#emissary!stiles

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! I love your page and I’m hoping you can help me 🫶🏿 I’m looking for a fic where for some reason Stiles dies sometimes? And one day Derek finds Stiles dead (or maybe he dies in front of Derek?) and when Stiles comes back to life Derek kills him again because he doesn’t believe it’s him. My favorite part about the fic is that Stiles doesn’t forgive Derek right away. I hope this is enough lol

Hi @xxcuriosity! Anon says it's this one.

False Dawn (Stiles, it's called zodiacal light) by ElisAttack

(3/3 I 11,145 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles wakes up in the middle of the woods with no memory of how he got there.

Or the one where Stiles can't die, but people keep hurting him anyway.

[dropofbittersea]

Derek saves a nymph from being somebody's Christmas decoration. As a reward, the nymph grants him a twig of mistletoe.

If Derek had known the mistletoe would come to life and goad him into kissing people at random, he might have tried to refuse.

*

Of course, Derek doesn’t notice. Not at first. How would he, when he’s alone? The mistletoe can’t do anything to him when he’s alone. It just sits in the house, hung above the fireplace, next to his tiny Christmas tree. Only when he shows up at Scott’s to return Melissa’s stepladder—Lydia and Stiles insisted he put up Christmas lights—does he realize the gift’s true purpose.

Melissa lifts one corner of her mouth in a wry smile and tells him, “You’ve got a little something right—” and reaches up above his head.

[christinesficrecs]

Hi! I'm looking for sterek fanfic. It was one chapter(?) on AO3. The story takes place outside Beacon Hills. Derek (as a beta) comes to the territory of another pack and wants to become a forest ranger? The alpha of this pack doesn’t want to agree because he senses an alpha in Derek. Derek says he gave up his alpha spark for his sister. Then Stiles appears, as an emissary of this pack. Stiles somehow helps Derek and Derek becomes alpha again.

I don't think I know this one.

[spn-racer]

If anyone writes this, and I know there are enough talented sterek fans to do it, I would so love it. A+ posters 😍

The Hale Chronicles: Promotional Character Posters. [Series coming to you soon. In your dreams, where it will be perfect.]

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Peter's Vows

When Derek is born, there is an earthquake. Beacon Hills is many things, but it is not a place of earthquakes. This is an anomaly, this sudden shaking of the land, and Peter watches Talia go through the pain of birthing a cub, and he makes note of how her cries resonate with the moving earth. As the baby is brought to the world of the living, the earth shakes more; giddy, Peter thinks of the land. Giddy at this baby's birth. That's what it is.

The town reels with the destruction, however minimal it seems to be. It is the strangeness of the earthquake that has the people in a panic, and it takes two days of Mayor Yukimura calling for council meetings and community barbecues that they begin to somehwat calm down.

The baby is named Derek on the first day itself, born underneath the Nemeton, his pale blue eyes reflecting the moonlight in silver hues. Talia sobs with relief, Nathan beside her, stroking her hair. Laura is back at the pack house, safely tucked in the bed, the rest of the pack members keeping watch. Talia had wanted to bring her with them, fearing the worst of the anomaly, but their mom had convinced her to not do it. The birth of the Alpha's cub is a big deal, but it is also private: only the Mate, Emissary and Left Hand are allowed to be present, for comfort, safety, and protection, respectively.

It has been tradition since ages, and Talia is the last person to break it.

Derek is a calm baby. Sleeps through the night, doesn't cry for attention. Only does it for feeding, his survival instinct as strong as his lungs. Peter adores him, even if he may never admit it to anyone.

He is also curious about the boy. Why an earthquake? It cannot be a coincidence. Truly, he wonders how some people can be so dumb. Calling it a coincidence is insulting to the Powers That Be, which must have called upon such a natural reaction of the land for a reason. Derek is a special boy, and Peter vows to find out how.

Besides his incredibly compassionate heart, that is.

