Hey guys I was feeling teen wolfish and decided to write this based off my OC Blaise in my fanfic Hellfire.

it is and also isn't connected to the fanfic story meaning that you can enjoy it as its own little story.

Enjoy!


Summary: In which Stiles reminds Blaise that she is his and doesn't mind getting hurt to protect her…


"Did you see her today, Scott?"

"Yeah, I saw her."

"Did you see the dress she was wearing? It was the one I got her for her birthday." Stiles boasted his chest tingled with pride.

Stiles had recently been mated to a Kitsune…

And although that didn't sound so much as his bestfriend was also dating a Kitsune, Blaise was different.

She was Kitsune demon not like Kira who merely had a fox spirt to help her. No; Blaise was the fox in all intents and purposes.

He was as shocked as she was to find out the news and for the entire two months that while they were unaware, they were seemingly already official in the supernatural world.

Blaise had yet to even acknowledge him, and when she did it was with a glare and a smile that was all fangs. Stiles knew she was less than enthused to be mated to him, she had told him already, he was weak, he was human. He knew she preferred someone, anyone other than him, she had even openly stated that she would prefer to mate Derek Hale.

Heat flared in his mind at the thought of Blaise and Derek together.

Yes they would have made a deadly pairing they were both scary, powerful and came from wealthy families. They were also both pureblooded supernatural being; their families shared history and Blaise and Derek were even intimate with each other at some point.

Stiles shook his thoughts mentally, yes they had been together but they weren't anymore, no reason for it to cause the anger that it did in him…maybe that was a side effect of being bonded to her. She was a fire Kitsune.

Stiles snapped back to the now.

Blaise.

She was wearing his dress and that's what mattered. That fact that she actually wore the dress he bought her was something to be proud of. That meant he was making progress with her…right?

Scott shut his locker in the boys' changing rooms, and turned to look at his best friend. "Yeah, Stiles, you've only told me about that like 20 times today."

"I'm sorry, I'm just…" Stiles trailed off not really knowing how to describe how he felt. Stiles liked and loathed the demoness all at the same time but with her indifference mask it was hard to tell what she felt about him without him actually asking her…and stiles wasn't about the just walk up to her and ask her…she was very intimating even though she was only 5'3.

"Lydia told me she really liked the dress, and Blaise is actually wearing it today to school. If a girl wears your gift to school, that must mean something, right?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask her yourself?" The Alpha asked. "I mean, she's clearly crazy about you too, or else you two wouldn't be mated right?"

"Do you really think so? I mean it's not like either of us were givin a choice in the matter, we were kinda just thrown on each other." Stiles said with a frown before his eyes lit up and he looked at Scott. "But like, does her heartbeat speed up when she's around me? Does she get nervous? You must notice these kinds of things."

"I haven't really ever paid attention to that…besides she's a demoness, she can cover her scent if she wanted too." Scott said as he slipped into his lacrosse jersey. "You better get changed before Finstock comes in and yells at you again."

"Right, I forgot." Stiles opened his locker and threw on his jersey. "Lydia told me Blaise was going to stay after to watch practice, Scott. She's gonna be in the stands!"

He turned to face the rest of the locker room and yelled, "Hey, did anyone see Blaise in the bleachers before they came in here?!"

"Blaise Balgair?" One of the other members of the lacrosse team Justin, walked up to him. "Yeah, she was out there."

"She was looking really hot, too." Another boy, Kevin, joined the conversation. "She wasn't facing me, but I saw her ass and man; gotdamn... She was wearing a super short dress, nearly gave me a boner then and there."

"I know, bro, she's smoking hot. I wouldn't mind putting out her fire..." Justin continued to laugh.

"Do you talk about all girls in this manner? No wonder neither of you have a girlfriend." Stiles rolled his eyes but he felt and flare of heat, only this time it was in his chest at their words.

"Nah, just Blaise. Have you seen the jugs on that girl? They're so round and perky and I bet you they-" Kevin was cut off by Stiles turning around and punching him square in the jaw. The brown-haired boy grabbed Justin by the collar and slammed him into a locker leaving a dent. He would have worried about the sudden raw strength he was presenting if he was to seconds from going into a blind rage.

"Say another word about Blaise again. I dare you." Stiles threatened.

"She's a spitfire, I bet you she'd give really good head." Justin smirked.

Stiles could feel the steam leaving his nose even as he snapped.