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First Dates, Heat Waves, and Popsicles
simon vs quinn
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Bruh…
I’m an adult. I can handle this.
Casting Jason Mamoa as Aquaman has been nothing short than absolutely genius.
Draco: a little higher
Crabbe: i'm trying but-
Draco: HIGHER!
Crabbe: your shoe is digging into my palm!
Goyle: yeah, Draco, *struggles* you're a lot heavier than you used to be
Draco: *pauses and looks down, offended*
Draco: hang on. are you two calling me fat?
Crabbe: wha-
Goyle: course not! we just-
Theo: he's coming!
Draco: shit!! never mind. we'll talk about this later. get me up into the tree! hurry!
Draco: *gets situated in time to play it cool*
Harry:
Draco: WHY SO TENSE, POTTER?!
Harry:
Draco: >:(
Harry:
Draco: my father and i have a bet, you see...
Harry:
Draco: i don't think you're gonna last ten minutes in this tournament
Harry: *finally acknowledges Draco*
Draco: :D !
Harry: ...
Draco: *flirty ferret jumps down from the tree*
Draco: he disagrees. he thinks you won't last five!
Harry: i don't give a DAMN what your father thinks, Malfoy!
Draco: :O ????? wait.
Harry: he's vile, and cruel... and you're just pathetic.
Draco: pathetic?!
Harry: *walks away*
Draco: :( ?
Blaise: damn, dude
Pansy: well... there's always next time...
Draco: shut up! this is your fault!
Pansy: MY FAULT?!
Draco: YOU SAID IF I WOULD JUST ADMIT THAT I'M ACTUALLY ROOTING FOR HIM-
Pansy: TEN MINUTES, DRACO???
Draco: I FLAT OUT TOLD HIM TO HIS STUPID FACE HOW I BELIEVED IN HIM DOUBLE THE AMOUNT THAT MY FATHER WAGERED!!! WHAT MORE COULD HE POSSIBLY WANT FROM ME??? IT ISN'T MY FAULT HIS SKULL HAPPENS TO BE THICKER THAN HIS ARSE!!!
Crabbe: woah, what
Goyle: what
Theo: hold on
Blaise: back up
Moody: wtf lol
McGonagall: wasn't here. didn't hear anything.
Harry: wait, what
Draco: what
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I realize I drew the Bi Pride Flag two different ways but… well, that joke writes itself.
This is a story about a little thing, and some big things. I have lots more on Patreon! I love you. Happy Pride.
For clauxx, Happy Valentines Day! I present you with art and this little ficlet <3<3
This Is Not The Best Day Ever
“It’s raining,” Derek says, voice low and disappointed and almost apologetic because he’s ridiculous. Ridiculous.
“I know, isn’t it great?” Stiles says with a happy sigh.
They walk up over the gentle arch of the bridge over the little creek, arm-in-arm. The rain patters against the umbrella Derek’s holding over their heads and makes round, musical sounds as it splashes into the water below them.
“You hate when it rains like this,” Derek replies, frowning over at him. “I thought you’d be disappointed.”
Stiles leans on his arm he has looped through Derek’s, brushing his lips past a smooth-shaven cheek. It makes him smile, because Derek had insisted. For the photos, he’d said. Just like how he’d insisted on bespoke suits, and spending way too much money on champagne.
Champagne that’s now competing with happiness for most bubbly substance inside Stiles.
“Yeah, but you love this weather. You love the way all the plants brighten up, the way everything quiets down, the way the little animals huddle and cuddle in their little bitty houses. So yeah, it’s great. You’re great. Everything is great.”
Derek flashes him one of his rare, full-breadth smiles, and Stiles knows, he just knows how stupidly happy he must look in return but he doesn’t care. He gets so caught up in staring at Derek’s face that when the bridge ends and the smooth path begins again, he catches the edge of his dress-shoe and stumbles. If it weren’t for the fact that his arm is looped solidly through Derek’s, he’d have gone flying. As it is, he just ends up twisting around and stumbling into Derek’s side.
Derek sighs heavily, casting his eyes skyward theatrically in a move that facetiously expresses exasperation. It ends up looking more like fondness.
“Shut up, you love me,” Stiles grumbles.
“Yep,” Derek says, looking stupid and smug and perfect.
Stiles looks down to where Derek’s hand is wrapped around the umbrella handle. It somehow has him smiling even wider. He wraps his hand around Derek’s, slotting his fingers into the grooves between Derek’s knuckles as they resume walking along the path through the serene and elegant beauty of the Japanese gardens, stealing just a few minutes for themselves while the others deal with… things. Scott’s frantic explanation hadn’t made any sense, and Lydia had shoved them in the direction of the Japanese gardens with orders not to return till notified and Stiles couldn’t care less about whatever’s wrong because he already has everything he needs.