It is in his eyes, which have slowly turned into a kaleidoscope of colors, the kindness of him. Derek's trust is not so easily earned, but once it is, it is extremely difficult to dislodge it.

Derek is a boy destined to become a kind man, one that will be an Alpha with mercy in his heart but cunning in his mind. Peter sees the makings of it right from the beginning, the way the boy will procure solutions to his own problems as well as those he deems important to him. Laura is the first born and thus has the claim to being the next Hale Alpha, however Peter knows, somehow, perhaps instinctually, that Derek will be the Alpha.

Another piece of the puzzle falls in place when their emissary falls pregnant. She's an amazing woman, Claudia. Peter likes her wit and humor, and he enjoys the perspective of her husband, the deputy, and if luck is on his side, soon-to-be Sheriff of Beacon Hills. Peter is happy for the couple.

He is, also, astonished to see an almost five-year-old Derek climb onto Claudia's lap one morning, his small fists rubbing against his eyes, and his nose scrunching determinedly to find a scent.

Peter remembers the conversation well.

"Derek, honey? What are you trying to find?"

"Mine," is what Derek growls in reply to Claudia, and shoves his nose against her barely-showing belly.

Peter's laughing figure is shot out of the end of the couch and onto the floor by Claudia's impeccable throw of one of the decorative pillows from said couch.

Thereafter, it was peculiar but not unseemly to find Derek following beside Claudia, his whole little being focused on the life forming inside her. And when the night came, Peter wasn't at all surprised to witness the thunderstorm.

Claudia had plans of giving birth in the hospital, but due to miscalculated steps, or simply because of reasons not privy to them, the best possible option left for her seemed to be below the Nemeton.

John had lost his damn mind at the prospect. "It's raining! Heavily!"

"Talia gave birth in an earthquake," Claudia says through gritted teeth, "And the baby doesn't care, nor do I, John. It is—"

Her words are cut off by another scream, and she is right, of course. It is time.

Talia, John, and Peter are the only ones who should go with her, but Derek, the little sneaky wolf that he seems to have become, follows them. It isn't until halfway through that John, the human, realizes his presence first.

They move forward with the determined little boy, who is all sopping wet in his wolf onesie, and really, this is no laughing matter. Except it is.

Claudia is brought below the Nemeton, and the tree, big and branching and beautiful, hums in their presence. The canopy of it sheds them some, but not completely.

And so, under hard rain and sharp thunderstorms, Mieczysław Stilinski is born, his little body almost white under the moonlight, and his eyes, when they open, a shock of topaz, like a glinting jewel; a fallen angel, Peter thinks.

Derek carefully wraps the baby in the blanket Talia removes from the packed bag, her movements locked onto her son's and the baby's, while John tends to his wife.

Peter watches. He notes the way the baby is calmest in Derek's arms, the way Derek is mesmerized.

This is more than just being True Mates.

True Mates itself are the rarest of occurrences, but something tells him this is more than that. The earthquake, and this sudden rain, in April of all things, simply cannot be coincidence. There must be a reason, one that Peter must uncover.

In the coming years, he dedicates his time to the quest, and finds that, oh, this is something unique indeed.

Unique to the point of legend.

Of course, he gathers facts before telling anyone. Derek's control goes onto the list, as does his ability to switch between his shift as easy as breathing. Having such control at the age of seven is almost impossible, but he has it without the growing ego that would have inflated anyone else's with the amount of praise he gets.

Stiles, as Derek had nicknamed Mieczysław almost immediately post his arrival in the world, is no human. His mother's line has some pretty strong magical abilities, but the kind of power that this boy exudes surpasses imagination. Nobody notices at first, not even Peter, until Stiles is a couple of months past his third birthday. It truly isn't until Derek, almost nine, comes down from his room one day into the kitchen, says, "Which packet, Stiles?" that they realize it.

"Honey, he isn't a wolf. He cannot hear you," Nathan tells him, but Derek just shrugs.

"He is for today."

