Derek Hale Imagines

Christmas Prompt

"You don't like it?" Derek asked as you both looked at the car, one of his arms slung around your shoulders to keep the bite of the chill away.

"Derek... It's wonderful, thank you." You hugged him and he nodded, smiling as you both walked up to the penthouse where, Peter of all people, had cooked christmas dinner. "Your gift's upstairs... I hope... hope you like it." You mumbled and blushed when you thought about the tiny gift you'd given him and wished you'd gotten something better.

When you got upstairs he immediately spotted the gift, he could tell the pieces were hand carved and the Hale's mark was proudly ornating the chessboard. "You two let all the cold in." Peter grumbled.

He rolled his eyes when he realised Derek wasn't saying anything because he liked your gift and your heart was beating so oddly because of your nerves. "You don't like it?" You muttered and Peter rolled his eyes again.

"I need something from my car, be a dear?" He sighed and tossed you his car keys.

"I don't think she liked her gift." Derek muttered and Peter growled.

"The price limit was 20 dollars!" Peter reminded Derek and he groaned.

"I'll be right back." Derek muttered as he hurried down to speak to you.

"It's fine, have your drama. I haven't been cooking for hours." Peter said and scowled at the door.