“This is not the best day ever,” he announces decisively.
“No?” Derek asks, brows furrowed.
“It’s the best day yet,” Stiles explains quickly, easing the lines starting to form on Derek’s face. “I can’t say ever, though it feels like nothing’s going to top this for a while, but the best part, the whole point of today is knowing someday, something will. Maybe it’ll be something big, like when we christen our first house. Maybe it’ll be just the most boring day ever and I’ll just be watching you fall asleep while reading in front of our fireplace. Maybe it’ll be every week. I don’t know. But I know it’s going to happen. So no, I’m not going to say today is the best day of my life-“
“But it’s the best day yet,” Derek finishes for him with the softest smile, the one that makes Stiles’s heart ache it’s so precious to him. “Better than anything I was able to imagine for a long time. Till recently, anyway. Till you. And it’s just the beginning.”
“Yeah,” Stiles agrees, holding up his left hand so that the light catches the smooth band around his fourth finger on his left hand. He leans his head on his husband’s shoulder as they gaze at it together. “Yeah.”
First Impressions Are Overrated
Stiles/Derek, 15K words, Teen, Stiles POV, Single Dad Derek Hale, Werewolf Reveal (on AO3)
AKA: what @rubyredhoodling won for @fandomtrumpshate!
In Stiles’ defense, he didn’t deliberately ram his grocery cart into the (evidently precarious) pyramid of oranges.
In fact, he would challenge anyone to maintain full control of any kind of vehicle after encountering the guy he just saw. Tall, broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, and a baby strapped to his chest, some adorable little thing with the guy’s dark hair and light eyes. And holy fuck, Stiles never really knew that babies did it for him—maybe that was a byproduct of getting older?—but he was ready to swear on his multiple gaming consoles that this vision was the sexiest thing he’d actually ever seen.
So honestly, no one could blame Stiles for twisting his head to get as long of a look as possible, produce pyramids be damned. But based on the murderous glare of the aproned guy who was coming over to help him corral the oranges, Stiles guessed that he wasn’t going to accept “but, stubble!” as a valid excuse for his clumsiness.
With a mournful sigh, Stiles said a mental goodbye to Hot Dad and crouched down to reach for as many oranges as he could. Thankfully, not very many people were around to witness his abject humiliation—Stiles grocery-shopped at 9 p.m. on weekdays for this exact reason—so he was hoping that he could get out of this without any awkward stares.
Stiles assumed that everyone had quickly fled from the ankle-twisting deluge of fruit now littering the linoleum floor of the produce section, so he was startled beyond belief when someone squatted down next to him. It was the guy, and it was only an act of god, probably, that kept Stiles from falling straight back onto his ass in shock.
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A daisy instead of a glass shoe
Two weeks from his coronation and three from his wedding to Princess Isabelle of Idris, the Prince of New York found himself on a park bench in Brooklyn. His face buried in the palms of his hand as his phone continued to ring. Deep breaths. Deep breathes. Deep- the phone is laying in pieces on the concrete walkway in shattered fragments.
“You’re a little far from the palace” A slightly accented voice said, from out of the corner of his eyes Simon saw black leather.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh I’m sorry your highness, I apologize for not bowing” The boy snorted.
“Please, just leave me alone” Simon huffed tiredly.
“I’m sure you’re use to always getting what you want but your grace, this is my bench”
“This is New York’s bench” Simon sat up straight and turned his head to look at the boy. Simply beautiful, is how Simon would describe him, his skin was pale under the fluorescent street lights, his hair was neatly slicked back and he had a scar on his cheek, his lips full and pale pink, eyebrows perfectly sculpted. Simply beautiful.
“On the contrary” The boy cocked an eyebrow and pointed to a plaque with the names ‘Raphael S. Magnus B. and Ragnor F. carved into it “It’s ours”
“Sorry” Simon mumbled, too tired to argue got up and brushed off his suit. Just then the ringing of sirens started and Simon could see the red and blue lights flashing and coming towards them.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Simon cursed and yanked on his hair as he frantically turned around in circles to find a place to hide.
“Whoa whoa your highness, are you in trouble with the pigs? Did you kill someone? Stole something?”
“They’re not pigs” Simon sighed “royal guards, I ran away from home, I’ll give you anything you want, just please don’t let them see me” “Anything?” The boy asked with a smirked and Simon was starting to regret his word choices.