Peter hears the, "Blue one! Blue one! Blue is sooo pretty, Derek!" from Stiles, who is definitely sitting in Derek's room, upstairs.

Derek grabs the blue packet and goes upstairs, and Peter follows, followed by Talia and Nathan, who beckon Claudia as well.

Stiles sitting on the floor, a myriad of toys around him, while the packets of chips sit beside him, torn open, evidently by Derek's claws, who himself is playing with Stiles.

And they're both being fed flying chips.

The three wolves turn to Claudia as one. Her shaking head and awed face is enough to clue them in, and really, Peter thinks, this is fucking incredible.

Powers don't manifest as early as this in magic wielders. They're more of the puberty package, tied to emotions at the beginning rather than will.

This is... defying it.

Peter loves to see when the next piece of the puzzle will fall.

And it does oh so enticingly.

Years later, when Derek is fourteen and Stiles is almost nine, comes the first trial. The Alpha Summit & The Argent Treaty.

Peter doesn't believe Gerard's words to do no harm, so he sets up precautions in place. It pays off, because during the summit, he almost ends up blinding Deaucalion — something that could have turned super bad if left unchecked.

Gerard's attack is met with swift retaliation, but somehow, only his goons end up dead. Gerard himself remains free, and through sheer will, maybe, the old man manages to kidnap Laura.

By the time the adults sniff out their cub, they're too late.

Not in the sense of Laura being hurt, but in the terms of missing the action, somewhat.

When they enter the warehouse, they are faced with Gerard being held down by a black wolf, fangs around his neck, the eyes of the creature a deep, ruby red. Deeper than Talia's. At first, they all assume it to be one of the visiting Alphas, but then they realize Stiles' presence, too, and it clicks.

Stiles frees Laura from the painful looking electric rod, and comes back to Derek, coaxes him back to his human form as Peter and Nathan take care of the psychopath.

Laura lets Talia mother her, and then says, "We'll have two Alphas."

Talia looks at the now human Derek, and eyes shining with pride, she nods. "Come here, both of you," she beckons, and the boys run, Stiles' chattering a comforting sound for all of them.

A few weeks later, Derek admits to everyone he has a new friend, and talks about her often. Paige this, Paige that. Laura teases him, restrained in her words, trying not to upset Derek's control. Even Cora pulls back. Stiles, though, is almost worse.

He riles Derek to the point of him using his Alpha voice to shut up, and the whole Pack silences itself, even Talia. Stiles, though — an exception to all things sane — doesn't back down. The voice doesn't work on him, and Derek isn't phased by it. However, the smell of guilt filters through their home, and Stiles' sigh is followed by comforting words. There is no apologizing though.

Soon, they'll learn from Derek himself that he hates that everyone is walking on eggshells. That is why he kept bringing up Paige, so that someone would tease him, uncle Peter, Laura, Cora. Or that Stiles would rile him up.

"Why would he, though? He should be happy for you. I am." Cora's words are met with a laugh from Derek, and a groan of embarrassement from Stiles.

"He's weirdly possessive — don't push me, you know you are."

"Alright," Stiles sighs, "I am."

"And Paige is a great friend, but I don't nearly think about her as much as I might have let you all believe."

And that is when Peter sees it. The blink-and-you-will-miss-it purple flash of Stiles' eyes. Peter doesn't put thought into why now; he simply focuses on completing the puzzle.

And he does. True Alpha and Purple Eyes? That's easy.

That's legend.

Set in stone as the first Alpha and the first Emissary as well as Spark, who, arguably, also set in stone the sword of Excalibur.

That part of the legend has questionable sources, though. Sure, Merlin Emrys is, as per theories, the most powerful sorcerer of all time, and Arthur Pendragon the greatest ruler, the once and future king, but it doesn't have as much merit.

What Peter is sure about is that somehow, the Powers That Be decided that this is the pack to send these two to.

He watches Stiles argue about the best type of pasta with Derek, and thinks, suddenly, that perhaps this is their happy ending. What legends end happy? None. So this must be their time to be happy.

