#Soft Place to Fall

[peacefulandcozy]

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[etherealyearning]

Halnaker Village, Sussex, England

[firexima]

I keep forgetting to post my drawings on here too

This is a drawing based off a scene from the fic “A soft place to fall” by @jallieae on ao3!

Bedrockbros ueueueue…

[amomorii]

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A Soft Place to Fall

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter | Healer x Teacher | E | ~143k

Gift for @epitomereally

All love and earnest thanks to @mossybunnytail and @dodgerkedavra for the plot wrangling, and to @tieguan for beta-ing this monstrosity and for keeping me sane and motivated!! This fic would not be the same without you <3

Tags are under the cut!

Summary:

When Harry arrives for his first year teaching at Hogwarts and is struck with a bizarre malignance, how on earth is he supposed to react when Draco Malfoy suddenly cares?

Or;

A darkness crawls out of Harry, and there's only so long he can keep it to himself.

Malfoy took Harry’s jaw in one hand and shoved him against the wall and Harry just— went. Malfoy was livid, his hand squeezing Harry’s face to the point of pain, his gunmetal eyes scouring every inch of it. Harry squirmed and jostled in Malfoy's hold, but he had gotten strong and Harry hadn’t noticed. Harry had been an Auror, he should be incapacitating Malfoy and taking off back to the safety of his rooms, victorious. His voice was a hoarse whisper through squashed lips. “I said… get the fuck… off of me, Malfoy.” Gradually, Malfoy relaxed his hand though he stayed close enough that Harry couldn’t make a break for it, wielding his wand and breathing all over Harry's skin and smelling like lemon and black pepper and wild mint.

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Tags:

EWE, Professors AU, but neither of them are technically professors and they're pretty adamant about it, Ex-Auror Harry Potter, PE Teacher Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, abstract expressions of childhood trauma, Magical flora, Magical Theory, Magical Creatures, loads of Shakespeare, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Alternating, Sectumsempra Scars, Magical Illness/Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Canonical Child Abuse, Harry Potter Needs a Hug, Flashbacks, Dissociative Amnesia, Panic Attacks, Drowning, Insomnia, Hallucinations, reluctant magical co-parenting, Eventual Smut, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Frotting, Mild D/S elements, Praise Kink, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Intercural Sex

[astralleywright]

thinking about Orym not just telling Ashton that he cares about them, but the things he says after: I get it, to a degree, I do. You would never fuck off. You really do have a soft heart. I know you mean well.

there was so much questioning of Ashton and his intentions by the other Hells, accusations that he was power-hungry and that he didn't care about them, that he manipulated or coerced Fearne into giving him the shard, that he was just a "bad" person. even the new shared understanding they had by the time they left for the Feywild, that Ashton took the shard because he was misguided and mired in self-loathing, only gets reported back to Ashton in pretty obtuse ways.

Orym has the benefit of getting time to think, and who knows what he would have said or done had Liam been there for ep 78. but even still he's the first to tell Ashton not just that he cares about them but also that he sees the good in them. most people have never bothered to even look for that. if Ashton can even see it right now it must seem tiny, meaningless, completely drowned out by all the bad in them.

and the other Hells do see that good, to varying degrees, even now. they love Ashton too, and they love him for a reason. but the first one who actually thinks to tell Ashton that is Orym.

[bloody-teared-angel]

I don't know if I'm sad or angry about *H*H* and how it portrayed Hell and its Highest Princes, Kings, Presidents and Marquis or lack thereof. If Miss Medrano truly wanted to criticise Christianity, she could've utilised Demonology and people who work with them. And no, not all Demons are evil.

There are also videos of people having some experiences working or conjuring them and some Demons also want to share their knowledge.

King Paimon - There are videos of people talking about working with King Paimon and I highly recommend watching them. He teaches all arts, philosophies and all secrets things - an offering to him must be made.

Prince Orobas - faithful to the ones that conjure him, never deceives them, gives true answers to past, present and things to come, divinity and creation of the world, confers dignities and prelacies, and favour of friends and foes. - this Prince could be a nice depiction of Demons working with humans, since Prince Orobas along with King Paimon love sharing knowledge -

Prince Stolas - astrology, knowledge of herbs, plants and precious stones. Again, since he's the 'main character' in *H*B* they could show him teaching humans or those who desire to know more - imps or sinners. Then again....

Marquis Gamigin - teaches all liberal sciences and gives an account of the souls of those who died in sin and drowned in the sea. Stays with the conjurer until they are satisfied.