“Yes anything”
“Alright, take that off” The boy gestured to Simon’s suit jacket as he took off his own leather one. “Put this on” he said and tossed Simon his jacket “and sit here” he patted his lap as he resumed his seat on the bench.
“I’m sorry, what?” Simon looked mortified.
“Princey boy, do you want to go back to the palace?”
“No, no of course not” Simon sat on the boys lap in a rush he almost fell off but a hand on his waist steadied him.
“Kiss me” The boy said and Simon stared at him wide eyed as the sound of frantic footsteps sounded on the gravel. Simon looked away for a spilt second before turning back and the boy’s soft lips met his. The boys other hand was placed on Simon’s cheek, blocking him from the passing guards.
Simon didn’t intend to kiss this boy for longer than had to, but he found himself chasing after the boy’s lips when they parted.
“They’re gone” The boy breathed against Simon’s lips.
“Yeah, thanks” Simon muttered and got off the boys lap and began to walk off before quickly turning around “can ask you for one more thing?”
“Yeah, I have somewhere you can stay for the night”
“oh thank god, I mean thank you um”
“Raphael Santiago”
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Best. This is just. Best.
prompt: clary being the first to figure out simon and raphael dating(secretly)
(1x13 never happened, Simon didn’t have to leave the DuMort, Clary was understanding when Raphael didn’t let her meet Camille, they found the book of the white by tracking her belongings from the DuMort, Valentine was also captured at the end of 1x13 so yeah 👏🏽)
“Clary Fairchild, you do understand that this isn’t a hotel right?” Raphael asked when the red headed Shadowhunter barged into his office.
Simon rolled his eyes and hopped off of Raphael’s desk to give his best friend a hug.
“I know that, Raphael but I’m here fo-”
“We’re not helping you with anything”
Simon rolled his eyes and pulled at the loose strands of hair that fell down Raphael’s forehead “excuse him, he didn’t have enough time in front of the mirror this morning”
“Why are you here Shadowhunter” Raphael asked with a smirk and playfully swatted at Simon’s hand.
Clary wanted to ask since when did the two of them had gotten so close, how Simon but she figured it’s just what you get when you live together, it was habits she’d seen between Izzy, Alec and Jace.
“I just wanted to talk to Simon” She said with a shrug.
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“That’s a nice shirt” Clary commented one night as she and Simon strolled through Brooklyn.
“Thanks, Raph picked it out” Simon said and went into a detailed rant of how Raphael took him shopping and replaced all of his clothes.
“He’s Raph now?” Clary asked with raised eyebrows.
“Y-yeah” Simon stuttered.
“Hmm” Clary hummed, realization dawning.
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Clary figure Simon liked Raphael. It was pretty obvious, considering that Simon managed to turn every conversation into “did I tell you what Raph did”
What she didn’t realize was Raphael liked Simon just as much.
“All he ever does is talk about Simon” Magnus said with a smirk as Clary help him sort through spell books. “I’m starting to think Raphael might have a little crush”
“I don’t think it’s a crush” Clary muttered as she put the pieces together.
The pet names, she never once heard Raphael refer to Simon as anything other than baby. The closeness between them stared to make more sense. Raphael being insistent that Simon stay by his side, going as far as making up a fake job position
“advice to the interim chapter president by angels” Clary snorted.
“What was that biscuits?” Magnus asked as he sorted through potion bottles, shadowhunters aren’t good assistants.
“Can you portal us into Raphael’s room at DuMort?”
“I can but trust me you’re not his type and I’m not sure I am either a-”
“Magnus, no” Clary grimaced at the implication. “I have a hunch and I think you can help me prove it to be true” she added before filling Magnus in on the details.
With a snap of his fingers Magnus opened the portal “I’m in no way responsible for whatever happens to you” He played with the necklace that hung around his neck and gestured for Clary to go ahead before stepping into the Portal behind her.
“Ha!” Clary exclaimed loudly when they stepped out of the portal and into Raphael’s bedroom, the purple glow from the portal illuminated the sleeping figures that were intertwined on the bed.
“Clary what the f-” Simon cursed as he saw his best friend.
“Magnus, what’s going on here” Raphael demanded.
They both sat up to glare at their uninvited guest.
“You two are dating” Clary announced with a triumphant grin.
“So?” Raphael asked as Simon frantically apologized for not telling her sooner. “That doesn’t mean you portal in here in the middle of the day”
“I told you so” Clary turned to Magnus.
“Well this certainly is surprising, Raphael how dare you hide this from your father”
“Dios, both of you leave” Raphael grumbled and covered his face with a pillow.
For Simon
“Happy birthday, mi sol.” Raphael says with a smile.