Peter vows another quest, then. To always protect Derek and Stiles.

[jade-bright]

Taking absolute inspiration from this wonderful post [x]

Stiles: You will do well to remember, that I was a member of the Hale pack. I have killed people.

The betas or something: I thought you were an emissary-

Stiles: I had bad days.

[takaraphoenix]

They really gave Stiles magic for one episode and we all, collectively and rightfully so, assumed they'd do, you know, virtually anything at all with it so we took it and ran with it and fleshed it out beautifully and have hundreds of thousands of words written on Spark!Stiles and how his magic potential could have come into play in the show.

Meanwhile the writers room of the show were collectively picking their noses and brainstorming the worst ways to kill off beloved characters in dumbass plotlines.

[hedwig221b]

high school/college witch Stiles who learned magic with his mother and she always taught him to use his power for good and not for selfish reasons, and after his mother died he always remembered her teachings.

But then he meets Derek and there's always girls basically throwing themselves at him despite Derek making it clear that he's not interested, and so he begins using some spells to play pranks on those girls, like really low level stuff, like dropping drinks on them, making them itch, or even a weak laxative, and he feel so guilty because he thinks he's being selfish by pushing those girls away from Derek, and going against everything his mother taught him, and that Derek will hate him if he ever finds out what Stiles is doing.

meanwhile Derek is completely aware of what Stiles is doing, and thinks it's really cute how possessive Stiles is, though unlike Stiles he feels no guilt in removing any guy that even looks twice in Stiles direction.

JEALOUS OBLIVIOUS WITCH STILES YES!!!! POSSESSIVE DEREK WHO'S HEAD OVER HEELS FOR STILES AND DOESN'T HIDE IT YES!!!

Everything in this ask is perfection 👌🏻 chef's kiss 💋

[sadlyashortgirl]

Help me find a fic I just lost

What I remember:

Derek and Stiles where on a plane and they didn’t know each other, the werewolf part still exists

Derek is a author and Stiles is reading his book not knowing Derek wrote it and when Derek asks Stiles what’s wrong Stiles starts talking about how two characters should get together

The characters are some hunter guy and some dragon guy and then I think the hunters friend did something that made the dragon guy hurt and hunter guy helps/saves him

It’s a alive hale family au and stiles is a spark in training

(I apologise if I have any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language and any fics that are something like this are also appreciated. I’d also like some Sterek fanfic recommendations)

[biggukuma]

A fanfiction or a series (my god, a series about this) in which Eli explains (in the voiceover for the series?) just how weird his family is.

Starting with Eli's many aunts and uncles, 3/4 of whom share no blood ties with him. ( Yes, the puppy pack is part of the Hale pack. Yes, Alec was Eli's babysitter. )

( Erica and Boyd would have twins about the same age as Eli. Why would that be? I have no idea. )

( For those who love Scott/Isaac/Allison, they would have 4 children. Yes, exactly, so that 3 of them would come from duos and the last one would come into the world thanks to the magic and presence of 3 DNAs. )

(The whole pack would not live in the huge mansion that is the Stilinski-Hale mansion. Thiam and Morey would have their own place. Sheriff would have refused to move in. )

Then his cousins, of all ages, each more unusual and annoying than the last. With whom he shares the same grimaces when they learn that most of their parents have gone out with each other.

( - Sweet Home Alabama-

- Shut up! )

His dziadzia, who had never been angry with him for ruining his wallpaper (he had every reason to be. They were horrible drawings-) and who had taught him to lie to his tata while making him promise never to lie, understood, you little rascal, when they went to get the greasiest order in the whole fast-food restaurant. And his babcia and his abuela and his abuelo and his tias and his tios and his primos and his primas he knew only in grave form.

Finally, his dads, who look like they hate each other half the time or would kill someone if it made the other half smile. His two dads who have criminal records but brunch with the station cops once a month. His two dads who are both biologically men and who have biologically managed to have a child together.

