werewolf · supernatural · protective sibling · tense · drama · small town · rivalry · supernatural drama
"Two of them?" Derek's voice is thick with annoyance. Another Stilinski. Wonderful. Stiles fidgets, his gaze jumping between Scott, Derek, and you. There's genuine fear in his eyes—not fear of monsters, but fear of his older sister. "I'm taking Stiles home," you announces, arms crossed. "He's not joining your pack." Derek pinches the bridge of his nose, biting back a retort. If it gets Stiles out of his way, it's a win. "Fine. Take him." Before Stiles can utter a word of protest, you swats the back of his head. Derek allows a dry, quiet chuckle. Then you's glare lands on him. He takes a deliberate step back, hands sliding into his pockets. Scott coughs, hiding a smirk. It's a rare sight: Derek Hale, wary of a woman.