If he could blush in embarrassment and nervousness he would be as Simon walks into the room. It’s dark and cool. There’s a keyboard on one wall, a couple of different guitars on another, a drum set, and a microphone. Scattered around is a tambourine, music sheets, and a few other essentials. Connected to that room is another with a recording studio with big glass windows into the room they’re currently in with all of the music equipment. Simon is shocked to say the least as he walked in, a huge smile on his face. He laughs in disbelief and turns to his boyfriend.
“You- You got me all of this?” He says, seemingly at a loss for words, quite the feat for the young vampire.
Raphael nods his head. “Is this okay? I wasn’t sure what kind of guitars-”
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Eleven - Landing crop
Derek could smell the sweet fragrances from a mile back. There was a faint underlying scent of pre-rain and cinnamon, the tell-tale signs that Stiles was already waiting… and pacing, if the waves of the scent were any indication. Derek couldn’t help but smile as he bound a little faster towards Landing Crop.
As he broke through the edge of the trees into the small cove, a gust of wind rushed down over his shoulders, making him stand still until it finished its travels to his feet. He glanced down, lips upturning slightly at the complete wardrobe change.
Where his normal t-shirt and jeans were, now laid a dark green suit coat and matching trousers. A nearly white dress shirt, tinted blue, lay under the coat with the top three buttons open. He couldn’t help the little chuckle bubbling up in his chest as he glanced up to see Stiles grinning at him from across the cove.
“Didn’t like my choices?” Derek teased as he strode towards Stiles, noticing the other man had on a matching suit in deep brown.
Stiles head tilted, eyes flicking over Derek as he was closing the distance. “Of course not. I am one of your choices, after all.” The smirk on his lips grew as he moved forward, teleporting himself right against Derek.
Derek took a sharp intake of breath, the familiar smell of pre-rain and cinnamon calming him and his wolf. Their eyes mapped each other's features, taking in all the minor changes, new lines or freckles. Any small detail they could while they had the chance. Stiles moved first, his hand coming up to softly trail along Derek’s jaw, the stubble slightly rough against his fingertips.
“I’ve missed you.” The quietness of Derek's confession caught even himself off guard.
“And I’ve, you.” Stiles response was just as soft, his fingers moving back to curl in Derek's hair as their eyes held a whole conversation that words would never be able to express.
Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles back, feeling the build and energy that was just under the surface, and dipped his head to meet the soft cupid bow lips with his own. The kiss started out soft, light with small breaks because they both couldn’t stop smiling and kept tapping their teeth together. Stiles leaned his forehead against Derek's, his hand on Derek's hip moved slowly up, taking his time to smooth over every plane of his lovers torso before coming to a stop at Derek's throat.
A small, pleased sound rumbled in Derek's chest as he tilted his head in submission to Stiles. Their noses brushed along the tip, Stiles fingers dipping to pull Derek’s collar to the side until their mark peeked from under the fabric. Derek’s heartbeat skipped then sped up as Stiles traced the outline, soft golden sparks following his fingers. He planted three soft kisses on Derek’s lips.
With a growl on the last kiss Derek grabbed a handful of Stiles’ coat and kissed him hard, eliciting a noise of appreciation from the other man. They deepened the kiss after a moment, tongues tasting each other, lips getting gently bit and licked, before Stiles leaned back.
The normally amber eyes were a bright grey, like the sky before the storms roll in, and Derek could only smile at the effect he could cause, thinking of all the different colors he had seen in Stiles eyes. Derek went to lean in for another kiss, hoping to see the dark blue grey next, but was stopped by the palm still against his throat.
“Easy, heart.” Stiles chuckled, watching the tips of Derek’s ears turn red and leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. “I have a plan, no jumping steps on me.” His thumb stroked softly down the cord of Derek’s neck.
“Mmm.. And what’s the plan, soul?” It was Stiles turn to blush and Derek leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. Stiles tilted his head at the last minute and caught Derek’s kiss on his lips, licking at the bottom lip, nibbling teasingly before he stepped back twice and turned toward the shore line.
Stiles moved his arms in a few different motions, stepping towards the water as Latin words tumbled from his lips. The water rolled around before shooting up and forming a half inch thick dome over the cove near the tree tops. Derek watched the shifting of the waves above them and the soft moonlight being refracted down.
He is so entranced with the water that he starts when Stiles slides their hands together. Snapping his eyes to his mates he offers a small smile in apology. “It’s wonderful, Stiles.”
“You had said you wanted to know what it would be like to live underwater.” Stiles explains, looking up at the dome and squeezing their hands softly.
A soft chuckle comes from Derek as he moves in front of Stiles, cupping his chin to make their eyes meet. “That was fifteen years ago, and we weren’t even friends. Why on earth would you remember that?”