(Eli politely asks anyone who jokes about him being his parents' little shit to fuck off. His dads told him his tata had a C-section, okay ?!)

A fanfic or series in which we discover the famous Hale Pack that has risen from the ashes and is so feared and respected. Where we discover how Eli feels so alienated from the pack he loves and cherishes, so alienated from his family. How Eli feels he's not cut out to be the next Alpha of the pack. How certain Eli is that he'll never be anything like his incredible, powerful, famous dads, no matter how many times he's told he's the spitting image of Stiles or has Derek's eyes and sourwolf face.

Eli sees himself as the boring kid in this extraordinary family, the boring offspring of a rich heir to a famous werewolf pack, a bad boy with a tragic past in his youth, a DILF today with his dad's super skills, a fair and fierce true Alpha (alive and not DEAD) and an FBI agent as sarcastic as he is intelligent, a supernatural detective in his spare time, a fearsome spark, emissary and Alpha mate. Like the good old cliché of the character with no friends but his cousins and an overpowering entourage, so beloved and popular and so much more remarkable and interesting script-wise than he is.

(Perhaps Eli never could and never will be able to shift? Perhaps being human is in part the source of his fear.)

And being the good old cliché that he is, he apparently becomes interesting when he gets superpowers. (Stiles is not at all happy that the Nemeton has chosen him to be its guardian. In fact, no one in his family seems happy. Great.)

[alicetallula]

Sterek Bingo 2024 - A2 - Glowing Eyes - ‘My Anchor’ - 23.07.2024

First drawing for the @sterekbingo

A1 - Cowboy AU / A3 - Band AU // B1 - Fairty Tale AU / B2 - Mob AU / B3 - Alternate Universe // C1 - Zombie / C2 - Demon Deals / C3 - Crossover

'My Anchor' - 23.07.2024

I wanted to go with something simple with Derek's pretty glowing blue eyes and the headcanon of Stiles's Emissary eyes shining purple 😊💙💜

Done using alcohol markers, ink pens, gel pens, acrylic paint pens, metallic watercolors and Photoshop for the title

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

Done using alcohol markers, ink pens, gel pens, acrylic paint pens and metallic watercolors

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[sterekbros]

You Led Me Home by Winchesterek | WIP

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Laura Hale, Laura Hale Lives, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Magic, The Magic Box, Magical Bond, Mates, Masturbation, Beta Derek Hale, POV Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale is a Softie, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Fluff, Versatile Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Stiles lives in Beacon Hills. He’s always lived in Beacon Hills. He’s a Gajos and he’s descended from his mother’s Emissary line that is tied to the land, which is his to protect. He also happens to run a local magic shop, The Magic Box, and provides locals with plenty of fake magic spells to keep his business afloat; it also caters to his other clientele that come to him for real magic problems. He’s sort of the magic guru, being a druid and all. Enter Derek Hale, back from New York after years away with his sister, Laura. The Hale twins (Laura is a whole 45 seconds older, damnit, which she won’t let Derek forget) haven’t been back to Beacon Hills since their family burned. The Hales have returned to reclaim their family territory and deal with their estate, finally healing the loss they’ve harbored for so long. They also need an Emissary and Stiles doesn’t have an Alpha despite having a rag-tag group of supernatural creatures as his pack.

[dropofbittersea]

Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right.

-0-

“Why does my dad say that you and your boyfriend are a bad influence on me?”

“What?”

“Yeah, what boyfriend? Dude, you are not allowed to not tell me crap like this. You didn't think I'd like be a douchebag or something. Right?”

“No, wait, what? I have no boyfriend.”

“He says you were with him at the police station.”

Stiles blinks. “Uhm. Oh shit.”

[christinesficrecs]

hey i love your page constantly checking it everyday, keep up the good work 🥰❤️

There is this fic that i have been looking for and it’s the pack push stiles out and he ends up trying to kill himself at a hotel and there is an alpha near who saves him and takes him in as his son. Years later stiles is at an emissary convention looking for a pack and he chooses dereks pack.

