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molecule - august 5 - jegulus - jegulus raising harry - discord server microprompt challenge - word count: 366

Regulus was trying to breathe.

Really, he was.

It was just…James wasn’t being fair right now.

Clenching his fists together, Regulus tried his best to keep his face straight as he continued to watch his husband and son.

“....exactly, Haz! That’s perfect!” James was saying encouragingly, clapping the ten-year-old boy on the back and sending him a smile. He regarded the piece of paper in front of them that had multiple diagrams and highlighted words. “Now tell me about chemical bonds. What’re they?”

Harry sighed, face falling. “Da, this is too hard. Plus, why do I have to know it? I’m just going to go to Hogwarts next year anyway!”

“Because it’s important to know,” James said gently, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “And it’s not too hard.” He cast a glance around the room, flashing a smile at Regulus, who felt himself blush, before looking at a biscuit. “Here! Look–”

Harry took the offered biscuit with a suspicious glance. “I didn’t even get the question right,” he murmured. 

“That’s not a biscuit,” James said, beaming. “That is a molecule. Look. These parts, here?” He touched the two chocolate pieces on the outsides that made up the sandwich. “Those are the atoms. And this?” He pointed to the icing between the chocolate pieces. “That’s the chemical bond. See?”

Harry’s eyes lit up. “Bloody hell! That makes sense!” he grinned, popping the sweet into his mouth. 

Not bothering to chastise the boy about his cursing, Regulus finally piped up. “James, can I see you in the other room for a moment?”

The taller man, who had previously looked adorably triumphant, frowned at him. “‘Course, love. Be right back, Haz. Here, study this.”

Regulus nearly ran into the kitchen, dragging James with him. As soon as they crossed the threshold, he shut the door, and pinned James against it. “That was so bloody hot,” he whispered, mouthing at his husband’s jaw.

Looking pleasantly surprised, James laughed. “What, me parenting our son?”

“No, you being so smart. Say more smart things,” Regulus murmured, body hot, sucking a mark into James’s skin. He could heal it before Harry saw.

“Erm…the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell?”

Regulus groaned.

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bamboozled - jegulus and drarry - server microprompt challenge - word count: 338

Draco had been raised to be proper. To wow a crowd, to navigate social situations with all the grace and politeness of a proper gentleman. To handle things smoothly.

Which is why, now, he was internally screaming at himself.

Because he’d never felt so bloody bamboozled.

Because...weren't old people supposed to be ugly?

Pinching his own leg as he missed his mouth with his fork for the ninth time, he cursed under his breath, earning a confused look from Harry, who was sitting next to him, immersed in conversation with James and Regulus.

Miserably, Draco just shook his head slightly. No. He could get himself together.

It was just…

He looked up again, trying to be subtle. 

He now understood why people talked about it all the time. Harry Potter looked so like his father. Gods, they were both unfairly handsome. Their smiles were bright, their eyes warm and welcoming. And James…

Well, age had been very kind to James Potter.

He was graying, sure. But the slight wrinkles and lighter hair only made him more handsome. More rugged. More…

Draco gulped. Certainly, he should not be thinking this way about his potential father-in-law, and he wasn’t, not really. He was very, very happy with what he had. But his very unhelpful brain reminded him: If Harry and James look so much alike…Harry will look like this when he gets older. Harry will look exactly like this when he gets older.

He squirmed in his seat. Fuck. 

“...going to grab the next course!” James Potter announced, throwing Draco a smile and sweeping into the kitchen.

“I’ll help,” Harry offered, standing and squeezing Draco’s knee. 

But as soon as both men disappeared into the other room, Regulus turned to him with a look like an x-ray. Draco’s stomach churned. Was he in trouble? Did Regulus know? Fuck, he’d heard things about Regulus Black from his mother and he didn’t want to get on his bad side. Shit, shit, sh–

“Just wait until you see Fleamont Potter,” Regulus murmured, his face breaking into a smirk.

Draco gaped. 

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Part 1: Meet cute?? Or meet awkward?

My friend told me it'd be funnier if I just kept the shutterstock library photo background. That and I got lazy.

Part 1, 2, 3

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Epilogue

A tragedy has happened, due to letters that were sent A tragedy has happened, thank god it reached its end A stranger's hand with a pen and grace Seven people met face to face  The tragedy happened as the number went down The tragedy happened as it was said aloud Show, truth, metal and a crown Love, hope and an unknown town A stranger’s hand with a pen and grin Seven people will meet again

Anddd this is already the last poem! I really hope you enjoyed my story and if you have any feedback at all feel free to comment or message me. As i've said earlier, the poems will probably be changed so these are not set in stone, together with the titles of said poems. When this is posted I will also be on vacation so I probably won't be posting for a little while after this.

Anyway, thank you very much for reading and giving feedback!

Hope you have a very nice day!❤- Ellijn

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Death #6

TW: Death, falling

A sorrowful look  The reason remains unknown A click meant the end

He smiles as he falls Picture in his front pocket United once more

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Knowing

Seconds it took for a dark figure to grin Seconds it took to know the situation he was in

Very short this one, but we're almost done😁

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In Memory of Walburga Black

Prompt: A33 Rating: G Word count: 2.2k

Remus moves back to their small town to take over the funeral home from his dad, and years later as a funeral director Remus had seen a lot of funerals but he had never seen someone so excited to bury their mother.

A celebration of the things we do for the ones we love.

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Death #5

TW: Death, broken heart

A heart Broken by fate Loved too fast, fell too hard Steps falter under the chaos Comfort

A hug The last feeling Kindness turned sour As bridges crumble from the force Solace

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*Sirius hosts Hogwarts Got Talent*

Sirius: Our next act is James… dramatically reading his love letters.

