Life_Caretaker

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/204919776#work_endnotes

wbu moots?

(listing some here but anyone can reply- have too many moots lol)

@theplanz @alien-in-washington @etherealpandajuggernaut @doodling-peeps @not-a-spider

@crazysnor1ax @totallylikenotzilly @spectaroacha @galionne-vibin

well… just some water really. it and milk are the only liquids i care for.

Cuz the rouge wolf would want the female for mating purposes and will try not to kill her and the girl knows that so she puts herself at the place where the wolf would aim to kill her partner.

I wonder if stiles would ever do something similar with Derek.

Like in an AU where mates are real and they are mates, stiles would step between Derek's chest/ stomach / throat area during arguments with other packs that could turn threatening but haven't yet.

And it has the uncanny ability to make the ones being aggressive to Derek to step back and not attack.

Just like the wolves recognizing this is a mate and shouldn't be attacked because they aren't who I kill to gain power and stepping off.

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Derek, who is standing still, hands gripping absently at the air, shaking his head in displeasure just trying to get a word in with this particularly ornery alpha who can't seem to shut up and is being particularly biligerant is really wearing down his nerves.

But Stiles is right there with a steady heartbeat and calming aura. He scents like kitchen spices in the fall, all cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, etc. Telegraphing his own frustration, but otherwise he's unbotherd, but this alpha performs a beta shift, trying to intimidate Derek into what he's not quite sure of, but Stiles is moving.

He inserts himself between Derek and the rival alpha a finger pressed to the rival alphas chest as he glares, Stiles has got a mean sneer on his face and all the rival alpha can manage to do is step back a little in shock.

Stiles presses back against Derek's chest, maybe to herd him away, get him to step back, but their hieght difference is perfect, and Stiles's waves brush the underside of Derek's jaw.

It's isntsinct then, the wolf in Derek prowlling too close to the surface because "Mate is protecting us. So perfect. Our mate." Etcetera grating on Derek's nerves more because now the other alpha is a threat.

He leans into Stiles, chest pressed into shoulder blades, jaw rested on fluffy spikes of hair, hands sliding up to Stiles's hips not to move but to claim, eyes flashing, dangerous.

His mate is protecting him, his mate---

But Stiles isn't his mate they have never talked about it. It's a complete coincidence that Stiles saw Derek as a safe space to lean into. Standing up for him. He's Stiles's alpha, sure, but the human doesn't know what he's doing. It's just an explicit show of trust. Maybe even vulnerability.

That doesn't mean Derek's inner wolf doesn't claw at his remaining reserve of patience with sonnets about the human in their arms.

The rival alpha backs off from there, maybe not interested in Stiles, maybe notcing the threat in Derek's eyes for what it is or noticing the way Stiles's bat isn't far wrapped in barbed wire, maybe soaked with wolfsbane.

The discussions of borders continue.

Derek doesn't speak on the wolf-ie implications of Stiles guarding his neck.

It pisses me off cause I've seen authors abandoned or delete their fics because of this.

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