Round 4 - Prompt: Trust issues (Fic) - Teen Wolf
Title: Silver is just another metal.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: Trust Issues
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 988
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Mentions of canonical deaths, violence and family issues.
Summary: Chris Argent is left broken after his family drops to only two members.
His wife is dead, through the blade he shoved in her chest. His sister is dead, Peter killed her while he was there, just outside. Gerard should be dead because of Scott’s plot, but without a body Chris can believe in his father’s dead. It’s just him and Allison in the large house, lies and crimes opening a chasm between them while summer advances.
The Argent name was constructed on killings, thousands of wild wolves put to death under a code; Kate broke the code, Gerard too, Allison breached it, Victoria tried and Chris, watched them, eyes in pain, steeled and hiding, waiting for disgrace to fall on them. It came, death harvesting all of them and he was left to grieve and suffer, not strong enough to save them or kill them himself.
He let teenagers take care of monsters, Kate and Gerard were as much, and his nights are filled with screams, from wolves he killed, of his family ancestors raging his betrayal and Vickys disgust if she was alive to see him align with werewolves. Allison’s tears fall to his chest as acid and he can see clearly the silver melting, corroding.
Everything made in each others backs, pretending to smile, pretending to obey. He did it with his father, Allison did it with him. Kate was the biggest lying bitch in history and more than one time he feels equal measures happy and disgusted with himself to see her death. In his family, no one trust no one: your father may kill you, your daughter will go round with werewolves, your wife will try to kill your daughter's boyfriend, your sister will lie and break the code, you will betray them all for what is left of your conscious. Silver is a cold metal, Argents have colder hearts.
When the house becomes too much, ghosts making him jump at the smallest sounds, he leaves the house, and the city becomes the ground to which he lets his boots beat, until his body is exhausted and his mind less full. Once or twice he sees the Sheriff, at his car doing rounds or talking to a citizen or drinking coffee at one or another place; he can feel the warm eyes mirroring his own losses. He knows it’s not the same, John only lost his wife, he didn’t lose, a father, a sister, a profession and a entire set of believes that accompanied him all his life.
So Chris moves faster, tries to escape, turn and disappear from the man’s sight, it works for two weeks, until he is distracted and goes face full on John’s chest, his arms being held to steady him and the cheap cologne flowing through his nostrils. He thanks the man and turns to leave when a hand holds his shoulder and makes him stop.
“Let’s take a cup before you or I end up bumping into another innocent passer-by.” His voice is gentle, but commanding and Chris body screams he should not let anyone guide him, command him like his father did, like Victoria and Kate tried.
“Maybe another time.” Chris voice comes gruff and he isn’t surprised to be lead by John’s hand in his elbow.
“It will be quick and you look like you need, no small talk, I promise.” John does as promised and Chris almost asks him how can he be so quiet with a son like Stiles, but he bites his lips before the question drops and turns to look at the street.
They finish the coffee in silence and part at the sidewalk in front of the dinner. It becomes a regular thing and Chris wants to scream, he should not let John get closer, “it won’t end well”, his mind supplies, but he keeps going back. When John kisses his mouth good night after a late coffee, Chris stops leaving the house.
He can’t have anyone erase Victoria, he can’t let anyone push him to do things he doesn’t want, he can’t live telling lies about what he does, or did. John doesn’t let go, of course he doesn’t, Stiles probably pulls his stubbornness from his dad. Chris pretends not to be home when he comes by, he hides, goes to walk a night at the woods (which is absolutely reckless, but he doesn’t care) to avoid him and disconnects his cell phone and home phone in the hopes to be left alone. He won’t let anyone get close, he has to get together and take care of Allison, there isn’t space for no one.
John breaks the door with deputies pouring into the house one day, he explains Allison someone gave an anonymous tip telling they have unregistered guns. It’s a lie and Chris’ blood boils. Once the other policeman leave and only John is still there, Allison sent to pass the night with Lydia as not to disturb the investigation, Chris punches John on the face and cradles his hurt fingers.
“I deserved that, but I was just worried. Stiles is starting to rub onto me.” It’s not an apology, and Chris thinks he deserves one, but for now he will wait to see what else will the man say. “When Raven died I felt lost, I still do, specially with what I should do with Stiles. I didn’t want you to be alone, even if, you got disgusted with what I did.” Disgust isn’t the word, but Chris doesn’t say a word, just drops to the sofa and closes his eyes.
He feels John sitting beside him and he huffs annoyed, Stiles definitely gets stubbornness from his dad. Chris doesn’t know where this is doing, he will still fight it off, but right now with the bourbon making him sleepy, his hand hurting and John’s warmth against he will let it out, perhaps John can be around.