James: *sobbing* “Your eyes… are like green… Quidditch grass…”

Lily (in the audience): This is a hate crime.

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Silence

Quiet fell over when the body was found No screaming, no arguing, not a single sound

Only staggered breathing was heard in that room The realization that this will be their tomb

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Does this count as fanart? These took me FOREVER to make, and I'm so so happy with how they turned out!

If you couldn't tell, they have magnets that make them kiss ♡♡

I was able to make the neckerchief look bunched, and I somehow pulled off embroidering the crest. (There may or may not be paper still stuck under it...)

I handmade everything, even the jumprings! Everything is sewn, and I made my own patterns for the clothes (the frog pattern can be easily found on pinterest) ♡

Two more things: gold thread is a pain, and the Arthur frog is surprisingly heavy due to the jumprings.

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Death #4

TW: Death, drowning, passing out

The world has turned black The smile is shattered The armor is cracked 

Failed an attempted attack Unable to protect The world has turned black

To be turned into a snack For a danger unknown The armor is cracked

A face that frowns back After the water won’t stop The world has turned black

floating like wrack A cage that won’t open The armor is cracked

An armor made of a frown and in the feelings one will drown The world has turned black The armor is cracked 

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I was thinking about Merlin and reincarnation. And I always see them reincarnated into modern day, but I wanna see Merlin and Arthur in Camelot are reincarnations.

With the way the druids talk about Emrys and the prophecy about the Once and Future King, I can see a story hundreds of years before Camelot, of a previous Arthur (lets call him Carwyn), a low and struggling peasant, going to pray at an altar to the great god Emrys. And Emrys comes down and is just, "sure I'll help, I'm kinda bored anyway." Which leads to adventures of this powerful god of magic (and probably dragons, with his children being dragons and dragonlords) frantically protecting his favorite human, who despite being a peasant, has a strong moral compus and the urge to protect people, and gets into fights he shouldn't.

And I love the idea that Carwyn is Arthur's ancestor, and Emrys, who holds the title 'Pendragon', gifted the title to Carwyn as a surname to show his divine right to rule. So Carwyn Pendragon becomes the first lord/king of the land they're in, believed to be blessed/favored by the God of Magic, while Emrys is hiding his divinity, pretending to be his right hand man (manservant).

And of course, it has to get angsty, and the reason the reincarnated is because Emrys looked away from Carwyn for just a moment during a fight, and Carwyn dies. And as Carwyn is dying, Emrys panics and binds their souls together, because as an immortal he can't tie. But by binding their souls, Emrys gives up part of his immortality, allowing him to die physically, but his and Carwyns souls to linger and be able to reincarnate.

As for what this means for Arthur and Merlin? I imagine that they'd have dreams, or intuitively know things (part of why they became friends so quickly). Like, imagine the context of their first meeting. Merlin, who sees the knife throwing and subconsciously remembers Carwyn doing something similar and going to far in training to protect, and says the same thing that Emrys would have. "That's enough my friend." And Arthur scoffs, looks up, and for the barest second has a moment of recognition. He asks, half mockingly, "Do I know you?" Making Merlin realize that he was speaking to a stranger, that even if he felt like he knew this man his whole life, he didn't.

And I just want to see more reincarnation AU's where Arthur and Merlin were the new lives, instead of the old.

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James: Let’s just hug it out! Come on, hug it out.

Everyone: *struggles into a group hug*

Remus: Who just took my wallet?

Barty: Sorry.

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mug - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 378

Evan was bored. It was hot, and the cell he was in smelled of urine and stale sweat, and he really, really wished he’d picked someone else to target last night, because the man he’d robbed had turned out to be some bigwig government official. But that was part of the thrill, he figured. Plus, he’d gotten a few hundred quid out of it, so things weren’t all bad. Pandora would come save him eventually.

“Rosier?”

Mildly impressed by his sister’s timing, he looked up. “Eh?”

“Your boyfriend’s here for you,” a cop not much older than himself said dryly, opening the cell and gesturing for him to follow.

Evan frowned. He didn’t have a boyfriend, not that he could remember, but he figured not much could be worse than spending the day in jail, so he followed.

After changing and getting his things back in a crinkly plastic bag, he was deposited into the waiting room, where he looked around confusedly. His stomach swooped strangely when his eyes landed on a heavily tattooed and pierced, green-haired boy who looked like both a devil and angel right there in the local jail. “You’re Evan Rosier, right?” the boy asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Erm. Yeah,” he nodded, shocked the boy knew his name.

“Oh, fuck yes, he’s hot, too,” the boy murmured, seemingly to himself, before sticking out a hand. “I’m Barty. Son of the arsehole you mugged last night. Please tell me you’re gay.”

Evan blinked. “What the fuck?”

Barty broke into a huge grin. “I’m taking that as a yes. I’m here to take you out for a drink as a thank-you for royally fucking up my father’s week. God, I’ve never seen him so upset, it was beautiful.”

“It’s…” he checked his watch, “ten in the morning. And you want to drink?” He then realized he was turning down the hottest bloke he’d ever seen, and mentally kicked himself. “Erm, not that I mind.”

“Good. We can get an early start. If things go well, you can have me in your bed by dinnertime,” Barty winked, grabbing his hand. “C’mon, Rosie. Let’s go.”

And, completely stunned, Evan followed, thanking all of the gods he’d ever heard of that he’d mugged Barty Crouch Senior.

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Panic

Seven, six, five, four sheep remain Afraid that among them, a wolf came 

Arguing, screaming replaced the cries The little trust they had now capsized

So instead of together they go astray One of them turning the other way