Don't Cry Mommy
Characters: Stiles, Mama Stilinski
Pairings: None
Type: Demon!Stiles AU
Summary: Mama Stilinski has a story to tell her son as she grows sicker in the hospital.
reposted from tumblr
The room is white-walled and smells sharply of disinfectants. There is a fake plant in one corner, a visitor’s bed next to it.
But Stiles finds himself in the chair next to the hospital bed where his mother lays, gaunt and exhausted. There are dark circles under her eyes, her skin sunken in to extremes. She looks nothing like the mommy who took him to the park everyday to burn off his excessive energy, kissed away booboos then covered them in band aids, or who woke up with the sun to be both ready and have his lunch packed with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the crust, the only way he will eat it.
She hasn’t been that mommy for quite a few months now ten and a half year old Stiles realizes. And while his dad explains that his mommy can’t be fixed no matter how many kisses or band aids he puts on her, there still is a box of Spiderman bandages in the bag that holds his comic books and action figures. (No Jackson, they aren’t dolls.)
He looks up and she is holding her hand out to him which he greedily grabs with both of his smaller ones.
“Listen to me, Genim,” she says in her lilting voice. The only person in the world who can get away with calling him his true name.
“Yes mommy,” he replies, quickly and obediently.
Smiling, she squeezes his hands tight. “You are very special, my darling. So special you can do things that even daddy can’t do.” Things that even daddy can’t do? But his dad was amazing, he could do anything! “Pay attention, Genim. When you were born, you were very sick. Sicker than I am!” Sicker than mommy is now? Stiles frowned, how is he okay now? Daddy told him in secret that mommy wasn’t going to be able to get better.
“But I couldn’t let anything happen to you, you are my greatest treasure. So I made a deal with Azazel, a very powerful demon. I promised him another demon if he could only make you better. And he agreed, but sadly demons are tricky creatures. They take your words and twist them if you aren’t crystal clear and mommy wasn’t.” She takes a deep breath that hitches with a half sob,
tears prickling her eyes and making them red.
“Don’t cry mommy. It will be okay.” Stiles doesn’t know what is making her so sad but he just wants it to stop! Mommy is supposed to be happy.
Petting his head with her free hand, she gives a watery smile. “Oh baby, I am so sorry. On your birthday a few years from now, the magic that made you strong when you were a baby is going to come back. And this time you are going to be a demon. I am so sorry my darling Genim.”
Frowning, Stiles kisses her cheek. “It’s okay, mom. I forgive you.”
“I’m glad you do,” she says before lying back in bed again.
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On his sixteenth birthday, Stiles wakes up groggily and stumbles towards the bathroom. Flicking on the light, he gasps and falls back from what is reflected in the mirror.
He has pitch black eyes.
Pairings: None
Type: Demon!Stiles AU
Summary: Mama Stilinski has a story to tell her son as she grows sicker in the hospital.
reposted from tumblr
The room is white-walled and smells sharply of disinfectants. There is a fake plant in one corner, a visitor’s bed next to it.
But Stiles finds himself in the chair next to the hospital bed where his mother lays, gaunt and exhausted. There are dark circles under her eyes, her skin sunken in to extremes. She looks nothing like the mommy who took him to the park everyday to burn off his excessive energy, kissed away booboos then covered them in band aids, or who woke up with the sun to be both ready and have his lunch packed with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the crust, the only way he will eat it.
She hasn’t been that mommy for quite a few months now ten and a half year old Stiles realizes. And while his dad explains that his mommy can’t be fixed no matter how many kisses or band aids he puts on her, there still is a box of Spiderman bandages in the bag that holds his comic books and action figures. (No Jackson, they aren’t dolls.)
He looks up and she is holding her hand out to him which he greedily grabs with both of his smaller ones.
“Listen to me, Genim,” she says in her lilting voice. The only person in the world who can get away with calling him his true name.
“Yes mommy,” he replies, quickly and obediently.
Smiling, she squeezes his hands tight. “You are very special, my darling. So special you can do things that even daddy can’t do.” Things that even daddy can’t do? But his dad was amazing, he could do anything! “Pay attention, Genim. When you were born, you were very sick. Sicker than I am!” Sicker than mommy is now? Stiles frowned, how is he okay now? Daddy told him in secret that mommy wasn’t going to be able to get better.
“But I couldn’t let anything happen to you, you are my greatest treasure. So I made a deal with Azazel, a very powerful demon. I promised him another demon if he could only make you better. And he agreed, but sadly demons are tricky creatures. They take your words and twist them if you aren’t crystal clear and mommy wasn’t.” She takes a deep breath that hitches with a half sob,
tears prickling her eyes and making them red.
“Don’t cry mommy. It will be okay.” Stiles doesn’t know what is making her so sad but he just wants it to stop! Mommy is supposed to be happy.
Petting his head with her free hand, she gives a watery smile. “Oh baby, I am so sorry. On your birthday a few years from now, the magic that made you strong when you were a baby is going to come back. And this time you are going to be a demon. I am so sorry my darling Genim.”
Frowning, Stiles kisses her cheek. “It’s okay, mom. I forgive you.”
“I’m glad you do,” she says before lying back in bed again.
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On his sixteenth birthday, Stiles wakes up groggily and stumbles towards the bathroom. Flicking on the light, he gasps and falls back from what is reflected in the mirror.
He has pitch black eyes.