#not a round number of words!

[rockingrobin69]

Seriously, though

“Here,” with a giant heave, “just a little—c’mon, Potter,” pulling the arm slung around Draco’s shoulder tighter. “It’s just a bit further, you twat.”

Potter’s smile was smeared all across his face, unbearable at such a close distance. “You’re so strong,” he said, twattily. Draco resisted the urge to push him off.

“You’re making it so much harder than,” short on breath for laughing. “Come on, you big lug. There’s a warm bed waiting for you just the other side of this corridor.”

“How do you know it’s warm?” Potter asked. “Did you try it?”

“Of course. Nothing but the best at Chez Malfoy. See, if you were a normal house guest and not a silly goose—”

“Am not a goose,” indignantly. “Silly, maybe.”

Draco stopped them both halfway through the corridor. “Maybe?”

“Maybe. I’ll give you somewhat silly, on occasion.”

Eyebrow hiking: “On occasion.”

“And only somewhat.”

This grin-thing his face was trying to pull was achey around the corners. “You mean,” Draco said, “that cursing yourself with jelly-legs and getting your own flat flooded with patchouli was not an entirely silly thing to do. Only somewhat silly.”

“Certainly an occasion,” Potter said, and his eyes sparkled. “Thanks for having me, by the way.”

“Oh, sure. What else could one do when the Chosen Git wakes them up in the middle of the night in uproarious fits of laughter? It’s no problem, I mean,” when the smile on Potter’s face dimmed. “I’m happy to have you here. As long as you need.”

They both swallowed at the same time. It was quiet, middle of the night, just them here. Holding each other and standing very close. In his house coat, and his red-red cheeks, Draco felt miserably naked, too obvious.

Then Potter’s legs started twitching again, and he started laughing, again, this helpless, raw sound, and Draco was helpless too. To it, to him. With his shoulders and colourful socks and the strands of his hair that kept catching his eye.

“Here,” Draco realised he was saying, only after he brushed a few of those away. Gulped loudly. “Let’s—come on, let’s get you to that blasted bedroom.”

Potter echoed his swallow. His nervousness, for some reason. “What’s that door over there?” pointing at the nearest one.

“That one’s mine.”

“Oh.” Sucking in his bottom lip in a truly unfair display. “What if,” he started, shook his head, nodded, “wouldn’t it be easier if—”

“I’m not giving you my bed,” Draco heard himself say with pure shock, instead of, for example, “yes, of course, anything you’d like, forever actually.”

“I’m not asking you to, git. I meant, maybe we could share.”

“Share…” comprehension, rather than dawning, sank. “Share my bed?”

“God, you can be so thick,” and why did Potter sound fond? “Had to curse my own legs and still you continue to—”

“I’m the thick one, when you cursed your—wait, what?”

“Will you just,” laughing, “Malfoy, shut up, for the love of god, and take me to bed already?”

His heart splattered against his ribcage. “Take you to bed. Yes, I can do that.”

To the… guestroom, right? That’s what they were talking about.

“Malfoy,” again in that inexplicable tone, the one that went soft and low instead of—instead—“I was serious. About sharing. I’ve been serious about if for quite some time.”

The heat in his cheeks and the frenzy in his chest: “Yes?” meaning, really? Meaning, me?

“Yes.”

Melting a little, “It is closer. My bed, I mean. And, the sheets are clean.”

“Always prepared at Chez Malfoy.”

“Shut up, you absolute goose.” Nearly brave enough for a smile, tilting his head towards his room. Bursting when Potter, eyes twinkling, nodded.

He was taking the silly goose to bed. How… fortunate, really, that he opened the door. That Potter’s legs were still dancing, that the other, nearer guestroom for some reason didn’t come to mind. That Potter was serious, he said, had been for a while now, and that Draco was too, entirely too serious for him. Almost too serious to laugh when Potter’s right foot sent in a truly spectacular jig: almost.

They laughed together. Twats. Even the bedroom door laughed with them as it closed. Then the hinges of the bed as they gingerly climbed on. Then the birds in the morning, when they woke up, still holding each other’s hand.

(Hi, so, I might be doing a bit of flufftober? Grab a link to AO3 if you want to keep up with the sporadic posting schedule. Love and soft to us all).

Freely Given and Entirely True - Robin's 2023 flufftober collection

[emeralddoeadeer]

she's having a big week

I'm in my Everlong feels, what is this.

🥹

I feel like I should do something, but what is there left to say?

If anyone wants to share their favourite lines, scenes, or songs from the fic send me an ask. If there are any questions left unanswered or you just want to chat Everlong, you know where to find me.

I've never been good at self-reccing, and aside from sharing each chapter here I never really went out of my way to encourage people to read some of you may have even witnessed me discourage people from reading.

The way it's been received and remembered makes me proud.

