#just in the nick of time

[tizzymcwizzy]

VALENTINES DAY SKETCH FOR YOU HAPPY VALENTINES DAAAAYYYY!!!!!!!!

[jupiterlandings]

Dracula Aesthetics:

Quincy Morris, Justice/Eternity

[lulublack90]

Prompt 12 - Moving Staricases

@wolfstarmicrofic November 12, word count 643

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Sirius had expected to walk out onto the street outside the joke shop. What he hadn’t expected was to be at the top of eight flights of moving staircases that looked very much like the standard ones in his parents' castle.  

He teetered on the edge of the very top, unable to get his balance back and resigning himself to tumbling down the hard marble steps, but at the last second, Remus lunged forward and grabbed the back of Hagrid’s coat with his teeth and yanked Sirius to safety.

“Thanks, Remus,” Sirius blew out a breath as adrenaline pumped through his body. “That would have hurt,”

More cautiously, this time they leaned over the railing to see what they were dealing with. It seemed simple enough, walk down the staircases and time it perfectly to walk onto the next one. Sirius leaned over further and spotted a wooden door right at the bottom. Yup, that seemed to be the right idea. “Shall we?” He asked Remus, sweeping his arm out as an invitation to get started. 

The second they stood on the first set of stairs, they knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as they’d thought. The stairs began moving faster than the slow swing they had been doing.

The first staircase wasn’t too hard; they easily walked onto the next landing before the stairs moved away. But again, as soon as they stepped onto the next, they sped up. Sirius calculated that by the time they reached the bottom, it would be nigh on impossible to achieve. 

They’d managed four, and Sirius was sweating from how hard he was concentrating. Remus easily bounded onto the landing, but he was having trouble, he just wasn’t quick enough. He was exhausted from all the other trials and had spent the majority of his remaining reserves of strength battling their way out of those insane teacups.

By the sixth staircase, Sirius had had enough. He was out of breath, and his legs ached so much he couldn’t take another step. “I’m sorry, Remus,” He gasped. “I need a minute,” But the longer he stopped, the faster the staircases seemed to be going. Remus began whining at him, nudging his side with his massive head, urging him to get up. With a loud groan, Sirius hauled himself to his feet and placed a foot on the first step of the next set of stairs, which was exactly the moment the top set of stairs began to crumble and fall to the floor below. The next followed seconds after. “QUICK!!!” Sirius shouted to Remus, running as fast as his poor body could manage. 

It wasn’t enough. He missed the next landing and ended up hanging off it, his legs dangling into empty space. “Shit!” He yelped as the staircase came swinging back over. If he didn’t get himself up now, he’d be crushed. Remus’s massive head filled his vision as, for the second time in so many minutes, the Grim grabbed Sirius’s clothing and dragged him to safety. “I can’t do it, Remus,” Sirius told the soul, defeatedly. “They’re going too fast. You go. Win your freedom,” Sirius turned to look at the crumbling stairs. They were getting closer, only one set between them. 

Suddenly, his legs were being forced apart, and he slid back over Remus's head and onto his back. The Grim growled at him, the only warning before he took off. 

Remus had been holding back. Sirius grasped handfuls of Remus’s soft fur, and Remus raced across the next set of stairs, leaping an enormous bound onto the final set of steps, foregoing the next landing completely and flew down the last set of steps, jumping off them onto the ground floor and battering his way through the door just as the rubble of the last set of stairs fell behind them. 

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[negativepeanuthoarder]

I'll Protect You, Because I Love You - COMPLETE

(Epilogue)

DNF, but Sapnap centric, and QPR-adjacent DNN

55k words

Teen And Up Audiences

No archive warnings apply :)

"Well, I," Dream looks at the ground again, back to being a little shy now that he's not mock-fighting with George. "My family couldn't make it - you know my dad's busy running an empire and I'm not exactly his firstborn."

He sighs, and Sapnap glimpses sadness - homesickness, maybe? - in his eyes, but Dream continues anyway. "I want you to give me away," He finally says. "At the altar, to George."

Sapnap is stunned, not knowing what to say to that. Him? Walking Dream down the aisle at his wedding tomorrow and giving him away? Of course he's flattered that Dream thought of him that way but he always figured it'd be one of the noblemen doing that - he figured he'd be walking beside the maid of honor, not… participating so intensely like this.

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[fiendy]

happy 413 for all who celebrate

[doyouknowhowtowaltz]

I’m back baybee! <- Has the free time to write comments again

[saetoru]

FIC IS DONE

[charmingwillow]

Feeling comfortable was foreign for Chrissy these days. But getting to be Eddie Munson's fake best friend? Those moments were like a sip of hot chocolate.

🍁

Written for Comfortember 2023; a fic made of daily prompts.

[Day 1: Safe] [Day 2: Sweater Weather] [Day 3: Changing Leaves]

[Day 4: Warmth]

[hsydneymalcontentarchive]

[19.05.2015]

[noassamoas]

headcanon that alfred does not know what to get bruce for his birthday anymore, the man literally basically has everything. So, whenever he finds something that Bruce has lost, he hold onto it, and gifts it back. Everytime, Bruce is like “omg alfred, where did you find this?? Its been missing forever thank you ur the best”

nobody says anything whether they figure it out or not

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

Fortunately, the BOOTH re-emerged from hyperspace just in the nick of time.

But, the Inspector had a decision to make: Which Mona was his? It had to be the lack of teeth that he picked up on that led him to realise that the Unthing posing as Mona wasn’t truly her.

[lovewithoutresin]

A minimix for every day in November.

November 8th:

you're the man

[journey-to-the-attic]

approximation of an idea i had for how ik solves levi's ordeal whenever it's his turn for this weird demon puberty everyone in nb s2 is having

from this post

[stopper-my-heart]

Nick stroking Charlie's hand with his thumb

[citizen-saint]

finally fucking submitted my application

[rad-roche]

I tell every client the same thing because one day it might stick. Withholding information from the bull you hired is like tapping your neurosurgeon on the shoulder and handing him a sledgehammer. Sure, the job will get done. But now we've got a hot mess on our hands.

(x)