Derek Hale Imagines

Mr Wolf (Part Two)

There was tension in the air. It made it harder than usual for Stiles to stay still. His legs were jiggling as he tried to focus on the answers Deaton and Derek were giving Scott. Derek spent most of the time sharing an intense look with you.

Your response was something similar to a cat preening in the sun. Derek's pack did not like your sudden interference. Deaton was obviously nervous about whatever was or had been going on with you and Derek.

He nibbled at his fingernails as he leant against the back wall. His leg wouldn't stay still as he fidgeted. "So that's it then?" Scott asked Derek who sighed and nodded.

"We can work with that, thank you." Deaton said to Derek who grunted a response and walked to the gate. You were leaning against it, knowing full well he couldn't open it. You and Derek stared each other down as his pack gathered around him. Erica bared her fangs and Deaton started to try and push between Boyd and Isaac to get to the gate.

"You just have to say please." You said with a smirk.

Derek frowned, growled a little then let out a quiet. "Please."

With a sarcastic smile that read as much of satisfaction as it did sarcasm you swung the gate open with a gentle tap of your pointer finger.

The tension peaked. Stiles missed whatever exchange went between you and Derek but there was a low growl. Stiles accidentally bit down on his finger too hard and glanced down. It took a second for Stiles to wince and glance at his finger then back up to the retreating wolves. "Helpful as ever (Y/N)." Deaton said. His tone was almost cold, but affectionate.

"Happy to be of help." You said looking Deatons way before leaving.

"You just had to ask her for help. I suppose it was better than Peter." Deton muttered as he started cleaning up. He spotted Stiles' finger and found a plaster in one of the drawers, handing it to him.

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Deaton had very reluctantly requested you find a book he needed to help Scott. It had been a couple months since you last helped them. As you slid the door open to the abandoned penthouse Derek inhabited, ensuring that you pulled it hard enough to make a satisfying bang.

The two boys jumped up to their feet. They looked at you with startled glances. The girl started to throw herself away. "Stop!" Looking to the stairs, where the sharp order had echoed. Derek rushed down the stairs looking amused. "Little Red."

"Don't mind me Mr Wolf. Just passing through." You said as you strolled past the furious girl to a pile of books by a large bed. When you sat down she glanced at Derek who looked overly amused.

"Looks more like you're staying then passing through." She spat out.

"Are you looking for something in particular? Or do you just like being in the wolf's den?" Derek asked you, ignoring the girls comment as he strolled over leaning against the wall as he watched you sort through his old books.

"I need a book." You answered and he huffed out a laugh.

"I think you missed the mark if you're aiming for the library."

"I need a werewolf book, this one." You waved a piece of paper in Derek's direction. He snatched it from you and looked over the paper. He walked over to a table by the window, looked through a pile of books and fetched the one you needed. Hopping up off the bed you walked over to take the book, which he held up as he leant down at little. "You just have to say please."

You looked up at him and frowned as he smiled, watching irritation cross your face. Trying to swipe the book he moved too fast for you to catch.

"Please."

"Here you go Little Red." He handed you the book with a smirk as you snatched it away and turned to leave. "Next time you should call." He chuckled when you shot a glare over your shoulder and left.