thanksgiving is, after all, a word of action [set on 11/26]

[triskehale]

Thanksgivings in the Hale house used to be quite the big deal. Feeding over a dozen werewolves, many of them teenagers was no easy feat. Derek loved all the chaos, and he helped out in the kitchen since he was old enough to stand on a step stool and reach the counter.

The first year after everyone died, he and Laura each got a rotisserie chicken and some biscuits, trying to hang on to some semblance of tradition, but the food tasted like ash. Laura went to bed early, and Derek pretended not to hear her cry. They stopped trying to do anything for the holiday after that.

It's been almost a decade since that disastrous attempt, and a few months ago Derek decided that he wanted to try again. While Laura and the rest of his family will always be the cause of this gnawing ache in his heart, Derek has a new family here in Darrow. He has so many people that matter to him, and care about him. It's more than Derek deserves, or ever thought that he would get, but he's grateful. He's thankful.

So he decides that he's going to do his best to put on a Thanksgiving of his own, and invite his new ragtag sort of pack. His new family.

The invitations go out and on the big day, Derek arrives at Semele's just after dawn. He puts two giant turkeys in the oven and quickly sets up the long table and chairs in the middle of the bar. With each chair he places, Derek marvels over just how many people he has in his life. It's astounding to him, and it's the perfect day to show his gratitude.

And then, all that's left to do is cook. And cook, and cook some more. If he's lucky, he'll have time to go shower and put on something nice before all his guests arrive.


[Hale pack Thanksgiving! Treat this as a gathering post. Tag in, tag around, give thanks! ♥]

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[triskehale]

"You and Neil are the only ones who have said they want to be pack," Derek reminds him. He has friends that care for him deeply, but they haven't declared themselves as pack. And that's okay, Derek doesn't expect them to. He'll care for them just the same.

Derek listens as Bitty speaks, as he rambles really, and his throat constricts a little at the words. They're so kind, so Bitty, and he finds himself smiling. Bitty's obviously a little more than tipsy, but Derek knows that he means what he says. Most, if not all of it.

"Thanks," Derek says roughly, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Bitty's temple. "I-- I don't really know what to say to all that, but it means a lot. I'm glad that I met you too."

[puckandpie]

He's quiet once I stop rambling and, ordinarily, I'd probably feel pretty dumb or at least be nervous about his reaction, but if all the beer is good for one thing, it's calming the unease. At least a little bit.

Still, the press of Derek's lips to my temple makes me go warm all over and I squeeze his hand tight again, leaning into it. It feels nice. I can't help but wonder what his lips would feel like elsewhere, how the scratch of his beard would feel on my chin instead--

Oh goodness, stopping that train of thought right now.

"You don't have to say anything," I tell him, bumping him lightly with my shoulder. "Just know that I mean every word and try to believe it. I know it can be hard, but if you trust me at all, you know it's nothing but sincere."

We're getting pretty close to my apartment building now and I almost wish we could slow down. Being out here with Derek is so nice after the choas of the day. It's cold and quiet and the snow looks beautiful. I know it doesn't mean the same to him, but that's okay. I just hope I'm not too drunk to forget any of this tomorrow. This right here is a memory I'd like to keep.

[triskehale]

"I do trust you," Derek tells him, and it may only be a few words, but they don't come easily from Derek. They mean a lot, and he's pretty sure that Bitty knows that.

They walk in comfortable silence, shoes crunching on the frozen ground as they walk. When they get to Bitty's building, Derek reaches out to open the door for him, gesturing him inside. "I'll walk you up."

[puckandpie]

Derek only lets go of my hand to hold open the door and I'm glad for the cold if only because I can blame the flush of my cheeks to the frigid air. I keep his coat tucked over my shoulders even after we're inside and I repeat over and over to myself that this isn't anything like him walking me home after a date no matter how much I'd like it to be.

Once we're standing outside my door, I finally tug his coat off, handing it back to him. "All safe and sound," I tell him, fishing my keys out of my pocket. "And I didn't fall over once!"

[triskehale]

"I'm very proud of you," Derek teases, taking the keys away and opening the door for him. Once they're inside, Derek pulls on his jacket and heads for the kitchen. The leather is soft and warm, and the interior smells like Bitty and caramelized sugar.

He takes a glass from the cupboard and fills it with water before returning to the living room and holding it out to Bitty. "Drink all of this before you go to bed."

[puckandpie]

I'm not sure whether to feel insulted or grateful when Derek takes the keys from my hand and unlocks my door for me. I really don't feel that terribly drunk, but maybe I'm one of those drunks who denies their drunkenness while they're busy falling all over themselves.

Goodness, I probably am. Derek's probably so embarrassed for me.

Not that he's showing it, of course. He's too nice for that. I watch as he fills up a glass of water for me and then hands it to me. "I will," I tell him, glancing down at the clear liquid for a moment. "I've been on the other side of this a few times. Thanks for walking me home. And for inviting me and entrusting me with the pies. It, uh... it really means a lot."

[triskehale]

"No one else even came to mind," Derek assures him, smiling fondly. "I'm glad that you were there."

He looks around and decides that there isn't any real reason for him to linger, and he leans in to press a soft kiss to Bitty's forehead. "Get some rest. I'll see you later."

With that, he heads out of the apartment, and back out into the cold.

But at least he's smiling.