Trust is gained they say, and John is no Gerard or Kate.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: Trust Issues
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 988
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Mentions of canonical deaths, violence and family issues.
Summary: Chris Argent is left broken after his family drops to only two members.
His wife is dead, through the blade he shoved in her chest. His sister is dead, Peter killed her while he was there, just outside. Gerard should be dead because of Scott’s plot, but without a body Chris can believe in his father’s dead. It’s just him and Allison in the large house, lies and crimes opening a chasm between them while summer advances.
The Argent name was constructed on killings, thousands of wild wolves put to death under a code; Kate broke the code, Gerard too, Allison breached it, Victoria tried and Chris, watched them, eyes in pain, steeled and hiding, waiting for disgrace to fall on them. It came, death harvesting all of them and he was left to grieve and suffer, not strong enough to save them or kill them himself.
He let teenagers take care of monsters, Kate and Gerard were as much, and his nights are filled with screams, from wolves he killed, of his family ancestors raging his betrayal and Vickys disgust if she was alive to see him align with werewolves. Allison’s tears fall to his chest as acid and he can see clearly the silver melting, corroding.
Everything made in each others backs, pretending to smile, pretending to obey. He did it with his father, Allison did it with him. Kate was the biggest lying bitch in history and more than one time he feels equal measures happy and disgusted with himself to see her death. In his family, no one trust no one: your father may kill you, your daughter will go round with werewolves, your wife will try to kill your daughter's boyfriend, your sister will lie and break the code, you will betray them all for what is left of your conscious. Silver is a cold metal, Argents have colder hearts.
When the house becomes too much, ghosts making him jump at the smallest sounds, he leaves the house, and the city becomes the ground to which he lets his boots beat, until his body is exhausted and his mind less full. Once or twice he sees the Sheriff, at his car doing rounds or talking to a citizen or drinking coffee at one or another place; he can feel the warm eyes mirroring his own losses. He knows it’s not the same, John only lost his wife, he didn’t lose, a father, a sister, a profession and a entire set of believes that accompanied him all his life.
So Chris moves faster, tries to escape, turn and disappear from the man’s sight, it works for two weeks, until he is distracted and goes face full on John’s chest, his arms being held to steady him and the cheap cologne flowing through his nostrils. He thanks the man and turns to leave when a hand holds his shoulder and makes him stop.
“Let’s take a cup before you or I end up bumping into another innocent passer-by.” His voice is gentle, but commanding and Chris body screams he should not let anyone guide him, command him like his father did, like Victoria and Kate tried.
“Maybe another time.” Chris voice comes gruff and he isn’t surprised to be lead by John’s hand in his elbow.
“It will be quick and you look like you need, no small talk, I promise.” John does as promised and Chris almost asks him how can he be so quiet with a son like Stiles, but he bites his lips before the question drops and turns to look at the street.
They finish the coffee in silence and part at the sidewalk in front of the dinner. It becomes a regular thing and Chris wants to scream, he should not let John get closer, “it won’t end well”, his mind supplies, but he keeps going back. When John kisses his mouth good night after a late coffee, Chris stops leaving the house.
He can’t have anyone erase Victoria, he can’t let anyone push him to do things he doesn’t want, he can’t live telling lies about what he does, or did. John doesn’t let go, of course he doesn’t, Stiles probably pulls his stubbornness from his dad. Chris pretends not to be home when he comes by, he hides, goes to walk a night at the woods (which is absolutely reckless, but he doesn’t care) to avoid him and disconnects his cell phone and home phone in the hopes to be left alone. He won’t let anyone get close, he has to get together and take care of Allison, there isn’t space for no one.
John breaks the door with deputies pouring into the house one day, he explains Allison someone gave an anonymous tip telling they have unregistered guns. It’s a lie and Chris’ blood boils. Once the other policeman leave and only John is still there, Allison sent to pass the night with Lydia as not to disturb the investigation, Chris punches John on the face and cradles his hurt fingers.
“I deserved that, but I was just worried. Stiles is starting to rub onto me.” It’s not an apology, and Chris thinks he deserves one, but for now he will wait to see what else will the man say. “When Raven died I felt lost, I still do, specially with what I should do with Stiles. I didn’t want you to be alone, even if, you got disgusted with what I did.” Disgust isn’t the word, but Chris doesn’t say a word, just drops to the sofa and closes his eyes.
He feels John sitting beside him and he huffs annoyed, Stiles definitely gets stubbornness from his dad. Chris doesn’t know where this is doing, he will still fight it off, but right now with the bourbon making him sleepy, his hand hurting and John’s warmth against he will let it out, perhaps John can be around.
Trust is gained they say, and John is no Gerard or Kate.