rabid1st

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... )

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... )

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... )

I really don't understand people who don't like music vids. Unless they are looking at bad ones on YouTube. I love me some musical montage. And some of our fandom vidders are the most amazing, creative people alive.

To kick off my Vividcon appreciation, I found this SPN vid today by butterfly. It is SPN. It is Destiel. It is Charlie and Dean as AU siblings. It is hilarious and cool. And a good reminded about why Destiel is such a presistent ship. It's not my thing, but I can't deny it is in the canon, given this uses lots of canon footage to good effect. None of that splicing of scenes to get an AU point across.

keswindhover check it out. It's from the one episode you saw of SPN! So, you can relate to it, too.



More Vividcon under this cut...( Read more... )

Until talitha78 makes me a Sterek vid, I believe this one is going to be my favorite vid for the show.

I've been trying to convince those of you who are not down with the Teen Wolf crack, yet, that it is the best thing ever.

Maybe this look at the angst ridden lives of our wolf pack members will inspire you to make your way through the first few episodes of S1 to the good stuff. You have to watch it all though, because, more than any other show, this one really does throwback to every single episode. Jeff Davis writes convoluted in ways that should make Moff hang his head in shame.

BONDING RITES
By Rabid1st
Teen Wolf – Derek/Stiles
Rating: Explicit/Mature
Beta Babes Birthsister and elsecarlass
Author’s Note: See Part 1 for notes
Warnings: Most sex acts possible between two men. Not kinky or dom/sub, but explicit.
Summary: Set a year or so in the future, Stiles is about to turn eighteen and is training to be an Emissary, He’s learned that there are certain rituals he needs to perform in order to be bonded to his pack. Derek agrees to help with his initiation. Panic and hilarity and some sexy times ensue.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is a world unto itself. I am only playing with the characters for my own amusement. No copyright infringement is intended.

PART ONE: http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/402669.html


PART TWO

The next day, Stiles sat down at his customary lunchroom table with a tray overflowing with food. He'd just stuffed a handful of tater tots into his face, when Lydia dropped into the chair across from him. His throat closed, as it usually did around her, leaving him no way to empty his mouth. He reached for napkins.( Read more... )

First, my Teen Wolf - Sterek, PWP is back from the beta babes and only awaits my time and attention to comma correction. Second, I am so happy that last night's episode underscored the themes for my fic, perfectly.

Me and my speculating buddies have been batting 1000 so far this season. And, typically of this show...when I'm wrong about something...I don't think my idea was better. Jeff has better idea than me.

I mean...come on...how rare is that, you guys? Jeff Davis sends me on this happy dance of speculation, and fic creation, and then...he delivers something that while it doesn't surprise me...isn't what I thought, either.

My buddy Jenn was right about a major thing, and so were a lot of other people, but I didn't agree. And then, Jeff and company write it and I think...no...that's a better idea, Jeff. Good job. I might be in love with a headwriter...at long last.
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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,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

So, this year I'm watching Teen Wolf in real time. This means I will probably be jonesing for the next episode all the time. But, at least, we have a full season...does that mean we have a good, solid storyline?

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