bnha, one piece, teen wolf, hp, yada yada. haven't had tumblr in YEARS, so idk what i'm doing. oh, and i write (sometimes problematic) fics on ao3. they/them, mdni
Rating: Explicit
Archive warnings: No archive warnings apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Additional tags: Crack, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Getting Together, Vernon Boyd and Erica Reyes Live, Erica Reyes is a Little Shit, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Scott McCall is Part of Derek Hale's Pack, Smut, Potential first time (unspecified), Minor Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Alcohol
Language: English
Words: 6,032
Chapters: 2/2
Summary:
“Stiles…”
“Yeah, buddy?” he says through a mouthful.
There’s a crinkle followed by silence, and he raises his head to glance over at where Derek is standing, still not far from the door. The man pulls a little plastic container close to his nose and hesitantly sniffs it. Stiles almost wishes he’d thought to film this glorious moment, but he actually values his life. Somewhat. Not enough to not do this, but enough to not film it.
“Is this-… Why is there whipped cream in here?”
To be fair, Stiles did also get him a double whatever-kind-of burger, with bacon! So he can’t be too mad, can he? Stiles really hopes not, because he can’t help snorting so hard he almost chokes on a fry. Finally, he clears his throat and says,
“It’s a pup cup!”
Silence.
“Because… Because you’re uh…”
“I highly suggest you do not finish that sentence. Not if you value your arms”.
“M-my arms?”
“Because I will break them”.
“Yep. Uh-huh, yeah no, that’s… yep. You got it. Shutting up!”
At first, it just begins with something simple: a hug. Katsuki likes to hug Izuku before and after he goes on patrol. Every single day, no matter where the teacher is, the blond alpha finds him in order to pull him into his arms and nuzzle against his cheeks.
But then, the pro hero wants more: he begins to scent him, and asks the green haired omega to scent him back; it's worth noting that this particular behavior starts after one nosy reporter decided to ask a few questions to war hero Deku and then informs him he had a lot of simps online even though he's not a pro hero.
"I think they quite like how you look as a teacher. Some of them are constantly proposing to you on social media. You're quite popular among alphas, by the way."
Izuku ends up completely flustered by the end of it, but the video gets posted and people only fall even more in love with the cute omega.
That's when Katsuki starts scenting him. Izuku thinks his friend is just lonely, and his inner alpha is demanding a mate, but when the teacher tries to bring that up, the alpha hisses at him and tells him, firmly and determined, that he'll never marry anyone who doesn't know him as well as Izuku does.
His inner omega is very pleased to hear that, but Izuku tries not to get his hopes up, because he knows a prime alpha like Katsuki will never choose him as his mate.
They're still very close, but Katsuki becomes even more attached, now he asks for scented clothes from Izuku, because he can't sleep well without them, and the omega is too soft for the blond to refuse.
Besides, he gets a few oversized hoodies and shirts with Katsuki's burnt caramel alpha scent in return. So it's a win-win.
One day, the omega gets called while he's at the UA because pro hero Dynamight has switched to alpha state, and there's only one person who can snap him out of it.
Izuku tells his students he has something urgent to attend to and leaves as soon as possible. Fortunately, the incident is not far from where he is so he arrives quickly. There, he finds a lot of police officers and other heroes, trying to persuade the blond alpha to release the villain from his grip. The female has already surrendered; she's scared because Dynamight has one of his hands a few inches from her face, but his eyes are white can he's showing his sharp teeth, growling at her.
"Kacchan, I need you," Izuku whines, letting his inner omega lead the situation. His scent changes a bit, but it works to catch the blond pro hero's attention. "I need you, alpha."
Katsuki doesn't hesitate, he releases the villain, and rushes towards him in the blink of an eye before pulling him into his arms. Izuku chuckles, immediately nuzzling the tall blond with a calming scent, and purring, assuring him he's been a good alpha and that he's completely safe and happy now.
"You can relax now, alpha. I'm safe."
Pro hero Dynamight purrs back in response, sits on the ground, and places the green haired omega in his lap.
A few seconds later, as the police takes the villain in custody, without disturbing them, Katsuki comes back to himself.
Despite being embarrassed by his own reaction, and asking a couple of times if he hurt Izuku (which he didn't), he doesn't let go of him, and even nuzzles against the omega's neck happily when the other tells him what exactly happened.
That day, Katsuki begs him to stay the night with him, to cuddle, and even though Izuku knows it's a bad idea, he does it anyway.
He wakes up in the pro hero's arms, and realizes the alpha is already awake, staring at him fondly.
"I love you," Katsuki whispers his confession, chuckling when the omega blinks almost in shock. "I don't know why you find it so surprising. I have never been subtle, especially these last couple of weeks."
Izuku can't stop his inner omega to purr in response, the pro hero chuckles again before rubbing their noses together.
"If you don't feel the same, that's okay. However, I'd like you to give me a chance to-"
"I love you too, Kacchan."
They make love that morning; Izuku gets his mating bite. None of them bat an eye at their decision; they don't need words, and they don't change their minds or worry after the fact. It's never been that difficult for them; they're in love, and they know there's no one else for them.
Besides, after years of being in love with one another, and yearning until their instincts started taking control of the situation, they don't want to waste any more time. So Izuku moves in with Katsuki the next day, and they get married two months after that.
