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ANNIVERSARIES
by Rabid1st
Teen Wolf – Sterek
Rating: Explicit
Spoilers: None – Set in the future.
Warnings: Light bondage, role playing, versatile M/M sex, anger/jealous sex, supernaturally rough sex, but no non-con or injury.
Words: 12000
BetaBabe: Birthsister
Summary: A sort of explicit coda for Counting the Hours. Derek bottoms for the first time. And then, gets very comfortable with the process over a number of years.
Disclaimer: Obviously, this is not sanctioned by anyone having anything to do with Teen Wolf. I'm just playing with Jeff Davis' characters and making them smutty for my own amusement. Sorry about that, Jeff.

Here is a sample... )


Find it on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1067773
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Title: Rise Above
Author: Rabid1st
Rating: Mature
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Derek/Stiles
Warning(s): Unhappy stuff. Arguments. Harsh Language. M/M sex.
Spoiler(s): AU S3b no spoilers in this part. Some in earlier parts.
Beta Babes: Birthsister
Word Count: 44,000 total
Summary: Derek and Stiles have their first real date. They deal with Derek's nervousness over making love to a man. And Stiles' nervousness about everything. Lack of experience cramps their style, but they manage to work through it all and really know that they belong together. Stand by for the fluffy finale. Or as one reviewer put it LOL! Derek and Stiles finally get their shit straight and the sex was smoking!

Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and these characters are not mine. This fic represents fair use for fan purposes.

In a time of treason, is there room for trust? Is there time for reason or has your heart had enough? Is it time to let go and rise above? And you say rise above, open your eyes on love.


Here's a random sample )

Just the last part on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1022239/chapters/2119407

Or the entire work on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1022239?view_full_work=true
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Title: Rise Above
Author: Rabid1st
Rating: Mature
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Derek/Stiles
Warning(s): Unhappy stuff. Arguments. Harsh Language. M/M sex.
Spoiler(s): AU S3b no spoilers in this part. Some in earlier parts.
Beta Babes: Birthsister & Elsecarlass
Word Count: 24629
Summary: The Wooing Posse gets to work in hopes of countering the spell Stiles cast to counter the Blood Bond he and Derek share. Derek gets mellow. Stiles gets some insight. And there’s a puppy involved.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and these characters are not mine. This fic represents fair use for fan purposes.

In a time of treason, is there room for trust? Is there time for reason or has your heart had enough? Is it time to let go and rise above? And you say rise above, open your eyes on love.

Here's a sample... )

Find it at AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1022239/chapters/2105174
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Title: Rise Above
Author: Rabid1st
Rating: Mature
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Derek/Stiles
Warning(s): Unhappy stuff. Arguments, misunderstandings and pain.
Spoiler(s): AU S3b no spoilers in this part. Some in earlier parts.
Beta Babes: Birthsister & Elsecarlass
Word Count: 30000 total
Summary: After Derek is severely injured, Stiles can’t forgive himself. He finds a spell to break their bond. The spell has a nasty backlash and Derek is determined to put an end to it. But will Stiles resist his every attempt to reconnect? How far will Derek go to restore them both to sanity?
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and these characters are not mine. This fic represents fair use for fan purposes.

In a time of treason, is there room for trust? Is there time for reason or has your heart had enough? Is it time to let go and rise above? And you say rise above, open your eyes on love.



The dreams returned. Did they ever. Night after night, restful sleep eluded Stiles. His nails were ragged stubs, chewed to the quick. His hands trembled. The world blurred around him. Voices hummed past, meaningless in his ears. The uneasy dead of Beacon Hills haunted him. His mom. Derek's sister, Laura. Erica and Boyd and Heather. Even Jennifer Blake put in an appearance or two. Every time he closed his eyes someone burned. He woke up sweating and shaking. But his lack of rest hardly mattered in the face of Derek's horrific injuries. Stiles pushed on through sleepless nights and droning lectures at school. He prayed for Derek’s recovery, watched over him as he healed. Stiles could endure emotional pain. He'd done so most of his life. But, he couldn't reconcile himself to Derek’s scars or their cause. To lose a loved one was hard enough. To believe it was your fault? He'd already been through that once. Never again. Driven from home on the first night of the full moon cycle, he headed for the Argent’s determined to do whatever it took to break the Iron Bond.

