Guess Who's Legal?

The pack's gifts

As Lydia ushered the last of the non-pack members out the door, her voice sharp and commanding, the atmosphere shifted. The lively, chaotic energy of the party was replaced with something quieter, more intimate. Stiles could feel the change settle over the room as the door clicked shut behind the final guest. Now, it was just the pack—his closest friends, his family.

"Finally!" Erica declared, her excitement evident as she bounced in place. "Present time!"

Stiles chuckled at her enthusiasm but couldn't deny that a small part of him was equally excited. It wasn't about the gifts, though—well, maybe a little—but more about the thought behind them. Each one was a reminder that these people had his back.

Lydia took her place beside the coffee table, organizing the pile of presents with her signature efficiency. She gave Stiles a knowing look, her eyes sparkling with something mischievous. "No complaining, Stilinski. You know you love this."

Stiles rolled his eyes but smiled. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get this show on the road."

Erica was first, of course. She practically shoved her gift into Stiles' lap. It was wrapped in bright pink paper with a silver bow, very Erica. Stiles tore through it, revealing a leather-bound journal with sophisticated designs engraved on the cover.

"For your thoughts," Erica said with a wink. "Because I know your brain never shuts up."

Stiles grinned. "Thanks, Erica. This is awesome."

Next was Boyd, who handed over a neatly wrapped box. Inside, Stiles found a sleek, high-tech flashlight.

"You're always running into dark places," Boyd said with a shrug, his usual stoic demeanor softening just a bit. "Figured you could use one that won't die on you."

"Dude, this is perfect," Stiles said, already imagining all the times it would come in handy. "Thanks, Boyd."

Malia shoved her gift into Stiles' hands next, grinning wide. He unwrapped it to find a handmade bracelet, rough and simple but meaningful.

"I made it," Malia said proudly. "It's got coyote teeth. For protection."

Stiles blinked, touched by the gesture. "Malia, this is bad ass. Thank you."

Kira handed over her gift with a shy smile. It was a small, simple carved wooden kitsune figurine. "For luck," she explained. "And, you know, to remind you that you're not alone in all of this."

Stiles felt a lump form in his throat. "Thanks, Kira. This is... I love it."

Liam was next, looking a little awkward as he handed over a box. Inside was a new set of headphones, top of the line.

"For all those times you need to drown us out," Liam said with a sheepish smile.

Stiles laughed, pulling Liam into a quick hug. "You get me, Dunbar. Thanks, man."

Theo handed his gift over with a quiet, "Happy birthday," and Stiles hesitated for a split second before unwrapping it. Inside was a book—The Art of War.

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Theo smirked. "You could learn a thing or two."

Stiles snorted but nodded. "Touché. Thanks, Theo."

Isaac came forward next, handing Stiles a small, square box. Inside was a necklace with a simple wolf pendant.

"For strength," Isaac said, his voice low. "In case you ever need a reminder."

Stiles smiled softly, fastening the necklace around his neck. "I'll wear it all the time. Thanks, Isaac."

Jackson and Ethan were last. Jackson, in typical fashion, handed over his gift with a cocky smirk. Stiles opened it to reveal a sleek, black leather jacket.

"Now you can actually look cool for once," Jackson teased.

Stiles snorted. "I look plenty cool. But thanks, Whittemore. This is awesome."

Ethan smiled warmly as he handed over a small envelope. Inside was a gift card to Stiles' favorite coffee shop. "For all those late nights."

Stiles chuckled. "This is perfect, thanks."

Finally, Lydia stepped forward, her gift wrapped in elegant, pale green paper. Stiles unwrapped it carefully, revealing a framed picture of the entire pack, taken on a rare day when they had all been together and smiling.

"For when you need a reminder that we're always here," Lydia said softly.

Stiles stared at the picture for a long moment, his heart swelling. "This is... it's perfect. Thank you."

The pack watched as Stiles ran his fingers over the frame, his chest feeling tight with emotion. One by one, they had given him gifts that reflected their unique connections with him, and it was more than he ever expected.

Stiles set the picture frame down carefully and stood, looking at each of them in turn. "You guys... I don't even know what to say."

Erica grinned. "You don't have to say anything. Just know we love you."

"Yeah, idiot," Jackson added with a smirk. "Even if you're annoying most of the time."

Stiles laughed, feeling lighter than he had in days. Surrounded by his pack, by his family, he knew he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

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