a beautiful sight, we're happy tonight

[hypercompetent]

Who: the "pack" of arcanarum, humans, werewolves, and all.
When: christmas eve!
Where: stiles' house.
What: mandatory christmas dinner.
Warnings: ridiculous cuteness, married couples who are not actually married, presents, alcohol, ridiculous amounts of food.

[If there was anything that Stiles had learned on his venture to Make This Island Less Shitty and Actually Have Christmas Dinner (plan name his), it was that trying to get a bunch of people on a magic island all in one place all at the same time was really freakin hard. Particularly when you were keeping an eye out for things that were on fire all around the districts. Either way, his own house had been unbothered by the flames so far, and Stiles found his way to the kitchen in his house around one in the afternoon with an actual smorgasbord of supplies, a cookbook, his own memories, and clothes to change into so he didn't literally destroy everything he owned.


Somewhere in the house there was a little tree, a crappy Charlie Brown tree but still a tree, thank you, with a pile of messily wrapped presents underneath it, each one marked for their proper recipient. It wasn't his dad's matching papers (color coded for every member of the family--organization was not a trait of the Stilinski family, but being drawn to colors was), or his mom's kindergarten teacher wrapping jobs, but it was still Christmas, dammit.  

Okay, so there hadn't been a lot to do on the island the past two days. And maybe, maybe this was a little exciting, and distracting enough from the hole that his dad not being here left on the island. Standing in the kitchen, he shucks off his shirt and goes to put on one he'd wished up at random instead, ready for the mess that's about to get made. ]



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PRE DINNER

[hypercompetent]

[cooking/prep/turkey bringing/chef bothering]

Doorbell!

[gordianknots]

[Not having Christmas in Japan with Rin and the Mackenzies and too much scotch was weird. Hell, Waver felt that refusing an invitation from Stiles was impossible. So, at six on the dot, he was on the doorstep, clad in his warmest red coat and yellow scarf, with the ever present mercury familiar behind him. VH had, for its own part, been loaded up with presents and given a little bowtie, because Stiles' joke had been too good to pass up.]

[hypercompetent]

[Okay, considering it's someone who actually rings the doorbell, it can't be Derek, Scott, or...pretty much anyone from home, so that leaves one of the girls orrrr--]

Waver! Come i--oh my god, he's got a bowtie. [ Stiles is obviously inherently fascinated by the blob, and he squats down and offers his hand in a high five gesture to it, grinning. It's still kind of weird as hell but dude it's got a bow tie on.] Good to see you got all dressed up to the nines, little dude.

[And then, in a flurry of movement, he stands up and out of the way so that Waver can pass under the kitchen door with the misteltoe first because no, he is not kissing Waver, thank you.]

C'mon in. Mi casa es su casa, y'know.

[dohaeris]

[in a rare bout of usefulness, sansa is setting the table.]

HI STILES.

[triskeles]

[ Derek can't exactly knock on or open the door, considering he has his hands full with two birds that have been properly defeathered and drained and overall just taken care of-- with Arya's help, what a good little hunter she was-- so he eyes the door briefly, considering it. The turkeys are pretty damn heavy, but not much for him to really have to worry about even without his werewolf strength around.

But it's kind of annoying to hold them up in their carry bags, and they seriously need to get to work, so he knocks on the door with the toe of his boot. ]

[hypercompetent]

[Whoops. Derek, you're gonna have to stand out there for a minute. Stiles has his hands full of potatoes, and he's mashing them energetically when he finally comes to the door, edging it open with his hip.

Raising his eyebrows, he lets out a long whistle.]

Daaamn, those are some turkeys. Never let a human do a werewolf's job.

SNOWBALL FIGHT

[hypercompetent]

[what part of get out of the kitchen did you guys not understand jfc]

ACTUAL DINNER

[hypercompetent]

[FOOD.]

PRESENTS

[hypercompetent]

[oh my god presents]

Re: PRESENTS

[gordianknots]

[Presents from Waver to everyone are as follows:

Arya: Copies of the Iliad and the Odyssey, translated by Richmond Lattimore with a note of A different sort of epic. Have Derek read it to you, if you'd like.

Sansa: An absolute load of truffles, cookies (chocolate chip, peanut butter, nutmeg-maple and shortbread with lemon buttercream frosting), and three sorbets (blackberry, raspberry and blueberry), all with recipe cards for how to make more

Stiles: Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes and a Ravenclaw scarf

Scott: A werewolf squishable and a Gryffindor scarf

Derek: A set of four blank pint glasses, etching cream, a paint brush and contact paper with a note that says For your house sigil and a Hufflepuff scarf

Allison: An illustrated history of archery with a note that says For experimentation with bow and arrow and a Gryffindor scarf.]

[nymeriarya]

[The books are very big, and Arya's not sure if Derek and she can get through them on their own. Still, she's appreciative, and looks up at him.]

Can you read them to me, too? You're quite smart, and I'm...

[This part is said a little quieter.]

I don't read very well.

[dohaeris]

[sansa is eating her very first chocolate. my god man what have you done]

[triskeles]

[ Derek raises a brow at the Hufflepuff scarf, but it's not in a disagreeing sort of way. Thinking about it, it seems... somewhat fitting. He puts it on without a care in the world (despite the fact it will definitely clash with the joke sweater Stiles got him), and examines the pint glasses with interest.

Well. May as well, really. ]

You've given me arts and crafts for booze.

[dohaeris]

[sansa has worked hard to make presents for everyone!

scott and stiles: swords and shields!

arya: a stylish chainmail tunic and a pretty headband to keep her curls out of her face.

derek: a large sampler worked in black and silver featuring three wolves circling a triskelion and a matching set of sachets stuffed with rosemary and mint, a leather and iron shield emblazoned with a triskelion, and warm black leather gloves.

waver and allison: lemoncakes and sweetbiscuit wrapped in hand-embroidered handkerchiefs.]

