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
SNOWMEN
"It's snowing!" Stiles was woken up by a rather unholy screech and the heavy form of his best friend jumping on him.
"Gah, get off me you big log." Stiles wasn't proud of it but there may have been some screeching going on, and flailing…and Scott pinning him down being the only thing to keep him from flailing out of bed. "What are you doing here anyway? What if Derek and I had been busy bumping uglies? What if I am naked?"
"Like I haven't seen your naked, pasty ass before." Scott scoffed and started to pull the sheets off of Stiles. "And since Derek is downstairs, all dressed and up for the day, I was quite confident that you weren't humping each other."
"Stop it!" Stiles clung to his sheets; he really didn't feel like leaving the warm cocoon of his bed.
"But Stiles, it's snowing, the ground is white and the whole pack is here…well almost the whole pack." Cora was still at Colombia, her semester not being quite over yet. "Snowballs, snowmen and women, frolicking in the white fluff." He turned his best puppy eyes on his best friend.
"Frolicking in the white fluff?" Stiles raised his brows and gave up, tossing the sheets away and stumbling out of bed to get dressed. "You do realize how that sounds don't you?"
"Who cares, it got you out of bed." Scott was all smiles. "Get ready, we'll be downstairs waiting for you." He bounced out of the room, leaving Stiles on his own to get washed up and dressed.
~oOo~
When John turned his private car on to the road leading up to Stiles and Derek's house it was already afternoon. Lazy, large snowflakes were still falling from a grey sky. He was still off duty since he had been grazed by a bullet so he thought he would visit his son.
Long before the house came into sight, John heard laughter and hoots and once he saw the house towering he saw the grown people behaving like little children in front of it. Everyone in the pack was outside, throwing snowballs at each other or wrestling in the snow.
John had to smile; it was so great to see them this way. Happy and carefree. His boy and the others had been through so much, so much crap that they deserved this, deserved every ounce of joy and happiness and play that they could get.
What made him smile most though was the small army of snowmen lining the driveway. He could see everyone in the pack depicted there. There was Derek of course, red marbles for eyes and sideburns made of twigs. Stiles the snowman was next to him, bat in hand and red hoodie on. And so on it went, every pack member standing guard as a snow statue.
As John came to the end of the driveway he caught sight of himself in snowman form too. A gingerbread star on his chest and a toy gun by his waist. It made something warm bubble up inside him, to know that he was considered pack. John knew he was family but being pack was something different and John was grateful to be included. He loved Stiles and he had grown to love all the other kids as well. They were his too, to love, care for and protect.
He fished his phone out and took several pictures of all the snowmen, sending Melissa the one of her in snow form before he walked over to join his son in the snow.
"Hiya Dad!" Stiles waved at him with red cheeks from the cold and sogging wet mittens. "How do you like the art?" He pointed at the snow figures.
"Best damned snow men I have ever seen."