FIND IT ON AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1022239
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SKIN ON SKIN
by Rabid1st
TeenWolf – Sterek
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Word Count: 5200 this part...about 15,000 total.
Warnings: M/M Sex. Violence. Triggering for noncon touching. Actually Dubcon in places. Underage (Stiles is 17 yoa). This is not rough sex kink, but the interaction is confusing for both men. Bottom!Derek is not a submissive. Not that there is anything wrong with that, Alphas can be submissive. But he is just needy here.
Beta Babes:Elsecarlass & Birthsister
Spoilers: Set in theoretical S4, some implications through S3a
Summary: Blind!Derek fic. When Derek is sprayed by a wereskunk he is blinded, deafened and left without his sense of smell. He shifts and becomes unmanageable. Stiles is the only one that can help him. The sensory deprivation has some astounding effects on Derek as he gives in to exploring taste and texture. He wants Stiles. Stiles wants him. The non-con parts of this fic are based on Stiles trying not to surrender to their mutual desire. It is not good timing for Stiles and so he resists.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and all of the characters belong to someone else, MTV or Jeff Davis or assorted parent companies. I write this for the amusement of myself and other fans of the show and expect no compensation beyond fandom feels.

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/975296/chapters/1942021

PART THREE

Oh, sweet, sweet Stiles. We should definitely stop wasting time. I could live for a hundred years and never get enough of you. Derek smiled. It felt strange. When had smiling become alien to him? For a second or two he entertained the idea of being happy again. He could visualize exactly how Stiles looked. He'd have his chin tucked in, those brandy-colored eyes peering up from beneath heavy brows, full lips parted. Derek missed that look, like he missed moonlight and stars. He couldn't imagine never seeing it again. When had he fallen in love with that face? It hadn’t been at first sight.Read more... )
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SKIN ON SKIN
by Rabid1st
TeenWolf – Sterek
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Word Count Probably going to 15,000 at the end.
Warnings: Violence. Triggering for noncon. Actually Dubcon. Underage (Stiles is 17 yoa).
Beta Babes: Elsecarlass & Birthsister
Spoilers: Set in theoretical S4, some implications through S3a
Summary: Stiles takes a Blind!Derek home after they are pretty much outed to everyone. Established Stiles/Lydia relationship. Established Derek/Stiles friendship.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and all of the characters belong to someone else, MTV or Jeff Davis or assorted parent companies. I write this for the amusement of myself and other fans of the show and expect no compensation beyond fandom feels.

Author's Notes: Pressing on with this fic by popular demand. No longer a one shot. It is finished. Final part at the betas. As for the warnings...this is NOT a fic about noncon sex. We find Stiles trying to help Derek and getting mixed messages--from Derek and his own heart. I can see how the rough play in this, the violent persuasion, might trigger someone who has experienced real non-con. This isn't as serious as it might appear outside the world of Teen Wolf. Derek can do a lot of damage if he's unrestrained. He's being as gentle as his wobbly fight or flight instincts allow him to be. He doesn't mean to be hurtful. At all. He's just not a good communicator. And he is a werewolf. And he wants Stiles. Derek is a very dominant receiver. The threats are posturing. In other words, you have to consider his inner anxieties.

PART TWO

Find it on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/975296/chapters/1936229

Stiles opened his blue tooth connection to tell Scott they were coming out. Then, he steered Derek through the door and across the hanger-like space of the main warehouse. Full of questions, the others rushed at them when they appeared. Derek shrank away from the fresh air and a multitude of vibrations. Running feet coming at him made him crouch low. He called out to Stiles but his words morphed into an inhuman snarl. His fangs appeared and he tensed for a defensive spring. Stiles felt his heart stutter. He dropped into an instinctively protective posture. If Derek bolted he could be seriously injured, even killed, by traffic or a fall into the river. He could kill someone.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Stiles yelled, down on one knee to shelter Derek even as he threw a hand up, warding off the closing pack. “Stop! Everybody stop!”Read more... )
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SKIN ON SKIN
by Rabid1st
TeenWolf – Sterek
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 3150
Beta Babes: MIA for this one
Spoilers: Set in theoretical S4, some implications through S3a
Summary: When Derek is sprayed by a wereskunk only Stiles can help him. Established Stiles/Lydia relationship. Established Derek/Stiles friendship.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and all of the characters belong to someone else, MTV or Jeff Davis or assorted parent companies. I write this for the amusement of myself and other fans of the show and expect no compensation beyond fandom feels.

Download it from AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/975296

Stiles nearly jumped out of his skin when the steel door slammed behind him. One of the two buckets he toted splashed V-8 across his sneakers, soaking them through. Great. Just wonderful. He sat the buckets down and glanced around, but couldn't see much in the windowless gloom. As he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, he tried to steady his heartbeat. His pulse felt erratic. A long low growl to his left put an end to his attempts to relax.
Read more... )
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Title: Sex & Candy
Author: Rabid1st
Rating: Mature
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Derek/Stiles, Sheriff Stilinski, Chris Argent
Warnings:Trauma, Sexual Situations, Dubcon (not intentionally, but it triggered someone).
Spoiler(s): None. Set in an AU version of 3b
Word Count: 8900
Beta Babes: Elsecarlass and Birthsister
Summary: Derek is severely injured and needs some loving care. Will he retreat into himself or will he turn to his bond mate for comfort? And what about Stiles? Why is he suddenly rejecting Derek's advances? Fluff/Angst, Hurt/Comfort and some romantic smut.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and these characters are not mine. This fic represents fair use for fan purposes.

At AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/968321

Derek Hale had never laughed so much in his entire life. His face hurt, skin stretched to the point of stinging, and he could barely catch his breath. Read more... )
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Title: I Know, I Know, I Know
Author: Rabid1st
Rating: Mature
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Derek/Stiles, Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia Martin
Warning(s): M/M foreplay
Spoiler(s): Set at the start of Season3b, speculation from the 3b Sneak Peek on Revelations
Word Count: 4700
Summary: Part 3 of the There It Is series. Derek and Stiles are fighting their attraction. Things heat up in Beacon Hills when Ethan hooks up with an exchange student. Stiles learns that Derek is haunting gay bars and they share their first kiss. Stiles insists on knowing why this is happening.
Author's Note:Song references for those who like the multi-media experience.
Alone Together by Fall Out Boy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=996nDRrFa64
Love More by Chris Brown http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQikGpSNG1I
Ain't No Sunshine by Jimmy Lindsay http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Opmgum_08Bg

Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and these characters are not mine. This fic represents fair use for fan purposes.

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/951048

My heart is like a stallion
they love it more when it's broken.


Stiles loved Fall Out Boy, but they were currently playing havoc with his spying plans. He couldn't hear anything above their pounding beat. It echoed off his rib cage. The bartender, four feet away, might as well be on the moon for all the notice he'd taken of their questions. Stiles needed to get Scott closer to the couple they were shadowing or this whole evening would be a bust. He tried to convey this desire to Scott via pantomime and shouting.

“What?” Scott yelled, a few inches from Stiles' ear.

Read more... )
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Title: Words With Friends
Author: Rabid1st
Rating: Teen
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Derek/Stiles, Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia Martin
Warning(s): Nothing yet
Spoiler(s): Set at the start of Season3b, speculation from the 3b Sneak Peek on Revelations
Word Count: 5300
Summary: Sheriff Stilinki and Derek Hale have some bonding time. This is a fluffy, pre-slash story. Stiles can't sleep. He's been having bad dreams. Derek comes home and finds Stiles sleeping in his bed. Some embarrassing revelations drive Derek and Stiles to talk things out with others.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and these characters are not mine. This fic represents fair use for fan purposes.

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/949668
On LJ: http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/405729.html


Use your words, Derek!

Stiles wasn't the first person to remark on Derek's reticence when it came to speaking his mind. Read more... )
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Title: There It Is
Author: Rabid1st
Rating: Teen
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Derek/Stiles
Warning(s): Angsty Suffering with bad dreams
Spoiler(s): Set at the start of Season3b, speculation from the 3b Sneak Peek on Revelations
Word Count: 4300
Summary: This is a fluffy, pre-slash story. Stiles can't sleep. He's having bad dreams. Derek comes home and finds Stiles sleeping in his bed.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and these characters are not mine. This fic represents fair use for fan purposes.

At LiveJournal: http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/404963.html

At AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/938187


There it is, Stiles thought as he pulled open Derek's door.

A slight puff of air wafted by his nose carrying the whiff of lemongrass and lavender and something woodsy. Most werewolves couldn't abide the chemically saturated products found in every supermarket. They always went organic. Many, also, went fragrance free. But not Derek. He didn't have an inconspicuous bone in his hot, leather clad body. So, of course, he had commissioned eau de Derek. Read more... )
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CROW WOMAN
by Rabid1st
Teen Wolf Ficlet
Rating: Everybody
Spoilers: None that I know of...except it is set in S3, after episode 8.
Summary: In a comment to my last post,[livejournal.com profile] elsecarlass, who let me borrow the icon to the right, suggested to me that Lydia might be a Banshee. And that led me to the lore of The Morrigan. And this little ficlet. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: You know I don't own anything connected with Teen Wolf. So, this is just for my amusement.


Lydia's auburn hair spilled across her shoulder as she bent over Deaton's examination table to study the book he'd cracked open on it. A puff of dust rose from the binding. Lydia rubbed her nose and blinked. The edges of the brittle, yellowed pages flaked. She could barely make out the words on them. But a stark, pen and ink illustration showed an ugly old woman surrounded by crows. Her head was tilted back and her mouth gaped. A corpse lay twisted at her feet, a boy run through with a spear.

“I see why they call her the crone woman.”

“Crow,” Deaton corrected, gently. “Though she often appeared as a hag or crone.”

“And I never do,” Lydia said, straightening to glare daggers at Stiles. “I should slap you for suggesting I resemble her. This woman needs a spa day. Or month. Deep moisture won't do it. Definitely botox. And a wardrobe consultant.”