I have been trying to find it but can’t remember the name. thank you again for all the hard work ❤️

Hey! I don't think I know this one.

bluemarbleplanet found it. Thank you!!!

The Son I Should Have Had by misteeirene | 18.7K

Stiles can't handle the pain from being pushed out of the pack and the fact that his dad would rather spend time with Scott instead of him so he decides to take his own life. Will he succeed, or will someone step in and save Stiles?

[hippielittlemetalhead]

Intro to The Supernatural: Emissary Hale

Part 1 of my Sterek fic from AO3. There's a fair bit of canon twisting mostly just making it all add up and make sense and leaning into the "Stiles is scary smart and resourceful and some sort of magic to the point The Wild Hunt and the Nogistune saw him as the one to take out to make their job easier" and some other bits that are just for my amusement. Always open to questions and comments and headcanons.

I'm not sure if I'll be doing a tag list for the crossposted works but I'll keep y'all updated on that.

Stiles would be the first to admit that he didn't know much about regular wolf packs (yet) let alone werewolf ones (double yet). But he did know about humans. He knew that humans were complicated beyond their base desires for community and safety and belonging. He knew that humans were resilient and usually only reached their full potential in large groups and communities. And he knew that if humans faced the crazy crap that he and Beacon Hills' resident creatures of the night have there would be friendships forged to last a lifetime and blood oaths to not tell a soul about what they had seen because like hell anyone would ever believe them before they snuck the good liquor out of their parent's cabinets to drown out the shitshow that was their lives now. It's the sort of thing he and Scott would have done before his best friend was bitten and became one of said creatures of the night. He wasn't so sure about part-time wolves. But some of it had to translate over. Because everything (even the supernatural) had rules, had reasoning, had some form of logic behind it. No matter how twisted and arbitrary it may seem to an outsider like himself.

Jackson only became the kanima because the Bite triggered a long-coming identity crisis hopped up on steroids and with deadlier results. Allison was an impressionable, overly sheltered, teenager dealing with her own identity crisis over her sweet doting grandfather being a complete racist psychopath who had raised the aunt she idolized to be an equally racist and psychotic serial killer and sexual predator. Though Stiles wasn't sure how much Gerard had to do with that last one. Erica and Boyd had just wanted to change themselves and their situations and to belong somewhere for once and Derek had offered it to them, he had just left out a few key bits of information that left the two teens feeling lied to and betrayed. And Isaac…

Stiles let out a heavy sigh thinking about the curly-haired pup and the broody alpha he was somehow legally under the care of. Hale couldn't be more than four, maybe five, years older than the rest of them and less than a year before had been on Beacon Hill's Most Wanted list; and he had been entrusted with the care of an underage domestic abuse victim with an attitude problem and abandonment issues? Without even showing proof of a steady income or stable living conditions? Stiles didn't know how he had pulled it off but he figured the kid was probably safer with his Alpha than some family not in-the-know only taking him in for the state paycheck, so he was gonna just let that one be.

That left Lydia. His stunning strawberry-blonde goddess who swept in one day, with Jackson in tow, demanding answers. You couldn't really have Jackson (and apparently Allison) without Lydia Martin. And while before that would have made Stiles ecstatic at the idea of an excuse to spend time with the girl and maybe show her just how integral he, a squishy gangly human, had become in this mismatched group of gorgeous supernatural beings, now it made him sick to his stomach that even with the obvious evidence that she had to be something for the Bite to have not taken or killed her and the fact that she was essentially being courted by a member of the local forming pack, she still seemed to consider herself separate from their supernatural shenanigans. She was so so smart it made Stiles' head spin but gods she was being so infuriatingly dumb.

But that was all okay. Because he got humans for the most part. Humans were laughingly simple if you took the time to observe and break them down. Except humans who moonlighted as broody bossypants alphas with magic eyebrows that disappeared when they went all growly.

