emissary

anonymous asked:

Caitlyn

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗 💗
(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

“You are definitely a beautiful woman.”

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💔
(how close a friend they consider them)

“Sadly, I do not know you, Sheriff. I believe I’ve only ever visited as an emissary.”

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗
(wanting to have sex with them)

“It makes me bashful to admit it, but perhaps a little.”

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗
(hoping for a romantic relationship)

“Well, maybe one day I will learn the courtship of Piltover, yet I wouldn’t dare to distract you from your vocation.”

💔 Non-existent
💗 Very low
💗💗 A little
💗💗💗 Hopeful
💗💗💗💗 High
💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

((I frickity-frackin’ love Caitlyn as a mun. She can step on me any day.))

Give me tattooed, badass emissary!Stiles who is always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong and saving the day and gruff yet charming, put upon Alpha!Derek who is always there to work with Stiles even if he complains about it even though he actually enjoys working with him.

They were never suppose to fall for each other, but somewhere between clearing out a nest of vampires and saving a pod of selkies from poachers they fell in love (well first they fell into bed together, but then they fell in love).

Emissary Stiles// This needs to happen. Stiles becomes emissary and finially puts that spark to use with a little help from his trusted baseball bat and the leftover shadow of the nogitsune. Tattooed head to toe in protection symbols. Plus one or two from his pack. Also this work inspired the hell out of me. Stiles as a bat wielding badass in Standinginanicedress ’s fic on AO3. As the Lights Go Down (62890 words)

bound by the wolf

So, all that talk of alpha/emissary bonds the other day produced this weird little thing: 

Emissary Stiles Stilinski returns to Beacon Hills to find that the Hale pack has been destroyed, except for Derek Hale.


Stiles Stilinski arrives back in Beacon Hills the week before his sixteenth birthday.

He is late.

His father picks him up from the bus station, and Stiles hugs him tiredly and tries not to notice how much older he looks. It’s been five years since Stiles saw him last. Five years since the family convinced John Stilinski that a trip to Poland was just what Stiles needed to get over his mother’s death, and just what John needed to sort himself out. Stiles remembers packing for a few weeks, but it’s been five years.

His dad no longer smells like whiskey.

He no longer smells like home either.

Stiles stares out the window of his dad’s cruiser at the familiar streets of Beacon Hills. Familiar, but somehow brand new. Things aren’t exactly how he remembers them. Sometime in the last five years his memories have faded, have cracked around the edges. They’re flawed. They’re false in entirely unimportant ways that make Stiles worry that maybe none of his memories can be trusted, and that everything he’s ever thought he knows is build on a shifting foundation of sand.

The fire hydrant is on the other side of the intersection than he remembers. The book store has a red awning, not a blue one. The house at the end of the street has two stories, not one. Tiny things, but a ball of anxiety sits heavily in his stomach. How can this be home when it didn’t even stick in his memory right?  

How can this be home when Stiles knows he speaks with a slight accent now? When sometimes the first word he thinks is Polish, not English. How can this be home when his dad steals glances at him like he’s a stranger?

Stiles is a stranger, and he is set on a stranger path than his dad could possibly know.

The house is the same as Stiles remembers, but the dimensions have shrunk. Stiles was ten when he packed a bag and went with his babcia.

It was only supposed to be for a few weeks.

“You remember the way to your room, right?” his dad asks him. His voice sounds like it’s close to cracking.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Stiles lifts his suitcase and carries up the stairs.

He passes through the ghost of a little boy dragging his the other way, thump thump thump all the way down.

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theinvisiblek  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you could update the emissary Stiles tag please? Love the blog!

thank youu

finding a shiny by tryslora (1/1 | 2,339 | G)

Derek takes his kids to the store to buy the new Pokémon game and finds something completely different.

I may have gotten kidnapped by faeries by florawrites (1/1 | 1,898 | G)

Derek was going to kill him.

He’d gotten himself captured yet again. This time, it was faeries—“We’re fae!”—and they weren’t joshing around. Listen, it wasn’t his fault, really, it wasn’t. He thought that if he could somehow come up with a peace treaty with the faeries without Derek knowing, then—maybe, just maybe—Derek would consider making him the pack emissary.

Or where Stiles gets kidnapped by faeries and Derek Hale, and the pack, come to save him.

Anchor by Ishtar12 (1/1 | 2,557 | NR)

Wolves aren’t the only ones that need an anchor.

Sounds Like Something Breaking by Stilienski (4/25 | 14,717 | R)

What if Laura became the alpha instead of Derek? Surely a lot of things would be handled better if the lives of a bunch of teenagers didn’t depend on an emotionally constipated Sourwolf. With Stiles on their side as a new but promising emissary, the pack has the potential to become stronger than ever.

But with hunters on one side, and some bad supernatural stuff on the other, the pack will have to fight tooth and nail to survive.

I Didn’t Know That I Was Starving (til I tasted you) by LadySlytherin (1/1 | 4,481 | R)

Derek - who lives in New York with his older sister, Laura - is back in Beacon Hills, visiting his parents and younger sister for Christmas, when everything changes. Cora invites friends over while their parents are visiting other family, Derek drinks something he didn’t know he shouldn’t have, and things get a little out of control.

Misunderstandings abound, secrets are spilled, and in the end all it takes to find happiness is being brave enough to reach out with both hands and never let go.

Stopgap by calrissian18 (1/1 | 6,000 | NC17)

Since the change in status—since putting Peter down like the wild dog he’d become—some of his finer, lycanthropic abilities have been… off. Hence this dubious trip into a remote patch of woods on the edge of town.

A Crown of Mistletoes and Laughter by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf) (1/1 | 3,538 | PG13)

Stiles had been content to work towards studying to become a Druid and taking up his parents’ mantle as the ambassador for and guardian of the Hale Kingdom’s South Border. He thought his life was set.

…But then, Derek and his children happened in his life.

How do you get a werewolf to leave you alone? (throw a ball and yell fetch) by holygolightly (1/1 | 5,986 | NR)

And that’s how Stiles got here; using his magic powers to play fetch with his actual wolf boyfriend on their special new moon dates.

Who knew they’d have Gerard fucking Argent to thank for this?

Concept: it turns out that the Old Forest Road is not, in fact, safe because it’s blessed - it’s because the Ancient and Terrible Guardians of the Woods had a bad breakup a few hundred years back, and the road is the dividing line between Her Half of the Woods and My Half of the Woods.

(They’ll occasionally try to trick travelers into acting as emissaries of their endless snarky bullshit. Don’t fall for it; it never ends well for anyone involved.)

_Stiles, your opinion is important, but I told you to keep your comments on other Alpha’s “douchbagness” for yourself, at least until they’re gone

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Truthfully I just felt like some tattooed/emissary/bamf!Stiles, Boyd as Derek’s second, and Pack feels :3 It got out of hand and now it’s a (sort of) mafia!au where Stiles sings Britney’s Criminal all day long :D

29 mars 2015