Stiles eyes go a light purple as he smiles, lifting his free hand to comb through Derek's hair, settling at the nape of his neck before speaking. “Do you remember when we first bumped into each other?”
“Yes.” Derek's ears go a soft red at the memory as he closes his eyes. “You tripped over the mat in gym and fell right on my back as I was doing a push up.”
Stiles huffs out a laugh, scratching at Derek's neck for a moment before leaning in and kissing him softly. “Yeah. We will blame the mat.” Derek's eyes open, sharing a grin with Stiles as he slides his fingers under the hem of Stiles’ coat.
“We’ve both joked that if we hadn’t had gotten together, or met, etcetera, that I wouldn’t have my magic. As it turns out though, we were right in a way. At the training they had us travel back, which was not pleasant, and I got to see the actual process from third person. When I fell ontop of you that day, it kick started the process-.” Derek cut Stiles’ ramble off with a deep kiss, sliding his hand farther up under his mates coat.
After a moment Stiles’ laugh breaks the kiss, “Okay, okay. I know. The point is, heart, that both magic me and mundane me knew you were special back then. That reminded me of your wonder about living under water.” At that, they both look up at the water dome and Stiles continues, “because even if we weren’t friends then, I saved the information because you were always someone important to me. Even if I tried to act like you weren’t.”
“You did try very hard.” Derek smirks at Stiles before getting his hair pulled. They both laugh, leaning their foreheads against each others and sway lightly. “I love you, Stiles.”
“I love you, Derek.” Stiles echos back, nuzzling their noses together. “There is a part two to this though.” Flicking his wrist towards the rock, a soft guitar and piano melody starts to float around them.
Derek smiles, taking one of Stiles hands in his, leaving the other to skim along his mates back as he bows slightly then steps off to waltz them around the cove. He hums along to the words, twirling Stiles, who giggles and comes back to him with a kiss, getting dipped in the middle of it.
As they step off again Stiles lifts them up into the air, soft golden clouds cushioning their feet as it rises them a few feet below the water. Derek shakes his head, stopping the waltz to pull Stiles flush up against him so they can sway to the music and he lays his head on his mates shoulder.
“How would you feel?” Derek whisper sings. “If I told you I loved you?” He licks a trail along the cord of Stiles neck. “Taking my time. Spending my life. Falling deeper in love with you.”
“I’m telling you I love you too.” Stiles sings back, tweaking the lyrics a bit and turns his head to capture his lovers lips in a deep, passionate kiss. They slowly start to lower back to the floor, tongues and teeth coming into play as they completely forget about anything but the other in their arms.
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Monday Nights are for The Bachelor
Stiles knew from experience that Derek could be stubborn. He knew that mostly because Stiles held himself to a pretty high standard of stubbornness that was, on occasion, met with an even higher amount of stubbornness in the six feet that built up Derek Hale. In every instance, Stiles always found himself surprised and, if he was being honest with himself, impressed.
This was not one of those occasions.
Monday nights were dedicated to The Bachelor. Derek thought it was a fair request since it was only two hours, one night, each week, for six weeks out of the year, that he required the television in his own loft. The pack had other thoughts on the matter – the use of Derek’s television, not on The Bachelor – the pack had no clue about Derek’s secret love affair with the reality show. Derek did decide to turn four teenagers into his betas, but he was not an idiot. Okay, ignore that last example.
The point still stood that Derek had every right to lock himself in his apartment on Monday nights with a box of red wine and bowl of movie theater butter popcorn to watch a reality show that may or may not contain the use of tears, wildly concocted fights, and artfully chiseled men. The pack was settled and there hadn’t been any supernatural issues in months. Well, unless you counted the time Scott contracted a were-flu and all the werewolves in the pack were reduced to sniffling blanket piles. Stiles had shouldered the brunt of mothering everyone as they regained their strength and while he complained profusely, Derek had suspected the whole ordeal had been an ego boost for the kid.
A ding sounded from the kitchen and Derek took the popcorn out of the microwave, taking care not to burn his fingertips as he grasped it by the corners and tried in vain not to rip the bag in half. The effort was futile, as it always was, and Derek inevitably had a steaming cloud of popcorn explode in his face before falling to the floor. You would think that growing up with werewolf strength would give Derek the time and opportunity to figure out how to do something as mundane as opening a bag of popcorn without it staging a coup, but this was one skill he could not grasp. He stood there, dumbfounded, when he heard a key turn the tumblers in the apartment’s lock and Stiles walked in. He looked at Derek and blinked.
“I have so many questions,” started Stiles.
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