Sterek One Shots

Hexed

Derek is hexed by a witch that makes him lose control around his mate. He hears the witch chant something but doesn't feel any different; that is until Stiles is walking toward him. Derek quickly feels himself losing control as they grow closer, his wolf wanting to take control and rip apart anything moving. He drops to his knees to fight the urge, digging the claws popping out into his own palm.

"Stop him! Don't let him come any closer!" Derek growls, hanging his head as his eyes flicker to red. He groans and clenches his jaw, slamming his fist into the cement for a distraction.

Issac grabs Stiles and starts dragging him in the other direction while Scott runs to Derek. Stiles struggles against Issac, attempting to break free and check on Derek, make sure he's okay.

"Issac, let me go!" Stiles demands, forcing his body weight forward to throw the beta off balance. It doesn't work.

Meanwhile, Scott helps Derek up off the ground and glances behind him at his fading best friend. "I need to get away from him," Derek huffs out, concealing a growl. Scott has to practically pull his alpha in the other direction until he starts to walk on his own and willingly move away from Stiles.

"What is this? What's happening to you?" Scott questions. Derek sends him an impatient look. "The witch. She did something. The closer Stiles got, the less control I had," he explains. "What? Why would—"

"Call Stiles, I need to talk to him," Derek interrupts, he doesn't have any other answers so not letting Scott ask them is Derek's goal. Scott looks like he's going to object, but he sighs and pulls his phone out with his free hand.

"Scott? Where's Derek? Is he alright? What the hell happened back there?"

"He's right here. I'll let him explain," Scott says and puts his phone on speaker. "Derek?"

"Stiles," Derek breaths. "Thank god," Stiles mumbles to himself in relief. "Listen, you have to stay away from me. The witch must have hexed me. If you get too close I lose control, I could hurt you."

"That bitch!" Stiles exclaims through the line, "Tonight was supposed to be our night. We had a plan."

"I know," Derek sighs, "I'm sorry." He grunts and screws his eyes shut, Stiles is nowhere near him and it's still taking effect. "I think your voice triggers the spell too, Stiles. I–I can't keep this up. I love you."

"I love you too," Stiles frowns, and his phone beeps to signal the call has ended.

Scott slides his phone back into his pocket, sending a worried glance over to Derek. "Are you alright now?"

"Yeah," he exhales and stands up straight, "Besides the fact that I can't see or hear Stiles until we figure this out."

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"Woah, what's going on?" Issac inquires as he rushes to his alphas side, who has a pained expression on his face. "It-it's getting stronger. It's like I'm being pulled toward Stiles," Derek grunts, trying his damndest not to give in, to fight the urge even though the only thing he wants is to be with Stiles.

"Issac," Derek pants, clutching the wall beside him. "Yeah?"

"I think you're gonna have to chain me up," he looks up with glowing red eyes. Issac flinches backwards and nods, nearly tripping over himself to run to the chains.

Jackson and Boyd show up awhile later with Scott hot on their trail. "Were you expecting someone else?" Jackson chuckles, glancing around the loft. Derek looks up with just his eyes to glare at the beta. "Yeah, he's not really in the joking mood," Issac announces, emerging from a different room. "Is he ever?" Boys asks with his arms folded across his chest.