"I have no idea what the hell I'm doing."

Stiles scoffed and leaned back in his chair sidled up almost too close to the brooding alpha. Better too close to him than too close to said alpha's leering (undead?) uncle. He wished he knew a way to reverse whatever it was that Lydia had done to bring the creeperwolf back. "You're not a complete failwolf here Hale, just a bit rough around the edges. But we can't smooth them out if you-"

"You don't get it Stiles." Derek grits out and the younger boy's mouth snaps shut. He takes a deep breath and when he opens his eyes they're surrounded by a thin ring of glowing red and his fangs are starting to drop. His shoulders are tense and his hands keep clenching and releasing like he's squeezing a stress ball. "I was never meant to be an Alpha. If I was lucky Laura would have chosen me to be her Second, but even that happening was a long shot. I wasn't raised for leadership. Just wasn't made for it. I just-" He cuts himself off with a frustrated growl and pushes himself back from the table they had all gathered around.

Deaton raises a judgmental eyebrow with a low thoughtful hum and Argent lets out a sigh that speaks to his levels of exasperation and exhaustion as the young alpha broodily storms out of the room. But not Peter. Peter just chuckles and leans back in his seat with a lazy stretch as he looks around at the tired faces of those gathered.

"Well, that took longer than I expected."

"Could you just not right now Peter?" Stiles sighs. He gets up, making his way around the table towards the kitchen. Peter watches the usually spastic Spark as he putters about his nephew's new and surprisingly fully furbished kitchen, pulling out the fixings for coffee and tea and enough mugs for the men he had finally managed to coerce a 'formal' sit down with.

"Come now Spark, you can't tell me that you haven't been expecting something like that since he bit the first of his pups." Deaton and Chris sigh at his cheek but he grins at the low, almost wolf-like, growl he gets from the teenager as he digs through the refrigerator. "Although I suppose it could have been worse. At least my nephew seems to have moved on from his ridiculous 'anger for an anchor' phase and his damned guilt complex to something more stable to go along with his shiny new pack and those fresh bonds to keep him nice and grounded."

"Wait," Stiles tenses as Argent speaks up. The boy's back is not quite to the men seated at the worn table but still turned away enough they can't really see his face. "Are you telling me that Hale bit children while his anchor was fucking anger?" Peter sees the way Stiles took deep measured breaths and rolled his wrists, clenching his fists as the smell of ozone started to fill the room. He licks his lips. "And this is the man- the kid you expect us to be okay with running this territory?"

Deaton hums, turning to face Argent but his eyes resting on Stiles' tense shoulders just a moment too long, one hand trailing down to fiddle with a leather corded bracelet on his wrist. So that was where the smell of herbs and stale magic was coming from. "Though I share many of your reservations about Mr. Hale's driving logic behind his choice in Betas and his, still fairly relevant, issues concerning proper anchors and control. I must confess that he has shown more promise in the last few weeks than I had ever expected from him, especially considering how Talia used to worry over him before the fire."

Argent scoffs and Peter can feel the eye roll from here. "Excuse me if I don't take that as a shining recommendation for his Alpha potential."

