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[December 11th] [Teen Wolf] Doomed
Title: Doomed
Day/Prompt: 11.Get your epitaph right
Series: Teen Wolf
Character: Stiles, demon!Stiles
Rating: PG-13
It hurts. What happened in his kitchen. Everything. But the pain which the demon makes him feel, forces him to feel, the reason of it, the knowing that there will be no going back now, that even if the demon wouldn't be... Even that doesn't scare Stiles as much as the image of his dad lying on the floor, sprawled there and the blood, the feel of his dad's blood on his fingers, the anguish in his dad's voice when his dad had looked at him, after... It broke Stiles.
Because Stiles knew that there was no going back to what had been before. The demon had destroyed that. Had taken away what he'd had with his dad. Had taken away trust, had trampled on the relationship he and his dad had. Because Stiles knew that his dad would never be able to look at him the same way that he had before, would never be able to not remember that it had been his son's hands around the knife, that it had been his son who had stabbed him, leaned close and stabbed him and left him bleeding on their kitchen floor.
His dad would remember that, even if Stiles knew that his dad had known that it hadn't been him, just someone else making his son's body move and do what couldn't be unmade, what had broken something between Stiles and his dad that could never be rebuilt. That could never be entirely fixed. Because no amount of drinking could erase that memory from his dad's head. No words of explanation could ever repair the damage the demon had inflicted while wearing Stiles' body, forcing him to watch while it hurt his dad, both physically and mentally.
And Stiles ached because he was pretty sure that he wouldn't be there to see his dad get through it.
Not because Stiles thought that his dad would die of the wound which had been made with a slow agonizing death in mind. No, his dad would survive it. He had to. Stiles had to believe it. It had to be his focus because if it wasn't then the demon would have won. It already has, when it stabbed Stiles in it's fury, but maybe that was Stiles' win because the demon can't leave him now to live with the remains of what used to be his life.
For the moment the demon leaves his body behind, Stiles will die.
He will bleed to death and there will be no saving him, not even if the demon decided to dump him in a hospital when it slithered out. Stiles knows it because the demon knows it. Can feel it rattling in his head, triumphant and aggravated all in one go. Sure, the demon will make Stiles suffer before it goes, before it leaves behind his body that has no chance of being whole after it does, it'll make him suffer and destroy everything Stiles loves.
Stiles is already dead and the demon is just making his body walk, keeping his self tethered to his body when it would normally be gone. If the demon wasn't still inside, fucking with him, Stiles would be just a cold lifeless corpse. Instead of that, though, the demon is making his body work even when it's broken, keeping it moving, on the brink, keeping it alive, arresting the wound from bleeding.
The demon runs his body through the town and into the preserve, into Hale territory. Of course. It wants to fuck with Derek too, and not the normal sexy fucking although... and that makes Stiles sick. Because there are some very vivid images in his mind now, things that the demon wants to do to Derek. Things it wants to take from Derek. Dignity. Trust. Self-worth. It wants to trample boundaries, violate Derek. Make Derek hate him, look at him and hate him. Make Stiles watch. Those thoughts swirl from the demon to Stiles and replace those of his dad, even when Stiles thinks that it's impossible that the demon could even do them, because Derek is stronger than him. Always has been.
But even if Stiles is already dead, even when his name is as good as hacked into stone, Stiles will not go down without a fight. He'll take the demon with him if he can. It laughs at that, because it knows that he can't but Stiles swears he'll find a way to do just that, because it's all he can do, the last thing he'll try to do before he dies. Then, just then, when the demon and Stiles are standing on the edge of the preserve where the ground suddenly turns into a cliff and looks down at Beacon Hills, Stiles hears the last voice which he wants to hear now.
“Stiles?”
Day/Prompt: 11.Get your epitaph right
Series: Teen Wolf
Character: Stiles, demon!Stiles
Rating: PG-13
It hurts. What happened in his kitchen. Everything. But the pain which the demon makes him feel, forces him to feel, the reason of it, the knowing that there will be no going back now, that even if the demon wouldn't be... Even that doesn't scare Stiles as much as the image of his dad lying on the floor, sprawled there and the blood, the feel of his dad's blood on his fingers, the anguish in his dad's voice when his dad had looked at him, after... It broke Stiles.
Because Stiles knew that there was no going back to what had been before. The demon had destroyed that. Had taken away what he'd had with his dad. Had taken away trust, had trampled on the relationship he and his dad had. Because Stiles knew that his dad would never be able to look at him the same way that he had before, would never be able to not remember that it had been his son's hands around the knife, that it had been his son who had stabbed him, leaned close and stabbed him and left him bleeding on their kitchen floor.
His dad would remember that, even if Stiles knew that his dad had known that it hadn't been him, just someone else making his son's body move and do what couldn't be unmade, what had broken something between Stiles and his dad that could never be rebuilt. That could never be entirely fixed. Because no amount of drinking could erase that memory from his dad's head. No words of explanation could ever repair the damage the demon had inflicted while wearing Stiles' body, forcing him to watch while it hurt his dad, both physically and mentally.
And Stiles ached because he was pretty sure that he wouldn't be there to see his dad get through it.
Not because Stiles thought that his dad would die of the wound which had been made with a slow agonizing death in mind. No, his dad would survive it. He had to. Stiles had to believe it. It had to be his focus because if it wasn't then the demon would have won. It already has, when it stabbed Stiles in it's fury, but maybe that was Stiles' win because the demon can't leave him now to live with the remains of what used to be his life.
For the moment the demon leaves his body behind, Stiles will die.
He will bleed to death and there will be no saving him, not even if the demon decided to dump him in a hospital when it slithered out. Stiles knows it because the demon knows it. Can feel it rattling in his head, triumphant and aggravated all in one go. Sure, the demon will make Stiles suffer before it goes, before it leaves behind his body that has no chance of being whole after it does, it'll make him suffer and destroy everything Stiles loves.
Stiles is already dead and the demon is just making his body walk, keeping his self tethered to his body when it would normally be gone. If the demon wasn't still inside, fucking with him, Stiles would be just a cold lifeless corpse. Instead of that, though, the demon is making his body work even when it's broken, keeping it moving, on the brink, keeping it alive, arresting the wound from bleeding.
The demon runs his body through the town and into the preserve, into Hale territory. Of course. It wants to fuck with Derek too, and not the normal sexy fucking although... and that makes Stiles sick. Because there are some very vivid images in his mind now, things that the demon wants to do to Derek. Things it wants to take from Derek. Dignity. Trust. Self-worth. It wants to trample boundaries, violate Derek. Make Derek hate him, look at him and hate him. Make Stiles watch. Those thoughts swirl from the demon to Stiles and replace those of his dad, even when Stiles thinks that it's impossible that the demon could even do them, because Derek is stronger than him. Always has been.
But even if Stiles is already dead, even when his name is as good as hacked into stone, Stiles will not go down without a fight. He'll take the demon with him if he can. It laughs at that, because it knows that he can't but Stiles swears he'll find a way to do just that, because it's all he can do, the last thing he'll try to do before he dies. Then, just then, when the demon and Stiles are standing on the edge of the preserve where the ground suddenly turns into a cliff and looks down at Beacon Hills, Stiles hears the last voice which he wants to hear now.
“Stiles?”