#khasael

Ooh, interesting. I tend to be a little bit leery of this trope. Mostly because my favorite parts of fanfic tend to be the character development and relationship building and sometimes with plotty fics the plot can take over a bit and push those to the background.

So I guess that means I'd rank this trope at about a C-

That doesn't mean I don't like plotty fics though, I do! I'm just a little more choosy about which ones I read. Here are a few case!fics which I really enjoyed:

The Darklist by dysonrules

Transmutations by khasael

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound

I'm still having fun answering these!

Rebuilding Draco Malfoy

khasael

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Glompfest, HP: EWE

Summary:

Draco wants to do something to get his life back on track, but no-one seems to be taking him seriously – until he finds himself in an Auror training session led by Harry Potter.

Excerpt:

"Mind if I tag along?" Draco asked, catching up to Potter, who shook his head. He didn't particularly fancy meandering aimlessly, or eating on his own. Besides, it was too hot to eat. All he really wanted was a cold drink, or perhaps —

"Ice lollies."

Potter said it with true longing, stopping in front of a small shop Draco had never noticed before. Draco looked at him, eyebrows raised. "What are you, five?"

Potter made a face. "What? You're not hot? I can't fucking eat in this heat. I just want something cold. Come on. Have one with me."

Draco sighed. There was something highly appealing about the thought of frozen treats, childish as it was. "All right."

Potter smiled at him. "Good. Which flavour are you getting?" he asked as they stood in front of the small display. Draco looked around. The shop was tiny, offering only a small assortment of drinks, snacks, and magazines. There was one bored-looking assistant at the counter, leafing listlessly through today's issue of the Prophet.

"Cherry, I suppose," Draco said with a sigh. He hadn't had something like this since he was a very small child, a treat his tutor managed to sneak in on a hot day such as this one. "What about you?"

"Blue."

"Blue's not a flavour, Potter. Heat fried your brain?"

"It's good enough as a flavour to Muggles," Potter said with a shrug, digging in his pocket and placing enough money for the both of them on the counter. "Take your boring cherry ice lolly and let me have mine."

"It's not boring," Draco muttered, settling on a shaded wooden bench not far from the shop. He unwrapped his treat and sucked lightly on the tip of it. Oh, that felt divine.

"If you say so." Potter crumpled his wrapper and vanished it away. He ran his tongue from the bottom of his ice lolly to the top, giving the tip a little swirl. "Ugh, so good."

Draco paused. Seeing Potter do those things with his tongue had given him a sudden spate of visual images that nearly overwhelmed him. "Exactly what I was thinking," he murmured. He licked absently at his ice lolly, lost in a day dream. The cherry ice was soothing, though it was melting rather quickly. He looked up from licking a bit that threatened to drip onto his hand, to see Potter staring at him in a very familiar way.

Draco suddenly forgot all about the misery of the morning.

In fact, he was so caught up in eating his ice lolly as erotically as possible and watching Potter respond in kind, that he almost didn't notice when someone behind them cleared their throat. Potter started. "Auror Robards," Potter said around the mouthful of blue ice he'd just bit off the stick.

"Gentlemen," Robards said flatly. "If you two have finished fellating those ice lollies, it's time for our next task."

Title: Hale and Hearty Author: khasael Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Word Count: 40,298 Published: 2014-04-01 to 2014-07-19 Rating: Explicit (most parts Teen) Warning: Continuing Series

Summary: It starts out innocently enough, with a drive to celebrate surviving yet another lethal creature who took up residence in Beacon Hills. Somehow, it ends up including marriage licenses and a giant hotel room, despite both Derek and Stiles being single. But what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Doesn't it?

An impromptu Vegas wedding sounds like a disastrous idea--when does that scenario ever turn out well?--and I'll admit I kept this fic open in one of my browser tabs (numbering in the 200s by now, I have a problem) for quite a while before straying much past the description. I eventually decided to read a little while getting ready for work and, by the same afternoon, I’d finished all six parts and gotten completely sucked into the story.

Hale and Hearty explores what would happen if, after yet another body- and soul-draining supernatural battle, Derek and Stiles took a day off to act on one rash, consequence-free decision. Derek, whose life has never spared him from the most dire repercussions for his every action, rolls his eyes, suppresses the impulse to take this opportunity to admit his growing feelings for Stiles, and instead suggests the most ridiculous thing he can think of. Stiles takes him at his word and drives them to Vegas. They intend to spend a night enjoying the city, get hitched in a chapel, and have the wedding annulled in the morning.