There are also tortured demons, who still wish to return to heaven - Phenex for example - also a pacifist demon, who got casted out of heaven due to not picking a side (no, not Belphegor who was just lazy). All of this could be written as a tragedy, a criticism of God and Christianity, that not all Demons are evil, how Satanists (not in horror movies) and others worship someone else other than God.

(TLDR, I still don't understand why they want to redeem sinners when heaven was shown to be worse than hell.)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[schmweed]

[pickingberrys]

no place like tour

dublin n1

[camels-pen]

Usopp: Zoro, where are my Shuriken Stars?

Zoro: why are you asking me?

Usopp: because you're the only other person who uses my locker

Zoro: oh yeah. i put them in the Cook's locker last night. wasn't enough space.

Sanji: what-

Usopp: space for what?

Zoro: me, duh

[jils-things]

give me like 2 seconds and ill shut up abt this sam plsspslslslnfndksls

what i really like abt this design is the fact that it REALLY reflects that he's a band, kinda punk guy but he's the friendly goofy kind of punk... his piercings add more emphasis to it. i wasnt entirely the biggest fan of his pointed hair because it felt a little out of place and unnatural (anime-ish) compared to everyone else. (if his hair looked more like kent's then that's fine for me) but this ... i know it kinda removed the hard spikes in his hair but in a way... i kinda like ... its still swept away like his og but it isn't forcefully pointing upwards. its like he used too much gel and its suiting LOL AHDBSHS its nicey.... the bandage is a nice touch because i imagine he fell over his skateboard a few times when he does his kickflips

BUUUUT OF COURSE THATS MY OPINION ‼️‼️ IDK‼️‼️ I NEVER PLAYED HIS HEART EVENTS SOOO UH BE NICE AMDNNDDND

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF SHENKO 1/?

The end of the world has a way of reminding you of all the things you forgot to say do. Mass Effect: Legendary Edition (2021)

[celestialmantdonna]

I feel like people forget that Mantis' only line in Endgame is "oh yes please use knives!"

She loves blades because Drax taught her to love 'em.

🔪🔪🔪

[amburuthings]

Thank you @lathbora-virann for tagging me !

summer or winter // coffee or tea // straight hair or curly hair // fiction or nonfiction // necklaces or bracelets // marshmallows or whipped cream // night in or night out // sunset or sunrise // pizza or pasta // cold drink or hot drink// vampire or werewolf // crop top or oversized hoodie // be able to fly or run at super speed // speak many languages or able to speak to animals// be invisible or read minds // phone call or text // laundry or dishes // pool or beach // flats or heels // stay home or go out // coke or pepsi // cook dinner or do dishes // books or movies // dogs or cats // chocolate or vanilla // facebook or instagram // over-dressed or under-dressed // morning or late nights // always late or always early // dancer or singer // always eat only dessert or always eat only savoury // shopping or museum // art gallery or zoo //parties or picnics // white lights or multicolored lights

I'm so bad at tagging people... Idk who to pick... I'm legit getting anxious over it hELp

@galadrieljones @baphometsss @mickeysalamander @gefionne @minaabitaa @bucketsofmonsters @kokoa707 @tearyphoenixx with obviously no obligation

[velvetjune]

the chapter songs in Alan Wake 2,, flawless

[hslllot]

A Soft Landing

2.2K words | harry x reader

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First, I’d like to thank everyone for their encouragement and patience when it comes to posting for ASPTF. Although I’m not finished the next part, I thought I’d share this blurb that was originally meant to be in part 3 (that hasn’t been posted yet). So, there are things that are mentioned in this that you might either think are a little spoiler-y OR a little bit of a sneak peek of what’s to come! Second, this was the sweet piece I had in mind for the Sweet and Spicy Fic Challenge that I started with @harry-on-broadway and @harrysblackcoat. I will post the inspo at the end! Enjoy!

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Harry considered himself a pretty athletic guy.

He was capable of running around stage for hours, engaging proper breathing techniques in order to sing and jump around at the same time. He worked out regularly, went on a run nearly every day, and often went to pilates classes. He liked boxing and was decent at footie (when he actually managed to get to a game). 

Even when it came to winter sports, he was pretty confident. He’d gone on plenty of ski trips before and managed to stay upright on a skating rink. 

Imagine his surprise when he realized he was shit at snowshoeing. 

It all started with dinner with you and your brother and a few glasses of wine.  In an effort to embarrass you, your brother brought up your stuffed animal collection. When he mentioned a stuffed elephant that you were extremely attached to, even as you got older, your mouth dropped in embarrassment. You smacked him in the arm before you admitted that you hadn’t seen your elephant, Bubba, since you moved to Vancouver. 

