christycorr: Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon) (*o.o*)
Christy Corr ([personal profile] christycorr) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2012-11-15 12:01 am
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The Alexandrian Solution by Bexless (NC-17)

Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Length: 5,317 words
Author on LJ: no username specified
Author Website: AO3 profile
Why this must be read:

Oh, wow, it actually took me almost half the month to rec a knotting fic? I wasn't avoiding them on purpose, but I might as well kick off this particular trend with a fic that's all about knotting.

See, Teen Wolf mania hit fandom precisely when knotting and alpha/beta/omega fics were absolutely everywhere, and it just so happened that Teen Wolf, with as-of-yet undescribed werewolf dicks and canon a/b/o dynamics (though, uh, not quite as fandom tends to describe them), was simply ripe to welcome fandom and its latest pet tropes with open arms. (It was very, very difficult not to make a dirty pun here. For the record.) The dust has pretty much settled now—Christ, I haven't seen an a/b/o fic in ages—but knotting has lingered, mostly as a background thing that's often accepted as happening but not overly dwelled upon, in several canon 'verse TW fics.

In this fic, Derek has a knot, but he doesn't know about it until it makes a surprise appearance while he's having sex with Stiles. It's a downright hilarious fic, awesomely in character, endearingly awkward, and pretty much guaranteed to make you laugh. (I mean, Stiles calls Derek tripod. See also: "Do you think anything else is going to happen to your dick? Maybe it's evolving into something else! Like a Pokémon!")

If you happen to not know what knotting is...bless. I'd strongly recommend not Googling it. (Seriously, trust me on that one.) Fanlore to the rescue!

Stiles shuts up, and drops his gaze so his eyes are fixed on the same thing as Derek's: his dick.

Derek's dick. Not Stiles' dick. Stiles' dick has suffered its first ever case of stage fright in the face of such an intimidating co-star, and is currently safely hidden under the pillow Stiles had pulled into his lap while he was scrambling back against the headboard to get away from...that.

"Seriously," he says, still staring. "You couldn't warn a guy?"

"I told you," Derek grits out, hands on his hips. He's still staring down at his crotch. "I didn't know."


The Alexandrian Solution