Her voice could sink ships with Liam from teen wolf
Singing was your safe haven. It was the thing that you did the most when you were stressed. The sound of the music as soon as you turned the radio on; the soft rhythm that ran through you during the intro. It was all something that reminded you that things weren’t that bad. Even though your brother Stiles had told you about the horrors of the supernatural after a run-in with a particularly nasty looking werewolf. The red eyes. The snarling –
You cut the thoughts off, shaking your head as you flicked the radio on. A small smile crept onto your face as the chords of your favourite song began.
You were so engrossed in the music, and singing along to it, that you didn’t hear the front door open and close with a sharp snap. You didn’t hear the shuffling as your brother led Scott and Liam into the kitchen to talk; nor, in fact did you know that Liam stopped at the bottom of the stairs, listening to your singing despite how he could’ve heard it from almost anywhere.
‘Liam, what’re doing?’ Stiles asked, raising an incredulous eyebrow at the younger boy. Beside him, however, Scott was smirking slightly.
‘Her voice could sink ships,’ Liam said, sounding very much like he was in a daze.
But, a slight scoff made him aware of the two older boys standing in front of him. He could feel a blush rising quickly onto his cheeks. ‘N-nothing,’ he said awkwardly, his hand jumping to rub the back of his head. ‘Who’s singing?’
An amusement lit Stiles’ face, and he shared a knowing sideways glance with Scott.
‘That, my young pup, would be (Y/n), my little sister,’ said Stiles, folding his arms firmly across his chest. ‘And I’ll let her know she’s got a fan.’
However, before Liam could ask any more questions, Stiles draped his arm over Liam’s shoulders.
‘C’mon,’ he said, leading the boy into the kitchen.
‘Maybe you can even talk to her one day,’ said Scott in an undertone, gaining a sharp glare from Stiles.