“He’s probably somewhere in the shed at the cabin.” Your brother said. 

It was nearly imperceptible but Harry noticed the way your eyes lit up for a fraction of a second at the possibility of finding Bubba. And at that moment, Harry commited to finding him.

In fact, after dinner he got back to the cabin and couldn’t get it off his mind. He stood at the back window and looked out at the large wooden shed, lit by the glow of the moonlight. He wondered what else was in there that might’ve belonged to you. Your old belongings, parts of you, waiting to be discovered. He bundled himself up, grabbed the flashlight from the closet, and trudged through the snow and out to the shed. 

When he started pulling boxes from the shelves, he realized it was basically a museum of all your old stuff. Books and old movies, scrapbooks filled with photos of your childhood friends, even old clothes. You probably didn’t even know what was in there, but if your mother was anything like his, she probably kept it all for its sentimental value “just-in-case” you might want to revisit your 2nd grade report card. 

He spotted the snowshoes on the way out of the shed. He’d seen snowshoes before and knew what they were, yet, it was an activity he’d never tried before. And, maybe, another reason to hang out with you. So he grabbed the contraptions from where they were hung on the wall, along with a few other things he discovered in the shed, and decided to ask you to show him how to use them. 

When you came around the next day, Harry chose not to tell you why he had been in the shed in the first place. And you chose not to ask (even though you had an idea why). 

You told him that snowshoeing was a fairly easy activity, basically a way to walk through the snow. 

“The large surface area of the shoe makes it easier to move on top of deep powder” you explained, showing him the way the straps worked and how it would attach to his boot. 

When he asked you if anyone could do it, you responded: “If you can walk, you can snowshoe.” And so he thought, how hard could it be?

The two of you planned to spend the afternoon snowshoeing. The sun was out and you claimed that it was a great way to explore some of the snow covered trails that he hadn’t been able to explore yet. 

“Are those ski poles?” he asked, as you pulled all of the necessary equipment out of your parents’ shed. You brought your own shoes from your parents’ house, but grabbed the extra set and some poles that were being stored at the cabin, figuring that they would be a better fit for Harry. 

“They’re snowshoe poles,” You replied. “We can adjust them for different snow heights. They’ll probably be helpful when we reach some steeper parts of the trail.”

Harry nodded, deferring to your expertise when it came to anything winter and mountain-related. He thought back to the hike the two of you did last week, the way you guided him through the rough terrain and icy scramble with ease. The way you squeezed his hand when the two of you finally made it to the summit. The way the icy wind painted your cheeks red and made your eyes water while you smiled down at the valley below. The way he couldn’t decide what he liked looking at more, the view from atop the mountain, or you. 

The glee you felt at the top of the mountain was contagious, and he couldn’t wait to go on another adventure with you. 

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Harry remembered how cold it was on your hike last week, so he made sure to wear some extra layers, along with the new puffer coat he bought at your parents’ shop the other day. 

“What ‘ve you got in there?” He asked, pointing at the bag you were strapping to your back. 

“Just some snacks. Figured we might want to find a place to sit along the trail and enjoy the sunshine. Oh, don’t forget your sunglasses.” 

Harry nodded and grabbed his sunglasses as you made your way out the door and into the winter wonderland. The pinpricks of the cold mountain air contrasted by the heat of the sunshine beaming down on you. You stopped at the end of the porch to strap into the snowshoes, your eyes on Harry’s hands and the way they deftly attached the straps across his boots, just the way you had shown him how to. 

You walked around the snow-covered land surrounding the cabin, encouraging Harry to practice walking around and getting used to the objects strapped to his feet. 

“Just like walking, right?” You asked him. 

“Yea, seems pretty easy.” You knew Harry would have no trouble walking around with the shoes on flat terrain.

“So when we get to some uphill parts of the trails, you’ll want to make sure you use your toe to kick into the snow,” you demonstrated, prompting him to mirror your movements. “And then strike with your heal when we’re going downhill.”

You asked Harry if he felt ready to hit the trail, and he felt pretty confident that it wouldn’t be much different from a regular hike. Besides that, he felt like you were really good at explaining things and knew you would guide him along the way.

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It was as the two of you made your way up a particularly steep part of the trail that he started feeling a bit hot. He bundled up extra warm, not realizing how much of a workout he would be getting with the snowshoes, or that you would be so out in the open under the hot sun. He realized wearing a long sleeve shirt, under the hoodie, under the NorthFace puffer was a bit much. It didn’t help that the muscles in his hips and groin area were starting to burn from having to walk with wider-than-normal strides so that he didn’t step on the insides of the snowshoes.