“Will you focus,” Stiles said. “We think this is what you are. A Banshee.”

“And I don't see it. Not even when I'm ninety-five,” Lydia said, dismissively as she daintily dusted off her hands. “I would never wear a duvet toga.”

“Her appearance is deceptive,” Deaton said. “She can take on any form, shape-shift, though generally she is a human female. She's been a crow. A cow.”

“Oh, a cow. Much better.”

“It is her powers that are important.”

“Right. My superpower is screaming? Someone dies a horrible death and I scream,” Lydia said, her nose wrinkling in distaste. “Like some kind of horror film cliché? Do I, also, have inappropriately timed sex and throw aside perfectly useful weapons as I run away from the killer?”

“You're a harbringer. You harbring...stuff.” Stiles cast a pleading glance at Deaton. “Tell her.”

“Mostly death,” Deaton said. “The Banshee foretells death. But, also, vital changes in circumstances. The weather. Power. Kings.”

“Alphas,” Stiles added. “That's why Deucalion wants you on his side.”

“Because then he can't lose?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“That's ridiculous,” Lydia said, slamming the book closed. “So I scream and he knows someone is going to die. Big deal. What good does that do him? I forecast a change in the weather? Doesn't he have Channel 6 news for that?”

“I thought you would be behind this,” Stiles said. “If ever there was anyone who would be happy to be worshiped as a goddess, I thought it would be you.”

“Goddess? What? Nobody mentioned worship.”

“The Banshee is one of the forms of The Morrigan,” Deaton said. “She is the Celtic Goddess of Battle and Strife.”

“They got the strife part right,” Stiles muttered.

He reached for the book, sliding it across the table. He paged through the leather bound tome until he found another drawing. This one, Lydia saw, depicted a much more attractive woman, leading a brawny soldier along by one arm. Stiles spun the book back to face her as he stabbed a finger down on the picture.

“She decides the fate of kings. She confounds men's minds. Leads them to victory. Or, you know, their doom. Sound familiar? Remember how Jackson could not lose on the lacrosse field.”

“Don't talk to me about Jackson. Maybe he just practiced a lot.”

"What about when Derek's pack surrounded Scott's house? You were on our side and we won against overwhelming odds."

"I'm going with...Derek's incompetent. And I wasn't so much on your side, more like completely out of the loop." Lydia sucked in her bottom lip and tilted her head, as she considered a passage on the page. “It says I have followers. Lawless, savage young men who do my bidding?”

“Yeah,” Stiles said, “They're called Freshman.”

“It is said she commands a band of youthful warriors who live on the outskirts of civilized society.”

“Like I said, Freshmen.”

“Bring me a Gucci tote,” Lydia intoned, pretending to command a throng. “And all three Jonas brothers.”

“Oh, my God,” Stiles groaned. “And I don't mean that in any worshipful sense.”

“We will not be worshiping you,” Deaton informed her.

“Because that would so go to your head,” Stiles said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It would,” Deaton agreed. “And no doubt lead to more trouble than any of us can imagine. But we do need to know who's side you are on in the coming fight. You mustn't be swayed by Aiden. We want to make sure we have secured your---favor.”

“I don't see how you are going to do that without appropriate sacrifices,” Lydia said.

“Sacrifices?” Stiles squeaked. "Ego check on aisle twelve."

“I'm kidding,” Lydia said, rolling her eyes. “Can't a Goddess make a joke? Besides, I can buy my own designer bags. And Aiden is so last Wednesday.”

“Really? It's over? You and Aiden?”

“Like the Mayan Apocalypse...and gel tips. He left me for dead. That's frowned upon in Goddess circles.”

“You're a circle of one.”

Ignoring Stiles, she waved a hand carelessly in the air, as if drying her nails. “Fine. You have my blessing. Get out there on the battlefield and maim the other guys. Go Team Scott.”

“Is that it? Is that enough?” Stiles glanced from Lydia to Deaton.

Deaton shrugged. “She's my first Battle Goddess. I don't have any operating instructions.”

All three of them jumped as thunder cracked outside. A transformer blew with a shower of purple sparks. The resulting electrical surge turned the overhead fluorescents into strobe lights. Shadows danced on the walls like frenzied pagans. A second bolt of lightning silhouetted a crow pecking at the window. The bird screeched.

Lydia had gone pale, but she shook off her fright. “See? I always back the winner,” she said, trying for aplomb. Turning on her heel, she started for the door, only to halt and look over her shoulder at Deaton. “Hmmm. I guess I really do have some power.”

Deaton and Stiles exchanged sidelong glances. Neither of them looked particularly reassured. The electrical disturbances followed Lydia out the door, seeming to flow after her. As she exited the building, the lights came back on at full strength.

“Holy Nevermore! What have we unleashed on Beacon Hills, now?”

The End

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