crack_van | I Know I'm a Mess You Don't Want to Clean Up by lielabell (Explicit)

Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Erica Reyes/Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes/Jackson Whittemore (implied Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski)
Length: 5-10,000 (second chapter is just an edited version of the first for the Teen Wolf fanfic contest)
Author on LJ:

lielabell or

lielabellfic
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read:

Finding Teen Wolf fic that doesn't feature the fandom OTP is hard, but this fic is worth it (and Derek and Stiles still get a little attention for you diehards). It's a great look at Erica's thought process after the bite when we were all cringing at her overblown femme-fatale strutting. I really love Erica and Lydia and I relish any fic that gives them the screen time they deserve. While this is very Erica-centric, Lydia has some great lines as she drops by to give Erica advice like a badassery guru. Because while Erica may have acquired fangs and claws, Lydia is still HBIC.

Aside for all of the great character development, there is simply not enough femmeslash around to pass up a well-written fic when some lovely reccer drops it in your lap for you. Erica's mixed feelings toward Lydia, who is someone she admires and hates and wants all at once, gives the relationship some edges, but the sex is hot and there is some sweetness there to soothe the sting.

"They aren't here," Lydia says like she can read Erica's mind. She takes a delicate sniff, and then gives Erica one of her sweetest smiles. "My, my. Don't you smell nice." She leans forward a little, moving into Erica's personal space and fuck. There goes Erica's pulse, jumping like mad.

Lydia's smile goes a bit feral and she laughs.

"Fuck you," Erica hisses at her, feeling her wolf starting to come out. "Just, fuck you."

"Oh, don't you wish," Lydia replies, pushing back from the table, her meal no where near finished. "Like I said, sweetie, you are trying too hard. You aren't going to catch anything but trouble, you keep that up." And then she winks, she fucking winks, before walking away.

And Erica, goddamn her fucking life, can't help but watch as she does.

I Know I'm a Mess You Don't Want to Clean Up