#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

[safehaven3d]

how could depression make me forget how much i love math 😭

[doyouknowhowtowaltz]

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

[rockingrobin69]

Joy

It was cold in the office. He made himself tea, more to wrap his hands around than for drinking—but it smelled nice, heavy and strong, and Draco was still a little weak willed, when it came to it. A sip, and then another, and soon his hands will be cold again. A tiny smile: not for long. It was ten to, and Harry said he’d be back by four.

Draco rolled his eyes, but the sigh still slipped. From the window he could see the last hint of sunset, a remnant in gold and pink across the edge of a darkening cloud. Could almost feel it, a tingling in his fingertips, not from the cold. From this—the office was quiet, everybody was already on leave. Just the two of them in. And the fish: all four, doing swimmingly, even though Draco had recently learned he’s been overfeeding them.

Never mind. He’s learned—quite a bit, actually. Learned how to change the water cooler (bend with your knees, not your back), how to untangle a paperclip mess (and how to string a daisy-chain of them to crown Harry with after everyone’s gone: ‘king of the workaholics’). How to type without looking at the keyboard (or at the door to Harry’s office, always open); how to politely tell someone over the phone to fuck off, how to prioritise an endless mountain of tasks, how to submit the accounting paperwork in a way that didn’t make him want to cry. How to tilt his head just enough, to say ‘Yes, Mr. Potter’ in that tone that makes Harry’s throat seize. Working in an office sure was an edifying experience. And Draco was all about the learning, now.

He took another sip—the tea’s gone cold. He’ll make another. Perhaps two, and take one to Harry, when he’s back. Watch him slide into his chair, rub his eyes on a sigh, look up at him with that little smile. ‘For me?’, and then, ‘brilliant, thank you, Draco’. Maybe even a fond little ‘oh, you’re perfect. Come have a seat? We have some time’.

They did. Everyone was home, only the two of them in, them and the fish. And the whole evening spread open, and Harry made that soup he kept threatening Draco will simply have to try. The paperwork was all done: files bound and alphabetically organised, photo-copied with colourful post-it notes on all the most important bits, made easy. Draco swallowed the smile, tried not to feel too—it was silly, but still sort of nice. Sort of—good.

The office was getting dark. Draco kept most of the lights off; only the twinkling set of fairy lights some knucklehead hung around their desk dabbed the world around him in colour. Now that the sun had set, he could barely see a thing. A cup of cold tea, a stack of paperwork. The fish tank in the corner, glowing little blue blobs, all four. Draco had been overfeeding them, but they were still swimming strong. Strong. He was weak, when it came to teas and to Harrys and to wisps of sunset still golden, nearly vanished. But he was learning. Different shades of highlighters, misbehaving staplers and never enough pens. From one copier error to the next, being a person, being here, being… Draco.

There was something to it. He didn’t know how to put it into words, sitting in the nearly-dark office, alone with the fish, but not for long. There was some sort of… bubbly, giddy feeling. Funny and a little off and a little warm. Joy, maybe.

A little end-of-the-year present for my dearest @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm. Friend, you are, quite literally, a never ending source of joy: everything you make, share, let us glimpse at, contains multitudes of it. Of life, of love, of you. Thank you. I admire you endlessly, and love you with my whole entire heart.

[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