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berryliciouschick said: Ugh. That HP au was just. Ohmygosh can I have like a sequel. They go to the Yule ball?

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[Part one is here. No Yule Ball sorry didn’t feel like getting into tournament shenanigans but have some AWKWARD POST MAKEOUTS] 

Derek straightens his tie as he runs all the way to Herbology, making it to the greenhouse. He’s still late, but no one really notices so he just slides up onto the workbench next to Boyd, who takes one look at him and laughs. 

"What?" Derek asks. 

"Nothing," Boyd says. "Hand me those shears." 

He gets through the lesson with minimum scarring from the Deadly Tangled Nightshade they’re pruning, but everyone in his class keeps smirking at him like they know exactly what he was doing with Stiles in the supply closet ten minutes before class. Derek’s pretty sure he doesn’t have any hickies on his neck, but he blushes anyways. 

Derek doesn’t realize until lunch when he sees Stiles sitting at the Slytherin table wearing a Hufflepuff tie when it dawns on him. 

Derek looks down at himself, and sure enough there’s a green-and-silver tie looking back at him. 

Boyd just claps him on the shoulder. “It’s totally fine, man. At least you’re not doing what he’s doing.” 

Stiles waves heartily at them, grinning and holding up Derek’s tie, practically preening and then throws it over his shoulder, winking exaggeratedly. 

Derek buries his face in his hands. His boyfriend is absolutely ridiculous. 

He loves it, though. 

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Fucking kids care more about each other than we do

Aw aw aww

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Anonymous said: can you write a harry potter au? where stiles is a this cocky slytherin and derek is the grumpy hufflepuff who's crushing hard on him? I have a mighty need pleasee

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Derek looks over the edge of the piece of parchment where he’s currently decoding a complicated bit of homework for Ancient Runes, and scowls. Stiles is in the Hufflepuff common room again, and there’s no way Derek can concentrate right now in what’s supposed to be a place of respite from unfairly attractive and cocky Slytherin fifth-years. Derek knows he’s Scott McCall’s best friend and the two are practically attached at the hip despite the House difference, but any minute now he’s going to start some sort of loud ruckus, or even if he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t say anything Derek is going to be distracted anyways, just looking at him. 

A few of the other Hufflepuffs are already greeting Stiles warmly, who has been a regular fixture in their common room since his first year. From Derek’s corner on the best squashy armchair, he can hear a someone say, “Wow, Stiles! You smell great!” 

"Just a new cologne I’m trying out," Stiles says with a jaunty grin. 

Derek narrows his eyes at the number of students surrounding Stiles right now with dazed, happy expressions, sniffing dreamily. What in the world is going on? 

Stiles strolls casually up to Derek who then accidentally spills his inkwell. Cursing, he rights it up just as Stiles tries to pick it up as well, and their fingers brush. 

Derek snatches his fingers back from the warm contact, schooling his features into an angry expression, fighting the blush that threatens to creep up his cheeks. He’s a seventh year, he’s got NEWTS to study for, he doesn’t have time to crush on infuriating guys like—

"Sooo," Stiles says, after flicking his wand and cleaning up the spilled ink with a neat Evanesco! "What do you think?" 

Derek raises an eyebrow. “What do I think what?" he asks, not wanting to comment on how good Stiles looks, green and silver tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned to the collarbone. 

"My cologne! What does it smell like?" Stiles asks. 

What a weird question. Derek takes an indulging sniff anyways. He doesn’t get anything other than the normal Stiles scent (not that Derek is an expert or anything, he’s just a werewolf with keen observation and memory skills) of fresh parchment paper and roasted potatoes. It’s a nice smell, but Derek seriously doesn’t know what everyone else was reacting to because Stiles just smells like Stiles.

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Notice how Shan Yu doesn’t even question it or make a comment about “BUT YOU’RE A GIRL” he just instantly goes into a “I’LL TEACH YOU TO KILL MY MEN AND STEAL MY VICTORY” rage and I think about this a lot sometimes

((Well that might have to do with the fact that he’s a Hun.  Women among the Huns had higher status than their Chinese counterparts and even some of their own men. Women were free to hunt and fight along side of the men, could choose their own husbands and divorce him if she choose to. There were even records of clans being led by women leaders. So for Shan Yu Mulan is just another soldier))

thank you, history side of tumblr.

He also might not have been able to see very well, due to whatever horrible disease has taken hold in his eyeballs.

Pretty serious Wilson’s Disease judging by the copper buildup in in irises, and apparent melanocytosis localized to his sclera.

Thank you medical side of tumblr

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