Stiles and
Derek have been dating for a while now and it’s time to take the next step: meeting
the family.
For @robinmadestilesdoit, who requested a Alive!Hale
Family AU where Stiles is introduced to Derek’s family as his boyfriend, but he
already knows about werewolves and doesn’t mind. A little bit of fluff and angst.
Thank you for the 2000 followers!
Stiles couldn’t help but fidget. His mouth was dry and his
hands were shaking as he toyed with the hem of his shirt.
“Hey,” Derek whispered, taking one of Stiles’ hands in his. “It’ll
be okay.”
Stiles swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, not
trusting his voice enough to talk. He offered Derek a weak smile, letting the
man pull him close and press a kiss to his temple.
Derek pulled him close, looking lovingly into Stiles’ eyes. “What’s
wrong?”
“I’m just nervous,” Stiles said dismissively.
“I know you’re nervous, but there’s something else,” Derek
pointed out. “What is it?”
“You and I both know that I’m… an acquired taste,” Stiles
said quietly. “And one that not many people like.”
“They’re going to love you,” Derek reassured him.
“But what if they don’t?” Stiles asked. “What if this goes
so horribly wrong that they refuse to let you ever see me again?”
Derek couldn’t help but smile. He craned his neck and
brought his lips to Stiles’, kissing him softly.
“If it came down to it, I would choose you over my family
without a heartbeat’s hesitation,” Derek whispered. “But it won’t come to that.”
“How can you be so sure of that?” Stiles asked.
Derek slid his hand into Stiles’ lacking their fingers
together. “Because I love you.”
They made their way across the front yard and up to the
front doors of the intimidating manor. Derek bounded up the steps and onto the
porch, pulling Stiles along behind him. He reached for the knocker and tapped
it against the brass plate before stepping back to Stiles’ side.
Stiles felt his heart slam against his ribs.
Derek seemed to notice his discomfort, kissing the top of
Stiles’ head as he whispered, “It’s going to be fine.”
The large door rattled as it opened.
Stiles looked at the young woman standing in the doorway.
She wore simple black dress with a beaded black belt coiled around her waist.
Her long brown hair billowed around her shoulders in waves. Her bright
aventurine eyes lit up as she looked at them, and for a second Stiles could see
the resemblance.
“Hi,” she said excitedly, her face lit up by a radiant
smile.
“Hey, Laura,” Derek greeted.
She pushed the door open and held her arms out for her
brother.
Derek gave Stiles’ hand a squeeze before letting go and
hugging his big sister.
“Come in, come in,” she said when she released Derek from
the hug. She waved them inside and shut the door.
If you look closely enough, you’ll see that I can’t color inside the lines for the life of me 😅
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I need more Laura Hale OK? Not fanon!Laura who’s so bossy she gets on my nerve almost every time I read a fic with her in it, holy fuck.
Nope, what I need is a sweet!Laura Hale, who’s a little shy when she meets new people but that doesn’t mean she’s an introvert like her younger siblings, just that it takes a while for her to warm up around strangers . (It never takes long though because Laura lives for making new friends and it’s so easy to get captivated with their stories because people are so interesting omg!)
Laura, who’s laugh is the most contagious in the room, loud and boisterous and just so happy all the time that most people can’t believe that she’s Derek and Cora’s older sister. (Scott takes a double take when he first meet Laura because wow a smiling Hale.) Laura who is only five years old when Talia comes home with a baby!Derek and is immediately in love with his squishy red face. She dotes on him, lets him play with her toys and crayons and sings him a lullaby when baby!Derek can’t sleep. She does the same thing to Cora too when Cora is born, but ends up still mothering her brother more even as they grow up. “I’m not Derek, Laura. I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” Cora rebuffs her once, face pale and sweaty as she glares at her older sister from beneath her comforters. Laura smiles, hands her sister a bowl of soup. “OK.”
Give me shopaholic! Laura, so in love with every new trend and loves to drag Derek shopping with her. Derek who is a stingy butt and nearly cries when he looks at his older sisters resit, muttering about debts and loans and I’ll be dragged into it too won’t I? But who is he kidding? He loves spending time with Laura, she’s fucking hilarious alright.
Laura Hale who pulls Stiles into a tight hug when Derek finally brings him to dinner, not threatening to dump his body somewhere else because that is fucking rude ok? That shouldn’t be anyone’s first impression when they’re meeting someone important in their significant others life. (the dinner goes splendid; she and Stiles gets along so well, Derek is almost jealous.)
Laura who can’t cook for shit and wriggles herself to Cora’s side, eyes wide and begging because she’s really hungry and her lil sister makes the best lasagna oh pwetty please Coraline-chan??? (Cora groans and pushes her sisters face away, eyes crinkling at the corner in fond amusement. She’s a lot like Derek that way, they’re always keeping their emotions to themselves god knows why)
Patient! Laura, never pushing anyone she loves to do something they’re not ready to do and simply giving them a shoulder to cry on or cuddle fest. Because she loves them OK? She’ll die protecting them.
Just…Laura Hale is so much more than the angry bossy stubborn character that fandom is so obsessed with alright? I just need Derek and Cora’s sister to be gentle and caring and just a big sister that’s it.
They’re speaking Russian again, just like they did all last semester. Steve had been just a little worried that he might not be able to eavesdrop anymore after winter break. But it seems their schedules still line up, and he finds them at their usual table in the dining hall at lunch. Dropping his backpack in an empty seat, he sets his tray nearby and starts peeling an orange.
Steve is in RUS 202 now, a whole semester of Petrov’s rapid speech and tough practical tests behind him. He also spent his break using everything from Duolingo to Pimsleur to stay on top of what he’d learned and advance further. Now, he can hold stilted conversations with Lyudmila at the market near his apartment. She smiles, pats his cheek, and cuts his slices of pitchye moloko extra large.
He has these two strangers to thank for that as well. The redhead who seems to be afraid to wear anything that’s an actual color and her friend (boyfriend? brother?) who always dresses like he was personally styled by the Queer Eye team, including his perfect dark hair and varying levels of always-neat-at-the-edges scruff. He’s at a level three today, short dark hair coating a jawline that could cut steel. Steve thinks he looks particularly good in blue, which is the color he seems to be wearing, a fitted cobalt button-down stretching over the muscles of his back.
Steve also thinks he looks good curling his gorgeous mouth around Russian words, but he’s not here to stare. Mostly.
He concentrates on listening instead, on how they fit their sentences together and the ways the structure differs from English. It takes him a second to translate, but he’s faster than he was back at the beginning of the fall semester. When he only got one in twenty words and was maybe sure they were talking about a barbecue they went to.
Then again, that first overheard conversation could’ve also been about a particularly spicy jar of salsa. Or a house fire.
“It wouldn’t kill you to say hello,” Red says in Russian, stealing a fry from Blue’s plate.
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