Peter Hale Imagines

I May Have Made Her Mad

Derek wasn't sure when, how or why he'd befriended you or when exactly you'd ended up living with him and Peter in the newly renovated loft but it had happened and he wasn't going to complain about it. Peter thought you moving in was the best idea Derek had ever had, he adored how frustrated he could get you just by smirking after a mean comment, or how if you got to upset Derek would step in.

"Leave her alone Peter." Derek sighed when he finally managed to get the painters to agree to a date and hung up the phone.

"I wasn't going to go bother her." Peter mumbled and skulked through the living room to the stairs.

"I just said leave her alone, you can't stay away from her." Derek sighed as his phone started ringing again.

"Peter!" you yelped as you climbed out of the shower and scuttled through the hall to find Peter taking up your bed and flicking through one of your journals.

"I was boarded and looking for something to read, you always have such odd books I thought I'd have a peak." Peter hummed.

"Get out of my room." You sighed and he made a face as if he was thinking about it.

"I really don't feel like it and it's not as if you, the sweet little pet of my nephew can make me." He smirked until you flashed him a smile that had a slight concern running through him.

"You should never underestimate a short girl Peter." You hummed.

Derek jumped to his feet as Peter came flying head first through the wall with a pained grunt. At first he was utterly confused as to why his uncle had just burst through his newly finished wall.

"I may have made her mad." Peter coughed as he looked up at his Nephew.

"Who?" Derek asked though he had a slight inkling.

"Her." Peter sighed and lent up so he could look at you through the hole in the walls.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you why you should leave her alone?" Derek chuckled.