You were ahead of him on the trail, recounting the conversation you had with your boss yesterday. He tried his best to listen to your story, but was hyper aware of the sweat soaking his back. Why didn’t you look as tired as he was starting to feel? He wondered. 

“You ok?” You asked, stopping in your tracks when you noticed it had been a while since he said anything. You looked back to make sure he was OK.

“‘m fine.” He muttered, making an effort to catch up to you. If you were being honest, he looked like he was struggling, but you didn’t want to say anything. Instead you waited for him to meet you where you were and decided you would take it slower the rest of the way up. 

When the two of you were side by side, you eyed him to make sure he was actually fine before continuing up the trail. 

“So did you remember to FaceTime your mom last night?”

Your question didn’t fully register in his brain. It was like it happened in slow motion, the way his foot kicked out a bit too far and the heel edge of his snow shoe dug into the powder at the wrong angle. He flew backwards, the hiking poles useless when it came to helping him regain his footing. He let himself fall, knowing the fluffiness of the snow protected him, barely feeling the force of gravity in the collision.

You looked to find him on his back, and made sure to hold back laughter until you assessed the situation in case he was hurt. He took his sunglasses off and wiped the snow off his face, wearing a smile that indicated that he was fine - his face tinged a bit red, whether it was from the cold or from embarrassment you were unsure. 

After a few seconds, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst into laughter. Harry propped himself up, leaning back on his elbows in the snow. He shook the snow from his hair and you noted the stray wet curl that had fallen on his forehead. 

Could he get any cuter? You thought to yourself.

“Ah yes, very funny. Keep laughing!” He said. “You just gonna stand there, or help me up?”

“Hey, if you’re going to fall, it might as well be in a foot of powder,” you said as he jokingly rolled his eyes and reached his hand out to you. 

Taking his gloved hand in yours, instant regret washed over you.

You should have seen it coming. You should have noticed the glint in his eye and the devilish grin he wore as he reached out to you. By the time you did notice, it was too late, and instead of pulling himself up he dragged you down with him. Unlike him, you didn’t have the reaction time to catch yourself before faceplanting in the snow. 

“HA!” He cackled and you could feel the way he shook in laughter while you remained face down in the snow. When you finally turned yourself over onto your back, you feigned annoyance and he muttered an insecere “sorry” with the biggest grin plastered across his face. He could tell you were holding back a smile too, though, your face wet with eyelashes covered in snow. 

As his laughter died down he admitted, “if ‘m honest, this is harder than I thought it’d be.” 

You nodded. “I probably could have chosen an easier trail…” You didn’t want to admit that you chose the harder trail because it would take longer, allowing you to spend the entire afternoon together. You knew Harry was a fit guy, and that snowshoeing on a normal, flatter trail would have been too easy. Too quick. 

“Maybe now’s a good time for a break? Snack time?”

Harry agreed. “Do you have room in your pack for one of my layers?” 

Nodding, you pulled two prepared sandwiches out of your bag. You went to hand one to Harry when you looked up and found him undressing next to you. You couldn’t help but stare when he pulled his hoodie over his head, the shirt underneath riding up to reveal his tattooed torso. 

Harry caught you staring, but made a conscious effort not to say anything, so not to embarrass you. Instead he said, “trade you?” pulling you out of your stupor. 

You handed him a sandwich before taking the hoodie from his hands and stuffing it into the bag. He could tell you were a bit flustered, and he thought it was endearing. 

The two of you sat in the snow for a while, eating your snacks under the sun. He told you about the FaceTime call he had with his mother the night before, and asked you to retell the story about your conversation with your boss, since he’d been too distracted to listen before. And as you told your story animatedly, between bites of your sandwich, Harry couldn’t help but think: You were right. If he was going to fall, there’s no better, softer, place to fall than in a foot of powder… with you.  

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As random as it might seem, my inspiration for this was this photo…

Imagine Harry, leaning back like this, propped up on his elbows surrounded by snow and sunshine, grinning like that because he just dragged you into the snow with him. 

Anyways… Thank you so much for reading!! As always, please let me know what you think. You can read the first two parts of ASPTF here. I look forward to posting part 3!! It’s going to be a long one… (ps yes I changed all the ASPTF headers because harry was literally papped wearing the exact puffer that MC and her parents wear in the first two parts!)

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