Steter One-Shots

Mine

This was a request from a while ago.
Request from WitchOfTheOriginals
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Stiles pov
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"Scott come on, we're going to be late!" I half yelled up the stairs of his house waiting at the front door.

He came around the corner from the top of the stairs, covering his ears. "Ow, don't yell. Superhearing remember." He says pointing to his ears before walking down the wooden stairs wearing a dark blue T-shirt, jeans and black tennis shoes. "Well I wouldn't have to yell, if you'd get your ass moving." I huffed opening the door, walking out with Scott laughing.

~~~~~Driving TimeSkip~~~~~~~

I parked at the old burnt Hale house.  Seeing Derek and Isaac training in the clearing. The creeper wolf, Peter, stands close by watching with his arms crossed. I turn my jeep off and we get out. Scott heads over to the guys while I lean against the jeep. He stops in his tracks and turns around. "Stiles come tain with us, it'll be fun!" Scott calls out toward me gaining the attention of the other werewolves. "Human vs. Werewolf. Yeah that's not happening," I pointed out "not again." I whisper looking down, grazing my fingers over the scars on my neck. Not wanting to feel the same pain after the last time....

*Flashback*

Running down the schools hallway desperately trying to get away. I hear a screech of claws scraping against the medal lockers, close behind. I turn a corner just to be thrown back by a strong force of a man, into the lockers with a bang! 'Fuck, my back' I thought as I try to get up, only to have a wolfed out man with blue glowing eyes lift me off the ground by my throat. His claws sink into my flesh, I cry out in pain trying to pry off his hand. Barely able to breathe. He similes and throws me down the hallway with my back sliding against the floor. Coughing, I try to catch my breath as air filled my lungs. The pissed off men come over to my body, one kicked my sides making me cry out feeling my ribs break. The other punched me in the face resulting with me spitting out blood. The blue eyed werewolf threw me into a wall. I pass out on impact just to wake up to blinding lights of hell (the hospital).

*End of Flashback*

"Stiles," I shake my head from my thoughts looking up at a protective Derek, now standing a few feet from me. "I know what your thinking and it's not going to happen again. We'll protect you." Derek says almost like a promise. I give a half simile knowing he means it. "Anyways, we can't have the hot one hurt, now do we?" He asks with a grin plastered on his lips, he walks closer only to stop with our bodies inches apart. He places his hands gently on my hips as he leans down to my ear, his hot breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine. I stand there in a daze, not knowing how to react.  He whispers "Your so damn intoxicating." His lips gaze my ear then his body heat replaced with the a cold breeze.

I shake my head out of the daze and thought 'What the hell?' I foused my vision to see Derek on his back in the middle of the clearing. Peter whom threw him stood between us, pissed off, claws extended and fangs out. Derek groaned and leaned on his elbow for support. "What the hell was that for?" He yelled at his Uncle. "You know exactly why." Peter growled out. Derek gets up and brushes himself off. He replies with "What it's not like he's marked...yet anyways." He looks passed the older wolf, similes and winks at me. Making me blush only to get Peter more pissed off then he already was.

Meanwhile Scott and Isaac were sitting on the wood steps of the old burned Hale house porch. As I assume having a deep conversation not acknowledging the fact the two Hales started fighting.

3rd person pov
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Peter claws Derek's chest open making him stumble back. "He's mine!" Peter shouts. A deep growl erupted from both wolves.  Derek cracks his neck to the side while his white normal teeth grows into his infamous werewolf fangs. Claws extended ready to fight. "Yeah, I don't think so." They lunge at one another. Clawing, blocking, punching and then unexpectedly with enough space between the two hostile wolves.

Stiles runs out between them, "Stop this, right now! This fight has gone on long enough!" Stiles spoke out with confidence looking back and forth between the angry, heavy breathing wolves. His hands firmly planted on both wolves chests, while their shirts were stained with blood and shredded. Stopping them from attacking eachother once more. With the humans sudden touch it slowy calmed the men before him, getting them to shift back to their human selves. Derek looks down at the sarcastic smartass boy that he fell for, locking eyes. "Derek please no more." Stiles spoke softly, the wolf huffs and backs away in defeat.

Stiles drops his one hand and faces completely towards Peter. "Now Peter, what was that?" Stiles questioned his voice laced with concern. His hand still on the mans buff chest. The older male looks down at the one he cares for most, and his features soften. "I'll explain" He takes Stiles' hand from his chest in his. "follow me." Peter says with hesitation. The boy nods in reply, Peter leads him hand in hand into the woods.