Derek's Person

I Like How He Smells | 1

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Laura Hale had spent about two-thirds of her life with her little brother, so she knew him pretty well. She knew all of his quirks and his struggles, and so she was very aware of the fact that he was immensely, dangerously, territorial—and he always had been. He was far more in touch with his wolf side than the rest of their family, which often caused issues when it came to anyone attempting to interact with him. Gods forbid you accidentally get your scent on his clothes or in his den. Reaching your hand a bit too close to his food would end with you losing the appendage. But it was fine—everyone knew Derek's boundaries, as odd as they seemed.

What Laura did not know, was how the hell the spastic little human ball of annoying sounds and flailing arms (known as Stiles Stilinski) had just jumped onto her brother while he was sleeping and didn't get ripped apart.

[or: 5 times laura noticed that her grumpy, territorial brother seemed have an affinity for Stiles, and 1 time she put the pieces together and realized what that meant]

estimate ages: Laura (14), Derek (10), Cora and Allison (5), Jackson, Malia, and Stiles (4)

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It was nearing ten o'clock in the morning when Laura was startled out of her reading by multiple sharp knocks on the front door of Hale Manor. She'd almost forgotten the Stilinskis were coming over—though she shouldn't have been all that surprised regardless. She was honestly shocked that they didn't have their own bedrooms yet, with how often they were there.

Claudia was a nice woman—a lot like Laura's mother, actually. She didn't come over as often as Noah and Stiles, but she seemed calm, nurturing, and rather headstrong. She also made the best mac n' cheese that Laura had ever tasted.

Noah was a deputy, which Laura thought was admirable. She was only a freshman in high school, but she planned to be a cop one day, too. Having supernaturals in the Sheriff's Station would be helpful, and it would give her another way to keep the town safe—which was the most important duty of an alpha, the role she would eventually take.

It was the Stilinskis' son, Stiles, who Laura wasn't the biggest fan of. He was all limitless energy and sticky, grabby hands—it annoyed the hell out of her. But then again, she wasn't really a fan of children in general. Her own sister and cousins often elicited the same feelings in her.

"G'morning!" Stiles squealed as soon as the door opened. From where Laura was at the kitchen table, she couldn't see their interaction—but she assumed Stiles was hugging her mother's leg, judging by the sound of his nails scratching at the jean material. He always did that—scratching, tapping, fidgeting. She had no idea how the Stilinskis dealt with it all the time.

Stiles then bounded into the living room, his dark hair flopping over a bit to tickle the top of his forehead. The pups immediately waved him over to the blocks they were building with.

"If I could have half of the energy in your boy, Claudia," Talia chuckled as she guided the Stilinskis towards the kitchen. "The things I could do with my day."

"You and me both," Claudia agreed, genially touching Talia's shoulder.

"Noah!" Peter greeted as he came quickly down the stairs. Laura didn't think her uncle moved faster for anything than he did whenever Noah came over—and it had been that way for as long as she could remember. She didn't really recall a time when Noah and Peter weren't glued at the hip. "What do you say we play a game of poker? I'm in a mood and Christopher won't play with me."

"Because he's a cheat," Chris accused, also descending the stairs.

"Oh, don't I know it," Noah laughed. "I'll play if you do, Chris."