Appreciate you all ❤️

xDoe

[otrtbs]

how in the heckity heck did you manage to get winterlude to be 50k on the dot. genuinley off putting im like scared

SCREAMM!!

yeah actually when i published it to ao3 i think i was 12 words shy of 50k so i was like ,,,,,,, i know what i have to do lmaoooo

[cephalog0d]

Batfic - "Bower Birds"

(For @dangerousdan-dan, because this is all your fault! <3)

Category: Gen Rating: General Audiences Characters/Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Stephanie Brown, mentioned Dick Grayson Additional tags: Humor, Secret Identity Shenanigans, Batbros, Agent of Chaos Stephanie Brown Words: 1,000

Summary:

Really, the whole thing was Dick’s fault. In which Damian and Tim start competitively collecting Nightwing merch, Tim's friends wildly misread the situation once they notice, and Steph is making things worse on purpose. In unrelated news, Tim will be moving to Nepal to live as a goat.

Really, the whole thing was Dick’s fault.

It all started when he found a Nightwing themed hoodie and bought it for Damian as a joke, pointing out that they would match now. Damian had, obviously, scoffed and rolled his eyes, but he hadn’t gotten rid of it, and Tim had caught him wearing it more than once (usually when Dick was gone for an extended amount of time).

And then Steph had found a hilariously bad version with a staggeringly off-center chevron and bought it for Tim, which also got an eye roll, except it turned out it was actually really soft and comfortable, which meant Tim started wearing it.

And then Damian apparently started feeling territorial, and it wasn’t like Tim was all that great at not rising to the bait when it came to Damian, and things...escalated.

There were rules. They couldn’t just make things themselves, they had to be produced by other people and not by special request. They couldn’t have the same piece of merch, so once one of them bought something it was off the table. If they both happened to get the same thing at the same time they had to compete for it. (This was quickly amended to having a neutral third party flip a coin after an incident involving a broken window and some dead rose bushes.)

It was a ridiculous competition to have, but it was also sort of fun trying to find the most random, off-the-wall merchandise they could to impress each other.

It didn’t really occur to Tim, caught up in deep diving the internet and scouring random stores for handmade things to purchase, what it looked like on the outside.

(Cont. on AO3)

[fortune-maiden]

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Péi Míng & Shī Wúdù, Péi Míng & Shī Qīngxuán Characters: Péi Míng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Character Study-ish, Péi Míng is a good friend, Protective Pei Ming, fic is a bit cynical, but partly exists because of some headcanons i may or may not have mentioned in other fics

Summary:

Pei Ming has a promise to keep.

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I wrote a short thing ;w;

[shybreadgarden]

I’ve been asked before about why I wear knickers for every practice. The main reason is that SOME people will tear a hole right through your leggings with their blade. ………If someone is going to tear a hole in my leggings I want it to be consensual.

[x-for-a-y]

so how are you faring after the gr2 results

- geicogaming

(im just anon-ing cuz sideblogs cant ask 💀)

everyone i voted for is dead but i made pumpkin bread today so why would i be sad

[lucifer-kane]

if i post a kfam fic in 2024 don't look at me mkay

[copalcetic]

So anyway, I wrote some things for Fandom Gift Basket. family affair (500 words) by ambyr Fandom: Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV) Rating: General Audiences Characters: Reva Sevander | Third Sister, Owen Lars, Beru Whitesun, Luke Skywalker Additional Tags: Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary: Obi-Wan dies on Tatooine; Reva takes up the mantle of watching over Luke from afar as penance.

false fit (400 words) by ambyr Fandom: Andor (TV) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Kleya Marki/Luthen Rael Characters: Luthen Rael, Kleya Marki Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship Summary: Luthen needs a date to an art auction. It's always been Kleya, before.

symbols and signs (600 words) by ambyr Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Eli Vanto Additional Tags: Tarot Summary: Thrawn takes an interest in cartomancy, to Eli's dismay.

There's other neat stuff in the collection, too! Worth checking out.

[boycritter]

:3

[meles-merrivale]

April 14: Hope

written for @hinnymicrofic

There are bad mornings.

Mornings when you wake up with ghosts at your heels and a throat scratched raw from screaming. Mornings when the old curses and scars ache the way they never did when you were seventeen. Mornings when all you can think of is that all of your daughter’s classmates are named for dead family or dead acquaintances or dead friends. Mornings when you’re out of coffee and all three kids are somehow sick in different ways and all you want is some goddamned rest.

There are bad mornings.

But there are good ones, too.

[untoterxhund]

either gonna remake again in the future and hand out the url privately or gonna clean out the followers list again me'thinks. so if you wanna stay mutuals and plan on writing w/ me in the future when I can actually dedicate time to doing so w/out any stressors or anxiety spikes then please, slap that heart real quick for me.

if not, it was a pleasure to write and talk for a bit and wish y'all good luck on your future endeavors 'n stuff.

[fortjester]

the reality of how long my event fic is going to be if i continue at the pace i'm currently writing at.....

[swashbucklery]

OK though that feeling when you check the word count and it’s a perfect even number? Intoxicating.

[quietwingsinthesky]

You really have no idea how long it takes to make a podfic until you do it yourself

[stranger-chichka]