[nymeriarya]

[The headband wouldn't ordinarily be her style, but coupled with the tunic, it actually reminds her of the ornate detailing on the plated armor of the knights. It's a very feminine warrior look, but she loves the fact that Sansa's thinking of her as strong, nonetheless.

This earns Sansa a great big hug, the kind usually reserved for Jon Snow.]

[gordianknots]

[Food is less important than what is holding in the food - pardon Waver while he looks at the handiwork and gives a low, appreciative whistle]

--This is ridiculously well done work. Whoever taught you you must outmaster now.

[hypercompetent]

Dude, awesome!

[SOMEONE IS VERY EXCITED ABOUT HIS GIFT, SANSA. He picks up the shield immediately and nearly falls over with the combined weight of it and the sword in his right hand. He's kind of a mess of limbs and flailing, and currently a mess of limbs and flailing armed with something very sharp.]

This is amazing, oh my god. Ready to defend the kingdom, heh.

[triskeles]

[ Unlike Stiles, Derek has very little trouble lifting the shield. And he examines it, before he gets into the smaller things. Though he has no real need for a shield-- or the sword that, yes, he has taken to carrying with him everywhere if only to appease Sansa-- the sentiment is still greatly appreciated. Especially with the sight of the triskele on the shield. His fingers trace it, and he offers Sansa a small grin. ]

This is fantastic, Sansa. And this... [ The sampler is next, and he examines it in all its details. ] This turned out amazing.

[nymeriarya]

[ARYA'S GIFTS FOR ALL Y'ALL. None of them are wrapped very well.:

Allison: She doesn't know her well, but after she sees what everyone else has gotten her, she quickly wished her up a bracer like she and Bran used at Winterfell.

Derek, Stiles, and Scott: Warm capes they wear in Winterfell.

Sansa: A wolf necklace with gems in the eyes!

Waver: THE GREAT BIG BOOK OF WESTEROS I mean, Songs and Histories of the Seven Kingdoms. Maester Luwin often taught she and Bran from these books, and even though she's not too fond of them, she feels as Waver is as intelligent as the Maester, he will enjoy them.]

[gordianknots]

[One does not rub one's face on a book upon recieving it, no matter how exciting and wonderful the book is as a gift. That said, Waver is really restraining himself. And grinning gleefully at the collection. Hand bound. Hand written because there's no printing press, and Waver can count off of one hand how many other texts he's been allowed to handle in a similar style.]

These are amazing and -- [okay that's it he's flipping through them like a giddy schoolchild, don't mind him] -- the scribe has very nice hand writing, and thank you.

[dohaeris]

[sansa puts on the wolf necklace immediately. she can tuck it into her dress when she goes out.]

It's beautiful, Arya, thank you.

[and she envelopes arya in a hug.]

[hypercompetent]

[He tried, okay.

Sansa is getting a bouquet of flowers that's honest to god as big as his face, and a box of needlework supplies, as well as a couple of lemon cakes. He had to wish those up--he's a terrible baker, and the remains of his attempt at actually making them are smoldering somewhere in the yard--but they're there none the less.

Arya is getting a nerf gun. Stiles will gladly teach her how to use it. (And probably regret it.)

Scott is getting a shirt with the phrase NUNQUAM LUNA LUPINOTUUM on it; never moon a werewolf. He thinks he's funny.

Derek is getting the most unholy sweater known to man. And something else, but that's for the aftermath thread.

Waver is getting "some kind of tea"--wishing that up got him a box of assorted tea--and a book on Wiccan magic.

Allison is getting a mockingjay pin, because again, he thinks he's hilarious, a bouquet of flowers, and some sort of bracelet or something. It's typically how he buys presents for Lydia--if it looks pretty, he'd get it for her. ]

PRESENT BOMB

[triskeles]

[ Stiles gets a set of leatherbound notebooks for his Arcanarum research and assorted scribblings, as well as a set of really nice pens, with a box of DumDums, note attached: Chew on these and not the pens.

Waver gets a nice collection of booze and tea, mostly scotch and a good handful of tea flavors that his father used to drink. Bonus bone china tea set.

Sansa receives this, this but in this color and with a House Stark wolfhead broach in silver pinned to the breast (over the heart), as well as a concealed pocket in the interior for her to hide this in it. Welp.

Arya gets one of these hats, but in Nymeria's fur colors. She also gets a replica of Needle, since Derek can summon it where she can't. With it comes both a hip sheath/belt and a back sheath/belt.

Allison gets one of these, but in royal purple, and a kit for bow repair/maintenance.

Last but not least, is the pain in the ass Scott, how do you get presents for an immaterial person. BUT WORRY NOT. He gets a handful of pictures from home that Derek remembers from the few times he's been there-- largely of Scott with his mom, or just his mom on her own. ]

AFTERMATH

[hypercompetent]

[food coma]

[hypercompetent]

[Beyond all the chaos and the ridiculous gag gifts, after dinner had been cooked and eaten, the house has mostly fallen quiet. It's weird for Stiles--it's only his second Christmas since his mother's death, and the first one he's ever spent without his dad.

Part of the reason he's thrown so much energy into this entire thing is that it's a distraction. And as the loneliness started to creep in around the corners of the mostly successful dinner, Stiles had quietly slipped off and caught Derek in the kitchen with the dishes, being sure to step in the room after him. He's jittery, practically vibrating with nervous energy, and he leans on the counter, speaking up wryly.]

No wonder I keep you around. You're a regular househusband.