"You should." Stiles' voice is low and dark and makes a delightful shiver roll down Peter's spine. He wonders if Argent felt it even as Deaton goes impossibly still and fiddles with that damned charm wrapped about his wrist. Stiles doesn't look at any of them as he picks the tray of refreshments he had put together up off the kitchen counter and turns to make his way back to the table. The druid pointedly does not look at the boy until he's taken a seat. "Druids tend to be cryptic, stubborn, almost possessive and territorial as wolves and overall, kinda petty. They like their 'balance' and their 'traditions' and generally dislike anything that disrupts the status quo too much. They're not likely to help anyone they don't have strong ties or sworn loyalties to or just offend their stuffy sensibilities. So that's the closest you're gonna get to a glowing endorsement from our good Dr. Deaton." His eyes flash almost Beta gold for a second as they rake over the three men. Long fingers wrap about a mug and clutch it close to his chest as he leans back in his chair, the piece of furniture creaking in protest at the teen's abuse of it's function. Peter waits until the boy takes his first sip before grabbing one of the mugs for himself. "Though I have to admit, a druid on a first name basis with the Alpha on who's territory they reside but no one else in the pack seemed to know? Reeks of an Emissary to me." Deaton's eyes are dull and bored but Peter can hear his heartrate spiking as Stiles' hands flex around his mug the smell of ozone spiking for a moment and steam begins to slowly rise from it before he takes a sip. The druid's fingers clench around his bracelet. "So that honestly raises a few questions for me. Questions that I told myself I wasn't going to ask while Derek was here because I'm not sure he's ready for the answers. Questions I probably shouldn't ask with zombiewolf in the room, but we've got Argent here if he decides to go Holy Vengeance mode again."

"I'm not entirely sure I wholly understand what you're implying Mr. Stilinski. Yes, I was Talia's Emissary and I handled most of the family's legal affairs after the fire, but I hardly see what questions that would raise that Derek cannot-"

"Alpha Hale." Stiles' voice is polite and his tone pleasant but his eyes are flashing again, his smile a little too much a baring of teeth to Peter's instincts.

"Excuse me?"

Stiles shrugs, "You're not Emissary anymore. Honestly, your loyalties are still undeclared far as I can tell. And you haven't approached the standing Alpha -Alpha of the pack you swore to serve and protect, mind you- to formally introduce yourself and petition for permission to continue your residence in his territory. At this point you, my dude, are kinda up there with Denethor. Technically someone of note but lookin' kinda power hungry and only out for your own gain overall but still 'civic-minded' and sticking to an advisory role enough to bear the argument that you do what you do for the people. Which I don't really buy, like, at all... So maybe more Wormtongue? Anyway, my point is that while Derek won't force the issue, I have no such qualms." His smile turns sharp and predatory. It makes Argent squirm and his scent go nervous sour and it makes something in Peter rise up in anticipation. "Druid Deaton, while you reside on Hale Land you will show Derek Hale the respect he is due as Alpha of this territory and a son of the Hale line. Your service to the family of Hale under Alpha Talia has been found lacking and -should you choose to remain- you are compelled to defend your actions leading up to and directly following the demise of your Alpha and her pack, whose safety you had been charged with."

Deaton's impassive façade begins to crack and his voice is strained as he almost sneers at the boy. "I don't know what you think you understand about this world you seem so intent on being a part of Mr. Stilinski but there are forces at work that are older than Beacon Hills and more powerful than even blood as old as the Hale's." Stiles' smile hasn't left his face, if anything it's just turned more smug. Argent is writing something in an old worn journal and Peter would laugh and make a joke at the idea of the man taking notes if he wasn't more focused on the (one-sided) power struggle. "This land is powerful and steeped in magic beyond even my comprehension. You are out of your depth boy. This isn't a game. Just who do you think you are to speak for Alpha Hale when he isn't here?"

Stiles chuckles and leans back in his chair, taking another drawn out drag of his still steaming drink. "I am Miecyslaw Casmir Stilinski, Spark and defender of Beacon County and member of the Hale Pack under Alpha Derek Hale." He smiles slow and sharp and the air around him grows heavy with the more and more familiar feeling of the boy's magic. Peter can feel when Deaton's little charm crumbles and gets swept away, leaving the Druid open to outside forces and magics. He can see when Stiles registers what just happened by the predatory glint in his eye. "My friends call me Stiles. But you, Druid Deaton, you may call me Emissary Hale."

[andromara]

Lydia: Hey, have you found Stiles yet?

Andromeda: No, I haven't.

Jackson: Isn't it kinda hard to go to an alpha-emissary meeting without, y'know, the emissary?

Andromeda: ...

Andromeda: Worry about your hair.