Disclaimer: Teen Wolf belongs to Jeff Davies and MTV. I own nothing and I am only writing this for fun.
Warnings: None to speak of, This is fluff, plain and simple Christmas fluff. The warnings might change some in the days to come.
'TIS THE SEASON
CAROLS
"Dear God! It looks like Christmas threw up here, tried to wipe the vomit off, only to throw up even more." Jackson had a disgusted look on his face as he looked at the blinking, happy lights covering most of the house. He would have said more but Lydia's sharp, pointy elbow knocked the breath out of him.
He huffed out a pained breath and held his tongue about the other words that wanted to slip out about the twinkling freak show in front of them. Big bad werewolf and ex-kanima didn't matter at all against Lydia. She still scared him like nothing else. And gods he loved her for it.
"It doesn't matter how…chaotic it looks, this is what Stiles and Derek wants and you are not going to mock them for it." Lydia sniffed and tossed her long, strawberry curls over her shoulder. She knew how much this meant to Stiles and she was not going to let anyone put it down. Not even her very own jackass. Stiles had been there through the whole banshee reveal and everything, he had been there when Jackson hadn't and Lydia had grown fiercely protective of him.
They made it inside, the rest of the pack already there, doing their usual pre-moon loading which mostly consisted of eating too much and telling dirty jokes.
The wolves of their family were rowdy and itchy, longing for the full moon to rise so they could run and howl and hunt. They had miles wide woods to run through and each other to keep them company. The moon had become something to look forward to instead of something to dread.
Stiles made room for Lydia and Jackson, hugging them both as they joined the party. Stiles loved pack nights, moon party or not. He just loved it when they were all together. Their strange, ragtag little family. It would only get better once Cora made it back home for Christmas, then they would all truly be there.
He sat and watched Erica cackle about something and out eat most of the other wolves. Peter was smirking about something he had just told Derek and Derek snapped his teeth at his uncle in return.
Stiles was happy and relaxed when the doorbell rang, causing everyone to tense up. He was up and going toward the door before any of the wolves could beat him to it. Unexpected company was not the best idea on a moon night. He opened the door and his eyes widened at the carolers outside, dressed up and everything.
Stiles was gaping, he knew he was but he couldn't stop it. Carolers didn't come all the way out here; he bet they were just here to check out the new Hale house. Whatever, Stiles leaned against the doorjamb and listened to the Christmas Carols, he couldn't deny that it was cozy and at least these peeps could carry a tune. It was even amusing to watch them stretch their necks and try to peer inside. The Hale name had always been combined with mystery and rumors, even before the fire and Stiles didn't think that would ever change in Beacon Hills. He knew the real Hales, one of them very intimately even and that was all that mattered to him.
He listened to all the carols and crammed a ten dollar bill into their jar when they were done, nodded his thanks and ushered them away as quickly as he could because a large, full silver disk was rising over the trees and Stiles didn't want to give his wolves anything other than woodland critters to hunt tonight.
Once he was sure they were safely tucked into their car and on their way he walked back inside and saw that his wolves were already out, having slipped out the back. They were in different stages of transformation and there were scuffles and growls as they got ready for the moon run.
Derek threw his head back and howled, the others echoing him until the air were full of howls.
Stiles grinned happily and ran over to Derek, jumping onto his back. Just because he was human, there was no way he would miss out on the run. Allison, Lydia and Danny was there too, they were a part of the pack just as much as the wolves were. He listened as they howled again and he threw his own head back, letting out a howl all of his own as well.
There might not be any songs or traditional carols taking place tonight but Stiles would choose the howls over carols any day of the year. To him, this was much more beautiful and he was part of it. His laughter echoed through the air as Derek took off, his pack hot on his heels as they went to play in the moonlight.