I am never again drawing any flowers I swear to god omfg. I hated rendering those so so much ugh. Anyways, look at them boys all dressed up for their date. Also have this cutesy sketch as a bonus.
Unfortunately, Draco was very used to hearing but.
“Mr Malfoy, thank you for your Healer application. Your NEWT scores are exemplary, and we thoroughly enjoyed reading your dissertation. We would love to offer you a position at St Mungo’s, but we’ve decided to move forward with a candidate whose public profile is less complicated.”
“Draco, I know our parents want us to get married, and whilst I think it wouldn’t be a terrible arrangement, I just can’t do it. You’re lovely and all, but I have to think of any children we might have. It would be so difficult for them to have a Death Eater as a father.”
“Darling, you know I adore it when you visit. I really do live for them… but perhaps it would be easier if you came when it was dark out? So the press didn’t see you.”
“You can work in the DMLE admin department, Malfoy. The pay is as shit as the hours, but it’s probably more than you deserve.”
So used to hearing but was Draco that he lived in a constant state of flight. One foot out the door. His heart tucked away safe and sound. It was easier to keep his guard up than risk the pain of letting someone close enough to wound him properly.
You would think, with so much practice, that his walls would be impenetrable. It took Harry Potter returning to England after years abroad for Draco to learn this was simply not true.
Polite smiles as they passed each other in the corridor became small talk in the cafeteria queue. Small talk became shared jokes over lunch. Shared jokes became Harry waiting by Draco’s desk at the end of the day, asking if he wanted to get a drink. One drink became two, became Harry’s hand on the small of Draco’s back, became trysts in the supply cupboard, nights at each other’s homes, weekends away, until somehow—impossibly—all of it became whispered promises between the sheets that Draco didn’t believe.
But gods, did he want to.
He wanted to believe so badly that, despite half his heart constantly bracing for the inevitability of but, the other half lived in hope of a full stop.
It came on a Wednesday evening. Harry and Draco stood side by side at the hob, both tired from work, both still in their shirtsleeves, cooking dinner together like they did most nights.
“You’re going to burn the garlic,” Draco said, reaching past Harry to turn down the heat. “Add the stock now.”
Harry did as he was told. “That enough?”
“Perfect. Add the rice and let it simmer for fifteen.” Draco glanced at the oven. “I think the chicken is almost done, you know—”
“I love you.”
So sudden it was that Draco froze. He braced himself, waiting for the but.
I love you, but this is difficult.
I love you, but people will talk.
I love you, but I don’t know if I can.
Only, it never came. Instead, Harry took his hand, threaded their fingers together, and stood so close that they were chest-to-chest, and Draco began to wonder.
“I love you,” Harry said, softer this time. “That’s all.”
Draco swallowed. His heart was no longer tucked away safe and sound. It was right there in his throat, beating itself half to death because it was true.
Ok like. Imagine life without ads. You wake up, check your messages across a variety of apps, no ads. You get up and put on the tv while you prep your breakfast, no ads. Maybe you drive somewhere and switch on the radio, no ads. Maybe you drive a long distance, yet somehow, not a single billboard on your path. You pick up a newspaper or magazine to pass the time, no advertisements only articles. You turn on your game console, the home screen is just about your games, no ads to buy more. You open a streaming app, you don't pay extra for no ads, there's just no ads ever.
Think about how much of your time is spent looking at ads. "Download ublock" yeah I know, I have. But that doesn't change that the world is covered with endless advertising. Imagine never seeing that again. How much better our lives would be.
"Can you two idiots, for the love of Merlin, bloody stop butting heads already?" Auror Oaksdale yelled at his newest recruits, throwing hexes at Harry and Malfoy's feet.
"He started it!" Harry snapped, while Malfoy crossed his arms and scoffed.
"I did not," he drawled, lifting his chin. "You provoked me, you cretin."
"I don't care which one of you brats started it!" Their trainer took a rather intimidating step towards them. "You stop it, right now, or there will be disciplinary action."
"Which Potter will get to wiggle out of, as per usual." Malfoy sighed theatrically. "Favouritism at its finest."
"You spoiled wanker. You're jealous, is that it?" Harry asked, glowering at the tall git who wouldn't stop gaining height on him.
"Jealous of you?" Malfoy smirked down his narrow nose at him. "Perish the thought."
Harry growled. He'd had it with Malfoy, who always kept poking him, verbally or physically, as if he couldn't bear to let Harry focus on anything or anyone but him.
"Out with you two!" Auror Oaksdale bellowed, pointing his wand at the gym's opening doors.
"But—" Malfoy tried.
"Out!" he repeated, louder. "Unlike you, the other trainees are willing to learn, and you're distracting them."
"What are we supposed to do?" Harry wanted to know. They couldn't just leave early, right?
"The opposite of butting heads! Figure it out!" A gust of conjured wind pushed the two troublemakers towards the exit.
Harry and Malfoy shuffled out, hearing the whispers among the other trainees start up behind them.
"What is the opposite even supposed to be?" Harry asked Malfoy as they went down the corridor towards the locker room.
Malfoy pursed his lips, then hummed in thought. "Gently heading butts?" he suggested after a moment.
"Gently what?"
And that was how Harry found himself bent over in the Auror showers, getting rimmed within an inch of his life.
