author's note: So, I decided to do a little Christmas ficlet set. They'll likely range between 100-1000 words long, and I'm open to requests! This prompt was given to me by my best friend, Beekah.
Oh, Christmas Tree
Derek wasn't sure of how he had ended up staring at an overly-large Christmas tree in his living room, garland around his shoulders and strands of tinsel shimmering in his hair.
Well, actually, he was. And the one to blame was none other than Stiles Stilinski; the cause of this was currently fumbling through the boxes of holiday ornaments and decorations, letting out a complaint here or there about how the sourwolf really needed to take things out of the attic and maybe clean up now and then - unluckily for him, he had quite a lot of cobwebs on his plaid shirt and shaven head.
The werewolf hadn't touched any of this since the fire, and the only reason they had anything was because it had been kept in a shed out back. After the catastrophe, Derek had silently shoved everything in the attic, never venturing up there again. He had planned to let them rot there, a painful memory that only stayed because he couldn't part from the smiles and laughter that accompanied each item.
"There, now ya almost look normal, sourwolf!" The teen declared as he plugged the cords in for the finishing touch. Light filled the corner the tree had been placed in, the aged star gleaming faintly atop the haphazard mess. A fire hazard, Derek had pointed out in the very beginning, only to be shushed by Stiles.
Only when the human left did the corner of Derek's lips pull upward, quietly taking in the sight before heading off to bed.