OK ok Steter thoughts?
But what if Stiles was a Raven (in any fashion, but important that some people know and call him by nicknames referring to it)
And Peter tells him, "Stiles, I need you to give So-and-so a message today on your way to work."
Stiles rolls his eyes and grumbles, but agrees.
Later on, So-and-So gets ahold of Peter: "Look, I know I shouldn't have mocked your love of Game of Thrones but if you keep sending me messages exclusively '... by Raven!!' I swear I'll—"
".. BY RAVEN?!!?"
Stiles yells as he walks in the room. "Seriously, Peter?" Pausing to think, said Raven then shrugs and looks ridiculously clever somehow in a way Peter hasn't quite figured out the mechanics for. "Well, you're not wrong, Wolf."
The next morning, Peter wakes up with bits of ribbons in his hair and with his blanket-clad body completely covered in an absolute horde of coins, buttons, glycine candy wrappers, sample size ice cream spoons in a multitude of colors, countless bits of tumbled glass and 'are these twist-ties?? Safety-pins? what the...? Did the Sheriff's Department have a single toy badge left in the entire County?!?"
But what really takes the cake are the handfuls of slightly crumpled origami wolves folded from metallic wrapping paper that Stiles had shoved into the coffee pot.
Peter barely rescued them before they drowned.
Well, most of them.
Well, some of them.
Hey, he tried, alright?
When Stiles finally gets home, he's greeted by shiny new Mason jars and glass containers of all sizes full of his gifts, all sorted into categories by color and type. But what really takes the cake is the tiny little clothesline Peter hung over the sink, damp paper wolves drying all in a row. All attached to the line with gorgeous, gleaming paperclips around a small note that simply reads, "I got your message."
Well, he certainly hoped so. He knows how it was delivered.