#emmisary!stiles

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@eternalsterekrecs

Hey!

Quick question for anyone who remembers:

Does anyone remember a fic (I'm 99% sure it's Sterek) where Stiles has magic, and his bat is enchanted and he gets kidnapped with a bus full of people?

[jmeelee]

Madcap Midwinter

Cup, Deliver, Hope (12/24/2018)

The whole pack hopes and prays that Stiles will join Deaton in Europe for the winter solstice celebrations next year, but for now he’s taken to his role as emissary with typical Stilinski zeal, all over Derek’s house.

“You have to do something,” Isaac moans when fairies deliver more evergreen boughs to their front door. “I can’t weave another wreath, Derek.” He cups his stained hands, holding them up for Derek to inspect. “My fingers are permanently covered in sap.”

“I think you’re mistaking one sticky substance for another!” Stiles sniggers as he carries the branches into the living room.

Dish, Knock, Back (12/26/2018)

“I won’t do it,” Derek says, clutching the tiny red, green and white striped towel to his waist. He shivers, despite the flames licking the magicked log in the fireplace.

“Get your tight ass in there. It’s tradition,” Stiles hisses on Yuletide Eve, pointing at the ancient clawfoot tub filled with steaming water and fifty fresh oranges. Even the soap in the soapdish is citrus scented.

“It’s actually pretty nice,” Kira chimes from the kitchen, where she’s knocking back wassail and munching swiss rolls Stiles has painstakingly garnished with tree sprinkles and cinnamon red hots. “Kind of like a spa.”

Hurl, Weapon, Pull (12/28/2018)

Dawn breaks, ending the longest night. He finds Stiles alone on the porch steps.

“I went overboard,” Stiles hurls the words at Derek’s feet, tugging his coat tightly around him, a weapon against the frosty air. “I just wanted my first solstice as your emissary to be perfect.”

Derek sits beside him, shoulders touching. “You know the best thing about traditions? We can make our own.”

“So, less oranges? No midnight candle lighting ceremony? Nix the pentagram?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Derek says, pulling Stiles’ smiling face toward his own, and looking forward to a future of brighter days, together.

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